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Title<\/b>: Dying to Return
\nAuthor: <\/b>Sibyl Moon
\nFandom<\/b>: Teen Wolf
\nGenre:<\/b> Time Travel, Romance, AU
\nRelationship<\/b>: Peter\/Stiles, Others
\nWord Count: <\/b>22K+
\nWarnings\/Rating<\/b>: NC-17, Murder, MCD-Temporary, Discussion-Murder, Discussion-Torture, Canon-Typical-Violence, Explicit Sex,
\nSummary<\/b>: When he thought everything was at the end, Stiles was given the chance to not just start again, but to change his world.
\nAuthor Note: <\/b>This fic starts with an \u2018Everyone Dies; scenario, so be warned. Most of it takes place off screen, but not all. It stays fairly non-graphic, but I can\u2019t claim it as nonviolent.<\/p>\n
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Stiles heard Derek screaming in the other room, then there was the report of a gun, and silence echoed. Peter howled next to him, arching once before hanging helplessly from the electrified fence. \u201cWe aren\u2019t getting out of this one, are we Peter?\u201d Stiles licked his lips and tasted nothing but blood.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019d usually go with never say never,\u201d Peter said with an awkward shrug from where he\u2019d been strung up. \u201cBut unless you\u2019re hiding a weapon somewhere very ingenious,\u201d he gave a weak attempt at a leer, \u201cI\u2019d say this will be our last soiree together.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSoiree,\u201d Stiles scoffed, \u201cWho the fuck says stuff like that, I\u2019ve known you for ten years, and you still talk like we\u2019re in some regency romance half the time; it’s weird, stop it.\u201d He shivered. They\u2019d left him in damp jeans, and there was nothing else as a barrier between him and the hard cement of the floor. \u201cI don\u2019t have anything, not a weapon and or a plan. My spark is just about burnt down to cinders and these cuffs are almost impossible to work through. They knew about us, Peter, someone told them where we were and how to get to us or they did a hell of a lot of research before hunting us down.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI agree sweetheart, I think we both know who their source was.\u201d The chains rattled as Peter shifted against the fencing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah,\u201d Stiles felt his stomach twist and fought the urge to get sick. \u201cYeah we do.\u201d He didn\u2019t want to even think of who had to have sold them out. \u201cThat was Derek wasn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Peter didn\u2019t say anymore, but his eyes flashed red briefly before they faded away.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry Peter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re coming,\u201d Peter replied, not acknowledging Stiles\u2019 words. \u201cIt\u2019ll be over soon enough, I imagine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo they even want anything other than pain and death?\u201d Stiles muttered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else do hunters ever want darling?\u201d Peter managed a smile as the door opened and their captors entered. \u201cIt\u2019s all death and destruction for them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter Hale,\u201d The man sneered, his whole face twisted with disgust as he spat the name. \u201cLast of the great Hale Pack.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe know who we are,\u201d Stiles said. \u201cBe nice to know who you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that matter, boy,\u201d Another man, bald and lean, said, coming in behind the rest, \u201cYou\u2019ll be dead before the hour is out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlways good to know the name of one\u2019s executioner,\u201d Peter said, \u201cMy lips to God\u2019s ear and all that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think you\u2019re getting anywhere near heaven?\u201d Baldy spat to the side, \u201cHell is where your kind goes and you know it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know why you bother talking to these animals Steven,\u201d The first man said to Baldy, \u201cLet\u2019s just get this finished.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles flexed his hands from where they were tied behind his back, these hunters might be assholes, but they knew what they were doing. Stiles had been trying to work his way free since he\u2019d been tossed in the room with Peter. He\u2019d had no luck.<\/p>\n
They started on Peter, and Stiles refused to look away when they finally gave up on the torture and put a bullet in him. Peter met Stiles\u2019 eyes, and he winked just before the gun went off.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re all going to regret this,\u201d Stiles said as a cold kind of calm washed over him; his spark began to wake up, fighting whatever they had given him to suppress it. \u201cI will make sure you do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHa, you\u2019re about to join your beasts in hell,\u201d Steven spat at him, giving Stiles a blow that made him see stars. \u201cThe Warrington family should have been here to do away with you lot years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll remember you,\u201d Stiles said, looking up at the two men before him. \u201cI\u2019ll remember everything and when I come for you, you won\u2019t know why. You won\u2019t have yet committed the crimes I\u2019ll kill you for, and I\u2019ll kill you anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck, Mike,\u201d Steven said, his voice sounding a little panicked, \u201cI thought this one was human, what\u2019s the matter with his eyes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoesn\u2019t matter,\u201d Mike came forward, raising the gun in his hand, \u201cA bullet will kill him just like it did the others.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles felt the smile that split his face, it had been years since he\u2019d felt the shadow of the Nogitsune, but he knew it was shining behind his eyes at that moment.<\/p>\n
Mike placed the barrel next to his head and pulled the trigger.<\/p>\n
All was black.<\/p>\n
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He awoke sitting on the Nemeton; the white room seemed to glow around him. Stiles looked around. His blood ran cold when he saw the dark shadow of a fox crossing the distance towards him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello Mieczys\u0142aw,\u201d the fox\u2019s mouth split into a wide grin as he came to sit beside him on the stump.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t be here,\u201d Stiles said through a suddenly dry mouth. \u201cWe got rid of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh did you?\u201d He tilted his head back and forth, \u201cMaybe you did, maybe you didn\u2019t. Maybe you just changed me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t be a fox and a wolf,\u201d Stiles said, swallowing.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo I can\u2019t, but I\u2019m not a wolf and I\u2019m not just a fox,\u201d He gave a barking laugh that didn\u2019t belong in an animal’s throat.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, but you\u2019ve been gone for a decade out there,\u201d Stiles waved his hands to indicate the waking world. \u201cSo why are we here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you remember?\u201d The black fox moved closer, his eyes caught hold of Stiles\u2019 and he couldn\u2019t look away from the fox as the memories flooded back.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh,\u201d Stiles said. \u201cI\u2019m dead then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes and no, little spark,\u201d again with that creepy grin, \u201cYou are in the Nemeton, neither alive or dead while here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want something.\u201d Stiles said, narrowing his eyes at the being.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe I do.\u201d He gave the equivalent of a shrug in his fox form. \u201cWhat I can give you might be worth it though.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d Stiles shifted, glaring down at the deceptively cute form of the Nogitsune.<\/p>\n
\u201cFreedom,\u201d He said, \u201cWhat else have I ever wanted.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBullshit,\u201d Stiles scoffed, \u201cYou wanted revenge and chaos, there was no freedom in your rampage when you were walking around in my body.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe so,\u201d He agreed. \u201cChaos is my nature, and I was owed revenge.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what do you really want?\u201d Stiles asked again.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want my freedom,\u201d The Nogitsune sat up as straight as a fox could. \u201cI want to go home. If you free me I will swear on my tails that I will leave your home and touch none that claim as yours. Now or in the future.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t good enough,\u201d Stiles shook his head. Why was he arguing with this thing, \u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter anyway, I\u2019m dead and I\u2019m not giving you my body to parade around in again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe power of your spark, the nemeton and my own chaos would be enough to send you back.\u201d He gave that choking laugh that foxes are known for.<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone is dead,\u201d Stiles said, \u201cWhat good does it do to return to nothing. I mean I can get revenge, but afterwards I would be right back here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPerhaps,\u201d He nodded, \u201cPerhaps when I say back, I mean further than your last death.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow far?\u201d Stiles asked, calculations skimming across his mind. \u201cHow far back could I go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAs far as you wish, but it would be wise to choose your time carefully.\u201d Nogitsune said. \u201cI would want my freedom as payment for letting you have access to my chaos and no doubt she\u2019ll want something.\u201d He sneered down at the stump.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Nemeton wants payment?\u201d Stiles asked with a frown, \u201cWhat could she want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wouldn\u2019t care to wonder,\u201d Nogitsune said airily. \u201cShe and I were never friendly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t wonder why.\u201d Stiles muttered.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was my prison,\u201d It was the first crack in his facade since he\u2019d shown up.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe never asked to be,\u201d Stiles said, feeling a flare in his chest as his spark began to warm.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, she didn\u2019t,\u201d Nogitsune agreed, settling back down. \u201cIt doesn\u2019t change what she was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow am I supposed to agree to something when I don\u2019t know what she wants.\u201d Stiles ran both hands through his hair.<\/p>\n
\u201cAsk her,\u201d Nogitsune said, grinning at him.<\/p>\n
Stiles stared at the fox, refusing to ask him how to talk to a tree. Then he felt it, where his hands had come to rest on the stump, warmth began to climb up his arms. His eyes fluttered shut as an immense presence entered his thoughts.<\/p>\n
\u2018Child, Chaos has asked for what he will,\u2019<\/i> The voice was soft, wrapping around Stiles just like a mother\u2019s hug. \u2018You wish to go back and change what has gone wrong. I wish to be whole once again.\u2019<\/i><\/p>\n
\u2018I don\u2019t know how to make you whole,\u2019<\/i> Stiles thought at her, \u2018I never learned, no matter where I looked. Information on you and others like you is very scarce.\u2019<\/i><\/p>\n
\u2018If you take up this task, I will teach you before you go.\u2019 <\/i>There was a pause, almost as if the Nemeton needed a moment to think about her phrasing. \u2018Depending on when you return you shouldn\u2019t have any trouble.\u2019<\/i><\/p>\n
\u2018What does freedom entail for him?\u2019<\/i> Stiles asked her before he decided.<\/p>\n
\u2018He told no lies when he said he wanted to go home. He will very likely attempt some revenge on the Celestial Kitsune, but this return with demand that it remains on the scales of balance.\u2019<\/i><\/p>\n
\u2018What do you mean?\u2019<\/i> Stiles asked, confusion roiling through him.<\/p>\n
\u2018He is Chaos, I am my own form of chaos, as nature always is and you Mieczys\u0142aw, you have your own chaos.\u2019<\/i><\/p>\n
\u201cFuck me,\u201d Stiles whispered out loud; he felt the Nemeton retreat from his immediate thoughts.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you want to have some fun before you head back,\u201d Nogitsune leered at him from his fox form.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo!\u201d Stiles shifted back some, \u201cA whole world of no, you are a fucking fox right now for one and for another I try to keep evil out of my bed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShame,\u201d He gave the appearance of a shrug, \u201cIt would have been fun.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, let\u2019s not discuss that ever again.\u201d Stiles shuddered before getting back on task. \u201cSo we\u2019re all different faces of chaos, that\u2019s how you\u2019re going to send me back?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Nogitsune grinned, \u201cIt\u2019ll be the best kind of chaos magic.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou only want your freedom, you won\u2019t come after me or mine?\u201d Stiles asked<\/p>\n
\u201cMy word, on my tails.\u201d Nogitsune said, for once solemn.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you do, or if I think you\u2019ve taken your chaos too far,\u201d Stiles took a breath and met his nightmare eye to eye. \u201cI will find you and I will put you somewhere that you can never deal in chaos again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what,\u201d The fox tilted its head, \u201cI believe you would. You have my agreement, little spark.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo how do we do this then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know when you want to return to?\u201d Nogitsune\u2019s nose twitched as he questioned Stiles. \u201cThe best points are pivots in the timeline.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPivots?\u201d Stiles thought he knew what the fox meant, but it felt like too much was riding on getting this right for him to let that remark pass.<\/p>\n
\u201cPoints in history where it would only take a slight nudge to redirect the path of the timeline.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike if I chose when Scott was bit, but instead of taking him into the preserve I left him at home?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat would be one point in your current life, yes.\u201d Nogitsune kept grinning like he was waiting for Stiles to figure something out.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have to return to my own timeline do I?\u201d Stiles\u2019 mind spun with possibilities, even as it rebelled at the thought. \u201cI can go somewhere out of my direct timeline. How is that possible?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2018You won\u2019t be you, no matter how you choose.\u2019 <\/i>The warm voice of the Nemeton said in his mind.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean I won\u2019t be me?\u201d Stiles felt a tiny tendril of panic crawl up his throat.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you really want to have the you from now thrust into the body of your younger self and then wipe them from existence?\u201d Nogitsune asked with his head tilted.<\/p>\n
Stiles sat back in shock; he hadn\u2019t even considered it. Going back could fix so many things, but if he was not himself, things would be both easier and harder to fix. He wouldn\u2019t be limited by his younger body, but he wouldn\u2019t be connected to people in the same way he was now.<\/p>\n
It was freeing in a way and made his decision of what time to go to much easier. He looked at the Nogitsune and reached out mentally for the Nemeton.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m ready,\u201d Stiles said. \u201cI\u2019m going to assume I\u2019ll end up in the past with no identification or money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, but you\u2019re a clever spark,\u201d Nogitsune cackled again, \u201cYou\u2019ll find a way.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll have to won\u2019t I?\u201d Stiles snarked back at the fox.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust don\u2019t forget our bargain little spark,\u201d Nogitsune showed all his teeth as he smiled this time.<\/p>\n
\u2018Come to me as soon as you\u2019re able,\u2019<\/i> The Nemeton said. \u2018I will give you the knowledge to heal me, but I can\u2019t help you on your journey unless you come to me and fulfill our bargain.\u2019<\/i><\/p>\n
\u201cI will,\u201d Stiles agreed.<\/p>\n
The world exploded in light before it was smothered in darkness once again.<\/p>\n
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Stiles came to this time on a bench in a park he vaguely recognized. He sat up slowly and realized he was still wearing the clothes he\u2019d been killed in, a pair of jeans that were damp and chilled with it. He shivered and stood, ignoring the feel of tender feet bare against the rough ground.<\/p>\n
Glancing at the still visible moon in the brightening sky, Stiles figured that it was probably very early in the morning. He would need to move out of sight before sunrise and find something to wear that wouldn\u2019t scare the good citizens of Beacon Hills.<\/p>\n
As he moved towards the preserve, he reached for his spark, relieved to find it warm and ready in his blood. He passed by a house that caught his eye, he wasn\u2019t sure who lived there right now, but they\u2019d left laundry on the line. He grabbed a t-shirt and some socks; he\u2019d worry about shoes once he finished with the Nemeton. Dusting off his feet, he tugged on the socks, they wouldn\u2019t do much, but it would give him a small layer of protection against the elements.<\/p>\n
\u201cUgh,\u201d He grimaced as the clothes were all a bit damp against his skin. They\u2019d obviously been forgotten on the line overnight, and if they had been dry beforehand, the shirt and the socks had a fine layer of dew on them now. \u201cIt\u2019ll have to do.\u201d He shrugged into the shirt and tried to ignore the way it clung.<\/p>\n
Stiles made his way quickly and quietly through the preserve until he reached the Nemeton. Kneeling, he set his hands to the trunk; he opened his mind while feeding his spark into roots. Using the instructions that the Nemeton had given him, he carefully lifted the jar with Nogitsune in it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI remembered my part of the bargain fox,\u201d Stiles said. \u201cDon\u2019t forget yours.\u201d He opened the jar and let the fly out.<\/p>\n
That taken care of, he turned back to the Nemeton with his mind still open and began feeding magic straight from his spark into her. He felt the dark poison in her roots, only part of it was from imprisoning the Nogitsune for so many years. Someone had been deliberately harming the Nemeton, even after she\u2019d been cut down.<\/p>\n
\u201cPoor lady,\u201d Stiles murmured as he did as he\u2019d been instructed and cleansed the roots, then the land around them. Reaching deep to find the underground water sources, ensuring every part that nurtured the Nemeton was purified. He then brought both hands up, cupping them in front of his mouth; he gathered his spark and blew.<\/p>\n
After a moment, Stiles pulled his hands away and took the glowing seed that had been left behind. He placed it within the crack on the stump of the Nemeton. Feeding it still more magic, this time channeling it from the purified land around him instead of directly from his own spark.<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t know how much time had passed, but eventually, he saw the green growth in the center of the Nemeton. \u201cAren\u2019t you lovely?\u201d He brushed a finger down the new growth.<\/p>\n
Standing and moving back from the stump, he cast out using both his spark and the natural magic of the place to veil the Nemeton while she healed. After he was done, he leaned against one of the trees at the edge of the clearing catching his breath.<\/p>\n
Using that much of his spark had exhausted him almost completely. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the trunk of the tree, trying to take in what ambient magic he could to replenish his stores enough to get on his way and set himself up.<\/p>\n
\u201cI should have known you were responsible for this,\u201d the voice was the only indication Stiles had that he wasn\u2019t alone.<\/p>\n
Stiles lowered his head, opening his eyes slowly, \u201cPeter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one and only,\u201d Peter came stalking into the clearing, a clearing that was supposed to be veiled from everyone. \u201cHow did you manage to send me hurling back through time after I was shot Stiles?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t,\u201d Stiles shook his head, taking in the much younger form of Peter Hale in the early morning light. \u201cShe did and the nogitsune helped some I think, the how is kind of fuzzy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you bring anyone else back?\u201d Peter asked.<\/p>\n
Stiles laughed harshly, \u201cI didn\u2019t even know that you were brought back Peter and I\u2019m not exactly me, am I?\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter squinted at him, \u201cI suppose you would be around what five or six now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething like that, yes.\u201d Stiles said with a shrug, \u201cNot very helpful right now, even if they had my memories.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I imagine not,\u201d Peter seemed to understand faster than Stiles had. \u201cSo you can\u2019t be Stiles Stilinski anymore then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoesn\u2019t seem that way,\u201d Stiles shrugged, exhaustion swamping him again and making him stumble. Peter was there to catch him before he hit the ground. \u201cI wonder why you\u2019re here and in your own body?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you done here for now?\u201d Peter asked, looping an arm around Stiles\u2019 waist.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, I think so. She\u2019ll let me know if I need to do anything else for her,\u201d Stiles said with a tired smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright, you can tell me all about this traveling in time business while I take you home then,\u201d Peter said and started to walk Stiles out of the clearing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have a home Peter,\u201d Stiles said, \u201cI don\u2019t even remember if my apartment complex has been built yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ll come to my place sweetheart,\u201d Peter replied, sounding completely unruffled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think hanging out with the whole Hale family is going to go over well either.\u201d But Stiles let Peter lead him down the path.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m taking you to my apartment in town,\u201d Peter said, \u201cNow tell me about this great return that I am an unexpected party to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell after they shot you, I told them what I thought about them and made a few threats–As you do, \u201d Stiles ignored the look he felt burning into the side of his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, as you do.\u201d Stiles was impressed by how much emphasis Peter could put into one phrase.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell then they shot me,\u201d Stiles glanced at Peter when he growled. \u201cWhat did you think happened Peter, they weren\u2019t really into catch and release.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoesn\u2019t mean I have to like hearing about it,\u201d Peter took a breath and visibly pulled himself back together. \u201cGo on, I want to hear what happened next.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell then I woke up in that white room,\u201d He gestured with the hand that wasn\u2019t wrapped around Peter to hold himself upright. \u201cYou know the one we were in after the pseudo sacrifice. Anyway, I was sitting on the Nemeton and the Nogitsune showed up in all his shadow fox glory.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter growled again, \u201cI don\u2019t like that thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t say that any of us are exactly fond of the guy,\u201d Stiles agreed. \u201cSo he shows up and I\u2019m understandably freaked, because he\u2019s supposed to be gone, right? And I\u2019m hoping I didn\u2019t end up in some weird version of Hell that I had to share with him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo not a weird version of Hell then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNope, some sort of limbo place with just a tree, a spirit and me,\u201d Stiles let out a snorting laugh. \u201cNogitsune talked in circles for a little bit, but wasn’t at his normal level of annoying, though he got some creepy points.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCreepy points?\u201d Peter asked as they came to the edge of the preserve, where Peter had a car waiting. Of course, Peter had a car waiting.<\/p>\n
\u201cYep,\u201d Stiles popped the word as he leaned against the car, letting Peter unlock it before he got in. \u201cI\u2019m pretty sure he was hitting on me at some point.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLovely,\u201d Peter said dryly.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot really, he was in his fox form, and he took over my body. Beastiality and lack of consent are a hard no for me.\u201d Stiles said, leaning his head back; it was beginning to ache. He\u2019d definitely overextended himself this morning, between coming back in time, healing the Nematon, and letting Nogitsune go.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood to know,\u201d Peter replied, driving through a town just waking up, \u201cSo you ended up back here then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, not so simply,\u201d Stiles figured this was the part that Peter might get a little testy about. \u201cI made a bargain with the Nemeton and Nogitsune.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou made a bargain with a chaos demon.\u201d<\/p>\n
The lack of question marks was undeniably a Hale trait, Stiles thought. \u201cYes, he bargained for his freedom. The Nemeton and I added some restrictions to that, but mostly I think he just wanted to go home. I didn\u2019t really care as long as he left me and those I care about alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think others will take that very well,\u201d Peter replied, turning into a small house on the opposite edge of the preserve from the Hale house. \u201cHere, we\u2019re home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNice place,\u201d Stiles said, getting out of the car and looking at the well-built craftsman-style house. \u201cI have trouble picturing you in a place like this, though. Probably because you had that penthouse apartment in town forever.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot forever, obviously,\u201d Peter snarked. \u201cThey sold this place after the fire to help pay for my care, I was never able to get it back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you went for the exact opposite when you could get your own place.\u201d Stiles nodded; yeah, that sounded like the Peter he knew.<\/p>\n
Flipping on some lights, Peter directed Stiles to a couch and went to what Stiles assumed was the kitchen.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have much,\u201d Peter said. \u201cI\u2019ve been down in San Francisco for the last few months. Once I ended up in this body, I put what I was doing on hold and came down to the Nemeton as soon as possible to figure out what was going on.\u201d<\/p>\n
He had a tray with glasses of what looked to be soda, some crackers, and cheese, and he\u2019d even sliced some apples.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis will be fine Peter,\u201d Stiles smiled at him, \u201cThanks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo,\u201d Peter said once he was sitting down. \u201cThe Nogitsune wanted freedom. You said the Nemeton wanted something as well, I take it, that was what you were doing out there this morning?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, she wanted to be whole again,\u201d Stiles scrunched his face as he thought about the poison that had leached into her roots and the soil around the clearing. \u201cI told her I didn\u2019t know how, but she showed me. I agreed obviously, I just had to choose the time to return to and here I am. It was a chaos ritual of some sort.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean \u2018a chaos ritual\u2019?\u201d Peter\u2019s voice took on an edge of worry.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Nemeton told me that in the moment that we were all in that limbo place, we were all forms of chaos. She was chaotic neutral, because she was based in nature and couldn\u2019t be anything else. The Nogitsune was considered chaotic bad, but not evil. She was very clear on that point and I was\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChaotic good?\u201d Peter finished, then he started to laugh until he ran out of breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey I\u2019m good. Well, I\u2019m not evil and I can\u2019t claim to be neutral so I guess I got slotted in as good,\u201d Stiles shrugged with a chuckle of his own.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I might know how I ended up here,\u201d Peter said after he calmed down and had a drink. \u201cI was with you when I died; you died shortly after and then ended up doing a chaos ritual of a sort to come back in time. My being here is probably a combination of chaos energies and my being so close to you at our deaths.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles shrugged, eating an apple slice, \u201cIt\u2019s as good a reason as any.\u201d He looked over at Peter; he didn\u2019t think he\u2019d get used to young Peter anytime soon. \u201cI will admit to being glad I\u2019m not alone here. How old are you right now anyway?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow? Twenty seven or eight I believe.\u201d Peter said, giving it a bit of thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo we\u2019re about the same age, at least physically, right now.\u201d Stiles laughed, it didn\u2019t take long for his laughter to take on a hysterical edge as everything that had happened and the choices he\u2019d made came crashing down on him. \u201cFuck Peter, I can\u2019t be me. Who the fuck am I going to be if I\u2019m not Stiles Stilinkski.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, sweetheart,\u201d Peter was next to him in a moment, pulling Stiles in for an embrace he hadn\u2019t known he needed. \u201cI don\u2019t know what to tell you, but I will help you as much as you let me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks, Peter,\u201d Stiles shifted back and looked up at the man. They were so close that Stiles could feel Peter\u2019s breath on his cheek. \u201cPeter?\u201d Stiles\u2019 voice was soft, and he licked his lips, watching Peter\u2019s eyes focus on them.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me to stop, and I will,\u201d Peter said; when Stiles didn\u2019t say anything, he lowered his mouth to his.<\/p>\n
Stiles felt his world tilt and realized that Peter had his hand at the back of his head, better positioning him to deepen the kiss. Stiles\u2019 brain went hazy, the heat of Peter\u2019s lips moved through him like warmed honey, pooling at the base of his spine. He\u2019d never been so affected by a simple kiss.<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck,\u201d Peter pulled back, breathing harshly before diving back in.<\/p>\n
Stiles just opened to Peter\u2019s assault on his mouth, his hands coming up to grasp Peter\u2019s shoulders before moving to his hair. Pulling back, Stiles looked at Peter\u2019s face, feeling breathless, his heart hammering in his chest.<\/p>\n
Then Peter opened his eyes. His glowing red eyes.<\/p>\n
Stiles froze, staring. \u201cPeter?\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter blinked, the red fading, \u201cHmm?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour eyes,\u201d Stiles lifted a hand, fingers tracing the edges of those eyes. \u201cYour eyes are red.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter blinked again, staring down at Stiles with something like bewilderment on his face. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou’re an Alpha.\u201d Stiles said, sure his eyes were wide as his mind thought through possibilities at light speed. \u201cDerek died before you, you got the spark.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt came back with me,\u201d Peter huffed a laugh rubbing a hand down his face. \u201cThis will make things interesting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUh yeah,\u201d Stiles said, rolling his eyes, \u201cAre you going to need your own pack?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe, we\u2019ll see how it settles I guess,\u201d Peter reached out and took Stiles\u2019 hand. \u201cI\u2019m more interested in how Talia and the rest of them are going to react to this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019ll think you killed someone won\u2019t they?\u201d Stiles curled his fingers around Peter\u2019s, his need to protect beginning to well up inside him.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe,\u201d Peter tilted his head back and forth once with his brows furrowed. \u201cI was on pack business in San Francisco, so they know I was a beta as of last night.\u201d He dug into his pocket and pulled his phone out.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d Stiles asked, leaning over to get a view of the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cA bunch of missed calls and texts.\u201d Peter said, hitting what looked like the redial button for one of them. \u201cPaul.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles couldn\u2019t hear the other side of the conversation clearly, but he could tell that whoever this Paul was, he was practically screaming in Peter\u2019s ear.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t say anything with you yelling in my ear Paul,\u201d Peter finally snapped. \u201cI\u2019m sorry I ran out on everyone so early this morning.\u201d He paused and nodded, \u201cOf course, I had to check. They’re all fine from what I could tell when I got here.\u201d Another pause and nod. \u201cNo I didn\u2019t go in once I\u2019d verified they were okay, I came home to try and figure out what the hell happened.\u201d Peter sighed as the yelling on the other end got loud again, \u201cPaul, Paul. Listen, I\u2019ll keep you updated, when I know something I\u2019ll let you and the others know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles just looked at him in confusion, he parsed out some of the meaning, but he\u2019d have to wait for Peter to get off the phone and explain it to him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, let me know if you find anything out. Keep in touch, Paul,\u201d Peter ended the call and leaned forward, placing his head on Stiles\u2019 shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo,\u201d Stiles asked after a moment, his hand finding its way into Peter\u2019s hair almost of its own accord. \u201cAre you going to share with the class Peter?\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter grumbled into his shoulder, and Stiles let himself enjoy how easy falling into this with him felt. With everything else going on right now, being with Peter like this seemed like a natural evolution of the relationship they\u2019d been developing since Stiles had come home from college.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently, I was in the middle of a late-night meeting with the pack down there,\u201d Peter said, sitting back just enough to look at Stiles. \u201cJust a general type of thing to make sure that I didn\u2019t ruffle any feathers as I moved through the area.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you\u2019d been there for the last couple of months?\u201d Stiles asked, confused.<\/p>\n
Peter shrugged, \u201cWell I\u2019ve been cooling my heels for that long, trying to get this meeting so I could move freely.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sure you were your usual pleasant self about it too.\u201d Stiles laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably,\u201d Peter said dismissively, \u201cI was in this meeting when my eyes burned red and I ran out of there, heading this direction.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat must have been when you popped into your younger body,\u201d Stiles nodded, ignoring Peter\u2019s eye roll when he stated the obvious. \u201cWho were you checking on then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTalia and the family,\u201d Peter said, \u201cIf my eyes were suddenly glowing alpha red, then it would stand to reason that Talia was dead and possibly Laura.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut they\u2019re fine, right,\u201d Stiles asked, his heart starting to pound. He hadn\u2019t come all the way back here to not be able to set things right.<\/p>\n
\u201cAs far as I can tell,\u201d Peter said with another shrug, \u201cI can feel my bonds to the pack, but they\u2019re very muted. Whether that\u2019s because of the time travel or because of this alpha power I don\u2019t know. I didn\u2019t notice it until now, since I\u2019ve been so used to living without them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith all those texts and calls, I imagine your sister is one of them.\u201d Stiles said, feeling the nap he wanted disappearing into the ether. \u201cWe should go to see her, before she comes looking for us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Peter\u2019s tone was firm. \u201cI can get away with going into the preserve around the house here and into town right now, but as an alpha in her territory it could end badly if I went to the pack house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEven if she\u2019s your sister?\u201d Stiles asked, concerned about the ramifications of this.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t exactly have a copacetic relationship, Stiles,\u201d Peter said dryly. \u201cIt\u2019s always been rather contentious, whether that is down to the age difference or just our personalities knocking against each other. I couldn\u2019t say, but as long as I can remember she\u2019s been wary of me for some reason.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEven as a kid?\u201d Stiles was incredulous. He saw the hurt in Peter\u2019s eyes, though, and reached up to cup his face, \u201cWell we\u2019ll see how this plays out. I might have to adjust plans, but the basics will probably remain the same.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBasics?\u201d Peter said, turning his face to kiss his palm, \u201cOf course you have plans. You always have plans for everything.\u201d He huffed a laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I didn\u2019t have one for this,\u201d Stiles replied, gesturing between the two of them, \u201cFantasies, definitely, but no plans.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh sweetheart, I have plenty of plans for you,\u201d Peter smirked at him, reaching out to cup the back of his neck and pulling him in for a short, almost chaste kiss that left Stiles hot and hungry for more.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnyway,\u201d Stiles said, refusing to let the man fluster him. He was twenty-six, for fucks sake, and Peter would not be his first or even his fifth lover. \u201cYes, plans. Kate and Gerard have to die; I\u2019m on the fence about Victoria. Steven and Roger Warrington need to go. Derek needs to be wrapped in blankets and fed cookies. Not sure what you want to do with the rest of them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about Scott? Or any of the pack?\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles knew he was referring to the pack that Scott had acquired, and Derek had won during a challenge after Scott fucked up one time too many. \u201cScott is a kid right now and has no idea about this stuff. I plan to ignore his ass. Maybe try to subtly lead kid Stiles away from him, but that is not an immediate worry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I say your plans sound just fine,\u201d Peter said, \u201cAlthough I do wonder at your need to take care of Derek. Should I be jealous, sweetheart?\u201d His hand had moved down and rested on Stiles\u2019 thigh.<\/p>\n
Stiles looked at Peter to see if he was serious, then he started to laugh, \u201cNo. For one, Derek was too damaged when we were in the future. Two, I\u2019m still twenty six here. How old is Derek, because that is just all sorts of wrong for me to even think about him as anything more than a little bunny wolf who should be protected from the bullshit that happened to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you want to mother him then,\u201d Peter said with some amusement. Stiles could see him thinking, though. \u201cWhat about the rest of the family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, they haven\u2019t done anything to make me want to kill them,\u201d Stiles shrugged. \u201cI want them to live, because this area began to seriously destabilize after the Nemeton was cut down and then with the fire, the last of the protections around here just disappeared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo we avoid that then,\u201d Peter agreed. \u201cI can\u2019t say what the relationship between the official Hale pack and myself will be, but this is my home territory as much as it is Talia\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAgain, I\u2019m going to ask if you\u2019re going to have a pack,\u201d Stiles was quiet for a moment, \u201cand where I\u2019m going to fit in here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t you know Stiles?\u201d Peter slid his hand up Stiles\u2019 thigh a little, causing his brain to start to short out. \u201cI want you in my bed, in my pack and at my side.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, you\u2019re going to have to explain this to me in more detail Peter,\u201d Stiles said, setting his own hand on top of Peter\u2019s to stop his movements. \u201cAre you looking for a casual fuck buddy hook up, some way for me to have status in the pack, what? Or is there something more going on here that I need to know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith your spark, you can be the emissary for my pack if you want to, even without being in my bed,\u201d Peter said, humor in his eyes. \u201cI want you in my bed and at my side as alpha\u2019s mate as well. I thought to ease you into it, but I can see you\u2019re going to be difficult about it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles laughed, \u201cI don\u2019t mind if that\u2019s where we are headed. I\u2019m not quite ready for the full on commitment right at this second though. I can do emissary and potential alpha\u2019s mate for now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor now,\u201d Peter agreed. Leaning back over, he slid his hand all the way up the inside of Stiles\u2019 thigh and caught Stiles\u2019 gasp of breath in his mouth with a scorching kiss. Pulling back, he took in Stiles\u2019 dazed look and swollen lips. \u201cI still want you in my bed as soon as possible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat,\u201d Stiles took a breath, \u201cThat\u2019s fine with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood,\u201d Peter went to lean in again when his phone went off. \u201cFuck.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently not now,\u201d Stiles laughed and handed Peter his phone from where it had fallen on the couch.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s Talia,\u201d Peter grimaced but took the call, putting it on speaker this time. \u201cHello, sister dear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter,\u201d The growl in Talia\u2019s voice came through very clearly over the phone\u2019s speakers. \u201cWhat the hell happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re not sure, I thought something had happened to you.\u201d Peter said, his voice sharp and defensive in a way that Stiles had never heard before. \u201cWhen I got near the house though, everyone was there and fine. I headed home and realized that I was an alpha about five minutes ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho else is there Peter?\u201d Talia demanded, ignoring Peter\u2019s summary of events.<\/p>\n
Eyes on Peter, Stiles waited for his nod before he replied dryly, \u201cMieczys\u0142aw Black, nice to meet you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is that?\u201d Talia practically barked into the phone before she continued with marked exasperation in her voice. \u201cPlease tell me that you aren\u2019t idiotic enough to be telling your latest fling our family stories Peter. Tell me you aren\u2019t taking your ridiculous\u00a0 and petty rebellions that far.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPerhaps you would kindly stop insulting my alpha, thank you,\u201d Stiles\u2019 voice was cold enough to cause even Peter to pause and look at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho do you think you are?\u201d Talia\u2019s voice went quiet with anger.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m Peter\u2019s soon to be emissary,\u201d Stiles started to say before Peter jumped into the conversation.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s going to be my mate Talia, I would have brought him to meet you after my trip, but unforeseen circumstances and all that.\u201d Peter replied, not sounding sorry about any of it at all.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mate?\u201d The line went disturbingly quiet for a minute before Talia spoke again. \u201cYou know you can\u2019t stay here as an alpha Peter. I can get in contact with Deaton and you can cede your Alpha spark to me, then we can discuss your mating later.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m afraid not sister,\u201d Peter said, his eyes glowing a bright red, but none of his anger showed in his voice. \u201cI\u2019m a Hale alpha and this is Hale territory. I am of the direct line and you have no right to push me out of my share of the territory or steal my spark.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t be serious Peter,\u201d Talia scoffed, \u201cWho did you kill to get that spark, you know that it won\u2019t let you stay on Hale territory if another with the Hale spark has already laid claim.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t kill anyone Talia,\u201d Peter said coolly, \u201cIt came to me in the middle of a meeting, with witnesses. Interestingly enough, I can already feel my territory boundaries taking form. Do you really want to give me cause to bring the council down here for judgement sister?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t be an ass Peter, we need to do what\u2019s best for the pack as a whole,\u201d Talia seemed to have calmed herself down. \u201cJust because you\u2019re power hungry, doesn\u2019t give you the right to break up our pack, our family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCut the bullshit Tally,\u201d Peter used his sister\u2019s hated nickname with some derision. \u201cThis will in no way break up the family or even the pack unless you fight me on this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll discuss this later Peter,\u201d Talia hissed at him, ending the call.<\/p>\n
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Peter set the phone down on the table before putting his head in his hands and huffing a laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was she talking about?\u201d Stiles asked as he ran a hand down Peter\u2019s back to soothe him.<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes, things happen in a pack and nature gives them another alpha to split the pack up. Usually this happens when a pack gets too large for one alpha to be able to run effectively.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot in this case, though,\u201d Stiles said; when Peter looked at him, Stiles shrugged. \u201cI mean, we can play that card for sure, but we both know you have the Hale spark as it came from a True Alpha to a Hale and now to you. All this done on Hale territory, making it a strong Hale spark.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTrue,\u201d Peter kept his head in his hand as he turned his face to Stiles. \u201cIt will definitely pull some of the members under Talia to come to my pack. It\u2019ll be interesting to see how it falls out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think some of them will be drawn to you?\u201d Stiles asked him, \u201cHow will that affect our plans?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDepends on who it is,\u201d Peter sat up finally, drawing Stiles closer until he was practically in Peter\u2019s lap. \u201cYou have to understand though, I\u2019m the alpha. You\u2019ll be my emissary, so whatever plans we make don\u2019t need to be divulged to the pack as a whole.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not going to be a perfect emissary,\u201d Stiles said, his hands on Peter\u2019s shoulders. It was kind of nice to be settled on his lap like he was. They were the same height, and their builds weren’t too different, but being a werewolf gave Peter a level of physical strength that Stiles didn\u2019t have.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean, sweetheart?\u201d Peter leaned forward, pressed a kiss to Stiles\u2019 shoulder, and then moved up the side of his neck. Stiles tilted his head back, enjoying Peter\u2019s lips and teeth as they left a trail over his neck, his hands gripping Peter\u2019s shoulders tightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop that, I can\u2019t think,\u201d Stiles said, his voice more breathy than he would ever admit to. Even though Peter pulled back as asked, Stiles couldn\u2019t help but feel the loss of his mouth. \u201cI mean that I won\u2019t be able to stay back and do that balance bullshit that Deaton and Morrell always espoused.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou aren\u2019t a druid for one,\u201d Peter said, chuckling, \u201ctwo, you came back in time due to what amounts to a chaos ritual. I highly doubt that you would ever hold balance over what you deemed was the correct action.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat won\u2019t be a problem?\u201d He felt Peter\u2019s hands running up and down his back as if to comfort his worries.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo sweetheart,\u201d Peter said, \u201cI think I\u2019m definitely going to like having an emissary that will fight for the pack rather than sit by and let them burn.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d Stiles nodded. \u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles knew that Peter meant that quite literally, and he leaned forward, initiating a kiss for the first time.<\/p>\n
Peter\u2019s hands moved down his back, and Stiles felt his body begin to heat. His stomach fluttered and tightened at the possessive grip of Peter\u2019s hands settling on his hips. Peter\u2019s hands slipped under Stiles\u2019 borrowed shirt, his hands like brands on his skin.<\/p>\n
Stiles moaned, his head falling back when Peter gently traced fingers along the waist of his jeans. Peter lost no time in attaching his mouth to his throat, alternating between soft and hard sucking kissing along that expanse of skin.<\/p>\n
The thought of Peter marking him there, of what having his throat bared to an alpha like Peter meant. It left Stiles panting, body hungry for more. \u201cToo many clothes,\u201d he gasped, \u201cPeter, please.\u201d A whine escaped his throat when Peter bit down where his neck met shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cIn good time darling,\u201d Peter replied, pressing a smirk into Stiles\u2019 neck, but Stiles heard how breathless he was. \u201cYou are gorgeous like this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles gave another whine when Peter\u2019s fingers flipped open the button on his jeans and dipped his fingers down to brush over his clothed cock before urging Stiles up off his lap.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf we\u2019re going to continue this, I have to insist we use a bed,\u201d Peter said, wrapping his hand back at Stiles\u2019 neck and kissing him again.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are a cruel tease Peter Hale,\u201d Stiles said, looking into the other man\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot teasing if I plan to follow through,\u201d Peter smirked, caught him by the hand, and led him down the hall and up the stairs to his bedroom.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know we should be planning the fallout of all this right now,\u201d Stiles said, slipping the shirt off over his head and tossing it on the floor, watching as Peter slipped his shoes off before unbuttoning his own slacks.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can strategize after,\u201d Peter replied, prowling towards him, his eyes intent. \u201cI\u2019ve been fantasizing about having you spread out on my bed for too long to put it off for anything else right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah?\u201d Stiles felt his breath leave him when Peter pulled his sweater and undershirt off in one move. \u201cYou are too fucking gorgeous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat shouldn\u2019t sound like a complaint,\u201d Peter said with a laugh. \u201cI\u2019d return the compliment without reservation if I could get you out of those jeans.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell since you asked so nicely,\u201d Stiles slipped the jeans past his hips, allowing them to pool at his feet before kicking them away.<\/p>\n
He stood in front of Peter in nothing but a pair of dark grey boxer briefs, enjoying the hunger he saw in the wolf’s eyes as they flashed at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think gorgeous quite covers it,\u201d Peter said, coming closer, wrapping an arm around Stiles\u2019 waist, and pulling him flush against his body. \u201cYou\u2019re exquisite.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles felt heat rushing to his face as his stomach clenched at the sincerity in Peter\u2019s words.<\/p>\n
Peter kissed him slow and sensuously, running his hands through Stiles’ hair and pulling him in closer to lick into his mouth. Pulling back, Peter got Stiles\u2019 attention by reaching down and cupping him through his briefs.<\/p>\n
\u201cLast chance Stiles,\u201d Peter said with a smirk when Stiles whined and arched into his hand. \u201cTell me no and we\u2019ll stop. You\u2019ll be my emissary and pack, but if we continue we\u2019re going down the path to mates.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter, if I didn\u2019t want to continue this, I would have sent you up here by yourself.\u201d Stiles said, trying to clear his mind a little, \u201cYou are being very chivalrous, but I\u2019m sure.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter groaned and claimed Stiles\u2019 mouth in another hungry kiss.<\/p>\n
\u201cBed,\u201d Stiles groaned into the kiss, \u201cWe need the bed Peter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter could hardly deny Stiles anything at this moment, especially when he wanted it so much as well. He moved his mouth down to graze his jaw, nipping at it before doing the same at the pale column of the throat that was on display.<\/p>\n
They moved toward the bed without letting go of each other; Stiles twisted them until he was under Peter on the bed. He arched against Peter\u2019s body, rubbing their cocks together through the thin material they still wore.<\/p>\n
Peter\u2019s hands ran up Stiles\u2019 bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake and anticipation burning in his blood. \u201cFuck, I want you.\u201d Peter\u2019s eyes were full-on red now.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can have me,\u201d Stiles replied with a grin, which Peter leaned down to taste. Then Stiles’ brain went muzzy as Peter slipped down his body, his fingers catching on Stiles\u2019 underwear as he dragged them down his legs.<\/p>\n
Peter tossed them to the side, leaving his own on for now. He leaned down and took hold of Stiles\u2019 cock, licking a stripe up the underside of it. He used one hand on Stiles\u2019 stomach to hold him down.<\/p>\n
Stiles reached out and grabbed a handful of the bedding as he tried to arch into the touch, \u201cPeter, fuck Peter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo gorgeous like this Stiles,\u201d Peter said before he leaned down and took all of Stiles into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. He sucked bobbed down to get more into his mouth, paying careful attention to all of Stiles\u2019 reactions. The way his blood moved through his veins, the galloping heartbeat, and Stiles\u2019 groans and whines.<\/p>\n
Stiles reached down and got a hand into Peter\u2019s hair, but he didn\u2019t pull or try to direct; it was like he was just hanging on. \u201cPeter, Peter, I\u2019m going to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter took more into his mouth and sucked with another swirl of his tongue, and Stiles came undone above him. The hand in his hair tightened for a moment, and Stiles\u2019 hips gave abortive little movements as he tried to thrust up into Peter\u2019s mouth.<\/p>\n
Peter pulled back, leaving a biting kiss on the inside of Stiles\u2019 thigh and then sitting up to look at the debauched spark spread out on his sheets.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look so lovely like this Mieczys\u0142aw,\u201d Peter said with reverence, even managing to pronounce Stiles\u2019 name correctly. \u201cAll spread out and debauched with just my mouth. I have to wonder how you\u2019ll look as you take my cock.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles gave a moaning shudder, body arching again, just at the thought of Peter\u2019s cock in him. \u201cYes, yes please Peter. I need it.\u201d Stiles knew he was just shy of actual begging.<\/p>\n
Peter had his hands mapping Stiles\u2019 skin while he listened to the man under him. He grazed a nail over Stiles\u2019 nipple and grinned at the whining response he received.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are a needy thing aren\u2019t you?\u201d Peter said, amused and already planning how to take advantage of that.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing wrong with that,\u201d Stiles said a little defensively as he came down from his orgasm. \u201cI know what I want.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing wrong with it at all,\u201d Peter leaned down and caught his mouth, dipping in to taste Stiles one more time before he reached for the nightstand and took a bottle of lube from the drawer. \u201cI happen to like you needy for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter pulled back, sitting in between Stiles\u2019 splayed legs. \u201cTurn over, sweetheart,\u201d He helped Stiles get his languid body moving until he was face down on the bed, his lovely ass in the air. Peter ran a hand down the smooth, heated skin of his back, coming to the round curves of his ass.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow this is a pretty sight,\u201d He said as Stiles moved into his hands; he leaned down, unable to help himself and bit Stiles’ ass, then soothing the spot with his tongue before biting again, determined to mark that pale expanse of skin. Stiles moaned into the pillow, his body jerking.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter, come on,\u201d His voice was nearly begging, \u201cDo something please. Anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should be careful what you ask for, sweetheart,\u201d Peter groaned as he spread Stiles\u2019 ass; leaning in, Peter ran his tongue over the hole. He grinned at the filthy moan Stiles let out and did it again, this time swirling his tongue a little.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter,\u201d Stiles chanted his name over and over again, trying to push his ass back into Peter, trying to get more of his tongue.<\/p>\n
Peter ate him out like it was his only mission in life; he popped the lube cap without looking and got some on his fingers. He pulled his mouth back and groaned at the flush coming down Stiles\u2019 back and the curl of hair at the nape of his neck.<\/p>\n
He took some more lube and spread it on a couple of fingers, going back to that hole, rubbing against it, and smirking as Stiles tried to push back into the touch.<\/p>\n
\u201cMore Peter, I need more,\u201d Stiles\u2019 breath came out in hitching little moans as Peter started to add pressure with his fingers.<\/p>\n
Unable to ignore Stiles\u2019 pleas, Peter pushed in a finger, watching Stiles\u2019 body open up around it and suck it in.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh,\u201d Stiles\u2019 moan was almost a croon this time, his hips rising up and his hands fisting at the sheets beneath him. \u201cPeter, please.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck, darling, you\u2019re tight,\u201d Even as he said it, Peter pulled out and added more lube before giving him his finger again.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s been a while,\u201d Stiles mumbled into the pillow as he tried thrusting back at Peter.<\/p>\n
Peter pushed his finger in and out, trying to be patient and let Stiles get used to the feel of it. It didn\u2019t take long at all before Stiles was full-on riding it, bucking back and sliding forward, trying to get some leverage on his knees.<\/p>\n
Peter slid a second finger in beside the first, \u201cYou\u2019re taking it so well, look at you darling, just lovely.”<\/p>\n
He curled his fingers just so and watched Stiles’ whole body move like liquid silk on the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh fuck, Peter. So good, I need it. Oh.\u201d Stiles was starting to speak almost entirely in moans and cursing, interspersed with begging.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou ready for me, sweetheart?\u201d Peter asked, pushing his fingers deeper, leaning forward, and reaching under Stiles to run a finger up his dripping cock.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, yes, yes,\u201d Stiles said. \u201cI want to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Pulling his fingers free, Peter helped him turn over. Peter looked down at the flushed man who lay on his bed and felt his cock jerk. \u201cFuck, aren\u2019t you a sight spread out like this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter stood to quickly rid himself of the last of his clothing before crawling back on top of Stiles. He reached down and reapplied more lube to his fingers; he slipped them back into his body and watched, mesmerized as his fingers disappeared into him once more.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on, Peter, I\u2019m ready please. I need your cock in me now.\u201d Stiles\u2019 head thrashed back and forth on the pillows, his hips made thrusting motions in the air as he fucked himself on Peter\u2019s fingers.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou feel fantastic darling.\u201d Peter said, letting his fingers slide away. He settled himself and drew Stiles\u2019 hips up, and started the slow, steady slide into him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Peter, oh yes, more.\u201d Stiles\u2019 back bowed up, trying to get Peter in deeper, but with the way Peter had him situated, Stiles could only lay there and take what Peter gave him. \u201cI need, Peter, I need.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry, I know what you need sweetheart,\u201d Peter gritted his teeth against the feel of Stiles around his cock, the silken heat drawing him in and leaving him breathless.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh,\u201d Stiles\u2019 mouth dropped open as Peter bottomed out, \u201cDon\u2019t move.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter stilled with his hips flush against Stiles, taking deep breaths to avoid coming in the next few seconds. \u201cStiles, baby, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Peter, you\u2019re so big,\u201d Stiles panted, \u201cFeel fucking fantastic.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter leaned forward and caught one of Stiles nipples with his fingers and pinched; he felt Stiles tighten around him and groaned.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter move,\u201d Stiles begged, \u201cPlease, need it now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, sweetheart,\u201d Peter started moving his hips, rolling rather than thrusting. Stiles babbled in three different languages, soft sexy words filling the air. It made Peter harder, more desperate.<\/p>\n
Peter leaned forward and tucked his face into Stiles\u2019 neck, rolling his hips in a steady movement, feeling the heat build. They rocked together like that, Peter\u2019s balls growing heavy with Stiles rhythmically tightening around his cock.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter, please I\u2019m going to, fuck Peter come inside me.\u201d Stiles begged.<\/p>\n
Peter sat back up, \u201cYou want that? You\u2019ll smell of me for days; when we go to meet with other wolves, they\u2019ll know exactly who you belong to.\u201d Peter began to thrust hard, the soft rolling left behind in desperation to lay his claim on Stiles.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, want them all to know,\u201d Stiles panted, moaning. \u201cWant them all to know I\u2019m yours and your mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, mine,\u201d Peter growled, \u201cand I\u2019m yours.\u201d Peter got his hand around Stiles\u2019 cock and began to move in time with his thrusts. \u201cCome for me sweetheart, I want to see it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, yes Peter, please.\u201d Stiles shuddered, back bowed again, \u201cPeter!\u201d He came with Peter\u2019s name echoing around the room.<\/p>\n
After a moment, Peter let go of his cock and held onto his hips. Once Stiles seemed to be back with him, he began to pound into the man, chasing his own pleasure.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome for me Peter, want you in me,\u201d Stiles began to babble again as his brain started to come back online.<\/p>\n
\u201cStiles,\u201d Peter shuddered when Stiles ran his hands up the sides of his ribs before moving to his chest and pinching his nipples.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome for me Peter,\u201d Stiles pleaded, \u201cI need you to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter was helpless to disobey, and a few thrusts later, he shuddered and came with a growl.<\/p>\n
Peter lay on his back next to Stiles, breathing heavily. Stiles wasn\u2019t surprised about how good the sex had been; he was surprised by its intensity between the two of them this first time.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was fucking fantastic,\u201d He managed to say once he\u2019d caught his breath. He turned to look at Peter, who was looking back at him. \u201cI\u2019m tempted not to move, but I really need a shower now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter huffed and sat up, \u201cLet’s see what we can do about that.\u201d He offered Stiles a hand up, and Stiles staggered to his feet once he was out of bed.<\/p>\n
He followed Peter into the bathroom that adjoined the bedroom, still holding Peter\u2019s hand. Peter finally let go, turned the shower on, and gave Stiles a push to get under the water while he went to the sink to brush his teeth.<\/p>\n
Stiles closed his eyes and let the hot waterfall down over him. The water pressure was perfect. He didn\u2019t really expect anything else from Peter\u2019s shower, but it was still fantastic. Turning, he put his arms on the wall and ducked his head down under the spray.<\/p>\n
He heard Peter moving around and, a few seconds later, felt his arms wrap around him. \u201cI\u2019m glad you\u2019re here,\u201d Stiles said, looking over his shoulder. \u201cNot just because of the awesome sex, but I don\u2019t know if I could do this on my own.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSweetheart, I have no doubt that you could pull this all off on your own,\u201d Peter leaned forward and caught Stiles mouth with his own, tasting of mint from his earlier activities. \u201cThat being said, I am glad to be here with you and only some of that is because of the fantastic sex.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles laughed, turning around in Peter\u2019s arms. \u201cWhy weren\u2019t we having sex years ago?\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter chuckled, pulling him in close and biting him at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. \u201cBecause you were the definition of jailbait, which didn\u2019t interest me and when you got interesting, you were off limits.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOff-limits?\u201d Stiles frowned; he could understand the jail bait comment and was a little relieved that Peter hadn\u2019t been harboring a secret desire for his sixteen-year-old ass.<\/p>\n
\u201cFirst it was Scott\u2019s pack and as much as I might have wanted to punch the little fucker in the face, I knew better than to come between the two of you. Then when you were having your own problems with him, I didn\u2019t want to make them worse.\u201d He smiled at Stiles\u2019 scoffing. \u201cNot just for you darling, but I didn\u2019t need anymore of Scott\u2019s attention on me than necessary. I had no desire to end up an omega.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about after?\u201d Stiles said, talking about when Derek had taken over the pack, \u201cSurely Derek wouldn\u2019t have been an ass about it all?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReally, Stiles?\u201d Peter looked him straight in the eye, and Stiles could only look back in confusion. \u201cDerek wanted you almost as much as I did; he was just being too much of a martyr to do anything about it. If he\u2019d had a few more years, he might have made a move.\u201d Peter laughed at the look on Stiles\u2019 face; he reached behind, grabbing some shampoo. Turning Stiles back around, he pulled his head back and began washing Stiles\u2019 hair. \u201cHe might not have made a move, but I knew better than to do so unless I wanted my throat ripped out again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDerek didn\u2019t,\u201d Stiles couldn\u2019t even finish what he was saying. \u201cSeriously?\u201d the thought just didn\u2019t compute.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, seriously,\u201d Peter said, \u201cTilt back so I can rinse you.\u201d He reached up and detached the showerhead to rinse Stiles\u2019 hair easier. \u201cStill glad you ended up here with me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles turned, sputtering when Peter caught him with the water before turning it away. \u201cNo, I didn\u2019t want this with Derek.\u201d At Peter\u2019s raised eyebrow, Stiles rolled his eyes. \u201cOh, I wanted into his jeans when I was sixteen for about five seconds, but he was the saddest angriest person I\u2019ve ever seen – just this huge ball of anger and sadness that he couldn’t figure out what to do with. It was a bit of a libido killer. We got close there at the end, but any real sexual feelings I had for him were quite muted by his lack of ability to really communicate with me. We would have killed each other within days of getting together.\u201d Stiles shook his head. Yeah, he\u2019d had his high school fantasies about Derek, but once he\u2019d got to know the guy, they\u2019d become impossible to keep.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that so?\u201d Peter asked, getting Stiles to turn back around so he could condition his hair.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to protect this Derek, to keep him from becoming the damaged man we know in the past future.\u201d Stiles said, \u201cI have no desire to have sex with him, besides he\u2019s like fifteen or something like that right now. Eww, no!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell all right then,\u201d Peter replied, but Stiles could swear he heard relief in it. \u201cRinse.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles rinsed his hair before hanging the showerhead back up, \u201cPeter, I don\u2019t want anyone here with me, but you. I didn\u2019t get to choose a partner in this, but if I did, I can honestly say I would have picked you, no question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wouldn\u2019t want anyone else here on this trip either.\u201d Peter said, managing to sound aloof even when his eyes held the relief he wouldn\u2019t voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere, you washed my hair, let me get yours,\u201d Stiles shelved the conversation, trading places with Peter, he began to wash his hair. \u201cWe need to address a few things before we go much further in this time period, though.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, your name for one and your identity paperwork.\u201d Peter said, following Stiles\u2019 thoughts, as he so often had in the past.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, my other self isn\u2019t going by Stiles yet, at this point he\u2019s still going by Mischief. I\u2019ll have to have a different name I suppose, but I want to keep Mieczys\u0142aw. It’s impossible for people to say, but it was and is mine.\u201d Stiles said, feeling a little defensive about it.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you want to keep your name, I\u2019m not going to tell you that you can\u2019t.\u201d Peter\u2019s voice was as firm as his hands were when he turned around and cupped Stiles\u2019 face. \u201cYou want to use the last name you gave Talia?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBlack?\u201d Stiles turned his face into one of Peter\u2019s hands and left a kiss on the palm before he stepped back and turned Peter back around to finish his hair. \u201cYeah, give a nod to my obsession with Harry Potter, Sirius Black got the shaft in that series.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter tilted his head back to rinse and chuckled at Stiles, \u201cI suppose that is one way to choose a name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThink you can call me by something other than Stiles?\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed breathlessly when Peter caught him around the waist, turning to push him against the wall of the shower.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll call you whatever you ask me to, but I don\u2019t see any reason you can\u2019t go by Stiles.\u201d Peter had his hands against the wall on either side of Stiles\u2019 head now. He leaned in to capture his lips in a soft, sweet kiss that tasted of water, mint, and Peter.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t think someone will connect me to a certain deputy and his family?\u201d Stiles asked when Peter moved back.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would they?\u201d Peter asked, \u201cPeople will probably have a lot of questions about you dearheart, but I doubt anyone is going to take time travel as a serious theory.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m probably over thinking huh?\u201d Stiles said. He leaned in this time to catch Peter\u2019s lips with his, nibbling on his bottom lip as he pulled back.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you don\u2019t want to make this shower more adventurous than I\u2019d planned, you should stop that,\u201d Peter said; his mouth was turned up into a wicked smile that said he didn\u2019t mind at all.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah? How adventurous are we talking?\u201d since Stiles had been hard since Peter had pushed him into the wall, he wasn\u2019t objecting either.<\/p>\n
Instead of answering, Peter slipped his hands down to Stiles\u2019 hips. \u201cTurn around sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles turned around so quickly he almost lost his balance on the slick floor, but Peter was there to catch him. He leaned his arms against the tile of the shower wall and leaned his head on them.<\/p>\n
Peter tilted Stiles\u2019 hips up, slipping two fingers down and into him, \u201cFuck sweetheart, you take this so well.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter,\u201d Stiles would never admit to the whine that came from him as Peter curled his fingers just right. \u201cFeels so good.\u201d He sighed as one of Peter\u2019s hands held onto his hip while his fingers moved in and out of him at a leisurely rhythm.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot too sore sweetheart?\u201d Peter asked softly, leaning forward enough to place a kiss at the back of Stiles\u2019 neck.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, not sore.\u201d Stiles arched up to his toes when Peter hit that spot, whining softly. \u201cPeter, please, please.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo beautiful for me.\u201d Peter whispered, his voice just louder than the spray of the water falling around them.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter,\u201d Stiles tried to inject some command into his tone. \u201cIf you don\u2019t put your cock in me,\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter removed his fingers, lined himself up, and pushed inside Stiles before he could finish his sentence. \u201cLike this, darling?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck,\u201d Stiles rose up on his toes, leaning heavily into the tiles of the shower wall. \u201cYes, so good Peter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter kept both hands on his hips, moving in and out of Stiles at a steady pace. \u201cYou love this don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour cock is great,\u201d Stiles said with no shame, \u201cFaster Peter please.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course darling,\u201d He began to move faster.<\/p>\n
Stiles began to give hitching little moans, using the wall for leverage he pushed back at Peter.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh sweetheart,\u201d Peter\u2019s voice was tight with lust, \u201cThat\u2019s right, fuck yourself on my cock. Take what you need.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles took everything that Peter gave him and more. It didn\u2019t take long until they were both on edge. Peter moved a hand from Stiles\u2019 waist around to his cock, determined to make Stiles come with him.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter, Peter,\u201d Stiles said his name like it was a prayer. He shuddered as he came hot and hard over Peter\u2019s hand; Peter kept moving, working him through it.<\/p>\n
His knees went weak; only Peter\u2019s renewed grip on his waist kept him upright as Peter thrust a few more times, coming with a nonsensical shout.<\/p>\n
He leaned heavily on Stiles\u2019 back for a moment before standing, his cock slipping out. Stiles felt Peter\u2019s come drip down the back of his thighs. He went to stand up and turn around, but Peter held him still for a moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d Stiles was confused for a second before he realized what Peter was looking at. \u201cLike me being marked up like this for you then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck sweetheart. I knew I would, but I didn\u2019t know how much I was going to like it,\u201d Peter said, finally removing his hands and helping Stiles stand up.<\/p>\n
They leaned on each other under the water, washing as quickly as they could before getting out. Peter insisted on drying Stiles, which was probably for the best as he was beginning to fade.<\/p>\n
Time travel, purifying the Nemeton, releasing the Nogitsune, and two very excellent rounds of sex were apparently his limit for the morning.<\/p>\n
They made their way back into Peter\u2019s bedroom, where Peter had Stiles wait while he changed the sheets. Stiles finally laid down, his eyes already closing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I want to be Stiles,\u201d He murmured quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen be Stiles darling,\u201d Peter said, pulling the covers over him, \u201cI\u2019ll be right back, I\u2019m going to lock up.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles watched Peter leave the room, his naked ass flexing with each step. His eyes were slipping shut again as he tried to wait for his wolf to return.<\/p>\n
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Stiles woke later feeling confused with the heavyweight of an arm over him. He hadn\u2019t had a lover in well over a year, and he never stayed overnight with his one-night stands.<\/p>\n
As his mind fully woke up, he felt the flush of arousal move through him, remembering the events of the early morning before he\u2019d finally slept.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what you\u2019re thinking, but it’s making you smell divine,\u201d Peter\u2019s sleep hoarse voice murmured in his ear.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah?\u201d Stiles said, his voice just as husky, and he moved his body back further into the cradle of Peter\u2019s body. He felt him hot and hard already, Stiles’ his own body responding with dizzying speed. \u201cHow do I smell?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHmm,\u201d Peter gave gentle little rolls of his hips, rubbing his hard cock along Stiles\u2019 ass. He reached a hand down to grasp Stiles\u2019 cock, giving it a couple slow strokes before moving further down and cupping Stiles\u2019 balls, giving them a gentle squeeze.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter,\u201d Stiles said his name in a breathless sigh. He rocked back towards Peter\u2019s cock, where it was already leaking behind him, then forward into the hand that was gently massaging his balls.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust take it Stiles, take what I can give you,\u201d Peter murmured into his ear, his lips beginning to trail down his jaw to his neck, leaving biting little kisses on the way.<\/p>\n
Stiles moaned, \u201cYeah, okay.\u201d He surrendered himself into Peter\u2019s hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood love, very good.\u201d Peter moved his hand up from where he\u2019d been playing with Stiles\u2019 balls to his cock. He began to stroke him soft and slow before sitting up just enough to grab the lube from the headboard. Stiles watched with a hazy gaze as Peter got some lube and returned to Stiles\u2019 cock.<\/p>\n
The slide of Peter\u2019s hand was heaven and hell all rolled into one. Stiles couldn\u2019t help the moaning whine that came from his throat. \u201cS\u2019good, Pet\u2019r,\u201d Stiles managed to slur out around the pleasure that was crashing over him in waves.<\/p>\n
Peter moved soft and slow, letting the rolls of his hips set the rhythm of his hand. \u201cYou\u2019re so lovely, darling.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, yes,\u201d Stiles moaned; he felt the orgasm start to crash over him, lightning sparking from his spine. He arched into Peter as he let go.<\/p>\n
Peter stroked him through his orgasm until Stiles gave a whine as he became over-sensitive. Wiping his hand off on the sheet, he rolled Stiles over onto his back, kissing him hard and desperately.<\/p>\n
Stiles felt Peter\u2019s cock, hard and needy, thrusting at his hip. \u201cCome here,\u201d He pulled at Peter until he was over on his back. Stiles gave Peter a wicked smile as he moved down his body.<\/p>\n
\u201cStiles,\u201d Peter\u2019s voice was wrecked as he came to the realization of what was happening. \u201cYou don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to,\u201d He stroked Peter\u2019s cock, looking up at the man. \u201cI really want your cock in my mouth, unless you have any objections.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter sucked in a sharp breath when Stiles\u2019 tongue came out, and he licked up the underside of his cock. \u201cNo objections, darling, none at all.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood,\u201d Stiles said before he leaned down and took Peter into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the underneath of the head as he went down. The taste of him burst thick and salty over his tongue.<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck Stiles, darling,\u201d Peter began to babble above him, \u201cYour mouth feels so good.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles hummed as he took more of Peter in.<\/p>\n
\u201cSuch a sweet thing. Your mouth was made to take my cock wasn\u2019t it?\u201d Peter murmured, his hand coming down to rest on Stiles\u2019 head. He didn\u2019t push, just left his hand there to card through Stiles\u2019 hair. \u201cSo lovely for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles felt himself preen under the words of praise spilling from Peter\u2019s mouth and down on his head.<\/p>\n
It didn\u2019t take long until Stiles felt Peter\u2019s hand tighten slightly in his hair. \u201cStiles, love, I\u2019m going to come.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles hummed again, taking him even deeper, sucking just hard enough to have Peter shouting his name among a garbled amount of nonsense. He suckled on Peter until he was pulled off by gentle hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew your mouth would be a wonder,\u201d Peter said with a hoarse laugh, dragging Stiles in for a harsh kiss. He licked into his mouth as if searching for the taste of Stiles beneath his own come. \u201cI just didn\u2019t know what a wonder it would be.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHmm,\u201d Stiles stretched, preening like a cat. \u201cI\u2019m glad you enjoyed it.\u201d He rolled over and hopped out of bed. \u201cNow I need another shower, and we should get ready for the day.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI could use a shower,\u201d Peter was up and prowling towards Stiles.<\/p>\n
\u201cNope, no,\u201d Stiles laughed as he hopped backwards into the bathroom. \u201cSeparate showers or we will never leave your bedroom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI suppose you have a point,\u201d Peter said, eyeing the naked man standing in front of him. \u201cAfter things are settled, though, I am going to keep you in here as long as you\u2019ll let me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPromises, promises,\u201d Stiles said, backing the rest of the way into the bathroom and shutting the door on Peter\u2019s laugh.<\/p>\n
Stiles finished his shower quickly and met Peter down in the kitchen. According to the clock on the wall, it was well into the afternoon, but that didn\u2019t stop Peter from making them a full course breakfast, with waffles, eggs, and everything.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis looks great,\u201d Stiles said, taking a seat at the counter and watching Peter move around the kitchen.<\/p>\n
Stiles let his gaze move over Peter slowly, taking in his dark slacks, the soft-looking sweater he was wearing, the curl of hair still damp at the nape of his neck, and his bare feet. Stiles felt his stomach tighten with something a lot like lust, but more. He rolled his eyes at the grin, and wink Peter threw at him over his shoulder.<\/p>\n
Stiles was enjoying this Peter, even though he knew that this was the same Peter that he\u2019d known in the future, there was a relaxation to him, a freedom about him that Stiles didn\u2019t think he\u2019d ever seen before.<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t think it was just the great sex they\u2019d had, though he was sure that helped put Peter in a good mood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s on your mind,\u201d Peter asked, sliding the plates of food onto a table in the corner of the kitchen and waving Stiles over.<\/p>\n
Stiles slid off the stool and into a chair next to Peter, \u201cNothing really, you just seem,\u201d He paused, trying to think about how to put it before shrugging, \u201cYou seem happier here. You don\u2019t just look younger, you seem as if you are actually younger. If that makes sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter hummed, taking a bite of his food, \u201cI suppose that the lack of broken bonds and physical damage my mind had taken helps. I still know about what those things felt like, but they are muted for me now. The horror of losing my pack, well it isn\u2019t quite like a bad dream, but it does feel like it happened in another life.\u201d He shrugged, \u201cWhich I suppose it did, especially if we make sure it never happens.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles stared at him, fear tracing icy fingers over the nape of his neck. \u201cYou don\u2019t think you\u2019ll forget the future that we\u2019re preventing do you?\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t say, \u2018do you think you\u2019ll forget me?\u2019 but from the way that Peter reached over and grasped the back of his neck, pulling him in for a firm, syrup sticky kiss, Stiles thought he might have heard it anyway.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think so,\u201d Peter said firmly, \u201cIt\u2019s more like something drew a veil over it, to make my transition into this body and time easier than it would have been otherwise.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d Stiles began to eat while he thought about what needed to be done. \u201cYour sister is going to be a problem, isn\u2019t she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish I could say no,\u201d Peter said ruefully. \u201cShe wasn\u2019t the best alpha in the last few years before the fire in my opinion. Then again I don\u2019t know everything she was dealing with behind the scenes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, things have been coming to light over the past few years as we tried to figure out what happened with the Nemeton.\u201d Stiles took a sip of coffee, prepared just the way he liked it. Black with plenty of sugar. \u201cYour sister let quite a few things slide and then seems to have blatantly ignored other things that should have been dealt with.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly,\u201d Peter agreed. He took a bite of egg, chewing as he thought. \u201cWe know that she ignored the warning signs of the Argents for one reason or another. Yet she refused to offer Deucalion any assistance before or after the peace talks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ve come back before them, before Paige.\u201d Stiles said. \u201cHow do you think that things will play out if we interfere in the talks?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not sure, Deucalion always respected Talia before that. Afterwards, he blamed her for his failures.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about Derek?\u201d Stiles asked, referring to the whole episode with Paige. \u201cI\u2019d like to keep him from having to do what he did. Especially since I just purified the Nemeton, it would be nice to keep virgin sacrifices away from it for a while.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter choked out a laugh, \u201cThat isn\u2019t funny Stiles.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s a little funny,\u201d He grinned before sobering. \u201cWe did learn to laugh at just about anything there at the end, didn\u2019t we?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I suppose we did.\u201d Peter agreed.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo we keep Derek from trying to get Ennis to bite Paige,\u201d Stiles said. \u201cThat shouldn\u2019t be too hard, right?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, it shouldn\u2019t,\u201d Peter reached out and took a drink of his own coffee. \u201cI mostly set that up to protect the pack from the fallout of Ennis biting some random stranger. If he\u2019d bitten Paige and it had taken, then he\u2019d have a beta to replace the one that was lost. She was also connected to our family through Derek, even if it was in such an ephemeral way.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo even though she didn\u2019t ask for the bite, it should have been enough to keep most code abiding hunters away from you, the Hales.\u201d Stiles finished the thought. \u201cPretty smart and very diabolical. Even if it had played out that way, Derek would never have forgiven you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe not,\u201d Peter said with a shrug, \u201cbut as the left hand my duty was to protect the pack as a whole and in that play, what my nephew wanted wasn\u2019t of greater significance than what the pack needed. Derek was always my favorite, but the pull to protect the pack was greater at the time.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles nodded, \u201cThat makes sense.\u201d He stood up and poured himself some more coffee before coming back to sit down. He trailed his fingers over Peter\u2019s shoulder as he passed by. \u201cSo, we keep Ennis away from Paige. Help Deucalion, at least so he doesn\u2019t end up blind and cray cray.\u201d Stiles laughed when Peter glared at him for his word choice.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t say it like that, for christ\u2019s sake Stiles,\u201d Peter huffed at him. \u201cYou sound completely idiotic.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably,\u201d Stiles was unrepentant. \u201cYou\u2019ve had time to get used to it though, I don\u2019t know why you\u2019re always so surprised.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know either,\u201d Peter shook his head, even as he reached over and drew the back of his fingertips down Stiles\u2019 freshly shaven cheek. \u201cMust be because I like you that I put up with it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell,\u201d Stiles said with another laugh, raising his mug and kissing Peter\u2019s fingers. \u201cHere\u2019s to putting up with each other.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that a declaration of love sweetheart,\u201d Peter grinned at him.<\/p>\n
Stiles felt his cheeks heat but shook his head. \u201cNo, but this is. Peter Hale, I love you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell,\u201d Peter sat back, obviously flummoxed. \u201cI love you as well. Are you sure Stiles? You showed nothing of these feelings before coming back in time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would I have?\u201d Stiles sat back, eyeing Peter over the top of his coffee mug. \u201cYou nailed it earlier, nothing could have come of it without the both of us cutting ourselves completely off of the pack and my family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd now we don\u2019t have to worry about those things?\u201d Peter asked with his brows raised.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, technically I don\u2019t have any family here and your being an alpha cuts you out of your sister\u2019s pack already.\u201d Stiles shrugged and sipped more coffee.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is true.\u201d Peter said agreeably, \u201cWhat are we going to do about it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t have to do anything about it right now,\u201d Stiles looked at him. \u201cDo we? We have the time to just enjoy it, what is between us, while we run around trying to fix everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnjoy it,\u201d Peter looked like he was mulling that over. \u201cI think that would be wonderful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re going to have enough pressure and headaches dealing with everything else,\u201d Stiles said, gesturing with the hand not holding his mug. \u201cI think we should just enjoy ourselves in this capacity for now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI plan to enjoy myself quite often then,\u201d Peter smirked.<\/p>\n
Stiles laughed, \u201cI won\u2019t object, that\u2019s for sure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d Peter nodded and then went back to the original subject. \u201cTalia will be an issue, yes, but soon enough wolves in her pack will be coming to join mine. That will tell us exactly how much trouble we can expect from her and for the most part, what kind of trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said that earlier, about other wolves in the pack coming to you now that you\u2019re an alpha.\u201d Stiles leaned forward with his elbows on the table, mug set aside for now. \u201cHow does that work, is it like regular wolf packs that split when a new alpha pair grows up?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot exactly,\u201d Peter said. Stiles could tell he was trying to find the right way to explain it. \u201cIt\u2019s similar, but being a werewolf is magic based. Even if the majority don\u2019t have anything to do with magic outside of the change, our bonds are based in some of the oldest magic in our world. When a wolf, who isn\u2019t the heir to the current alpha, becomes an alpha they have a couple choices. You heard Talia on the phone telling me that I needed to cede her my power and that she\u2019d get Deaton to help.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, I assumed it was kind of like when Derek challenged Scott and took the alpha power without killing him,\u201d Stiles said.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is similar,\u201d Peter agreed with a nod. \u201cMost betas choose this route, because despite what you\u2019ve seen in Beacon Hills, most betas have no desire to become an alpha or take on the duties of one. Especially if it means leaving the pack they are currently in.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo something like that is the most common way to take care of the issue then,\u201d Stiles summarized neatly.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnother option is for the new alpha to challenge the older and if they win, they will take the whole pack. Either demoting the old alpha, if they survived the challenge or by making them omega,\u201d Peter wrinkled his nose. \u201cThat is the least used of the options.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI assume that\u2019s because most of the older alphas have experience and the full power of a pack behind them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, exactly,\u201d Peter nodded. \u201cAnother tactic is to go and make your own pack. Usually through the bite, slowly building your pack while establishing a new territory somewhere.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot an option for us,\u201d Stiles said. \u201cAt least not now while we need to be in Beacon Hills. Also I don\u2019t think that the Nemeton is likely to let me establish a territory without it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShould I be jealous of a tree now, sweetheart?\u201d Peter asked. Stiles snorted at him. \u201cThe final option for a new alpha is to stay in their established territory. When this happens, and it is almost always the choice in large family packs like mine, if the new alpha doesn\u2019t cede power. When this happens, the pack begins to split in a way to give the new alpha a foundation for their new pack.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo the magic of these bonds forces wolves to come into your pack?\u201d Stiles frowned because that didn\u2019t sound like a good way to have a harmonious pack at all.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Peter denies with a shake of his head. \u201cThe wolves that magic decides are best suited to the new pack or that aren\u2019t getting what they need from the original pack are, for lack of a better word, called to the new alpha. They can choose to ignore it and stay in the original pack with no repercussions. Some do choose that, but from what I\u2019ve researched, every pack member that follows the calling, this draw. They benefit just as much from being part of the foundation of a new pack as the alpha does from having that strong and stable foundation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell that sounds better at least,\u201d Stiles smiled in relief. \u201cIs there any way to know who will be called to you or how many?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot in the least,\u201d Peter said with a twist of his mouth that indicated how much he disliked not knowing something. \u201cIt could be two or it could be twenty. Some of it comes down to the size of the territory and the size of the original pack will most likely factor in as well.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mentioned that you could feel your boundary lines being laid when you were talking to your sister,\u201d Stiles said, finishing off his coffee and sitting back to let Peter get his empty dishes. \u201cSo you know that we can stay here then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, the territory is already dividing itself,\u201d Peter put the dishes in the sink and turned to face Stiles. \u201cUsually, the alphas get together with an emissary and agree on the official division of the territory. That’s for family disputes like this, though. Obviously, there are more complicated claims issues, but they aren’t relevant right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why are you getting new boundaries already? Do you think it has to do with coming back in time or how you inherited the spark?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I think it has to do with the fact that Talia is trying to deny my right as an alpha, another Hale alpha from the direct line since Laura isn\u2019t one yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo if Laura were an alpha, you wouldn\u2019t be in the direct line?\u201d Stiles asked, a little confused.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe last Hale Alpha was our father, that means that Talia, our sister Emma and I are all in the direct line right now. When Laura becomes alpha, Emma and I become cadet branches. While Derek, Dominic and Cora will be in the direct line with Laura until she passes the spark to her own child.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is a lot like old royalty, but not,\u201d Stiles said, tilting his head to make sense of it.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s magic,\u201d Peter said in a tone of voice that told Stiles he was only partly kidding. \u201cThis is just the way it has always been for shifters.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d Stiles said. He stood and crossed over to Peter, letting the man pull him into his arms. \u201cYour sister won\u2019t be able to challenge you on being an alpha or your territory though right?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe can try,\u201d Peter\u2019s shoulder moved beneath Stiles\u2019 head as he shrugged. \u201cI plan on making sure that the fact of my ascending to an alpha happened in front of others and that I didn\u2019t, in fact, kill anyone for it is something that becomes very well known. I won\u2019t let her start spreading around that I murdered another alpha for power. Or that I’m coming to steal her territory, which is what I\u2019m sure she\u2019s going to try for as soon as she realizes how serious I am about not surrendering to her my spark.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow will you do that? She\u2019s got the family in the house and will be able to talk to them first.\u201d Stiles replied.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe whole of the pack doesn\u2019t live in the house, some don\u2019t even live in Beacon Hills proper. I\u2019ll need to make some phone calls, but I should be able to get to enough of the people, the family, to put a few spokes in her wheel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo she is definitely going to be a problem,\u201d Stiles said, stepping back from Peter and sighing. \u201cYou go make those phone calls and I\u2019ll see if I can figure out where to start with fixing all the things I came back to do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe are killing the Argents soon right?\u201d Peter asked with a gleam in his eye.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey are top of the list right now,\u201d Stiles said with a smirk. He turned to head back towards the living room, where they\u2019d settled last night. \u201cPeter if this is something that happens in packs, your being an alpha I mean, why couldn\u2019t you go to the house last night or this morning?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause the boundary lines didn\u2019t begin to settle on me until Talia began to try to deny me any of the territory. Once she made the attempt at that, she forfeited the right to negotiating territory. If she\u2019d thought about it, she wouldn\u2019t have done that and would have set a meeting before voicing her denial.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo magic then,\u201d Stiles said, knowing he wasn\u2019t going to get a better explanation.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes Stiles, magic.\u201d Peter said, tugging him around and kissing him soundly.<\/p>\n
Peter tasted predominantly of maple syrup and coffee. Stiles responded eagerly to the kiss, licking into Peter\u2019s mouth to taste more of him. His hands came up to grasp the front of Peter\u2019s sweater, which was even softer than it had looked. Peter\u2019s arm can around his waist and pulled him in closer until their bodies were flush against each other.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d Stiles said when they broke for air. \u201cWe are not going to get much done today if we don\u2019t stop this.\u201d He didn\u2019t move away from Peter, though; in fact, he pressed himself even closer and bit at Peter\u2019s jaw, causing him to growl and flash his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not helping your argument at all, darling,\u201d Peter said, his hands coming around to settle firmly on Stiles\u2019 hips. He gave Stiles a hard closed-mouth kiss before carefully setting him away.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, you started that one,\u201d Stiles said with a laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not sorry,\u201d Peter replied. \u201cThat being said, I do have those calls to make and we have plans to put into motion. You know how you hate being caught without a plan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not the only one,\u201d Stiles said with a wry twist of his lips at Peter, but he went to sit on the couch. \u201cI need a pen and some paper. I don\u2019t even have a phone or electronics of any kind currently. I feel like I\u2019m missing limbs here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll get you outfitted, I promise,\u201d Peter said with a grin at his disgruntled partner. \u201cI do think we should get your identity taken care of first though, before anyone has a chance to really dig into it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, what do we need for that?\u201d Stiles stood again and walked towards Peter as he dialed his cellphone.<\/p>\n
\u201cRoger,\u201d Peter said, \u201cI have some work for you.\u201d There was dead silence on the other side, and then Stiles heard a flurry of loud cursing.<\/p>\n
Peter just grinned and held the phone away from his ear until it wound down.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe seems kind of excitable,\u201d Stiles said, his mouth twitching in a smile at Peter\u2019s look.<\/p>\n
\u201cRoger are you done?\u201d Peter asked and then sighed. \u201cNo, I am not calling you Roge the Dog, ever.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles choked on a laugh and then, at Peter\u2019s glare, started to laugh.<\/p>\n
Peter let out a long sigh, \u201cFine Roge the Dog, I have some work for you.\u201d He shook his head at Stiles\u2019 continued laughter and pointed to the couch. \u201cI need some papers.\u201d He paused, rolling his eyes. \u201cNot for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles smiled as he saw Peter almost forcibly contain the need to add \u2018you idiot\u2019 at the end of that.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll be coming down in two hours to pick up papers for Mieczys\u0142aw Black,\u201d Peter said, raising a brow at Stiles, who nodded back in agreement. \u201cAge twenty six, hair dark brown, eyes brown, height five foot ten.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Stiles turned from the conversation since he didn\u2019t think that Peter needed his input anymore and started to look around the room he was in. It was a standard living room. Large enough for a couch, coffee table, and of course, Peter had a flat-screen tv on his wall above the fireplace. Stiles wasn\u2019t even going to touch the fact that Peter had a fireplace at all while living in California.<\/p>\n
The place had a nice open floor plan that Stiles appreciated, though he would never understand Peter\u2019s obsession with all the white everywhere. Stiles had already seen the absolute heaven that was the bathroom with the enclosed shower and separate tub.<\/p>\n
He walked out through the doors at the side of the living room and found himself on a covered porch. He moved forward to see that Peter did, in fact, have his house backed right up against the edge of the preserve. He left the porch; once his bare feet touched the earth, his connection with the Nemeton blew wide open, he fell to his knees as it overwhelmed his senses. He had a brief thought for the grass stains that were sure to be getting on Peter\u2019s jeans that he\u2019d borrowed, but the surging of the Nemeton soon pushed all other thoughts from his mind.<\/p>\n
\u201cStiles.\u201d<\/p>\n
He floated in darkness. His head hurt, and his skin felt too tight. The Nemeton sent apologies.<\/p>\n
\u201cStiles, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHmm.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOpen your eyes for me darling.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToo bright,\u201d He whimpered.<\/p>\n
A hand touched his face. The light dimmed.<\/p>\n
\u201cTry again for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt hurts,\u201d Stiles said, his throat felt like he had gargled with glass. He managed to open his eyes and saw that Peter was looking at him, concern bleeding from his expression.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere you are, sweetheart,\u201d Peter said, running his fingers through Stiles’ hair. He’d obviously begun to take his pain because Stiles felt the pain in his head begin to ease almost immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d He asked, turning his head a little and realizing that he was lying with his head in Peter\u2019s lap. Peter was leaning over in such a way to block most of the light in the room from him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was hoping you could tell me,\u201d Peter said; his voice was cool, and Stiles could tell he was angry, but the hand in his hair was still gentle. \u201cI was in the middle of another phone call when your heartbeat suddenly spiked; I barely managed to end the call before you began to scream.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t remember screaming,\u201d Stiles said, but the shredded feeling of his throat gave verisimilitude to Peter\u2019s words. \u201cCan I get something to drink?\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter looked hesitant to let him go but nodded and helped him sit up on the couch. \u201cStay here, I\u2019ll be right back.\u201d<\/p>\n
Usually, Stiles would argue with Peter\u2019s dictatorial attitude, but he saw the fear that lingered beneath the anger and the orders. \u201cSure, don\u2019t think I could make it very far anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood,\u201d Peter made his way around the couch and into the kitchen to grab a bottle of his posh water from the fridge and was back before Stiles even had a chance to settle in the space he\u2019d left. \u201cHere.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles took the bottle that Peter had already opened and took a large drink. The chill of the water soothed the ache in his throat almost immediately, and he let out a sigh of relief when he handed the water to Peter to set on the coffee table.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow, perhaps you could tell me what happened out there,\u201d Peter said with what Stiles knew to be highly restrained patience. \u201cI would like to know if there is a threat out there that we haven\u2019t accounted for.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles leaned into Peter\u2019s side after he sat down, \u201cI don\u2019t think it was on purpose,\u201d He ignored Peter\u2019s scoff. \u201cIt was the Nemeton I think. I was looking around your house and found the porch, I saw the preserve and wanted to get a closer look at what area you were close to. I thought I might get an idea of where your territory borders would be.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did that end with you curled up on the ground bleeding from your nose and ears, screaming your throat raw?\u201d Peter asked, his voice as harsh as his hands were gentle on Stiles as he positioned him in his arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat I couldn\u2019t tell you,\u201d Stiles shrugged and then winced as the movement pulled at muscles he hadn\u2019t realized were sore. Peter\u2019s hands were there, and the pain was melting away a moment later. \u201cThanks. Um, so I was heading out to look at the preserve at the back of your house, and as soon as my feet touched the ground, it was like the connection I have with the Nemeton was turned all the way up and amplified on top of that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat connection?\u201d Peter asked, \u201cYou mentioned something about this before and I know that it was part of what brought you back in time and facilitated our survival, but just how are you connected?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLooking back I think I\u2019ve been connected to her since the sacrifice to save our parents during the alpha pack debacle. I know that when I was killed this time around I was in the Nemeton, or at least that\u2019s what Nogitsune said and I think in this instance I can believe him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAs much as anyone can believe him, I suppose I agree with you,\u201d Peter said, prodding him to continue.<\/p>\n
\u201cRight,\u201d Stiles said before he continued. \u201cWell between the chaos ritual that brought me back and then the purification ritual I was finishing up when you found me. I\u2019m pretty sure I\u2019m bound as her guardian.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo that\u2019s what you meant when you said that you didn\u2019t think she\u2019d allow you to establish a territory without her.\u201d Peter said dryly.<\/p>\n
\u2018\u201cBasically, yeah.\u201d Stiles hunched his shoulders a little. He wondered briefly if this might be a little much for Peter.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell I guess I miscalculated,\u201d Peter said, oblivious to Stiles’ distress or ignoring it. \u201cOur pack consists of an Alpha, a spark and a tree currently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d Stiles turned his head to look up at him from where he\u2019d slouched down between Peter and the couch.<\/p>\n
\u201cStiles,\u201d Peter said with a sigh. \u201cI don\u2019t care if you’re a guardian to that tree. I do care if being a guardian hurts you. So unless you can tell me that what just happened was some sort of anomalous event I am going to be looking for a new guardian for that thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, at least you didn\u2019t threaten to burn her down.\u201d Stiles said, sitting back up, putting him practically in Peter\u2019s lap.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know better than that darling,\u201d Peter murmured, reaching out and brushing a hand down Stiles\u2019 neck. \u201cYou told me about your bargains, remember. I wouldn\u2019t want to do anything that would upset those.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course not,\u201d Stiles said as he shifted to the side. \u201cI don\u2019t think it will happen again, not unless something attacks one of us. I believe that she was just as surprised as I was by the intensity of the connection. She was tempering it almost as soon as it knocked me off my feet, it was just so much that it overwhelmed me so quickly. I\u2019ll have to be careful of touching the earth with bare feet or skin until I learn to control the conduit better. It\u2019ll be like the lessons to control my spark all over again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHopefully with less blowing up of my furniture,\u201d Peter said with a quirk of his mouth, and Stiles laughed at the memories.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t make any promises about your landscaping, though,\u201d Stiles said with another laugh, feeling tired but mostly pain-free now. \u201cI think I\u2019m going to need a nap.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter looked apologetic, \u201cI wish I could let you stay here to take one, but we need to head down and get your new identification and you\u2019ll need to come so that they can get your image.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can sleep in the car,\u201d Stiles shrugged. \u201cI\u2019m going to need clothes as well. I borrowed some of yours after my shower, but I can\u2019t live out of your closet, no matter how large it is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll take care of that after the id,\u201d Peter said. He stood and pulled Stiles to his feet. \u201cWe need to get some shoes on your feet first, though.\u201d He headed towards his room, returning with shoes and socks for Stiles a short while later.<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks again Peter,\u201d Stiles said, feeling guilty about leaving it to Peter to provide so much of what they needed, of what he needed.<\/p>\n
\u201cStiles,\u201d Peter said, waiting until Stile was looking him in the eye before he continued. \u201cI have plenty of money and contacts to take care of this part of things. I have no doubt that once you get your feet under you that you will be making your own contributions of an even greater measure to our partnership.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI suppose you\u2019re right,\u201d Stiles said. The thing was, he knew that Peter was right. As a spark, Stiles was considered extremely valuable, and as a trained spark who had survived so long with his mind intact, he was even more so.<\/p>\n
Having Stiles in his pack and at his side was a coup that Peter would be able to bank quite a lot of his new pack\u2019s reputation on. Sparks were notorious for choosing the side or pack, as the case may be, that was best able to keep them and their chosen territory safe. Sparks were known to be all over the board in their choices, but when they chose a pack to align with, it was always one that could protect them and the territory they called their own.<\/p>\n
Sparks were also known to never choose a pack that was historically labeled as evil. In fact, it was known that if a pack turned while a spark was aligned with them, the spark would take them out or die trying.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know I\u2019m right,\u201d Peter disagreed. \u201cNow enough of this, let\u2019s go.\u201d He led the way out front and to the car he\u2019d driven Stiles to the house in last night.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, off to become someone new,\u201d Stiles said, walking out of the house after Peter.<\/p>\n
Peter opened the car door for Stiles and then went back to lock the house up before getting in himself. \u201cWe\u2019ll head to Roger\u2019s place first and get your identification taken care of. After that we\u2019ll get something to eat and then get you some clothing. Unless there is something else you needed to do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, that sounds good,\u201d Stiles said. He really did feel exhausted. \u201cHow long until we get there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019ll be about an hour,\u201d Peter started the car, glancing over at Stiles. \u201cGo ahead and lay your seat back. I\u2019ll wake you when we get there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSounds good,\u201d Stiles mumbled and did just that.<\/p>\n
Stiles came awake when the car shut off. He looked around and saw they were in a business district of some kind. He looked at Peter, still, a little muzzy-headed. \u201cWe here then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, we\u2019re here,\u201d Peter sent him a smile a got out of the car.<\/p>\n
Stiles sat his seat up and followed him out. He looked around; it seemed like a regular industrial business district. He had no idea which building he was supposed to get his fake identification, and he told Peter so.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell if it was fake it wouldn\u2019t do you any good would it?\u201d Peter said, starting to walk down the way towards a building made of bright red brick. \u201cRoger works for the department of records, he is also a shifter and procures real documents for those of us who need such things to survive in the modern world nowadays.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHuh,\u201d Stiles said, putting his hands into the pockets of the jeans he was wearing. The sweater he\u2019d borrowed from Peter fit pretty well, but it was a little short in the sleeves, not noticeably, but Stiles preferred his sleeves to be a little looser and longer than Peter wore his. If he kept his hands in his pockets, he didn\u2019t notice it as much. \u201cSo then my identification will be completely legit is what you\u2019re saying.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter huffed out a breath, \u201cYour identification will be legitimate, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles grinned at him, completely unrepentant about his word choices. He wouldn\u2019t be him if he wasn\u2019t needling Peter over something, no matter what the change was in their relationship.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou annoy me,\u201d Peter grumbled, even as he hooked a hand around Stiles\u2019 neck and pulled him in for a quick hard kiss. \u201cLet\u2019s go in.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles smiled cheekily at him but followed him in without saying anything else. The inside of the building looked like a million other generic government offices that Stiles had been in before. Cubicle set up behind counters. Offices down narrow grey hallways.<\/p>\n
Peter walked in and headed straight down one hallway; he placed his hand at Stiles\u2019 back, pushing him along. Bemused, Stiles let himself be directed to a door about halfway down.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter,\u201d Roger Dawson stood as they came into the room.<\/p>\n
He was a tall, solidly built man. He put Stiles in mind of Boyd, or what Boyd might have been had he made it to middle age.<\/p>\n
Bitter pain stopped the breath in his chest for a minute, so many lives lost and nothing to show for it in the end. Nothing but blood and ash.<\/p>\n
\u201cStiles,\u201d Peter\u2019s hands were on either side of his face. \u201cLook and me sweetheart. There you go, focus on me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter?\u201d Stiles sucked in a breath, felt the burn in his lungs, and realized that he was having a panic attack. \u201cFuck.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019ll be okay darling,\u201d Peter said, one of his hands coming around to cup the back of his neck.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere, Peter,\u201d Roger said from behind them, and Stiles saw a glass of water appear over Peter\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you, Roger,\u201d Peter took the glass without looking; taking a swallow, he nodded and then held it to Stiles\u2019 mouth. \u201cTake a drink for me. There you go.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles took a drink and then leaned back, just then realizing that he\u2019d somehow ended up on the floor with his back to the wall in the corner of the room. Wonderful, looked like his PTSD had traveled back with him as well.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, that was fun,\u201d Stiles muttered. He took the glass from Peter and drank some more, letting it rinse the taste of panic from his mouth and the acid down his throat. \u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Peter said, taking his hand and helping him to his feet. \u201cNo apologies for that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles smiled; he remembered that conversation from their future\u2019s past. Peter had told him not to apologize for things that weren\u2019t his fault, that it annoyed him. \u201cRight, I\u2019m not sorry then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood,\u201d Peter turned back to Roger. \u201cYou have the papers we came for?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d Roger was obviously discombobulated but managed to get himself back together quickly. \u201cYes, yes of course, I have a driver\u2019s license, passport, birth certificate, and social security card. Since this was done so quickly you on your own for the education background, but it shouldn\u2019t be too much trouble for you to get it woven in without detection depending on what you want.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExcellent,\u201d Peter nodded. \u201cWe just need pictures to finish out the identification?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Roger gestured to a door between two bookcases behind his desk. \u201cI have to the studio set up back here. It shouldn\u2019t take too long since we just need a few.\u201d<\/p>\n
After that, it didn\u2019t take long for Peter to direct Stiles through the process of getting his false papers. Any other time he\u2019d be amused and pushing back, but he\u2019d just been exhausted and more than willing to let Peter call the shots at that moment.<\/p>\n
Once, they were seated back in Peter\u2019s car with Stiles\u2019 freshly printed identity papers on hand. Roger had assured him that the digital copies had been filed in the appropriate places as well.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything okay?\u201d Peter asked just over the sound of the engine as he pulled onto the street.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah,\u201d Stiles said. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes for a minute before rolling his head to face Peter. \u201cI just saw Roger in there and he looked enough like Boyd might\u2019ve looked, you know, if\u2026\u201d He didn\u2019t finish.<\/p>\n
\u201cAh,\u201d Peter nodded. He reached over and took Stiles\u2019 hand, gripping it tightly for a brief moment before just holding it. \u201cAt least you know that Boyd would have more dignity than to have me call him some ridiculous code name on the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah?\u201d Stiles laughed, feeling warmed not just by Peter\u2019s acceptance of these jagged parts of him but his willingness to navigate them with him. \u2018Roge, the dog, was it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s not even a canine shifter Stiles,\u201d Peter said with some affront. \u201cHe\u2019s a moose Stiles, a moose. Why would I call him a dog?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA moose?\u201d Stiles sat up, turning in his seat to stare at Peter. \u201cHe\u2019s a moose? How is that…What the fuck Peter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly, Roge the Dog, my finely shaped ass,\u201d Peter muttered, making a turn onto the highway.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t what I meant Peter Hale,\u201d Stiles pointed a finger at the wolf. \u201cI meant, how did you not tell me that moose shifters were a thing? We\u2019ve known each other for over a decade now and moose shifters are a thing I needed to know Peter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHuh?\u201d Peter glanced over at Stiles, amusement playing across his face. \u201cReally? Of all the things I kept from you over the years, this is what you\u2019re going to get upset about?\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles glared, \u201cMaybe,\u201d He frowned. \u201cMoose shifters just sounds cool.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExcuse me?\u201d Peter said, sounding personally insulted. \u201cThey are not cool. They are nothing more than lumbering horses with horns.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut they are so cute. I\u2019ve always wanted to pet one,\u201d Stiles said, watching as Peter got more riled up. He wondered how far he could push this before Peter caught on. \u201cI\u2019ve read that they are pretty vicious too, really dangerous when they go on the attack.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDangerous,\u201d Peter sputtered; he opened and closed his mouth a few more times. \u201cI don\u2019t even know what to say to that Stiles.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell it does take a pack of wolves to take down a single moose doesn\u2019t it?\u201d Stiles said innocently, bracing himself as Peter practically flung them off the highway and into a deserted rest stop.<\/p>\n
\u201cStiles,\u201d Peter turned in his seat to stare at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes Peter?\u201d Stiles looked back at him, making sure to keep his eyes wide and his face as guileless as possible.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re fucking with me aren\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would you think that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are going to get you ass spanked if you keep it up sweetheart,\u201d Peter said with his eyebrow raised.<\/p>\n
Stiles smirked at him, \u201cIf you think that\u2019s going to be a deterrent Peter, then you really don\u2019t know me very well.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI shouldn\u2019t be surprised you\u2019d be a brat,\u201d Peter laughed.<\/p>\n
Reaching over, he threaded his fingers into Stiles’ hair and tilted his head before kissing him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re really good at that,\u201d Stiles licked his lips as they parted. \u201cI don\u2019t know if I\u2019m glad I didn\u2019t know that until now or pissed because you didn\u2019t kiss me before.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI already mentioned why I wasn\u2019t doing this before,\u201d Peter said, kissing him again. \u201cI\u2019ll gladly make up for lost time though. Do my penance, if you will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike six hail marys and four our fathers?\u201d Stiles moaned as Peter turned his attention to Stiles’ jaw and then his neck. \u201cOnly instead, I\u2019ll get x amount of orgasms and — fuck me,\u201d He trailed off when Peter began to suck a considerable mark on the side of his neck just below his ear.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
When Peter finally sat back and looked down at Stiles, who was as sprawled as possible in the passenger seat, he felt the alpha in him, wolf and man both, fill with smug satisfaction at the sight before them.<\/p>\n
\u201cAren\u2019t you lovely,\u201d He said, trailing fingers down Stiles\u2019 flushed cheeks as he blinked lazily at him. \u201cYou look positively ruined darling.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust wait,\u201d Stiles said, but he wasn\u2019t making any attempt to move. \u201cI\u2019ll get you back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will await your revenge eagerly my dear,\u201d Peter said with a smile, helping to get Stiles\u2019s seatbelt back on. He clicked his on before starting the car and getting back on the highway to head home.<\/p>\n
Peter drove, reaching over only to flick the radio on for some music as Stiles began to drop back into a drowsy sleep brought on as he came down from their earlier activities.<\/p>\n
He hadn\u2019t known what to think when he\u2019d suddenly appeared in this much younger body here, some eighteen years in the past. He\u2019d felt what could only be described as the soul of his younger self, meld with the soul of the self that had died in that basement. He was no longer twenty-eight-year-old Peter Hale left hand of Alpha Talia Hale. Yet, he wasn\u2019t the broken down burned beta, omega, alpha he\u2019d cycled through in the future either.<\/p>\n
He was now Peter Hale, a twenty-eight-year-old Alpha, somehow a true alpha. That was a hilarious irony after the clusterfuck that Beacon Hills and Scott had turned into at the end. He wasn\u2019t one or the other but a blend of both. He\u2019d been better at the end, in what Stiles called the future\u2019s past, but he\u2019d still been suffering from bonds that had been ripped and shredded, from the torturous healing he\u2019d been through after the fire and then that damnable ritual his insane mind had thought was a good idea when he\u2019d come back from the dead.<\/p>\n
Now he was without that taint. He still had a shadow over him, but he\u2019d been born with the shadow on his soul, according to his grandmother. It’s why he\u2019d been chosen as the next left hand before he\u2019d even been out of the nursery. But the taint, the thick tarry taint of evil that had stained everything that he\u2019d touched since the fire, no matter his intentions, that was gone.<\/p>\n
Peter didn\u2019t know why he\u2019d been brought back with Stiles. He didn\u2019t question why Stiles would be sent back to make things right, to correct mistakes. Peter wouldn\u2019t deny that Stiles was just as ruthless and cold as he was when it came down to it, but Stiles was also someone who would, in the end, correct the mistakes, not just throw the baby out with the bathwater, so to speak.<\/p>\n
If Stiles had to, he would work with Talia. He probably wouldn’t like it, Peter huffed at himself, trying to imagine that meeting if it had happened without him being here if Stiles had indeed come back in time alone.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt would of been a fucking disaster,\u201d He said under his breath, careful not to wake the man next to him.<\/p>\n
Talia never liked what she couldn\u2019t control or ignore. Stiles was neither. He would have worked with Talia because it was necessary, but Stiles would have hated her. Peter knew that Stiles didn\u2019t have the best opinion of her as an alpha or mother from the stories that Derek, Cora, and others had told about Talia. Still, Stiles had kept most of his opinions to himself except to tell Peter once that he was surprised that he had survived so long with Talia. Stiles had never explained exactly what he\u2019d meant; it might be time to ask him about that again.<\/p>\n
Peter knew that he would be facing his own hurdles with his sister as the days went by, and he made no move to pass the spark to her or leave Beacon Hills but instead began to consolidate his territory and look for new pack members. He hadn\u2019t asked Stiles, but he assumed the man would be his emissary. He made a mental note to ask him when they made it home.<\/p>\n
He began to tap his fingers to the beat of the music coming from the radio as he drove, his mind making plans and discarding them. He wasn\u2019t quite the genius that Stiles was, but he wasn\u2019t far behind, and now that the miasma of whatever taint had taken hold after the fire was gone, he felt his mind bloom with possibilities again.<\/p>\n
As much as he might dislike his sister and her self-righteous ways, he didn\u2019t want to see her and his familial pack dead, and he especially didn\u2019t want to see it doomed at the hand of hunters. So the Argents needed to be dealt with. Fortunately, they had come back soon enough that they should be able to set up things to move subtly and keep most eyes off them in the short term.<\/p>\n
Peter glanced at Stiles sleeping, his neck bared and the mark he\u2019d sucked on display. He felt his eyes flare briefly.<\/p>\n
\u2018Mine,\u2019 He thought. \u2018This beautiful, troubled man is all mine. As long as he\u2019ll let me keep him.\u2019<\/p>\n
He knew about Stiles\u2019 mother and wondered if Stiles would want to interfere there. He\u2019d do anything that the man wished to; he just wasn\u2019t sure how good an idea it was. Not if Stiles truly wanted to keep his other self and Scott out of this world.<\/p>\n
Peter pushed those thoughts away; it wasn\u2019t worth dwelling on until he knew what Stiles wanted anyway.<\/p>\n
He wondered which of his pack members were feeling the pull and how soon the first of them would be on his doorstep. He hoped it would be someone that he could accept. He frowned; that was something that wasn\u2019t much talked about. Just because a pack member felt the pull to go another pack didn\u2019t mean they had to or that the other pack would be the best fit for them, only that the magic that made up the pack bonds thought that they were more compatible.<\/p>\n
Usually, the bond magic was correct, but not always. Sometimes a pack member would show up to the alpha and would be turned away because the alpha would deny them. Peter could think of a few pack members that he would turn away without even scenting. Then there were the political tricky members. Peter was reasonably positive that Cora was going to end up in his pack at some point, he didn\u2019t know why he was so sure, but he knew that it was going to lead to, at the very least, a huge blow-up between his pack and Talia.<\/p>\n
He was almost looking forward to it. It would make for an entertaining week, he was sure. Stiles would probably kill him, though, so he should probably have some plans in place to mitigate it if it should happen.<\/p>\n
He thought about what needed to be done with the Nemeton. Stiles had cleansed it, he said. Peter had to wonder if that would be all there was to that. He didn\u2019t think so, not after what had happened when Stiles\u2019 bare feet had touched the ground today.<\/p>\n
Peter would make sure that Stiles put up some extra wards at the Nemeton, there was no reason to make the tree any more vulnerable than it needed to be, and he didn\u2019t trust that Talia wouldn\u2019t do something to it \u2018for the good of them all and end up dooming everyone. He didn\u2019t trust Deaton either; that man didn\u2019t need to have his sticky fingers in anything more than he already did.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter?\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter glanced over at Stiles, who was looking at him with sleepy eyes, \u201cYes dear heart?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are we going?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHome sweetheart,\u201d Peter huffed a laugh, \u201cYou need some food and a nap I think.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, yep,\u201d Stiles yawned and stretched. \u201cThat sounds good. Thanks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAny time darling,\u201d Peter said, and unable to resist, he reached over and ran a hand over the man\u2019s hair to his neck, giving his squeeze before releasing him and then taking his hand and holding it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re really sweet, you know that?\u201d Stiles said with a smirk.<\/p>\n
\u201cNobody can know,\u201d Peter said with false sternness.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course not,\u201d Stiles nodded. \u201cYour reputation must be upheld.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou understand,\u201d Peter said, stifling a smile at Stiles\u2019 laugh. \u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course I do, \u201c Stiles gave a false simpering look. \u201cI adore you Petey.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stiles huffed, \u201cYou ruin all my fun.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo I look like I\u2019ve ever allowed anyone to call me Petey in my life?\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter watched Stiles squint at him out of the corner of his eye.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I can\u2019t say that you look like that was ever an option.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it wasn\u2019t,\u201d Peter said decisively. \u201cNow, we need to stop and get you some clothes. I was going to put it off until tomorrow because of how tired you were, but you seem to be catching a second wind there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, clothes and things would be good.\u201d Stiles sat up, scrubbing both hands over his face and through his hair. \u201cAll the things, plus you said you needed some groceries didn\u2019t you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll be fine for a few days, but yes, I do need to stock up,\u201d Peter agreed; he glanced over at Stiles before deciding to talk about some of what he\u2019d been thinking about. \u201cWe won\u2019t have much longer before we need to move, the longer we wait\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll lose whatever advantage we might have,\u201d Stiles finished. \u201cSo I really need to get back out to the Nemeton this evening.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what I was thinking,\u201d Peter sighed. \u201cI wish we had time to really catch our breath, and we might, but..\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not worth the risk, not yet,\u201d Stiles agreed, looking tired again. \u201cLet\u2019s get the shopping done so that it won\u2019t distract us later.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhatever you want darling,\u201d Peter said, taking the exit toward the shopping center.<\/p>\n
Peter felt Stiles\u2019 hand slip along his leg, those long fingers skimming over the inner seam of his slacks. \u201cThere are a great many things I want Peter, somehow I think some of them will have to wait until later though.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou, sweetheart are a tease,\u201d Peter responded with a shiver. \u201cA delightful one, but a tease all the same.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll make it up to you,\u201d Stiles smiled as his fingers continued to skim along the seam of Peter\u2019s slacks.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ll drive me to blowjobs in the fitting room is what you\u2019ll do,\u201d Peter said, not at all upset about the prospect.<\/p>\n
Stiles threw his head back, filling the car with the sound of his laughter. Peter was grateful that he\u2019d come back with Stiles. While he didn\u2019t know why he\u2019d been brought back, he\u2019d do everything to make sure that they were successful in their endeavors.<\/p>\n
He thought about the spirals of self-hate and recrimination that Stiles would go through, and he was suddenly very glad that whatever force had sent them back together had made the decision not to send Stiles back alone.<\/p>\n
He pulled into the shopping complex and found a parking spot quickly enough. \u201cElectronics and then clothing. You need a phone, no matter how backward you think the technology of this time period is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI figured, probably what passes for a laptop or tablet too,\u201d Stiles said getting out of the car stretching. His shirt lifted as he leaned back, showing off just enough skin to draw Peter\u2019s eye, showing him the slight discoloration that had been left by either his mouth or fingers at the edge of Stiles\u2019 hip and felt his mouth begin to water. \u201cSee something you like, alpha?\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter looked up and saw that Stiles was smirking at him while also keeping an eye out around them. That was when Peter realized that his eyes were flaring red. He squeezed them shut.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t even notice,\u201d He murmured when he felt Stiles come up next to him. \u201cI need to take some time and make sure I have my abilities completely under control before I have Talia in my face.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll figure it out,\u201d Stiles said.<\/p>\n
Peter felt Stiles cup his face, and he opened his eyes to meet\u00a0 Stiles\u2019 gaze. \u201cThis seemed a lot easier last night.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe had sex and slept last night,\u201d Stiles said laughing, resting his head against Peter\u2019s. \u201cYou\u2019re right, it was definitely easier. At least we were.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter huffed a laugh, \u201cThis isn\u2019t going to be easy, but I don\u2019t believe it\u2019s going to be as difficult as our future past experience would try and tell us it could be.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are lucky that I understand what you\u2019re trying to say,\u201d Stiles said, leaning forward and brushing his lips over Peter\u2019s in a gentle kiss. \u201cLet\u2019s get this show on the road, apparently we have things to take care of after this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter you, sweetheart,\u201d Peter said, straightening up. He placed his hand at the small of Stiles\u2019 back, and they began their trip into the complex.<\/p>\n
Peter managed to secure Stiles a phone and a laptop in less than an hour. He added Stiles to his account, and they headed towards the clothing shops.<\/p>\n
\u201cA flip phone Peter,\u201d Stiles said. \u201cMy soul hurts, I think my fingers might actually be burning right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sure you\u2019ll survive it,\u201d Peter said with no sympathy in his voice. \u201cLet\u2019s go, you need some clothes, darling, no matter how much I\u2019d like to keep you naked in my bed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe definitely wouldn\u2019t get anything on our to-do list done,\u201d Stiles laughed, head thrown back, throat on display.<\/p>\n
\u201cHmm,\u201d Peter directed him into the store with the slightest pressure on his back. \u201cIt’s still a lovely image.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOnly if you\u2019re naked with me,\u201d Stiles said, finally shoving his phone into a pocket. He\u2019d figure out the intricacies of it when they got back to Peter\u2019s place. \u201cAre you going to be able to keep your house?\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter paused beside the rack of shirts he\u2019d begun to peruse, \u201cExcuse me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said that you\u2019d be getting territory in Beacon Hills and the preserve,\u201d Stiles said and waited for Peter\u2019s nod. \u201cAren\u2019t you going to need a bigger house for your pack though.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAh,\u201d Peter smiled, turning to Stiles. \u201cI could have a pack house of course, I would probably build it near my current home if that is what my pack needs. I\u2019ve always been partial to the community home structure though.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly is that?\u201d Stiles asked, tilting his head and squinting at Peter.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat Talia has in Beacon Hills is fine currently, because the largest part of the pack is family and living in the house together is reasonable,\u201d Peter grimace showed how reasonable he actually thought it was. \u201cWhile our pack will start out with family most likely, we\u2019ll be bringing in others, and they\u2019d be happiest with their own spaces, while still remaining close to the heart of the pack. So, we\u2019ll set up a community. Homes built for pack members on pack land, surrounding our home. I\u2019ll have to see about permits and the legalities, but we won\u2019t be the first pack to move in this direction in modern times.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds good actually,\u201d Stiles said as he grabbed a dozen shirts off the racks after checking the sizes. \u201cI didn\u2019t mind sharing a place with you and Derek back–well–before, but I don\u2019t know how comfortable I would be with that right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter reached over and pulled Stiles into his arms, \u201cYou are my priority right now Stiles. The rest of this is icing, but you\u2019re the cake. You tell me if anything needs to be adjusted and we\u2019ll figure it out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou just want to eat me,\u201d Stiles laughed, leaning up to kiss his wolf. \u201cI do understand Peter, that there is a lot we need to take care of, but I\u2019m not sure how much of my sanity I\u2019m going to be able to hold on to after the immediate issues are taken care of. I\u2019m going to need you and the nemeton to keep me grounded or I\u2019m going to fly apart in more ways than one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll hold you together as long as you let me,\u201d Peter said softly, returning the kiss and then nuzzling into his neck to breathe in the scent of cardamom and clove. \u201cYou can return the favor, I\u2019m sure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course,\u201d Stiles murmured, letting himself enjoy the warmth of Peter for a moment before stepping back. \u201cNow clothes, right. I need plenty of clothes that will take the wear and tear of the preserve so don\u2019t get bent out of shape about my choices man.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNever,\u201d Peter said with complete seriousness. \u201cIt won\u2019t stop me from steering you towards the business wear though, we\u2019ll have to meet with–well, you can wear what you want, but the options are there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll look,\u201d Stiles acquiesced, smiling over his shoulder as he moved on to jeans. \u201cGrab me some underwear, not the silk,\u201d He added, remembering that the material felt a little too nice for everyday wear, and he didn\u2019t need to walk around constantly hard at this point in his life.<\/p>\n
\u201cBoxer briefs?\u201d Peter confirmed before he headed across the store, \u201cI got you socks as well.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks boo,\u201d Stiles said, laughing when Peter grimaced at him shaking his head at Stiles.<\/p>\n
Stiles looked at the jeans and then down at himself, wondering. He grabbed a few pairs of jeans and headed to the dressing rooms; the pair he\u2019 was currently wearing were loose on his hips. Stiles couldn’t remember the last time he’d done more than grabbing a pair of jeans while rushing out of a store between one emergency and another. He wasn’t even sure what size he wore anymore.<\/p>\n
\u201cStiles,\u201d Peter\u2019s voice came from just outside the door; Stiles flicked the lock open, letting him in. \u201cWell now, isn\u2019t that a delicious image,\u201d He said, his gaze sweeping over Stiles like a physical touch.<\/p>\n
Stiles stood with the dark wash denim riding low on his hips; he\u2019d taken his shirt off so he could check the fit better, and he\u2019d yet to button the fly. He eyed Peter, \u201cDon\u2019t even think about it, I\u2019m not having sex in a store dressing room Peter, I might not be a classy lady, but I\u2019m classier than that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t sell yourself short sweetheart,\u201d Peter drawled, flipping the lock behind him and tossing the pack of underwear onto the chair in the corner. \u201cHow am I supposed to resist you looking like that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClose your eyes?\u201d Stiles suggested dryly closing the fly of the jeans and turning to look himself over in the mirror.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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