In Olden Days

Days go by, and they are no closer to finding a way back to their own time, and Peter is no closer to getting laid. It seems that every time the Alpha is alone with Stiles, and things began to get hot and heavy, Derek pops up out of nowhere and drags his Uncle off.

Peter was considering murder again, consequences be damned.

"Father is coming"

At his desk, Peter looked up from the reports given to him earlier, there have been attacks around the borders; currently there haven't been any witnesses to the attacks. Mainly because the victims were already dead, but Peter had his suspicions.

"Father?" Peter blinked.

"Yes, my Father, the wolf who threw you into the wall when you asked for my hand in Courtship and then marriage. You remember him don't you?" Stiles teased as he came over and kissed his husband on the forehead.

"Ah, yes him" Peter said, rumbling when long fingers ran themselves through his hair, "I believe that incident was one of our many bonding moments"

Stiles chuckled, "His letter says he's coming by to discuss the attacks at the border and see how we are settling into married life; and though he didn't state it, I'm sure he also coming here to try his hand at Courtship again"

"Courtship?"

Stiles nodded as he's pulled into the other's lap, "With Christopher, don't tell me you've forgotten, especially since you find it so entertaining"

"Of course I remember" Peter purred as he nibbled on an earlobe.

He couldn't wait to tell Argent.

~.~

"Father!"

Peter and the other watched as Stiles descended the stairs and flung himself at the giant Werewolf.

"He's huge" Isaac whispered.

"My little pup!" the Werewolf laughed as he lifted Stiles in the air, the laugh was a deep rumbling earthy sound, a though the earth itself was laughing.

The High Alpha, Aziz, nuzzled his son before placing him on his feet and looking right at Peter. The older Hale was frozen in his spot as urges reared up in him, urges to roll over and show his belly; to nip at the Alpha's jaw, to whine, whimper and beg for the Werewolf's approval and affection. Yet at the same time, he wanted to cower before the Alpha.

Aziz looked away, and the intense urges were gone, leaving Peter both relieved and disappointed. Still reeling from the sudden emotions that he hadn't felt in a very long time, the Alpha King missed Aziz greet the others (which was a lot of hugs and scent-marking), but he doesn't miss what happened next and all the emotions are replaced with anticipated amusement when Aziz gets to a weary looking Chris.

"Christopher" Aziz purred, "I've missed you"

The Alpha moved very close to the Hunter, and Chris looked five seconds away from stabbing the wolf with one of his many knives everyone, Aziz included, knew he had hidden.

Aziz looked disturbingly excited at the thought.

"Papa" Stiles said amused, "behave yourself"

Aziz's flirty grin grew before he took Chris's hand, the Hunter tensed but didn't stab, and kissed the back of it. Chris's cheeks go red and he snatched his hand back, Aziz is unperturbed by it and turned his attention back to his son who is giggling. With the High Alpha's attention elsewhere and now filled with glee, Peter looked at everyone else's reaction; because of course he didn't tell them about the High Alpha and Chris bit. Surprisingly Derek looked as equally as he gleeful as he did, Cora was giggling, Scott looked very much confused. Boyd looked bored, Isaac was torn between disturbed and amused, Lydia had a calculating look in her eyes that Peter doesn't know what to make of and Allison looked seconds away from defending her father's honor.

"Lunch in the garden sounds nice, naturally, everyone will be joining us, yes?"

While everyone else nodded in agreement, Peter looked back to his husband and father-in-law just in time for his said husband to loop their arms together, "Wonderful" Stiles smiled, "we'll let you settle in and then meet you in the garden, Christopher, could you show father to one of the guests' rooms"

"What happened to my usual one?" Aziz asked, as Chris nodded stiffly.

"…It's best if you don't know" Stiles said after a moment.

Aziz blinked, before shrugging and turning his attention to Chris, "Lead the way" he said.

Chris, after a moment, nodded and started to turn around to lead the Alpha to one of the room; only to stop and glare at the High Alpha who merely smiled innocently. Suspicious, Chris narrowed his eyes.

"After you Alpha" Chris then said.

Aziz's smile grew before he started walking up the stairs, Chris following some moments later, the others watch them go. No sooner had the two disappear behind the door do the others hear a loud yelp quickly followed by the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

~.~

An hour before they were to meet his father-in-law for lunch, Peter was settled between Stiles legs, making it his mission to leave as many marks on his husband's lovely neck as possible when the door was suddenly kicked in. The Alpha yelped when he was pushed off both Stiles and the bed and onto the floor.

"Derek" Peter sighed from his sprawled position on the cold hard floor, in the bed, Stiles giggled.

"Lunch is ready" Derek said, looking far too happy in Peter's opinion, "and the High Alpha is waiting for us"

"Thank you Derek" Stiles nodded as he got out of bed, he stepped over his husband, "well, don't just lay there husband dear, father is waiting"

Peter grumbled.

Five minutes later, the three of them are in the garden sitting down on a large blanket with the rest of the Pack and the High Alpha. Chris was sitting as far away as possible from the High Alpha, who didn't seem at all upset about it.

"So tell me Peter, how are things along the border? Have you figured out who is causing this?" Aziz asked.

"I have a theory" Peter answered, "however, I need more evidence, until then I have positioned more guards"

"I noticed that along the way here" Aziz nodded before he bite into some cheese, "tell me about your theory"

Peter paused in taking a sip of his wine, trying to come up with a way of explaining that the attacks on the borders were possibly the work of Alphas from another time without sounding insane. Apparently, he was taking too long, because the High Alpha tilted his head and something flickered in those amber eyes before he spoke.

"Are the ones, or thing that is attacking the border, the same as you?" he asked, tilting his head to the Pack "not of this time?"

There is stunned silence as Aziz patiently waited for an answer, beside Peter, Stiles gave an amused hum as he took a sip of his wine. It drew Peter's attention, the King's brow furrowed then they sparked with suspicious and just a hint of pride.

He always said Stiles was the smart one.

"How long?" Peter asked him.

Stiles ripped apart his bread and popped a piece into his mouth, he chewed and swallowed before answering, "I noticed it during on our wedding night, but figured it was just nerves. But afterwards, some of the things all of you said or did didn't make sense, and you, my dear husband; have a tendency to pause when a question catches you off guard"

While everyone else stared at Stiles, Aziz helped himself to some more wine.

"….Huh" Peter finally said.

Whelp, lunch was definitely interesting.

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