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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Talia_Hale, Laura_Hale, Scott
      McCall, Lydia_Martin, Sheriff_Stilinski, Melissa_McCall, Jackson
      Whittemore, Allison_Argent, Chris_Argent, Kate_Argent, Danny_Mahealani,
      Jordan_Parrish
  Additional Tags:
      Not_Beta_Read, Not_Canon_Compliant, Alternate_Universe_-_Soulmates, True
      Mates, Age_Difference, kid_stiles, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mild_Gore,
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, Frottage, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Alive_Hale
      Family, nsfw_gifs, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Spit_As_Lube
  Series:
      Part 4 of A_Wolf_and_his_Boy
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-19 Words: 12891
****** 12 Years ******
by Thatbookishgirl
Summary
     Everyone has a true mate. Some meet them when they're young. Some
     meet them as adults. Some, however, meet their soulmate when they are
     an adult but the other is a child. This is not entirely uncommon but
     tricky for the couples to navigate. Peter and Stiles have to figure
     it out along the way.
                Werewolves and human alike had true mates. All of them did.
Born wolves often found them earlier than turned wolves, but they all presented
the same way – when you met your mate you would feel a shockwave through your
whole body and they would feel it in kind. Most wolves’ mates were other
wolves, but sometimes they were other creatures, banshee and werewolf pairings
were not uncommon. Even rarer, however, were werewolf and human pairings. The
Hale pack had exactly 2 humans within it, having been true mates to a pair of
wolves. Peter was 11 when he met his Aunt Claire; the first true mate to join
their pack after he was born, she was human and the true mate to his Uncle
Alonzo. He thought she smelled funny and wondered why wolves would end up mated
to humans but his mother assured her that a true mate was the perfect half to
the other, whether they were wolf, creature, or human – it didn’t matter. Peter
watched his uncle dance with his mate under the moon and placed flowers in her
hair. She was pregnant a month later and gave birth to wolf triplets. He had
never seen anyone more happy than those two. He stopped caring whether or not
his mate was a wolf or not.
                “How old were you when you met dad?” Peter asked his mother as
she brushed back his hair before putting him to bed. Talia was scowling in the
hallway, frustrated that her younger brother was bogarting their mother’s time.
She was turning 18 in about a week and she was going to be able to marry her
mate. She was nervous and was consistently seeking out her mother to ease her
fears about the mating bond. She wasn’t concerned about having sex, it was
clear they had already been doing that, but the bond meant a deeper connection.
                “Hmmm, I was 14 and he was 16. It was at a carnival. I was
there with your uncle and grandmother. I had been begging for an elephant ear
and no one was indulging me. So I split off and went to find one. When I
stepped in line a man behind me shove me forward and I fell into the boy in
front of me. We ended up in a pile in the mud and I panicked, thinking I had
hurt him or that he would be furious with me. When we both stood and looked at
each other it felt like the world stopped. We instantly knew. Our eyes were
locked on one another and we were virtually inseparable from that point on.
Your grandfather had to pry us apart in front of the ferris wheel and call his
father to arrange a joint pack meeting,” she recalled.
                “When will I meet mine?” he pouted.
                “It could be at any time, Petey. My father met my mother when
she 4 and he was 5. They actually had trouble explaining it to the adults. My
sister met hers when she was 13, but he was 20. So they had to wait 5 years
until they could actually have a relationship,” his mother explained.
                “What if mine is super old?!” Peter gaped.
                “You’ll still love them. And I doubt there will be a very large
age gap. The largest ever recorded was only 10 years,” she soothed.
                “What if – what if my mate is a boy?” Peter tensed.
                “Oh, sweetie. They might be a boy. That happens too. Remember
Mr. McMloughlin and his husband? They’re true mates too. Do you like boys?” she
questioned as she kissed the top of his head.
                “I do,” he blushed.
                “Whoever your mate is, you will love them. Boy or girl. So
don’t worry about it so much, love,” she wrapped him up in a hug and told him
to go to bed. Peter went to sleep dreaming of some future mate who he couldn’t
wait to meet.
 
                                      **
                                        
                Peter was 18 when it finally happened. Talia had already met
her mate, Theodoric. Peter was happy for them but also fairly jealous. The pair
had gotten married on her 18th birthday and she was pregnant almost
immediately. She had twins, Laura and Derek. He loved them both dearly and
loved spending time with their family as well as going out on moonlit runs with
them full shift. But he was getting impatient. So here he was, dragging Derek
through the park on a cloudy Saturday. Laura had a softball game and Derek was
‘so bored’ so Peter offered to walk him over to the playground. There were
three other children running around the swings; a girl with bright, red hair, a
boy with longer, wavy hair, and another with chocolate brown hair. They were
sweet and Peter sent him off to ask them to play. He leaned against the tree
and watched them all interact. He could smell them all in the air, one of them
was a banshee, but he wasn’t sure which one it was. There was another scent he
couldn’t quite place – something faintly electric. It smelled like
something…powerful – small but charged. Peter pulled a book out of his back
pocket, The Elephant Vanishes by Murakami, and picked up where he had left off
the night before. Unfortunately, he only made it 5 pages before he heard the
unmistakable sound of a child crying out.
                “Uncle Peter!” Derek shouted and Peter looked up to see Derek,
the girl, and one of the boys all looking down as the other crumpled on the
ground. Peter rolled his eyes and strode over to them. He was certain that
Derek accidentally hurt someone. He had done it before whenever he played with
humans. He tried to reign himself in but it happened. He was only 8, after all.
                “What happened?” Peter droned as he approached the group.
                “He hurt Stiles!” the girl glared.
                “It was an accident,” Derek defended, his small fists were
clenched at his sides and his bottom lip was quivering.
                “S’ok,” the injured boy said from the ground, his voice muffled
as he spoke into the grass, “He’s a wolfie and they are stronger.”
                “You told them?” Peter raised a brow at his nephew.
                “No!” Derek tensed.
                “We already knew,” The redhead crossed her arms over her chest
and seemed to muster an absurd amount of sass for such a small person, “I’m a
banshee. And Stiles has a sparkle.”
                “Do you mean spark?” Peter corrected.
                “Yes,” the other boy nodded.
                “Let me see you? Do I need to find your parents?” Peter
crouched down to help Stiles. The boy was still turned in on himself with his
face against the ground, “My name is Peter. I am Derek’s uncle. Just let me
make sure you aren’t gravely injured.”
                When Stiles sat up and looked up to Peter it happened. Their
eyes locked, those soft, honey-brown eyes and his piercing, blue ones. It felt
like lightning erupted in his chest and a huge smile broke out on Stiles’ face.
                “You,” Stiles whispered with a grin.
                “I – I – um,” Peter was speechless.
                “It’s you!” Stiles was up on his feet and was standing head-
level with Peter now. He leaned forward and placed a small peck on the tip of
Peter’s nose. Lydia gasped, as did Derek and the other boy, “You’re my mate.”
Stiles’ smile was unrelenting.
                “Oh my god,” Derek breathed.
                “My name is Meonenim. But you can call me Stiles,” he stuck out
his hand. He used the other to wipe back the tears that had spilled down his
cheeks earlier.
                “Peter,” he sputtered, still frozen where he kneeled.
                “I’m tellin’ mom,” Derek took off towards the field and Peter
still couldn’t find it in himself to move. His mate. His true mate. Was. A.
Child.
 
                “It’s not the end of the world, Peter,” Talia tempted to calm.
                “I’m sorry, is your mate freshly out of kindergarten?” Peter
gaped.
                “I’m in first grade,” Stiles interjected.
                “Same thing,” Peter sighed.
                “You’re my mate,” Stiles gripped Peter’s pants leg and smiled
up at him. Lydia and the boy he learned was named Scott were hovering nearby as
well.
                “What am I supposed to do about this?” Peter mumbled. A taller
blonde man approached them. He was wearing a police officer’s uniform and he
was staring Stiles down with fierce intensity.
                “Hi folks. Is my son bothering you? He has a habit of making
himself known and demanding an unwieldy amount of attention,” the man greeted.
                “He is not a bother at all. A delight, really,” Talia nodded.
                “Peter is my mate!” Stiles shouted.
                “I’m sorry…what?” the officer braced.
                “Peter is my mate, daaaad,” Stiles repeated.
                “I didn’t know,” Peter furrowed his brow.
                “My son. He’s your mate? He’s a child!” the man guffawed and
gave Peter a once over.
                “Believe me, I am as shocked as you are,” Peter mirrored
Stiles’ father’s expression.
                “How old are you, son?” the officer sighed.
                “18,” he answered.
                “Ok. Well, that’s…ok,” he paused, “My name is John, by the way.
Something you should know now since our lives from this point on are going to
be intertwined.”
                “I’m Peter, obviously,” Stiles kept tugging on his pants and
Peter glanced down at the boy. His heart was still beating wildly and he was
feeling elated and pained by his new discovery. But he could only smile as the
pale boy grinned at him as if he hung the moon.
                “Scott, will you go get your mother, please,” John asked.
                “Ok, dad!” he barreled off towards the benches where a woman
with dark hair was engaged in what appeared to be an intense conversation with
a blonde woman.
                “They brothers?” Talia asked.
                “Step-brothers. I met Scott’s mother, my mate, about 3 years
ago,” he answered.
                “But…his mother?” Peter cocked his head.
                “Claudia. My late wife. Its true, she wasn’t my true mate but I
loved that woman with my heart and soul. Fell for her the moment I saw her
playing ski-ball on the boardwalk. We got together and had this munchkin,” he
ran his fingers through Stiles’ scruffy hair, “But about 4 years ago she got
sick. Really sick. She was dying. When she started treatments I met Melissa,
Scott’s mother. She is a nurse at the hospital and it was…intense. She walked
into the room to bring Claudia some water and we looked at each other. Claudia
knew, the second we knew, she knew too. That woman is a saint and I miss her
every day, but she gave me her blessing to join Melissa once she passed. It was
certainly unusual, but the more I thought about it the more I realized I needed
to be with Claudia before I met Melissa. Just like she needed to be with her ex
before she met me. The universe wants us to be with our true mates but we
aren’t the only ones out there. Without Claudia – there’s no Stiles. And
without Rafael there would be no Scott. It’s an interesting tapestry.”
                “Wow. That’s amazing,” Talia said in awe.
                “John? What is Scott saying about Stiles meeting his mate?”
Melissa approached with an amused look on her face as Scott trailed her.
                “This is Peter,” he gestured, “He is Stiles’ mate. He’s also
18.”
                “Oh. That’s a bit of a situation,” she tightened her lips.
                “Can I make a suggestion for how we approach this?” Talia
chirped.
                “Of course,” Melissa relaxed.
                “Based on what you told us about your prior relationships – it
seems to me that they needed to meet now. For whatever reason. I believe we
should let them remain in contact. Albeit with certain parameters in place,”
she began. Peter was only half listening at this point. He was crouching in
front of Stiles again and letting the boy play with his hair.
                “You’re not…attracted to him are you?” John glared.
                “God no! He’s a child,” Peter shrieked.
                “Just checking,” John deflated, “Ok, fine. We will work
something out so that they can still see each other. But it’s going to be hard.
Stiles is going to want to tell everyone that he met his mate. And when they
realize he’s 12 years older…it will get dicey. So we can set up some sort of
schedule. Family dinners. Play dates of some kind. That sorta thing.”
                “Can you come to dinner tonight?” Stiles whispered to Peter.
                “Yea. That would be ok,” Peter hummed.
                “Are you mad?” the boy asked.
                “Mad?” Peter quirked.
                “That I’m little,” Stiles toyed with the hem of his shirt.
                “I’m not mad. I’m just – a little sad. We’re going to have to
wait a long time,” Peter ran his hand through Stiles’ hair and held his small
hand.
                “It’s ok, sweetie. You found each other now. We’ll figure it
all out,” Melissa bent down to scoop him up in her arms.
 
                They later agreed to 3 family dinners a week. Peter wanted to
pick Stiles up from school sometimes. And they even worked out random weekends
where Peter was just take Stiles for the day. The first Saturday together Peter
took Stiles to the carnival. The same travelling one where his mother met his
father. They rode the merry-go-round and he won Stiles a stuffed wolf. Stiles
fell asleep in his arms and he carried him all the way home. Peter quietly
thought that they could figure it out. He would wait as long as he needed to.
 
                                      **
                                        
                “Stiles! Get back here!” Peter was sprinting down the stairs
after the 13-year-old. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t scared. He was trying to calm
down the boy who worked himself up into a panic. Peter had come over that
morning before school to give Stiles a ride. Stiles had, apparently, also been
practicing some magic. Specifically, on how to block scent and sound. When
Stiles started training with Deaton he was warned that people might come after
him as Peter’s mate. There were still a lot of people who hated society’s
accepting of werewolves and other creatures like them. And Peter, he had become
a powerful wolf in the past few years. He wasn’t the alpha because that was
Talia, but he was as feared as respected as any alpha. Stiles’ connection to
him made him vulnerable, so he was working on magic that focused on protection
and concealment. And apparently he was too good since Peter had no idea what
Stiles was doing. If he had he would have knocked or waited. Peter had opened
the door to find Stiles naked on his bed and stroking himself, all with Peter’s
name on his lips. Peter froze. Stiles saw him and froze too. Seconds later
Stiles was scrambling to throw clothes on, his face beet red, and forced his
way past Peter to try and escape his growing humiliation.
                “Stiles!” Peter shouted once more as Stiles fumbled with his
belt on the porch.
                “No, Peter. That was so embarrassing. I need to – I just need
to be somewhere. Anywhere else,” Stiles was gritting his teeth and fighting
back tears.
                “Will you just wait? You know I can outrun you anyway,” Peter
was standing right behind him, his body warm behind Stiles’.
                “So you can what? Laugh at me?” Stiles fumed.
                “Since when have I ever laughed at you?” Peter soothed. His
hands settled on the boy’s shoulders.
                “It’s just – you saw – “ Stiles gasped and wrapped his arms
tight around his torso.
                “Why don’t we go inside and talk about this. Alright? Please,”
Peter stepped forward and enveloped his mate in a tight embrace. Stiles seemed
to relax at his touch and let himself be guided into the house. Peter pushed
him to sit on the couch and Stiles refused to meet his eyes.
                “I understand why you’re upset. And I’m sorry that I saw you
like that without your say so. But, Stiles, I am extremely impressed with your
ability to hide. I had no idea – I couldn’t even smell you. I could just smell
what scent of you lingered in the room. I couldn’t hear your heartbeat. I
thought maybe you had left,” Peter praised.
                “What?” Stiles seized.
                “I’m serious. Your powers are spectacular. I can’t wait to see
what more you can do with more training,” Peter edged closer to Stiles and put
his arm around the boy who seemed more calm now than he had not 10 minutes
before.
                “You – really?” Stiles ought.
                “Yes. Really,” Peter kissed the side of Stiles’ head. The boy
curled into Peter’s side and let the wolf stroke his hair.
                “Did you – what you saw – um…what did you think?” Stiles asked.
Peter could smell the low-key arousal wafting off of his mate, who only just
began his journey through puberty.
                “I think – I think you’re only 13 so I can’t really tell you
what I think,” Peter offered.
                “Are you serious? You just saw, like, everything. You can’t
give me something? Did I look so gross that you have nothing to say?” Stile
rambled.
                “You’re not listening. What I mean is this – you’re only 13. I
can see the man you are becoming but I can’t look at you the way I might want
to. I can’t even think of you the way I want to. Just…just 5 more years,” Peter
took a sharp inhale and pressed his lips to Stiles’ hair again. He loved the
way Stiles smelled and was glad the anxiety had drained from him. But now he
smelled so enticingly sweet. It was going to be rough.
                “Peter?” Stiles mumbled into his shirt.
                “Yes, darling?” Peter smiled.
                “Thank you. And I – I love you,” Stiles whispered.
                “I love you too,” Peter replied and held him closer. Stiles
ended up not going to school that day. He stayed home to try and process his
morning. He and Peter played video games. Peter made all their meals and they
ended up spooning on the couch until the younger boy fell asleep. When John
came home he just laughed at them and went upstairs. Scott would be home any
minute and he was going to probably throw his bag at them. Scott was weird
around Peter and avoidant, but he was going to have to accept him.
 
                                      **
                                        
                “This is all your fault,” Stiles griped as he pushed Scott
through the woods. The boy was starting to bleed out, he wasn’t healing like he
was supposed to. He had been turned into a werewolf only 3 months prior and he
was already getting shot at by hunters. Scott, before he was turned, was dying.
He had fallen off a ravine and was lying broken at the bottom when Stiles and
Peter found him. He wasn’t going to make it, there was no way they would be
able to get him to a hospital in time. Too many things were lacerated and the
blood was thick on the ground. Stiles begged Peter to turn Scott so he wouldn’t
die. After a lot of tears and Scott’s choked agreement Peter turned him. But
now those healing factors that he had relied on to live before seemed to be
gone in the presence of whatever those hunters dosed him with.
                “Gotta find Peter. Or mom,” Scott groaned. He was barely
walking and Stiles was having trouble dragging him any further. They would have
used the jeep if the hunters hadn’t shot out Stiles’ tires. He won’t even
pretend he’s not mad about the damage done to his car. Peter hates the damn
thing. He offered to buy Stiles any car he wanted, especially any safe car. But
Stiles picked the jeep, much to Peter’s dismay.
                “Peter!” Stiles shouted. He knew the older man was likely
nearby and would certainly hear him. They were only 1/8 of a mile from the Hale
house and Peter was already bounding towards them. He smelled the blood and
Stiles’ panic. His eyes widened when he finally caught sight of Scott and the
wounds to his torso. Then he froze.
                “Don’t move. Either of you,” he grunted.
                “Why?” Stiles whispered.
                “I can hear the hunters. They’re close. They followed you,”
Peter hissed. Both boys were still frozen and waited to hear any sounds the
hunters made. A ‘woosh’ sound flew past Stiles’ head and he ducked right away,
bending over Scott who was still bleeding into the leaves and grass. Peter
growled as he saw his mate dive to the ground.
                “I won’t miss next time,” a voice echoed through the trees,
“And lucky me. I might get to kill 2 wolves and a spark. We could even take out
the whole pack.” A blonde woman stepped forward, along with two others. One
Stiles recognized as Chris Argent, a man his father had encountered a few
times. He had a daughter they’d never met, which he assumed was either the
blonde woman or the smaller, brunette girl that was staring Scott down with
great intensity. She dropped her weapon and took a few slow steps closer to
Scott.
                “Stay back,” Stiles warned.
                “What’s his name?” she murmured. Then Scott looked up at her
and they both gasped. He reached briefly towards her and she moved even closer.
                “Allison! No,” the blonde snapped.
                “But he’s – he’s my – “ she whimpered as her eyes filled with
tears and she came to the realization that her true mate, whom she just met,
was about to be killed by her own family.
                “Leave him alone,” Stiles demanded and finally stood to
completely block Scott from view of the hunters. He rubbed his hands together
and started chanting under his breath and lights began to emanate from his
fingertips. Slowly, the ground around them glowed and encircled Stiles, Scott,
Peter, and even this new girl Allison, “Try something. I dare you.” Stiles’
eyes simmered.
                “Don’t test me. You’re just a child,” the blonde, later to be
identified as Kate, sneered.
                “We should go,” Chris interjected, “They are children. We have
rules. When you first shot at that boy I had no idea he was only a teenager.
You told me you saw him kill someone.”
                “I haven’t hurt anyone,” Scott cried. Allison was completely at
his side now and petting back his hair while pressing her jacket to his wounds.
                “But he will. They always do,” Kate snarled.
                “It would be wise for you to leave,” Peter stood on the edge of
the light and looked Kate straight in the eyes. She responded by shooting
directly at Peter, only for the bullet to stop and fall to the ground.
                “Did you just shoot at my mate, you bitch?” Stiles spat.
                “Watch your mouth,” she effused.
                “I’ve been told that before. The warning never quite seems to
take,” Stiles sassed and shouted at her in Polish. Her weapon fell apart in her
hands. Same went for Chris’ bow. Allison had left hers outside the circle, but
it was in pieces too.
                “Are you done with your parlor tricks? Because I would very
much like to get back to the killing,” Kate cocked a brow. She couldn’t move
past the barrier and she was so focused on the wolves in the circle that she
didn’t notice another wolf outside it. Kate was swiftly tackled to the ground
by Derek and soon unconscious against the hard ground.
                “She’s had that coming for a long time,” Derek growled as he
turned to look at Chris.
                “Derek,” he nodded.
                “Chris. Is your sister trying to kill my family again? We have
talked about this. I will rip her throat out,” Derek insisted.
                “I had no idea they were your family. And I had no idea he was
innocent or a child. Or…my daughter’s mate,” Chris deflated.
                “Take her and go,” Derek nudged Kate’s body with his boot.
                “I think she should finally pay for the damage she has caused,”
Peter left the circle to stand next to Derek. He glared down at Kate’s limp
form and kicked her right in the ribs.
                “Peter!” Chris snapped.
                “What? She has tried to kill Derek once already, and myself the
others in the pack. Then she shot at this child and threatened my mate. All
because she has some misguided notion that Derek is her mate and then rejected
her. Once she found out he was a wolf, well – that just added fuel to the fire,
now didn’t it? When they met Derek felt absolutely nothing. We do not know why
Kate had the reaction she did but it happened. She needs to let this go before
more people die,” Peter glowered.
                What happened between Kate and Derek had never been fully
recorded before but there were rumors. Sometimes there were mates that had more
than one. It was exceedingly rare, but it still occurred. Someone could be born
with more than one mate. When you met one of them and you had no reaction to
them, then that meant a better or truer mate had been born since them. So when
Derek met Kate his perfect mate had been born, meaning she felt a pull that he
did not. And it drove her mad. She probably had a perfect mate out there
somewhere too, but her fixation on Derek clouded her mind and she turned her
pain into rage as she took the old hunter rules and made werewolves her enemy.
                “Dad,” Allison sobbed.
                “The bullets in his body are laced with wolfsbane. If you pull
them out, he will heal and get better. I’ll take Kate and send her back to see
my dad,” Chris explained.
                “No. You are not taking this woman somewhere else to only come
back again. I’m calling my dad,” Stiles pulled out his phone and began to dial.
                “She isn’t going to jail,” Chris said through gritted teeth.
                “Yes. She is. She tried to kill Derek a few years ago, Peter,
Laura, and Talia too. Now she’s shooting at my brother and me. She needs to go
to jail. And definitely needs some therapy,” Stiles professed before talking
into his phone to let his father know what happened and where they were.
                “You know he’s right. Gerard hates wolves and he won’t stop
encouraging her behavior. We aren’t safe with her out,” Derek bent over and
started tying Kate’s arms behind her back and then bound her ankles together.
                “I’m taking Scott inside to extract the bullets. We will need
them as evidence,” Peter snarled and picked Scott up. The boy winced and tried
to steady his breath. Allison followed him without question and Chris looked on
with apprehension. The rest filed in behind him, except for Derek. He remained
to watch Kate and make sure Chris didn’t try and leave with her.
                “I’m Allison,” she kissed Scott’s forehead after he was laid
out on the counter. Peter was rolling up his sleeves and washing his hands.
Stiles was sitting at the end of the counter by Allison.
                “Mom is gonna be here soon. She can help. It’s gonna be ok,”
Stiles soothed.
                “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what was happening when Aunt Kate
dragged me out here. She said we were going to practice hunting. But she didn’t
say it would be people,” she sobbed.
                “It is alright, dear. Your Aunt is nuts and I don’t believe for
one minute you were aware of her intentions. I suppose the silver lining is
that you met your mate. Let’s try to save him so he sticks around,” Peter
replied, “Now, Scott. I need to start pulling them out now. The longer the
poison is in your system the harder it will be for you to heal and we do not
want to risk it reaching your heart. This…will hurt. I will try to pull your
pain as I work but there will be only so much I can do.”
                “Ok,” Scott clenched his jaw and felt Peter’s hands press
lightly around the wounds before quickly dipping his fingers into the first
opening and feeling around for the bullet. Scott was crying out and Stiles held
one shoulder while Allison held the other. Peter found the first one right away
and that wound began to stitch itself together instantly. Peter moved to the
second bullet hole and dove into that one as well. Scott was howling and his
face was partially shifting and his fangs dropped as he squirmed on the table.
                “Scott, you need to be still or else I won’t be able to pull
out this next one. Do you need me to knock you out?” Peter grunted as he
finally clawed at the next bullet, working it out of the opening. Allison was
brushing Scott’s hair back and Melissa was darting into the kitchen with Derek
right behind. John was still outside as Kate was being cuffed and moved into a
squad car.
                “Sweetie, I’m here,” Melissa gasped. She took her spit by his
head and pressed a kiss to his forehead. She looked between everyone holding
her son and found herself trying to still her heart, “Who are you?” she asked
Allison.
                “Allison Argent. I’m Scott’s mate,” her eyes were shiny.
                “But – you – were you the one who –“
                “No. She did not shoot him,” Peter interrupted as he withdrew
the third bullet.
                “I’m so sorry,” Allison said for the umpteenth time and
furrowed her brow.
                “We can figure this out later,” Melissa huffed, “Honey, tell me
how you’re feeling.”
                “Hurts,” he whined.
                “One bullet left,” Peter stated and pushed his fingers through
the final wound in his chest. Scott was gritting his teeth and squeezing his
eyes tight. Stiles was chanting under his breath and trying to do anything to
ease Scott’s suffering but nothing seemed to help. Once Peter finally worked
the final piece out. Scott’s wounds were nearly gone once Peter was rinsing the
blood from his hands. Scott was boneless on the table as Melissa and Allison
soothed him. As soon as Peter turned around he was confronted with arms full of
Stiles.
                “Thank you,” Stiles said, his voice muffled in Peter’s shirt.
The older wolf wrapped around his mate and buried his face in the pale neck.
                “Anything, darling,” Peter hummed.
                “He’ll heal all the way? Nothing to worry about with the
wolfsbane?” Melissa asked.
                “He will be fine. The bullets are all removed and the wolfsbane
left behind is negligible and he will work it all out of his system. He’ll be
tired though. And we need to get a lot of calories in him,” Peter explained.
Stiles was still in his arms with seemingly unwilling to remove himself, not
that Peter would complain.
                “Thank you, Peter. I’ll order some food and we can move him to
the couch,” Melissa helped her son along with Allison. They fetched some clean
clothes from the guest room. Stiles was still refusing to remove himself from
Peter when Derek came in.
                “John is here with some deputies. Kate is being taken away and
Chris is going with her,” he looked over at Allison, “You can stay here for
awhile. I imagine your dad is going to be busy for a bit.”
                “I’m still so so so sorry,” Allison whimpered.
                “Its ok, really. You are not Kate and you didn’t know this was
going to happen,” Melissa soothed. Derek kept pacing, his adrenaline still
pumping at full speed. Peter tracked his movements for some time before John
came in the front door with another man. John went straight to Scott’s side and
looked him over. The deputy was hovering in the door and staring hard at Derek.
He tilted his head and inhaled sharply as soon as Derek looked at him.
                “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Peter laughed, “Twice in one
day?”
                “What?” Stiles looked up just in time to see Derek practically
stalking towards the deputy.
                “Jordan,” the new guy nodded.
                “Derek,” he stated.
                “So, the universe is weird,” Stiles watched them with everyone
else in the room. Derek and Jordan continued to examine each other before
nodding, then Derek smiled in a way Stiles hadn’t seen in years. Jordan blushed
and they walked out to the porch.
                “I feel lucky I found you when I was so young,” Stiles kissed
Peter’s collar bone through his shirt, “Better knowing you now than waiting.”
                “The waiting was torture,” Peter sighed.
                “Sorry you’re still kind of waiting,” he said bashfully.
                “It’s not exactly a chore. I still get to see you and spend
time with you. Besides,” Peter pressed his lips to Stiles’ ear, “imagine how we
will spend the night of your 18th birthday.” Stiles shuddered and Peter grinned
against his cheek.
                “You’re a tease,” Stiles giggled.
                “I believe you are, my pet,” Peter kissed his hair and held
onto his hips tightly.
                “We are right here,” John gave them both a look before Stiles
rolled his eyes.
 
                                      **
                                        
                Things had been going well for some time. Allison and Scott
were inseparable. Stiles had walked in on them a few different times. It was
funny for the first few instances, but after several more Stiles was frustrated
and jealous. He and Peter had not made it past kissing and some light groping.
Stiles tried to push the boundaries every so often, but Peter knew the law well
enough that 17 was not an appropriate age to do everything he really desired to
do with him. They were both approaching a level of being pent up that was
slowly becoming problematic. It was a Thursday night when Stiles was forcing
his way through history homework while Scott and Allison made eyes at one
another. Lydia had finished her calculus and was complaining about her
literature assignment. Jackson was wearing headphones and playing music so
loudly that all of them could practically make out every word. They started to
wonder why he even bothered to study with them if he was just going to ignore
all of them. Danny entered the living room through the front door and plopped
down next to Jackson. Only then did he remove his headphones.
                “Hey, everyone. Are we all being productive?” Danny asked.
                “No,” Stiles grunted, “Can’t focus.”
                “Those two just keep kissing so I doubt much has gotten done on
their end,” Lydia added while glaring playfully at Scott and Allison.
                “Where is your geriatric boyfriend tonight?” Jackson finally
spoke for the first time the entire evening.  
                “Business dinner. Dumb adult things,” he flung his body back on
the couch.
                “Is that what he called it?” Danny raised a brow.
                “What are you talking about?” Stiles sat back up.
                “I saw him at Bianca’s downtown. He was with this pretty,
brunette woman. Just the two of them. I thought maybe you guys had one of those
weird arrangements at first,” Danny explained. Whenever there were large age
gaps between mates they might occasionally agree to let the older of them date.
It wasn’t particularly common, but it did happen.
                “We don’t,” Stiles growled. He immediately rose to his feet and
started angrily pacing. Allison and Scott had turned their focus to him,
Allison furrowed her brow with worry.
                “She could’ve been a business partner of some kind. Don’t
reach,” Scott cut in.
                “I dunno. She was wearing a tight dress and they were drinking
wine. Plus, she was definitely flirting,” Danny shrugged.
                “Is it like you expected him to actually wait for you the
entire time?” Jackson huffed.      
                “Shut up, Jackson,” Lydia threw her pencil at him, “It probably
is a business dinner. He would have discussed it with you if he wanted that
dating arrangement. You know that.”
                “Do I?!” he shouted in reply, “What if he thought I wouldn’t be
able to handle it? What if he’s seeing some older woman behind my back?” He had
a pleading look and a lot of them seemed ill-equipped to soothe him.
                “Just go see him tonight or tomorrow. I’m sure he’ll clear it
all up. You’re jumping to conclusions here. Everyone is,” Lydia tried. Stiles
was fisting his hands and trying not to cry at the thought of Peter kissing and
going to bed with someone that wasn’t him. He felt like an idiot kid more than
ever. Maybe Peter hasn’t been waiting this whole time. Stiles was gangly and
awkward and he doubted he could entice Peter like someone his own age could.
Maybe that’s one of the reasons he never made other moves on him.
                “Fuck,” Stiles shouted and pressed the heel of his palms to his
eyes. He really didn’t want to cry.
                “It’s ok, Stiles,” Allison walked towards him and grabbed his
shoulder.
                “It’s not,” Stiles bolted out of the house. Scott was going to
go after him but Lydia stopped him. No one was going to talk any sense into
Stiles or calm him down. Stiles got in his car and practically floored it to
Peter’s apartment. The building was large and impressive, a reflection on the
large amount of money Peter made at his place of work. Stiles had a key and the
codes to get in. He saw Peter’s car was not in his spot. He wasn’t back yet.
Stiles went up to his top floor apartment and decided to wait there. It was
only 8pm and he had hoped Peter would be wrapping things up. Stiles paced
through the entire apartment probably 6 times. He drank some wine from Peter’s
kitchen and tried not to fall into another crying fit. He downed half the
bottle before he took off his shoes and flannel before crawling into Peter’s
bed. He pressed his face to the wolf’s pillow and took a deep breath. He could
smell the mint and citrus scent of his mate’s shampoo. He sobbed hard and it
wasn’t long before he began to soak the pillow. He felt miserable and ugly. He
wanted to cry and he wanted to punch Peter and he wanted to just run away. By
the time it was 9:45pm he heard the key in the front door and Peter’s voice. He
was talking on the phone.
                “Yes. The meeting was fine. Eggers and Son’s will send out the
contracts on Monday. Alright. Thanks. Talk to you later,” he heard. Peter took
off his coat and seemed to freeze when he saw Stiles’ shoes by the door and the
wine bottle in the kitchen.
                “Stiles?” Peter called out. Stiles said nothing. He sniffled
and tried to compose himself but it was near impossible. Peter made his way to
the bedroom and found Stiles with red and puffy eyes on the bed. “Oh. Stiles,
baby. What’s wrong?” He immediately moved to sit next to him.
                “Fucking great,” he spat, “How was your date with that pretty
woman? Huh?”
                “What are you talking about? I was at a business dinner,” the
older man wondered. He ran his hand across Stiles’ back, only for the boy to
flinch away.
                “Danny said he saw you with this pretty woman and she kept
flirting with you. I mean – fuck – I know I’m just some kid but I’m your god
damn mate. I thought we would at least talk about it before you tried dating
other people,” Stiles began to cry again. Peter wiped the tears away and Stiles
didn’t bother to fight him.
                “That woman was Charlotte Eggers. She works for a firm we were
trying to broker a deal with for art trade. Yes, she was lovely and she was
certainly flirting with me. But I only have eyes for you and would never want
anyone else,” he pulled Stiles to his chest and could feel the boy shaking in
his arms.
                “I’m just a kid. You could probably find someone better to fill
your time with,” Stiles voice was muffled and it hurt to hear his pain. The
smell of it was filling the room, it was heavy enough to suffocate the wolf.
                “Darling, I need you to listen to me,” Peter pulled back and
tilted Stiles’ chin up to look at him, “I love you. More than anything. I have
waited more than a decade for you and I am not going to throw that away for
some tart. I want you and only you. No one measures up to you. No one ever
could.”
                “I just – I was scared. I don’t want you to be settling for me
or something just because we’re mates. There’s people who don’t even think that
matters. I know my dad loved my mom. I was so worried you didn’t really and
truly want me,” Stiles wasn’t crying anymore but the sadness was still pouring
out of him.  
                “I am going to tell you something that your father would kill
me for. You are the most desirable person I have ever laid my eyes on. I wake
up every morning wanting you and go to bed each night wishing you were there
with me. I can’t even get off to porn anymore unless they look like you.
Whenever you sit in my lap I have to fight not to rub my erection into your
ass. You have no idea what you do to me,” he almost growled when he revealed
his desires to Stiles but he was beyond keeping it together. He felt his boy
broken and that just would not do.
                “Really?” he widened his eyes.
                “Oh yes. If you were to spend the night I doubt very much I
would be able to control myself,” Peter pushed Stiles back on the bed and began
to scent mark his neck. Stiles whimpered and let himself be handled. He was
still emotionally raw and insecure.
                “Peter, I – I’m sorry,” he breathed out.
                “It is alright. I would have reacted similarly if I had heard
you were out on something that looked like a date. I’d probably go find you and
drag you back to my bed and remind you exactly who you belong to,” he brought
their bodies closer and used one hand to gently tug on Stiles’ hair while the
other went under his back.
                “You would?” Stiles sought.
                “God yes,” he finally kissed Stiles hard on the mouth and both
moaned at the contact. Stiles griped the front of Peter’s shirt and licked up
into Peter’s mouth. He spread his legs wide and invited Peter closer. He was
moaning and grabbing for his mate and desperate for more pressure and contact.
                “Sweetheart, “he pressed his forehead to Stiles’, “You have had
a rough night and at least half a bottle of rather potent wine. Why don’t you
go take a nice, long shower to sober up some. I’ll call your father and let him
know you are going to sleep here tonight. With tomorrow being the weekend and
you’ve had a bad night, I think you could use an entire evening in my arms.”
                “You sure?” he asked, panting a bit.
                “Of course,” he pulled the boy up from the bed and smacked his
ass before pushing him towards the bathroom. Stiles smiled and began to strip
just in the door where Peter could still see him. When Peter did call the
sheriff he actually agreed to letting Stiles stay the night. Scott had told him
all about how Stiles had felt hurt and that the misunderstanding had sent him
on a tailspin. Of course, John made sure Peter promised to behave with his
underage son. Peter promised. Though, Peter was lying.
                He walked into the bathroom and saw a very nude Stiles standing
under the spray of the water. He could see rivulets running down his broad and
muscled shoulders. His pert ass was tempting in the most ungodly way and Peter
palmed himself before stripping off his own clothing. He stepped in behind
Stiles, causing him to jolt in surprise. This would be the first time they had
ever seen each other naked. Not even on nights of the full moon when Peter
would shift. He usually did so behind closed doors and sought Stiles out later,
especially once he was sure he wouldn’t try and drag the boy off somewhere.
Stiles was barely an inch shorter than Peter by now, but he still felt dwarfed
by the wolf.
                “You look like sex on legs,” he growled and slowly backed
Stiles to the tile wall.
                “I – what?” Stiles flustered and tried not to stare.
                “Oh, you can look. Please do. I have realized now that my
efforts to be respectful of your age has left you feeling inept. Left you
feeling as though you aren’t sexy or someone I want. And I do what you,” Peter
let his hand trail down Stiles’ chest and settle just below his navel while
toying with the dark hair that led even further. He leaned forward and kissed
Stiles long and deep. He brought his other hand down to cup Stiles’ ass and
brought their hips together, cocks rubbing together. Stiles gasped and when his
mouth fell open Peter was quick to shove in tongue in there. He was devouring
Stiles like he was dying and bucked his hips against the boy.
[shower]
                “Fuck,” Stiles hissed and took a deep breath.
                “Too much?” Peter hesitated.
                “Not enough,” He kissed Peter again and let his body melt
against the wolf. He felt the rumble in Peter’s chest and struggled to keep his
body from rubbing up against him even more.
                “I should tell you now,” Peter said between kisses, “We won’t
have sex tonight,” he tugged Stiles’ hair and bit his ear, “But we are going to
do so many things that I have been imagining. I want to see you fall apart by
my hands.”
                “Please,” Stiles pled.
                “Mmmmm, I love the way you taste,” Peter brought his hand to
start stroking them both. He was fisting them both rough and hard, knowing it
wouldn’t take long to bring Stiles over the edge and he had so much more he
wanted to do. Stiles’ cock was long and pink, it looked perfect and he couldn’t
wait to wrap his lips around it. Speaking of lips, he was equally eager to see
Stiles gag on his larger member. Stiles’ mouth was constantly moving and Peter
had several vivid fantasies of forcing the boy to be quiet by choking him with
his dick, though not maliciously. He wanted to feel that tongue move along him
inside that hot mouth. Stiles was breathing heavier and staring down Peter with
such intensity he almost faltered.
                “Are you close, love? Are you going to cum all over me?” Peter
whispered in his ear and Stiles shook and moaned. He put his thumb in Stiles’
mouth and almost came as soon as he felt the boy suck it in. He continued to
stroke them both firmer and faster, then Stiles was cuming hard all over both
their hands. When he smelled his semen and watched Stiles’ head fall back,
mouth opening in pleasure, he followed. Their stomachs were covered in cum and
Peter wrapped both his arms around Stiles’ back and kissed him lovingly, not
caring for the smearing happening between them. He wanted their scents to mix
and for the boy to be at least temporarily marked. Stiles let his hands come up
over Peter’s shoulders and hold his neck gently.
                “That was – oh god,” Stiles sighed.
                “Good. You’re beautiful when you cum. I can’t wait to see it
again,” he kissed the corner of his mouth, “What we did just now was
technically illegal. So we need to be careful.”
                “We’re going to get to do this again?” Stiles beamed.
                “Oh yes. This and more. When we wake up in the morning I am
going to show you the wonders of an excellent blow job,” Peter teased. Stiles
chuckled and let Peter lift him up. The water sprayed them down quickly,
washing away their cum. He carried his mate to the bed and laid him down.
                “I am going to get you some water, darling,” Stiles pulled the
blanket over his body and happily burrowed into the bed. He watched Peter
through the open door, eyes barely leaving the still naked ass that got him
something from the kitchen. He returned and placed the water on the side table
and slid under the blanket. He grabbed Stiles’ body and immediately went to
kissing his shoulders and neck.
                “Where did you learn to give blow jobs?” Stiles narrowed his
eyes.
                “Hey, I went through all of high school before I met you. I
dabbled,” Peter smirked, “I promise I wasn’t any good. Saved my skill for you.”
                “Well, you’ll get all my firsts. You’re already my first mutual
handjob in a shower,” the spark yawned.
                “Get to sleep, sweetheart. It’s been a long night and I am
certain you need sleep. Let me hold you all night and we can spend the entire
weekend together,” Peter smoothed down his back and tucked the boy to his
chest.
                “Am I gonna get to touch your dick more?” he laughed quietly.
                “In every room of this apartment,” Peter snickered and it
wasn’t long before they fell asleep. Peter delivered on his promise to Stiles,
they spent the rest of the weekend kissing and exploring each other. They
didn’t have penetrative sex. But Peter did make a point to introduce Stiles to
rim jobs and plugs. Stiles might have used Peter’s credit card to make several
purchases that he would use tease Peter. He would develop a habit of texting
the man whenever he used his new toys.
               
                                      **
                                        
                It was November and Stiles was turning 18 in 4 days. He was
buzzing with excitement and his friends were increasingly annoyed with his
unyieldingly giddy mood. Not even the presence of an alpha pack in the
territory could dampen his spirits. Peter and Derek were working over time
trying to discover all the members of the alpha pack. They were a threat and
one that needed to be eradicated. They had an emissary that was cloaking their
scents and making them near impossible to track. No one was allowed to be
alone, just in case. At school most of the younger members of their pack were
safe. Scott was more powerful with his recent training; Allison was skilled
with a bow. Stiles was stronger than ever due to his work with Deaton, and the
recent additions of Erica and Boyd to the pack solidified them. Peter usually
rested easy when Stiles was at school, knowing he was surrounded. Otherwise he
would spend his nights in Stiles’ room or had him at his own apartment. Peter
was so distracted by the looming threat he nearly forgot which date was quickly
approaching.
                “I want to do it at your apartment,” Stiles announced.
                “Do what?” Peter replied as they turned the corner to the high
school. Stiles’ jeep was deemed unsafe by Peter multiple times and since he had
slept at Peter’s the night before he didn’t want him driving along.
                “Finally have sex. Obviously. I’m 18 soon and you can finally
claim me. Have you really not been keeping track of the days?” Stiles looked
slightly hurt.
                “Oh my god. You’re right. I’m sorry, baby. I’ve been so worried
about the alpha pack I didn’t realize,” Peter looked at him with a soft smile.
                “It’s fine. I think even my dad sort of forgot. He actually
tried to circle the house in mountain ash before realizing it meant Scott
couldn’t get inside,” he snorted.
                “We’ve all been concerned,” Peter sighed.
                “I’m gonna be ok,” Stiles soothed as the pulled up to the front
of the school.
                “Let’s hope so,” Peter leaned over and kissed Stiles hard on
the mouth. The boy quickly deepened the kiss and practically climbed into the
wolf’s lap. He cupped Stiles’ ass and let him grind down a little bit before
remembering they were in front of a high school.
                “I could just skip today,” Stiles breathed against Peter’s
lips.
                “As tempting as that is, I need to continue my search with
Derek. Otherwise I would gladly take you back to mine and repeat what we did
last night. Perhaps leave the vibrating plug inside you until you cry,” he
growled and Stiles blushed.
                “I can’t wait until I have you in me though. Not that I don’t
enjoy all the toys,” the teenager preened.
                “Soon enough,” Peter kissed him again, “Now, get to class and
be a good boy.”
                “Aren’t I always a good boy?” Stiles snickered.
                “Don’t test me,” Peter pinched his ass as he climbed out of the
car.
                “Love you,” Stiles shouted as he skipped off. Peter shouted it
back as well and watched him enter the building. Scott was there waiting with
Allison and Lydia so Peter relaxed and drove off.
                Lydia rolled her eyes as soon as Stiles joined them, he was
beaming and adjusting his pants, “You’re gross.”
                “Like I haven’t seen you come out of a bathroom hair messed up
and smeared lip gloss with Jackson right behind you smiling like he saw god,”
Stiles shot back.
                “But you two aren’t allowed to do stuff like that,” Scott
reminded.
                “Ugh. We just made out in the car, its not like he blew me,”
Stiles groaned. He did blow me last night though, he thought to himself.
                “I’m just trying to make sure everything is above board,” Scott
sighed.
                “Oh yea. That’s definitely it. It has nothing to do with the
fact that you just don’t like him for some weird reason,” Stiles deadpanned.
                “That’s not it,” Scott pressed.
                “Then what is it? He’s been nothing but patient and respectful.
Its not like he’s pressuring me into anything. You’ve never liked him and I
don’t know why,” Stiles stood firm.
                “It’s true, Scott,” Lydia added.
                “He’s just so much older. It’s weird. He would give you weird
looks and he bosses you around. You deserve someone your age,” Scott relented.
                “First off, yes. He is older. And while that has been a bit
tricky to navigate he has been amazing. Second, he does not boss me around.
Sure, he can be bossy and he is old enough that he gets a little adult-y with
me. But it’s not like he treats me like his kid or anything. And he doesn’t
give me weird looks. He looks at me like I am a person he is in love with and
not allowed to be with. Which might be a very confusing emotion,” the boy
reacted while Lydia rubbed his back. Scott scowled and just marched off.
                “He’ll get over it. I’m not entirely sure why he doesn’t like
him much either,” Allison commented before following.
                “Seriously, when is he going to get past this issue? I’m a
legal adult in just a few days and Peter is going to take me to pound town
whether Scott likes it or not,” Stiles grumbled.
                “Please do not tell me when it happens,” the red head laughed.
                “I hope to be fucked into stupidity to the point where I can’t
manage to work a phone,” he clapped her on the shoulder and she gagged. The
rest of the day was mildly tense, not just because of Scott’s minor outburst
that morning. Stiles felt like he was being watched and every time he turned
around there was no one. After the last class of the day Stiles was hanging
around waiting for Scott to finish up his make-up test that he missed in their
history class the day prior. He was just sitting in the hallway and reading
when he heard someone come down the hallway.
                “Hey, cutie,” e male voice called out. Stiles looked up to see
a boy roughly his age with dark hair and a leather jacket over a Henley. It was
like he was competing in a Derek Hale look-a-like contest.
                “Um, hi?” Stiles quirked.
                “What are you doing hanging around here?” the stranger smiled
down at him.
                “Just waiting for my brother,” Stiles hummed and looked back
down to his book. Before he knew it the guy was eye level with him and smelling
him, “Excuse you,” Stile flailed and pushed him back.
                “I’m Matt and I think you smell delicious,” Matt, apparently,
purred.
                “That’s dandy for you. But I have a mate,” Stiles grimaced at
the audacity this guy had.
                “You don’t smell claimed. I could take care of that for you. I
mean, you smell like you’re just gagging for it,” he leered and then flashed
red eyes at him.
                “You’re an alpha. Great. Go find your own mate. They’re out
there somewhere. That person is not me,” Stiles spat.
                “I’d rather have you,” he hissed. Then he saw two other guys at
the end of the hall, they were twins. He had seen them before but never paid
them any attention, “Come along, pup.”
                “No. Get away from me,” Stile half-shouted.
                “Don’t make me get mean,” Matt warned.
                “Scott!” Stiles screamed before Matt struck him hard on the
side of the head and he coughed and tried to block the blows. He started
chanting to protect himself but Matt punched him in the mouth. Scott was
barreling out of the classroom and growled at the sight of three alpha wolves
in the hallway surrounding a bleeding Stiles.
                “If you know what’s good for you then you’ll just back off. I
am just going to take what I want and leave,” Matt informed and Scott stalked
closer.
                “Get away from my brother. Now,” Scott postured.
                “This piece here is your brother as well as a spark?
Delightful. I want him and I will get him. He would be perfect for my pack. And
for me. He’s got the best lips,” Matt sneered. Scott’s fangs dropped and he
howled so loudly the windows shook. Derek was nearby, he knew that much. Boyd
as well. If Peter had been with Derek then he would have reinforcements soon
enough. But apparently the members of the alpha pack seemed to know that and
the twins lunged at Scott. Matt threw Stiles over his shoulder, but not without
putting up a huge fight. He pulled a knife that swiped Matt’s arm once when the
wolf scratched him back. The knife clattered to the floor and soon Erica was
bounding into the hallway. She joined Scott to fight the twins but he yelled at
her to get Stiles. She tried to make it past but was blocked. Stiles struggled
more and tried to use magic but all his energy seemed to be draining away. His
lip and nose were bleeding, so was his arm in great amounts. He silently pled
for Peter to get there soon because he didn’t want to be anywhere near this
other wolf.
 
                Peter and Derek heard Scott’s howl and sprinted towards the
school. By the time they arrived both Scott and Erica had dispatched the twins,
both tied up and unconscious, and took off towards where Matt had taken Stiles.
Peter noticed the blood trail first and followed his mate’s scent. He was
enraged and barely verbal. Scott had called Melissa and John. Allison met up
with them, as did Chris. Deaton explained that the alpha pack had been reported
in other areas. They would find the mates of rival wolves and usually kill
them. Sometimes they’d torture them first. Talia and Laura, along with their
mates, were on their way to fight off the other alphas and extract Stiles.
Peter was close to going on a rampage when Talia showed up. No one managed to
keep up with Peter as he was boarding on feral.
                “What do we do?” John asked as he cocked his gun.
                “We follow Peter. He will take us right to Stiles. He is going
to be an unrelenting and dangerous force with Stiles as his only focus. His
mate is bleeding and hurt. The only saving grace of that situation is that the
trail is strong and the scent of it is easy to track,” Talia explained. Peter
was barely in their sights as he moved through the woods. Derek could barely
keep up with the older wolf. After getting to the edge of the preserve Peter
found an old barn, the smell of Stiles strong. Ge saw a bloody handprint
smeared along the edge of a smooth rock. He could hear laughing and muffled
screams. Peter burst through the barn door to find Stiles bound and hanging
from some sort of hook. His shirt was torn from his body and there were cuts
all along his chest. Duct tape covered his mouth, blood still dripping from his
nose. The wolf, Matt, approached Stiles again with a knife in his hand.
                “So feisty. Gonna be so much fun. Pity you can’t find it in
yourself to be quiet. I hate covering up that pretty mouth,” Matt placed a kiss
over the tape and Stiles flinched away. There were three other people in the
room, one he recognized as Kali from previous meetings. Another looked like one
of Stiles’ teachers. He could sort out who was who later, he needed to save his
Mate. Once he looked back at Stiles he saw Mat putting his hands all over
Stiles’ chest and stomach, stroking him almost gently.
                “Get your fucking hands off him,” Peter demanded from the barn
entrance.
                “Peter Hale. Nice to meet you,” the brunette woman grinned
darkly.
                “You will return my mate now and your suffering will lessen a
great deal,” Peter growled and moved further into the barn. Stiles was looking
at him through heavy lids, his look pleading.
                “I don’t think so. I like him. Want him for me. Sorry to poach
your boy, but you should have claimed him earlier,” Matt intoned.
                “If you bothered to smell him closely at all you would know
I’ve marked him plenty,” Peter was even closer now. The others circling behind
him as he stared down Matt.
                “That doesn’t matter to me,” Matt sighed, “He’s unclaimed and
so powerful. Once I train him up right he’ll be the perfect pet. I can just
imagine it now; he will serve my pack with his magic and make all the more
fearsome. Then, at night I’ll lay him out on the bed and he will just open up
so pretty for me. Can’t wait to spread those long legs and see what he can do.”
Peter’s eyes flashed and his fangs dropped all the way. He half-shifted and
lunged at Matt. They grappled and clawed at one another. Before the others
could even react Derek and Scott bound into the barn with Erica and Talia
joining. John and Jordan had handcuffed the twin alphas from before with
wolfsbane laced handcuffs and Deaton subdued them with some sort of injection.
Both stood at the edge of the barn. John moved to go get Stiles but Jordan
stopped him, it was too dangerous with the wolves fighting so fiercely. Jordan
watched Derek fight and felt some inappropriate arousal build before stamping
it down. Now was definitely not the time.
                “What do we do?” Allison held up her bow and shot at Matt,
getting him in the shoulder. Chris pat her on the back and held up his gun.
                “We wait. We can’t get in between any of them right now. Once
all the alphas are down no one should touch Stiles except Peter. I may not be a
wolf but I know enough about how they think. Matt tortured that boy and made
some sexual advances from my understanding. Peter is going to need to care for
his mate,” Chris answered.
                “I get it,” Jordan nodded.
                “Lydia and Melissa will be on stand by then. I just want my kid
to be ok. I’m fucking pissed that this happened to him,” John hissed.
                Allison shot another arrow, getting Kali in the chest. Derek
and Erica pulled her arms back and bound them together. Talia and Scott had
their opponent pinned as well. Allison had hand-crafted her bows with mountain
ash and mistletoe so the wolves shot would immediately be wracked with pain and
potentially rendered immobile. The third was subdued expertly by the rest.
Peter was still fighting with Matt. Allison shot an arrow that got wedged in
between his rubs. He growled and Peter pushed him to the ground, twisting the
arrow deeper.
                “You hurt my mate. Now it’s your turn,” Peter scratched across
the other’s face, tearing deep gashes that slowly tried to stitch themselves
up, but Allison’s bow was preventing quick healing.
                “Just finish him, Peter!” Talia shouted.
                “With pleasure,” Peter sneered and tore Matt’s throat out and
broke his neck fast, practically tearing his head from his body. Everyone stood
in shock as Pater hovered over the dead body of the alpha.
                “Peter?” John tested. Peter didn’t look at anyone but Stiles.
His eyes were glowing red and Stiles moaned under the tape. Peter stepped
forward and gingerly peeled it away.
                “Your eyes are red,” Stiles roughly breathed out. Peter untied
his arms and caught him as he fell forward. Peter held him tight and turned to
glare at everyone in the barn with his red eyes.
                “Oh. He’s an alpha now,” Talia stated. Peter scooped Stiles
into his arms and ran out of the barn.
                “Stiles!” Scott shouted and he moved to follow, but Talia
stopped him.
                “No. He is going to heal his mate. You need to let him. He just
became and alpha by killing the one who tried to take his mate. His instincts
are working in overdrive right now. We will check in on them later,” Talia
soothed.
                “But what if he hurts him?” Scott flustered.
                “He won’t,” Derek tilted his head. Chris, John, and Jordan
gathered the living alphas and moved them to the cruiser while Talia got ready
to destroy Matt’s body.
 
                Peter was gingerly carrying Stiles through the woods, the boy
whimpering in his arms. His wolf was desperately clawing in his chest, wanting
to soothe their mate. Peter, covered in blood still, entered his apartment
building from a private entrance. Once the doors closed to the elevator Peter
shifted Stiles in his arms, moving him so that the boy wrapped his legs around
Peter’s waist. Looking up into Peter’s eyes Stiles had to hold back tears. He
was in pain and had been so scared and he was also overwhelmingly overjoyed at
being in his mate’s arms again.
                “Peter,” he whispered. Peter bristled for a minute before
lapping at Stiles’ bloody lips and grabbed his hips tight. When the elevator
doors opened he pushed them through into his apartment and he went straight for
the bathroom. He set Stiles on the counter top and began to strip off what
little clothing he had left before removing his own.
                “You smell like him,” the wolf grumbled.
                “Make me smell like you,” Stiles managed and squeezed his eyes
tight. He was still in pain from all the gashes on his body. Peter was licking
all the blood away around his face and neck before moving down to his torso.
The cuts were sensitive and Peter minded them while pulling pain away. Stiles
was melting to the touch and let Peter move across his skin easing his pain and
letting the wolf scent him.
                “Think you can wash me off in the shower, big guy? Then let me
sleep. Please?” Stiles breathed out.
                “Stiles,” he whined out before lifting him to the tub. He
turned on the water and got in behind him and pulled Stiles into his lap. He
kept licking Stiles’ chest that helped wash all the water away. Stiles could
feel himself slipping and falling asleep in his mate’s arms. Peter’s eyes
hadn’t stopped being red and his wolf was still at the surface trying to care
for the boy. Once all the blood seemed to be gone and the smell more to Peter’s
liking, he turned off the water and carried him to bed. Stiles was long gone
and Peter folded him under the blankets. He prowled around the apartment before
he felt satisfied with the security and then crawled into bed behind Stiles. He
pulled out his phone and shot off a quick message to Talia that Stiles was ok
and he was going to keep him in his home until he felt it was safe.
 
                In the morning Peter woke up to find himself rocking against
Stiles’ exposed backside. His fangs had dropped slightly and he was dragging
them across the back of the boy’s neck. His hand was kneading the flesh of his
ass and spreading the cheeks slightly. He looked down at his opening, it was
clenching and opening. Peter stifled a growl as he imagined fucking into it.
The wolf was close to the surface again. The urge to claim his mate was strong
and he didn’t think he could keep it at bay. He brushed his thumb over the
opening and Stiles gasped.
                “Mmmmm, are you awake? Baby boy?” Peter kissed his shoulders
and let his body lay flat against Stiles’ back.
                “Yes,” Stiles moaned, “What are you doing?”
                “I’m going to claim you. I need – I need to take you. Need my
mate,” Peter’s voice was rough.
                “But I’m not 18 yet,” Stiles breathed out, wanting Peter’s
hands everywhere.
                “Don’t care. Almost lost you,” he said in a low voice and
brought a hand to Stile’s chin and turned his face to kiss him. Stiles opened
his mouth and eagerly and let Peter take control. He felt Peter’s hand holding
his hip and pulling it forward, a finger moving to circle his rim. Toying with
it and teasing the boy beneath him. He then shoved his fingers into Stiles’
mouth, “Suck,” and Stiles did. Peter thrust against the globe of Stiles’ ass
while h felt the boy’s tongue wrapped around his two fingers and suck them in,
coating them liberally. Peter pulled them back out and then shoved them into
Stiles’ opening without pretense. Stiles moaned and bucked against the
mattress.
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                He worked him roughly, but with enough gentleness as to not
hurt his already vulnerable mate. He added a third finger and scissored him
open more. When he pulled his fingers out and bent down to lick around the
opening, breaching him slightly with his tongue. Stiles whined and started
begging.
                “Please, Peter. Fuck. Please,” he whimpered.
                “Yes,” he growled and pulled back. He spat in his hand and
slicked up his cock. He pressed the tip against his rim and slowly pressed in.
Inch by inch he moved forward until he was fully seated. He paused to feel the
tight heat around him before pulling back and thrusting in again. He was going
to lose himself fast inside his mate. Stiles was moaning and making these small
noises that Peter loved.
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                “Harder,” Stiles gasped. Peter immediately obliged and began
fucking into him with more force. Stiles began fucking back and Peter almost
howled at the sight. He pulled the hips more flushed and had Stiles in his lap.
The boy began to bounce on his cock and arch his back. Peter loved it. His mate
was voracious and sexy and he was struggling to keep in control. He grabbed
Stile’s cock and started stroking it in time with their thrusts. Stiles threw
his head back and Peter bit down on the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
Stiles shouted and started to cum in hot bursts. Peter thrust up hard one more
time and started spilling out deep inside his mate. His knot swelled and caught
on the rim, tying them together. Stile moaned and rotated his hips putting
pressure on the knot and Peter moaned out, biting him again. Stiles almost fell
forward, but Peter caught him and laid them forward on the bed. He kissed up
the back of Stiles’ neck and the hairline.
                “God, I love you,” Peter said against his skin.
                “Love you too, alpha,” Stiles chuckled. Peter growled at the
term and tried to bury him deeper.
                “You’re amazing,” the wolf pressed.
                “You’re pretty amazing too. So good. Take such good care of
me,” Stiles murmured into the pillow.
                “I’d wait another 12 years for you, you know,” Peter revealed.
                “Would not,” Stiles scoffed.
                “I would. I am so lucky to have had you for so long,” he
replied lovingly.
                “I feel the same way,” the younger wiggled beneath Peter. He
thrust slightly again and Stiles sucked in a breathed and clenched around
Peter’s knot again. They continued this motion until Peter began to cum again.
Stiles milked it all out of him and rut against the bed.
                “Are you in much pain,” Peter inquired, “I am afraid I might
have been a little rough. My wolf was insistent.”
                “I’m a little sore but the cuts don’t even hurt anymore. I can
breathe through my nose fine too,” Stiles answered.
                “Good. Once this knot goes down I will make you some breakfast.
Then you are not to move from this bed for the rest of the day unless I’m
carrying you,” he pet Stiles’ hair.
                “Gonna baby me, huh?” Stiles sighed with a smile.
                “Yep. You were abducted and assaulted yesterday. I get to baby
you,” the older man pulled the blanket up over their bodies and rolled so that
they were spooning, “Was your first time everything you imagined?”
                “So good. So so so good. Loved waking up to you playing with
me. If that’s a kink then I have it,” he smirked.
                “It is a kink and I am more than happy to indulge. I look
forward to discovering everything that gets you going,” Peter peppered kisses
on Stiles’ shoulder.
                “What if I like something you hate? Or if you like something I
hate?” Stiles wondered.
                “Well, that is somewhat unlikely given that were are soulmates.
But, should that happen, we will navigate carefully. We will be discovering
most of them together since I have only ever had sex with you,” Peter answered.
                “Hmmm, that sounds like fun. We should start that later today,”
Stiles turned his face to kiss Peter’s jaw and make marks that would only fade.
                “We should probably see your parents this afternoon. So they
know you’re ok. But after that we can definitely come back here. I think you
have earned skipping school tomorrow,” Peter nosed his face and let himself be
kissed by the bruised lips.
                “Yes. I want to play hooky by spending all day fucking you,”
Stiles moaned.
                “Sounds like the perfect day,” Peter smiled.
                “Will we have to tell my dad that we mated?” Stiles tensed.
                “Not really. But Derek and Scott will be able to smell it. And
I don’t think Scott will keep that to himself. But I doubt your father will
arrest me given that your birthday is only in 3 days and that yesterday was a
particularly trying day for us both. Scott will absolutely hate it though,”
Peter almost grinned at the thought of Scott’s disgusted face.
                “I don’t know why he dislikes you. I think you’re tops,” the
spark giggled and tugged on Peter’s hair.
                “Well, I can’t sway him anymore than I already have. If saving
your life isn’t enough then he can go eat a dick for all I care,” Peter
informed.
                “So mature,” Stiles sighed.
                “My knot is down enough that I can slip out now. Any meal
requests?” Peter ran his fingers down Stiles’ side and nuzzled him in the neck.
                “Banana pancakes, scrambled eggs, sausage, some fruit, and
maybe hasbrowns,” Stiles listed.
                “Good lord. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were a
wolf now. That’s more than I eat for breakfast,” Peter teased as he slowly
eased out of the boy.
                “Hey, I’m still growing. And I was just properly fucked. I
earned a huge breakfast,” he turned and pulled Peter down into a deep and
searing kiss.
                “I suppose,” Peter feigned distress. He climbed off the bed and
made his way towards the kitchen before Stiles stopped him.
                “Wait! Carry me to the living room. I want to watch you cook
for me,” he reached towards his mate.
                “Good thing I love you,” Peter rolled his eyes in humor before
happily carrying him to the living room. He tucked him under the blanket and
handed him the remote control for the television as well as the playstation
controller. He bought it specifically so Stiles could play when he visited and
they wanted to just stay in. He would never admit to it but he spoiled Stiles a
little, buying almost every game he mentioned being fond of.
                He smiled to himself every time he glanced up to see Stiles
sorting through Netflix as he worked dutifully in the kitchen. Despite the
night prior he was exceedingly happy. He claimed his mate and they would
probably get married after he graduated. Or earlier, if Stiles wanted. He
remembered the sinking feeling he had right after he realized how very young
his mate was when they first met. Now he can’t feel anything other than
elation. There were likely to be more trials as time went on, but they were
likely to be able to handle them. Especially given what they have endured so
far. He flipped a pancake and grinned when he heard Stiles laughing in the
living room.    
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