Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/1996599.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Apocalypse, Apocalypse, Zombie_Apocalypse, Drabble,
      Fluff, Angst, Violence, Loss_of_Virginity
  Series:
      Part 1 of tumblr_ficlets
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-21 Words: 936
****** just another zombie apocalypse drabble ******
by ToyBoxOfSuz
Summary
     This was a prompt I got on tumblr: "Peter & Stiles secretly a virgin
     (extra points if it's Peter!) & apocalypse fic because I can't pick
     between the two" You_can_read_it_on_tumblr_here.
      
     And I like how it look so I decided to post it here too.
The kid said he's called Stiles and it was only a few months since they met.
Since the wolf dragged his almost cold body from under a pile of corpses and
made a run for it, biting through a few monsters' throats. The kid is one of
those who are immune. One of those religiously searched humans that they were
talking about back at the facility the wolf escaped from.
He was there a year ago when it all had gone to hell. He was at the very center
of the epidemic, the building the virus had broken out of and within weeks was
destroying the world. The wolf had no memories of how he’d ended up in the
laboratory, it was like as if he'd been born there. But it couldn't be because
he would still remember how grass felt against his feet, or what rain sounded
like, but he had never been outside. And he knew he could still remember the
taste of vanilla ice cream even if he had never had any at the facility. He had
to remember these things from a time when he was still outside.
He only remembered that his name wasn’t Test Subject No. 325-A8 when Stiles had
asked what his name was. It was months after he’d escaped.
Peter.
Peter is outside for almost a year now, he escaped when those other test
subjects started to break out their cages, biting humans and other wolves along
the way. Somewhere someone made a huge mistake and now the whole world is gone
and the monsters under beds are real. And who knows what other creatures fled
free, feasting on mankind. All because someone was playing God.
But where is their real God now that the world is burned up and the sky is
grey? Dead monsters are out to eat. Adults kill each other over suspicion and
kids are running around with shotguns on their backs, smelling like metal and
blood.
Stiles was alone when Peter found him, abandoned by friends, but not out of
hatred, but for survival. Stiles said he is not angry and he would probably
have done the same. Peter agreed.
Stiles makes him remember things besides his name. The kid makes him remember
how it is to touch someone’s skin without wanting to harm them. He reminds him
of laughter and smells Peter can’t exactly pinpoint.
One day Stiles makes him remember music. It comes from a small, wooden box with
a couple dancing inside when the lid is open. The boy found it in a house while
he was searching for food. It’s a small, silly thing and Peter can hear the
small clicks, ticks and turns of cogwheels as the music plays, but it’s
definitely music. And it’s soothing. And it reminds him of dancing.
Peter takes Stiles’ hand and pulls him close to his body, closer than he had
ever done and they just sway like that. Stiles laughs and calls him childish
and asks where he learned to dance like a teenager. Peter reminds him that
Stiles is a teenager. Then Stiles reminds him of how a kiss tastes like.
Only… not really. Peter can’t recall anything of this nature. He knows what a
kiss is, he knows why people do it, but he had never kissed anyone. It’s sure.
Peter kisses back like a thirsty man getting to water after a long journey in
the desert.
Stiles is done reminding him of the past. Stiles starts to teach him new
things. Of kisses. Of touches. Of new smells and tastes. And Peter grows
greedier each time. He wants to learn more and he wants it badly from Stiles,
he wants the boy to show him everything. Sometimes Stiles gets scared and
pushes him away. Sometimes Stiles is the one clinging to Peter desperately. And
one day, Stiles lets him inside his body.
It’s rushed, it’s hushed and they barely prepare and Peter’s eyes are wide in
awe and his lips part on a moan. Stiles clings to his shoulders, working his
hips fast and rough and Peter can smell the tears and arousal and desperation.
He doesn’t know if it has to be like this, but it feels good and Stiles is
calling his name so he calls Stiles too. It feels right. Then he kisses Stiles
and the boy whimpers and gives these sounds he never did before and he reaches
his release and it smells so heavenly… Before Peter can warn him, he comes
right inside Stiles and that moment the word ‘mine’ flashes in his mind. His
wolf howls and his instincts scream Stiles’ name as if his body just waited for
this the moment he laid eyes on the boy. No… ever since he caught his scent the
first time.
Peter wants to hold Stiles, nuzzle into his neck and bite it, but they have to
go; they always have to go, they are on their way to North, to the safe place.
So Stiles drags him up on his feet, even if his knees are shaking, he barely
cleans up as if he wants some of Peter inside him and the wolf realizes he is
pleased at that thought. Later Stiles tells him how he had never thought he’s
going to lose his virginity to an old werewolf like Peter.
The wolf doesn’t answer, just smirks. He didn’t think he would lose his
virginity to a loudmouth teenager either. Maybe one day he will tell Stiles.
Maybe one day he will tell him about the lab and where he had come from too.
 
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