Valley of Wolves: Raven and Jaybird

Chapter 2: Putting things in Perspective

After that he had to listen to a ten-minute lecture by Professor Morell on the advantages of Mountain Ash and crushed Wolfsbane.

For the last five days, he was hoping for a relaxing time with Scott by binging on junk food and video games, heck he wouldn't even have minded working with Jackson, but Allison had wanted to go clubbing, and what Allison wanted Allison got.

Damn spoiled bitch!

Stiles followed the blue-eyed stranger up a flight of stairs and had it not been for Maya and Finstock goading everyone into running five miles every day, he'd have passed out after the first flight.

"You're quite fit", the man stated.

"Being forced to run five miles every day, does that to the body", he gruffed walking beside him.

Blue eyes hummed amused, "I wonder about that", he quipped as he walked up the stairs.

"Why'd you even get a place at the top of the tower? If there's a dragon up there, sorry dude, but I'm gonna go now", he warned easily.

Blue Eyes laughed amused, "No dragons I assure you", he stated he licked his lips, "Well maybe a few bad dragons", he teased cheekily.

It took less than a second, which probably said a lot about Stiles, "That was a dildo joke. Oh my God!" he guffawed and rolled his eyes covering the remaining stairs in a one-two-three step up, and landing on the top easily, pivoting he looked down at the blue-eyed stranger, "You're allowed to kiss me, or am I supposed to kiss you having walked you to your door?" he asked amused.

Blue eyes grinned at him, and with an arm around his waist pulled him in for a soft chaste kiss, a kiss that made him feel 'I could marry this guy', a kiss that spoke of kindness, patience, a quiet sense of peace. It dissolved into a lust ridden pile of ecstasy, as he welcomed being slammed into a door, he clawed the man's back, as he pulled Stiles up, pulling back Stiles groaned, to find himself practically lifted;

"Fuck that's hot!" he moaned and attacked the man's lips again.

The man laughed, pulling back far enough and letting Stiles down, "Hang on just a second", he laughed as Stiles trailed kisses down the man's face, nibbling under his collar and biting a path down to the space where shoulder met neck, biting down he grinned amused as a spot of blood appeared, had he noticed the man's eyes flare supernaturally iridescent, he probably would have pulled back, but he ignored it and licked away the blood, his lips red, he pulled back and grinned;

"Kiss me", he demanded.

The man smirked, eyes drawn to his lips, he slammed his door open, and in a move that was one part hot, one part dizzying, he found himself slammed against the door again, and kissed within an inch of his life, pulling back Blue-eyes grinned at him, "You're a tease", he leered amused.

Stiles shrugged, and "That's probably the rum talking", he answered honestly, "Or was it whiskey?" he wondered pausing slightly confused.

Blue-Eyes laughed and he nodded, "Come on", he said stepping back and kicking off his shoes, Stiles followed the action and watched as the man took his coat and hung on a hook, Stiles watched idly as he proceeded to remove his own jacket, revealing a body, that left nothing to the imagination, arms, that already proved to hold him up against the wall weren't just for show, the corded muscles, on display, made him hot just thinking about it. His neck especially pulsed in tandem to the beat rolling around his sternum; he swallowed eyes traveling downwards to the plains of his torso and down to the ridges of his abdominal muscles;

"I wanna lick your abs", he announced.

Good God! Did I just say that! Where's the firing squad when you need them?