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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Stiles_Stilinski/Original_Male_Character(s), Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Stiles_Cousin_Miguel, Cousin_Miguel's_twin_Carlos,
      Original_Characters, Derek_Hale, Extended_Stilinski_Family, Mama
      Stilinski, Sheriff_Stilinski, Scott_McCall, Allison_Argent, Jackson
      Whittemore, Lydia_Martin, Danny_Mahealani, Chris_Argent
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Sibling_Incest, Cousin_Incest, Jealousy, Possessive_Behavior,
      Marking, Scent_Marking, Biting, Knotting, Might_Become_Mpreg, I_Don't
      Even_Know, Alternate_Universe, Alternate_Canon, Stiles_isn't_the_virgin
      everyone_thinks_he_is, Stiles_is_more_then_he_seems, The_twins_are_bikers
      and_they_wear_leather, Derek_gets_jealous, Dark-verse, Stiles's_family_is
      dangerous, There_is_more_lurking_in_the_dark_then_Werewolves_and_hunters,
      Not_Beta_Read, Stream_of_Consciousness, it_is_what_it_is, What_is_this
      grammar_you_speak_of?, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Magic, Light_BDSM
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-10-14 Updated: 2013-06-12 Chapters: 6/? Words: 12820
****** Honey and Sulphur ******
by Mystify
Summary
     Stiles's cousin's come to visit and everyone's knowledge of him gets
     turned on its head. (Better summary coming at some point)
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** sacred flesh and naked eye *****
Stiles couldn't help it, the name had slipped off his tongue before he could
stop it; it wasn't his fault that Derek Hale had a slight passing resemblance
to his Cousin and the scowl wasn't helping at all. Miguel was an acquired
taste, he was a serious man by nature but with something wild barely leashed.
All of Stiles's memory of him were of a soft even voice that was full of
conviction and knowledge, of heat, savagery and wild abandon. His whole
personality was even, steady, calm, some would say placid and then quickly fix
that perception with one look at Miguel's eyes, he was always good at seemingly
being human until he spoke or you caught his eyes. Those dark near black eyes
were always fierce, focused and predatory where as Miguel's twin Carlos was the
near opposite. Sure they shared a face, a stance, height everything but it was
the eyes that differentiated them, kept them as singular entities while being
twins.
Where as Miguel barely kept his predator soul leashed and hidden from the
world, Carlos was all about control, nothing slipped not in his eyes as they
watched you, not in his voice as he spoke. He was better suited to slipping
under the radar or Hunters, able to play prey easily. He had been the one to
teach Stiles how best to go undetected by those around him, because even though
Humans instincts were no where near as sharp as they once were their hind brain
still whispered to some about the predator near by and once spooked the game
was all over.
So it had been an accident to call Derek Miguel but it wasn't like he meant to
do it and it wasn't like Miguel and Carlos would come to Beacon Hills any time
soon. Plus it wasn't like Danny believed him anyways about Derek being his
cousin but the goalie was enjoying the show and was still doing the favor they
asked of him so all in all Win-Win!
Of course he's never lucky like that, nope because as soon as he thinks about
Miguel and Carlos its like a signal for them to show up and just mess up all
his well laid plans. Normally he would meet up with his cousin's in the summer
months, travel down to New Orleans to spend time with his mothers side of the
family; but he had screwed up, he had thought about them. Thought about them,
dreamed about them and called them to him during the middle of the year after
getting his best friend unintentionally bit by a werewolf and now having to
deal with a murderous Alpha, a cranky sourwolf out to stop said murderous Alpha
who turned out to be said sourwolf's uncle; keep his best friend alive all the
while not getting himself killed or found out.
Which was going to be even harder to do with Miguel and Carlos showing up
because he had called out to them with out meaning too. But then again having
to wait ten months to see his cousins, to see his lovers was horrible so it
wasn't like they could blame him. Hell Stiles couldn't think of any healthy
sixteen year old guy blaming him for missing near constant sex, sure they would
have to prefer cock to have two male lovers but it wasn't like any sixteen year
old would begrudge sex.
So he had been sitting in his last block class waiting for the bell to signal
the end of the school day, he was tired, sore and just wanted one night where
nothing crept out of the shadows to threaten the people of Beacon Hills. He
kept glancing to the clock, pencil tapping against his binder as he counted
down the seconds when the unmistakable sound of two motorbikes rumbled through
the quiet parking lot. Blinking he turns to look but a) he was too far from the
windows, b) while they were open they were facing the end of the parking lot.
Giving a huff he slouches deeper into his chair as he once more glances towards
the clock, it was Friday come on time speed up just five more minutes and he
would be free to head home and crash on the couch and watch an endless stream
of TV before playing some games or something. All but crowing and jumping out
of his chair, he sweeps his books into his backpack, ignoring the shout of the
teacher as he hurries through the halls to get outside. He wanted a weekend to
himself not having to fallow Scott, watch and listen to him moon over Allison,
not being thrown into walls by Derek.
He was out the door with a laugh as he slings his book bag over his shoulder,
turning to head to where he parked his jeep when two arms slid about his waist.
Sucking in a breath Stiles freezes eyes widening at the feel of a large hard
body pressing to his. "Hello baby cousin." Came a dark purr into the skin
behind his ear as the hands grip his waist tightly.
"Miguel." He breathes out as he starts to turn his head only to stop at the
feel of sharp teeth pressing into the sensitive skin. Swallowing thickly as a
shiver slides through him, he lets his eyes slip close as he breaths in the
dark scent of the older man even knowing that his classmates are going to be
staring at them, whispering to themselves about this.
"Hola Cielo." Came the second greeting from the bottom of the stairs where
Carlos was waiting arms crossed in front of his chest, long legs stretched out
in front of him as he leans against his parked bike.
"Hola Carlos." He says back giving his other cousin a little embarrassed wave
as the other man chuckles low in his throat. Flushing darkly he wiggles and
shrugs his shoulders trying to get out of Miguel's hold, while his cousin
rumbles at him.
"Come on brother let Stiles go, we need to head out anyways. Stile's your
riding with me, we'll come get your jeep later but we want to catch up
somewhere private yeah?" Carlos says as he glares at Miguel while his twin
grumbles and pouts but concedes to letting Stiles go so they could head out.
Stiles lets of a soft sigh as another shiver slides down his back at the
absence of Miguel's warmth but knowing that sooner then later he's be sweating
between his cousins. Ignoring the continued chatter behind him he hurries to
slide behind Carlos, conceding to the helmet before wrapping his arms around
his eldest cousin's waist.
***** far from innocent or frail *****
Stiles presses as close as he could to Carlos's back while his hands absently
stroke at the older mans tense stomach. It had been too long since he had been
near them, had his hands on them, had the scent of them surrounding him; it
always surprised him how much he could miss them. They weren't mates, he wasn't
the submissive they were looking for to complete their triangle, so to miss
them as much as he did was always a surprise, the way it punched him in the gut
and helped ease the hole inside him but not fill it. Chewing on his bottom lip
under the helmet he muffles a low whine even as his hands fist Carlos's shirt
tightly, nails lengthening marginally to tug at the fabric.
In someways he wished they were his and he theirs it would make things easier
in the end, they had been together since he was twelve and his first heat had
hit him out of no where just days after his birthday while in New Orleans for
the summer. They were there for him when ever he needed it, willing to drop
everything and come to him when he called to them over the bond they had forged
over the years. The bond wasn't the perfect bond of true mates like Miguel and
Carlos had with each other, it didn't allow for them to speak telepathically
even over long distances, it didn't allow them to share dreams, memories or
anything like that with Stiles but it allowed them to have a feel of one
another, allowed them to know when he needed them. It was something subtle
between them like how he always carried a subtle hint of their scent on him no
matter how many months went by.
It made him feel always safe no matter if he was running for his life, which
was something he couldn't quiet wrap his head around to be honest but it was
something he wasn't willing to give up not till he had his mate and that
perfect bond. For now he was theirs and that was all that mattered not the
fucked up biology of their people, not the dynamics of their kind, nothing
mattered except he had called and they had came; came for him, to him. Sure the
dynamics and the completely inequality between Dominants and submissive's
completely pissed him off and agitated him especially right before he went into
heat or when he spent actual time thinking on it. But otherwise it was just an
aspect of them and their family, his Tante and Uncle understood hell they were
happy and content that Miguel and Carlos were their for him otherwise they
would have had to search for a Dominant that was acceptable to him for each
heat.
"Stop pouting over who you are Cielo, it is what it is. You are a submissive, a
treasure to our people, yes you are not ours but you might as well be." Miguel
snarls making Stiles startle having not realized they had reached the motel
they were staying at or that he had made a distressed sound from low in his
chest. Blinking he looks around before eyes locking on the Dominant cousin who
had already parked his bike and was stalking over to him and Carlos. "We will
not let you go easily, you bare our scent, our marks, our bond. Your destined
will have to be strong enough, good enough to take you from us or we will never
part from you." He rumbles out, voice more growl then anything else as he
stands tall before him, fangs bared and eyes glittering gold over laid onto
black.
Mouth going dry Stiles quickly takes off his helmet so he could look up into
Miguel's glittering eyes, he couldn't help but let out the soft little sound
from the back of his throat while slipping easily from the back of the
motorbike, head tilting to the side slightly to bare throat. He wasn't
surprised about how possessive his cousins were, Dominants rivaled Wolves with
their territorial displays over what they saw as theirs and Stiles would
continue to belong to his cousins till the day his destined showed up to
challenge their claim or their destined showed up to take his place. Even if
their submissive showed up first it wouldn't change the fact that Stiles was
theirs, it would mean they were no longer lovers, he would no longer share a
bond with them but he had belonged to them since he was a child. If their
Submissive came then they would worry about a substitute mate for his heats,
they would still protect him, covet him and love him as he was a submissive of
their house and till his mate shows he was theirs.
Licking his lips Stiles takes a step forwards, reaching out easily to hook his
index fingers into Miguel's belt loops, eyes still locked as he presses against
the older man. He once more tilts his head to the side baring throat, letting
his eyes drift shut in submission; a shudder rolls down his spine as Miguel
growls, his hands coming up to grip his hips tightly. Stiles can feel the other
mans claws pulling at the weave of his jeans making his arch up as damp breath
ghosts against his throat.
"Come on you guys lets take this inside before the manager calls the sheriffs
office and we all get in shit with John." Carlos says as he glances away from
the sight of his brother and cousin to glance to the thankfully still empty
managers office because as much as Stiles liked to think he was invisible he
really wasn't. People noticed him, not in the way they noticed the Lydia Martin
girl who Stiles pretended to lust after with her obvious good looks, no they
noticed him because of the subtle sensuousness about him. The curve of his
lips, the length of his throat, the way his eyes were wide doe eyes of seeming
innocence, the subtle delicate look of him no matter that he was well corded
with muscle. No their cousin could think he was invisible all he wanted but to
anyone with eyes open enough too look and truly see he was anything but.
Opening the Hotel door he hold it open while watching Miguel herd their smaller
cousin inside, a smirk curving his lips; once Stiles was through the door he
reaches out to pull his twin to him, bumping foreheads together lightly before
slanting his lips against Miguel's. The kiss is quick and soft, they will hold
back their passion till they had their lover clean and loose between them, once
he was nothing but an all but keening mass then they would indulge themselves.
Stiles smelled of werewolf, it clung to him like a wet blanket along with the
deodorant and body spray masking his true scent.
"After we get him back to smelling like ours we can interrogate him as too when
werewolves have returned to Beacon Hills and if we deem it too unsafe then we
will talk to Uncle John about moving to New Orleans." Carlos whispers to Miguel
who nods his head while the sounds of Stiles stripping reaches their ears.
"Yes, once he is showered, once we have taken him twice or more then we will
get the answers. The family have missed them and the kit is such a social
creature he's not treasured enough here." Miguel rumbles as his hand slides
along his twins side and thigh before he slips into the room.
"What were you two whispering about out there?" Stiles asks from where he was
standing bared to the world in the middle of the motel room, pale mole marked
skin on display for them, eyes bright and wide though his pupil was slowly over
taking amber. They watch as he licks his lips while looking at them, as he
sucks in a deep breath scenting them, watch as a shudder rolls through him and
his slowly hardening cock gives a twitch.
"Nothing much Cielo, just our plans for you. Now why don't you start the shower
as we get undressed hmm?" Miguel says while it was worded as a question his
tone of voice made it clear the order it was. They watch unable to help the
pleased rumbles as Stiles reacts instantly, back straightening, posture
correcting itself as he turns easily on is heel. The way Stiles looses all hint
of being clumsy, his innate sense of balance giving him a sensual stride as he
walks to the bathroom.
***** night is rife with celebration *****
Chapter Summary
     So because the tags are getting dreadfully long I've decided that
     each chapter will have their own listings of kinks, warnings and such
     if it is necessary. Also If any of my readers are wanting a specific
     kink please don't hesitate to Ask or suggest! As you can see from the
     kinks below I am very much shameless.
     Chapter 3: Spit-roasting, Knotting, Somnophilia, Face fucking, Rough
     Gagging, Rough play and aggressive marking
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Miguel waited till Stiles was in the bathroom, door shut and the water started
going before turning to look at his twin, licking his lips he was already
reaching out, claws extended to rip at his brothers shirt. "I want to watch you
face fuck him, I want to hear him gag on it while I'm deep in side him. I wont
knot him till you've had a turn in him Cheri, its a very good thing we talked
to Uncle John before hand isn't it? I've got so many plans for tonight." He
purrs as he tugs his lover closer to him, claws leaving red marks along
Carlos's skin.
"I expect for you too tell me your plans later renmen, but enough teasing now
the Kit is waiting for us in the bathroom and no doubt well on his way to
coming." Carlos says voice deepening as he reaches out to hurriedly start
undressing his twin.
"You speak truth love." Miguel sighs with a shake of his head before he returns
the favor and quickly undresses the other man, once they were both naked,
clothes strewn on the floor intermingling with Stiles's they head to the
bathroom. The obviously newly renovated bathroom was already filled with steam,
the mirror and window fogged with it. Under the spay in the shower stood their
cousin who was watching them with amber and crimson eyes, his hand slowly
stroking his length that was leaking copiously. "Who said you could touch what
is ours little one?" He growls out as they both slide into the barely large
enough shower but it wouldn't be a problem soon enough, they wouldn't be in
here very long just long enough to get Stiles scent cleared.
"Neither of you said I couldn't." Stiles snarks back eyebrow arched as he tilts
his head back, mouth falling open in a pant, pale skin flushing with the heat
of the water and need. The bathroom was filled with his pheromones along with
the steam, it was pouring off his skin as he arches his back showing off as his
hand continued to slide slowly along the length of his cock.
"You know better then this Kit, now take your hand off your dick before I
decided that you wont be coming till dawn. I'll keep you hard and leaking,
straining against the ring binding it in the need to come." Miguel whispers as
he moves to press close to the smaller boy, the palms of his hands against the
tile of the shower, eyes staring down into the dilated ones of the younger boy,
holding his gaze till Stiles lowers his eyes and tilts his head to the side
barring his throat with a soft little sound. Leaning in he scrapes long canines
along the boys collar bone leaving four lines of red, two above and two below
the bone.
The moan that fell from Stiles's lips was loud and barely contained telling
them how close he was to coming even with his hand no long stroking his length,
it was in the way his body stiffened, jaw clenching and the shudder that rolled
through him but his hands were pressed against the tiles, fingers splayed and
claws barely contained.
"There's my good boy. Now you are going to hold off from coming till we are
done we will get you a ring once we are out of the shower but since you are
such a well behaved boy I'll let you come when we do." He says lowly as he
reaches up with one hand to stroke Stiles's cheek gently while Carlos starts
lathering up a cloth with their preferred soap. Once more scenting the air a
smirk pulls at Miguel's lips as he looks down at their panting cousin. "Look at
you Kit, I bet if I were to press a finger to you, you'd be dripping for me, so
ready that I could lift you up and just push my cock in no stretching needed
and its not even mating season yet. Were months away from your heat but your
already soaked for us aren't you, you need us that much." He rumbles out in
delight not bothering with holding back his claws as his skin ripples with the
barely contained shift. Black and copper banding showing up along his skin
before fading away while a soft sound falls from Carlos as his heavy panting
shows how close his twin was too loosing his control as well. They were on a
hair trigger, so desperate for one another that it was getting dangerous to be
in such a tight space with Stiles still smelling of others while so ready and
leaking.
Reaching out he snags the soapy cloth with a low growl, leaning in he slants
his mouth over Stiles's, licking into his mouth hungrily, swallowing the boys
moan easily while his hands quickly set about washing the pale mole marked
skin. Tongue slid against tongue, the taste of copper mixing in with the taste
of Stiles as fangs scraped lips and tongues as the kiss deepens. Pulling away
from the kiss with a growl he concentrates on washing their boy while Carlos
presses close his hands caressing them both as he helps wash Stiles as well.
Every now and then they would pause to rinse off the soap to scent their
younger cousin too see if he still smelt of dog.
"Fuck finally, come on kit out of the shower." Miguel rumbles as he tosses the
wet cloth onto the floor of the shower as he shifts to turn of the spray,
turning to his brother he hauls him close for a quick rough kiss, teeth
clashing, fighting each other for dominance till Carlos lets him in with a
moan, a shudder rolling down his spine. They don't pull apart till they hear
Stiles's soft whine of need, looking at their baby cousin they smirk at the
sight of him. "Carlos take him out to the room, get a ring on him I want him
properly attired and with your cock gagging him by the time I'm done cleaning
up in here." Miguel says slowly making Carlos groan at his words, his cock
twitch at the images it brings to mind. He watches as Carlos easily picks
Stiles up hands careful not to touch anything over sensitive, careful not to
tease as he carries their cousin out of the fogged up bathroom. Once the door
was shut he leans his forehead against the cool tile as his skin continues to
ripple and his fangs gnash together, there had been something about the scent
clinging to the Kit that had his hackles rising and it wasn't just the fact
that it was the scent of werewolf. But the scent had been to faded, too clouded
by the scents of school and the crush of unwashed bodies for him to get a good
whiff of it.
Breathing out slowly he lets his body calm down a bit, the base of his cock
loosing some of its thickness from his knot that had started to form. Shaking
his head he chuckles softly before leaning down and wringing out the clothes
they had used, tossing them over the shower bar to dry he steps out of the
shower to fallow his lovers into the other room.
"Did you soundproof the room?" He asks from the door way of the bathroom, voice
light and seemingly unaffected by the sight of Stiles on his knees ass in the
air, cock heavy and ringed between his legs and still leaking precome, the way
his thighs were marked by glistening trails of his own juice he was so wet for
them; unaffected by the sounds Stiles was making around his brothers cock as he
bobs his head quickly up and down Carlos's length.
"Yes..." Came the hissing reply from his twin as Carlos's hand grips the back
of Stiles's neck nails digging into the skin to still him before his hips start
to thrust, face-fucking the boy violently fast. The sounds of gagging and
slurping filling the room as Carlos presses up while keeping Stiles's head
still his mouth pressed tight to the his brothers pelvis bone as he grinds his
cock in. Licking his lips Miguel nods his head before walking over to the bed,
his hand reaching out to tug on Stiles bound cock roughly before palming his
heavy balls.
"Good." He says softly before leaning in and breathing in the rich earthy scent
of their cousin before opening his mouth and lapping at the boys weeping,
fluttering hole. Miguel wanted nothing more then to make Stiles go mindless
with pleasure, will the room with his sounds: screams, moans, whimpers, whines,
gasps, pants, keens, he wanted all of it. He wanted them to reverberate against
the walls as they took him till he passed out, he wanted the bed soaked with
their essence and their scents to cling to the walls. The gasp that fell from
Stiles lips as Carlos pulls his cock from the boys mouth before he started to
couch and rasp for breath made him shudder with pleasure and his cock jerk.
Miguel could just picture their kits face, mouth slack, lips bruised and
stained crimson, eyes glassy with pleasure and hazed over, cheeks flushed.
Groaning himself he stabs his tongue into Stiles slack hole making the boy moan
loudly only to be gagged once more by Carlos's thick cock.
"Miguel m' Aimé get your cock in him now I want to feel you push him down onto
me." Carlos groans out as he reaches out with his free hand to touch his
brother as he watches Miguel continue to lick into Stiles. "You can clean him
out tomorrow once we have had him again." He says softly as he slowly starts to
thrust into Stiles's mouth, the boys breath whistling slightly through his
noses as he relaxes his throat to easily take Carlos's length.
"As you wish my own." Miguel says softly as he shifts his stance to line up his
cock with their lover's loose hole, it glistened so beautifully from the
wetness and his saliva. He's barely pressing the tip of his length into the
smaller boy and already a low whine has sounded from Stiles, hips wiggling and
trying to press back into him. His hand lifts and comes down swiftly with out
any real conscious thought from him and spanks the boy hard on the ass. "You
know better Kit, hold still or we will tie you to the bed and leave you for a
while." He snaps, claws digging into the round flesh of Stiles's ass gripping
it as he makes it jiggle before thrusting in hard, dragging his hand down he
watches as his nails cut the delicate skin easily, he watches as they heal
slowly closing up but leaving long red welts in their place.
Miguel takes his time sinking into the all encompassing heat of the smaller boy
with a groan as his eyes flutter shut at the grip of Stiles's ass on his
length. Sucking in a breath once he was in to the hilt, looking up he glances
to his brother before reaching out with one hand to pull Carlos into a quick
kiss as they had Stiles sandwiched between them. "Fuck he feels so good." He
breathes out against his twins lips before leaning back so he could start
moving with in Stiles, looking down he watches their cousins head head bob
along Carlos's length. Licking at his dry lips he lets his nails scrape and cut
into the boys pale skin, knowing the cuts would heal only to leave red marks
for a few days. Being able to control how much they healed and how fast was
still something he enjoyed playing with, especially as it allowed them to mark
Stiles any way they wanted, because Stiles would heal them just enough to stop
them from bleeding but let his skin stay bruised, welted and scratched.
He let them use him any way they wanted, he gave them complete control over his
body, he trusted them with everything he was and while they would mark him,
bite him; hell nearly abuse him in their use of him, they would never go over
the line he set, never hurt him. They loved him too much to abuse the trust
they were given, his complete submission too them here in this room, in any
place they made their den was a beautiful thing. Stiles was perfect he would be
some Dominants perfect mate but for now they were the lucky ones to have him in
this way, have him under them, have him needing them and wanting them to the
point of desperation.
His hips snap forwards with a snarl his pace picks up, hands griping the boys
hip in a tight bruising grip as he keeps his harsh quick pace, the rhythm
wouldn't allow his knot to grow, but it would get the boy near to begging and
his brother close to his own completion. Miguel watches as Carlos grasps
Stiles's wrists in a harsh grip while pinning them to the bed even as he pulls
his cock out of the boys panting mouth. He watches as Carlos takes his cock in
hand lifting it out of the way while forcing their cousins head down to his
balls. No words passed any of their lips too busy enjoying the sight before
them and the sounds that fell from those bruised and flushed lips, no one was
more beautiful and tempting then Stiles was when he was like this, pure
unadulterated sin in the way he gave his body over to the desire and need that
flowed in his veins.
Glancing down he watches as his cock slides slickly in and out of Stiles's
stretched hole, watches as the boys ass flushes red and the hole puffs up at
the continued use, baring his teeth he growls low in his throat at the sight.
He couldn't wait to press himself deep and lock himself there as his come fills
Stiles up, couldn't wait to hear the soft needy little whines that would fall
from his lips at the feel of his come. It never changed in all their years
together Stiles would always push back onto him and whine and wiggle as Miguel
would come in him as if he couldn't get enough of being filled with his seed,
as if he needed it more then anything else in the world at that moment. Who
couldn't get addicted to being needed so badly, so desperately? Stiles destined
was a lucky man to say the least.
Snarling he pulls back and out of the boy quickly fangs bared savagely as he
pants and gasps his knot starting to form at his base, hands gripping Stiles's
hip as he leans over his back biting hard at the skin, scrapping his fangs over
it as he pants and fights for control over himself. "Take him brother, I want
to see your come slipping out of him before I push it back in with my cock,
before I knot him." He rumbles out as he pulls away fully moving to lay beside
Stiles, who was sucking desperately at Carlos's cock as if it was the only
thing that could save him. Leaning in he presses a few soft kisses to the boys
shoulder as he slips down the full length of his twins cock straight to the
base with a hungry noise in the back of his throat. Glancing up he smirks at
the rough sound that came from his twin who's eyes were wide and glittering
silver over black as he fights not to come down their boys throat.
"That's enough Kit, pull off. You'll have his cock in you soon enough." Miguel
whispers into Stiles's ear as his hand slides down the boys back in a gentling
matter, he watches as the boy slowly eases off Carlos's length only to pull off
completely with a pop from how hard he had been sucking. The gasp that was
ripped from his twins throat while his hips make an aborted buck as if trying
to get back into Stiles's mouth made him chuckle. Lifting his head up he
breaths in the thick air of the room their scent was cloying and heady enough
to choke them, pulling it deep in to his lungs with a rumble of pleasure as he
shifts in his position so he could watch his twin take Stiles.
Stretching out on the rumpled bed he relaxes while slowly stroking his own
straining cock as Carlos's hands stroke over Stile's skin, soothing him and
just touching him. They both touched Stiles in the same manner as if he would
shatter beneath them as if he was something so precious that could break at the
barest minimum of force, while the complete opposite was truth. Yes he was
precious and worth more then gold but he had a strength to him that was hard to
match by anyone that they had yet to meet.
The sight before him was one of his favorite to watch, the way Stiles would
toss his head back, baring his throat to the both of them, the way he would
brace himself on the bed pushing back onto the bruising thrusts demanding more,
the way his mouth was always open sounds spilling from him filling the room
with them. The way Carlos's hands were never still, never settling down on one
part of the boy, caressing, gripping, hauling, tugging, the way his teeth would
clench, his hips would thrust then slowly circle deeper into the boy. The way
they would move together easily, so in harmony even in this intimate act, the
way their eyes would lock, silver on black meeting amber and crimson more
animal then human in their need of one another. Tan skin slapping against pale
mole marked and bruised skin, the sound of it joining their grunts, moans and
keens to fill the air. It wouldn't last long they had spent too much time
waiting, wanting, needing and teasing but they had all night; they would nap
for a bit before waking to start round two sometime well before dawn.
Carlos let out a howl as he lunges forwards jaws opening as he bites down hard
onto Stiles shoulder, fangs digging deep into flesh and muscle as he comes,
hips stuttering as he continues to thrust to push his come deeper into the boy
under him who with a loud yelp of his own gave into a shuddering dry orgasm;
his cock jerking and slapping at his stomach. A low keening whine sounds
moments later as Carlos continues to roll his hips, panting heavily around
Stiles's shoulder as he continues to come, his own body shuddering with it.
Slowly he carefully pulls his fangs out of their boy's shoulder, his lips and
fangs stained red from the bite that was already healing and bruising
spectacularly. Still gasping, Carlos tilts his head back as his hands slide
slowly up and down Stiles's back to sooth him as he gently pulls his softening
cock out of him, pulling away he nearly collapses on the other side of the boy.
Reaching out he turns Stiles head so they could look at each other, smiling
softly Carlos's caresses Stiles's face from forehead to chin.
"Perfect as ever ti Aimé." Carlos murmurs as he pulls Stiles into a soft kiss
the barest brush of lips while sharing breath, neither jump as the bed moves as
Miguel slips from it to, neither stop the tender kiss as the other man shifts
Stiles into a move comfortable position. A hand presses gently between the boys
shoulder blades allowing him to pillow his head on them and Carlos's chest with
a sigh. Miguel gently eases him down so that his legs weren't so wide spread
but pressed together loosely and stretched out more then firmly rested on his
knees. Frowning slightly Miguel reaches up and snags a pillow to put under the
boy's hip to help keep him in position while taking the pressure off his knees.
Once he had Stiles where he wanted him, he reaches out and spreads the boys
cheeks watching as his brothers thick release slowly starts to trickle out of
the boy, crouching down Miguel couldn't resist the need to taste as he licks up
that first slow trickle of come. Groaning at the taste he stands back up before
crawling over the boy.
"Going to breed you now little one, going to knot you good." He rumbles into
Stiles's ear smirking at the needy keen that fell from the boy and the way he
pushes his ass up higher. Lowering his head Miguel licks at a trail of nearly
dried blood on the boys shoulder before sitting up so he was straddling their
cousin's thighs, once more spreading his cheeks he uses his cock head to push
another trickle of come back into the boy. "Your so beautiful, so perfect,
going to make you come so hard baby, going to make you scream." Miguel
continues to talk as he slowly pushes his length into the boys stretched and
hot opening, he groans at the feel of his brother come coating his length.
The pace was quick and furious, both of them desperate to come, both of them
needing it badly. Stiles was pushing back onto him just as angrily, rolling his
hips and rocking back and forth to get his knot to form quickly. Groaning
Miguel smirks before slipping his hand underneath their cousin, finding the
cock ring easily. "Going to make you come now." He murmurs into Stiles's ear
and quickly releases the ring as he pounds into the boys prostate. The scream
that fell from the younger man was hoarse and rough as his body shudders at the
sudden intense orgasm that hits him, groaning himself Miguel stops thrusting
breathing through the clenching of the boys hole around his cock. It was so
tight he couldn't help the small aborted thrusts needing to move but he didn't
want to come right yet, he wanted Stiles loose and pliant underneath him. So he
waits as his own breathing eases and he wasn't so close to loosing control,
waits as Stiles's body slowly goes limp under him, the clench of his hands
easing and the tension in his shoulders fading.
"Jesus brother I think you just over loaded him, I think he passed out from
that one." Carlos murmurs softly as he strokes his hand over Stiles's head
gently. His eyes gentle as he watches the boy who was using his chest as a
pillow.
"Fuck." Miguel swears as his claws prick at Stiles's hips as he can't hold
himself back, his knot is too thick and he needs to come, this wouldn't be the
first time he's finished while the boy was passed out but it would be the first
time where he wasn't knotted to him already. Slumping forwards slightly he
rocks gently into their cousin as he looks at his brother.
"Finish up, you know he will pout if he finds out you didn't continue." Carlos
says with a smirk as his hand slides down to the boys shoulders, fingers
dancing over the marks they have left decorating the boy. "You know he loves
waking up with you knotting him still, loves getting you worked up once more
while the knot is still buried deep inside him." He finishes with an arch of
his brow, the look so similar to one of Stiles's that Miguel couldn't help the
chuckle before nodding his head slowly. Groaning deep in his chest he picks up
the speed of his thrusts, pressing deeper into the loose relaxed hole, the rim
catching on his knot with every thrust.
Letting out a hiss of pained-pleasure he presses deeper with ever quick jab of
his hips, the bed rocking with the motion, soft sounds falling for Stiles even
as he sleeps deeply underneath him, his hips pressing back instinctively in his
sleep. Picking up speed he continues to fuck into him, the squelch of come and
fluid around his cock making him shudder. Cursing out on a snarl as he finally
locks with the boy, claws taring at the sheets as he starts to rut into Stiles;
his body shuddering as he starts to come hard. Body slumping over the sleeping
boy he carefully drags his fangs along his skin not wanting to wake him but
needing to mark him once more now that he was coming.
"Fuck!" He growls out as he shudders and licks at the boys cooling skin, Stiles
was so tight around him he could barely even rut against him. Gasping as he
shifts carefully so that both he and Stiles were curled together, his cock
still buried deep inside him, breathing out softly he moves them closer to the
lounging Carlos, so that Stiles could curl up against the older mans side, one
hand splayed out over his waist.
"Sleep brother, you two are going to be tied for hours. You always are after a
long absence." Carlos murmurs just as tiredly as he wraps one arm around both
Stiles and Miguel. It didn't take the older two men long to join the smaller in
sleep, tangled together as they were; the room smelt of them, the boy was
covered in their scent once more, the bond wasn't tugging insistently on them
either; meaning they could relax and sleep peacefully for the first time in
weeks.
--
OMG finally! Finally it is done, I've rewritten it! OH MY Goodness! I hope you
like it, I hope the porn was too your liking. I am sorry it took forever but
yeah, its done, its up and now I can go pass out.
Chapter End Notes
     So I finally settled on the Face for Miguel and Carlos, it took
     forever to get them settled and not just in my head which is part of
     the reason why this chapter was so delayed which I do apologize for!
     So with out further ado I give you,
      
     Miguel
     Carlos
      
     So Miguel has slightly more hair just enough that you can bury your
     fingers in it where as Carlos has buzzed hair like Stiles.
     Also:
     Cheri- Darling/Beloved
     Renmen - Lover
     M'Aime - my beloved
     ti Aime - little love/beloved
     in Creole because their mother is Spanish-Creole while their father
     is European ^^
***** Tender eyes, never-ending danger *****
Chapter Summary
     So first of all let me begin with saying I am so so sorry for the
     dreadful wait you have all endured. As I said previously I was sick
     there for quite a while, then just as I was getting better well I got
     made an offer I couldn't refuse. So I am now living in a new city, in
     a new place with a new job, its been really really hectic and on top
     of all that this chapter was giving me such trouble in writing it. So
     here it is after such a long wait! I hope you enjoy it and can
     forgive me my tardiness.
Saturday went by far quicker then Stiles would have wanted but while his father
was understanding of their arrangement he was adamant that while in town Miguel
and Carlos would visit at the house instead of keeping Stiles locked away. So
they all enjoyed a leisurely family lunch before Scott came over to join them
for movies and video games.
The afternoon was spent with the four of them rough housing on the couch as
they played, elbowing each other as they tried to beat the others, it was loud
and boisterous with Miguel making sure to keep his control in tight grips while
Carlos made up for the slips with his loud laughter and quick reflexes to
distract Scott a bit. By the end of the night Scott, Miguel and Carlos had
popcorn in their hair and strewn all over the floor, the living room was a mess
but still a quick clean up with the four of them working together.
The house was quiet once Miguel and Carlos had left for their motel room once
they had assured Stiles that he could tell Scott for the most part what was
going on but there were still somethings that were not to be said. Stiles paced
the kitchen nervously looking for one last thing he could distract himself with
before heading upstairs to finally have the conversation he's been wanting to
have as well as dreading to have with Scott.
Letting out a slow sigh he heads upstairs to his room, once the door was shut
behind him he holds up a hand to stop his friend from speaking up right away.
Sitting down in his computer chair he looks at his best friend who was sitting
on the edge of his bed eying him, not accusingly thank goodness but still it
wasn't a happy look either.
“Before you say anything let me explain what I can okay?” Stiles asks with an
arched brow as he waits for Scott to nod his head before letting out a breath
of relief. “First of all I have wanted to tell you about this for years, you
are my brother Scott in every way but blood. I bound myself too you willingly
and that is the only reason I can tell you as much as I can; which in itself
isn't much but its better then not telling you at all.”
“Miguel is not just my cousin, He's my Alpha as well as my lover. Dad knows
whats going on, we couldn't hide this from him, hell my mother explained that
it might be possible when they found out that she was pregnant. Of course
you've realized I'm not one hundred percent human and Miguel didn't give me
permission to tell you what I am. What I have with Miguel and Carlos isn't
taboo for what we are, with out them, with out our compatibility I wouldn't
have made it to my thirteenth birthday okay?” He says quickly as he glances up
from the carpet to look at Scott once more waiting for his nod before
continuing with a small smile.
“Miguel and Carlos nearly went to dad to convinced him to move to New Orleans
when they realized that werewolves were back in Beacon Hills, and that there
was a crazed Alpha on the loose. The only reason I can stay is because I can't
leave you to face this Alpha alone, because of how I've bound myself too you,
because of this bond they see you as a distant cousin.” He finishes as he lets
out another breath as he smiles crookedly at his best friend who was staring at
him, his face contorted in a befuddled manner while his head was cocked to the
side. The look was so close to that of a confused puppy that he couldn't hold
back the laugh that had bubbled up out of him, he only stopped with a squawk as
he was hit in the face with his own pillow.
Retaliation was quick as he launches himself at his best friend who let out a
yelp as Stiles hit him fully now, the wrestling match was much closer matched
now that he didn't have to hide so much from the newly turned werewolf. Once
they were laying on the floor in the mess of blankets from his bed, side by
side looking up at his ceiling Scott finally spoke.
“Okay so Miguel is your Alpha, but your sleeping with both him and Carlos, your
not fully human but you weren't given permission to tell me what exactly you
are. Your dad knows and is moderately alright with it considering otherwise you
would be dead, and they almost made you move to New Orleans due to werewolves.
So what are you going to do about Monday? Considering everyone saw you get onto
the back of Carlos's bike and the way Miguel was all over you and did you tell
them about Derek?” Scott says slowly, ticking off all the facts that Stiles had
told him one by one on his fingers before turning to look at him with a small
frown.
“Oh fuck my life, I forgot to actively explain Derek to them. They know there
is another beta helping us but yeah, fuck my ass is going to be so sore on
Monday. Miguel wont let this go unpunished and I guess I'll tell everyone the
truth if they even bother to ask me. I'll tell them my cousins are in town for
a visit and that they are very much tactile people, the only one who isn't
going to believe me is Danny cause I told him Derek was my cousin Miguel when
he was helping us.” Stiles says with a groan as he turns his head to hide his
face in Scott's shoulder.
“TMI Stiles dude, seriously more information then I need to know. Don't bring
up anything you and your cousins do in the privacy of your room, I am happy not
knowing.” Scott says with a groan of his own as he winces before shifting with
a sigh. “I have to head out, I promised mom I'd be home sooner then later.
Thanks for telling me what you could bro.” He says with one of his bright
smiles which made something in Stiles relax even further because if Scott was
smiling at him like that it means he wasn't angry at all.
“Fine fine I wont but it goes both ways I don't want to hear anything about
Allison.” He says with a laugh as he gets up with the other boy to head
downstairs with him. Once Scott had left he went about further cleaning up
before making his way to the motel, there wasn't really any point in staying
home since dad was doing a night shift and why would he waste a night alone
when he could be pressed against warm skin and fucked till his voice was hoarse
from his screaming, his body loose and pliant, sore from the rigorous
pleasurable abuse?
Locking the front door it doesn't take him long to get to the motel from his
place, a low purr like sound falling from his throat at he gets closer. They
were still all on edge with the need to be close to one another, but it was
nice to have his lovers in Beacon Hills for him.
- - -
Monday was as hellish as Scott and Stiles had predicted but mostly as far as
Stiles was concerned because his ass was still tender and welted from the
punishment Miguel had dolled out for what he called the lie and what Stiles
called the omission of Derek Hale. It wasn't like he had been actively looking
to lie, there was just something about Derek Hale that made him want to keep
him to himself. He hadn't wanted to tell Miguel or Carlos about the beta
werewolf, it was something he couldn't explain as the only other person he had
wanted to keep to himself like this was Scott.
Easing himself carefully down onto the bench of the lunch table, he barely
holds back a wince as he sets down his tray. He glares at Scott who looked like
he was between laughing out loud at him and wanting to cover his nose with his
hands. Sticking out his tongue at the other boy he ignores the others as they
all slowly fill up the table. Allison, sliding in beside Scott, Lydia beside
her, Jackson at the end of the table, Danny beside him, then himself. There
were a few other people slightly down the table but for the most part it was
just them.
“So Stiles who were those bikers that you rode away with on Friday?” Allison
pipes up, a wide smile pulling at her lips as she leans forwards a bit even as
she is pressed into Scott's side.
“Yeah Stilinski who were those guys, cause they sure got you to play bitch
right quick.” Jackson snarks with a twist of his lips as he glances at him.
Stiles nearly chokes are the words he barely kept back, swallowing thickly he
glances around the table before focusing instead on Allison, who made it easy
to answer the question after she sent Jackson a glare.
“Those were my cousins who came into town for a visit from New Orleans. They
aren't sure how long they are going to stay for but its still nice having them
around. I normally only see them during summer vacation.” He says with a shrug
of his shoulders and a slight smile before he turns his attention to his lunch,
hoping that that would be the end of the questions. He really should have
realized that that wouldn't be the case, being able to just leave it as is was
not something he was ever given.
“How much older then you are they and what are their names?” Danny pipes up a
curious look on his face as one of his eyebrows arches up high as he regards
Stiles pointedly.
Barely holding back a wince at the question, Stiles quickly swallows the bite
he had taken before looking around the table before letting out a small sigh.
“They just turned twenty-six last month, so ten years obviously and ummm their
names are Carlos and Miguel.” He says quickly as he looks directly at Danny,
face serious and hopeful that the other boy wouldn't bring up how he thought he
had met 'Miguel' earlier like a week ago.
“Miguel and Carlos are really cool, I've only met them three times in all but
every time they come to town they pretty much just spoil Stiles and take him to
the beach since they normally come around spring break.” Scott pipes up with a
dopey smile and Stiles has never been so grateful for his best friend till now.
If he could get away from it he would send up a prayer to any deities listening
in thanks.
The others nod their heads and finally go back to their own conversations and
their lunches and he's thinking he's got away scot-free till he felt Danny lean
in close with a small frown.
“So if Miguel just got into town who was that in your room, since it wasn't
obviously Miguel.” Danny says quietly, his face contorted in confusion and just
a bit of worry.
“I'm sorry I lied Danny but really it was for your protection. I've gotten
messed up in something and I needed your help. It was easier to tell you it was
Miguel and keep you out of the trouble. Please you can't mention him again
unless you refer to him as Miguel, I don't want to put you in danger Danny and
if I had any other option at the time I wouldn't have asked you but I was in a
very tight spot.” He says quickly the words tripping over themselves on his
tongue as he leans back just enough to look at Danny, hoping that the other boy
would accept his apology as well as this version of the truth. He really didn't
want the other boy tangled up in this life but he knew eventually Danny would
tied into this new world.
“Okay Stilinski, just keep me out of it from now on. If you need those type of
skills take a course or something or if it wont get my family and I tangled in
your problems I can show you somethings.” Danny says softly as he leans away a
small smile pulling at his lips.
“I might take you up on that offer Danny but more then likely once all this
trouble clears up and I am sorry that I had to ask you to do what you did.”
Stiles says softly with a bright smile of his own. After that lunch went by
quickly and so did the rest of the school day, with no other issues or problems
but their was something on the air that made Stiles still and look around.
Something was coming, something that he couldn't name or put a finger too.
Resisting the need to bare his teeth in agitation even as his metaphorical
hackles lifted as he walked quickly to the jeep.
***** A rose that chose death for it's bedmuck *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay to help out with figuring out the timeline a bit here we go:
     First chapter is just after Wolfs Bane, the next two chapters are
     Friday right after class and such. Chapter 4 is like a recap and
     Monday leading into the current week fic wise and the events in Co-
     captain and onward.
     I'll be honest and say I haven't watched Teen Wolf past episode 6:
     Heart Monitor, this is due to the fact that I found out what Peter
     did to Lydia; I am a victim of Molestation and Rape so what the
     writing team decided to do for Lydia's story arch didn't sit well
     with me especially as it continued into Season 2. So originally I had
     wanted to fallow canon as much as I possibly could even with this
     story being an Alternate Universe but I found myself struggling to do
     so, so in order to make this easier on myself this story is taking a
     step away from Canon and going my own way.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Stiles should have listened to the buzzing sensation under his skin, should
have listened to the instincts that made his hackles lift and want to bare his
teeth especially after the whole fiasco with learning exactly who the Alpha
was. Yet here he was holed up in his room digging through his fathers notes and
research into the Hale fire, into the victims of the Alpha's rage. He knew
Derek was torn, torn between fallowing the Alpha; his uncle even knowing that
the man had been the one to kill Laura and walking away. But Derek wasn't
really one to run away not unless it was absolutely necessary, running now
would do nothing but leave Beacon Hills in chaos.
He knew the older man would be battling his instincts even as he followed Peter
Hale and Stiles would not let the other man fall into his uncles lunacy. Not
while he still stood, the instinct in him to protect Derek was strange, he had
always been protective over those he deemed family. But Derek wasn't family,
but he was lost, alone and visibly broken if you knew how to look and Stiles
wasn't blind. Letting out a sigh he looks down at the folders he had spread
about him as he works out the tangled web of clues and evidence.
There was a fact that he was missing, something that would make all of this
fall together to form an actual picture of why all these deaths were necessary
and not just the need for misplaced revenge and rage. Letting out a low growl
of his own, he can't help but bare his teeth at the papers before blinking as a
sound reaches him. Looking up a snarl coming from his throat even as he
recognizes his dad he lets out a low sound as he relaxes, he doesn't normally
loose his control like that. Hadn't since Carlos took him out and taught him
how to keep it under his control for his own safety as well as those around him
after all they wouldn't always be around.
“Its been a while since I've been able to sneak up on you like this.” John says
with a small smile as he moves further into his sons room easily, his face
looking worn. “Whats going on son and are you getting in too deep?” He asks
softly as he moves to sit in Stiles's computer chair, his body speaking of
resigned acceptance of his sons meddling with the supernatural.
“Werewolves are back in Beacon Hill, an Alpha is killing in revenge for the
Hale family. The fire was deliberately set, but I am missing a clue, I am
missing something that connects everything. Something that could end this
quicker and without more death. I'm not getting in too deep even if Miguel and
Carlos think I am. It's just not right for this to happen to Derek, he's lost
his whole family, then Laura only to find out it was....” Stiles trails off
ending his rant as he sucks in a deep breath to calm himself down. Closing his
eyes he frowns in concentration before a low groaning whine falls from his
throat.
“What?” John says with a blink as he eyes his son with interest, since Carlos
had shown his son control it wasn't often that he got to see his other form.
Taking a deep breath he relaxes knowing his own tension wouldn't help Stiles.
“Werewolves are back, are the cause of the murders, you are trying to stop the
blood shed and?” He asks a small smirk pulling at his lips. It wasn't everyday
that his son was shocked by something and his whole body was tense as Stiles
sits there a look of utter betrayal on his face.
“I'm bonding with Derek freaking Hale of all people, I'm bonding with him and
incorporating him into family like I did Scott.” Stiles says with a whine as he
flops onto his back in exasperation as he lays there huffing. The fact that
Stiles looked so unimpressed with this fact made John burst out laughing; while
he wasn't too fond of the Hale boy at the moment nothing that was occurring was
his fault. He had always known that Stiles needed a larger bond group then just
family and Scott, he and his kind were as much social creatures as werewolves;
with out proper bonds they could become just as dangerous as this Alpha.
“Obviously you need the bond then. I've been telling you its not healthy just
to have Melissa, Scott, and myself as your only bonds in Beacon Hills. With
Miguel and Carlos only seeing you mostly during the summer and spring breaks,
you need a better bond system.” John scolds his son gently with a sigh as he
shifts the chair closer to Stiles's bed. “Your mother had at least ten solid
bonds with friends along with our mating bond. Plus having more bonds will
stabilize your...”
“Yeah yeah dad I know, I know and I'll try promise but please for now let me
have this freak out over somehow bonding with the angry emotionally stunted dog
okay?” Stiles asks after cutting him off as he lifts his head just enough to
eye his father with a serious pout.
“Fine, Fine; Just keep me informed will you?” He asks as he stands up with a
long stretch before heading out, shutting the door behind him as he went.
Letting out a sigh Stiles blinks as he once more lets himself fall back onto
his bed. Reaching out he snags his phone and calls Scott he needed to see if
his best friend learned anything new about Derek and what was going on before
he set any of his plans in motion. It was rough trying to plan for all the
variables that could happen, especially when the future felt dubious at best.
- - -
Huffing to himself Stiles glances to his cousins lip curling in exasperation as
the two older males grumble and shift on the couch, irritation and annoyance
pulling at their features. Their tenuous bond, the bond the three of them
worked so hard to build was shaking and trembling, fraying to pieces between
them. They all knew it would happen, they knew it was inevitable but that
wasn't why they were so tense. They were all tense because they couldn't figure
out why, why it was frying and on who's side it had started on. It was still
there thrumming between them just they were no longer meshing as they once did
and after being connected for so long it was disconcerting too all parties.
They were desperate to keep the bond for now, pushing as much will and power as
they could afford into trying to mend it, it was dangerous for them to be so
destabilized and yet the bond would not mend.
Rolling his eyes once more Stiles shifts and moves over to his cousins as they
stand, eyes flicking to each other before returning to him. Smirking he dusts
off his suit before rubbing himself against them both in turn, coating himself
in their comforting scent as he needed to get to the high school for the winter
formal.
“As you said till we find our mutual mates this doesn't change anything. Listen
for my call I might need you this night.” He purrs with a smirk, Stiles knows
he's barely holding onto his control, barely keeping his true nature at bay but
the night is full of possibility and strife. Whatever plans Peter Hale had made
they were coming to a head but they wouldn't come to fruition like the revenge
driven Alpha assumed. After all you don't mess with what is his without
consequences and no matter what happened tonight there was no way he was going
to let Peter Hale hurt anymore people. Or get away free, even if he had to hunt
him down himself and tare out the wolfs beating heart to do so.
The winter formal is exactly what he expects it to be what with all the drama
revolving around the breakup of the school royalty, Jackson obeying orders in
taking Allison grumpy and unhappy about it, Lydia holding court in the corner
pretending not to be hurt and Allison pretending that it wasn't nearly as
awkward as it really was. Rolling his eyes Stiles gears himself up to start the
beginnings of his fail-safes, but first to put in an appearance of trying to
win his long standing 'crushes' heart.
All he needed was a touch, something he could imbue his powers into to help
keep her safe, he had already gotten Allison and Jackson; Lydia was the last
and the hardest. He never did make things easier for himself. It had only taken
him half the dance to finally get her out onto dance floor, so he could push
his power into her bracelets. The weaving of the protection spell into the
metal wasn't difficult in fact Lydia's own gifts amplified the spell, she
hasn't come into her gifts yet but she would. She was right at the cusp of it
all and Stiles couldn't wait to see her in all her glory.
Of course while he can plan and make traps and scheme and trick with the best
of them and he is of the highest order of them all, variables he can not
control; the night goes to shit quickly out there on the lacrosse field. Peter
gets a hold of Lydia; not that he could do much damage to her physically not
just because of his protection. After all a child of the sun will always be
immune to a child of the moon, but he hadn't been able to protect her from the
mental trauma. So he agrees to go with Peter, go with him to lure out Scott and
Derek, but as they leave Stiles see's Jackson running to Lydia's side as she
sits on the dew dampen grass trembling eyes locked with his in confusion as
terror still grips her, her dress in ruins but not a scratch on her skin. A
flicker of power glinting in her eyes, lighting them from the inside out, while
Stiles regrets that it was Lydia who almost fell beneath Peter he can't help
but be delighted. It had been the last push she had needed to awaken to start
the change to become what she was always meant to be.
- - -
When all is said and done; a body turning to ash before them, another being
dragged away, Stiles stands there and watches the flickering embers and wonders
at the destinies fate weaves into her web. Huffing once more to himself he
glances to the side, letting himself catalog Jackson and the changes he can see
in the other boy before turning to Derek. Perhaps it is time to start listening
to his father and expand his bonds...
But then again its Jackson; bad enough he's already spontaneously bonding with
Derek Fucking Hale. He has no desire to open himself up to more douchbaggery
then he already has with the newly minted Alpha.
Shaking his head he glances over to Scott who's staring at Peter's burning
corpse, his expressions flickering between betrayal and relief. Reaching out he
presses his hand firmly against his best friend's shoulder, he would have to
wait before telling the young werewolf the truth if it had been him who doled
out the killing blow. Letting out a sigh he shifts and starts to walk away, all
he wanted now was the press of his cousins bodies against him. By now the
scents of comfort had faded from his skin and all he wanted was to let himself
relax and not have to plan, he wants a night where his mind is silent.
Chapter End Notes
     Another filler chapter, sorry for the the absence of sex but that
     will be next chapter as well as finally getting into the pre-sterek
     parts of the fic. Also LOOK this now contains actual PLOT! So any
     requests for the sex? I'm quite happy to indulge you guy's kinks :)
     Update: Just fixing some half finished sentences and such, Sorry guys
     I didn't realize I had left some of them hanging around. I hope it
     mates more sense now as well as amplify that Lydia is going to have a
     massive roll in this story.
***** moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged *****
Chapter Notes
     Chapter 6; Kink List: Temperature play, come-play.
     This chapter doesn't have nearly as much kinky sex as I was expecting
     and I know the sex is awkwardly written so sorry for that!
     So in other news my new city is flooding due to rain, the rivers are
     over flowing and parts of the city are being evacuated and we have to
     boil water... So this is fun and new. The storms are why this chapter
     is later then expected.
Entering his cousins hotel room, with a low groan as the scents of them fills
his nose even as the emptiness of the space hits him. Pouting in disappointment
he shakes his head as he closes the door behind him, letting out a low sigh he
starts to strip out of his dirt and grass stained clothes. Leaving them in a
pile on the floor he helps himself to the shower with a a quirk of his lips,
knowing Miguel and Carlos they wont be gone for long.
He showered quickly before drying himself off with a fresh towel, as he heads
to the main room. Stretching up onto his tip toes with a low groan, Stiles
tosses his used towel onto the unused desk as he lets himself flop down onto
the freshly made bed. Wiggling into the cool sheets with a low purr like sound,
he allows himself to relax as his eyes drift shut and he focuses into his own
personal web of bonds.
Each thread had their own color and feel, his dads was a deep rich chocolate
brown that radiated security and protection, Melissa's was a pale pink that
fluctuated between its hues though was more often that light pale tone that
spoke to him of unconditional love and nurturing. When she had been alive his
mothers had been a similar tone though it was intermixed with silver and
turquoise; while to most those three tones would make an odd fluctuation to him
it was just simply the colors of mom, comfort and home, safety.
Miguel and Carlos's bond color had been always deep rooted in red and indigo
but as of the last few weeks as the bond started to deteriorate the color
shifted into a more solid blue speaking to him of Integrity, loyalty and a love
that while now still heavily tinted with passionate lust was dulling into
familial love. Scott's was still so firmly entrenched in blue and yellow that
Stiles couldn't help but consider the other boy as a Dory. While he might be
forgetful and easily distracted there was no hiding his true nature. Scott was
just so full of optimism, cheerfulness, loyalty and integrity, but equally
impatient and critical.
But now other bonds were starting to grow, with out his reaching out to forge
them, they were growing as his social group grew. Allison's frail and thin but
the color a deep dark gray spotted with silver and black even as it was growing
in strength. Lydia's larger and stronger then the others in this new secondary
tree, bright shimmering gold and pale daisy yellow. One that felt like Danny
all cool lemon yellow and refreshing grass green, another that felt like
Jackson. Pausing at that one to give a shudder before examining that fledgling
bond, it like Allison was thin but Jackson's colors were nearly putrid in their
mix and combination; indigo, purple and acidic turquoise-green, as he fights
with his own self-worth.
Then their was Derek's bond which was it's own bond thick and wide like a tree
trunk and like nothing he had ever seen before. There were no colors too it, no
definite feeling of who he was perhaps because Stiles had yet to really see
Derek's true self as the man kept himself apart and hidden. With the battle of
Beacon Hills over with and Stiles learning the last piece of the puzzle of the
mans history. Well he can understand why Derek would keep himself so hidden and
separate from others. Reaching out mentally to touch this bond he couldn't get
a feel of, he pauses to hover above it wondering if he should let it mature.
Before he could make up his mind a touch of something frigid and slick slides
down his spine, shocking him out of his meditation. Letting out a yip of
surprise, Stiles finds himself cuffed to the bed, arms above his head, legs
spread wide as what could only be a chunk of ice is moved along his back in a
teasing pattern. Sighing softly he relaxes into the bondage, the feel and scent
of his cousins. This didn't feel like anything they had done before, while they
didn't always play roughly and were quite content in vanilla sex it had never
felt like this. It had never felt like a goodbye. Shivering Stiles lets his
eyes slip shut as he gives himself over to their wills once more and to what
felt like the last time they would be together like this.
None of them broke the silence after all what could they call each other as
they say goodbye? The once sweet endearments were no longer appropriate, their
bond was breaking apart. Fingers caressed, stroked and tease as they dragged
the startling cold ice along his skin before making him gasp as blistering hot
tongues lapped at the water trail. Face pressed into his pillow, Stiles shifts
it just enough that he could breath easily even as he keeps his eyes closed.
It felt right that he kept this moment bathed in near silence and partial
anonymous sex. If he broke out of this mindset he could easily recognize his
cousins by touch, but he allowed himself to drift deeper into this zen like
state. Allowing his body to just react to the touches, the sensations and the
feel of the room but not to them, not to Miguel and Carlos any more. After this
he is no longer theirs in any way but as their baby cousin; an omega in their
family.
- - -
A hot breath ghosted down his crack, before a hand spreads his cheeks apart,
while another set of hands stroke along his sides. They slide up back over his
ribs, making sure to be just firm enough not to tickle before they slide up his
arms as he drifts further only to groan at the slick press of a tongue against
his entrance. He shudders while letting out a little whimper, shifting as he is
helped to raise his torso as a body situates themselves before him.
The tongue and warmth of the body behind him pulls away, only to be moved into
the position they wanted him in. He gives himself over to the sensations as the
hands guide and move him; allowing him to float in this mind set. Fingers card
through his hair as he slides onto his knee's, ass high as he was pushed to
rest on his elbows.
He cries out as a chilled tongue is dragged up his taint and over his rim,
swirling and teasing just as his bottom lip is brushed with a tip of a cock.
Licking his lips at the touch, before leaning forwards to take it into his
mouth. Sucking and swirling on it just as the now warm tongue is pressed into
his hole.
After that it was nothing but sensations, the glide of fingers, cock, tongue;
the beading of sweat and moisture, the taste of precome and slick, the sounds
of sex filling the room even in their softness. The end was sudden and
corresponded with the final break of their bond, a bond that started and ended
in sex.
- - -
Carlos and Miguel pull away slowly, panting for breath as they quietly uncuff
Stiles from the bed before leaving him on the bed to shower. Now was not the
time for aftercare or comfort, no they all needed to concentrate on their bonds
and make sure they were sound. Carlos and Miguel needed to reaffirm their bonds
to each other as Alpha to beta, as mates just as Stiles needed to ground
himself in his familial and friend bonds.
Aftercare and comfort would come later once they were at their Uncles house
with Stiles in tow. They would put a movie on or something as they reconnected
as family once more. They were quiet during their shower, silently cleaning
each other of come and saliva to erase the sent of Stiles from their skin;
where as Stiles would was just to get rid of the physical evidence nothing
more.
“Took you two long enough, now hurry up and check out I want to go home!”
Stiles calls to them a small smile pulls at his lips while he sits on the back
of Carlos's bike waiting for them. Their saddle bags already strapped to the
sides, since Stiles had cleaned up the hotel room for them.
Chuckling to themselves they head to the office to check out, both of them
wasn't necessary for checking out but it was just another way of helping to
separate who they once were to who they are now.
- - -
Shifting on his feet Derek sniffed at the air, frowning hard as a scent of
outsiders hit him; it was just a faint trace nothing more. Snarling low in his
throat he couldn't stop the shift to beta form, just as Stiles is entering his
room. Grabbing the teen and slamming him into the wall with a red eyed glare,
lowering his head he drags the tips of his nose along the boys throat to take
in his scent; thick and lush at his pulse point, desperate for the familiar
scent to make sure the boy was safe.
It had been to long since he had scented him, taking it deep into his lungs.
After Kate he hadn't thought he would find a mate. Hadn't accounted for Stiles
and his perfect scent and that fire deep inside. He hadn't been prepared for
it, was still so messed up thought himself so undeserving that he allowed
himself to sabotage his chances with that boy.
Derek breaths in deeply only to toss his head back with a bellowing scream of
rage, fangs lengthening further as his claws pierce the drywall behind Stiles.
He's barely containing his fury as he stands their shaking, trying to stop the
shift from progressing further.
“Why do you smell of Coyotes?” He snarls out the words sounding barely human
even to his own ears as Stiles stands frozen between his arms. His eyes were
wide in surprise and something else, something underneath their depth
flickered. He didn't smell of fear, no Stiles never smelled of fear around him,
but his scent was different, sharp and tangy; crisp on the back of his tongue,
but over layering that scent was the rank stench of Coyote.
End Notes
     I don't know what this is in all honesty but I'll be updating it as
     the muses come. As it says in the tags this isn't Beta Read and till
     it actually gets a plot and a story line instead of some random pwp
     chapter thing it wont be. So yeah...
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