Chapter - New faces

Stiles and Derek came down the stairs, showered and looking vaguely presentable. Well they couldn't hide the fact that they had had sex all day from a werewolf's nose, but they didn't want to. When they entered the kitchen together it was to see Peter moping on the counter, his head down looking for all the world like a kicked puppy. Stiles would have teased him but he just looked so pathetic he didn't have the heart to.

Peter would continue to mope until his mate finished his shift. It was pretty bad as Stiles had the overwhelming urge to hug the shit out of Peter. He settled for, "Come on let's go and mock Twilight."

Derek laughed as you've never had entertainment until you've heard Stiles and Peter rip the shirt of the twilight movies. The last times his sides had hurt with how much he'd laughed. It had been that good - it had defeated a werewolves healing.

Still Derek was all in favour of doing something that could distract his Uncle and not end in violence. Just as they were getting to the good bit i.e. the reveal of sparkly vampires Derek heard the car pull up in the drive. Stiles may not have been able to smell who it was, but just looking at the way Peter visibly brightened - it wasn't too hard to figure out who was about to enter the house.

Brian, bless his soul, had no idea that he'd end up with his mate hugging him tighter than an octopus. He looked over Peter's shoulder quickly before he was returning the scenting and his eyebrows communicated the message of WTF to Stiles. The Alpha mate's only response was to smirk in a filthy way. He couldn't resist one dig though, "Hey Peter go and appreciate his uniform out of mine and Derek's eye line."

Peter growled as he reluctantly pulled away from his mate's neck. He would have said something but was more focussed on drinking in his mate, who like Stiles suggested looked particularly edible in that uniform. "Don't disturb." He growled as he all but dragged his mate away to their den. He needed to have Brian alone and give him his undivided attention. His mate yipped when his ass was smacked playfully, and laughed breathlessly as he was carried up the stairs.

Brian groaned as he was finally put down in their room. He wanted to focus but Peter was slowly destroying his ability to think anything close to resembling a higher order function. His brain was dwindling down to need, want, mate and mine. The wolf was bouncing around his skull closest in these moments, and he whimpered feeling his mate's hands on his skin. "Don't rip the uniform."

Brian wasn't thinking too clearly but knew that he did not want to spend an age with cotton and thread fixing it tomorrow. He felt his mate grumble, and the words were said against his skin, "Won't destroy it - too pretty in it."

Brian wanted to object, but Peter was undoing his uniform shirt button by tantalising button. It should have been Peter who was being teased by the slow reveal but Brian wanted to feel more than his mate's breath on his skin. "Come on."

Peter chuckled, "Oh no you came home wrapped up so tantalising. It would be wrong of me to rush this gift."

Brian whimpered in frustration throwing his head back against the door, whining as a hint that he wanted more. Peter just chuckled as he continued to slowly, ever so slowly, unwrap his gift. It really was something to be savoured - if there was one thing that Peter would never take for granted in life it was Brian.

Peter sighed finally having undone the shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. He took a minute to appreciate his mate - all pale skin with the bite mark showing up proudly. It made him think of all the delicious things he wanted to do to Brian. He would start by making sure there was no barrier between him and his mate.

Brian whined when he was finally free of his uniform and pressed up against Peter. It was just a shame that Peter was still clothed. Brian moved to nuzzle and scent Peter's neck; he relished the sensation of the rough clothing against his bare skin. Still Brian was more than capable of playing dirty, "Want to feel you. Skin on skin."

Peter groaned into his mate's neck as the words washed over him, he didn't much care for his own clothes ripping them off in one motion. He was like Brian needing to feel the essence of them. He groaned as the scent of them together and aroused flooded his nose. He wanted to howl; let the world know that this amazing wolf was his.

Brian didn't let him stay in his head though as he took to leaving a trail of biting kisses down Peter's toned stomach. It really was a chest that deserved attention, and when he was on his knees his mouth watering at the vision in front of him. Brian looked up with a coy grin before nuzzling him, letting him soak up the scent of Peter at his strongest.

Peter threw his head back against the wall as his mate teased him. He started to lick, little kitten licks around the head of his weeping erection. Peter didn't even bother to hide his whimper when his slit was tongued so as to remove the pre-come. He groaned though when Brian moaned around his erection; it sent the vibration up along his spine.

Brian loved the taste of his mate, and bobbed up and down chasing the taste along the rock hard erection. He used his tongue to tempt, and experiment to find where Peter tasted best. It was like having the world's best, most erotic lollipop just for you. He whined when Peter pulled him up, he pulled off with a lewd pop and whine.

Peter saw the dazed look of his mate and couldn't help but pull him into a filthy kiss; wanting to chase his taste and Brian's out of his mouth. He smirked at the keening sound Brian made when he pulled back just enough that they were no longer touching. He needed more and pulled them down on the bed. He grinned realising that they had landed on top of the bed, but he'd landed on top of Brian.

Brian was unbearably aroused and tried grinding his hard on against the bed linen. It didn't help as Brian knew what he needed was his mate. He rolled over with surprising grace and sighed with relief feeling Peter stroke his back. It was soothing but each of the muscle groups were jumping as he knew it was leading to something more. Sure enough, he felt Peter spread his cheeks and he fell forward onto his elbows. He whimpered feeling the strong tongue swirl around his not so hidden entrance.

Peter grinned and carried on with his intention to drive his mate wild. He couldn't help but revel in his mate's whines and whimpers as his tongue started to spear inside his entrance. He himself groaned as the taste of his mate exploded on his tongue. He couldn't get enough and would have laughed at the way his mate kept rocking back against his tongue with what could only be described as a demanding whine.

Brian loved Peter's hands, tongue, dick ... everything really but right now he needed to be fucked. He'd been away from his mate for eight whole hours and was feeling separation anxiety. "Need you to ... fuck me."

Peter groaned and thrust three fingers up near Brian's mouth. Brian went to town fellatoing them with relish and the burning desire to get fucked soon. He sucked on them and his eyes closed as he focussed on just the one thing. He pouted as they were pulled away but not for long as he was soon whimpering for way better reasons.

Peter reluctantly put his tongue away, but not before pushing one finger up inside of Brian. He had to stop for a second as he grew accustomed to the tight heat that was his mate. Peter loved the way that Brian was always so tight and he gently used one finger to open Brian up. When he felt his mate start to once again thrust back against him; he then moved to two fingers. It was hard for him not to just give into his wolf and just take and claim him.

Brian appreciated that his mate cared for him and didn't want to see him hurt, really he did. However in the here and the now, he just wanted Peter to stop being so gentle, "fuck me."

Peter stilled, and took a few deep breaths to get himself back under control. Brian kept the darkness away but he was hell on his control. He mumbled, "Won't hurt mate."

Brian would have huffed if he had the energy, or the focus, instead he played dirty as is his wont, "Want to feel you ... won't hurt me."

Peter just groaned and bit his shoulder as a way to try and channel some of the excess lust because like he said - didn't want to hurt his mate. Once he felt like he was more than just pure instinct he lined himself and thrust inside slowly, savouring the way Brian opened up for him.

Brian loved the feel of Peter entering him, opening him up. He loved how connected and intimate they felt when they were joined; of course he didn't want slow right now. He groaned when Peter pulled, almost right out so only the tip was resting inside him before thrusting back inside. He whimpered as his prostate was tagged with ruthless efficiency there may have even been the odd howl. Peter was really very talented in bed; he knew how to please his mate.

Peter may have been good but there was no way that he was going to be able to last much longer. He was chasing their combined orgasm - the arousal was thick in the air and he reached around wanting to stroke his mate.

Brian threw his head back, back arched in arousal and sighed in satisfaction as he went over the edge. He melted into Peter's touch as his mate came at the same time and bit down. He was sleepy and sated but wasn't quite ready to fall asleep until he returned the bite. That was how they worked as a couple by being a partnership.

It would take a few hours before they were ready to leave their den and return back to the pack. Peter was no longer the undead creeper, but rather the pouting uncle. Brian found it adorable and pecked his lips, "Come on, the pups will whine if we don't go down."

Peter frowned, "They're Derek's not ours."

Brian chuckled, "And yet you love them. Don't lie to me."

Peter's pout deepened if possible, "I will deny all charges."

Brian had to bite back the comment about how he was more than willing to cuff Peter anytime he wanted. He would just need to have a word with Stiles if they could find some werewolf proof cuffs that didn't involve Wolfsbane.

Stiles didn't say anything when the sheepish came back downstairs, mainly because he was sympathetic - remembering what it was like for him and Derek.

They were lying around the living room waiting for Isaac and Scott to finish their shift at Deaton's. Derek was getting a tad annoyed by the Pups moping and wanted to avoid Brian and Stiles traumatising the Pups. "Let's go into Town and get them."

The pack scrambled up and into cars - the teen wolves had wrinkled their noses at Brian and Peter and scrambled into Allison's SUV. Her dad realising that her life was inextricably linked with the Hale pack and seeing that that was unlikely to change anytime soon gifted her with the car.

Derek shook his head at the wicked grin shared by Brian and his mate. There was more than one reason why all the betas' had escaped the mischievous pair. The night before Jackson cracked a joke; Stiles and Brian got manic glints in their eyes and explained in excruciating detail just what the benefits of having a Hale mate were.

It had been kind of hilarious; Peter and Derek had been torn between horrified fascination and preening at their prowess being acknowledged by their mates. Peter though was just amused, "Please like you object to being able to have adult conversation."

Derek had to acknowledge that his uncle had a point. Whilst Stiles was the same age it was painfully obvious that when it came to maturity he was well ahead of the learning curve. "Well I never said I would kick the gift horse."

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Let's go and see if Mrs Lander's has done her job."

Peter looked a little bemused, "Let me know when you want to run the world and I'll help."

Stiles snickered as Derek groaned, "Don't encourage either of them."

Brian stuck his tongue out, "I'm an upstanding member of society."

Stiles grinned, "Who is already breaking the female hearts of Beacon Hills. I thought the waitress was going to try and kill me when I said you were married."

Brian grinned, as his entwined with Peter's - with the recent change of laws in America they had decided to formalise their mating in the eyes of the human law too. "Well none can hold a candle to Peter."

Stiles rolled his eyes at that even if it was cute. "Please he won't be able to fit his head through a door."

Peter joined his mate in the back curling around each other, and then stuck his tongue out. Stiles was shaking with silent laughter in the front seat, "You promised Derek adult conversation."

Brian shook his head, "Nah, we're more fun."

"Can't argue with that." Stiles was so glad that he'd found an ally that appreciated his sense of humour.

Derek kind of knew that even in the more peaceful times - the pack would never be boring. Stiles and Brian would see to it that everyone was kept on their toes. Brian's face lit up with a smile that the Hales were learning meant trouble, "Hey Stiles have you thought of studying politics at college?"

Stiles grinned, "Oh actually doubling in that and Law."

Peter perked up as he had been a lawyer before the fire, "Well it would be nice to have another lawyer in the family."

Stiles nodded; he'd discussed it with Derek and both agreed with the pack's propensity to get into trouble it would be prudent to have a valid lawyer in the group. "You'll be sick of the questions."

Peter shook his head, "Nope, only stupid questions bore me."

Stiles started giggling, he couldn't help it. "Well why have you come to town?"

Derek laughed at that; he thought his mate had a very valid point. He was never fond of stupid people and whilst he didn't think that anyone in Beacon Hills was truly stupid - they were ignorant of the supernatural and that made them seem stupid, or, painfully innocent. He wasn't sure, which was a worse state to be in when living in Beacon Hills.

Stiles' phone ringing broke the temporary silence. He opened up his messages and snorted upon seeing the text because Jesus Christ the pups had eaten not an hour earlier. "Pups are at the diner; they are hungry and figure they may as well eat while they wait."

Derek rolled his eyes, it truly was a good thing that he was independently wealthy and that both he and his Uncle were trained into how to manage stocks. "Tell me they have the standard credit card."

Stiles looked unimpressed, "Yes because I thought it was a good idea to give hormonally challenged werewolves access to the black American Express."

Brian laughed at the argument; he got the feeling that they were hearing an old argument. Or at the very least, the Beacon Hills Alpha couples version of old-married-were-couple argument. "You too are so cute."

The matching scowls were enough to have Brian and Peter collapsing into a fit of giggles. It really was too funny to see. Peter though just snorted, "Come on we need to make sure the Pups don't do too much damage and I need to warn the women off my man."

Stiles wasn't sure if sassy-stay-away from my man Peter was scarier than undead-creepy-psycho Peter, but he had a feeling that anyone who crossed this Peter would probably wish for death. He pulled on Derek's hand, "Come on, someone needs to keep the peace."

Derek looked bemused, "Isn't that what your dad pays Brian to do?"

Stiles gives him a look as if to say you're not funny, not even a little bit. In response to it - Derek smiles that special smile; you know the one where he makes everyone wonder why they even suspected him of being a killer.

Walking into the diner they decide to sit just behind the pups - letting them have their fun. Derek grinned knowing that Stiles wanted to sit with the pups; he'd get anxious if they were apart too long but he didn't want to leave Derek. He shoved Stiles into the booth so he could see and hear the pups. "You're too cute."

Stiles eyes narrowed as Brian and Peter slid into the booth with him. The waitress came over to them and he was kind of glad that it wasn't the same waitress as this morning as she might spit on his coffee. She was momentarily appreciative but took note of the ring on his finger, which was entwined with Peter's ringed finger. Stiles was utterly relieved that the she did the math and realised that two plus two came up with - married. He really didn't want to have to deal with a pissed off jealous Peter Hale. He didn't have time to hide the bodies - was it sad that that was where his mind went at the thought of Peter and murdering? He figured that now if he was hiding bodies for Peter it would be because they deserved it.

Derek knowing his mate said, "What?"

Stiles shrugged, "Just worrying about my disturbingly pragmatic view on life and how things have changed."

Peter knew why Stiles was his favourite human, and that was clearly not something that was ever going to change, as he seemed to grasp what he was thinking. "You're still my favourite human."

"Love you too UncleCreeper."

Brian was playful, "My creeper."

Derek smiled, "And no one can deny."

He wouldn't, he was just relieved that he wouldn't have to kill one of his few remaining relatives. It would kill something inside of him if he had too. He was bemused to see Stiles squirming where he sat, rolling his eyes, "You know you can go the restroom."

Stiles rolled his eyes he was more than aware that he was allowed but he had a spidey feeling. The pack had learned not to just dismiss his 'feelings' as the least time it had led them directly to the Kanima and Gerard Argent. "Alright just be careful."

Derek let the teasing light drop from his eyes to show Stiles that he had registered his concerns. Peter tensed slightly as well knowing that if there was something that had set the Alpha couple off then he would be on the lookout as well; after all, he had a mate to protect too.

Derek may have kept Stiles tracking back to the toilet in his eye line even if it was only obvious to the other wolves. They however saw nothing unusual in Derek's highly possessive nature as they just assumed it was his natural Alpha routine. He let Peter and Brian distract him, and they were kind enough not to comment on how sad he looked.

Brian grinned, "Stiles' Dad is pretty cool, and just rolls with all the craziness around here."

Derek nodded remembering the uncomfortable first few meetings where the Sheriff knew that Derek was older, a werewolf and dating his son. Derek would freely admit that despite being a human - the Sheriff was capable of pulling off a badass routine all of his own. Derek had been intimidated and in some ways the Sheriff was more impressive as he didn't have the magic spark that Stiles had.

Brian snorted, "We went to a scene; it was pretty bad and just looks at me. I shake my head and we get on with it."

Peter snorts, "Stilinski pragmatism is to be admired."

A woman totters into Derek, who catches her before she can be embarrassed. She flushes and stammers; it was something that other men would have probably taken advantage of but not Derek. He could say that she was a pale, pretty willowy brunette, but she did nothing for Derek for the simple reason that she was not Stiles. "Oh god I am so sorry."

Derek saw no issue, "It's fine, no harm no foul."

It was becoming something of the Hale pack motto. It was the only way that they would keep any friends.

The brunette shook her head still obviously embarrassed, but now having realised that she has fallen into the lap of someone very gorgeous. "Please let me buy you a drink."

Peter and Brian shared a look as if to say, 'Is this bitch serious?' They weren't going into aggressive mode yet as the Alpha was obviously not paying any attention to the flirting. In fact, rather hilariously he hadn't even picked up on it; his attention was diverted by the restroom door opening. The smile he graced Stiles with was so breath taking that the brunette's heart skipped a beat. If it was a less family orientated place Peter and Brian would have made more than a few comments. The brunette looked in the same direction and scowled.

Peter just smirked, "You gonna make room for Stiles?"

Derek was already standing up and then seemed to remember the brunette next to him, "Really don't worry about it ... Excuse me."

It was enough to set Brian off laughing and as Stiles came back, judging from his expression you could tell that he knew that he'd missed the joke, "What is so funny?"

Peter was still laughing, "Your mate has just broken the new teacher's heart."

Stiles was smirking because while no one in town understood them; they were accepting that the Hale boy, and the Sheriff's boy were dating, and in theory they were waiting until he turned eighteen. They would have if it wasn't for mystical magical bonds that were demanding they be filled, "Well too bad. He's my sourwolf. Why did she even bother?"

Brian smirked, "Well, she probably figures being underage that the rumours are untrue. You are rather bold to be dating an older man."

Stiles stuck his tongue out, and Derek adjusted his pants because while the brunette did nothing for Derek - Stiles just had to sit by him to arouse him sometimes. "Like you can throw stones about dating elder Hales."

Brian shrugged it was kind of true, still he was 28 and Peter was 35. He watched Stiles frown, "Come to think about it. How old are you?"

Peter had a wicked grin, Stiles knew better than to expect an answer, "Not as young as we could have been but not as young as might have been."

Instead of getting frustrated like he saw the pups get at the complete non answer he snickered, "Look if you don't want to admit that you've bagged yourself a toyboy mate. That's okay."

Brian pouted, "Hey glass houses and stones buddy."

Stiles' grin was definitely of the shit eating variety, "Yeah but if any bit of genetics has seen them share traits then we hit the mother-load, right?"

The pack descended into their usual banter only a little less boisterous as they were in public. They didn't pay any attention to the teacher scowling in the corner or realise that there nice quiet rest was about to end rather spectacularly. In their fun, they just about remembered to pick up Scott and Isaac but it was a thing picked up in town. There was a close circle of friends; it was an unusual bunch true, but the Deputy and the Sheriff's son wouldn't be mixed up with bad things so they couldn't all be bad.

Stiles loved learning - it was what he always did, but school was a drag. It made his ADHD act up and was boring. Well until Miss Blake arrived at school - everything had been going so well.

School was pretty standard; there were lessons; there were Jocks and then there was their nebulous group that people were scared of. Stiles didn't care so much as long as no one screwed with their group - then all was okay in his world.

He hoped their English teacher was good this year - as it was his favourite subject. He sized up the new teacher - her name was Miss Blake and she was new to town. She seemed to take an instant dislike to Stiles which was patently unfair. It was not like it was his fault that he was Derek's mate. Okay so maybe he shouldn't have laughed at the way Derek had completely blanked the pretty brunette. It had just been nice - that in life he Stiles Stilinski was first. He no longer had the insecure issues he'd had once - mating with Derek had cured many of them but even so. It had been funny. It was just too bad that whilst everyone knew they were dating - when around town they had to be chaste. It was not too much of a hardship as the last thing he needed was for his Dad to have to arrest Derek. He was not known for his patience, the ADHD meant people had very low expectations of gin in that respect but he could wait for a year before he got handsy with Derek in public.

Still he had to smile at the way the pack growled at his mistreatment, and how they tried to protect him. It looked like he may have to deal with Harris and Blake this year. It was a good job that his ADHD and natural intelligence meant that he was quite content to study and maintain his GPA independently. Although watching the pack be passive aggressive all day did make him smile; what wiped the smile off his face though was the new twins who were in school.

They were definitely werewolves and Stiles couldn't shake the feeling that they were Alpha's which was crazy as they either belonged to a pack, or, they were crazily strong Omega's - neither option was good. It didn't matter though as the pack had his back - literally all day.

Stiles wanted to think more about the issue but it was lunch and he was hungry. So he did what was expected of a teenager boy headed in search of sat down at lunch kind of freaked out, and kind of sympathizing with every girl who has ever wanted to scratch out another's eyes for moving in on their man.

He kind of wanted to scratch out Miss Blake's eyes - not because she made a move on Derek. It had been funny and painful to watch according to Brian as she had been ignored by Derek. He had just been overly polite and ignored any flirting. Stiles didn't laugh as he figured the victory was pretty sweet - but it seemed like she was determined to make his life miserable. If only she was a psychotic grandpa - she might have a chance of scaring him.

"Erica on a scale of one to ten how bad would it be, if I scratch a woman's eyes out?" Stiles asked and the werewolves all noted the seriousness of the question.

The blonde bombshell dropped the apple she'd been eating suggestively back on her tray, "Say the word and the pack will do it."

Stiles smiled, the soft one, the one that meant he was glad he was pack mom and would do anything for his pups. "Thanks Batgirl but I'll pass; we'll wait until the Pack Meeting tonight back at Derek's before we discuss a plan."

Erica brightened up, and the vicious smile promised havoc in the future. Boyd seeing the matching smiles on Erica and Stiles' faces made him think that Derek should be less worried about Brian and Stiles; and be more worried about Stiles and Erica.

The pack were meeting and they could discuss all their issues and weigh up all the new arrivals in town, and assess their potential threat level.

Derek was driving with Scott and Isaac in the back seats. The pack text had been sent out informing them of the time for the meeting starting. and nearly all of the pack was there - and all were staring at the door. Stiles saw his mate's quizzical stare but he could honestly say that he had nothing because as far as he was concerned he didn't know.

Seeing as the pups were unwilling to explain, Stiles and Derek muscled their way to the front and saw it. The symbol was staring right back at him, stark and bold against the wooden door. It was laughing at them, even if it was silent and was a huge sign of disrespect on Deucalion's part.

Stiles growled, and any in the pack would have thought that he was the Alpha wolf not his mate. Then again Derek wanted to tear the door off with the dreaded symbol. The couple knew what it meant and the Alpha could judge them all they liked. If they wanted to harm anyone in the pack ... well then we would have problems.

The betas' all grabbed their mates closer knowing that the Alphas were cross. "Der?"

Derek was more than okay with what he knew that his mate wanted to do. "Do it!"

Stiles grinned and the wolves smelled their pack mom's magic rising in the air. His first instinct was to burn the door to a crisp but considering what had happened to the previous Hale house; Stiles settled for breaking it in two with a powerful gust of wind.

His eyes are fierce as he takes in the anger of the pack at having their home and land invaded. Derek and he were the worst as they felt it more acutely - instincts demanded retribution. The pack grinned seeing the glowing red eyes of their Alpha and his mate's powerful glowing eyes - it meant mayhem was on the horizon.

Let the Alpha's come because by god they would give them a fight.

So fair warning this will almost definitely spurn a ficlet collection and I have an idea for two of the chapters - let me know of any prompts you want to see written and I will do my best :D