In Olden Days
"Now that we know that you know, can we have sex now?"
"Oh my god, Peter!"
Peter blinked, and looked over at Scott who looked equal parts disgusted, shocked, and horrified. "What?"
"At least he'll get something," Aziz grumbled.
Sitting across from him, Chris raised a brow, the large dagger settled next to him, gleamed in the light.
Derek just sighed.
Chuckling, Stiles continued on with his letter to his Aunt, he finished up his explanation. Then reread it to make sure nothing was missing, then signed, folded and closed it with his seal. He then turned into his chair, he watched and listened as Peter and Scott bickered, while Isaac ignored them in favor of the book that Stiles had given to him. Lydia was out on the balcony enjoying her tea with the other girls, and Boyd. His father was once again flirting with Chris, who kept fingering his dagger.
Derek looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.
The Prince wondered what their expression would be if he told them that this was pretty much what a normal afternoon was like with their counter-parts.
"Best not," Stiles thought as he watched Chris flip his father over the table.
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"….I'm sorry, you're going to do what?" Lady Katherine asked.
"I'm going to investigate the attacks on the borders, it's why I came here, aside from seeing my son…..and doing unspeakable things to Christopher."
"How much do you love your father?" Chris said to Stiles.
"Very much." Stiles responded, amused.
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"Damn."
"I love you too Christopher," Aziz purred.
"Please," Katherine sighed, "can we get back to the subject? Alpha, do you think it's wise for you to go?"
"Well, I'm not going to alone. For one thing, it'd be stupid of me, and more importantly, Stiles wouldn't let me."
"I could never make you do anything you didn't want to do father." Stiles smiled sweetly.
No one in the room believed him.
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In the end, Chris, Derek, and Peter joined Aziz the next morning toward the border that was an eight day horseback ride. All four men knew this was some kind of punishment. Peter was sure Stiles had some kind hand in it, especially with the way his husband (maybe wife) had smiled as he and the others saw them off.
Either way, they made it alive, and with limbs in-tact to the border town Crescent sometime in the early evening. They are greeted by the baron there, who manor they were staying in. Aziz did most of the talking during dinner, before they headed off to their rooms to rest. When morning came, Aziz and Peter separated from Chris, and Derek the latter two going to talk to the locals and victims about the attacks, while the king and High Alpha went to the spot where the attacks were most frequent.
"Well, they're smart," Aziz mumbled as they stared at the river.
With the water, whoever was attacking could wash away their scent, making it harder to track them.
"I'm smarter," Peter said before moving around.
"Such modesty," Aziz chuckled as he moved closer to the river.
The Alpha squatted down, nose twitching, amber eyes scanned looking for…something. He doesn't find anything but little fishes, tadpoles, and a very curious turtle. He went over to Peter, the other Alpha had moved further away from the river and to a small portion of woods. Aziz said nothing as he watched him.
"Found something interesting?" the High Alpha asked when the King had kneeled.
Peter picked up whatever he had found, stood, and showed it to Aziz. It was dirty torn piece of cloth, a closer examination revealed that it most likely came from someone's clothes.
"The scent is too old for me to identify it," Peter looked very upset about that fact.
Aziz took it from him, brought it up to his nose, and took a deep breath. "I can barely get a scent, but can't name it, or really describe. We'll bring it back with us for Stiles."
They looked around for close to an hour, before heading back to the town, they meet up with Derek and Chris and head back to the manor. Once there, Derek and Chris told them what they learned from the locals and the victims that survived the attacks.
"It's definitely the Alphas, and there is a good chance they are nearby. However, where and why, is the big question." Said Chris. "What do they gain from attacking people? Especially since they are not of this time."
"Our attention maybe?" Derek suggested.
"Well, they got it."
They stay at Crescent for three days, after which, they returned and Peter was greeted by Stiles tackling him to the ground and kissing everywhere inch of his face.
"Had a nice trip?" Stiles asked between kisses.
Peter made a noise that sounded like a yes, as he tried to kiss back.
"Found anything interesting?" Stiles asked again, still kissing him.
Again, Peter made a sound, hands groping the lovely ass.
Aziz chuckled as he stepped over them, Chris just sighed, walked around, and passed Aziz. Yelping, then whirled around to glare at the High Alpha. Aziz gave a wolfish grin, and moved closer. Chris took a step back, then, despite knowing better. He ran into through the castle door. Rumbling, Aziz ran after him.
Sighing, Derek bent down, wrapped an arm around Stiles waist and hauled the Prince off his Uncle.
"Noooo!" Peter whined reaching out, and making grabby hands.
Derek ignored him as he placed Stiles on his shoulder like a sack, the Prince giggled.
"Bye my love!" Stiles waved as Derek carried him off.
Peter sat up to watch them go, snickering when his wife (let's go with wife, more fun.) groped Derek's ass and his nephew jumped.
"Stop it," Derek growled when Stiles smacked his right cheek.
"But it's so nice, not as nice as your Uncle's, but still nice."
"I will drop you."
Should I let Chris give in? Let Me Know What You Think!