"Get the fuck in!" He yells.

Stiles chuckles as a firm hand is pushing him through into the toilets. For once it doesn't smell of cheap Lynx and piss. Scott really must have been trying to impress Satomi.

"As hunky as you are Jacky, I don't do toilet sex!"

"You wish fat ass! Our presentation went down the crapper because of you!"

"How? Stiles holds his hands out in complete shock, as if trying to stop time somehow. Tracy controlled the powerpoint. Boyd got amazing pictures of the location of the new firm, and Danny finally acquired live video of Satomi's nomad ancestry. They could all tell that she'd been impressed, but tried to hide it. "The presentation was a hit!" He huffs as the former Lacrosse star throws an angry index finger at him.

"You're a fat sack of shit Stilinski! Looks are everything in this game!"

"Really? I thought we were an Ultra firm. Not models!"

"Shut up! I told the whole group to go on Keto and text me weekly weigh ins, what the fuck where you doing?"

"Having an actual life!"

"Look at your stomach for christ sake! Boyd told me to leave it because it! But I should have been up your ass, watching you like a fucking hawk! You're sooooo soooo unprofessional!"

"Talking about being up asses. What's Danny like in bed?" Stiles tuts. "You know you're supposed to induct new beginners. Not bang them every Thursday. So I gained a couple of pounds over the hoildays?"

"You've got no six pack!"

"WOOOOAAAHH! Crime of the fucking century! Get a fucking life and stop trying to play daddy. Save that for kink for Danny-boy!"

"Maybe being raised by your Dad is part of the problem!" Jackson yells eye glowing.

"Do you want a kick in the nuts today!"

The were coughs as he retracts his fangs, with a lazy grin. "It takes two parents to raise a fully functional child. Noah tried his best, but obviously, like a dread doctor experiement, he dropped the ball. You're a whole fucking fail!"

"Have a great day having a fucking meltdown over a DIET Jacky!" Stiles walks towards the door as calm as he can with a pissed off attitude and a growing migrane. When the blonde grabs his arm, tearing the fabric slightly.

"I saw your dad in the front row Stilinski. Just be thankful that mommy Claudia croaked when she did. Cause she would have had a fucking heart attack, sickened by the slob you are. You're too disgusting to be human right now. Just go and wallow in muck asshole. You're such a selfish pig!"

Stiles roughly pushes him against the wall and leaves.

His boyfriend meets him, on their bed, with a flannel on his forehead and the Television up.

"Remind me never to tell Gerard anything!" Peter huffs, walking around the bed, he lighlty strokes the top of his boyfriend's hand. "How was your day?"

He tells him. From the start of the presentation to the abusive Jackson ambush.

"Hmmm" Peter nods.

"That's it!" Stiles yells, whipping the flannel off of his forehead, he leans up in furious bewilderment. "That asshole corners me, fat shames me and brings up my MOM and that's all you've got for baby! Niiiiice!" He grunts throwing a cushion across the room.

"There are no words. I'll deal with this" Peter promises.

"Yeah right! You've always had a crush on Beacon hills perfect rich prick! He'll just flutter those baby blue eyes and you'll let this go!"

"Pompous of you to assume that he'll have eyes by the time I'm done" Peter smirks, before his face drops into a vision of uneasy agony. He grabs Stiles' hand raising it up before softly kissing his wrist.