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Baggage {pt.2}

Later on in the day after the whole fiasco afterschool, Stiles found himself in the kitchen of his dad's house making dinner while Scott and his dad watched some old batman cartoons in the living room.

He always tries to spend every Monday, Wednesday and Sunday at his dad's house to make sure he's eating well- his father has a nasty habit of stuffing himself full of donuts and cholesterol when Stiles isn't watching- but in all honesty, Stiles just enjoys watching his dad play with Scottie. He knows his dad has been pretty lonely since he moved out to attend college and Scott just loves being with him, so, Stiles tries to come over on a regular bases.

Just as Stiles is setting up the dinning table his phone buzzes.

Theo: come to my house.

Stiles doesn't even bother to send a response, he just grabs his stuff and rushes over to the living room.

"Dad I finished making dinner, I wanted to stay but something came up. Take care of Scott while I'm gone and watch your cholestoral old man! I'll know if you threw away your vegetables, I'll be back later."

He doesn't wait for his dad to reply with some smart remark as he runs out of the house to his jeep. He put his car into drive and pulled out of his dad's driveway. The moon was waning at the moment and the sky was practically just cliche doom-and-gloom.

What could Theo possibly want?

Stiles started chewing his nail. The trees eventually thinned the closer Stiles drove into the woods and closer to the towns borders, towards Theo's house. That classic cabin in the woods kind of big bad wolf.

Before he knew it, Stiles was parking in front of Theo's house with his heart practically vibrating in place. He took a minute to calm his nerves before sliding out of his jeep and heading towards the front door of the cabin. Quickly knocking on the door, Stiles steps back and bows his head, keeping his eyes downward and his hands in front of him clenched. He's greeted by an unexpected sight.... And smell.

Theo is standing in front of him sweating, panting, and with an extremely noticeable hard on..... He's in rut. The pheremones hit him all at once.

Theo's musk was too hot and dry for his nostrils. It felt like sandpaper against pores but he stood still until Theo told him otherwise. 'Like a good little sub.' recited Stiles in his head.

He felt Theo latch onto his upper arms, yanking him inside and slamming the door behind him.

"Theo please wh-" Stiles was cut off by Theo capturing his lips into a bruising kiss. The kiss was rough, unpleasant and lustful. Complimented well by Theo encasing him against the wall.

When Theo finally broke off the sloppy kiss, Stiles was gasping for breath. Stiles was trying to calm his racing heart and keep the tears at bay when he locked eyes with the Dom in front of him. He looked absolutely murderous and blood thirsty.

Stiles could practically picture it now, a tiny thin white fur rug in front of his fireplace where he wiped his boots on every morning until it got dirty and ugly and was eventually thrown away. Not like that's anything new though, considering who Stiles is dealing with.

'Thanks brain, I definately needed that image in my head now of all times.' Stiles barked at his subconscious.

Stiles knew he must have done something wrong in order for his Dom to be glaring at him with those icy blue eyes filled with anger and frustration.

Stiles felt fear bubbling up in his throat. Theo was extremely harsh when it came to disciplining Stiles as his Sub. His punishments were torturous and he made sure that Stiles remembered his mistake for weeks to come afterward, and he simply hated punishment.