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(( ooc: Continuation of this thread. ))

[Peter chuckles, as he's slowly walking around in the room. His hand lingers on Stiles' things, leaving his scent behind. He also takes a deep breath, his nose taking the boy's scent fondly. The scent he missed all these years... He made a promise to the boy that he will return to him and he will give him a pack. And Peter was keeping that promise, even if it took a bit longer than he expected.

He didn't switch the lights on, he could see properly. And why ruin the surprise? He studied Stiles' schedule for weeks, he knew when the boy will be back to this place. And this night he finally decided to wait for him and introduce himself. Peter couldn't help smiling. All this time the fact that someone may wait for his return was a strong force that made him go on, to arrange everything on his part again and finally gain some power. Now, before he would go on, he needed Stiles back. He needed to know how Stiles will choose in the end.

Peter wondered how the boy will, but he knew he doesn't have to wait too long.]

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[ When Peter left that night and hadn't come back, Stiles thought he was just fucking with him and would show up the next day or the day after lurking in the corner of his room or something. But he didn't. Stiles kept up hope, though, that Peter would show up one day but after two months he stopped waiting.

That had been two years ago. Since then Stiles had, by the grace of god, graduated high school along with his friends. They still fought every creature that came to town and caused trouble, but somehow they managed it. Now, though, Stiles was in college a few hours outside of Beacon Hills. He travels back every other week to see his dad and catch up.

In those two years, he's dated a few times, but none of them ever stuck. None of them were Peter. And Stiles hates that even now, after all this time Peter still has such a hold over him and he's not even anywhere near him.

Stiles grumbles under his breath as he lets himself into his apartment, drops his bag by the door and shuts it. Flicking a light on he makes his way to his bedroom so he can change into some pajamas, kicking open the door as he enters. He turns the bedroom light on, doesn't notice Peter until he turns around, then nearly flails himself into the dresser as he yells in surprise, heart racing. ]

[Peter turns his head toward the door when he hears Stiles' steps. He became familiar with the way Stiles was holding himself now, after a few weeks of studying him. Peter liked it. Stiles grew in some ways, yet Peter was here to help him grew in some other way too...

He's silent as Stiles walks into the room, waiting for the boy to notice him. His smirk is too amused when Stiles yells, heartbeat racing. Now, that heartbeat is indeed familiar, it's Stiles' heartbeat, though Peter like to know that heart as one of his possessions. Even after all this time.

Peter licks his lips, ignoring the slight nervousness he has and makes a point to look Stiles all over, before he looks into his eyes.]

Nice place.

[ Stiles stares at the man for a moment, then stalks over to him and punches him in the face. It hurts him more than it hurts Peter, of course, and Stiles takes a few steps back as he shakes his hand out, swearing under his breath. ]

You're an asshole, you know that? Of course you know that, your face is probably under the word 'asshole' in the dictionary. Do you even know how- no, you probably don't- again, because you're an asshole and you don't care.. [ Stiles deflates a little, sighing, flailing arms dropping to his sides as he looks at Peter while trying desperately not to feel hopeful- he'd been down that road already. ]

What do you want, Peter?

[Peter smirks when he sees Stiles moving, he steps closer and he notices the movement just a tad bit late. He hisses as the boy hits him, stumbling back. It really doesn't hurt him, but the fact that Stiles had the chance to do it...]

And it's really nice to see you too. [He sighs, rubbing his cheek as he looks back at Stiles. He lets him rant, and get out the first signs of surprise.]

Now, I do care about things, even if there aren't many. [He holds up his hand, his smirk returning. Stiles' punch not visible anymore on his face.] I just want to talk. Is this the right time? Should I come back a little later? [He teases.]

[ Stiles hates the way the beat of his heart betrays him. He wants to be angry, furious, hurt- but he's just... happy. Happy to see Peter at all, happy to know the werewolf is alive. Stiles makes a motion with his hand, trying to ignore the way his stomach flips at the sight of that smirk. ]

No no, by all means, go ahead and talk. I'd love to hear what you have to say.

[Peter just smiles, tilting his head to the side. Damn, he missed Stiles, he realizes. Of course he knew that he did, but right now with the boy in front of him it's even more obvious. And he shouldn't get nervous for that.]

Didn't you have questions for me, first? I better start it without you being occupied. I want all your attention for what I want to say.

Of course I have questions! [ Stiles' arms flail a little as he all but shouts. ] Where the hell have you been?! Why haven't you contacted me!? Did you even want to contact me?? Are you here because you need help with something, want me took something up for you? Good ol' Stiles, he'll help. Do you even know how long I fucking waited for you that night?! And now- now you show up?!

Oh, I think you waited more than just that one night. [Peter whispers, crossing his arms. Yes, he missed this.]

First things first, I had some things to do and they indeed took longer than I expected. [Peter nods, closing his eyes for a moment.]

And I wanted to contact you, Stiles, I truly wanted to. But that was a luxury I couldn't enjoy until now, for various reasons. You're too loud and I needed silence for a while.

Everything is clear so far? Satisfactory? [He asks raising a cocky eyebrow.] Because if yes, then... yes, I need something from you.

[ It's more than true- he's waited two years and some to see Peter. But right now he's mad at him for taking so damn long. ]

Oh, I'm too loud? Well you can have all the damn silence you want.

[ Stiles just snorts at that, rolling his eyes, then makes a gesture with his hand for Peter to go on. Nope, he's certainly not talking. He's too loud, remember? Yeah, so maybe it's kind of childish, but right now he feels its justified. ]

You're not cute when you're sulking. [Peter teases, shaking his head. Then he's just eying the boy in silence. Indeed.]

Stiles, I have an offer for you. Do you remember what I told you that night? [He starts then, walking closer. Right now it's not only Stiles' heartbeat that's picking up in the room.]

[ Stiles makes a face at that, crossing his arms over his chest and trying not to look like he's actually sulking.

The next question, however, surprises him. Oh he remembers, alright. Vividly what they talked about. And hearing Peter bring it up now, after all this time, makes his heart race in his chest. ]

Yes.

If you wait for me, if you still want me when I come back... I will take you as a mate. [Peter whispers, a slight shiver running down his spine as he's saying it out loud. He stops close enough to Stiles to feel the hear of his body.] Right? [His voice is low, his lips pulling into a slow, weak smirk.]

[ The closer Peter gets, the faster his heart beats. He's so close Stiles can feel each word ghosting across his face. He licks his lips a little and nods. ]

Yes. [ He says the simple word with such meaning that he hopes Peter understands what he is saying- or in this case isn't saying. ]

[Peter looks at Stiles' face, noting how it changed to subtly even over these two years. Though those eyes remained the same. And that was good.

He smiles. Peter gets it. He keeps his voice low, but he's not moving away.]

You don't even know if I'm the same as when we parted.

[ Stiles can't help but shift closer- he hasn't seen Peter in two years. ]

Well, you're here aren't you?

That's obvious. [Peter nods, swallowing as Stiles moves closer. Two years indeed.] And I don't plan to go anywhere.

So here I am, Stiles, asking you. [He mutters, his hands coming up to brush against Stiles' sides gently.] Will you be with me?

[ His whole body tingles at the question, and Stiles doesn't say anything for a few long, torturous moments, but then the teen's face breaks out into a grin. ]

You bet your wolfy ass. [ Then Stiles is launching himself forward, wrapping his arms around Peter and just hugging him, soaking up his presence, face buried in the man's neck. God, he's missed him so much. ]

[Peter feels his throat tighten. Stiles can say anything. He can still refuse. He left the boy with his head for two years with only a promise...]

[But then Peter takes in a sharp breath as Stiles moves forward and hugs him like that. It was such a long time ago anyone did that with such enthusiasm. He lets out a short chuckle, pulling Stiles to himself too. Feeling with warmth, his realness... He closes his eyes and pulls Stiles tighter to him, smelling him.]

I have so much to tell you, Stiles. [He whispers into the boy's ear.]

[ Stiles' own arms tighten in response, breath shuddering out of him as Peter hugs him back just as much.

He laughs a little at the statement. ]

It better be two years worth.

Oh, it worth it for me. [Peter sighs, pulling a little away, to look into Stiles' eyes.] And I'll make it worth for you too.

[His eyes flash up red before he moves to capture Stiles' lips in a kiss he wanted for a long time now.]

[ The flash of red eyes surprises him, but before he can say anything Peter's kissing him. He melts into it, it's been so long since he's kissed Peter, or touched him or heard his voice.

He should not find it hot that Peter is now an alpha. Well no wonder it took so long, he doubts finding an alpha is easy. And then Peter came back. He could have gone anywhere, disappeared, had anyone. But he came back for Stiles.

Stiles presses more eagerly into the kiss, and when he breaks away to speak, his voice is soft and breathless. ]

You're staying here tonight, and you better be here when I wake up.

Such demands. Do you want breakfast in bed too? [Peter chuckles against Stiles' lips enjoying his scent, his heartbeat and his warmth. A great mate material and all for him to devour. His hands stroking Stiles slowly and a bit possessive again, now that he can have him this close. Maybe Stiles was the only reason he could go on with his plan to become Alpha again. There was no one to do it for, as his only family detest and hates him to bits...]

Do you like it? [He asks in a low voice, his eyes staying red as he moves Stiles toward the bed.]

Well if you're offering.. [ He grins playfully, heart speeding up a little more in excitement.

At the question, Stiles reaches up to gently brush his fingers over Peter's cheek, just under his red, red eyes. His heartbeat is steady and true when he answers. ]

Yeah, I do. [ And he does. He always knew Peter would end up an alpha again somehow, it was just a matter of when.

When his legs hit the bed, he sinks down onto it, moving back further onto the bed and then pulling Peter down with him. ]

I'll let it be a surprise. [Peter mutters, watching that expression. Damn. This is his mate and he imagined this meeting many times before, but reality was always better than any daydream. He leans into Stiles' touch softly, before he moves with him and hovers over him on the bed. Peter feels his mouth water at the sight of the boy, at the scent of his skin and that eager heartbeat...]

Good. [He whispers, staring at Stiles little as a wolf at his prey, with half lidded eyes, ready for anything.] Did you miss me?

[ He huffs at the question, lips upturning in a small smirk. ] I thought it'd be obvious by now. Of course I missed you.

[ So much more than he thought he would. ]

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