AN: Hey guys, sorry for the wait in One-Shots. You might be a bit of a notification spammed soon because I will do some construction and rewriting to my earlier one-shots that I wrote almost a decade ago. I appreciate your patience!
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Stiles: 18, True Omega, 5 ft 3
Chris: 43, Former Hunter, 6 ft 2
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January 19th, 2012
11:11 PM
Biei, Japan
"You know... you are a real smart ass," Chris glared at the eighteen-year-old jizzwad that is Stiles Stilinski, "When I say shut up... then you shut up. You could have gotten yourself killed... you don't fuck with the Yakuza." Chris said stoutly.
"Yeah, Old Man? You're one to talk," Stiles glared back. He had been locked in a room with this man for over 72 hours, recently just taken out, tortured, and thrown back in.
"Me?!"
"Yeah, you... How dare you talk to me like that?" Stiles shouted, "You may have fooled Scott, but not me. I know the first chance you and Allison get, you will be out of town, not without fucking us in the ass before you go," Stiles growled.
"How delusional are you... Scott is like the son I have never had," Chris said sincerely.
"Once Human Hunting Scum... Always Human Hunting Scum,"
"You're human, you know," Chris crossed his arms.
"Yeah, but I am not a fucking hunter," he stared daggers into Chris... the older man thought that he would combust into flames at any second with the heat on Stiles' face.
They heard a loud clang, and before long, the room's sprinklers turned on. This room had no insulation in the middle of Japan's Winter, so it was freezing. "Great! Now look what you did!" Stiles shouted.
"I didn't do anything! You're the one shouting like you're a madman!" Chris matched his volume. The metal door unlocked, and the two men were hosed down with a firehose to shut up. Before the man shut the door back, he screamed something in Japanese.
"What the fuck did that shmuck say..." Stiles crossed his arms.
"He said to shut the fuck up, or they will freeze us to death in here," Chris sighed, praying that Stiles would shut up... surprisingly he did.
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January 20th, 2012
1:01 AM
The Yakuza caught Stiles and Chris for ransom and intake. According to the Yakuza, they were the only ones who knew where Derek Hale was. Chris had been held for ransom thousands of times, and he had held beasts ransom even more times. He knew the best way to get on the good side of the kidnappers was to be good and silent. Funnily enough, the best thing in your interest is to do the same, but you will get the meanest of right hooks during it, too.
"Stiles, come on... You are trembling. You have to take off your wet clothes for them, and you need to dry them." Chris sighed. The sprinklers stopped thirty minutes after they had stopped screaming at each other. Chris stripped down to his boxers a minute later. Six hours later, his clothes were dry, hanging off the lights, and Stiles was still sopping wet.
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Teen Wolf One-Shot Collection: Volume One
Fanfiction(the background of the cover is not my art) Smutty gay Oneshots Everyone in these one-shots are 18 or older
