Title: Fire In Pompeii

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski/Multiple

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura, Sheriff Stilinski, Chris Argent, Gerard Argent, Danny Mahealani, Ethan, Aiden

Tags: Alternate Universe – Historical, Gladiators, Prostitution, Pompeii, Rome- Freeform, Celts, Kidfic, Polyamory, Porn With Plot, more tags to be added as l go

Rating: General to Explicit

Summary: Celtic Chief Stilinski is overrun by the Romans. His son is taken to be a prostitute in Rome. What trouble can one Stiles Stilinski get into when a prostitute let loose in Rome and Pompeii?

Chapter 1

The day was dark, a foreboding message of bad things to come from the gods. Though not a particularly suspicious man, his people were and the Chief of Beacon did and believed what was necessary to protect his relatively large and happy tribe. In this time of conflict with the Romans, one could never be too sure about the dangers lurking around the corner so it was best to be safe than sorry.

At only 40 years of age, Chief John of Stilinski was a man in his prime, both physically and mentally. His fathers had grown and protected this tribe of approximately 200 for centuries, and one day he will teach his son to lead as his father had taught him. Though unmarried due to the death of his wife 3 years ago from fever after a miscarriage, the Chief was the centre of many of the tribeswomen's desire due to his muscular body, chiselled features and striking blue eyes. The same eyes his son had inherited, though they glowed in the night with intelligence and youth even in his young age.

His 5 year old son was yet to rise from his cot made of furs, only the best for the son of the most powerful freeman and Chieftain of one of many Celtic tribes north of the Roman town Londinium. The sacrifices he had made for his son and when he would be chieftain, John worked hard to ensure the future of his people because he had heard the stories of people that had gone missing at the hands of the villainous Romans.

All seemed to be well as the chief made his inspection rounds and prepared for the harvest that was soon to come. Last year's harvest had been less than successful but though no one died, the starvation felt by his people was something that he did not want to repeat. As he was checking on an infant that had been recently saved from death by the tribe healer Deaton, Chieftain John felt the ground beneath his bare feet shake and vibrate; he knew that something dangerous was coming.

The neighing of stampeding horses could be felt in his bones and the Chief knew he had to act fast to defend against the roman cavalry that was coming for the death of his people.

"Romans!" the Chief shouted as he and many now alerted men ran to arm themselves with sharp swords and strong shields. The first wave of horses tore through the hutch houses of his people, slaying and crushing any person or object in their way. This was no battle, the Chief thought as he watched men, women and children fall dead around him, this is a massacre.

Fighting his way across the swarms of armoured and mounted Romans that were now buzzing around his camp ground like a swarm of bees, the Chief fought his way to his large and opulent tent where he knew his tiny and defenceless son was; he needed to get his son out. A large billow of smoke was rising above the other wooden huts and John realised with dread in his stomach that the smoke was coming from the location of his hut. His hut that was on fire and his son was inside.

Cutting down two Romans that were fighting on foot, the Chief emerge to stand in front of his hut but aback enough so that the hot and weaving flames couldn't reach his bare skin. Almost burnt to the ground, the hut was gone and anyone that was inside was dead. The noises around John slowly ceased and he thought it was due to his shock. However, he soon realised the quiet was due to the voices that had been violently stopped or where now gagged on their knees.

The crowd of his people that were bound and silent where gathered in a neat line behind him and were watching to see what their leader would do as the Roman legati Augusti legionis, known as the legionary commander in the common tongue, of this unit stepped towards him with his sword raised threateningly.

"Do you yield Chief?" Knowing that this mercy was not granted twice and to all surviving commanders of the enemy, the Chieftain threw down his heavy and sharp sword in defeat; his son was dead and now he was just one of the people. There was nothing that the Romans could do now that would break him anymore.

Quickly bound and gagged, the Chief was placed in the line, undisguisable from the others except for the blood freezing misery that was etched onto his face. In his guilt, the Chief though he could still hear his son's complaining. Startling, and maddeningly, that complaining voice got louder and louder and seemed to be coming from the small body held tightly between the two Roman soldiers to keep it from wriggling. The wriggling and voice got stronger and louder until silenced by one hard smack from the legatus.

That couldn't be his dead son back to haunt him from beyond could it?

John realised that the man he now recognised as his son was alive and human, only slightly blackened from the soot of the fire and bleeding from the small cut one of the legatus' rings had made on his cheek from the strong backhand. His son also was bound in metal and thankfully for the Romans, his mouth was covered with a dirty piece of fabric. Shoved to kneel next to his father by an angry and fed-up Roman, Stiles knew better to aggravate his much larger captures.

"Make sure these barbarians are chained properly. It's a long walk to the slave markets in Rome and we don't want any wondering off." The Legatus commanded his men as he walked the line to inspect the prisoners of war that were now destined to be slaves for the betterment of Rome. Not only had be put down a tribe with affiliations with rebellions, but he had also spruced the purse of the Emperor by selling these premium specimens as slaves.

Unable to believe that his proud and strong people were to be reduced to slaves, the Chief bided his time for a distraction that would allow him to free some, if not all, of his people from their chains. Seeing his only son alive had renewed his will to live and his need for his progeny to be safe from the sadistic hands of the Roman Empire. If only they could get away, they would run hard, far and fast from the great reach of the Empire and never look back.

A sudden rush of movement from his left, a woman that he recognised as Aria trying to escape her bonds to reach her crying child, gave him the opportunity that he was waiting for. Snapping the flimsy metal connecting the circlets around his wrists together, Chief John shoved the Roman guard behind him and grabbed his small son by the back of the neck to get him on his feet and moving. Realising his son was weak from fighting against people 3 times his size, he picked the fledgling prince up and carried him to safety. Hearing other people of his tribe follow his lead and break their chains, the Chief ran for the tree line which offered adequate protection and hiding from the pursing Romans.

Setting his son down so that he himself could rest, the Chief could hear the battle resume back in the camp, and hoped that the people remaining where fighting so that the people that made it to the trees could leave. Quickly the following Romans entered the trees and again rounded up the surrendering Celts and incapacitated them again, some much harder than necessary in punishment for running.

"Bring me the head of the Chief!" the Legatus could be heard shouting.

"Go Dad!" Stiles shouted as his little hands tried to push his father further into the surrounding forest and urging him to run to safety. "They want you dead but they won't kill us. Run and find people to avenge us." The young boy pleaded of his father, not wanting to see the man he loved and respected being hurt by the cruel Roman invaders.

"I'll come back for you." The Chief promised his son and the people that were hiding around them. "You have my word on my honour that l will come with an army and free you from the clutches of Rome." Melding into the shadows the Chief disappeared into safety. The tribespeople allowed their Chief to leave alone knowing that his escape depended on their sacrifice, knowing that he would return as promised as free not only them but all the slaves in Rome.

The last of the Celtic tribe were rounded up and secured enough to be taken back to Rome to live as slaves. Many years would pass before whisper of a great Chief stirring rebellion against Rome would start, and the 15 year old Stiles knew that he should patiently wait for his father to liberate them all.

Chapter 2

51AD

Living in Londinium as a slave, having lived there for many years, the burning of Londinium happens and he has to be sold for save his master's economic position - saves child slave in the fire and they are sold together and sent to Pompeii