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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Victoria_Argent
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Historical, Alternate_Universe_-_Ancient_Greece_&
      Rome, Ancient_Greece, Rape/Non-con_Elements, defloration, Pederasty,
      institutional_pederasty, Dubious_Consent, Lies, Religion
  Series:
      Part 35 of Tumblr_prompts
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-04 Words: 3724
****** Beloved ******
by Udunie
Summary
     Victoria nodded with a sour expression.
     “You could take him on, as an eromenos.”
     Peter linked his fingers together in his lap, smiling.
     “Oh, but what about my reputation? As you’ve put it, that would be
     scandalous.”
     Her mouth pulled into a frown.
     “Not if the High Priestess of the Ephesos temple proclaims that it’s
     the wish of Artemis herself.”
     Well.
Notes
     Hullo guys! So, this is another poll winner prompt! I hope you will
     like it!
     I imagined Stiles being 15/16 in this one, so if that's not your
     thing, proceed with caution. I hope all the foreign words are
     explained, or can be understand by the context ^^;;;
     All my love to Emma! <3
     The prompt was:
     I’m super into when the bottom doesn’t rly know what sex is and
     they’re super oblivious, so the top takes advantage of them while
     throwing in some of their personal kinks because the sub won’t know
     the difference between kinky sex and regular sex.. I don’t know if
     that sounds appealing to you but if you ever feel like writing a one
     shot maybe consider a story like that?
See the end of the work for more notes
 “Victoria,” Peter said with a dip of his head. The woman’s eyes narrowed.
“I’m the High Priestess of Artemis, Councilor, you would be wise to remember
that,” she said coldly. Peter bowed to her, a bit more dramatically than
necessary. He knew that of course, but considering the rivalry of their
families, he really couldn’t help himself.
“Of course, High Priestess, my apologies,” he said. “It must have been the
surprise… It’s rare for a man like me to be invited into the blessed presence
of one like you.”
Victoria huffed out a breath, motioning for him to sit.
“Yes, about that. I have… an offer to make you.”
Oh, that was interesting. Victoria had only been appointed High Priestess a few
weeks prior. She was probably still trying to cement her hold on the great
temple of Ephesus.
Whatever this was about, it could definitely become useful.
“I’m all ears, your highness.”
She gave him a look that said ‘you better be.’ Gods, Peter couldn’t fathom how
Christopher could stand her for all those years.
“I have been made aware that you are… quite fond of one of the orphans living
in the temple.”
It was Peter’s turn to size her up with suspicion. Oh, he didn’t particularly
hide his interest in the boy, but he didn’t know he was being watched. Then
again, he should have expected that. He had one of the highest positions on the
king’s council, it was bound to happen.
“Oh, am I? Who are you thinking about exactly? You have many lovely youths
living within your walls. They are all worthy of adoration.”
Victoria rolled her eyes.
“Oh, drop the schemes, Peter. You have your sights on that… that boy. That
Stiles ,” she said, spitting the name like it was rotten fish. It almost made
Peter bristle. But she wasn’t finished yet. “It’s really quite scandalous; an
aristocrat like you, lusting after a lowly, poor orphan like that… there are
many boys among the higher class who would love to be an eromenos for an
erastes like you.”
Peter leaned back in his chair. Yes, he was aware of that. All those snotty
nosed, spoiled brats would have been happy - or more like, their fathers would
have been happy - to have Peter as their ‘mentor.’ He assumed they would all
come with their neat little tricks, the sweetest compliments on their clever
little tongues… He didn’t care about any of that.
Stiles on the other hand… He was an awkward boy. Almost too old to become an
eromenos, even if his station would allow it. And it didn’t; people of the
demos weren’t known to practice mentorship.
But still, the boy had a charm that caught Peter’s eye the minute he saw him.
He was so… innocent. Nothing like the sons of the aristocrats fawning around
him at every party he attended.
“I don’t see how that is any of your concern,” he commented, just for good
measure. Sure, Peter was in the right age for taking a protegee, but there was
nothing Victoria could do to hurt him with this information. He had never even
talked to the boy before.
For a moment, she looked like she was having a battle with herself, but then
took a deep breath and looked Peter dead in the eye.
“I’m in a bit of a… situation. As the new High Priestess, it is my duty to
clean the temple of our lady Artemis of… unseemly elements. A boy his age has
no business living here, by nature, he is impure. There is a reason why Artemis
prefers her servants to be female.”
Peter raised an eyebrow. Well, well, well.
“That being said. All the lower priestesses seem to be taken with the boy. They
raised him almost from birth. If I just throw him out, they might make my work
more difficult than it has to be.”
Oh.
“And I imagine you came up with some solution to this little problem that
involves me?” Peter asked. He wasn’t foolish enough to be hopeful, but this
might actually work out in his favor after all.
Victoria nodded with a sour expression.
“You could take him on, as an eromenos.”
Peter linked his fingers together in his lap, smiling.
“Oh, but what about my reputation? As you’ve put it, that would be  scandalous
.”
Her mouth pulled into a frown.
“Not if the High Priestess of the Ephesos temple proclaims that it’s the wish
of Artemis herself.”
Well.
“So… I get the boy and can keep my reputation. You get rid of him in a way that
will shut up your priestesses…”
Victoria lifted her golden goblet to her lips.
“Do we have a deal?”
Peter picked up his own drink, raising it for a toast.
“We have a deal.”
***
He was busy at the Council when his servants told him that Stiles had arrived
at his house - the day after the declaration of the High Priestess that sent
the aristocracy buzzing. Still, there was no arguing with the Gods.
Peter finished his business as quickly as he could. He was aware that this
wasn’t how things were supposed to go. He was supposed to court the boy, send
him presents to show how serious he was… Taking an eromenos wasn’t a game.
Well, not usually.
But of course there was nothing usual about the current situation. Nonetheless,
Peter vowed that he would make the best of it.
And best of all, it wasn’t like that sweet boy knew any better.
***
He found Stiles in his bedroom - charming - sitting on his bed, tense and
awkward.
“You must be Stiles,” Peter said, closing the door behind himself. The boy
jumped to his feet, trying to straighten out the short, rough chiton he was
wearing. It looked way too small on him, but that was okay. Peter planned to
dress him only in the finest garments - on the rare occasion when the boy
wouldn’t be naked.
“Um… Councilor Hale,” Stiles said with a bow stiff enough that it was obvious
that someone just taught him how to do it recently. Peter smiled, walking up to
him.
“Yes, but call me Peter, please, since it seems like powers bigger than us
decided on our fate.”
Stiles swallowed. He was looking at Peter with a curious expression, like he
could remember seeing him. That wasn’t surprising - he’d fallen into the habit
of letting his eyes feast on the boy whenever the was at the Temple.
“I… I expected you to be angry,” Stiles said finally, his fingers twitching
with nerves. Oh, how sweet.
Peter tutted, putting a hand on his shoulder and pushing him back to sit on the
bed, taking a place beside him. It was satisfying to watch the boy’s face flush
from the closeness.
“And why would I be? It’s the will of Artemis herself - the High Priestess was
clear on that. Prophetic dreams are not to be messed with… Or are you…
dissatisfied with this turn of events?” Peter asked innocently.
Stiles shook his head quickly, eyes wide.
“No! No, I’m not! It’s just… I’m not… I’m just a commoner. And an orphan. I’ve
been told this never happened before.”
Peter rubbed the boy’s arm, as much to sooth him as to get him used to the
closeness.
“Yes. The aristocracy and the demos are quite… different. There’s a lot you
have to learn, but you needn’t worry. I will teach you everything you have to
know.”
Stiles nodded jerkily, his hands fisted in his chiton. The poor thing.
“But first, let me give you a tour of your new home.”
***
Peter led him around the villa, showing him the bath, the dining hall, the
statues in the garden… All the while, he kept touching the boy. Just a gentle
hand on the small of his back, a brush against his arm to get his attention.
Stiles was obviously uncomfortable at first, but by the time Peter was finished
showing him around he looked more at ease. Very well.
Two of his servants appeared in the hallway, holding towels and oils. Peter
smiled.
Everything as planned.
“And now it’s time for you to have a nice, relaxing bath. The servants will
help with everything,” Peter said.
Stiles looked unsure, like the prospect of leaving Peter’s side in this
strange, new place was unnerving. That was excellent. But he did really need
the boy to loosen up a little.
Peter smiled at him, going so far as to lift his hand, kissing the back of his
fingers, startling an almost inaudible gasp from the boy.
“Do not worry. You still have much to learn today, and after you’re all cleaned
up, I won’t let you out of my sight.”
***
Peter waited for him in his bedroom, lazily reading through some scrolls about
new legislation to propose to the king. It was all very dull, but then again,
with all the excitement the night promised, he didn’t mind having something to
take his thoughts off the delicious boy.
Of course, when Stiles finally walked in, all of that flew out the window.
The boy was wearing a new chiton. Peter had it made especially for him; it was…
indecently short with a low neckline and made of a fabric that was barely
thicker than a butterfly’s wing.
“You look stunning,” Peter said, completely honest for once. It didn’t hurt
that the way the boy blushed at the compliment sent his blood racing.
“T-thank you, Cou- I mean, Peter.”
“Come, sit with me,” Peter told him, ignoring the little slip for now as he
patted the bed. He watched hungrily as the boy climbed up to sit by the
headboard beside him.
“Are you nervous?” he asked, laying a hand on Stiles’ thigh. The boy didn’t
jerk away, but it was a close thing.
“I… People talk. About… About what the aristocrats do with their boys,” Stiles
said, beet red.
Peter hummed under his breath.
“Yes, I imagine. But - as I said - there’s much you don’t know yet. I know that
our practices… might look lewd or improper to someone like you, but there’s a
very good reason for these mentorships… It’s as much a curse as a blessing.”
Stiles blinked at him curiously.
Peter sighed, face serious, like he was giving up a huge secret.
“I’m sure you know that the nobility are different. Most of the famous houses
can trace their origins to demigods, at least,” he explained, waiting for
Stiles to nod. It was all bullshit, of course. The aristocracy paid hefty sums
for storytellers to connect their houses to the gods. It was all empty
politics. But then again, the demos didn’t know any better.
“We are wealthy and powerful, because we are blessed by the gods. But… our good
fortune is tied to our divine blood, and the blood needs to be tended to,
otherwise it will thin out and we will lose the favor of the Olympians.”
Even to Peter’s ears, it sounded stupid, but Stiles… Stiles had been brought up
in a temple, so far his whole life revolved around a goddess. He was eating up
every word.
“The institution of ‘mentorship,’ that the common folk find so appalling serves
that purpose. The men of the aristocracy need to pass down their essence to the
younger generations, and the youth needs to be purged of the mud in their
blood.”
Stiles was listening to him with his mouth partly open. Peter wanted to fuck
his lips, but he reigned himself in. That time would come soon, but not yet.
“How… how does that work?”
Peter smiled.
“I will show you.”
***
Stiles’ lips tasted like the honey cakes from the kitchen, and they opened
under Peter’s tongue like the petals of a flower.
He pulled the boy closer, his hand hot on his slim hips. Stiles was trembling,
his fingers tangled in Peter’s chiton, like he was lost. Sweet, sweet boy.
Stiles moaned when Peter’s tongue dipped into his mouth, tracing the edge of
his teeth and the inside of his lips. His inexperience was obvious, but only
made him more appealing.
“Now  that  was a kiss, my beloved,” Peter told him when they broke apart. The
boy’s face was flushed, eyes widening at the endearment, making him smile.
“Ah, yes. You, my dear, are the eromenos. The  beloved , the one who submits
himself and receives the blessings of our relationship. I’m the erastes, the
lover . I’m the one who will guide you and teach you and give you all that you
need.”
“Oh.”
Peter grinned at him, kissing that lovely little mouth again.
“Oh, indeed. And now, I’m going to show you one way to receive the blessing,”
he said, turning Stiles on his front.
“Wh…”
“Hush, let me take care of you.”
Peter grabbed the small vial of scented, rich oil he kept close at all times,
pouring a generous amount on his fingers before tracing the boy’s crack.
Stiles made a shocked little sound, but Peter grabbed his waist before he could
wiggle away.
“This,” he said, circling the boy’s hole with the slick tip of a finger, “Is
where I'm going to enter you and fill you with the blessings of the Gods.”
“B-but…”
Peter slapped his ass. Not hard enough to hurt, just to see it turn rosy.
“I said  hush . Be grateful for the gift I'm about to share with you.”
Stiles’ hands twisted in the sheets, but he stayed put, his back arching
beautifully when Peter slowly pushed a finger into him.
“You… I… you shouldn’t, that… that place…”
Yes, Peter imagined that even with his sheltered upbringing, Stiles heard talk
about how degrading and submissive it was for a man to accept another into his
body. But - lucky for Peter - he was still a blank canvas. All Peter needed to
do was paint a pretty picture.
“All is fine, my beloved,” he said, as soothing as he could as he twisted his
finger before working a second one in. “Don’t you trust me? Artemis herself
entrusted me with your life… This is how it was always supposed to go; you are
my boy and you have to submit to me.”
Stiles whined, but didn’t protest further, dropping to his elbows and burying
his face in the soft pillows. Just as well. Peter had work to do.
He was gentle - or as gentle as one could be when faced with the prospect of
looming pleasure - but relentless, fucking the boy with his fingers, taking
care to oil his walls up as deep as he could go. He didn’t want Stiles to hate
the experience, after all.
“Almost there, my beloved. I will fill you up with the blessing of the gods
just like Artemis intended.”
Stiles turned his face, looking back over his shoulder at Peter. His cheeks
were flushed and his eyes filled with tears, but the hardness between his legs
was enough not to make Peter take pity.
He didn’t waste a minute more than he needed, pulling up his own chiton and
slicking up his erection before lining himself up. Stiles was trembling like a
leaf in the wind, his hole twitching and trying to tighten up.
“It’s alright, my beloved,” Peter told him, pressing the tip of his cock to his
entrance, testing the waters before something occurred to him. “There’s only
one thing missing… This is a very important part, and I need you to do it
right.”
Stiles blinked back at him, a tear running down his cheek. Aw, the poor thing.
But Peter did want to teach him how to behave in this relationship; how to
please his lover.
“You have to let the gods know that you want their goodwill,” he said smiling
and just rubbing the boy’s rim with the head of his cock.
“H-how?”
Peter licked his lips. He was really quite amazed at how lucky he was.
“Reach back and hold yourself open,” he ordered. If possible, Stiles blushed an
ever deeper red, but he was nothing if not pious, so he did as he was told, his
trembling hands parting his asscheeks, leaving his chest flush on the bed.
“Good. Now the gods can see that you’re ready,” Peter said, making the boy
moan. Oh, that was nice. So, sweet little Stiles was not horrified by the
thought of others watching him… “Now you just have to ask.”
Stiles’ fingers twitched, slipping on the oil smeared around his crack.
“What?”
“Say  ‘Please bless me with your seed.’”
For a second he didn’t think the boy would do it. He didn’t think Stiles was
really innocent enough not to understand the lewdness of the words he demanded.
But then the boy closed his eyes, his pink, soft lips moving hesitantly.
“P… please, Peter. B-bless me with your seed.”
Peter groaned, feeling on the edge of coming just from the words. He pushed
forward, all gentleness lost, fucking into Stiles with only the smallest
restraint.
The boy cried out, the sweetest sounds of pain and pleasure punched out of him
with every thrust of Peter’s cock. This wasn’t exactly how Peter intended this
to go, but he’d been waiting for too long, he couldn’t contain himself.
He fucked Stiles fast and hard, the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin loud
in the quiet room. It looked like the boy would try to push himself up on his
hands, so Peter grabbed the back of his neck, holding him down.
“Stay,” he said, barely more than a growl. He was pretty sure he would have to
make up an explanation for that later… but really, he just liked to see his
partner completely submissive.
But for now, it was enough to just hold the boy in place; under Peter where he
belonged. It took an embarrassingly short time after that for him to come.
From the startled, keening noise Stiles made, Peter had no doubt that the boy
could feel it too.
“That’s it, my beloved. That’s the blessing of the gods, pouring into you,” he
said, hoarse, his hips still jerking. “What do you say?”
“T-thank you.”
***
They lay on their sides, Stiles cradled close to his chest, the boy’s hot
little hole keeping his softening cock nice and warm.
Finally, Peter deigned to notice Stiles’ cock; still hard and weeping between
his legs.
“Have you ever experienced completion?” he asked, tracing the underside of it
with a fingertip. Stiles’ whole body shivered even as he shook his head.
“The… the priestess told me I couldn’t live in the temple if I did,” he
admitted.
Just as Peter expected.
“Yes, that is quite right. Artemis values innocence above all else. But now…
now she entrusted you to me, and the blessing I gave you will do little good if
we don’t purify you at the same time,” Peter explained. He took hold of Stiles’
wrists in one hand.
“This is something we have to be very careful with, so it’s better if it’s all
left to me,” he said, kissing the boy’s neck and making him shiver.
He grabbed Stiles’ cock, giving it a cursory stroke. Even that was enough to
make that sweet little hole tighten around him beautifully.
“First we will have to make sure that all the negative essence is gathered…
That will take a bit of time, I’m afraid. But don’t worry, I will be sure to
take good care of you.”
He didn’t hurry, running his fingers over the hot skin stretched tight on the
boy’s erection, stopping whenever he felt like Stiles was close to coming.
It didn’t take longer than a few moments for the boy to be sobbing, trying to
arch both away and into his hand.
“Please… Please, P-peter… I c-can’t…”
Peter tugged sharply on his balls to starve off the boy’s impending orgasm.
“Just a little more, my beloved. You’re not quite ripe yet…”
He rubbed his thumb on the head over and over, smearing around the boy’s
precome. Stiles felt amazing around him, hot and tight, his hole clenching down
around him. Peter could see that he was quickly getting completely overwhelmed
by the sensations.
“Please, p-please!”
Peter smiled. They would have to work on his stamina, but for now, he decided
to be merciful.
“Alright then, come,” he said, grabbing his cock more firmly and starting to
stroke it fast and hard.
Stiles came with a scream, his body going rigid with pleasure and then melting
into his hold.
Peter sucked a bruise into his neck, smearing the boy’s release on the sheets
and snorting as he glanced over to see Stiles’ lax face.
Well, unconscious or not, Peter was getting hard again, hips moving lazily…
There was really no need to wait until he was awake to give him a bit more of
his blessing.
***
The court was still buzzing with the news that he had found himself such an
unusual eromenos, but Peter didn’t care.
As much as he wanted to spend every second fucking the boy, he couldn’t just
abandon the King. Only the gods knew what disasters the other Councilors would
talk him into in his absence.
But, still, Peter refused to go without his boy, taking Stiles with him to the
palace.
Of course, everyone was staring. It wasn’t just the rumors, but also the marks
covering the boy’s body, and the sheerness of his chiton that left nothing to
the imagination - not even the lack of his underclothes.
Peter was thankful that he recognized the boy’s exhibitionist streak soon
enough.
“Come now,” he said, leading Stiles with a hand on the small of his back beside
a group of old men, gossiping with dirty looks thrown their way. The boy looked
uncomfortable, though his cock was still half-hard.
As soon as they turned the corner, Peter smoothed his hand lower, over the
swell of that amazing ass and pushed the boy’s chiton up. Not much, just to dip
a finger in his crack and scoop up the come leaking from Stiles’s well fucked
hole.
He brought his finger to the boy’s lips, who licked it clean, looking at Peter
innocently.
“That’s right, my beloved. As long as you don’t waste your blessings, you have
nothing to worry about.”
Peter would make sure of that.
End Notes
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