Chapter Five: Ways and Means

The pack didn't know what Deucalion meant and no one had the heart to explain just yet. Derek wanted the pups to have some time where they could enjoy being a pack.

The pack were riding the high of the fight, and seeing their Alphas' strength. It was virile and none of the pack had said anything when Erica dragged Boyd off to her lair, or when Lydia and Allison did the same with their other halves. Derek was torn between concern for the pack, and needing to ride the energy with his own mate. Whilst Stiles couldn't lie and say that he was a virgin any longer they did try and keep up the pretence that they were waiting until he was eighteen.

However it should be noted that Stiles was a teen, and whilst he respected Derek's wishes – he was a horny teen. Therefore Stiles took one look at Derek and made the decision for him. He took Derek's larger hand into his own, and without being too obvious presented his neck as he waltzed up to their room. Derek was entranced and followed behind in a daze much to Peter and Brian's amusement. Derek maybe the Alpha but Stiles definitely had Derek wrapped around his little finger.

"It is brilliant that he can tear an Alpha apart but is completely whipped by a human?" Brian asked mirth his voice, settling against Peter on the plush sofa.

Peter sighed, "Well in my nephew's defence the boy has a powerful magic, and it's not like Stiles has any issue ripping apart an Alpha himself if they are threatening the pack."

There was a reason that Stiles was one of his favourite humans; he was a brilliant wolf, without even being one. He had never lied about the fact that he thought Stiles would make an excellent wolf. Peter had figured out though that while Stiles would have made an excellent wolf; he was an even better Alpha mate. It was simple, anyone with eyes could see how well he balanced Derek, and on the subject of better halves his own was giving him a very amused look.

Brian gave him a look that said, 'please. Who are you trying to kid?' "Oh the Alpha is being led alright but not by his human."

Peter laughed; glad to see that his mate's sense of humour had returned. "You are right but I fear that I should follow my Alpha's example."

He finished aiming for innocent and earnest and failing miserably. He could charm anyone – it had been why he'd been a good lawyer before the fire, but he'd never be able to pull off innocent.

"Uh-huh." Brian said obviously not convinced, and Peter was only just learning to be leery of Brian's wicked smile. Brian leaned in, nipping his ear before whispering, "Oh baby I will rock your world but I want some answers."

His tone let Peter know that Brian was deadly serious. He could foresee many arguments in the future that he would lose whenever Brian used that tone. It was going to be as bad as Stiles' Pack mom voice; affecting a harried tone, "Yes dear."

Brian smiled sweetly as he took his hand to lead him upstairs to their room, "Fuck you dear. Careful I might get a headache."

Peter pouted, and one of the betas' walked into a wall seeing Peter being so playful - it wasn't something they were accustomed to from Peter. "Fine I'll behave," He said sighing as if he was making a magnanimous gesture.

They were careful not to restart the conversation until they were in their room where no one could overhear them. Peter casually got ready for bed, and he watched with hungry eyes as Brian stripped. Brian as a born wolf was unconscious about his body image, and now that he wasn't fighting off Alpha inflicted injuries - Peter was more than happy to ogle.

Peter's arousal could not be hidden when his mate bent over double presenting his toned pale ass. It was lean and muscular, and made Peter just want to mount him. Brian bought out the animal in Peter that was never far from the surface on most days. And what was his mate's response?

A filthy smirk and he sat casually in the high backed chair; legs sprawled wide showing all of the things that Peter wanted to lick and taste. "Deucalion," Brian prompted.

Peter threw his head back in frustration, as this was most definitely not what he wanted the topic of conversation to be when he was aroused. It didn't help that at the moment, the whole pack was catching the Alpha mates' feedback loop.

Knowing that he wouldn't be able to deflect, or dissuade Brian he explained. "He is the leader of the Alpha pack!"

Brian sucked in a breath, "Like Carter?"

Peter shook his head vehemently, "No that was a mockery. These are all true Alpha's and they go around passing judgement on packs. If we get the symbol soon we are being judged."

Brian just knew, but had to ask in the vague hope that he was wrong, "Not going to be a good thing?"

Peter shook his head sighing in resignation; they would explain the situation in the morning to the whole pack and go from there. His sarcasm was a natural reflex, "And ... if that is not enough to scare your testicles back into your chest. Two are twins that can combine into one giant Alpha."

Brian could sense his mate's oncoming distress and decided to distract him. He stood up and moved with a swift grace, stalking towards his prey, "Well if that is the case then I will just have to suck them back down." He finished brazenly.

Peter groaned as Brian stalked over him, crawling up his body, until he was sitting atop his lap. "Promises, promises," he uttered raising the stakes for Brian.

Brian didn't snark back, as he had a better comeback - he licked a path from Peter's ear to his pulse. He swirled his tongue around the still vibrant claiming bite on Peter's neck. He kept up his ministrations until Peter let out a groan of desire, and only then did he lift his mouth off his mate's skin, "Oh darling I don't tease."

Wolves need contact and Peter was drowning in the skin and scent of his mate. He was everywhere with his hands, his tongue. It was the best kind of distraction. He hissed when Brian's clever tongue moved down to his nipples, swirling and then nipping at each one in turn. He and his wolf were in perfect agreement, they were purring. Brian grinned lewdly as his tongue dipped into his belly button. Peter groaned, "You're Still teasing."

Brian's smirk would have made a saint blush, "True but you will have fun along the way."

Peter fell back onto the bed and let Brian take the lead. He groaned as his cock was suddenly engulfed in warm wet heat. His eyes flew open, which was a mistake as he saw his mate's dancing, beautiful blue eyes, blown wide open in lust, and with his lips stretched lewdly across his erect straining cock. Peter gasped out, "Too close. Wanna come in you."

Brian moaned at just the idea, and laughed seeing the full bodied shiver he sent through his mate at that. He pulled off reluctantly with a lewd pop. It was his turn to pout which made Peter laugh. It was not something he was use to recently the desire to laugh and have fun.

Peter groaned seeing his mate, pout with pre-come running down his chin. He looked like a fallen angel that he alone was responsible for debauching. Peter was no longer content to let Brian take the lead; he pulled him down into a filthy kiss, their tongues entwined. He needed more though as his hands dropped down to Brian's ass.

Brian yipped in surprise when he was suddenly on the bed on all fours. He felt Peter spread his ass cheeks, and his spine was arching up in shock as Peter's tongue teased his entrance, "Fuck me right now."

Peter tutted his mate at his impatience, "No can do. It's my turn to tease."

Brian whined and offered his neck, which did cause Peter to do something. He could feel the spike in his mate's arousal and finally there was action. He could feel his cheeks being spread and whined as Peter stopped just short of his ass. He could feel his mate's breath on his ass, "You are never submissive."

Brian wasn't, but what he did want, was to be fucked. Peter was his mate, and having seen Carter today he wanted the claim re-established leaving no room for any doubts; he begged. "Fuck me, claim me."

Peter groaned as his mind filled with all the images of what he wanted to do. Right now though he would acquiesce to his mate's demand, but he would do it his way. He bent down and his tongue slipped inside his mate's crack. He moaned at the sheer strength of scent here. He wanted to roll in it, but while he couldn't do that he was able to lick, and thrust inside.

Brian lost the ability to form words it was so good. Peter was rimming him and it was sending bolt after bolt of arousal up his spine. He fell forward onto his elbows when the strong tongue pierced his entrance, he loved being rimmed but he wanted Peter's dick. "More."

Peter needed to be inside Brian, he wanted to claim just as much as Brian needed to be claimed. He pressed a finger inside needing to see if Brian was stretched enough. Werewolves could take damage but Peter never wanted to hurt Brian.

Brian whimpered, as he felt his ass give way to Peter's fingers. He was being scissored open by Peter, but it wasn't enough. He thrust back and forth trying to pick up a rhythm but it still wasn't enough. "Please."

Peter withdrew his fingers gently, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of Bri's neck. "You never have to beg. I'll give you what you need."

Brian was writhing underneath him, needing to feel his mate inside him; it was more than just need. He felt like if he didn't get what he wanted he would explode. He keened high and needy as he felt Peter enter him, splitting him open - in a good way. He knew that even with wolf healing – he would feel this tomorrow. He wanted to thrust back against Peter but the teasing bastard stilled his hips, he was pinned by strong hands with claws slipping out.

Brian eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt Peter bottom out, and just rest his balls against his ass, and the knot just teasingly catching his entrance. Right now, he wanted nothing more than Peter's knot. He wasn't worried about distracting Peter, or Wolf packs this was about them connecting as mates.

He arched up presenting his neck in the process. Peter latched onto it, but Brian was pleased as Peter loosened his hands around his waist. He started a counter rhythm to Peter's thrusts, whining as the knot kept teasing him. Each thrust the know was getting closer and closer to being in him, and that was what he really wanted. "Do it, knot me!"

Peter groaned, "The things you say."

He must have agreed though as with one strong thrust - he was in, Brian felt him stretching until he was near bursting. And he felt it as Peter flooded his ass with his cum, it was enough to set his own climax off. They collapsed together in a sated mess together, still tied. Brian purrs as they snuggle. "Love you."

"Love you."

Even as they fall asleep though Brian is putting his devious mind to how the pack can stay safe. It was about time he put his devious mind to good use and he would have an ally in Stiles.