Trying to be the big spoon, revealed more than he wanted to know.

He wraps his arms around him, not dead set on morning sex, but silently hoping.

"Please unwind yourself, I'm boiling hot" Peter said.

"Spoil-sport!" Stiles' palm glides around his shoulder. He squints as he feels it. No, that can't be right. Peter slaps his hand away, but he continues, slowly rubbing it with his thumb.

"You've got...a scar?"

"Yes, well fucking done"

"Woah, don't get crabby wolfy! You don't get scars!"

"Well this alpha does!"

Now was not the time to point out that he wasn't an alpha anymore. That alpha talk clearly floated his boat. Stiles wasn't about to watch that shiny white cruise sink.

"Can I ask why?"

"You already are, and it's no big deal" Peter sinks further into the covers turning to the right and banging his alarm off.

"So why is it still there, I can take a pic? Show Deaton?"

"You'll do nothing of the sort! I keep it fresh on purpose"

"What? Why! Is this the time for the "I'm a supportive boyfriend, let's shove you into therapy chat?" Stiles wipes the remaining sleep from his eyes and tugs at Peter's shirt until he looks at him.

"No, just no!"

"I'll call Kira!"

"Oh god! Stiles if you dare...call Kira that psychologist wannabe..."

"If you don't tell me why you hurt hurt yourself, I won't have any choice, stop scowling Petey, you love her really!"

Peter slowly leans up on his elbows as his boyfriend straddles him lightly, looking at him expectantly. The bedhead a disaster compared to the heated compassion in his warm brown eyes. Suddenly feeling his skin getting prickly, he explains himself with a disappointed sigh.

"I keep it open on purpose.. so there"

"You've just said that!"

"This scar's important to me"

"Don't tell me that shit is from years ago? Is it a first love thing?"

"You didn't do it"

"A guessing game! I'm all in!"

"Sti-"

"A fire thing?"

"No"

"Battle with Oni?"

"Why would I keep it?"

"Chimera?"

"Like a Chimera could..."

"Wendigo?"

"That's not worth a-"

"Kamina!"

"It's Laura's..."

"Kamina scar, is it weird that I find that hot? Where's Jackson when you need him?...But...uhh...Laura...you mean, you're..."

"Yes. My niece, the headstrong niece Laura. The ultimate female alpha of the family..."

"Was it a family trip scar? I've got plenty of those, mostly from me being a dumbass, but fun to look at all the same" He stares as Peter flicks up his sleeve, showing the pale pink scar. Cresent shaped, and frozen in fresh bruising, from picking at it the night before.

"Family trip, I wish. Laura gave it me the night I killed her Stiles. It was the last thing she did. The last action she made. The last strike she reigned down on me to save herself" He says it so casually. With a sulky smile that raised violent red flags in his boyfriend's brain.

"That's not creepy at all!...I'm gonna get off you now"

"Dont!"

"Don't try to staple me to your dick, okay? Holding to happy cuddly memories I get! Re living murder? Sorry Peetz, excuse me for almost throwing up in my mouth!" Stiles leaps off him, slides off the bed and grabs his pillow.

"Wait, don't even think about crashing on the couch, it's brand new Cruz leather!"

"Fuck you!"

"Stiles it's not what you-"

"Oh come on! It is what I think isn't it? Tell me, instead of porn do you just turn on the forensic channels, let loose and go at it? Jesus fucking Christ!"

"As much as a genius as you are, it's not why!" Peter tuts, getting out of bed he meets him at the door, only now in Stiles' favourite boxer shorts.

"You think those shorts are gonna calm me down!"

"Look at the smilley faces..."

"You're got five minutes!"

"I'll be succinct. I don't keep it fresh as a kink" He shrugs.

"Okay bye!"

"It's when I'm with you, there's been this unspoken dark, vengeful cloud over this relationship"

"Wow, that was your "don't be mad at me speech huh?" Stiles pauses.

"That paranoid angst ridden cloud only comes from how happy am I with you" Peter points out lightly reaching for his boyfriends arm. "I never did the first love thing as a teenager. There was no-one that captured my attention. I just thought that crushes were just a infantile human thing, and then...came you" Peter pauses clearly struggling with the tension as his fangs come out.

"I'm gonna ride this awkward wave Petey, don't fail me now!"

"When we, go on holiday, or you celebrate me, and pull a ridiculous party, or buy me my favourite candy...or we lay in the woods together for quiet time. I get triggered to bring the scar back"

"Huh? Why?"

"Because you make me addictively happy. Dangerously obsessively happy. My family, you, the whole of beacon hills knows that I shouldn't be this happy. That I shouldn't be able to kiss you on the forehead before bed. I shouldn't be able to wake up with you tracing trifecta's in my chest. I don't deserve any of this...of you. That's why I pick I at the scar. I'm evil, after what I did to Scott. You've seen just how evil I am" Peter announces, suddenly falling to the floor in exhaustion.

"Pete!" Stiles crouches down and starts to pull him up. "Baby you're a whole lot of alpha muscle - you're gonna have to help me!" Together they get back onto the bed. Peter pulls himself up and leans on the quilt, facing the ceiling in silence.

"You know how much I feel for you right? I know how much you despise the "L" word and I don't mean lazer tag, I mean the other word" Stiles taps his other shoulder.

"You know I think Kira sounds like a lovely idea" Peter declares still staring at the ceiling. "I just feel sick being around you right now"