Chapter Four
Stiles sat up with a gasp, already able to feel the sweat dripping down his back and his heart thundering in his chest.
"Stiles, Stiles it's ok,"
His dad, Peter and Derek were all gathered around his bed.
"You're safe!" Peter promised.
He couldn't stop the sob that spilt from him as he lunged forward and hugged his dad.
"It's ok Stiles, she can't hurt you," The Sheriff promised. Stiles couldn't help the wet laugh that he let out at that. Of course, his dad presumed the nightmare was about Kate and what had 'happened' the night before. And in the back of his mind, his tactical self told him this was a good thing, it was telling the story.
But he couldn't tell him, not just yet, the truth. He couldn't tell him that his nightmares were watching the people he loved being stabbed, shot, torn apart, poisoned, drugged, set on fire. That he saw his body, over and over again where it had been left as a gruesome image torn apart and nailed to the front door.
He couldn't tell him about all the blood, and pain, and tears, and anguish, the exhaustion and the agony, the endless nights, the endless days of running and fighting and hiding and planning, all for them to lose a little something else every time.
Melissa with her heart ripped out.
Peter set on fire for the third time.
Deaton ripped in two.
Scott shot through the head.
Lydia lying in that field with her throat ripped open and Stiles kneeling in her blood.
Just as he felt the overwhelming approach of a panic attack two things happened. Peter took him from his dad and hugged him tightly, surrounding him with warmth and strength, yanking their Pack bond tightly mentally, so tightly that Stiles could feel every thrum and hum of it, so that he could feel the emotions Peter was radiating of home, Pack, safety, so he could mentally and physically feel the feelings of protection, strength, ALPHA.
And that place on his forehead Mother Magic had kissed warmed up again, and the burst of love took the edges off of his panic and anguish.
He heard Derek gasp before he quickly pressed his hand to Stiles' forehead covering the mark that was obviously visible, but with the contact, he could feel his other Pack member, and he could feel the concern and more than that his understanding.
"I will go and make us something to drink," The Sheriff said softly, stroking his hand over Stiles' head before leaving the room.
"It's ok sweetheart, it's ok. We're all here we're all safe, and everything is going to your plan so far, and everything else will, we will make sure of that. It's going to go our way. You and me, we will put our heads together and work out how this will go in our favour this time," Peter promised him the minute the bedroom door closed.
Stiles shifted in Peter's arms, wrapping his legs around Peter's waist and his arms around his neck. He buried his face into his shoulder and absorbed the feeling of Alpha and home.
"We're all here Stiles, we're all here, it's not going to go that way this time," Peter rubbed his back.
"You can't promise that," Stiles sniffed.
"No, no I can't but I am going to do everything that I can to make sure that nothing like that happens," Peter said firmly.
"I know you and Peter and separately your brains are intelligent and slightly scary. You're the human who managed to come up with werewolves in a matter of hours, who figured out a years-old crime, and Peter has always out thought everyone else by 100 steps. Separately you're impressive, together I have a feeling that you're going to be unstoppable. And from what you have said you have never truly worked together before. My money is on you two," Derek snorted.
"I think that is the most I have ever heard you say," Stiles smiled weakly and got a small smile back from Derek. The werewolf reached forward and brushed his hand over Stiles' still trembling back.
"Your dad is coming upstairs," Peter said softly. Stiles hesitated for a second before he quickly leant forward and brushed their cheeks together, scenting him, then he pulled back to sit in front Peter not long before the door opened.
"Ok, here we go," The Sheriff opened the door carrying a tray. He held out the tray which held 4 cups of what smelt like hot chocolate. Peter and Derek exchanged a look before they reached out and took a mug each, settling onto the bed.
"Thanks, dad, I've missed this," Stiles sighed.
"I only made it for you two weeks ago," The Sheriff laughed.
"We need to do it every week," Stiles said firmly.
"Ok, we will," The Sheriff agreed.
"I want to say thank you again, Sheriff, for letting us stay here, it is very kind for you," Peter said after a slightly strained silence.
"Oh, it is nothing, not after everything that you did for Stiles, for protecting him the way that you did. I'm just sorry that you guys are having to share a room,"
"It reminds me of when we were kids," Derek snorted.
"I always got stuck with him," Peter rolled his eyes.
"I got stuck with him," Derek huffed.
"Talia always made us share," Peter rolled his eyes at Stiles who laughed.
"Well, at least I know that it won't be too awful for the two of you," The Sheriff said, and both werewolves could smell the pleased scent coming from him in reaction to Stiles' laughter.
"Little bit of a blast from the past, but not too awful no," Peter chuckled.
"Peter, if you don't mind me asking, apparently you were left scarred after the fire, what happened to your scars?" The Sheriff frowned.
"Dad!" Stiles hissed.
"Sorry, sorry, Sheriff's mind, can never turn it off," The Sheriff held up his hands.
"No, I understand, I was luckily left a fair amount of the family money, I have been having regular plastic surgery, luckily the scars had healed over time, so the basis to perform the surgery was easier for the Doctors, and of course they were the best of the best," Peter lied. When the Sheriff nodded and looked away Peter grimaced at Stiles and Derek who both discretely shrugged.
"I have work in the morning, I should get to bed," The Sheriff sighed.
"Alright dad, goodnight, love you," Stiles hugged him tightly.
"Goodnight son, I love you too," The Sheriff paused a moment hugging Stiles again before he left the room.
"I don't know if I can go back to sleep just yet," Stiles sighed.
"How about we watch something till you can?" Peter suggested.
"That sounds good," Stiles nodded.
"I am going back to bed," Derek huffed standing and hurrying out the room as though they were about the start ripping off each other's clothes, and not boot up the laptop.
"I am afraid that you are going to have to choose what we watch, I am far far behind with my TV and films," Peter said as he got comfortable on the bed.
"Wait...you're going to let me choose?" Stiles got a gleam in his eyes that made Peter smile.
"Yes," He nodded resting his arms behind his head.
"I know exactly what you will like," Stiles grinned bringing something up and then taking the wireless mouse and jumping onto the bed.
"Criminal Minds?" Peter frowned at the title.
"Yup, you will love it!" Stiles nodded. Peter blinked when Stiles rested his head onto his shoulder and snuggled into his side, a second later though he wrapped his arm around Stiles and hugged him close, soaking up the feeling of Pack, the feeling of his sanity for the first time in so many years.
Things were still a little foggy around the edges, and he could feel his wolf prowling around in his chest, still unsure, still hurting. But it was getting easier. Having Derek close by and actually accepting him, having him as Pack again. Having Stiles close by, accepting him completely and utterly was something else. Especially with the way he had hugged him tonight, giving him complete trust.
He was healing mentally now as well, the feeling and memory of the insanity that he had embraced so completely was terrifying to him now, and he did not want to go back there, not now he had a Pack and people he cared about to protect. But he had the feeling that the teen...no man lying snuggled against him watching a show about serial killers would allow him to slip.
Stiles yawned as he sat up and looked around the room with a frown as he found Peter missing. The last thing he remembered was snoozing off as Peter discussed who he thought the murderer was.
He was a little bit worried as he made his way down the stairs, only to pause in the doorway and smile as he watched Peter moving around the kitchen putting together breakfast for them.
"Your dad already left, but he said to give him a call when you were awake to let him know you're ok," Peter said without looking over his shoulder.
"Will do, what's for breakfast?" Stiles asked grabbing the orange juice from the fridge and moving to the counter to grab a glass. He was so focused on getting a drink for his slightly dry mouth that he didn't notice how quiet Peter was until he was pressing him tightly against the counter with his body.
He couldn't stop the gasp that came from him as Peter's werewolf hot body pressed against his back, and he knew that he was giving off the scent of arousal, and there was no way that it couldn't with Peter's half hard cock pressing into him like a bloody missile.
"Everything ok?" Stiles gulped trying desperately to sound normal and failing miserably as he bit his lip.
"You smell of me," Peter hummed against his neck, running his nose up the pale skin there.
"Of course I do, you slept with me last night," Stiles went to shove him away but found his wrist caught gently and his hand held behind his back.
"Now now, no need for that," Peter smirked. Stiles whined a little as Peter pressed himself firmer into Stiles' bum, the feeling of his hard flesh causing sparks to fly through Stiles' body. "Interesting." Peter kissed his cheek as sparks literally formed around them in reaction to the emotions Peter was easily pulling from him.
"Peter," Stiles whined dropping his head back onto Peter's shoulder, both purposefully and intentionally exposing his neck to his Alpha.
And Peter was not one to waste an opportunity. His teeth closed over the exposed flesh in a gentle scrape before they fastened over his pulse point and sucked a deep hickey into the skin. As the Warlock let out a small mewl the Alpha wrapped his arms around him, trapping his arm between their bodies, and slipped his hands under Stiles' shirt to caress his stomach.
"Oh for the love of! Come on! That's the kitchen!" Derek's exclamation had them pulling apart and spinning to see him standing horrified in the doorway. "You may want to spray a bit of fabreeze around because it stinks of your arousal in here, and Scott is around the corner,"
"Nah, that's fine, he's still about a year off from being able to distinguish scents, he doesn't really try. He will probably think that it is something Peter is cooking," Stiles snorted turning to pour himself and Derek a glass of orange juice.
"I'm going to let him in. Seriously, stop with the gross stuff, please!" Derek whined snatching his glass and stomping to the front door.
"Surely he is used to seeing you with people from when you were younger?" Stiles frowned after him resting back against the counter and taking a sip of his orange juice.
"Are you suggesting I was promiscuous?" Peter raised his eyebrow at him as he rested his hands either side of Stiles' hips and pressed close again.
"I have seen what you looked like as a teenager to adolescent unless the whole town was blind you had experience," Stiles snorted.
"People were interested but I wasn't that interested back. It takes a specific person to catch my attention," Peter shrugged touching their noses together, the look in his eyes leaving no doubt as to the fact that he was interested in Stiles with a capital I.
Stiles licked his lips and then gave in to the temptation leaning forward and pressing their lips together hungrily. Gods he hadn't even realised that he wanted Peter this badly!
"What the fuck is going on here!" Scott shouted.
"Oh come on!" Derek groaned.