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It fucking hurt. He was healing slowly, oh so very slowly. The knitting of the skin coming together was taking its sweet time. Long enough that he was continually oozing the sanguine fluid from his right side. His shirt ruined long ago where he was practically sliced open.
And that right there made him more irritated – a nice shirt now wasted and would need to be thrown away. Damn creatures with no mind to his fashionable tastes. They suck.
Plus, he was fucking pissed that he got blood all over the leather seats of his car. The car detailing bill was going to bitch. What a night. It was supposed to be an easy stroll through the woods. Not one that caused hiim to have put up a fight and get his hands dirty. And injured with blood dripping down his hip.
Coming to a stop in front of the Stilinski house, Peter gradually hefted himself out of his vehicle with a groan.
He should go home. Really, he should but he didn’t feel like facing his family right now – Talia with her judgmental look. Derek with his I told you so eye brows. And Jackson. Well Jackson just being Jackson – a douchey asshole.
Taking a few ragged breaths, Peter sluggishly made his way up the walkway to the front door. Grabbing his side with his right hand, he used his left one to rap on the door hoping a certain someone would be home.
It didn’t take long for Peter to hear the omega’s footsteps approach and then open the door. Peter attempted the biggest smile he could muster as the other looked upon him. “Hi Kitten.”
“Hi Kitten? That’s what you got?” He gasped out as his eyes roamed even more to ingest Peter’s state of disarray. He was positive he probably appeared ashen and weak. Of course, not to mention the blood. “What the hell happened?”
“Well,” his body swayed as he went to lean on the door frame. “I may have run into a Wendigo. Needless to say, I don’t think he was happy about it either but I did come out as the victor so you should totally see what he looks like.”
Yeah, he didn’t expect to run into some stupid supernatural creature but he supposes that he shouldn’t be totally surprised either. The kind of shit comes to be more than it should. Yet he kicked the other’s ass. Well mostly anyway since he is now currently wearing a gash the size of a grapefruit.
“Think I’ll pass on that. And how exactly the fuck did you run into a Wendigo?”
“Oh you know, I may have been sightseeing a little.”
Stiles rolled his eyes and sighed out loudly. “I know Scott is not always the brightest lightbulb but he did make a good point about traveling in pairs if we venture into certain parts of the forest.”
“No, he isn’t the smartest.” A true idiot if you ask Peter but no one ever does. “And I’m stubborn and usually tune him out.”
“You’re an idiot.” He blew out as big doe brown eyes widened when his focus travelling down once more where the injury was. “That’s so disgusting. I think I may see your guts and might be sick.” His face paled with a nauseated look.
“Now now, you’re being a little overly dramatic. No guts spillage here. Just lots of blood loss with a wound that is taking a longer time to heal than usual.” It wasn’t that bad. It hurt like hell but he’s sure the boy is exaggerating.
Scrunching his nose, Stiles shook his head. “Agree to disagree. I see things from your insides that I should never see so why exactly are you here bleeding out on my porch of all places?”
“You were convenient. And are you going to let me in or just rant about seeing my insides?” Peter was getting tired. His body yearned to heal and it was proving challenging when he had to stand upright and quibble with the omega. He would get better faster being relaxed and calm.
“Are you serious? You’re going to bleed all over the floor. My dad will kill me if he sees splatter on the carpet.”
Peter was waiting for the again part since it wouldn’t be the first time the boy has patched up a werewolf or two.
“Well, your neighbors may start to question why a man is bleeding out on your front stoop so me coming inside maybe a wiser alternative.” He wasn’t sure how nosey the neighbors were but he assumed there was probably someone that would spy and spread rumors around about an almost dead man lingering at the Stilinski residence.
“Ugh, I hate you right now. Fine, fine. Just go to the kitchen.” The boy relented stepping aside. “The tile will be much easier to clean if you drip on it. I cannot believe I’m helping you with this shit. I should be playing video games right now, not almost puking.”
Peter carefully stepped across the threshold gripping his side tighter trying to not let any blood droplets hit the floor. “Your hospitality is very generous. Thank you kitten and I highly doubt that you hate me.” Perhaps irritated but definitely not spite. After all, he can tell if the boy was telling the truth or not. It’s not hard to listen to his heartbeat but he would not admit that right now. Stiles may scold him for cheating.
“Whatever. Just be glad I’m in a nice mood but this really should be Derek’s problem. He’s a werewolf and can assist with werewolfy issues better than me.”
His nephew can be a little gruff on occasion plus he wasn’t in the mood trying to figure out what his eyebrows might convey right now. It can be challenging on an easy day. “I think he’s busy and he doesn’t always quite have the same generous demeanor as you.”
“I’m calling him anyway so I can get his input.” Stiles insisted as Peter slowly made his way towards the kitchen with a grunt. He plopped on one of the wooden back chairs that groaned out with his weight. Closing his eyes for a moment to calm, Stiles broke through the inner peace. “Oh God, it’s really gross dude. Are you sure it’s healing?”
He could sense his skin gradually stitching itself back together. Had noticed his breaths were not quite as shallow. So yeah, he was fairly confident that he was healing. The gash was deep for sure but not as penetrative as Stiles thinks it is. “Yes, just taking it’s sweet time.”
“Right. Not sure if I believe that but I am going to grab some towels to help hopefully stop the flow.”
That sounded like a good idea. His shirt was useless at this point- torn and soaked through to a dark red. His hand wasn’t providing a whole lot of buffer either. “Good idea. And could you be a dear and get me a glass of water?”
He was dehydrated from the blood loss and some liquid refreshment sounded amazing right now.
With an eye roll, the omega went to a cabinet by the fridge to pull out a glass. “Well of course alpha. Anything else you need?”
The tone was laced with some sarcasm and teasing. Two could easily play that game. “Not now but you keep calling me that, I might get some ideas.”
“Oh my God Hale, you’re practically dying and you’re still being a pervy wolf?”
“I am not that close to death and even if I was, yes that would not stop my mind drifting towards the gutter.” What can he say? He has a libido and enjoys sex And he enjoys flirting. Both are fun and entertaining especially with an omega who tends to get flustered easily.
Plopping the glass of water down on the table, Stiles muttered under his breath, “going to grab some towels.”
Peter drank most of the chilled refreshment before the omega returned with an armful of towels and a plastic bag that he has holding out in front of him. “For the bloody shirt.”
He gingerly tugged the tattered shirt over his head, grateful to be rid of the material since at this point it was more of a hindrance than a help. Discarding the item in the bag, he grabbed a towel from Stiles and placed it tightly on his right side as Stiles put the bag down on the floor to be dealt with later.
The alpha in him had a brief moment of wanting to preen and puff out his chest but he assumed a cut up bloody torso wasn’t going to win any brownie points with the omega right now. “Thank you.”
Stiles nodded, placing the rest of the towels on the table. He then sat across from Peter and quickly scrolled through his phone. “I’m putting this on speaker.” He mentioned as he held out the device between them as it began to ring. It didn’t take long for the other end to pick up.
“Hey Stiles. What’s up?” Derek’s voice loomed over the phone.
“Been better Der. Your uncle is here. Here in my kitchen bleeding out. Trying to figure out long it is going to be before gangrene sets in. I need your wolfy sage advice.”
Now Peter rolled his eyes and cut in before his nephew had any kind of panic attack. “He’s exaggerating nephew. It’s not that bad. Hurts like a bitch though.”
“Do I even want to know what happened? Or what you get yourself involved with?”
“Probably not.”
There was a long audible sigh followed by some silence before Derek spoke once more. “Okay, we’ll talk about that later. Stiles, do you see any black goo or anything out of the ordinary?”
Wrinkling his nose, Stiles appeared pale once more. “Trying to not investigate the grossness that closely but I don’t think so.”
“Good. Uncle Peter do you feel like you’re about to lose consciousness or feel any other unusual symptoms?”
Peter pretty much knew the drill – the type of symptoms to look out for. What things to be potentially concerned with. But he decided let Stiles and Derek have this moment. The omega wasn’t going to be satisfied until he got reassurance from Derek and he his nephew will be grateful to have been useful in this so-called time of need. “No. I’m tired as my body is trying to heal. It’s slowly knitting back together though.”
“Okay. Yeah, it sounds like he just needs not to over exert himself and rest until he heals more. If you don’t see any marked improvements in an hour than call me back.” The younger man oozed with confidence. He was a good alpha and would make any beta or omega a wonderful partner one day. He just hopes that they can read eyebrows.
Stiles practically gasped out. “An hour? What the hell am I supposed to do with him for an hour? Can’t you come pick him up?”
It was a little of an over-the-top reaction if you asked Peter. His mind briefly went to the gutter thinking of some things they could do but he was quite sure Stiles wouldn’t be on board plus his condition wasn’t very conducive for a lot options right now. Therefore, his primal thoughts probably not the best idea right now. However, he managed a smile. He could still potentially enjoy himself with the omega – it’s always fun teasing him anyway.
“I can’t right now. Sorry. You got this. I believe in you.” What a pep talker. His nephew revved up the charm because he was either truly being nice or that he really didn’t want to bother with his uncle right now. It could really go either way.
“Well fuck, he wasn’t super helpful.” Stiles offered up as he hit end call. Peter didn’t know what the boy expected. “I need a distraction from that wound, blah. Can’t just sit here staring at the reddening towel knowing what it is hiding.” Sliding his chair back from the table, Stiles stood up.” Told my dad I was going to cook dinner. Going to start a casserole before I puke.”
Peter waved his hand. He could just sit here with a towel wedged to his side in the meantime and make some idle chit chat with the boy. Stiles was easy to talk to and he had a point. He kind of needed a distraction as well so his wound could heal more rapidly.
So they spoke of a few random things as Stiles took out the ingredients and the various pans and utensils he needed to prepare dinner. As he went to place a large mixing spoon on the counter, he missed and it clattered to the floor.
Peter watched as the younger man bent over to retrieve it. He couldn’t help himself as his eyes zeroed in on his ass. The omega has a fine one and he wondered if his moles dotted his bare butt cheeks as well. Truthfully, he has thought about it before. He is an alpha with needs after all and Stiles is a nice-looking omega.
He’s not dumb or blind but he has always treaded carefully as well. Stiles is much younger than him and for a while far too young to be appropriate. Plus, they work as friends – both enjoying their playful banter. So yes, Stiles has a nice ass and Peter does wonder some times but he also would never cross a line to jeopardize the current dynamic they have now.
“Oh my god, are you staring at my ass Hale?”
And he certainly can’t deny it. “Of course I am. You presented it so nicely and I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.”
Waggling the spoon at Peter, “keep your pervy eyes to yourself or I’ll throw you bloody injured self out of here.”
He really wanted to say that he would like to see him try but he zipped his lips shut. He didn’t want to push anymore right now. His wound was starting to not to hurt as much and the oozing was beginning to diminish more. He preferred to finish the heeling process. It was taking much longer than he liked and he was growing impatient waiting. “Of course, Kitten.”
The younger man seemed satisfied and went back to preparing dinner as Peter polished off the water and interjected with a few mundane thoughts about the past week to take up the time.
Once Stiles closed the oven and set the timer, Peter felt a fullness in his bladder. “I need to take a leak.”
The omega gestured with his right hand, “you know where the powder room is.”
He did. He has been at his house numerous times over the years yet, “I still feel a little weak.” He most likely could walk to the bathroom easily but it’s almost like someone who just got fresh stitches. He didn’t want to take a chance pulling at his newly knitted skin and having it come a part.
There was a long audible sigh that escaped the boy’s lips. “Ugh fine. I’ll help you to the bathroom but I am not going inside and don’t even think about asking me to hold it while you’re doing your business.”
Not surprising but a little disappointing nonetheless. He’s sure the omega could aim his dick very nicely into the toilet. “Thank you.”
The trip to the bathroom was uneventful but it did provide Peter a chance to scent mark the omega. He made a point to brush his hand over the boy’s neck briefly. The boy may not be a wolf but he was still pack and the gesture aided Peter’s wolf – it helped calm him even more.
Once he got to the powder room, Peter had a chance to check himself out in the mirror. He noted more color coming back. The wound was in fact practically sutured up at this point. His torso now mostly consisted of dried and caked on blood than anything fresh.
He decided that he put Stiles out for long enough and told him as much as he exited the bathroom. He opted it was time to be on his way. As much as the omega can be entertaining, Peter really wanted to shower and change into some clean soft clothes. And maybe take a nap.
“Don’t be an idiot again. And don’t expect me to help your stupid wolf ass out if there is a next time. Actually, there better not be a next time.” The omega called out to him as he climbed into the car. Peter waved him off. The boy really shouldn’t expect such things from him.
So yep, a week later when he showed up the at the Stilinski house with a less severe injury, Stiles mumbled under his breath as he stepped aside. “Fuck, I guess I’m the idiot for helping you again.”
Peter didn’t necessarily disagree but he kept that particular thought to himself since no biting the hand so to speak.
Plus, f he was lucky, he would catch another glimpse of the omega’s ass.