I'll be your Batman

"Stiles.Shut up" He slung him over his shoulder. He had enough of the younger man’s voice "I’ll keep my end of the bargain but shut your damn mouth before I gag you"

"Yeah, um, okay." Before Stiles could say or do anything else Peter threw him over his shoulder and was carrying him around like he was a ragdoll. "You're getting some twisted kick out of literally carrying me off into your evil lair aren't you? Either that, or you think that I'm lying and I'll run away the first chance I get."

Peter glared at the younger man. No matter how bad he wanted Stiles, the younger boy’s mouth was a bit much for him. He grabbed him by his shirt “Oh there are rules Stiles…don’t let your mouth get you in to trouble that your ass can’t handle”

Stiles yelped as the older man pulled him forwards. "See, I'm showing incredible self restraint right now, otherwise I'd tell you that you should have spent more time in school and less time in Villainy 101 because you'd know that aside from my ass and my mouth each in their own way being connected to my torso, they have nothing in common. I'll learn your stupid rules as long as you keep up your end."

Peter growled again at the younger male “Don’t be a smartass”

"Actually, if I was being a smartass I'd ask if all that growling was your way of saying you needed to go for walkies." Stiles stifled a laugh, he knew he shouldn't be pushing but that had never stopped him before. "Come on, it's not like there's some kind of rule book for this kind of stuff."

Peter ran his eyes over the boy in front of him and smirked. HE took a step into Stiles’ personal space hoping to stop the rambling from the attractive male in front of him. “Stiles..” he growled softly

"What?" Stiles knew he should probably take a step backward, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. A deal was a deal after all. "Was I supposed to jump up and down and scream 'Peter Hale finally won'?"

Peter nodded agreeing to Stiles’ terms “Fine.I promise you. Nothing is going to happen to anyone you care about”

Stiles bit his lip, frantically nodding, not entirely sure what he had gotten himself into. "Fine. As long as you keep up your end of the deal you own one Stiles Stilinski. I'm assuming you don't need a receipt for tax purposes. I mean I really doubt you even paid taxes the first time you were alive."

"If  you come home with me and be mine Stiles I promise you. No one else will be hurt by me"

"....fine. As long as it keeps you from hurting anyone, and that includes: killing, maiming, turning them into wolves, coyotes, jaguars, or whatever the hell else you can make... I-I'll be yours. But if I find out someone I care about gets even a paper cut while you're in the room with them, I'm gone."

"Well aren’t you a pretty little thing. Do you want to come home with me…be my good little boy?"

"If I do this, I'll need some kind of assurance that you won't hurt anyone else."

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