Beacon Hills Eye Clinic [7/?]
Title: Beacon Hills Eye Clinic
Pairings: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski/Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski/Cora Hale, Scott McCall/Isaac Lahey, Peter Hale/Lydia Martin, Cora Hale/Allison Argent (All pre-established relationships)
Other character: Sheriff Stilinski
Rating: R
Word count: 3,538
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
Warning: none
Summary: Lydia’s secretly jealous of all the attention that Stiles is getting and Stiles goes on a date with Peter which turns out to be a whole new ball game.
Previously in ‘Beacon Hills Eye Clinic’…
Stiles’ Jeep had broken down on the road again but he had actively pushed Cora away before he could end up in her car again. His worries about the Jeep, which had originally belonged to his mother, had dragged him down all day. Meanwhile, Peter had asked for an eye massage and a date for his compensation. And, Derek had gone to see Miss Morell, only to kiss Stiles who had been having a panic attack in the waiting room.
“Lydia, I’m fine,” Stiles whined as his partner kept probing his eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with my eyes! It was a breathing problem.”
“Be quiet.” Lydia grabbed his chin with a firm hand. Seeing black spots couldn’t be treated lightly.
“But you know I can never be quiet. Tell me to do something I actually can.”
Lydia opened her drawer and took out the mask that she had gotten from him. “Put this on and chew on the end. Or I’ll have to gag you with a fake eye.”
“Ooh, kinky. Haven’t thought of that one.” Stiles put on the mask and started chewing. It was weirdly comforting. He kept chewing until he got a better idea about what to do with his mouth.
“So what do you see?” He wriggled his eyebrows to let her know that it was on.
“I see stupidity. Layers of stupidity.” Lydia put her tools down. “What do you see in Peter Hale?”
“Urgh, is this about the date? You know I have to do this. I couldn’t stop Scott. I didn’t see it coming! But how badass was that?!”
Stiles punched the air, imitating his nurse. But the only response that he got was a pair of eyes piercing him with judgment. “Um, I’ll see to it that it never happens again.”
“Good. Because if not, I’ll see red.”
“I see…”
“And, don’t think I can’t see through you. You’re thrilled to go out with him. I could see it a mile off.”
“But of course! You should see him with gloves! It’s a must-see.”
“Gloves aren’t really my thing. I’d rather see him in a see-through shirt.”
Stiles took a sacred moment to picture Peter in a black see-through shirt. “Yeah, I’d like that. His nipples would shine for all the world to see! Wait a second. Do you find him attractive? Well, that’s a stupid question. Who wouldn’t? But perhaps you could help me with this see-saw then. You see, I plan to send Cora to Allison, but I can’t…”
“Stiles, we’ve worked too hard to get here. Don’t forget that. Don’t make me make you see stars.” Lydia held up her fist.
“I was joking! I just thought fantasies could see us through this dry spell.” Stiles shrugged. The Hales didn’t need any more treatment, so his date with Peter would be his last interaction with them.
“Hey, is that a new lipstick I see?” He noticed her crimson lips.
“Yes, it’s the right color for this season. I knew I had to have it once I saw it.”
“Is that so? Hmm, are you sure you’re not seeing someone behind my back?” Stiles eyed her suspiciously.
“Let me see…” Lydia pretended to think. “Yes, I’m sure I’m not seeing anyone. And, don’t ask me stupid things just to win the game. I hope you start to see some sense.”
“But you just repeated my words to score another point! It’s twelve all now! By the way, you know who’d see the beauty in your fashionable lipstick?”
Lydia snorted. “I bet it’s the one who you’re seeing later.”
“Your answer is correct!” Stiles took off the mask and got up with a grin. “And, as your prize, you get to see your adorable partner win this round! See you!”
He skipped out of the office, humming a merry tune. He was grateful that Lydia had indulged him instead of asking about the Jeep. She had even seen him get off Scott’s bike but had only told him how nice his scarf was.
Stiles sighed as he walked into his office. He wasn’t ready to accept what had happened to his Jeep or think about the kiss with Derek. He just wanted to go through the short day of work and jump in Peter’s car. His issues could wait until tomorrow; he had an appointment with Miss Morell.
Stiles jumped in the silver Mercedes all right, but had to jump again at the driver’s face. “Oh my God! What happened? And, you’re not healing!”
“Your scent was all over my nephew. That’s what happened. That bastard didn’t even bother to cover his scent!” Peter’s claws dug into the leather of the wheel. “And, I am healing. It’s just agonizingly slow.”
“So you two had a werewolf battle? Over me? All rough and manly?” Stiles let out a pained cry.
“There’s no need to weep. He’s alive. I’d love to say he looks worse than me, but the bastard’s an Alpha.” Peter started the car.
“So he won the fight?” Stiles put on the seatbelt.
“Nobody won the fight. Isaac and Cora got between us before I could take him down.”
“Ah, at least Cora was there! Tell me someone filmed it. I’ll even settle for a recording!” Stiles couldn’t believe that he hadn’t been present for his own fantasy. That was just his luck.
Peter laughed. “You smell like agony because you couldn’t see us fight? If you let me kiss you too, we could make that happen in the next half hour.”
Stiles moaned as memories of Derek kissing him came flooding back. “I didn’t let him kiss me. He just did. He pulled me out of a panic attack.”
“A panic attack? Over what? The Jeep? And, couldn’t he rather throw a glass of water over you?”
Stiles scowled. “I don’t want to talk about it. I have a therapist for a reason. Let’s talk about where you’re taking me instead.”
“I’m taking you to my den.”
“Oh, really? I thought we’d be going out.”
“We were going to. But you can’t expect me to be caught dead looking like this.” Peter pointed at his face. Then he gestured for the doctor to open the glove compartment. “Consider it a gift of apology.”
Stiles’ mouth watered at the sight of curly fries. “How did you know I liked these?” He rushed to put a couple in his mouth.
“I could smell it on you yesterday.”
“At the clinic? But I brushed my teeth and I was wearing a mask!”
“I could smell it on your gown. And, I’m a sommelier, Stiles. I have a delightfully sensitive nose.”
“Oh…” Stiles shivered at the sound of his name. They were on a date, so it made sense that Peter called him by his first name. “Wow, I didn’t know you were a sommelier. Tell me all about it. I assumed you sold leather or something, haha.”
Stiles relaxed in his seat as Peter started to share his life story. The heater warmed his skin, the voice warmed his heart, and the fries warmed his soul. He felt peaceful in what seemed like a long time. He mumbled a few mms and ahs as he finished the fries. There was a water bottle in the cup holder, but he was too tired and content to move a muscle. It had been an exhausting week and he hadn’t slept much. It was finally Saturday and he could use some rest…
Peter shook his head in disbelief. The doctor had fallen asleep. He wasn’t sure if he should be offended or pleased. Had his career sounded so boring? Or did the doctor trust him that much? When he stopped at a red light, he grabbed his coat from the back and covered his date. People usually fell asleep on him at the end of the date.
He drove as slowly as possible, earning himself some time to think. He was literally a wolf that was taking his unconscious prey to the den. He had to decide how bad of a wolf that he was going to be. Infinite possibilities lay ahead and he could only choose one.
He tapped his fingers against the wheel, along to the rhythm of the doctor’s heart. He hadn’t expected to enjoy a silent Stiles, but he had a big heart with a good beat. Judging from his breathing, the doctor was out cold. He could easily carry him in his arms and let him rest in his bed. The first decision had been made. A sly smile hung on his lips as he sped up. He would find a way to keep the doctor at his place for as long as he could and piss off his nephew as much as he could.
“Cahhh…” Stiles let out a huge yawn as he stretched. He was still too sleepy to open his eyes, but he felt great. It was pleasantly warm and his silk sheets were wrapped around his legs and… Wait, these couldn’t be his sheets. He didn’t own anything silk. Stiles’ eyes flew open as he sat up. He heard footsteps and saw a figure join him in the room. The light was too dim for his half-opened eyes, so he had to fumble for a weapon.
“Don’t hurt me! Or I’ll hurt you with this!” he croaked, brandishing the weapon. His throat was still asleep.
The light brightened and revealed the figure’s face. It was Peter.
“It’s not that big, Stiles. But don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”
Stiles looked down and dropped what he had been holding. It was a dildo. In fact, it seemed like he had happily slept next to a vast array of toys. There were things that he didn’t even know, and boy, he needed to watch more porn.
“I take it you’re fond of my bed.” Peter leaned against the wall with a smile.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry. What time is it?” Stiles lay back on the bed.
“Half past seven.”
“What?!” Stiles sprang up. “I was out for two hours? When were you going to wake me up?”
“In the morning.” Peter snickered.
“Thank God I woke up now then.” Stiles stifled a yawn. “Hey, your face looks better. Did you get to nap too?”
“Nope. But I was able to engage in other types of healing activities, all thanks to you.”
Stiles shuddered. He had no idea what Peter was talking about, but something told him that he was better off not knowing. “So uh, did I finish the fries before becoming the rudest date ever? Or are there any left? I’m starving.”
“You finished them, but I cooked dinner. I just need to pick out the wine.”
“Ah, you’re an angel.” Stiles took Peter’s hand and got out of bed.
“An angel?” Peter looked offended. “Just for that, I think we should test how different kinds of gloves feel on your skin. Let’s see if you still call me boring then.”
Stiles groaned as he followed Peter out of the bedroom. Maybe he should’ve slept until morning. “Can I have a drink, please? Where’s all the wine?” He flopped down on the couch.
“I’ll go fetch a bottle. Feel free to check out my gloves collection. It’s in that drawer over there.”
“You keep gloves in the living room?”
Peter looked offended again. “Yes. Where else should they be? They’re not just gloves. They’re exquisite treasures. I show them to all the guests who deserve it.”
Stiles nodded. And, here he had thought that he had a problem with obsession. “I’ll check them out. Thanks.”
But he headed to the bathroom as soon as Peter left the living room. He remembered the first time that he had seen Peter. He was in the wolf’s den. This was the perfect opportunity to find out the secret behind his beauty.
He locked the door and rummaged around while letting the tap run. He looked for a powerful potion in the medicine cabinet, but there weren’t any mysterious bottles. Peter had lots of Armani and Tom Ford, but what kind of a self-respecting non-straight guy wouldn’t? That was when he spotted a box of condoms. His eyeballs bulged out of his skull; the package read XXL.
“I hope you’re not disappointed. We can always add a dildo if you’re not satisfied.”
Stiles shrieked, “how did you get through the door?!”
“The lock’s broken.” Peter grinned. “So what are you looking for?”
Stiles was about to come up with a lie when Peter stood alert. “What is it?”
“Trouble.” Peter grasped Stiles’ hand and headed to the door. He had a bad feeling about this.
Meanwhile, Derek was huffing right outside the door. He had searched for their scents all over the town, only to realize two hours later that they must be at Peter’s place. After their fight, Peter had told him that he would take the doctor out, but he hadn’t. The bastard had screwed him over. He had sent him on a fool’s errand for messing up his face. In his defense, it was the psychopath that had attacked him first.
He didn’t have to ring the bell as the door swung open. Trying to contain his anger, he cringed at the sight of his favorite creature holding hands with his least favorite one.
“You…” Stiles wriggled his hand out of Peter’s grip.
“Me…” Derek didn’t know what else to say.
“You!” Stiles pointed a finger in Derek’s face. He was reminded of Derek leaving right after the kiss.
“Me…?” Derek wasn’t sure why the doctor was angry. He was here to rescue him. And, why the hale was he hooking his arm through his uncle’s?
“Derek, to what do we owe the displeasure of this visit?” Peter smirked at how close Stiles was standing next to him.
“Let him go. He looks exhausted. He’s already paid the price. It must’ve been hell to spend some time with you.”
“Wow, how kind of you to come all the way here to suggest that. But if he’s exhausted, he can always go back to my bed.”
“What? What did you do to him?” Derek’s eyes flashed red.
“It’s none of your damn business. Try not to ruin my perfectly good mood.” Peter kissed the side of Stiles’ head.
“Doctor, I’m taking you home now.” Derek clasped Stiles’ other hand.
“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me why you fled.” Stiles wished that he had a third hand to keep his heart from beating out of his chest. He loved this.
“I didn’t flee.”
“Yes, you did, liar. Now go back to your empty loft where you belong.” Peter yanked his date away from his nephew.
Stiles couldn’t tell what had happened first: Peter pushing him to safety, Derek lunging at Peter or the door closing on its own. Not only did he have human eyes but they were also tired. But he rubbed them vehemently and focused on the werewolves. It was finally happening; the fight of the century, the battle of Gods, a Hale on Hale.
His stomach rumbled just in time for the show. He strolled towards the table and made himself comfortable. The food and wine were almost as good as the entertainment. The wrestling was over and the Hales were now clawing at each other. They looked like overgrown kittens and he had to aww. Then his thoughts took a dark path and ran into a cock sword fight. Perhaps he could see that with another glass of wine.
“Derek, just so you know, Peter called me Stiiiiles,” he prompted shamelessly.
Derek finally managed to slash Peter’s shirt.
“You animal! This is a new Versace! Why do you even have eyes?!” Peter threw Derek across the living room.
“Hmm, did I also tell you that Peter has my scent all over his dildo? The purple one.” Stiles poured more wine as Derek grabbed Peter’s hair. It was so hot.
“And, there’s my DNA on his pillow.”
Derek pulled as hard as he could.
“Oww!!”
“Oh, and Peter, there was a second kiss yesterday. Totally unnecessary.”
Derek was left with half of his eyebrows before he could shield himself. That was it. Nobody messed with his source of pride. He wolfed out and stomped towards the drawer. It was an eye for an eye.
“Don’t you dare touch them!” Peter turned into his beta form and tackled Derek from behind. He was going to defend his gloves to death.
“Whoa, easy, guys. Keep the faces human! I like it that way.” Stiles poured himself another glass. The wine was so good.
Derek fought off Peter, sending him into a wall. He turned off the lights, activated his infrared, and threw the doctor over his shoulder. But Peter caught up before he reached the door and Stiles found himself in a tug of war.
“Let go,” Derek warned. Peter was hanging on to the back of the doctor’s shirt.
“You let go!” Peter tugged hard and revealed a back full of pale skin and pretty moles.
Derek turned around to give him the Alpha glare, but all Peter did was fling himself at them. He struggled to stay upright, but it didn’t take long for all of them to hit the floor. Peter winced at the weight of two men on top of him and dug his claws into Derek’s sides. Derek threw his head back and roared in pain.
“Oh my God… many of my fantasies are coming true today.” Stiles moaned in the middle of the sandwich. Peter’s heavy breathing was tickling the back of his neck while Derek’s was warming his collarbones. “Yeah, this is it. Now I just have to figure out how to freeze time.”
Peter was about to roll them over and crush Derek when a hand ran up his thigh. “Stiles?”
“Shh… nobody talks in my fantasies. Hic!” Stiles started hiccupping as he let his other hand roam over Derek’s back. Hiccupping wasn’t a part of his fantasies either, but the tipsiness had taken control over his body.
Derek groaned as he did his best to ignore the touch and focus on healing. To make matters worse, the doctor kept wriggling, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He tried to get up, but the doctor hooked his legs around his, pinning him in place.
Peter wasn’t doing much better. He wanted to breathe in the scent of Stiles’ arousal but didn’t want to be scarred because of his nephew’s. Besides, Stiles was kneading the side of his ass and it was only a matter of time before he got fully hard. He’d be damned if he’d hump his date in front of his rival and let him see the cutie come undone. Stiles was supposed to be their prey, but it felt like the tables had been turned.
“Hic!” Stiles moved his hands diligently. He knew all too well that nothing good lasted forever. He caressed here and squeezed there, eager to get more noise out of the Hales. He wished that they would touch him back, but he understood that they had a lot of healing to do. If he waited, they would finish healing and put their hands somewhere useful. If only he could wait a little bit longer…
“Not again…” Peter hissed in frustration. “What’s with him and falling asleep?”
“At least he enjoyed the show,” Derek grunted.
The door bell rang ominously, cutting off the family conversation.
“Tell me it’s not Cora,” Peter sighed. “But of course it’s Cora. Who else could it be? How do we even do a three-way battle?”
While Derek got up and carried Stiles to the couch, Peter answered the door.
“Sheriff!” He remembered doing his homework and finding out that the doctor was the sheriff’s son. This was turning into a nightmare.
“Good evening, Mr. Hale. Your neighbors complained about the noise in your apartment.”
“Really? Which ones?” Peter smiled as his claws came out.
“Ohh… just like that,” Stiles mumbled. “No, no, you first. Me first? You’re dirty…”
“Stiles…?” The sheriff pushed Peter out of the way and stepped inside. His jaw dropped as he saw his son sprawled out on the couch. He was on his stomach with the back of his shirt torn out and there was blood all over his body. He smelled alcohol and sweat, and the other werewolf was standing next to the couch with a guilty look on his face.
He pulled out both his service weapon and his backup weapon. “Hands in the air!”
“We can explain.” Peter’s hands shot up. He was tired of healing.
“You can explain at the station.” The sheriff motioned for them to turn around.
“It’s not blood. It’s red wine,” Peter explained as he got handcuffed.
“Around his sides?”
“Oh, that’s blood all right.”
“My blood,” Derek made it clear. He didn’t want to upset the sheriff any more than they had already had.
“You’re still going to the station.” And, with that final statement, the sheriff slapped his son’s back.
“Owww!!” That was the first time that Stiles had howled as well as a werewolf.