"Mating frenzy?" Jackson questioned quietly.
"What does that mean?" Stiles asked, mouth running dry.
"You've heard of females going into heat yes?" Each boy nodded. "It will be like that. Only worse." Peter's hand dropped away and he stood, squeezing Jackson's shoulder briefly before going to the window. "It hasn't started yet. If they make another move that will probably trigger it."
"Is there any way we can avoid it?"
"Convince Derek and Scott to leave the area."
"I highly doubt that's an option," Stiles said, head dropping into his hands.
"If you don't want to fight this will happen."
"I don't want to fight," Jackson admitted quietly. "I've spent my whole life fighting myself."
"He's still my best friend," Stiles added, "I don't want to fight either."
"You two saved my life. I will not ask you to fight." Relief was nearly audible in the room.
"So what do we do?" Stiles questioned. In the back of his mind he marveled how well they all fit together. As if they'd always been meant to be here.
"I suppose I'll go and talk to my nephew."
"Is it a good idea for you to go alone?" Jackson questioned, concern clear on his face.
"I'm stronger than he is," Peter said, smiling reassuringly. "Get yourself home. Stiles, maybe you could tell your father there was a break in?" Stiles sighed and nodded. He didn't want to lie to his father but he'd have to accept that this was part of his life now. He didn't imagine he'd ever be able to sit his father down for an "I'm a werewolf now" talk. His father would either take it as a joke or try to have him committed. Neither option worked for Stiles. "It will be alright Stiles," Peter murmured, crossing the room again. He sat on the bed and Stiles leaned closer before sighing again.
"I'll see you," Jackson said, running a hand through his hair briefly. Stiles managed a quick nod.
"I meant what I said. It will be alright."
"I just…never quite imagined my life being this complicated."
"Do you regret it?"
There was a sadness in Peter's eyes and it made Stiles cringe. He gripped Peter's wrist quickly.
"I do not regret saving your life," he said seriously, "and I don't regret being a part of your pack."
"So loyal," Peter said his other hand covering Stiles'. "So good." Stiles flushed.
"Don't know about the loyal part," he mumbled. Peter's hand moved from Stiles', tilting his chin up when he ducked it.
"You're loyal to your heart."
"I…" Stiles couldn't finish the thought, let alone the sentence. His skin was flushing hot and his tongue lolled in his mouth, suddenly too big. He felt drugged.
"We stayed together for your change. You're mine. Just as I am yours." Stiles' chest drew tight.
"Jackson too," he mumbled, heart slamming his ribs. Peter smiled.
"Yes. Jackson too."
"That's why we were already in your pack. We didn't have to do anything…extra." The pieces finally clicked together in his head as he thought of Derek telling Scott he'd have to kill with the alpha.
"There are many ways to join a pack. But yes, staying together through the transition solidified our bond." Stiles liked this conversation. Talking about werewolves and the pack was good. He could breathe again.
"You're sure you're okay to see Derek on your own?"
"I appreciate your zeal Stiles but this is a family matter." Stiles was quiet for a long time, looking down to where his hand still held Peter's wrist.
"Why did you do it?"
"Why did I kill my niece you mean?" Stiles shifted uncomfortably.
"Um. Yeah." Peter was quiet for so long Stiles was considering throwing himself from the window before he answered.
"Revenge can be maddening." Peter pulled away from him, running a hand over his hair and turning away. "I knew Laura would never take revenge. She was too kind. Too good." He took a breath, the words obviously weighing on him. "It was left to me." He paused again and Stiles debated if he should say something. He'd probably just fuck it up. Now was no time for a stupid joke. He stayed silent. "I tried not to. I tried to ignore the pulsing need of it. But every time I closed my eyes, when I was even able, I saw the flames. The faces of my family. Even the tiniest children." He inhaled jerkily. Stiles' ears caught every tug and swing of oxygen. "I loved Laura like my own. As I love Derek. But I loved the rest of my family too. I couldn't- I had to…"
Stiles shoved off the bed, his arms wrapping around Peter's waist as he hugged him from behind.
"It's okay," he whispered. "We don't have to talk about it anymore. I'm sorry." Stiles couldn't imagine it. But he hadn't been through what Peter had been through. Sometimes people make the wrong decisions. Peter's spine curved slightly as his body collapsed downwards. Stiles followed, his cheek resting on Peter's shoulder blade. Peter's hands covered his arms. Neither of them spoke.
"You remind me of her," Peter finally said. Stiles inhaled sharply, his heart swelling in his chest.
"T-thank you." Peter turned in the loop of his arms. His hands swept up Stiles' neck, stopping just under his jaw.
"You don't have to thank me," he insisted quietly. Stiles couldn't talk again.
"Okay," he agreed lamely.
"I don't know what I would have done without you…and Jackson," Peter murmured. "If I had somehow survived on my own that is."
"I'm sure you would have done just fine," Stile lied in an effort to lighten the mood. Peter flashed a brief smile.
"You should probably call your father." He sighed. "Just as I should probably go talk to Derek."
"The real world," Stiles murmured, groaning slightly. Peter chuckled quietly.
"We'll do it together. On three." Childishly, Stiles closed his eyes. Peter gripped his hands. "One." He pulled them away gently and held them between their bodies. "Two." Peter squeezed his hands and something ghosted over his eyebrow. "Three." Peter was gone by the time Stiles opened his eyes. Stiles gripped the back of his neck and exhaled slowly. He wasn't sure exactly what was going on here. Though he wasn't sure that anyone would know what was going on in his position. He slid his phone from his pocket and dialed his father, inhaling deeply again, trying to prepare himself for the circus.
It was hours before Stiles was able to change out of his clothes and take a shower. The warm water sluicing over him felt like a miracle straight from Jesus Christ himself. He was equally as glad to finally get out of his clothes from the formal. He had his doubts about whether he'd ever wear them again. He dropped into bed in questionably clean boxers and curled against a pillow immediately. Perfect. Now he could just relax for…like…a few hours at least. He yawned unintentionally. Maybe he'd actually sleep. Stiles' eyelids drooped at the thought. Yeah. He was definitely going to sleep. One hand moved sluggishly, dragging another pillow over his head and slapping it down. There were too many sounds. Sounds he shouldn't even be hearing. They kept invading his ears, he assumed because he didn't have anything to focus on. He forced himself to focus on his heartbeat, inhaling deeply and holding it before releasing it. Slowly he drifted down, relaxing muscle by muscle. The sounds faded into a gentle buzz and Stiles sighed gratefully. He'd reached that perfect point, the one where he was just about to slip away… And then it was like lightning struck him. White hot heat shot through his entire body. He arched off the bed, tossing both pillows away. His skin pulled tight and for some reason his hands went to his hair, tugging at it. A broken groan slipped past his lips. His eyes were drawn down to the tent in his boxers. So this was what a mating frenzy felt like.
"Fuck me," he muttered, eyes closing.
A/N: GUYS. NOTE THE RATING CHANGE. (Guess we all should have seen that coming…) SERIOUSLY NOTE IT. WARNINGS BELOW.
This has totally taken off on me. To everyone that suggested Jerek (everyone who even thought Jerek) thanks cos you're the reason that this is becoming a full fic. No more five parts. It's going until it's done.
That being said.
I want to warn you all about several things. This is the time to jump ship. We will most likely see:
Revenge obsessed!Derek
Hurt!Jackson
Dub con
Knotting
Random pairings
Jealous!Peter
Posessive!Peter
Confused!Stiles
Angst!Jerek Heavy on the angst
I think that's it. I'm really going to try and keep Jerek on the side but there will be chapters dedicated to them. Anyways. I think that's it for now.
Really excited to know what you guys think. *nudge nudge*
Thanks for reading/reviewing…whatever you're feeling.