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“Is that necessary?” Peter asked, his voice quiet as his breath fogged in the cold midnight air. His companion only burrowed their face into his back, their winter chilled hands sliding higher beneath his shirt.
“Yes, my hands are cold.” Peter glared and turned his head to glare over his shoulder at Stiles. The younger man responded with a grin wide enough to show his canines. “And yes, it’s fun to watch them. And you know I feed off the fear and chaos.” Stiles slid to the side, moving his hands to curl at Peter's elbow.
“Besides, you can’t say you don’t like to do the same, I know what you did on Halloween to those frat kids. Without me even!”
“You could have been there.” Peter chuckled a bit at the memory, that frat had been nothing but a pain in his ass since they moved in, they deserved what they got. “Besides, a wolf on Halloween versus a Demon on Christmas? Which is less likely to happen, hmm?”
Stiles laughed quietly, the sound trailing eerily through the alley they were strolling through. Peter took the moment of distraction to pull Stiles around to his front. For a brief moment Peter could see the demon that lay beneath his young lover's skin. The pack thought the Nogitsune was gone, but here in moments like this he could see the demon left behind in Stiles.
“You haven’t had enough yet, Sweetheart.” Peter said, trailing his hand gently down Stiles’ jaw.
“It’s Date Night, though.” Stiles stated, a bit of whining to his voice before his eyes widened and a mischievous grin took over. His eyes flashed from deep amber to black as he continued, “You could always join me. It’s been so long since we could hunt together.”
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Peter watched from the edge of the forest as Stiles lured a man from the bar. The bar was a favorite of theirs when Stiles was home on term breaks from University. It’s back entrance is only 50 feet from the dense forest of the preserve, and seedy enough that they didn’t worry too much about their prey being missed.
He could hear Stiles persuading the drunk man closer and closer to the forest's edge, promising a good time. Peter smiled as he moved quietly through the trees, deeper into the forest so as to not be seen or heard by their would-be prey. He stripped and began to shift, he could see the drunk man begin to undress, complaining of the icy air. Behind him he could see Stiles’ features shift and sharpen to look more like the fox demon he’d become. Peter stepped forward, intentionally stepping on a fallen branch to catch his prey's attention.
The man jerked in place, his attention snapping to the massive wolf standing before him. He began to back away slowly, only to run directly into Stiles, now standing several inches taller, his demonic face causing the man's heart to stutter in his chest and breath to hitch audibly before he screamed and ran.
The two gave chase, herding him like cattle towards their clearing and the cliffs that lined the opposite edge. They knew the man would see the open space through the trees and the old gravel road they often used to get further up the nearby mountains and it would give the man hope, only for it to be cut off from him as Peter tackled him into a roll. The man screamed in terror, as Stiles approached where Peter had the man pinned. His screams rose in pitch when Peter flashed his red eyes at the man. Stiles slowed to a leisurely stroll as he got closer, obviously basking in the energy the man's fear generated. His cheeks turned from his usual moonlight pale to a lovely rose shade as he fed.
After a few moments, Stiles nodded his head at the wolf indicating he was full. Peter lunged quickly towards the throat, tearing into the soft flesh. He pushed back, shifting as he stood from the now dead man, blood running in rivulets down his chin and chest.
“Beautiful.” Stiles breathed out as Peter moved towards him.
“I could say the same of you, My Darling Monster.” Peter moved his hand to his lover's throat, using it to tilt the younger man's head down towards his own.
“You always surprise me. You’ve never once been afraid of me, even before you were taken over.” He said, tracing the sharp edge of Stiles' jaw with his thumb. “I have seen and been the evil in this world, but you are by far the most beautifully evil creature I have ever laid eyes on. And to have you, to call you mine. I would do anything. My Sweet, Darling Monster.” Peter finally pulled him into a kiss, the taste of his love mixed with the copper of their prey's blood, exquisite.
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They stayed in the clearing a few moments longer, before the cold finally began to affect them as the adrenaline and blood lust began to settle once more. Peter gathered the dead man's body to toss over the edge of the cliff to the rushing water below.
It was winter, and much of the public portion of the preserve was shut down for safety reasons, so it would be some time before the hikers were back out near enough to the area to find the body. And by that point it would have been picked over enough by the animals that it’d be virtually impossible for it to be ruled as anything other than an animal attack.
They came together kissing once more before looping arms and strolling back through the winding trees back to the bar to retrieve Peter's clothes and their car. Though they had gone far into the forest, the walk didn’t take long, and before they knew it, they were climbing into Peter’s car.
“Thank you for tonight, I loved it.” Stiles smiled sweetly, leaning over the center console to land a peck on his partner's cheek as the engine turned over. In response Peter reached over and squeezed Stiles’ thigh.
“Of Course. Merry Christmas, Sweetheart.”