~Here’s chapter three of Dreams! You can read it all on ao3 here, which also happens to be where my ao3 account is! Who woulda guessed? Don’t forget that my inbox is always open!~
"What's happening?" Peter asked as he wandered into the loft.
Everyone was surrounding a table, books and printed sheets spread out. It was the kind of messy neatness that only Stiles could produce and his eyes flickered towards the young man. A grin, hidden from the view of the others, flashed across the human's face and Peter was suddenly all too aware of what was happening.
"Oni demons have been trying to find a void kitsune, also known as a nogitsune. Kira's mother is the one that called them here, she's a kitsune too," Derek explained, only glancing at Peter.
"Right," Peter nodded.
So, Stiles was possessed by a nogitsune. He didn't mention this to the pack, of course, wouldn't mention it until he knew how to defeat one.
He sent a small, unnoticeable glare towards the Nogitsune.
"The Oni will probably attack you soon. Just let them do their job and it'll work out fine, they won't hurt you," Derek said once Peter had joined them.
Peter pressed a finger to the back of his ear, pushing it to show off the mark on his skin, "They showed up last night, I was planning to tell you all about it today."
"Good to know you're you, though I doubt the Nogitsune would make much difference with your already murderous tendencies," the Nogitsune spoke up, a cheeky grin on Stiles' face.
Peter simply sent a wink its way.
Throughout the meeting, the Nogitsune made jabs at Peter, remarks not unlike the ones that Stiles would make. However, the comments (such as, "Oh, the Nogitsune would love you, Peter," when the pack found out that it fed on chaos, strife and pain) held hidden words that only those three, only Peter, the Nogitsune and Stiles, would ever understand.
Peter tried his best to reply with his usual quips, tried to forget that he wasn't really talking to Stiles, but he knew his responses lacked their usual vibrancy and, dare he say it, creepiness. Not that anyone really noticed. How could they possibly notice Peter acting odd if they hadn't noticed Stiles was different?
Peter tried to ignore everyone by doing his own research during the meeting. He, of course, looked at everything that the Nogitsune had spread out, looking for any clues that the creature might have given them, but knew not to trust anything that he read. Cross referencing with his own sources was the best plan he had, and so was glad the pack meeting ended as he finished reading the final sheet.
He was the first to leave the loft, but apparently not the first to arrive at his apartment. He could faintly smell Stiles in the parking lot and braced himself for what was to come.
He honestly had no idea what was to come, so preparing for any and all things he could think of was what he decided on as he waited in the elevator.
It took agonizingly long to reach his floor, surrounded by Stiles' scent.
The first thing he noticed when he stepped into his apartment was the sharp and stinging scent of arousal and desire, the thin smell of curiosity just underneath. The second thing he noticed was a pair of shoes and socks thrown haphazardly onto his living room floor.
He grimaced at the implications, noticing Stiles' shirt tossed onto the back of his couch next. He made his way down his own hallway, stepping over the crumpled pile of jeans. Finally, he reached his bedroom door, both anger and arousal spiking at the pair of underwear hanging from the doorknob. He chucked it to the side, using every ounce of self control he had to just grab it by the waistband and not do anything else.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself (which didn't work as he just inhaled more arousal), he opened the door.
Pale, uncovered skin laid out bare; constellations of dark brown on display, more than he had ever seen; a happy trail of hair vanishing beneath Peter's deep red blanket, though the silk did nothing to hide just how aroused the body in front of him was.
His eyes flashed a bright blue, both a warning and a reaction.
"Why are you here?" he growled out, not daring to take a step closer.
"This is a peace offering," it replied, tone calm and casual.
"I decline. Get out of Stiles' body."
"Come on, Peter, just have a little taste test." The Nogitsune's grin was absolutely wicked as it stood up, the sheet falling from Stiles' waist.
Peter kept his glare firmly focused on amber eyes, even as it walked towards him. With a swish of its hand, the door behind him closed shut and Peter was backed up against it before he could blink.
"The first two minutes are free of charge, no consequences and no contracts, and you can do a hell of a lot in two minutes," the Nogitsune spoke with a lecherous voice as hands trailed down the werewolf's body.
"I don't need a taste test, my answer will always be 'no' until Stiles is back to the way he should be." He managed to get his hands between them, but shoving did no good as the Nogitsune seemed to be a lot stronger than Stiles was.
"Oh, I'm sorry but the two minutes aren't for you, it's for me."
That was the only warning he got before it had lips on him, tongue exploring his mouth as hands explored his body. He tried his best not to react, only using his hands to try to push away, keeping the rest of his body as still as possible.
His shirt was gone in twenty seconds and hands were quickly at his jeans before another ten were up. He started to freak out, just the tiniest bit, and felt his claws coming out when the Nogitsune smiled into the kiss. His teeth sharpened to fangs and a thought was pulled to the front of his mind.
Before the Nogitsune could move onto his neck, he sunk his teeth into the tongue stuck in his mouth.
The Nogitsune recoiled out of surprise, if the raised eyebrows were anything to go by, attack forgotten for the moment. A laugh bubbled out of Stiles' bruised lips and it dipped its head to rest on Peter's shoulder, shoulders shaking minutely. The moment was so not sexual that the werewolf almost forgot the body in front of him was naked and his fangs and claws receded.
Almost forgot until the body pressed in closer. The same bruised lips that had just been laughing pulled themselves up to Peter's ear, hot breath a stark contrast to the cold nose nudging at his skin.
"I feed off of pain, Peter. Do you really think that did anything other than get me off?" A tongue flicked out, licking at the skin behind his ear. "Here," it spoke, backing off to grab one of Peter's hands, "claws out," it clenched his wrist in a tight grip, claws popping out against his will.
It trailed his hand down Stiles' body, across a pale torso, passed curling hairs, and onto a fleshy thigh. It yanked at his wrist, claws digging into flesh. Deep red spilled out from underneath and Peter expected a pained yelp, but instead received a throaty moan that seemed to claw at his soul.
He yanked his claws out; his other hand shoved Stiles' body away from him, shoved away the Nogitsune, and roared, "Get the fuck out!"
Out of my room.
Out of my head.
Out of his body.
The Nogitsune huffed, rolled its eyes, and straightened up. "Fine, fine, if you're really gonna be pissy about this then I'll leave," it spoke as if having to leave was worse than staying, as if it couldn't simply shut him up, as if Peter actually had a say in the matter.
Peter stepped out of the way as it made its way to the door. It swung the door open and stepped passed the frame as it spoke, "I'll be coming back soon. When I do, I'm not gonna stop until you're so wrecked that even werewolf healing won't stop you from limping for the rest of the week."
With that, the door slammed shut.
Peter could hear it picking up Stiles' clothes, pulling them on without a word. It wasn't until the Nogitsune was out of the building did Peter sink to his knees. His breathing was uneven, his heart beat a mile a minute, his wolf went wild with rage.
The blood coating his fingers felt like it was burning hotter and brighter than the Hale fire, but it still took him several minutes to rise from his feet. With staggering steps, he left his room, stumbling his way to the bathroom across the hall.
He stepped onto something other than wood and almost didn't notice. Glancing down at what it was, he realised the Nogitsune had left something behind.
