steo + cardinal sins
“Resistance,” Theo doesn’t jump from the sound; he knows he’s there, has heard him come into his room while he’s in the shower. He’s attuned to Stiles now. He has listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and barely manages to control his hand from touching himself with the smell of Stiles on the other side of the door. “-is futile.”
He turns around, sees Stiles on the settee, his profile bathed by the soft glow from the lamp. His eyes wander the length of Theo’s body, skipping the subtlety. Stiles has long given up pretenses of not being interested but has never made a forward move as well - always putting Theo in suspension.
“What made you open your eyes to the fact?”
It’s past midnight when they got home from a transaction. Six severed heads earned them a couple of million tonight; Tracy and Josh are out to celebrate the additional zeros in their account. Theo and Stiles retreated to the current headquarters - a property on the outskirts of a small town. It’s decent, and it’s theirs. They’ve gone a long way from where they started.
“Several things,” Stiles mutters, not looking up from where he’s staring at his dripping bare chest. Theo feels himself responding to the attention. He doesn’t cover or will it down - there’s no point when it’s for Stiles, and it’s never a secret. He deserves to know he stirs the deepest desires from Theo.
“Like?” He prompts, setting a hand on the towel slung loosely on his hips. Successfully, Stiles’s attention draws to the act.
“Void,” he replies, loud in the quiet of Theo’s room. “He’s not something I can separate from me - and I attempted that. It’s useless when I’m not hosting him this time. He’s hosting me.
Power,” he adds after a short pause, dragging his eyes back up to Theo’s torso. “The security he provides. I kept it locked away to play the defenseless little human in Scott’s dysfunctional pack.
Hunger,” Stiles rises to meet Theo’s eyes in the dark. “I forced this vile, twisted appetite for pain and havoc into the unknown recesses of my mind because it wasn’t my thoughts at first. But it is now. His want is mine.”
He stands from the couch and takes slow steps forward. “The money. I can shower my father with luxury. He loved me when I was a broken boy; he will love me now that I have two parts of a whole. I know it.”
Theo doesn’t move from his spot as Stiles close their small distance. A hand reaches out between them to where the sheet locks around him. Theo wants to burn the way Stiles’s long fingers unwrap him like a gift at the back of his eyelids, but it’s also impossible to break contact. The way his light brown eyes dilate to a darker shade sucks Theo’s entire consciousness like a vortex. There’s that scent again, the one intended only for Theo, turning the air around them dense. He’s becoming lightheaded from the promise of euphoria.
“And then you,” Stiles murmurs, breath hot on Theo’s naked skin. “You do everything for me - for both of the faces I wear.”
“Whatever you need, whenever you need it, Stiles.” Theo reiterates what he vaguely remembers telling Malia in the past. It is true today - all the time.
The towel drops to the floor, irrelevant to the Nirvana he is about to experience.
Long, warm fingers wrap around where Theo is throbbing, and he struggles to keep his glazed eyes open. His mouth falls open to a soundless cry at the sensation of the firm, measured strokes. Stiles presses closer, brushing their lips together - teasing as if there is not enough of that yet.
“I’m a half evil fox and half evil human,” Stiles leaves innocent, fluttering kisses at the corner of his mouth, contrary to the expert twists and squeezes of the hand linking them. “Would you mind if I corrupt you a little?”
“I’m only yours to ruin,” Theo says through the fog in his brain. “Do your worst.”
Theo stops holding back the loud moan when Stiles drops to his knees. His eyes slide shut as molten lava envelopes him.
Resistance is futile.
lust - n. intense desire for an object, or circumstance fulfilling the emotion; usually associated with unbridled sexual desire