After they all had gotten out of that warehouse everybody a little bloody, but Stiles the only one a little battered they all three of them went back to the safe house at Stiles' direction leading a burning funereally pyre in their wake. Chris and Peter were holding up one of the wolves from inside unconscious, he was just barely on the cusp of being a man. Eighteen and nothing more. He had answered Stiles' questions honestly after having seen just what Stiles would do to get the truth and was innocent of any crime. The boy had been sent to prove his loyalty to his pack when all he wanted to do was protect his family and go to school. There was no reason to punish the boy so Stiles said that they were to let him go. He would serve as their message to the Burnland Alpha. And word would spread of why he had been spared the fate of their pack mates.
The two men through the kid into the trunk and both men followed the boy into the car. Peter took the back be hid the driver right next to Stiles but still right behind Argent. This mad Chris snort but he made no comment except to say that he wasn't a taxi service. They dropped the boy on a street corner in at the edge of town before heading back to the safe house to no doubt do more research if Stiles had any say in the matter, which the wolf was loathe to deny him anything. The drive was silent but the breaths taken in necessity. Everyone reflecting on the events of the warehouse on their own.
Chris was shocked at just what the boy was capable of, he had always assumed despite his first suggestion always being to kill the threat that he didn't have what it took to torture another living thing. He was wrong. Stiles was more than capable, and while he was all business his words were still all things that the boy would say the only thing different was the tone he went into the moment he had to begin. With a glance in the rearview Chris saw something he never thought he'd see, Peter Hale cradling Stiles to his chest as the boy cried for what he'd just done in the name of justice for his father. In just a few minutes they arrived at their destination and the tears were gone, back was the Stiles who was all harsh lines of business as they all entered the safe house.
As far as Peter was concerned Stiles was nothing more than an aggravating, no good, manipulative, little tease. And if there was one person you didn't want to toy with in their little rag tag group it was Peter Hale. Not that the younger Stilinski really had any survival instincts. After all, he ran with wolves, hunters, banshees, emissaries, and the occasional additional supposedly mythical creature. It was truly a wonder he had survived this long, though his luck would soon be running out if he continued to torment an undead, narcissistic, sociopathic, creeper wolf as Stiles liked to call him.
He always stuck his nose into everything that had nothing to do with him. Was always somehow the one to figure out the solution to the pack's problem no matter what it is. Except for Peter's problem, because Stiles was Peter's problem. The worst part was Peter was almost certain, because with Stiles you could never be one hundred percent positive of anything other than he will do anything to save his pack, that Stiles wasn't tempting him on purpose. He was just being himself and that was as it appeared more than enough to drive the eldest Hale to the edge of his control.
Watching the boy as he sat on the couch reading over multiple bestiaries that he had managed to collect during the Beacon Hill's pack's little adventures, trying to find an answer to their latest problem. Pack hierarchy and rules, searching endlessly for loopholes. Peter's attention was drawn to the pen cap held between the boy's lips and the way his free hand ran up and down his thigh fingertips barely brushing the denim covered thigh all the way from knew to hip. Up and down in a constant rhythm, as the pen cap was suckled on like a makeshift pacifier between two pink, wet, bitten lips.
Peter was so distracted by the sight before him that it took him a moment to notice the scent of aroused male in the air. It was just Stiles, Argent, and himself trying to research this late into the night for answers they knew they would;t find. Immediately Peter looked to Stiles positive it had to be the boy, only to find him frustrated and exhausted, but not aroused. Slowly turning to look at the only other person in the room Peter saw Chris Argent's eyes glued to the boy File of paper's abandoned in his lap. An evil smirk spread across Peter's face as he made his way behind the hunters seat bending to speak low in his ear, confident that his Alpha wash't paying either of attention to them. "Just scrumptious isn't he. Such a good. Little. Boy."
It was worth it to see the hardened patriarch to the oldest hunting families startle and look shamed at the wolf's words, the stiffening of shoulders and the set to the man's jaw. "I don't know what you're talking about Hale." The cackle he received in response to the obvious lie reminded Chris of when the man had killed his sister with his bare hands, hands that were now running across the boy's shoulders before diving into the muscle causing the teen to let loose a moan so pornographic that it couldn't have been on purpose. All this happened as Peter watched Chris over the boys shoulder, eyes shining with silent laughter at the hunter. What Peter didn't expect was for Chris to get up from his seat and move closer to the boy.
Running his fingers through the ever tousled soft brown hair Chris looked down at the boy saying, "Come on son, you should get some sleep. We can do this later, there is time." Peter wanted nothing more than to smack that hand that Stiles had been unconsciously nuzzling into away from his Alpha, but he couldn't and Argent knew it. Chris was leaving his scent on the boy in a way that as acceptable by normal terms, but to Peter it was uncalled for despite the teasing. After all they had just been captured by enemies Stiles didn't smell like pack much anymore and it made Peter's wolf prowl on edge waiting for a reason to lash out.
"You're right all this crapton of nonsense will still be here after a nap." He stood patting the hand from Chris patting him on his head, and squeezing the wrist of one of Peter's hands that had been on his shoulders before heading off to one of the bedrooms to pass out for a few hours. Peter's wolf calmed a bit at the touch of his wrist not feeling quite as on edge, leaving him calm enough to once again take his seat gathering up all the information before joining the young man in sleep, though in a different room sadly.
Chris was the first to wake at the sound, a scream. He ran towards the room Stiles had claimed as his own only to find the boy thrashing about in his sleep screaming at the top of his lungs. Without a thought he jumped into the bed grabbing hold of the boy to try and prevent him from causing himself any harm hushing the poor boy who's dreams plagued him. "Daddy? I'm sorry Daddy. Please come back." At this point Peter was standing in the doorway looking in at the scene having heard everything feeling nothing but rage and loss which Chris could see clearly on his face for the first time instead of the usual indifferent yet somehow still smug mask he had always worn in the hunter's presence.
As the wolf moved forward into the room with that look that said there would be pain and suffering Chris' hold on the half asleep boy in fear that he wasn't ashamed to admit to feeling which seemed to only aggravate the wolf further as he slowly crawled towards Stiles scooting up close to the boy's back one hand petting through his hair, the other rubbing soothing circles along the boy's arm. Murmuring softly, "I know, little one. I know he's want to be here too, but we are making them pay. They will regret what they did to him."
Eyes locked on Chris with every word as the boy relaxed into the wolf crying silent tears now that would make any man with a heart want to kill whatever made such a thing to happen. He could see the wary look in the wolf's blue eyes at having to share his Alpha but with the boy's grip on Chis he really had no choice for the moment but it was clear who knew how to calm the boy, who had been there first and it wasn't the hunter no matter how he wished it was. So he let his eyes drop in submission to the wolf and loosened his hold on the boy though he didn't relinquish it.