Fanfiction: Teen Wolf: Pain Reliever: Part 5
Pain Reliever
Title: Pain Reliever
Category: Teen Wolf
Warning: Slash m/m
Paring: Peter/Stiles
Summary: Stiles thoughts on Peter when he comes to the rescue.
Previous Parts: P art 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Disclaimer: I own no one.
A/N: These are just short things that all go together, I have no idea how many parts this will have.
Special thanks to Twisted67 for betaing.
Pain Reliever
Part 5
Derek had told them about Peter’s resurrection but it hadn’t prepared Stiles for seeing the man in the flesh. When Stiles first spotted him down the hall from the room he was being held hostage in he honestly thought he was hallucinating. It had only been a flash before the hallucination was disappearing again and Stiles took another fist to the face.
They kept asking him questions, and he of course refused to answer with anything other than smart assed remarks. Sarcasm was all he had, they couldn’t really be mad at him for that, except they were. If he was a werewolf maybe he wouldn’t use it so much, nah he would definitely be just as sarcastic. He’d also be lethal though, and maybe people would be less annoyed with his constant sass.
He’s apparently well passed this particularly vicious hunters irritation quota when he takes a cattle prod to the stomach. It hurts. Every muscle in his body freezing as pain courses through him, his body involuntarily arching under the current. His back hits the ground again and his muscles are spasming. The hunter isn’t removing the prod from the soft flesh of his stomach where his shirt had torn and his vision is starting to edge black.
As suddenly as it starts it stops, the hunter removes the prod, distracted by something, but the pain lingers and the twitching continues. It seems like an agonizing eternity, but really it’s only a couple of minutes. He’s panting heavily, cheek pressed against the carpet beneath him, the blackness recessed from his vision but it’s hard to see with white cloudy smoke filling the room.
Scotts hovering over him a moment later, peering down at him with concern, and Stiles just gives him a half-hearted grin, because his best friend totally came to his rescue. His eyes widen as he see Peter leaning down, and before he can react more to the reanimated (Stiles hopes not in the eating brains way) man, he is telling Scott to go check the perimeter. Stiles doesn’t want him to go, doesn’t want to be left alone with Peter, he thinks Scott will refuse, but then he’s darting out of the building.
Stiles is wheezing as Peter hauls him up, the werewolf’s also wheezing, and Stiles knows then that the smoke is laced with wolfsbane. He tries to pull away, Peter too hot against his own clammy, taught skin. His legs don’t want to work and they give out when he manages to pull away, his face nearly hits the ground, but then Peter’s arms are around his waist, searing his skin as he’s hauled back up.
He’s tense all over, his body tight, but his muscles still twitch every now and then. Stiles doesn’t like the reaction his body is having to Peter Hale, his heartbeat speeding up a fraction, his stomach dropping, or how all he can think about is the skin to skin contact happening right now. He shouldn’t find this man attractive, or feel so much like the damsel being save by a prince, because Stiles is no damsel and Peter is not his prince, just no.
But then he’s thinking back to the hospital and his mother, and this man that would always smile at him. How everyday he’d see him, the next day his mother would feel better for two years, how his mother had dwindled so quickly after his visits had stopped. Stiles had a lot to consider, because this man wasn’t always a psychotic murder. No one’s ever accused Stiles of being stupid, well they haven’t been right about it, he’d put the pieces together.
They make it outside, Stiles relaxes slightly when he has Scott in site, no longer alone with Peter. Peter and Scott both cock their heads and Stiles knows something is going on with the pack, despite not being able to hear anything. Scott looks at Peter before taking off towards the other side of town without a backwards glance.
Peter lifts him easily, weakened but still stronger than any human, and there he goes feeling like the damsel again. If this became a thing it was going to do awful things for his sense of masculinity. Before Stiles can ask the werewolf is telling him they’re headed to help the rest of the pack as he starts running, slower than Scott, but still faster than any human towards the other side of town.
Peter is much more willing than Derek to give information, such a contrast in how they operate.
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TBC
A/N: This one is Stiles I feel like he’s lighter to write than Peter, the next part goes back to his view and will probably have spoilers for the 2.12. Please R and R.