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Stiles loved Friday nights, they usually spent it at home curled on the lounge eating pizza, drinking beer and watching movies or a game. Tonight they were watching Top Gun, Derek's choice, Stiles didn't mind what they watched as he spent most of the time curled against Derek's side, gazing at his profile and scratching his nails through the stubble along the impossibly square jaw.
Derek was melted into the couch, Stiles touch always relaxed him. The sound of Lady GaGa's ‘Teeth’ startled them out of their quite time.
"I thought I asked you to change that." Derek grumbled at his boyfriend as he reached out to grab his phone.
"I did change it, it use to be ‘I like It Rough’." Stiles smirked.
Suddenly Stiles found himself on the floor flung there as Derek suddenly jumped up from the couch. Pulling his boyfriend up from the floor and mouthing 'sorry' at Stiles, Derek took his phone to the next room.
Stiles just nodded and paused the movie, giving the big lug a two-thumbs-up sign.
After a few minutes of waiting Stiles stopped the movie and started to clean up. He had disposed of the pizza boxes and beer cans and was just finishing off the dishes when Derek popped this head into the kitchen.
"OK, sorry about that, you ready to finish the movie then?" Derek asked.
Stiles was a little surprised that Derek didn't say who was on the phone, but his boyfriend was a complicated and private person and was always wise not to ask, he would tell him when he was ready.
He was ready just as the movie finished. "So that was my Uncle on the phone."
"Oh, Peter isn't it?" Derek didn't have a lot of family.
"Yeah, anyway he is coming to town so he wants to visit.
Well that's nice.
Yes it is except he doesn't know about us and I really like to keep it that way.
What do you mean, he doesn't know you're gay, dude you are 30 years old I think it's time you came out font you."
"He knows that I'm gay Stiles and that we live together, I just don't want him to know about you and your .." Derek wiggled his fingers in front of himself in a bad hocus pocus mime.
“My nails? My mad puppetry skills? What?” Stiles demanded, his mouth a tight line.
“Stiles, please don't get upset with me, you know all about the history between witches and weres, it’s the same thing with the older generations in your family.” Derek pleaded. “It’s just a short visit a day or two tops.”
Stiles gave in, sighing and moving into his boyfriends offered arms. “I'm not upset Derek, I know how you feel, it’s just not worth fighting with them about it sometimes, but you know I really wish we didn’t have to hide.”
Derek nodded in agreement and kissed his boyfriends forehead “Thank you, and I will make this up to you I promise.”
“Is that so, well perhaps you can start with a ‘oral’ presentation on just how much you love me.” Stiles suggested, Derek’s eyes darkened with desire as he licked his lips suggestively and dragged a giggling Stiles to their bedroom.
So this is how, the very next night, Stiles found himself cooking dinner for three. Peter had arrived a few hours before and things had been going pretty well so Stiles offered to make dinner for them all.
Peter disappeared into the spare room while he made a few calls while Derek popped out to the store to pick up a bottle of wine and Stiles got started on dinner. He had been a little puzzled when Stiles had announced that he was making dinner “by hand” and “from scratch” which was a little strange as they were having stake and salad, but Peter didn’t say anything about it.
“I can see why he is attracted to you.” Peter spoke as he entered the kitchen, leaning against the table and watching Stiles as he chopped veggies for the salad.
“Oh yeah?” He replied cautiously.
“Mmmm it’s like you were just made for us.” The elder man purred. “You are the perfect combination, the looks of a tasty prey but with the scent of a predator.”
“Us?” Stiles looked up to face the man, his arms folded across his chest.
“Yes.” Peter took a step closer to the boy, locking eyes with him like the hunter he was. “You see Stiles I'm a Alpha too only I'm a stronger more experienced one, don't misunderstand me, my nephew has the potential to become a more than adequate Alpha but you could do better. Imagine the prestige you could enjoy if you were mated with a leader as powerful as me.”
“I am only perfect for one man and that's Derek.” Stiles protested, “What the fuck man, are you saying you think I'm with Derek for some sort of power trip?”
“It's nothing to be ashamed of Stiles powerful people just attract people like you.”
“People like me?” Stiles voice sounded calm but if Peter knew him better he would have understood the anger beneath.
“I have come across your kind before.” Stiles swallowed around the lump in his throat fearing the Alpha could tell he had magic.
“My kind?”
“Yes humans drawn to the power of the wolves. You know boy with me you would live like a prince.” Stiles smiled realising his secret was safe.
“That's OK. I'm really not one for all that Disney crap.” Stiles suddenly found himself looking straight into glowing red eyes as Peter reached out and pulled Stiles into his arms, trapping him with one hand on the back of his neck and the other wrapped securely around his waist.
“Stop fighting it boy come with me and I will shower you with gifts and fill you with my cock. I will keep you so well fuck you will be dripping with my seed.” The werewolf breathed into the young witch’s ear.
Peter’s grip around Stiles was so tight the witch could barely breathe. "Get off me you TOAD!" Stiles shouted as he closed his eyes and pushed his anger out at the offending were.
Just as Stiles thought he was going to pass out the hot body that was suffocating him was gone, Stiles took a breath and opened his eyes, surprised to find the room empty.
"Ok douchbag where did you go." He called out still seething.
"Croak"
"Peter?" The witch called nervously
"Croak"
Stiles looked down towards the odd sound to see a rather unhappy looking toad looking up at him. “Peter, is that you?”
"Croak."
"Oh my lord." Stiles whined.
"Crrrroooookkk". The toad responded.
"Well you deserved it." Stiles told him. “I had better do something with you before your nephew gets back.” Just then Stiles heard their car pull up in the drive.
"Right Toad back to being the pig you were." Stiles focuses on the task and snaps his fingers over the toad. Nothing. Peter is still a toad and now Derek is opening the front door.
"They had a special on the beer so I got a few." Derek announced as he made his way to the kitchen.
"That's great!" Stiles called in an exaggerated cheerful voice.
"Where's Peter?" He asked casually, dumping the crate of beer on the table and ripping it open.
"Errrrr, he's around here somewhere." Stiles said rubbing the back of his neck distractedly.
“What's that bowl doing on the floor?" Derek asked making a move to pick it up.
"No leave it!" Stiles shouted. Derek raised his brow in question.
"It's there to catch the leak from the roof." Stiles explained.
“Stiles!” Derek warned, he didn’t have to have werewolf senses to know that was a ridiculous lie.
“What, that's a thing you do you know, use big mixing bowls to catch leaks." Stiles said stubbornly.
"Sure it is but our roof doesn't leak.” Derek said deciding to play along.
“Well it does now.”
“It's not even raining, not to mention this is a two story house and we are on the ground floor.”
“Well maybe the pipes are leaking.” Stiles tried.
“It's not even the right way up." Derek exclaimed pointing to the upside down bowl. Just as they both looked down at the bowl it moved, a muffled croak followed. Derek snatched the bowl up jumping back in surprise as the toad was revealed.
"Why are you hiding a frog in our kitchen?" Derek looked at his partner in exasperation.
"It's a toad actually.” Stiles answered.
“Does this have something to do with my Uncle?” He closed his eyes as he asked, hoping against hope that it wasn’t.
“Well if it did I’m sure there would be a perfectly good explanation.”
Derek sighed. "Please tell me you didn't turn my uncle into a toad."
"Well I could tell you that but I think we both know I've lied to you enough tonight." Stiles gave his boyfriend his best innocent smile.
"Jesus Stiles I asked you just this once no magic in front of my family and you turn him into a toad!” Derek shouted.
"Actually he was the one acting like a toad, so it wasn’t totally my fault." The witch pouted.
Stiles told Derek the whole story, placing Toad Peter on the table, much to Derek's distaste "Don't be like that love, he may be a toad but he is still your family." Stiles scolded. Derek rolled his eyes at that.
"I don't understand why you just don't change him back." The werewolf sighed, he was so angry at his uncle that he really couldn’t think what to do about it.
“Well what a wonderful idea why didn't I think of that.” Stiles mocked.
"Really? Sass?" Derek's eyebrows said.
"Sorry but ya know that's all I got." Stiles shrug responded.
Peter croaked impatiently.