In Olden Days

When Stiles is presented with what Aziz, and Peter had found, he took a deep sniff, and his eyes went unreadable.

"Care to share?" Peter inquired.

"Not right now darling," Stiles smiled as he set the cloth down, he turned to gather needed items, pausing when he felt a warm body press up against him.

"I don't like secrets," Peter purred in his ear, tone very much soft, and dangerous.

Stiles narrowed his eyes.

He turned around, wrapped his arms around the Alpha's waist, "No, I imagine you don't," he hummed as he nuzzled into the Peter's neck, very much aware of the not yet clawed hand settling on his own waist.

Humming softly, Stiles pressed closer, "But, you're going to have to trust me."

The hand tightened just a bit, "And if I don't."

"Then that is on you, isn't it?"

~.~

"Can we cuddle?"

Chris tripped, and properly would have brained himself on the stairs, if it wasn't for the arm catching him around his waist. Aziz carefully set the man on his feet, "Okay?" asked the Alpha.

Chris nodded, "Yes." There was a pause, then, "Did you just asked if we could cuddle?"

Aziz nodded, "Yep," he chirped, "can we?"

"I—You—Why?!"

Aziz titled his head, "Why what?"

"Why are you so….adamant about me? I'm not your Christopher."

Aziz's smile was gentle as he moved closer, "I never said you weren't."

"And what does that mean?"

Aziz was extremely close now, and a hand took hold of his, amber eyes boring into his own as Aziz lifted his head and kissed every last knuckle.

"Please?" Aziz purred between kisses, Chris blushed (goddamnit, he was grown man! A hunter!), making a noise when he felt a tongue lick between his thumb, and forefinger.

"Aziz."

Aziz rumbled, and nibbled on skin.

"F-Fine, we can cuddle!"

Suddenly, Chris was being lifted, "I didn't mean now!" he yelped.

~.~

The cloth was indeed from the Alphas of the future, however, there was something else.

"I think they possessed," Stiles told the group after dinner, and they had gathered in the library.

"By what?" Allison asked, "can Werewolves be possessed?"

"If the one doing the possessing is strong enough, or the Werewolf in question is somehow vulnerable," Aziz explained, he was sitting next to Chris.

Chris, everyone noticed, didn't look like he minded.

"So, what is strong enough to possess a Werewolf?" asked Peter.

Stiles opened a large book, "We call it Temya," he said to them, after they had gathered around. "Anger, and hate, in physical form."

The picture the Prince was showing them was of a creature that honestly looked like a large misshapen black cloud. However, it was the fear in the Prince's voice, and the High Alpha's eyes that told them that the one called Temya was very, very dangerous.

"My mother's family, have fought this creature for generations." Stiles continued as he closed the book, there was more to the story, but no one was worried about that right now.

"So what do we do?" Scott said, breaking the silence that had fallen.

"Well first," Aziz told him, "we have to find these Alphas of yours, capture them, and then release them from Temya. Though not before figuring out what Temya is planning."

"You sound like you've been through this before."

Stiles looked at Lydia, and gave her a weary smile, "Well, I did say my family have been fighting it for generations."

~.~

When suddenly finding yourself in the distant, distant, past. You have a tendency to forget things, sayyyyy, the Full Moon. Which is why Stiles woke up, clothes gone, one leg above his head, and Peter scraping fangs against the skin of his ankle. Glowing blue eyes slowly bleeding into red, and not all there, chest rumbling, and something very hard was pressing against the Prince, and oh look, Peter's naked too.

Not that Stiles was complaining mind you, just wish it wasn't in the middle of the night. Or you know, it was actually the Full Moon, and not two days before.

"Peter, my love." Stiles yawned, before reaching out to the Alpha.

Peter purred as he leaned down, chuckling, Stiles nuzzled their nose together. Peter nuzzled back, before nosing his way down, scraping fang's against his skin, and growling, Stiles shivered, and tilted his head back for more. Peter gave it to him, licking and nipping hard enough to leave bruises, clawed hands gripping, and digging into his hips.

"Mmm, should I stop this?" The Prince thought, mind somewhat hazy with pleasure.

A look at the Alpha's face, now twisting and settling into the Beta form, had him deciding real quick.

No, he wasn't.

The door was suddenly kicked in.

"Derek," Stiles groaned as Peter snarled at his nephew.

Derek, Beta form and all, snarled back.

Peter tackled him to the ground.

Sighing, Stiles laid there staring up at the ceiling as the two Wolves wrestled on the floor, "Well, I suppose this is revenge."

A loud snarl, and something breaking reminded the Prince that he should probably stop them, which he does…..eventually.

~.~

"You know, I was expecting to fight for my virtue."

There is a snort against his neck, the warm breath had him shivering for a lot of reasons. Pushing that back for another time, Chris focused on petting the arm around his waist, leaning back a bit more on the warm, hard chest.

When Aziz had burst in the room, all glowing eyes, fangs, and claws. The first thing that to Chris's mind was oddly enough not stab, stab, kill. Though he did reach for the knife he kept underneath his pillow, no, the first thing came to mind upon seeing the Alphas of Alphas wolfed out was "Holy shit, that's hot!"

The next thought was "Holy shit, he's coming closer!"

After that it was, it was an hour of very aggressive cuddling.

And now, Christopher Argent, Hunter, found himself sitting in the High Alpha's lap, with said Alpha's arms around his waist, and the man nuzzling into his neck.

"I want to turn you over, and fuck you into the bed so much right now."

Oh, and something unnervingly hard, and big was pressing against his ass.

"Please don't."

"I won't" Aziz promised.

Chris believed him.

Because despite his less than subtle behavior –Werewolves, Chris had learnt, were very much tactile, though he was sure Aziz was overdoing it because he seem to like making Chris's eye twitch.— Chris never felt any true danger, perhaps it's because of that one time he had had enough of Aziz's playfulness, and he told the Alpha enough, and Aziz back off; never having to be told twice. Perhaps that was it, and why, Chris didn't mind when Aziz started back up again.

"Don't wiggle." Aziz whined as he settled his chin on the man's shoulder.

"Sorry."

Silence falls between them, until suddenly Aziz was falling back, startling the Hunter.

"What was that for?" Chris turned around in the somewhat loosening grip, pressing one hand against the Alpha's chest, and to push himself up to look at Aziz.

Aziz grinned, and playfully licked his jaw. Chris huffed, somewhat annoyed, and licked back.

They both froze.

"Did you just—?"

"I think I did."

"Huh…..I think I'm going to kiss you now."

"You think?"

"Well, you just licked me so—"

"You started it."

"Well, I didn't expect you to finish it!"

"I pretty sure I di—mmphf!"

Aziz kissed him.

Slowly, Chris kissed him back.

For those of you who are curious, even though it's not the Full Moon, the Wolves still can feel the effects up to it. Sometimes losing a bit of control.

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