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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Scott_McCall, Lydia_Martin
  Additional Tags:
      Mating, Dubious_Consent, Biting, Anal_Sex
  Series:
      Part 3 of Lady_O's_Teen_Wolf_Bingo_Stories, Part 1 of The_Unintentional
      Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-20 Words: 2597
****** Unintended Consequences ******
by ladyoneill
Summary
     It's not really a sacrifice. Peter's been hit with sex pollen and
     Stiles has been trying to get rid of his pesky virginity for years.
     But, then, a bite changes everything.
Notes
     Dubious consent due to sex pollen, but Stiles is willing, at least
     where the sex is concerned. Written for Teen Wolf Bingo, Peter/Stiles
     prompt: sex pollen (heh, like I've never written that before--I'm
     going to run out of ways to make it unique!) I had planned a sequel
     to fit another square, but now there's going to be more before that.
     *sigh* So, series within a series?
When he left the bedroom, closing the door behind him, Derek looked more pained
and constipated than Stiles had ever seen him.
"So, is he dead?" he asked a bit facetiously, though he wasn't serious. Joking
was his way off pushing away the concern.
Derek glared at him and gestured him towards the living area of the loft where
the rest of the Pack waited. Erica and Boyd were curled in the corner of one
couch, Scott and Allison the other, with Isaac sprawled on the floor between
them, chewing on one of his fingers nervously. Lydia was typing on her laptop
and didn't even look up as the Alpha began to speak. "Peter's awake and he
knows what the hunters did to him."
"It's this hybrid of two forms of aconitum, isn't it?" Lydia asked, turning her
laptop to show images of two purple flowers, slightly different, on the screen.
"I hacked into some research on the effects of the two separately and spliced
together. It suggests he has about two hours left." She seemed cool and
unaffected, but Stiles knew better and took a seat at the table next to her to
look over the research. The effects were right there in black and white.
"Wait, this is sex pollen? Peter's been sex pollened?" He flung a hand towards
Derek. "That's a real thing?"
Growling in frustration, and crossing his arms over his chest, Derek nodded.
"Wait, two hours till what?"
"He dies," Lydia replied flatly.
Stiles didn't want Peter to die, not any more, not since his help with the
Alpha Pack and seeing how much Derek--unwillingly at times--needed his uncle.
The look on Derek's face, one of quiet desolation, made his heart thump loudly
in his chest. "Is there a cure?"
"Nothing simple." She pushed her laptop back and rose to disappear into the
kitchen. Stiles frowned after her, then frowned at Derek. The rest of the Pack
was asking questions now and he could tell the Alpha was getting frustrated.
"Shut up everybody," he said sharply. "Derek? How do we fix this?"
"Peter said...Sex is the cure."
Not a surprise. "Okay, we get him a hooker, problem solved. I know where the
Red Light District is, or the Red Light corner." Beacon Hills just wasn't that
big. He even knew a couple of the hookers from hanging around the station, and
maybe he...
"It has to be Pack."
That derailed his thoughts on prostitution and his eyes flickered to Isaac who
looked alarmed yet resigned. He was the only single wolf outside of Derek and,
just no. "Um..." Stiles flailed his hand towards Isaac.
"Human."
Everyone started babbling again except for Stiles. He felt himself pale,
because that gave them all of two options. Allison's dad wouldn't let her
officially join the Pack, plus Scott was clutching at her like he was afraid
she'd disappear.
Lydia...No. She couldn't, wouldn't, mustn't. It would break her, because she
could barely stand to be in the same room with Peter and never spoke directly
to him. And that's why she'd left the room because Derek would ask that of her
and she'd say yes and it would...No...
So, that left...
Stiles found himself on his feet before he realized he'd made up his mind.
"Okay," he breathed. "Okay. Everybody get out. Take Lydia out of here, Ally."
"Stiles..." Derek began, but cut off when Stiles shook his head decisively.
"Wait, what?" Scott asked, which made Stiles want to roll his eyes at him. "I
missed something. Stiles?"
"Two humans in the Pack, Scott," he patiently explained even though he felt
like he was going to vibrate out of his skin. "Lydia's going home right now."
Giving him a sympathetic look, Allison jumped up to go fetch her and the rest
of the Pack, looking uncomfortable and not at him, shuffled out of the loft.
Except for Scott who placed himself between Stiles and Derek, shaking his head
wildly.
"No one expects you to do this, Stiles."
"A year ago I'd have happily watched him die. Hell, I did. But..." He glanced
at Derek who looked sad, hopeful, worried, and relieved all at the same time.
"Come on, I couldn't remain a virgin forever."
Scott gave him an unhappy look, then turned to watch Allison bring Lydia from
the kitchen, one arm tightly around her waist. Allison gave Stiles a small
smile.
Lydia didn't look his way.
Not a surprise. She'd found the test results, knew the cure, knew if it wasn't
her, it was him, and she was so obviously relieved. But, they'd grown close
enough as friends, that Stiles knew a tiny part of her felt guilty, too.
With a lingering look at his best friend, Scott trailed after the two girls out
of the apartment, leaving Derek and Stiles.
"I'm staying. He might...lose control."
Stiles flushed. That meant Derek would listen, and the Alpha looked as
uncomfortable as Stiles felt.
"Are you sure?"
Nodding, Stiles walked over and squeezed Derek's shoulder. The Alpha rarely
tolerated touches, but he accepted that one and nodded back, a manly
acknowledgment between the two.
"Yeah. It's not a big hardship."
"Yes, it is."
He huffed and slid his hand away. "I've been trying to have sex for two years
at least, Derek."
"It should be with someone you care about," Derek muttered.
"Are you trying to talk me out of saving your uncle's life?"
Growling in frustration, Derek slowly shook his head and stepped aside so
Stiles could continue to the bedroom. Entering the dimly lit room, he firmly
closed the door behind him and turned to the bed.
Restlessly twitching, Peter lay on one side, a sheet to his waist, shirtless
and Stiles assumed completely naked. A fine sheen of sweat covered his chest
and arms, and there was twisted pain on his face. His eyes opened, flashing
blue, and his fingers clenched into the sheet.
"Stiles," he ground out, then shook his head. "No."
Ignoring him, Stiles started to strip off his clothes, but when he reached his
boxer shorts and Peter's eyes locked onto him, he faltered. "Um...so how does
this work?" Maybe he should have asked who topped or if it mattered.
"It doesn't. Leave," Peter panted harshly, his whole body trembling now, and
Stiles could see another physical reaction. The sheet was tenting. Nervously he
licked his lips and stripped off his shorts. "Stiles." That protest was pretty
pathetic and he just shook his head again and opened the nightstand drawer.
"I hope there's lube or something in here. Does Derek even jerk off? Ah hah."
Pulling out a tube of KY, he tossed it on the free pillow and knelt on the bed.
"So, probably obvious I've never done this, so..."
Before he could even get out a clear thought, Peter was on him, driving him
down onto his stomach and straddling his hips. Stiles yelped in surprise at how
fast and strong the previously sickly looking werewolf was, but he didn't
struggle, even when he felt claws prick his shoulders and heard the deep,
hungry growl resonate from him.
So, apparently he was the bottom. That was actually okay with him, but...
"Okay, okay, easy, Peter. I'm willing. You don't need to wolf out." One finger
pushed hard into him and he yelped again. "Lube, lube, lube!" Scrabbling for
the tube, he tossed it onto his back and was relieved when the finger withdrew
and he felt the tube picked up.
"Stiles." Peter rasped, probably around fangs, but Stiles didn't want to see
that. "I can't...losing control...can't...I'll hurt you," he howled.
"No you won't." Stiles wasn't overly optimistic about that, actually. "I'm
submitting, see. Just...be careful, please."
This time the finger was slick and Stiles breathed deeply and forced himself to
relax. It felt weird, the angle different from when he fingered himself, but
not a bad weird. A second finger joined the first, twisting and spreading, and
he grunted at a flicker of discomfort.
Peter was panting above him, his knees squeezing his hips as he rocked against
him, but then he slowed, gasped for air, and he was more coherent, his voice
more human when he asked, "Why, Stiles?"
"No one else, dude. Don't want you to die. It's okay." And, it was okay. No
trauma. It wasn't like he loved the guy, but he didn't hate him, actually found
him amusing at times and smart and, okay, he was smoking hot. And sometimes,
he'd catch Peter looking at him and get all tingly in his pants.
"Fuck," Peter groaned and then pushed a third finger into him, and that hurt,
and Stiles yowled and bucked his hips, instinctively trying to pull away. The
wolf's free hand clapped over his neck, forcing his head down into the pillow,
and he growled deeply.
A shudder went through Stiles, but it wasn't quite fear. Taking a deep breath,
he relaxed again as best he could, let his shoulders roll down and his hands
unclench around the pillow. While his fingers continued to push in and out of
him, spreading him open, Peter came down over his back. The wolf's hot breath
hit his upturned cheek, and he growled again, this time not angrily but
needily. And then human teeth sank into the nape of Stiles' neck.
It hurt, but the placement was doing something to him. He was being held down
like a wolf, and it made his cock twitch and start to harden.
Peter pulled his fingers out and then the slick head of his cock was pushing
inside the loosened hole, and Stiles groaned in pleasure and pain. It was big
and it made him feel stuffed full and ache in a good way. The feeling went
straight to his dick, hardening it further, and when Peter's hands grabbed his
hips, jerking him to his knees, he went willingly.
Because of the new angle, the teeth were replaced by his hand again, still
forcing him to submit, and it just turned him on more.
Shit, he'd never realized he wanted this from any of the werewolves--to be held
down and fucked.
There was a smack of flesh on flesh when Peter was full seated and then more as
he started to thrust in and out. The flare of pain up Stiles' spine disappeared
with the first push against his prostate--he'd never found the damn thing
himself, but, fuck, what he'd been missing. Pleasure sparked behind his eyes,
hardened his dick all the way, and he started to moan and rock with the
thrusts.
"Oh shit...fuck, Peter. Yeah, there, again, harder, shit." He didn't even know
what he was saying, just babbled and arched his back and fucked back onto the
cock slamming into him so quickly.
Peter was subvocal, growling and grunting and holding his hip with one hand,
his neck with the other, and Stiles loved being pinned.
"Yeah, hold me down, fuck me, Jesus fuck!"
His own cock began to ache and he reached back to squeeze and rub it, spreading
pre-cum across the shaft to make it slick as Peter's thrusts drove it into his
curled hand. He was on the edge of orgasm so quickly it took his breath away
and he babbled he was coming as he started to spurt across his undulating
stomach. As Stiles wrung his orgasm from his cock, Peter started to pound
harder and he winced as claws scraped along his skin.
"Careful, please," he pled, trying to lift his head and shake off the hand
holding him there, only to have it tighten and press him down harder. "Peter!"
"Stay," the wolf grunted loudly and then fucked into his overly sensitized hole
several more times before howling, a sound that sent hard shudders through
Stiles. He could feel the other man coming inside him, his thrusts slowing
down, and he started to relax, wanting to sink down into the mattress and just
doze off. He felt good.
And then a sharp pain in the back of his neck made him screech in shock. Dimly
he heard the door bang open, felt Peter jerked off him, and out of him and that
hurt, making him cry out again. His hand flew to his neck and he struggled
upright, dizziness assailing him. Pulling his hand away, he gaped at the blood
on his fingers. Spinning around and falling back onto his ass, he watched in
shock as Derek wrestled a wolfed-out and naked and still semi-hard Peter to the
floor, pinning him on his stomach and forcing him to submit with his fangs in
his neck.
Peter...Peter had bit him!
But...not like Derek was biting Peter, somehow he knew that.
Collapsing limply, Peter submitted with a sad moan, and, as Derek pushed
himself to his feet, Stiles yanked the sheet over his lap. He was shaking from
the sex and the bite and confusion over the latter. Tears sparked in his eyes
and the dizziness took him down into a ball.
The bed depressed and he felt Derek's hand on his shoulder, then carefully
probing the bite marks.
"Why did he bite me?" Stiles choked out. "He can't turn me."
"Did he...did he bite you as he..." Derek didn't seem to be able to finish his
question but Stiles could figure it out.
"He was coming." Saying it wasn't really embarrassing, because there was cum
and lube on him and even he could smell the musk and sweat. What was there to
be embarrassed about with the sex so obvious?
"I'm sorry, Stiles." That was from Peter and Stiles looked past Derek to find
him kneeling on the floor, fists on his thighs, head down as he panted harshly.
"He saved your life and you did this to him, Peter? The pollen wouldn't have
made you bite him! That was all you. Why would you do that?" Derek lashed out
and Peter actually cowered back.
"Anyone else...It shouldn't have been him, Derek. It shouldn't have been him,"
the older male stressed, slowly looking up at Stiles, his eyes glittering with
his own tears.
Stiles felt a pang of emotion in his chest, his skin drawing tight all over his
body, and he shivered again.
Derek stiffened and covered his face with his hand. "Why didn't you say
anything?"
Stiles was missing something.
"Because he's barely seventeen, Derek, and I had it under control," Peter
ground out, and finally rose on shaky legs to grab his pants off a chair and
jerk them on. "I wasn't going to even approach this until he was of age."
"What's going on?" Stiles demanded, ticked off that they seemed to know what
the bite was about and he didn't.
Derek gave him an unhappy, uncomfortable look and Peter, apparently cured,
looked even more disturbed.
"WHAT?" Pushing himself up against the headboard, keeping the sheet over his
lap, Stiles glared at both of them.
"It's a mating bite," Peter finally admitted quietly. "My wolf has wanted you
since I first saw you and I've been denying it and I would have kept denying
it, but...Anyone else I wouldn't have bitten." He shrugged helplessly.
Stiles gaped at him, shock making him cold and shaky again. He'd read about
mating.
It was for fucking life!
Even though he was human, the mating bond would affect him, too. He'd only ever
want...Peter.
"I didn't sign up for this," he muttered before letting the welcoming darkness
take him.
End
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