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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Chris_Argent/Peter_Hale
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Chris_Argent, Talia_Hale, Kate_Argent_(Young), Gerard_Argent,
      Victoria_Argent, The_desert_wolf_(Teen_Wolf)_(child_version), Sheriff
      Stilinski, Claudia_Stilinski, Natalie_Martin
  Additional Tags:
      Romance, They_are_cute.:)_I_promise, Chris_is_17, Age_Difference, Peter
      is_13, Alternate_Universe, Victoria's_maiden_name_is_Malone, Angst, Peter
      is_only_13_at_the_beginning.:), OC_Mavis_Argent._Gerard's_Oldest_Sister,
      OC_Alicia_Malone_(Victoria's_mother), Vincent_Malone_(Victoria's_father),
      OC_Sandy_Martin_(Related_to_Lydia_Martin), Adventure, a_bit_of_dubious
      consent_in_some_chapters, Dubious_Consent, I_had_his_name_as_john_in_the
      beginning_of_this_fic_so_it_stays_John, There's_a_lot_of_plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-30 Completed: 2016-12-12 Chapters: 15/15 Words: 39822
****** Bright Eyes and Bonfires ******
by rufferto
Summary
     Chris cocked his head slightly, curious. “I’m Chris,” he offered.
     “I know who you are. You’re Mr Gerard Argent’s son. Mamma gave us
     pictures of the Argents.” The boy gave a knowing smirk. “I’m not
     supposed to be out here. My sister will be angry but I just wanted to
     get out alone for a while. I’m not hurting anyone.” He looked at
     Chris defiantly as his hair flopped in his eyes. “I will defend
     myself if you’re going to try and kill me.”
     “You’re a Hale,” Chris stared at him in wonder. The Hales were
     legends, an old…old werewolf family who had protected the area since
     the town was built. Secretive legends. No one knew where their home
     was. “Why would I try and kill you? You’re all of what? Twelve?”
     Chris sat down on a nearby tree stump. “What’s your name?”
     “I’m Peter, and I’m fourteen!” The boy’s chin jutted out proudly…
     “Okay, not really.” He sighed, “I’m thirteen. I’ll be fourteen in a
     few weeks though!”
     OR: The one in which Peter is an adorable but very bratty teenager
     and Chris can't say no to him.
***** Chapter 1 *****
"Bright eyes, burning like fire
Bright eyes, how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly,
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes"
-Simon And Garfunkel
Chapter_One
Chris Argent was minding his own business, he really was. It wasn’t like he’d
ever encountered anyone at the preserve before.  At 17 he was already counting
the days until he could get the hell out of Beacon Hills and head to college.
He could not wait to leave, if he had to hear one more lecture about his family
responsibilities he would shoot something. His mum had left him a sizable
amount of cash he could use that for college anywhere in the country.  Thank
gods for that.
Chris didn’t do feelings or people that much. They would never understand his
life. Once he got out, he’d be on the other side of the country, far away from
his crazy father and his unstable sister. His younger sister who was already
trying to order him around. Matriarch. He hated his father sometimes and he
always felt like he was a disappointment. Gerard had wanted a first born girl,
but he was given a boy. A rebellious son who pushed at the boundaries of what
he should be thankful for.
A recent fight about his choice of colleges had sent Chris on a hike. Gerard
couldn’t do a thing. His mother’s money became his as soon as he turned
eighteen. He had great grades. 3.5 average. He was getting out of the hunting
life one way or the other. He liked going out into the preserve even though his
father warned against it, the crazy old man claimed it was crawling with the
very thing they hunted; werewolves.
He never usually saw anyone else out here, and if there were any wolves they
were long gone or had been hiding since his dad arrived in town. He knew all
about the Hales and their legacy. They were a closely guarded secret of beacon
hills and no one, but no one said a word about them.
So if he was surprised to find someone in the Preserve that day, you couldn’t
blame him. He hiked up to the top of the hill and stopped.
A boy a few years younger than him was lying on the grass, staring at the
clouds. He didn’t acknowledge Chris’ presence though if he were a werewolf he
would have sensed him miles away. His hair was dark and unruly. He was tall,
slim and when he turned finally to look in Chris’ direction he opened his mouth
in shock.
He was fucking beautiful. Lush, red lips, pink cheeks raw from tear-streaks,
bright…big eyes, high cheekbones, gorgeous hair. Lean and well-muscled, the boy
must work out. 13? 14? 15? It was hard to tell. He was definitely jail bait and
Chris would have glared at Mother Nature if she was nearby. He’d managed to
suppress that part of him for a couple of years now after one blow up with his
dad.  Peter had long legs and was presently barefoot and reading.
Chris chuckled.
Lord of the Rings.
“I don’t suppose,” the boy worried his lower lip as he looked up, “you’d be
nice enough to ignore the fact that you saw me?”
Chris cocked his head slightly, curious. “I’m Chris,” he offered.
“I know who you are. You’re Mr Gerard Argent’s son. Mamma gave us pictures of
the Argents.” The boy gave a knowing smirk. “I’m not supposed to be out here.
My sister will be angry but I just wanted to get out alone for a while. I’m not
hurting anyone.” He looked at Chris defiantly as his hair flopped in his eyes.
“I will defend myself if you’re going to try and kill me.”
“You’re a Hale,” Chris stared at him in wonder. The Hales were legends, an
old…old werewolf family who had protected the area since the town was built.
Secretive legends. No one knew where their home was. “Why would I try and kill
you? You’re all of what? Twelve?” Chris sat down on a nearby tree stump.
“What’s your name?”
“I’m Peter, and I’m fourteen!” The boy’s chin jutted out proudly… “Okay, not
really.” He sighed, “I’m thirteen. I’ll be fourteen in a few weeks though!”
Well, definitely jail bait. Chris forced any lecherous thoughts out of his
head, because seriously? Not happening. He wasn’t into kids. “I can see why you
come here, it's a beautiful spot. Do you mind if I hike around here?”
“Just don’t explore and stay on the trails. There’s some of us who would kill
you without asking questions first.” Peter advised, as if he was grown up. “You
smell funny,” he giggled.
Chris raised his eyebrows. “Oh really? What do I smell like?”
“Gun oil and … some kind of spice? Also you smell like sugar.” Peter’s eyes
narrowed. “Or something, I don’t know. My sister’s been trying to teach me how
to identify smells.”
“That’s pretty good, I just had a doughnut at the local coffee shop so you’re
probably smelling that.” Chris beamed at the kid. He’d never actually talked to
a werewolf before, this was new. It felt kind of nice. “Do you go to the middle
school?”
“No, I’m home-schooled.” Peter lamented.  “I’ve been trying to convince my
sister to let me go to school. I want to play basketball! I hate being home
schooled. She promised that for my freshman year she’ll talk to the Sheriff and
see about getting me into the high school. There’s too many little kids around
who aren’t even wolves here. It’s annoying.”
“Well, I’m not a wolf,” Chris laughed. “You like basketball?”
“I love basketball!” Peter’s eyes shone and shrugged lamely at the not a wolf
comment. “Do you like it? What’s your favorite team? How old are you? Do you
have any trading cards you want to swap? When did you start playing?” The kid
fired off a bunch of questions one after the other and Chris’ head spun.
Chris laughed again at the excitement in the youth’s eyes, “I’m on the Beacon
Hills High School Team. I like the Kings.” He was referring to the Sacramento
Kings of course. “I don’t trade cards but I think I have a box of cards in my
closet I’d be happy to give you. And I’m 17.”
Peter’s eyes opened wide with delight when Chris revealed that treat of
information about being on a team, “Oooh!” he laughed. Chris decided it was the
cutest thing in the world.  He’d inadvertently become the hero of a painfully
young werewolf and it felt kind of awesome. It was the first time ever someone
was looking up to him instead of down on him. “Are you good?” Peter gave him a
suspicious look then elated and crestfallen in 0.2 seconds, “I can’t accept
them.”
“Why not?” Chris lifted his brows, “And yes, I’ve scored a bit.” He was the
star…actually.
“My sister would find them and ask me where I got them and she’d know if I …”
Peter’s lower lip trembled slightly. He gave a loud sob suddenly. “She got mad
enough earlier today. I don’t want her upset at me.”
“That’s why you were crying?” Chris asked gently.
“She says I wander too much and that I have to be careful…since your father
came to town we’ve had to be careful.” Peter admitted. He looked down at the
ground. “I shouldn’t even be talking to you. I stayed out too long yesterday
and they got worried. My sister sent my uncle to bring me back. I…” he shrugged
and gave a wide grin and winked at Chris conspiratorially. “I’m actually
supposed to be in my room.”
Good god. If they were searching for him and found Chris chatting with a
thirteen year old baby werewolf.  His self-preservation instincts finally
kicked in. So he stood up, “I should leave. I don’t want to get you into any
more trouble.”  He was older, so he should really be the responsible adult.
“Wait!” Peter sprang to his feet. “I never see anyone outside of family.” He
looked determined to make the most of the opportunity.
Before Chris knew what was happening Peter launched himself at him and tackled
him to the ground. They fought briefly for dominance but the kid was really
strong. And suddenly his mouth was on Chris’. Chris struggled in surprise and
refused…absolutely refused to respond. He was right. Peter would be a
heartbreaker someday, for a kid as young as he was he knew how to kiss. Luckily
the kiss didn’t last too long and it was blessedly chaste without any messy
tongue play.  
Chris wouldn’t go to hell for that, right?
Peter reached for the letterman patch on Chris’ Jacket, tore it off and jumped
up to his feet. “You’d better go home. They’ll smell me on you.”
“W-what about you?” Chris stammered. He was at a loss for words from a simple
sneak attack kiss.
“Whatever happens to me, it was worth it. I hope I meet you again!” Peter
wiggled his fingers and bounded off into the woods. “Maybe I’ll watch your next
game!”
That was when he noticed the little shit had also stolen his wallet.
**TBC**
***** Chapter 2 *****
Five days later Chris tossed and turned in his bed. He claimed he’d lost his
wallet to his angry father and now would have to go down and get new ID made.
He hadn’t had much money in the wallet but it was HIS money and the brat had
kept it. What is a home schooled kid going to do with that kind of money
anyway? The window was open and there was a light breeze from the north which
was a nice change. It was normally wretchedly hot until the rainy season kicked
in. The breeze would help him sleep and he really needed it since there was a
game the next day.
What time was it? Nearly one in the morning! Chris sighed as he rolled over
again. He slept with his shirt off in a pair of sleep pants and one of his
favorite hunting knives under his pillow but he was still warm. The blankets
had been kicked aside a while back. It was a quiet night with a brilliant three
quarter moon and a wonderfully starry sky. He could see it from his bedroom
window.
What he didn’t expect to hear was a low whine. He sat bolt upright, looked
around his room and grabbed his knife. Surely it was his imagination? He was
alone in the room. No…he wasn’t. Now that he focused he could see a shape in
the shadows. When had something snuck into his room? Was it his sister playing
a trick on him? “Kate?” he hissed and rather hoped it was. No, his father and
Kate were out of town for a few weeks. It was just him and his Aunt.
It wasn’t. His eyes adjusted quickly and he noticed that it was vaguely dog
shaped. It was curled up in the corner of his room fast asleep. It wasn’t a
dog, Chris realized. It was a wolf. It was a rare wolf too with light colored
almost silvery fur. And young. It wasn’t that difficult to put two and two
together since Chris’ wallet was sitting on the floor of his room. “Peter?”
He’d heard of full shifting before but it was supposed to be extremely rare.
Only special werewolves could do it. The lore said that they were connected to
nature and more wolf than man. In some cases the human part would completely
disappear.  It was clearly a young wolf too, proportions still off. Large …
cute paws that meant he would be huge when he grew up. Cute? Wolves weren’t
cute. He did have soft looking fur that Chris kind of wanted to run his fingers
through.  Wolves weren’t dogs! Chris made a face. “Peter, what are you doing
here?” He wasn’t even sure if full shift werewolves could understand humans.
The wolf finally noticed him and yawned. He silently uncurled himself from the
corner and had the audacity to pad over and jump up on the bed.
“No, get off!” Chris flailed.
Peter didn’t. He kept moving forward and licked Chris’ face, in spite of the
knife.
Damnit.
Chris sighed and put the knife aside. “Okay kid. What happened?”  He asked as
if the wolf could answer him.
The wolf gave him a baleful look, glanced at the wallet and looked back at
Chris. He licked the side of Chris’ face again. Chris grumbled, “No…ew…your
breath smells wretched.”
Without thinking he reached out to touch Peter. The young wolf didn’t shudder
or move away. He just let Chris touch him. He gave a low rumbling sound which
seemed more like a purr than a growl.
“Oh my god,” Chris’ eyes knitted together in realization. He was completely
fucked. Completely fucked by a giant rod the size of a semi-truck. The thirteen
year old Hale Werewolf was not here to return his wallet. He was here for
Chris.
“Jesus Christ, kid. I’m almost five years older than you. That is so not
happening. You’re not even in there are you? You’re too young to have mastered
anything. Well, fuck me. Fucking fuck me. What the hell am I supposed to do
about this?”  Chris’ annoyed tone made Peter’s ears fold back slightly. “You’re
the one who kissed me, remember?” He noogied Peter’s head.
Werewolves do not sleep with hunters. It was an unspoken rule. You didn’t date
werewolves. You killed them if they were killing innocents. It was a thing. He
didn’t know of any hunter/werewolf romances ever. Not that he wanted to date a
thirteen year old!!! Okay, he was soon to be fourteen but that didn’t count! He
was just a kid.
He knew that the Hales would be looking for the kid and only God could help
everyone if they found him in the home of an Argent. If he was lucky it would
only start a war. If he was unlucky they would rip him apart into little bits
and play games with them.
“You have to leave,” Chris told him sternly. “Go home, Peter.” He pointed
towards the window.
Peter gave him a plaintive whine and refused to budge from Chris’ bed.
“Oh my god, I’m not waking up tomorrow morning with a thirteen year old naked
in my bed. Get out!” Chris hissed furiously.
That look that Peter gave him, it was a pout. Wolf's can't really pout but he
was certain it was a pout.
Peter just gave a toothy yawn and turned around three times. With an
exaggerated stretch he obstinately made himself comfortable.
“Oh no you don’t!” Chris tried his most threatening tone.
Peter ignored him.
Chris wasn’t one to give up so he climbed off the bed and tugged at the sheets.
Peter dug his claws in and glared. It was no use, he would not be able to
explain torn up bedsheets to his Aunt. They both scowled at each other. Peter
wasn’t moving. Chris briefly contemplated turning the mattress on its side but
that would still cause claw marks.
“Unbelievable!” Chris threw up his hands. “Peter, come on. You can’t be here.”
Outside he heard a police siren briefly wail, which wasn’t unusual for Beacon
Hills but the car was rolling down his street. Chris frowned slightly. Perhaps
someone had reported the kid missing? Now he really needed to get Peter out of
the house.
“Shit…Shit, Shit, Shit!” Chris pulled at his hair and tried to calm down. There
was so much wrong with this he didn’t know where to start. Then he had an idea.
He had a motorcycle downstairs. If he left, Peter would follow him. He could
lead Peter back to the reserve and hope he didn’t get caught. It was not the
best plan but it was the only plan he had.
He threw on his jeans, an old t-shirt and jacket, kicked his feet into his
sneakers and didn’t bother trying to smooth his hair. “Come on,” Chris opened
his bedroom door and looked out cautiously. He would have to sneak past the
guest room and hope he didn’t wake up his Aunt.  “You’re lucky my father isn’t
here, you little bastard.” He started down the hall, and thankfully Peter
followed him. The bright lights of the cop car illuminated the hallway briefly.
Chris had his knife with him and a gun and grabbed his wallet.
Peter padded after him and they stole down the hallway. His Aunt didn’t wake
up, thankfully and they made it to the garage side door. He grabbed the
motorcycle keys and helmet. He wouldn’t be able to turn it on until they were a
few blocks away so he quietly pushed it along the street and hid every time he
saw the cop car. Peter still followed.
“Alright, I know you’re fast enough to follow me, but I’ll go slowly.” Chris
put on his helmet and started up the bike. It was a good bike, the first thing
he’d bought when he saved up enough much to his father’s disapproval.
He led Peter back to the preserve and parked just at the entrance. “Okay this
is where I leave you. I have no idea where your house is and I don’t want you
to show me. If I don’t get back and my Aunt wakes to find me gone she’ll throw
a fit. You can’t come back.” Chris spoke sternly as possible.
Peter gave him a sorrowful look.
“Don’t give me that, you know you were being bad.” Chris snorted. “Look, kid.
It’s just not going to work, okay? Find yourself someone else. I’m too old for
you.” He reached out and patted Peter’s head gently.
Peter licked his fingers.
“Your family is probably having kittens looking for you.” Chris looked around
nervously. He was actually feeling a little bit like he was being watched. The
hackles on the back of his neck rose. Hunters instincts kicked in and he
adopted a defensive stance. “Scratch that, they’ve found you.”
He didn’t know how many of them there were but he could probably incapacitate
at least one before they took him down.
A few minutes later after much shuffling around in the woods and low growls a
beautiful woman walked out of the trees. Chris openly stared, he couldn’t help
it. She was around twenty five at least but she was absolutely gorgeous. She
had long dark hair fell to her waist and eyes just like Peter’s. She wore only
a pair of cut-off jeans and a loose spaghetti strap tank top.  She looked upset
but not at Chris in particular. What she wore didn’t leave much to the
imagination and Chris couldn’t help but stare. He was seventeen, sue him.
“Peter, thank god.” The woman came right up and went down upon one knee. “Thank
you for bringing him back. He’s been missing for two days.” She carefully
extended a hand to the young wolf. “Peter it’s alright, it’s me. Talia.”
“Is he your son?” Chris couldn’t fathom the idea of a woman so young having a
thirteen year old son.
“My brother,” Talia said softly. “He’s a bit of a handful. Yes, I know who you
are. I’m sorry he bothered you. I’m afraid that once he’s got something in his
head he has a hard time letting go of it.” She wrapped her arms around Peter
and hugged the young wolf.
“He showed up in my room,” Chris found himself confessing. He had never talked
to a werewolf before and now he’d spoken with two legendary Hales in the space
of a week.
“Our mother was very angry with him a few days ago when she found your wallet
in his room.” Talia explained. “He took off after being scolded because he’s
sort of sensitive. You may have noticed he’s different.”
“The silver fur,” Chris nodded. “And it’s rare to able to full shift as a
child, isn’t it?”
“Very,” Talia nodded. “Young man, we appreciate your decency in returning my
brother. No other hunter would have. Certainly not your father.”
“I’m not my father,” Chris clenched his fists.
“I see that, take it easy.” Talia sighed. “He’s fixated on you. I’m afraid
that’s not going to stop. What we have to figure out is how to deal with it.”
“I never gave him any indication…” Chris took a step back and balked under her
stare.  “I met him once, he kissed me, I didn’t respond. He’s a kid!”
“So are you,” Talia smirked.
“He’s five years younger than me!” Chris flailed.
“I’m not asking you to date my brother.” Talia’s lips quirked. “I’m asking you
to look out for him. He doesn’t tend to make good decisions and we are sending
him to your school in the fall.  He’s never been around a lot of other kids.”
Chris sighed and glared at Peter.
 “So, can I trust you Christopher Argent?” Talia prompted again, there was a
dangerous look in her eyes.
Chris was pretty sure if he said no she would have no problem telling her pack
to tear him apart.
“Yes,” Chris nodded, relenting. “I’ll watch out for him.”
“Good,” Talia nodded. “I’m glad we had this chance to talk. I would have hated
to have to order your death. Okay Peter, say good bye to your friend. We’re
going home now.”
Chris glared at the wolf.  That didn’t deter him from padding over and sniffing
at his legs and fingers until he gave in and leaned down so Peter could lick
his face. “Be good, Peter.” He told the wolf. “We’ll see each other again soon.
Also, stay out of my room you obnoxious brat.”
Talia wrote down a contact number and gave it to Chris.
Chris got back on the motorcycle and fled the preserve. Needless to say, he
wasn’t going back there. Luckily no one noticed he’d even been gone.
With a sigh, he glanced at the time and fell into his bed. Well, the game was
going to suck tomorrow.  
**TBC**
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chris was at a party a week later. The game this weekend had gone much better
than the previous game. They’d won and Chris had been at his peak. For some
reason the incident with the runaway werewolf had left him with an adrenalin
rush. Fuck he’d never felt so energized. Coach had applauded him and he knew he
was well on his way to a basketball scholarship somewhere. Girls were clamoring
on him and he knew he was a little bit drunk.  Okay, more than a little bit. 
Someone…what was her name? Rebecca? He didn’t remember. She had tugged him into
a hallway and was edging him upstairs. A friend of hers came on his other side.
Sandy? Both younger and great looking. One of his teammates chortled gave him a
thumbs up. Looks like he was going to have fun with not one but two women.
Normally he knew what he would prefer…but he didn’t have that option. He was
seventeen, his dick didn’t care who was offering to rub it.
How was he supposed to remember names anyway when they’d got him in such a
state. He was a teenager. One worked at his belt the other moaned as he roamed
his hands over her breasts through the soft fabric. They maneuvered him
upstairs and he was more than happy to follow. Except… He squinted through the
crowd. Unmistakable. He wasn’t seeing things? That was Peter Hale’s head? What
was the stupid kid doing here? “Hang on…” He tried to extract himself from the
pair. “You two… there…” he chuckled when they started kissing each other. 
“I’ll be right back.”
He bounded down the staircase two at a time and dodge other teens making out.
He was sure he’d seen Peter. He looked around and craned his neck. Then started
asking people. Eventually one pointed out the tall kid with a drink in his
hand. Peter was chatting up some girl like he had every right in the world to
be there. Melissa? Wasn’t that her name? She was a sophomore, Chris thought. As
he pushed his way through sweaty teenagers, Peter pretended to ignore him.
Eventually he put a hand on Peter’s shoulder roughly, “What are you doing
here?!?” Chris growled angrily.
Peter stiffened and turned around to face him defiantly. “It’s a party, isn’t
it? Free country.”
“You’re not even in our school,” Chris pointed out.
“I’m here with my cousin Victor,” Peter gestured towards a rugged looking
blonde guy. “He’s a friend of the guy who is throwing the party.”
Chris gritted his teeth. “He should know better than to take you to a party
with high schoolers! You’re just a kid.”
“I’m fourteen, Christopher.” Peter snarled at him. “I’m not a kid. I’m taller
than most of the freshmen here, anyway.”
The hostility was such a contrast from last weekend it was jarring.  The way
Peter said Christopher should not make his skin break out in goosebumps. His
body was already wound up, that had to be it. He was not, would not ever, could
not, he could not be attracted to a fourteen year old.  Peter grinned suddenly,
hostility dropping instantly. He raked his gaze over Chris.
“Stop that,” Chris growled at him. “Not happening. Ever.”
“Never say never,” Peter’s eyes twinkled. “You played well today, you were
hot.” The kid leaned in just as he said the word hot and Chris found his break
out into a sweat.
“You were there?” Chris didn’t remember seeing Peter, then again he was really
caught up in the game.
“You played like the devil was on your heels,” Peter sounded like he was
quoting from a book. “Anyway, I’m sorry for showing up in your room that night.
I can’t control the wolf when full-shifted.”
“You’re saying that out loud!?!” Chris looked at him, appalled.
“No one’s actually paying attention to us, they’re drunk and horny.”
“Do you even know what that word means?” Chris blushed. The word on Peter’s
lips was just … wrong.
Peter rolled his eyes. “You didn’t wish me a happy birthday,” he accused.
Chris sighed, “God, you’re annoying! Fine, happy birthday. I barely know you,
how am I supposed to know when your birthday is.”
“I know when yours is.”
“You stole my wallet.” Chris pointed out.
“I gave it back!”
“Not the point, Peter.” Chris snorted.
“Do you want to know what I wished for?” Peter asked him…in a dangerously soft
tone. He was standing really…far too close. People were going to notice.
“Peter…” Chris's tone was stern.
“A kiss from you,” Peter whispered. He abruptly turned away and left Chris
standing awkwardly with a couple of kids from his class staring at him.
“I thought he was straight…” One said to the other. They both sort of shrugged
and went back to playing beer drinking games.
Chris collected himself and stormed after Peter, he threw the ‘cousin’ Victor a
savage look on his way out of the living room.  Peter had already vanished into
the crowd. “I swear to god if he disappears again it’s on your head, and I’m
going to call Talia as soon as I find a phone.”
Victor gave him a look like he had no idea what he was talking about.
“Shit, you’re not Peter’s cousin?” Chris frowned.
“Peter who?” Victor shrugged.
Chris sighed, “That fucking brat.” He looked everywhere in the house and
couldn’t find Peter anywhere. He was about to sigh in defeat and call Talia
when he noticed Peter leaning against a window outside. Having a smoke.
Smoking!? He stalked outside. “You don’t know a single person here, do you?” 
Chris accused him.
Peter cocked his head and spoke around the cigarette, and grinned. “I know
you.”
“No you don’t. You just met me!” Chris argued.
“I know you want your cock in my mouth.” Peter gave him a wink. He stubbed out
the cigarette.
Chris’ mouth dropped open. “Jesus,” He clenched his fists again. “Are you
following me?”
“I like basketball,” Peter shrugged. “You just happen to be on the team. I’ve
been watching every game since the season started. Granted no one knows I’m
here so I’d appreciate it if you kept your mouth shut.”
“Where are you supposed to be?” Chris demanded.
“Studying at the library.” Peter stated with an amused quirk to his eyebrow.
“Then I’ll take you back there!” Chris gripped Peter by the wrist and tugged
him off the wall.
“As you wish, Christopher.” Peter had the audacity to actually look smug.
In Chris’ defense, he hadn’t known Peter for very long. He got on the
motorcycle and immediately regretted the decision. When the kid got on behind
him, Peter’s arms circled around Chris’ waist. He inhaled the hunter’s scent
and there was no way Chris could deny the warmth that spread through his body.
He swallowed and snapped behind him, “Helmet.”
“It messes with my hair,” Peter whined.
“If you don’t put it on, I’m going to ram it on your stupid head.”  Chris
growled at the kid.
“Oh, alright.” Peter sighed dramatically. “Keep your shirt on.” He put the
helmet on. “Actually… I wouldn’t mind if you took it off.”
Chris gritted his teeth so hard his jaw ached. He turned the motorcycle on and
sped off. Peter’s hand dropped down a bit too close for comfort. “Stop it,”
Chris snarled. “I need to focus on the road.”
Only five minutes into the ride with Peter pressed up close against his back
and his thoughts were already sending him into hell. He was glad the local
library was not that far away. When they got there, however, it was closed. 
Chris took his helmet off and glared back at Peter.
Peter took his off and tried to look innocent, “I…”
“I don’t want to hear it,” Chris sighed. “You followed me to the party, didn’t
you?”
Peter looked petulant for a moment then nodded.  “You’re attracted to me too, I
can feel it.”
“It’s not that simple…”
“It is!” Peter insisted. “All I want is a kiss for my birthday.”
“Then you’ll let me take you to where you’re supposed to be?” Chris swallowed.
“Sure,” Peter nodded. “Just one kiss, Christopher, a real kiss.” He stared up
at Chris. “The full moon is coming in a few days.  I just need something to
anchor me. Please, Christopher?” He asked sweetly as his tongue swiped over his
bottom lip. “Please?”
His eyes pleaded and Chris couldn’t help but be lost in them. Talia had warned
him that Peter would keep coming back. They were so bright and beautiful, a
pair of gentle pools of light in the darkness of the hunter’s world.
Chris kicked the bike into park and pushed down the lever so it rested there
easily.
He’s just a kid.
So are you.
“One kiss,” Chris nodded finally. He was going to special hell.  Someday,
someone was going to kick his ass for this.
When Peter smiled widely and it did something to Chris’ heart. He felt himself
tremble inside.  He’d never had anyone look at him like that. Like he was the
center of everything. It was ridiculous, it was a joke on his existence. This
beautiful boy, a young werewolf he was supposed to be enemies with wanted just
one thing from him, a kiss. He reached up to press a feather light touch
against Peter’s cheek. His cheekbones were high and prominent. His hair
somewhat askew from being in his helmet. He let his knuckles trail from Peter’s
cheek down his neck, then cupped his jaw. Peter stared at him the entire time
and he knew his heart rate was going a mile a minute. He knew how transparent
his desires were to a werewolf and he had no idea how deep they really ran. He
knew one thing was certain, he wanted to kiss Peter. This wasn’t just an answer
to a young man’s birthday wish.  He wanted to do it.
Peter’s lips were soft, full and pliant. He pressed their lips together and
heard a soft whine. He wasn’t sure if that was from himself or Peter. Almost
immediately Peter opened up to him. He allowed Chris’ tongue inside. One of
Peter’s hands rested on his shoulder, the other on his thigh. At first there
was slow…almost hesitantly sweet exploration….and then it rapidly upgraded.
There was teeth and force and Chris felt like he was drowning. Peter hardly
knew what he was doing when it came to kissing but he was a quick learner.
Chris had kissed before but this was something different. This was something
that tugged at his very soul. A need that he couldn’t suppress if he tried.
Meeting Peter just two weeks before the full moon? This couldn’t be a
coincidence. He had to think…he had to…God what was Peter doing to his lip.
Chris let out a low groan as blood rushed south.
Miraculously the kiss turned from hot and heavy to sweet and light. He thanked
his lucky stars because he wasn’t sure he could have resisted Peter taking it
any further. Technically it was more than one kiss because Peter let him
breathe. Peter cuddled into him and buried his head against Chris’ neck.
While Chris held him, he heard Peter sniffle a little.  “Why are you so worried
about the full moon?” He asked softly as he stroked Peter’s hair.
“I’m not good with it,” Peter admitted. “They have to chain me up. I lose
control. Talia says it might be better this time.”
“Why?”
“I met you,” Peter gave a soft little sigh. “You’re my anchor, Christopher. I
knew it the moment I smelled you coming that day in the woods. I’ve thought so
for a long while before but I could never get close enough to you to be sure.
And then you found me.”
“Wait a minute, You knew I played basketball?!"
“Yep.” Peter admitted shyly under his lashes.
Chris ruffled his hair with a laugh. The kid was pretty good at lying. He'd
have to watch for that.  He knew all about anchors, of course and the humans
who suffered through them. If this was true, his life was always going to have
Peter in it. If he said anything wrong, he could put Peter into a tailspin. It
was a huge responsibility. “You can always come to me, Peter, if you need me.”
He told him.
 “Really?” Peter pulled away from his shoulder a bit to search his eyes.
“Yes, really, but let’s get one thing clear.” Chris said gently.
“I knew there was going to be a “But” in there …” Peter grumbled.
“We’re not together. That was just a kiss for your birthday. I’ll do what I can
to help you when you need it.” Chris said the words firmly. There was no room
for argument. “Don’t follow me around.”
“But I like looking at your ass!” Peter complained.
“I’m okay with being your friend, Peter.” Chris told him sincerely. “But
nothing more, alright?”
“Whatever you say, Christopher.” Peter chirruped innocently. “I’m kind of in
the mood for ice-cream, can we have some before you take me home?”
Chris sighed, “Okay, one ice-cream.”
“Two!” Peter negotiated as his stomach growled. “And I’m also hungry.”
“Okay, food and ice-cream it is then. But only one ice-cream.” Chris countered.
“Okay fine, it’s a date!” Peter grinned.
“It’s not a date,” Chris muttered as he turned back on the motorcycle.
“Whatever you say, Christopher.” Peter beamed.
Chris ended up paying for everything. Dinner and Ice-cream. He absolutely did
NOT watch Peter use his tongue on that cone. He really didn’t.  After that
Peter asked to stop at the local Arcade and Chris agreed. When he finally
dropped Peter off at the reserve two hours later the kid had hugged him
tightly, stolen a kiss and headed off happy as a clam.
It took Chris three days to realize Peter had manipulated him into a date and
gotten him to agree to pretty much everything he wanted.
He was well and truly fucked.
**TBC**
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Please let me know what you think. I updated it to Mature as Idk.
Peter Hale kept his distance since that kiss and thank god for that. Chris
could not have handled it if the boy had kept showing up. He was seventeen, had
plenty of women wanting him and yet there was only one pair of eyes he wanted
to see. Seven weeks had gone by since then and basketball season had wrapped
up.  Talia Hale had started to write to him about Peter. He wasn’t certain why,
but every Friday he would receive a letter detailing a summary of what Peter
had done that week. Once she included a photo. At the end of each letter she
told him there was no need to reply and to keep the letters in a safe place,
away from his family.
So that was when he bought his first storage unit and started to keep things in
there. Gerard hardly paid that much attention to what he did these days he was
so focused on his talented daughter but if he found those letters. Chris
shuddered. Chris went along dutifully when requested but his heart wasn’t in
it. From Talia’s letters, he learned about what it means to be a werewolf’s
anchor. There were no details included that would identify where she was
writing from, no mention of who and how many people were there. The letters
were only about Peter and never had a return address.
He put his books away in his locker and shut it to find another cheerleader
standing there. “Chris Argent? Remember me from the party?” She cooed and sort
of thrust out her chest just in case he couldn’t see her breasts.
“Er…sure.” Chris shrugged.
“Some of us are going camping this weekend, my mum has a lake house.” She
batted her eyelashes. What was her name again? He couldn’t recall. “Sandy
Martin.”
Oh, a Martin. If he recalled correctly they all had red hair and so did Sandy. 
Her brother was on his team. “Sounds like fun,” he nodded.
“So you’re coming?” Sandy titled her head slightly and linked her arm in his.
There was no game so he nodded, “Yeah, let me clear it with my dad, first. I’ll
let you know tomorrow.”
“You’re such a boy scout, Chris Argent.” She winked at him naughtily and leaned
up to give him a kiss on the cheek. “You’re coming, bye now!” She bounded away
to join her flock of followers and they all giggled down the hallway and cast
glances back at him.
“Camping?”
Chris froze. He knew that voice. He turned slowly around on his heel to spot
Peter Hale with a messenger bag over his shoulder filled with books.
“Hi, Christopher.” Peter smiled brightly at him like he was the only person in
the hallway. His face shone with adoration and Chris kind of shifted
uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
“What are you doing here?” Chris hissed.
“My brother in law Nathan is with the principal. I had to take a few entrance
tests.” Peter shrugged. “They want to see if I need to do anything over the
summer.”
Chris had completely forgot Talia mentioning Peter had to do that this week for
the fall school year. “Oh, right.” He didn’t mention that he knew because he
wasn’t sure Peter knew Talia was writing to Chris.
“Is she your girlfriend?” Peter looked down the hallway at Sandy with distaste.
“She’s shiny.” He wrinkled his nose.
Chris couldn’t help but laugh. Peter was right, Sandy was shiny with her
brilliant red hair and ridiculous amount of expensive jewelry. “Rich family.”
“Oh,” Peter looked crestfallen, suddenly deflated.
“She’s not my girlfriend.” Chris assured him.
He was rewarded with a sunny smile. “Okay, sure looks like she wants to be,
though.” Peter fingered something in his pocket. “You’re going camping with
them?”
“I seriously doubt camping is an activity her and her friends are capable of.”
Chris laughed again. “She mentioned a lake house so I assume it’s some kind of
cabin.”
“You’re still going, though?” Peter looked intently at him.
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“I don’t want you to.” Peter thrust out his lower lip. “She’ll try and touch
you and put her hands where she shouldn’t! She’ll probably get you to let her
touch your… your…” his chest heaved for a moment. The kid was clearly going
off-balance from all the images he was currently imagining.
Chris stared at him, “Peter?” He reached out and touched Peter’s shoulder.
“Calm down. First of all, you don’t have any say in what I do and do not do.
Second of all, it’s none of your business.”
Peter looked stricken, “But…I…”
“I’m your friend, Peter. Your anchor when you need me but listen to me very
carefully. We. Are. Just. Friends. That’s all.”
Peter’s lower lip trembled and Chris fought the urge to reach out and smooth it
out with his thumb. He looked so close to bursting into tears that Chris sighed
and hauled him somewhere private.
“Please don’t go.” Peter begged and choked on a hiccup, presumably from the
effort of holding back tears.
Chris cursed under his breath, “Okay, okay. Stop it. Don’t cry, Peter.” Peter
stepped closer and Chris held him tightly. “I won’t go.”
“Promise?” Peter sniffled into his shirt. “I don’t cry! I’m not a baby.”
“Yeah,” Chris nodded and ruffled Peter’s curls.
“I like you,” Peter moaned.
“I know you do, Kid.” Chris sighed and held him tighter. “Just take it easy,
deep breaths.”
A few moments passed and Peter settled down and clung to him.
“Your brother in law is probably looking for you.” Chris mentioned.
“Just let me breathe you in a little while longer.” Peter mumbled.
“This isn’t healthy, Peter. You can’t get upset every time you see me with
someone.” Chris ventured gently. “I’m not a monk.”
“Then use me,” Peter looked at him. “I’ll take care of anything you need. You
don’t need anyone else.”
Chris laughed, “Your too young to really know what you’re saying, Peter.”
Peter launched himself onto Chris’ lips and Chris nearly stumbled from the
force of it. Chris was helpless under the force of Peter’s will. He couldn’t
have pushed him off if he tried. The boy didn’t have to force his mouth open,
he welcomed Peter’s tongue. His body sang after weeks of being denied his
touch. Even Chris had to admit there were times at night that he masturbated
with Peter’s name on his lips. Peter’s hands were everywhere.  
“I know what I want… I want … I want… Christopher....” Peter panted.
“Peter James Hale,” A voice thundered from the doorway. Nathan Hale stood in
the doorway of the empty classroom, arms crossed and eyes thunderous. “We’re
leaving now. I told you to wait in the hallway.”
For a human, he certainly had a presence. Even Chris was impressed.
Chris instantly let go of Peter like he was a hot potato. “This…this isn’t what
it looks like…” Chris stammered.
Peter put his head against Chris’ neck and nuzzled him. He kept his arms
wrapped tightly around Chris which wasn’t helping anything.
Nathan looked from Chris to Peter and back again. “How far has this gone?” He
asked bluntly, a dangerous tone to his voice.
“Nothing more than a kiss, I swear.” Chris looked at him directly as he tried
to untangle himself from Peter.
“Forgive me if I don’t trust you as much as my wife does.” Nathan gave him a
venomous look. “You’re the son of a famous hunter, and he’s clearly besotted.”
“I swear I have no intention of hurting him.” Chris said again. This time with
a touch more firmness to his tone. “I like him.”
Peter perked up.
Nathan stared at him with an uncanny look that made Chris feel like he could
see his very soul. The man was as unsettling as his own father but not in a
terrifying way.
“I like him a lot,” Chris admitted with a sigh. “I would never hurt him.”
“If word of this ever reaches your father the fragile peace will be shattered.
Talia’s still trying to figure out how to resolve this. We don’t have anything
to offer Gerard yet.” Nathan glowered. “Peter let him go, I need to take you
home.”
“Remember,” Peter poked Chris in the chest. “You promised!” He reluctantly
dragged his feet on the way over to Nathan.
“Wait, what do you mean by offer?” Chris asked suspiciously.
“Don’t you know?” Nathan looked surprised. “Talia is putting together an offer
for you. Terms to submit to your father to bring you into the pack. It’s been
done in the past but most hunter families are reasonable when dealing with
Protector Packs. The Argents? We’re not hopeful.”
“Again, I ask… what do you mean exactly by offer? Talia just told me all I have
to do is watch out for him.”  Chris clenched a fist. “Are you… are you going to
try and trade for me?” He was so angry he couldn’t think. Families didn’t do
anything like this these days. Selling a son was illegal as far as he knew…
“Did YOU know about this?” He glared at Peter.
The look on Peter’s face indicated that he did, yes, know.
Chris stepped away from him. “This was not part of the deal,” he answered
coldly. “I’m not for sale. Peter, I’ll help you when you need me but that’s
all.”
“You clearly don’t know your history very well.” Nathan shook his head, “Come
along Peter. Your sister doesn’t like to be kept waiting and she wants to know
your results.”
“Don’t be mad,” Peter begged Chris. “Please don’t be mad, it’s just stupid
werewolf politics… I didn’t ask for it.”
Chris’ anger deflated. “Pigs will grow wings, fly and shoot Uzis before my
father accepts an offer from a werewolf family. Also, I really wish you
wouldn’t even try. If he finds out he might just kill me for not telling him
I’ve been talking to Hales.”
“Christopher…” Peter looked at him with those beautiful eyes, worried.
“I’m not angry at you.” Chris said softly. “Your family just needs to
understand how dangerous this is for both of us. Look, Peter. Mr Hale,” he
nodded at Nathan.  He put a hand against Peter’s neck and rubbed it gently.
Soothing. “I’m going to be eighteen soon and I’m coming into my own money. 
I’ll be able to do whatever I want and my dad is not going to be able to stop
me. When I graduate, we can talk about it then. I just don’t think it’s safe
right now. I’ll figure out how to help Peter whenever he needs it and we’ll
keep things from getting out of hand.”
Nathan considered him thoughtfully. “I’ll pass the message along to Talia. Time
to go home, Peter.”
“Can I stay a little while longer?” Peter begged.
“I have a free period, we can go for a walk.” Chris looked at Nathan.
“Out in the open,” Nathan told him and picked up Peter’s bag of books. “I’ll be
in the car, Peter.”
Peter breathed a sigh of relief. “Christopher, I’m so sorry.” He followed Chris
down the hallway. “I didn’t think they were actually seriously considering it.”
Chris found his favorite spot and sank down in the grass to lean against a
tree. Peter sat down with him. “You’re an annoying brat,” he told Peter.
Peter’s face fell.
“Here.” Chris dug into his own backpack and pulled out a shoe-box. “I had this
ready just in case I saw you by surprise again.”
“What’s this?” Peter asked, he opened the box and his eyes when from downcast
to shining with delight in a heartbeat. “Your basketball cards! I can accept
them now.”
“Consider it a late birthday present?”  Chris looked a bit sheepish.
Peter excitedly dug through the box and cooed over first editions. He flung his
arms around Chris and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!”
“Peter… gotta breathe.” Chris wheezed.
Peter released his grip. “This is totally the best gift I ever had. So tell me
about some of these guys and how you got them.” He picked one guy up and
happily listened to Chris tell a story. He knew a lot about basketball and
Peter just wanted to hear him talk.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the girl from before watching them. He
scowled in her direction and she huffed and flounced away.
Mine.
He was surprised at how convinced he was that Chris Argent belonged to him.
As for Chris, his heart swelled at the delight on Peter’s face. He was
adorable. Chris reached over to brush the hair out of his eyes once.
Peter gave a shy smile.
“It’s been thirty minutes, you should go find your brother in law.” Chris told
him with a careful smile.
Peter sighed and collected the cards back into the box. He got to his feet.
“Have a good rest of the day, Chris.”
He chanced to see the girl again and took the opportunity to lean down, take
Chris by surprise and kiss him chastely.
Peter stuck his tongue in her direction and raced for his uncle’s car.
Chris just stared after him in bemusement.
**TBC**
***** Chapter 5 *****
One month into the summer and Chris was feeling better about everything. The
situation with Peter had improved. He still received consistent updates from
Talia even though he saw Peter every weekday now. It was her way of keeping him
in the loop without actually telling him anything about the Hale family. Peter
still showed up unexpectedly and threw him off balance but he had stopped
flinging himself and acted more like a little brother than a future…whatever
they were. It was honestly a relief. What didn’t stop was how Peter managed to
get his own way, all the fucking time. Chris had given up arguing. It was
useless, actually. If he said no or that he was too busy to do something Peter
would find a way around it. He was taking summer school and Chris had gotten
used to picking him up and taking him home…well to the edge of Hale land.
He had nice summer job at a mechanic shop and kept in touch with his school
friends. Occasionally they would ask about Peter. Rumors once started
circulating about ‘Chris main squeeze.’ But he’d taken care of that and they
soon learned the lesson of messing with an Argent or ever bad mouthing Peter
Hale or trying to call him names. Sandy Martin wasn’t done with him. She was
bound and determined to get Chris’ attention ever since the day she saw Peter
kiss him. Chris consequently got invitations to pretty much every party. He was
running out of excuses not to go. His father would occasionally demand his
attention and expect the mechanical yes, no obedience he was used to. He went
on hunts, got blood on his hands and hated every minute of it. 
There was a whole other side to things. He wasn’t a mindless hunter like his
kid sister. She lived to please their father. All Chris wanted to do slide
under his dad’s radar and not draw any attention to himself. He hoped and
prayed they would never find out about Peter.
“Christopher,” his father said to him one evening after he’d just got back from
his part-time job. He froze, heart hammering in his chest. It was a displeased
tone. He hadn’t had to deal with that in a while. “A young lady left a message
for you today.” He turned the page of his newspaper.
“Yeah?” Chris took off his jacket and hung it up. He moved cautiously into the
living room, stealing himself for the subtle verbal blows sure to come. There
was a glass of wine on his father’s right and a half-empty bottle.
“She was quite distressed.” Gerard Argent studied his son. “Ms Martin hinted
that you stood her up to work.”
“I didn’t have a date with her, sir. I don’t know what she’s talking about.”
Chris shook his head.
Katie was drawing in the background. She hummed some weird little tune and was
happily murdering a draw by numbers book with colors that made no sense. Too
young to be taken on hunts and yet his dad did it anyway. Chris despaired for
her. Some days. Some days he felt like he should grab her and run. He wished
his mom was still alive.
“I told her you would make it up to her tonight at her party.”  Gerard sipped
his wine.
Chris pressed his lips into a thin line. It was the tone he hated. The tone his
father used when he expected to be obeyed. The tone that meant his carefully
won freedom of movement was dangerously close to being revoked.
“You’d better go change, you have oil on your hands and hair.” Gerard looked
upstairs pointedly. “Ms Martin sounds like a lady who does not like to be kept
waiting.”
Chris nodded, “Yes sir. Thank you sir.” He betrayed not a hint of the annoyance
he felt. He was tired and all he really wanted to do was crawl into his bed and
sleep.  The last thing he wanted was to go to a party but his father… Ugh. He
dragged his feet upstairs and stepped into the shower. He sighed and let the
hot water tumble down his hair and back. He soaped his chest and closed his
eyes.
If he was honest with himself there was one person he wanted to see tonight.
One person he’d like lean back against and stare up at the stars with. They’d
done that. Peter talked a lot, he loved to talk about himself, also. He was
really cute like that. He knew Peter was restraining himself, behaving because
it meant he could hang around Chris more. Lately, however. Lately Chris’ body
was betraying him.
He hadn’t had sex in a while and a he knew that was the reason he couldn’t stop
thinking about it. He’d given up fighting it. He knew he’d never act on it but
he gave up when he was alone. He thought now of Peter’s lips. How red and full
they were, how his tongue felt. When was the last time Peter had kissed him? He
ran his hand down to cup himself and quickly took himself in hand. He would do
himself no favors if he showed up without the edge taken off. All he had to do
was think about Peter’s lips … his unruly tongue just the way he moved like
every room he occupied belonged to him. The world was Peter’s and everyone else
was just there.  He shuddered and allowed himself the mental image of Peter
waiting for him in the moonlight, his legs spread wide and bent. Perfectly pert
little ass lifted up slightly and a finger wiggling behind it. “Take me,
Christopher. Use me. Again…Harder…”  He’d beg him. “I want you to.”
And Chris would. Chris would be gentle at first and take his time. He would
make it good. In Chris’ imagination Peter was already prepped and ready. It
wouldn’t take much for him to slide home. He bunched his fist together and hit
the wall in effort to stop himself from crying out. “Peter… Peter… Peter…” he
whimpered. He came finally and shuddered from the impact of his orgasm.
Tomorrow he would hit the gym and take his pent up energy out on a punching
bag. Today he finished washing himself off with a grim sigh. He was the worst
kind of person.
He combed his hair and dressed quietly. He couldn’t even tell himself that
wasn’t a onetime thing. He’d keep doing it, he knew he would. He couldn’t help
himself at this point. Peter had gotten under his skin and he wondered how much
the werewolf knew. Maybe that’s why he’d settled down a bit. Maybe the kid was
confident he would get what he wanted one day so he didn’t have to try too
hard. He headed downstairs and glanced into the living room. Gerard was now
timing Katie on how fast it took her to take apart and put a gun together. A
nightly lesson before her bedtime.  Chris sighed. “I’m leaving now.”
Katie gave him a smug look. She had all of their Dad’s attention and she knew
it. Gerard barely spared him a glance.
Chris spun on his heel and marched out the door. That was the very father who
would blow his gasket if he ever found out about Peter. He got on his bike and
drove to the Martin house. Everyone knew where that house was. He smelled smoke
in the air as he started down the driveway. Music was blaring. It was a
bonfire, not an actual fire, thank god. Teenagers were everywhere. Once again,
the Martins had outdid themselves on a midsummer bash.
Someone handed him a beer as he walked through and he chuckled. It was actually
a great night, full of stars and it felt great to be outside having a little
fun. He made sure Sandy saw him but didn’t go out of his way to go near her. He
drank some more and danced.  A few of his buddies were there. Music thudded
into the night, drumming into the ground. That’s when the attack came. Chris
didn’t notice it at first because he was buzzed but kids were becoming a little
too wild. Sexual energy was higher than normal. Out of the corner of his eye he
saw something move. A shadowy shape behind one teenager, then gone in an
instant. They weren’t killing people, there wasn’t blood. They were feeding on
energy. Chris blinked several times. How the hell did you fight something like
this? He felt something behind him, cursed and whipped around with his long
knife. He hit only air. There was a tiny laugh.
Something had found Sandy Martin and she was teetering…about to fall into the
swimming pool. Chris got to her just in time and straightened her up.
“What’s going on? Everyone can’t be drunk yet.” Sandy whispered. She felt his
muscles and practically purred. “God you’re built.” She lolled against him.
Chris kept an arm around her to steady her. “Get behind me.” He told her. He
watched people start to add to the bonfire. “This is getting out of hand, we
have stop the party. Somethings here.”  He whipped around again and hit only a
shadow. “Fuck!” he swore under his breath.
She pressed up behind him suddenly and he nearly jumped at the contact. Her
hands slid down his chest and hooked on his belt. “Yes, please, lets.”
His body responded nearly immediately. Supercharged by whatever phenomenon was
whipping through the party he couldn’t control it. He blinked and struggled to
get command of his senses. That’s when he saw them. The Hale Pack. They were
suddenly there… nine … ten… more? … He couldn’t get a true headcount. He was
trying to untangle himself from Sandy.  “Stop it,” He shoved at her. They
weren’t full-shifted either out of concern for the teenagers. Their sole
purpose was to defend the kids. He sat Sandy down on a beach chair and went
tried to keep track of what was going on.
They had some kind of weapon they were using against the shadow things, there
wouldn’t be any blood. One of the humans in the pack threw mountain ash a
teenager and a shadow whipped out from behind him, a werewolf would then make
sure no one was looking and subtly grow claws soaked in some kind of liquid.
One … two… three…the shades were vanquished one by one. Chris had never felt so
powerless in his life. He didn’t have any kind of weapon against this. Behind
him Sandy was already launching herself at him again but Peter came out of
nowhere, threw himself between them and howled at her in rage.  He would have
full shifted if Talia hadn’t been there to command him down.
Peter yelped, whimpered like a frightened puppy and skittered to Chris’ legs
for protection from his fierce sister. Another human threw some ash at Sandy
and a shadow leapt out of her. She collapsed from exhaustion and the Hale pack
member helped her back to the chair.
“They won’t remember anything.” Talia said softly.
“How did you know this was happening?” Chris couched down and put a calming
hand on Peter’s shoulder. He whimpered and nuzzled it.
Talia looked pointedly at Peter. “He knew you were in trouble. There is
something you need to know about Beacon hills, Christopher. During certain
times dark creatures are drawn here. Our duty as Hales is to defend Beacon
Hills against them.”
Chris stroked Peter’s hair gently and looped an arm around his shoulder.
“Settle down, Peter.”
Talia sniffed the air. “They’re on the run, we need to hunt them down. You stay
here. The party will go on as if nothing had happened.”
“But I can help!”
“All due respect, Christopher Argent. You don’t know how to fight this kind of
monster.”
“Then teach me!” Chris barked angrily. “You can’t expect me to stand by while
my friends are vulnerable.”
Talia reared her head back in surprise. “Not today. Peter, stay with
Christopher. In your state you’ll only be liable to get yourself hurt. He’s
safe now, you can relax.”
She turned, howled an order for the pack and the lot of them ran.
Peter slumped against Chris and trembled. The only reason he didn’t take off
after the pack was Peter.
Around them, as Talia had noted… the party went on. No one had seen a thing.
“Hey, I’m fine.” Chris looked at Peter softly. “Are you okay?”
“No.” Peter shook his head. “I somehow knew, Chris.  I knew you were in
trouble. Even Talia’s voice couldn’t stop me. You’re okay though. So…Okay, I’m
good.” He lied and sniffled loudly.
“Hey, come on.” Chris took him away from the main area to a more secluded
place. He sat Peter down and they could see the bonfire in the distance. “Tell
me.” The farther away from the crowd they got the better Peter looked.
“I’m in love with you,” Peter shrugged.
“No... really? I’d never have guessed…”  Chris grinned faintly and stroked his
cheek.
“Don’t tease me!” Peter clenched his fists.
“Well, that’s good. I’m not teasing you.” Chris smiled. “I’m in love with you
too.”
Peter looked at him as if he hadn’t heard him right. “What?” He gripped Chris’
shirt, “What did you just say?”
“I love you,” Chris said simply. Once he was committed to a decision, he
followed it through.
“Say it again!” Peter demanded, still seizing his shirt.
Chris simply kissed him instead. Peter opened up to him sweet and soft with a
sound in the back of his throat that was half a sob, half a growl. They kissed
slowly as neither was in any hurry. He pulled Peter into his arms and held him
there. He didn’t try for anything else, he just kissed him. With each passing
minute he laid claim to Peter’s lips, mapped them out with his tongue and
established dominance as was his right.
“Are you really mine?” Peter asked him softly. “From now on? No more pretty
girls throwing themselves at you?”
“I can’t promise pretty girls not throwing themselves at me.” Chris chuckled.
“But god help me, I’ve been yours since you looked up at me from your book and
practically dared me to try and kill you.”
“Mmm…” Peter snuggled into his chest. “Does this mean we can have sex now?”
Chris let out a laugh, “incorrigible brat.”
“I’m not waiting four fucking years, Chris. I’m not.” Peter stuck out his chin.
“Uh-huh. No way in hell. Not happening.”
“How about three?”
“One”
“Two, and that’s my final offer.” Chris countered.
Peter moaned dramatically, “I’m a teenage boy! That’s a fate worse than death.”
“You’ll get over it, kid.” Chris snickered.
 “Christopher…” Peter growled low and deep.
“Hmmm?”
“Don’t ever call me kid again!” Peter climbed up into Chris’ lap and curled
against him as close as possible just like Chris was his own personal teddy
bear.
**TBC**
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     Please let me know what you think.:)
A while later only two weeks of summer were left and Chris' patience was
stretched extremely thin. Peter was adorable, but also a pain in the ass.
“Let’s go swimming, Christopher. Don’t be boring, we still have two weeks of
summer left.” Peter had asked him one afternoon when they were hanging out at
the basketball court and doing a little one on one.  They had taken a breather
and were hanging out on the bleachers while other kids played.  He had passed
through his summer courses with flying colors and was more than ready to start
the school year. Summer school was over. He desperately wanted to be on the
Basket Ball Team and could not wait to hang out with the friends he had already
met. So he and Chris practiced a lot.
He eyed Peter. “Swimming huh?”
“Yeah. I want to get in the lake while it’s still warm enough to swim.”
“You just want to watch me strip into my trunks.” Chris rolled his eyes as he
made his way to his bike with Peter in tow.
Chris knew it would be different during the school year. He wouldn’t get Peter
to himself after school anymore. He already saw how popular Peter was during
the summer school classes with both the girls and the boys. He was always asked
to go to parties and club activities. Everyone wanted him to join them for
after school activities but he only had eyes for Chris.
They were jealous of him. Jealous of the way Peter got on his bike and trailed
his hand across his shoulders. Jealous of how Peter wrapped his arms around
Chris stomach instead of just resting his hands on his hips. Jealous of how
Peter inhaled his scent and looked like he was in heaven after the experience.
Jealous that Peter was his.
When Senior Year started, it would be like that too.
“Guilty as charged.” Peter got on behind him easily. “You can hardly blame me,
Christopher, for any chance to ogle your abs.” As if to prove his point, Peter
slipped his hand under Chris’ shirt.
Chris tensed. “Not here, Peter.”
People were watching them. He was actually surprised his dad hadn’t said
anything yet or no one had mentioned it to him. Perhaps Gerard Argent was
biding his time or maybe he just didn’t care. Chris refused to believe he would
just let this happen and let go of his only son. Talia was more positive. She
said she had some information to trade to Gerard that might lose the sting of
it. She had something to give the Argents that was worth the loss. He couldn’t
imagine what that would be.
“That was quick. You’re already hard.” Peter chuckled in triumph. He left his
hand exactly where it was and put on the helmet. “Come on, hurry up. I want to
swim.”
“Okay, Okay.” Chris cursed under his breath.
Chris gunned the bike into action and they were off.  He took them to their
usual spot by the lake as soon as he took off his helmet Peter bunched his
fingers into Chris’ jacket and gave him a wet sloppy kiss…then proceeded to
strip on his way to the shore.
“Peter!” Chris flailed.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never skinny dipped before, Chris?”
“It’s three thirty in the afternoon!” Chris pulled out his backpack from the
saddlebags and trudged over.
Peter rolled his eyes, “I noticed. Come on, join me.”  He shimmied out of his
boxer-briefs and
Chris stubbornly looked away.  He sat down with a huff and leaned back on his
hands.
“Come on, Christopher, I’ll race you across the lake.” Peter cajoled, eyes
blinking innocently. “I promise I won’t try anything.”
“You’re already trying something.” Chris muttered. The cold water might do him
some good but the last thing he wanted Peter to get a gander at was his rock
hard dick.
“Is it working?”
“You know damn well it is.”
Instead of getting into the water, Peter flopped down on the grass beside him a
few feet away. “I can smell you,” he grinned. “Aren’t you getting tired of
coming with your hands when you could have my mouth?”
“Urrrgh…Peter,” Chris groaned. If he was like this at fourteen, Chris could not
imagine what he was going to be like when he was older. The death of him,
probably.
“Come on, Chris… lose the clothes.  I promise I’m not going to touch you.”
Peter looked as innocent as possible. “You don’t even have to look at me. I
just want to look at you.”
It was wrong on so many levels. “Peter…” Chris shuddered, the summer had been a
kind of torture. He hadn’t yet learned how to say no when Peter used that tone
and leveled those eyes on him. He found himself pulling off his jacket and
shirt.
“Where did you get that?” Peter’s attention diverted to a new scar on his
chest. His eyes narrowed in concern.
“I still have to do hunts with my dad, remember?” Chris shrugged. “It wasn’t a
werewolf.”
“Does it hurt?” Peter looked like he wanted to get closer to inspect the knife
wound.
“No, it’s fine.” Chris shook his head. “I’ve had worse, Peter.”
“I hate your father!” Peter suddenly scowled darkly. “I hate that he puts you
in danger and I can’t protect you! I hate every time you tell me you’re gone
for the weekend!”
“I can protect myself, Peter.” Chris smirked. To prove the point he started
taking off the various weapons he kept on him.
Peter’s lower lip began to tremble slightly. “What if something happens to you
and he doesn’t tell anyone? How would I know?!? How would I find you?!”
“Nothing’s going to happen to me, Peter. I’ve been doing this since I was ten.”
“If I …” Peter swallowed. “If I tried to find out, he’d turn me away. He’d
probably kill me. What if you end up in the hospital? Don’t go on any more
hunts, Christopher. Please don’t.”
“You know I can’t promise that!” Chris argued with him. “Stow the dramatics.
You know what’s at stake here.”
Peter looked away. “You don’t take me seriously. You don’t understand how I
feel!!!”
Well, that killed the mood. Thankfully, his dick settled itself down. Chris
sighed. “Peter, what’s the matter? You’re acting weirder than normal.”
Peter stood up. “Nothing! Fuck you, I’m going for a swim! You can join me or
not, I don’t care.”
The mutinous look Peter gave him made Chris worry. “Come on, Peter.”
Peter gave him the finger and stormed off to dive into the water. He watched as
Peter took his rage out on the lake. Peter swam the length and width three
times before he finally made his way back to the shore. He shook out his hair
and toweled off.
“Are you not talking to me now?” Chris gave a slight chuckle. He knew this
wouldn’t last. Peter burned bright with anger and eventually fizzled out once
it left his system.
The boy huffed and shucked into his clothes. “Take me home.”
“Alright then.” Chris rose and dressed. He didn’t say anything when Peter
didn’t plaster himself up against his back as usual.
The ride was silent and tense. Peter’s hands gripped the back of the seat
instead of Chris. As soon as they were at the preserve Peter launched himself
off the bike and put distance between them.
“Peter!” Chris dragged off his helmet. “This is ridiculous. Stop it and come
here.”  He held out a hand.
For a moment it looked like Peter was going to do it…then his eyes narrowed.
“No.”
“Peter, we’ve only got two weeks left of summer. You’re not seriously going to
spend it in a snit because I got a mere scratch on a hunting trip?” Chris
glared at him.
“It’s not a scratch, Chris.” Peter snarled. “It was deep, I can tell. I’m not
stupid.”  His fists clenched.
“That’s debatable at the moment,” Chris snorted.  It was the wrong thing to
say. Peter looked stricken. “No wait. Peter that’s not what I meant…”
“I’m leaving.” Peter shouldered his backpack.
“Wait, what about tomorrow? We were thinking about seeing the new movie. You’ve
been wanting to go for a while. Peter, don’t be like this.” Chris moved after
him. He knew he shouldn’t be but he ducked under the chain and was now on Hale
land. “Peter, stop.”
“Will you tell me what happened?  How you got that scar?” Peter asked him
sharply. “The truth?”
They never talk about hunts. Chris never wanted to relive them and especially
not this time. Peter would be even madder if he knew exactly what happened.
Especially if he knew Gerard had set up a trap and used him as bait and it
could have gone worse than it did.  He started to speak and stopped again when
he saw Peter’s glare.
“Peter, I love you.” Chris said the only thing he could think of to say because
he could not tell him the truth. He knew how Peter would react.
Peter blinked several times. “You’re not going to tell me…”
Chris looked down at the ground. “I have to do what he says. Just nine more
months, Peter. I’ll be eighteen and….” he looked up.  Peter was gone.  Chris
swallowed. He debated tracking Peter into the preserve, finding him and shaking
sense into him but he’d made a deal with Talia.
He sat down, leaned against a tree and waited.
An hour later a sulky yet subdued Peter hale stomped out of the woods. “I hate
you!”  He announced.
“Talia made you come back here didn’t she?” Chris chuckled as he picked himself
up. “It’s getting dark, Peter. I have to head home for dinner. I’m sorry,
alright? I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He opened his arms.
Peter pulled at his hair in annoyance. “I still hate you!” he snapped as he
vaulted over the chain and found his way into those arms.
Chris held him tightly. “No, you don’t.”
“Please be careful, Christopher.” Peter whimpered and nuzzled his neck. “I
couldn’t stand it if anything bad happened to you.”
Chris stroked his hair gently. “Nothing’s going to happen. You still want to
see that movie with me?” He nudged Peter’s chin up.
“Will we got to the arcade again after?” Peter asked hopefully, the ire had
abruptly left his system as expected.
“Sure.” Chris stared into his boyfriend’s eyes. “You know Peter,” he stroked
his cheek gently and dragged his thumb across the young werewolf’s lips.  “I
love your eyes and you’re not stupid. You’re the bright spot in my life and you
shine like the sun. I couldn’t stand it if anything bad happened to you
either.”
Peter wasn’t going to melt like a girl. He wasn’t! He was going to hold his
ground…and holy shit he was swooning like a girl.
Chris kissed him and nothing mattered but that. The sweet, sweet taste of his
lips made all the bad thoughts disappear and Peter forgot why he was angry.
Chris was right, the summer was almost over and. When Senior Year began Chris
would be extremely busy. Peter would take what time he could get and when he
was eighteen.
When Chris was eighteen he’d be free. There would be no need to worry about him
on the weekends he went hunting because he’d be Pack. Peter didn’t want the
kiss to end but he did have to let go.
For now.
“Feel better?” Chris asked him softly.
“Yeah,” Peter’s cheeks flushed slightly. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Chris touched their foreheads together. “I’ll pick you
up here at 7:30 okay? I won’t be able to come any earlier since some friend of
Dad’s is in town and I have to deal with that. Dad expects me to have dinner
with the family tomorrow night.”
“No problem.” Peter would say yes to anything Chris asked right now.  Tomorrow
was Friday night. Date night with Chris was a thing he always looked forward
to. “See you tomorrow.” He reluctantly peeled himself away from Chris and their
fingers linked together.
“I love you.” Chris told him softly. “Even when you’re being a brat.”
“I love you.” Peter responded cheekily. “Even when you’re being an asshole.”
Chris laughed out loud and let him go.  “Good night, Peter.”
Peter watched from the trees as Chris got on his bike and left.
**TBC**
***** Chapter 7 *****
It was Thursday. The summer was wrapping up and Chris knew it had been one of
the best ones of his life until recently. The school year was going to be
hectic.
Monday was the start of a new school year. His father’s friend had stayed with
them for some time. A female friend who was more interested in Kate than anyone
else at first. When Chris had told them he had to leave for the evening his
father hadn’t protested. The Hunter friend of Gerard’s went by the name of
Alicia Malone. She was in her sixties and a hard looking woman with short
cropped red hair. Mrs Malone, Gerard called her, deserved his respect for
whatever reason. She hadn’t been too pleased with the way Gerard just let Chris
go that night but hadn’t protested.
He’d gone on his date with Peter and when he showed up back at the house after
midnight Mrs Malone was still up in his father’s library, having a nightcap.
She was going through a book when Chris stumbled back in, exhausted from
Peter’s antics.
“Your girlfriend certainly knows how to wear you out, young man.” Mrs Malone
commented dryly as she took in his thoroughly disheveled experience. He’d tried
to straighten up, but Peter liked to mark him and he hadn’t been gentle about
it.
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Chris told her, stone-faced.
“Well, that’s good,” she respond. “Better be on your way to bed, your father is
restless tonight.”
It hadn’t dawned on him to wonder what all that was about until his father told
him the Malones from Boston were moving to Beacon Hills. Alicia had a daughter
a bit younger than Chris by the name of Victoria who was entering her sophomore
year. He’d told Chris it would be nice if he introduced her to some people,
helped her settle in. Nothing else was mentioned.
He didn’t think anything of it. He’d introduce her to Sandy Martin and her
crowd and that would be his contribution. He had a lot of other things to worry
about this year and his main priority was keeping Peter out of trouble.  He
also had a feeling the Peter would attract trouble like a magnet when the
school year started. He was both looking forward to, and dreading Monday.
Chris lay on his back in his bed and looked up at the ceiling. There would be
no hunting trip this weekend. Gerard wouldn’t risk him showing up the first day
of school with any wounds. It was just as well as far as Chris was concerned.
He closed his eyes and thought of Peter.  He trailed his hand down and cupped
himself. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d done this and it won’t be the last.
He wasn’t sure how he was going to hold out for two years.
Peter would jump on him in a second if he said yes but it just wasn’t right. He
sighed and stroked himself. Peter’s mouth? He’d start with that. The boy had
such a mouth on him and Chris longed to fuck it. He wasn’t sure where he was
getting the strength to resist. He wanted him badly. He frowned and closed his
eyes.
“Peter…peter…” Chris whispered as loudly as he dared.
A low chuckle shocked his eyes open. Peter stood at the window. “Please…don’t
stop on my account.” He whispered. “The show was just getting started.” He
slunk closer to the bed.
“What are you…you can’t be here!” Chris hissed. “My whole family is home.”
“Then you’d better be quiet.”  Peter leaned against his desk and flicked his
wrist. “Continue…”  He didn’t look like he had any intention of joining Chris
on the bed.
Chris gave him a murderous look, “you little….”
“Chris is everything alright?”  His Aunt knocked on the door and the doorknob
looked like it was about to turn. Chris scrambled to his feet. “Are you talking
to someone at this hour?”
He flailed his hands at Peter to hide in the closet as he got up open the door
which he had locked. At least that took care of his raging erection.
“Everything’s fine, Aunt Mavis. It was just the TV, I turned it off. Sorry. I
know you’re a light sleeper.”
The lady who was ten years older than Gerard eyed him suspiciously. “Young men
would be asleep at a decent hour in my day.” She grumbled at him and hobbled
down the hallway back to her room.
Chris breathed a sigh of relief, only to see his sister open her bedroom door
and gaze out at him with her eyes wide and anxious. “It’s nothing Kate, just
Aunt May being paranoid.”
“I heard a voice too,” Kate muttered under her breath. “I heard a boy.”
Chris narrowed his eyes.  “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You were
just having a bad dream.”
Kate mimicked Chris’ voice, “Peter…Peter…”  Her mouth widened into a wretched
looking grin at the reaction on her brother’s face. “I’ve heard you before too.
I have good hearing.”
“I’ve seen you with a boy. My friend Daisy and I, we saw you at the basketball
court.” Kate said in a singsong voice. “You like boys.” She teased him. Her
voice rose sharply.
“What do you want, Kate?” Chris rubbed the back of his neck.
“Maybe I’ll tell Daddy.” Kate gave him a laughing look.
“Please don’t, Kate.” Chris balked. He moved across the hallway, left Peter in
his room and pulled Kate into her room. “Please, please don’t. You can’t tell
anyone. What do you want?”
Kate was too young to understand but she had the power to ruin his life in a
big way if she said a word to his father or his Aunt or Mrs Malone.
“Don’t go away.” Kate murmured. “I don’t want you to leave. I have nightmares
about it.”  She looked up at Chris with such innocent eyes that his heart hurt.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He said softly.
“You hate Daddy.” she sniffled. “You hate what we do.”
“I don’t. It’s just.” Chris put his arms around his sister. “It’s your future,
not mine. What do you want, Kate? I’ll do anything you want.  Just don’t say
anything.”
“I won’t say anything.” Kate sniffled again. “I just don’t want you to leave
us.”
“Why’d you think that?” Chris looked shocked.
“Daddy keeps saying you’re distracted with something.” Kate told him softly.
“I’m not. It’s just school.” Chris laughed softly. “And Peter.”
 “I want to meet him.” Kate said suddenly. “I want to meet your boyfriend. He’s
in your room isn’t he? I heard someone too. Can I please?”
“I can’t…” Chris shook his head. “No.”
Kate looked like she was going to cry and cause a commotion.
“No…no don’t do that! Okay…okay.” Chris said frantically. 
He gritted his teeth as he knew that she would have a tantrum if he didn’t do
what she wanted. Chris pulled her cautiously across the hallway into his room.
“Just be quiet!”
He locked the door and opened the closet.
Peter gave him a nonplussed look and spoke softly.  “What is your sister doing
here?”
Kate stared up at him wide-eyed. “I’m Katie.” She said with a conspiratorial
wink.
“I’m Peter,” Peter looked at the child Matriarch warily.
“I couldn’t stop it, Peter. She saw us.” Chris whispered back. “She wanted to
meet you.”
“Huh,” Peter looked from Kate to Chris and back again. “Well, now we’re
friends, hmm?”  He draped himself on Chris’ shoulder.
Kate giggled and blushed. “That’s so romantic! He’s pretty, like a doll. I like
him.”
Peter looked indignant, “I’m not a doll.”
“Just don’t say anything, Kate. Please.” Chris said again.
“I won’t, I promise.”
“You swear?”
“I swear, Chris.” Kate held out her pinky like they used to a few years back
before Gerard started her training. He linked it with his and ushered her out
the door.
“Now, go back to bed.” Chris told her softly.
With Kate gone, and the door secure Chris turned and seized Peter by the shirt.
“Are you an idiot?”
“I wanted to see you.” Peter whispered as he leaned forward. “Full moon and all
tomorrow.” He pressed himself closer to Chris. “I need your scent, Christopher.
Help me get through. Please?”
Peter maneuvered them somehow towards the bed and Chris let it happen. God help
him.  They kissed again and Peter’s hands mapped his bare chest. When Chris was
on his back Peter gazed down at him. He licked his lips. “God you’re gorgeous.”
Peter whimpered. “I want to fuck you so badly, I can’t stop thinking about it
Chris, and god knows I’ve tried. I’ve tried. I can’t. You said we have to
wait.” He leaned down and whispered the words against Chris neck. He licked it
and sucked on his skin. He shook from need. “I’ll wait if you make me.” Peter
groaned, sniffling. “I’ll wait. Days, months…years. None of it matters because
I know. It’s you or no one.”
“We had a deal,” Chris ran his fingers through Peter’s hair, gently trying to
sooth him. It wasn’t doing either of them any good. His own body was already
reacting to Peter’s nearness. The boy didn’t have to do anything. He could
stand there, smile and Chris would be hard.
“You want me too.” Peter whimpered. “I can smell it on you. It’s driving me
crazy, Christopher. Please…please don’t make me go home like this. If you say
no, I’ll stop. I promise.”
God help him.
Only God could help him right now.
Chris had a fourteen year old werewolf in his bed begging to fuck him and he
didn’t know how to handle it.  “I can’t, Peter.” He shook his head. He put both
hands on Peter’s shoulders and steadied him gently. “I can’t,” he repeated.
Peter stilled and sighed. He shuddered and laid his head on Chris’ chest.
“Why’d I have to fall in love with a guy with morals?” He complained. “Any
other red-blooded seventeen year old would have let me bone them.” He was still
as quiet as possible while he let Chris cuddle him. “Or at least let me given
them a blow job by now, or given one to me.”
“That’s not me, Peter.” Chris kissed his curls.
“I know. Believe me, I know.” Peter muttered and he licked Chris’ face.
“Ew…stop it. You’re not a wolf right now, that’s gross.”
Peter ticked him playfully and Chris had a hard time keeping his voice down
with the giggling. Eventually they both settled down. “You know sex is the only
time you ever say no to me.” Peter told him softly.
“Shut up, Peter.” Chris held the boy tightly in his arms even though it was the
truth.
“Give me a kiss.” Peter prompted him.
Chris kissed him. “Happy?”
“Give me another kiss.”
Chris rolled his eyes. “I think you should get out of here.”
Peter dragged himself off of Chris, and the bed. “I won’t see you this weekend
but I will see you Monday.”
“Monday,” Chris nodded. “Stay safe.”
“You too.”
Chris watched as Peter exited the window. He rubbed his forehead. Honestly it
was getting harder and harder to say no. Now his sister knew about Peter he
wasn’t sure how to react. Kate was unpredictable but tonight she almost seemed
like a little sister again.
Fuck. He wasn’t going to be sleeping anytime soon. His body was too wired up.
So he put on his sweats and headed down to the basement training room. His
father, it appeared, was still up.  He was reading through over some old
newspaper clippings about Beacon Hills. “Christopher,” he nodded to his son as
though they were on the best of terms.
Chris started with weights and worked his way up to the punching bag. His
father rose to hold the bag for him.
“We don’t talk anymore,” Gerard told his son.
Chris kept throwing punches at the bag. “You just noticed this?” He asked
mildly.
“Kate needs my attention now. I thought you and I were on the same page.”
Gerard noted. “I expected you to take some pride in your sister and help train
her.”
Chris stopped punching and took a small breather to focus on his father. “Help
train her?”
“She’s confused because you’re never down here during training sessions.”
Gerard said simply.  “She thinks you hate us.”
“I don’t hate you.” Chris wiped sweat from his brow.
“Your heart isn’t in it. I noticed this summer, don’t think I didn’t.” Gerard’s
voice had a slightly unsettling note to it. “Your sister needs you as well as
me but you’d rather work at a job you don’t need and gallivant over town with
your friends. You ignored your family all summer.”
“I went on every hunt you asked me to.” Chris clenched his fists. “I’ve never
done anything you didn’t want.”
“Your heart wasn’t in it. I watched you make a lot of mistakes because of
that.” Gerard kept going. “Minor, perhaps but I can’t help but wonder what is
on your mind that you keep making them. You weren’t like this last year. I
thought it was whatever girl you’ve been seeing.”
Chris froze.
“But this is something more.” Gerard stepped away from him. “I feel like we’re
losing you. I am sorry if I made you feel like I didn’t love you just as much
as I love Kate. I know it’s been hard the past couple of years and how it must
have seemed. I’ve been in your shoes. My brother and I had a sister like Kate.
Your Aunt Mavis was quite a hunter before … well you see what she’s like
now…slowly dying.”
Chris didn’t know what to say. It was true, they were using him. He’d not heard
a kind word from his father in about two years. “I thought you didn’t want me
to help.”
“I do want your help,” Gerard nodded. He stepped closer to Chris and put a hand
on his neck affectionately. “You’re my son. You should be a part of the
training of a Matriarch. I’m proud of you, but I need you back with us. More
focus…less frolicking.”
Chris felt himself get pulled into a fatherly hug and Gerard kissed his
forehead. He half-halfheartedly returned the hug and nodded faintly. “Yeah,
okay. I’ll help.” He felt so torn. He’d never received a word of praise before
from Gerard. He wondered what brought it on.
“Good,” Gerard smiled. “You will help get Victoria settled as well, I hope?”
“Yes of course, Dad.”
Gerard left him alone to his midnight workout session.
He dragged his feet upstairs afterwards, exhausted. A cold shower later his
mind sharpened a little and suddenly the words that Alicia Malone said made
perfect sense.
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Well, that’s good.”
“Shit,” Chris scowled.
“Shit, shit … shit.”
**TBC**
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Summary
     Peter is a brat. 'nuff said.
Monday.
Chris’ brain spun with how fast Peter became popular. He had his hands so full
in the morning he hadn’t even had a chance to find his boyfriend. Victoria was
friendly girl who didn’t seem at all interested in him, thank god, and he
introduced her right way to Sandy. They hit it off since Victoria seemed to be
very into high fashion and she was pretty and wealthy. Chris could breathe a
sigh of relief there. The last thing he needed was a girl hanging on to him.
His father had been strangely subdued all weekend. He didn’t quite know what to
make of that yet.
Victoria and her father arrived on Sunday and they moved into their house a
couple of blocks away.
Chris hadn’t slept since Saturday.
He was understandably agitated when lunchtime rolled around he would finally
see Peter. His friends were all waiting for him at their usual table. The
Basketball crowd.
Peter? Peter had a crowd around him.
A huge crowd, he was leaning casually against a table letting a pretty girl
feed him something. Handsome, tall and charming, he’d have them at his feet
soon enough. He felt soothed just seeing Peter there and so at ease. A smile
must have broken out on his face because his buddy Mike nudged him.
“Who’s the new kid?” Mike Greenburg asked.
“Peter Hale.” Chris was nudged into action and started to move. He put his tray
down with his regular group but his eyes never left Peter.
“Hale? As in the richest family in the county?”  Mike stared. “They never send
their kids to this school. I heard they have private tutors.”
“First time for everything,” Chris knew Peter knew he was in the room. He also
knew having this many people in a room must be overwhelming for him.
Peter finally turned in his direction. His eyes lit up like sunshine when he
saw Chris. It was a smile that would make any girl squirm and swoon but Chris
was used to that look. He was prepared for the adoring eyes. He was prepared
for the body language. Peter extracted himself from the crowd and made his way
to Chris. He could have chosen anyone in the room and his smile would have made
them receive him. He slid into a chair next to Chris and looked over the
previous year’s basketball team with a grin. He’d seen a few of them on the
court that summer.
“You were with Chris this summer on the court,” One of the guys noted as he
reached over to shake Peter’s hand.
Peter nodded. “Hi,” he turned from that guy to Chris.
“How your first day?” Chris asked him.
“Better now,” Peter admitted with a sly wink.
Chris was not prepared for that wink and his whole body turned on. And the
worst part was… Peter knew. He looked slightly confused for a moment and then
grinned widely.
“Much better.” Peter chuckled.
It’s not like the basketball team didn’t know about Chris’ preference for men
or hadn’t seen them on the court bleachers that summer. There were some
snickers around the table but it was all friendly ribbing. They accepted Peter
easily and no comments were made about their ages. Mostly they were impressed
Chris had landed himself a rich boyfriend. The school had zero bullying policy
so there wasn’t much anyone could do anyway.
Peter glanced over at the other ninth graders in his class who were already
gravitating in his direction. “My people await,” He grinned around at the team,
unashamed at his own arrogance. “I’ll see you all later at tryouts. Can I get a
ride home with you, later?” He asked Chris innocently as he rested a hand on
his thigh muscle.
He could have asked Chris anything and Chris would have nodded dumbly. Which he
just did.
He grabbed an apple off of Chris’ plate waved cheerfully at the rest of the
players and sauntered back to his group.
A couple of girls fought over who got to cut the apple for him.
Chris swallowed.
“That one is trouble with a capital T, Chris. I hope you know what you’re
doing.” Mike said with a grin.
“You have no idea.” Chris exhaled and tried to calm himself down.
“He’s a good player?” Mike asked.
“Yeah, he’s got potential. He loves the game.” Chris was glad of the
distraction. He needed to think about something other than Peter.
“Coach’ll get him into shape.” Mike laughed and jostled Chris’ arm.
Tryouts went well but there would still be a couple more days of them. Peter
was late but eventually wandered out. He was walking with a girl and her
friend, one on either side both clearly peppering him with questions. Peter
looked somewhat exhausted. Summer School had just been a taste of what was
going to happen in High School. He clearly hadn’t expected so much attention.
Peter gave a thankful smile when he saw Chris.
“I gotta go, girls. That’s my ride.”  Peter carefully complimented each of them
and paid them equal attention while he escaped to Chris’ side. “Get me OUT of
here,” He grabbed his helmet and got on the bike.
Chris nodded and gunned the bike. When they were on the road Peter circled his
arms around Chris and sounded like he was trying to concentrate on just
breathing. Because of that Chris parked the bike somewhere close and turned
around to face Peter, “You okay?”
Peter took off the helmet and buried his face against Chris’ neck. “I hated
knowing you were there and being apart from you.” He whimpered softly. “Girls…
Chris! Three of them even tried to kiss me.”
“It’s only going to get worse. I’ve been fighting them off for years.” Chris
snickered at Peter’s lament.
“Hold me. Kiss me…something.” Peter begged with a little pout and nuzzled his
neck.
Chris wrapped his arms around Peter and soothed him. “Now you’re just milking
it.”
“Can you blame me? My boyfriend is hotter than anyone in school.”  Peter
slipped his hand under Chris’ jacket and played with the fabric of his shirt.
“Who was that girl you were with this morning?”
“Huh?” Chris braced himself for the hands and fought for control. His earlier
breakdown had left his body a hot mess and even the slightest touch was turning
things on. “Oh, Victoria.” He shivered. Peter’s hands had found a nipple and
his fingers were working over it. The thin fabric of his t-shirt didn’t stop it
from hardening. He leaned into Peter and groaned.
“What’s she to you?”
They were sitting on bench at a secluded section of a local park. Peter liked
the water fountain.
“Daughter of my Dad’s friend.” Chris trembled and clutched Peter’s shoulder.
His face heated up because he couldn’t conceal his reaction to the boy’s touch.
Peter was in his arms and yet somehow, he was the one in control. His thumb
flicked across Chris’ nipple one more time and trailed across his chest. He
almost opened his mouth to protest but Peter found something else to play with.
Peter grinned slyly. He hadn’t been bold enough to touch Chris like this in the
past but he wasn’t one to pass up an opportunity. “You’re sensitive today.”
Peter whispered against Chris’ neck in wonder. “I want to slide my hand under
your shirt. Let me?”
Chris didn’t say no, he tried but the words died on his lips.
Peter took that as a yes. He kissed Chris’ neck and let his fingers explore
underneath the hunter’s shirt. It’s not like he hadn’t seen it before or curled
up next to him. He just hadn’t been allowed to really touch. He started with
Chris’ abs and rolled over them. Chris sucked in his breath and whimpered. He
reached up to thread his fingers through Peter’s hair.
He let Peter map his stomach with his hands, tweak his nipples…kiss him, suck
on his neck. Before he knew it Peter had his jeans open and his hand was
feeling his dick over his underwear. He should stop this. He knew he should. He
was already leaking any more pressure and he would be hard a rock. “Peter…” he
whispered.
“If you tell me to stop I’m going to kill you.” Peter grunted. “But I will.
Come on, Christopher. I want to see your face when you come. Just this once.”
“I was just going to say…” Chris swallowed. “This is awfully public.”
“I’ll smell anyone who comes within sight of us.” Peter nudged Chris slightly
and lifted him up with one hand so he could loosen his jeans.
“I forget sometimes how strong you are.” Chris murmured, still with his arms
wrapped around Peter.
That gave him the access he wanted and Peter smiled. “I’d love to give you a
blow job, but that would give you too much time to change your mind.”
Peter’s hand went under Chris’ underwear and found his throbbing cock. It was
Chris’ turn to bury his head against Peter’s neck and let the boy do what he
wanted. He took his time, drove Chris mad with it.  He worked him over…felt him
everywhere and finally brought him to the brink. “Let go…” Peter nudged Chris’
head slightly so that he could look him in the eyes. “Let go, Christopher. I’ve
got you.”
“P-Peter…” Chris let himself fall. He blocked out everything except Peter’s
eyes. The rest of it didn’t matter. He just wanted this. He came hard and Peter
kept working him until he was done and boneless in the wolf’s arms. He only
barely registered Peter lifting his fingers to lick cum off of them.
“You are mine, Christopher.” Peter kissed him and rolled them onto the grass.
He straddled Chris’ hips and gazed down at the hunter. “Don’t forget it.” He
put his hand back on Chris’ dick again. “This is mine. I won’t let anyone come
between us.”
Chris gazed up, thoroughly captivated.  He was lucky he could remember his own
name after what Peter had just done. If that was how he felt after a simple
hand-job…sex. Sex with Peter was going to blow his mind. His heart raced as he
tried to collect his senses. Peter just grinned down at him and cleaned him up.
He just …happened to have a cloth. Chris was too scattered to care as his dick
was tucked back into his pants and he was zipped up.
“Earth to Chris? You in there?” Peter snapped his fingers in front of Chris’
eyes.
“Y-yeah…” Chris swallowed and to his chagrin, he blushed.
“Oh, good. Are you okay?” Peter gave a worried little smile. “I know I went a
little far…”
“No, it’s fine.” Chris forced himself to gather up his scattered brains. “It
was perfect.” 
“You’re not going to start beating yourself up about it, are you?” Peter looked
down at him suspiciously.  He got off Chris and sat down with his arms resting
on his knees.
Chris shook his head. He couldn’t stop staring. He could hardly believe it how
much this meant to him. To really belong to someone, to be needed. Loved.
Wanted. Peter was his future. “You’re my reason.” He told Peter softly.
Peter looked at him under his lashes. “What do you mean?”
“You’re my reason to be a better person. My reason to hope. My reason to get
through this year, to breathe. You’re my reason to look for bright colors in
the forest and not just blood and death. Of course I’m yours. No one else makes
the sun shine, Peter.  No one else brightens a room with a smile. No one else
can make me want so much I can’t think.” Chris’s smile grew with each sentence,
his heart swelled and he knew he was being ridiculous but he couldn’t help it.
It was Peter’s turn to blush, then smile and hide a giggle. “I love you too,
Chris.”
He didn’t think about what he’d let happen. He didn’t think about that. He’d
made Peter happy and he… he was happy. He couldn’t stop grinning the entire
time. They’d handle School.
Even his father commented about how happy he looked during their first training
session with Kate.
Things normalized and Chris relaxed. His father kept a closer eye on him and he
got busier and busier. He and Peter saw each other as much as they could but
between Basket Ball Practice (Peter had made the team), Peter’s training and
his training and school they had precious little time. Fridays was date night
as much as they could. Talia wrote him every week. Victoria and her parents had
dinner at his house every Wednesday. He hunted with his father. The holidays
came and went.  They spent the New Year together and became closer. Peter began
to manage the full moons better under Chris’ influence. He was less erratic and
did well in school. They hadn’t done much more than hand jobs. Chris had
relented and given one to Peter. It was getting harder and harder to resist
him.
Chris’ birthday was in a few short weeks. He was counting the days. He’d
actually become friendly with Victoria who sometimes joined them for training
and came with them on hunts that required more people. There was always
something to deal with in the county.  She had a fun sense of humor and was
sarcastic like Peter. Also, she made the best cookies. She didn’t hit on him
though, or try to get his attention. He had a feeling she was mostly humoring
her mother hanging out with him from time to time. She had a boyfriend at
school already.
He might have overreacted.
He hadn’t expected Peter’s reaction when he found out. It wasn’t that Chris had
lied about having a girl come to his house. It was just that he never mentioned
it.
Peter snagged a cookie out of the pile on his plastic plate at lunch. “God,
your aunt makes the best cookies!” He slid his legs under the table and moaned
in pleasure at the sugary goodness one lunch period.
“His Aunt?” Victoria was at another table with a group of other girls.
Chris and Peter were sitting with the basketball team. Chris looked at her and
before he could stop her she responded.
“*I* made those.” Victoria declared indignantly. “So if you’re going to swoon
over my cookies Peter Hale, give me a little credit.”
Peter had frozen briefly.  His eyes knitted together as he looked from Victoria
to Chris and back again. “I didn’t think you knew each other that well.” The
words were spoken calmly and with a disinterested tone but Chris knew better.
Peter kept eating the cookie. His eyes became darker with each bite.  Chris
knew he was looking for an explanation.
“Our parents are friends.” Chris shrugged.
“They make us have dinner every Wednesday.” Victoria laughed. “It’s cute, but
so not happening. Everyone but them is well aware Chris plays for a different
team. Relax, Peter, it’s no big deal.” It was equally well known that Chris and
Peter were dating. School wasn’t an easy place to keep secrets and they were
liked well enough.
“No big deal.” Peter’s smile was too wide and too fake. “You can make me
cookies anytime, Victoria.” He hung out until the lunch bell rang. Chris knew
it was all pretense though. He was tense and angry.  Talia hadn’t approached
Gerard yet and Chris knew he was mad about that already. Talia had explained
the timing had to be right. Less fallout if the timing was right and he agreed.
Peter just wanted it done already. He hated having the issue of Gerrard Argent
over Chris’ head. He worried that something was going to happen.
Chris didn’t count on the thing that was going to happen was Peter.
That day Peter didn’t wait for him after school to spend precious minutes
together. He didn’t go by their usual spot and Chris got the cold shoulder from
him Tuesday and all day Wednesday. The bastard had werewolf senses and knew he
was coming. It was getting ridiculous. He’d even spotted Peter smoking. Peter
only smoked when he was angry.
It was the longest Chris had gone without a kiss from Peter since they’d
started kissing. It felt a bit like he was having withdrawal symptoms. Tonight
after the dinner he’d go to the preserve and yell for Peter until the idiot
came out and faced him. It was ridiculous to get jealous over cookies!
“Peter still not talking to you?” Victoria asked with a laugh as she entered
the house after her mother.
Chris’ face was all she needed to know the truth of it.  “He’s being a drama
queen. He’ll be fine. I’ll go talk to him tonight.”
“Good luck with that.” Victoria chuckled. “There is something we do need to
talk about, Christopher. About Peter. I’m not stupid, you know. I know the
significance of his last name. If I know it, you can bet that my mother knows
and so does your father that the Hales have sent one of their wolves to school.
They might also know about your relationship with him by now if they’ve done
any digging.”
Chris’ eyes widened.
“I won’t say anything.” Victoria promised. “Just please tell me you have a
plan.”
“I do.” Chris nodded quickly. “We’ll talk later.”
Her warning came a little too late.
They all sat down to dinner as usual. Kate was gazing at her brother with wide
hero-worshiping eyes. Over the past five months he’d really formed a better
bond with her. He couldn’t undo the damage already done but at least she’d know
she could trust him. She hadn’t bugged him about Peter and she hadn’t said
anything to their father. She’d been a good girl and he was proud of her.
About ten minute into the first course the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” Chris
said casually and got up to head over to the door. When he opened it he
regretted it immediately.
Peter.
Peter Hale stood on his doorstep, dressed impeccably and looking casually calm.
“Hello, Christopher.” He lifted his head arrogantly in spite of the fact that
there was a house full of hunters inside.
His Aunt Mavis barked from the dining room, “Who’s at the door, Chris? Your
dinner is getting cold.”
“It’s just a friend from school.” Chris called over his shoulder. He glared at
Peter. “What the hell are you doing here?” He bared his teeth and hissed in a
whisper, “Are you insane?”
Peter sniffed at the air and looked unconcerned. “One of my teachers suggested
I ask you for your notes on a project you did last year.” He sauntered inside
before Chris could stop him.
“No…wait.” Chris tried to grab him but he kept going.
“You were…I quote…The top student in the class and could help me.” Peter slunk
… that was the only way to describe it … about the hallway until he saw the
dining room and the people inside. “I meant to talk to you at school tomorrow
but you’re on my way home. Good evening. I didn’t realize it was dinner time.”
He smiled charmingly and waved.
Every hunter at the table had a weapon on them somewhere. Chris could only
stare helplessly. "I’ll get you the notes.” he said between his teeth. “And
then you can go.”
“I wouldn’t dream of putting you out, Christopher. You can bring them to me at
school tomorrow.” Peter knew he’d done exactly that. He stood too close to
Chris, possessively close. 
Katie stared at him with big eyes. “Peter! Ooohh, can he stay for supper?”
Gerard’s hand was frozen mid knife cut. “Peter?” He looked directly at the tall
boy. “How do you know this boy, Kate?”
Kate quaked a little under Gerard’s tone. Under that intense gaze she caved.
“He’s Chris’ boyfriend!”
Victoria wiped her face. Her mother smirked. Her father scowled. Gerard looked
like he was five seconds away from flinging the knife in his hands at Peter. 
“What did you say your last name was?” Mr Malone narrowed his gaze at Peter.
“I didn’t,” Peter said dismissively. He tsked at Kate.  “That was a secret.” He
lifted his head up high. “My name is Peter Hale.” His lips curled into a
ruthless glare.
“Did you know about this?” Alicia Malone glared at her daughter.
“Mom, everyone knew about it.” Victoria muttered.
Gerard stabbed his knife down at his steak. “Get out of my house,” he snarled
at Peter.
“Gladly.” Peter’s fingers clenched. “Don’t blame Christopher, though. I flung
myself at him. But I am here to say this. She…” he pointed right at Victoria,
“can’t have him.”
“Just how old are you?” Alica squinted.
“Fourteen.” Peter declared like it meant he was God.
“Fourteen!?!” Gerard sputtered and leaped to his feet. “You’re dating a
fourteen year old Werewolf!!!” 
Chris rubbed his forehead. “It’s complicated, Dad.”
“That’s not the point! You’re grounded.” Gerard shouted at Chris.  “And *you*."
he glared at Peter. "Get out before I have you shot!”
“Don’t shoot Peter!” Kate whined. “He’s nice.”
Peter backed away and looked a little crestfallen at the absolute fury in
Chris’ eyes. Gerard’s words, however, made his blood boil.  “I’ll leave but the
only way you’re keeping me from him is by killing me.”
“Don’t tempt me, kid.” Gerard snarled. “Does your sister know about this?”
“Of course she does.” Peter spat out. He gave Chris a jaunty little wave. “See
you at school, dear.”  He blew his boyfriend a kiss, plastered on a completely
innocent face and was gone.
Chris’ life came crashing down on his head.
**TBC**
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
     I need to make this more chapters. I realized I couldn't get the
     story told completely in 10 otherwise it would seem too rushed. :
     ) Sorry.
Chris’s life tumbled into hell when Peter waltzed in and basically laid claim
to him in front of a room full of hunters. He’d effectively ruined any chance
of peaceful negotiation with that little stunt.
“I’m disappointed in you as son, as a hunter and as a man.” Gerard shouted
while he loaded his gun. “I taught you better than this. You cannot trust a
werewolf! You cannot be friends with a werewolf and you absolutely cannot take
one as … as…” he’d gone a little green. “It’s not that he’s a boy! I’ve known
about you for a long time. That’s not the point. Let’s get that straight right
now. I don’t care about that. The point is, Christopher, you have turned your
back on your family. You are my only son. The one who can carry on the Argent
name and he is a Hale. Not to mention the fact that he is fourteen years old.
That’s the bigger issue here. You’re eighteen in a few weeks. You’ll still be
living here and you’re not outside the law.”
“You don’t understand, Dad. It’s not like that. I don’t … we don’t.” Chris
sighed guiltily. He couldn’t deny that he hadn’t done anything with Peter
because he’d let him that one day. “I told him we had to wait. I didn’t mean to
let this get so out of hand. Talia asked me to look after him because he’s the
first of the Hale’s to go to public school for this generation.”
“Talia Hale? You’ve spoken with Talia Hale, the Alpha of the oldest Werewolf
pack in southern California?” Gerard’s eyebrows knitted together as he glared
at his son. “And you failed to tell me? This goes against everything we are,
Christopher. Argent men aren’t supposed to make deals with Alphas.”
“I know it does,” Chris clenched his fists. “Please try and understand. Talia
said I’m his anchor. He imprinted on me and it’s up to me to make sure he
doesn’t hurt anyone.”
“All werewolves eventually hurt innocents.” Gerard snarled. “I’ve told you this
again and again.”
“Not Peter,” Chris shook his head firmly. “He’s young and rash and prone to bad
judgements but he’s innocent.” He didn’t want to have to break ties with his
family. Kate was responding to him now and he didn’t want to abandon her.
“You think you know this boy?” Gerard scoffed, “High school romances never
last, Christopher. You have four months of high school left. You can have one
or the other but you can’t have both. Us or them. You’re my only son.” He put a
hand on Chris’ shoulder. “I am too old to have another even if I tried. “I do
not want to lose you but I will not, I cannot.  I cannot welcome a werewolf
into my family. If you choose this boy. If you decide that he is what you want,
you will lose us.” Gerard forced Chris to look up at him.
Last year he was willing to leave his family. Last year he’d been tired of
being ignored in favor of Kate. But since he’d started to participate in her
training he and his father had a better rapport. He could see how easy it would
be for Kate to become like his father. Unwilling to bend. Unwilling to see that
not every monster was a killer.
“I love him,” Chris glared at his father.
Gerard clenched and unclenched his fists. He looked like he wanted to hit Chris
which is not a thing Chris was unused to, but generally that happened only
during training sessions. He braced himself for the punch and lifted his arms
to defend himself.
It didn’t come. Gerard glared hard at him. “You’re still grounded. Until you
graduate, he will not interfere in your life.  While you’re in school and you
live under my roof you will abide by my rules. If you want to continue to see
your sister, my rules. I will place a restraining order if I have to. Do you
understand me, boy? When you graduate if you want to continue to see him,
you’re on your own. He is a child, Christopher. A werewolf child.” Gerard threw
up his hands sheathed his gun. “I’ve never been so disgusted in my life. Get
out of my sight!”
Chris stood his ground and waited for his father to leave the room. He held on
to the staircase bannister and found that he hadn’t taken a breath in far too
long. His legs nearly buckled. The others had already left. The only one still
having dinner was his Aunt who was ignoring them entirely, and Kate. Kate who
stared wide eyed at him.
“I’m sorry!” Kate rushed over to her Chris. “I couldn’t… he scares me!” Tears
sprang into her eyes as she tried to help her brother stay upright. “I thought
he was going to start hitting you.”
“Me too,” Chris steadied himself. “It’s alright Kate. I’m fine.”
“You’re not.” Kate bit her lower lip. “It’s my fault.”
“Oh, Katie. Don’t worry.” Chris reassured her with more bravado than he felt.
He thanked his lucky stars he found out what Peter’s family had been about to
try before they made matters worse.
She clung to him, “Don’t leave me with him. Please!”
Chris felt even worse now than he thought possible. He patted her hair and
tried his best to reassure her as they went upstairs. He wondered if Peter knew
how much trouble he’d just caused, he doubted it. Peter acted on his emotions,
not with his head.  It was going to be…he didn’t know how he was going to deal
with this. He played games with his sister so that she calmed down and finally
got to his homework for the night. He’d thought he was going to leave as soon
as he turned eighteen. He had great plans. He had the means. He was going to
join the pack and be with Peter. He was going to have a life away from Hunting.
They had been delusions of grandeur.
Breaking up with Peter Hale would have dire consequences. Peter needed him. He
had an Alpha on one side who would rip him to shreds if he did. And on the
other his father who would keep him away from his sister. A sister who also
needed him.  He didn’t want to choose.
He lowered his head into his hands and rubbed his face tiredly. It would be
easy if he wasn’t responsible. Easy if his mother hadn’t drilled morality and
kindness into his head. It would be easy if he could just shut his emotions
off. With those heavy thoughts in his head he drifted off to sleep at his desk.
He was woken up by someone pelting stones at his window a few hours later.
He staggered over and opened it, “Peter?”  Chris stared down.
“Oh good, you’re alive.” Peter looked so relieved it was almost comical. “Come
down?” He whispered anxiously.
“You really are insane. My dad will kill you if he finds you on our lawn.”
Chris chuckled in spite of himself.
“Then I’ll come up!” Peter vaulted up and scrambled to the window. “I’m sorry.
I’m so, so sorry. I was so angry…I couldn’t stop myself. You were in there…with
her…and I…” He stayed there just at the sill and gazed at Chris with adoring
eyes.  “Are you okay? I…..couldn’t sleep. Have I ruined everything? Please…”

He looked so horribly anxious and desperate that Chris caved.  He couldn’t
bring himself to hurt Peter. “Go home, Peter.” Chris laughed softly. He reached
over to touch Peter’s cheek. “You can’t come here again. I won’t risk it. He’ll
kill you.”
“Chris….” Peter whined.
“I’m grounded.” Chris told him gently, “and there’s complications now. Things
aren’t going to go as we wanted. We’ll talk soon, okay? I just need you to be
safe. I really need you to be safe.”
“Please tell me you still love me.” Peter begged.
“I’ll never stop loving you, Peter.” Chris kissed his forehead. “But we’ve got
to dial it down for a while. You’ve got to give me space for both our sake.
Just for a little while, okay? Just let my Dad cool down.”
Peter surged upwards and kissed his lips as he choked back a sob. “I’ll see you
at school?” He clutched Chris’ shirt and searched his eyes.
“Of course you will.” Chris told him gently. “I love you, you idiot.”
“You’re still mine?” Peter asked breathlessly.
“Of course,” Chris didn’t have the heart to tell him anything different. “Now
go.”
Peter grinned happily and fled.
Chris rested his arms against the windowsill and watched him until he was gone
and fell into his bed. Breaking up with Peter? Not an option.  He wasn’t going
to give up Peter.

It was a while before his eyes finally drooped and he slept.
*
Not that Chris had much of a choice in that matter. Because Peter? It was Peter
this time who faithfully kept his distance and took Chris seriously.
In a way.
Peter might be keeping his distance but he certainly wasn’t being passive about
it. The bastard was going out of his way to drive Chris to distraction. He had
apparently started to get a clothing allowance because he showed up at school
in outfits that took a lot of thought. They weren’t flamboyant they were just
great on him. Most of the time he looked like he walked off a magazine.
And he showed off too. He did it whenever he spotted Chris or knew he was
coming. He would be chatting up a girl, then casually shift and show the
contours of his ass in whatever pants he was wearing. Mainly so that Chris
could get a good look. He did it in the locker room too, on the basketball
field in his tight shorts. He would always look at Chris and smile.
It was the smile that Chris lived for. It was the one that told Chris
everything he needed to know to reassure himself. He was reassured…and utterly
frustrated. He hated not being able to be near Peter. A rumor went around
school that they broke up, largely fueled by the fact that they didn’t hang out
anymore at lunch and Chris didn't drive him home.
But then whenever a girl (or a guy) got their hopes up around Chris, they’d
have to deal with Peter’s glare. Since he was rapidly getting taller and more
menacing with his dark and suave looks it was easy to scare off potential
dates. Victoria ended up being a good friend and stuck around and helped them
pass messages to each other and keep Chris sane. Also, Peter was somewhat
intimidated by her so that helped. Between Victoria and Peter people ended up
getting the message. Victoria also became an expert at creating diversions and
keeping his father distracted from conversation about school.

To the rest of the school, the message was clear. 

Hands off Chris Argent.
It may not look like it right now, but he’s taken.
Talia still sent him mail. Not as often though. She may have gotten the
impression things were different now. He hoped so.
His eighteenth birthday was coming up.
Chris didn’t particularly want a big party and honestly there was only one
thing he wanted for his birthday. He wanted his father to tell him he didn’t
have to choose and he missed Peter. Seeing him at school was nice but they
didn’t get any time together. They couldn’t go to their usual spots and he
couldn’t drive Peter home. Stolen moments weren’t enough and he wondered how in
the hell Peter was holding out.  He was the one who was supposed to have
problems if he wasn’t near Chris, it shouldn’t be Chris who felt empty without
Peter in his personal space.
“Your tongue would be hanging out if you were a dog.” Victoria jostled him at
his locker.
Peter was down the hallway with his buddies, looking suave as usual in his semi
tight shirts snug over his abs. When he bent slightly, Chris could see skin as
his shirt rode up a little. He wanted to lick it.
“The little shit is manipulating you.” Victoria laughed. “I really hope you can
see that.”
“What?” Chris watched as Peter straightened, glanced over his shoulder and
winked at Chris. “Shit. You’re right.”
“It’s working too.” Victoria chuckled. “He’s got you wrapped around his
finger.”
Chris sighed because as much as he hated to admit it. She was right. He dragged
his eyes away from Peter. “So what,” he mumbled.
“Well, if he keeps this up the next time you have any time alone together he’ll
have you right where he wants you.” Victoria remarked sagely. “Anyway. Your
eighteen soon. Got any plans?”
“No, I don’t want a party.” Chris shook his head.
“Too bad, it’s a girl’s only excuse to eat cake. What about your Dad, are you
still grounded?”
Chris nodded. “He’s taking me hunting this weekend. He says it’s a special
trip, so there’s no point in a party anyway.”
“When do you leave?”
“Saturday morning.”
“So Friday is free.” Victoria tilted her head at him. “I have an idea.”
“Oh crap. Alright, what? Also, still grounded.”
“Your Dad will let you go out with me. I’ll pick you up at 7. Try not to dress
like you’re trying to be a younger version of your father. Flannel is not
attractive, Chris. It’s cozy but not attractive. Maybe something in dark
green.”  She patted Chris on the shoulder and headed down the hallway towards
Peter who automatically tried to pretend he didn’t see her.
She wasn’t having any of that and linked her arm with the tall ninth grader.
“Alright kid. All your dreams are about to come true if you play your cards
right. Walk with me.”
Chris stared after them, bemused and a little terrified.
**TBC**
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
As predicted Gerard had no issues letting Chris go out with Victoria. As long
as it wasn’t with that boy, he was fine. Anyone else. Chris couldn’t believe
that in just a few hours he would finally be eighteen and officially at least
free of his father. Victoria had picked him up in blue porche, something she
had received for her sixteenth. Chris was pretty sure his present was going to
be the latest gun on the market as usual. “Hey,” He offered her.
“Nice,” Victoria appeared to approve of his effort to look like a normal
teenager.  “Happy Birthday, Christopher.”
Chris gave her a grunt. “Thanks.”
“How does it feel to be an adult?” Victoria gunned the car and sped off.
“I feel the same way I did yesterday.” Chris shrugged. At home he was on thin
ice. Gerard barely looked at him. His Aunt muttered insanely for the most part
and Kate? She tried hard to be on his side but she was scared of displeasing
their father. At ten years old she shouldn’t be dealing with these things but
she was. Argents were trained early on in life.
“Well, tonight is all about Christopher Argent.” Victoria told him with a bold
smile. “It’s time you left responsibilities aside just for a little while and
enjoy yourself. There’s going to be cake.” She grinned. “I promise, it’s not a
huge party.”
Chris had to admit, he was really looking forward to being able to spend time
with Peter.
They pulled up to the back of a large house on the outskirts of town.  “Who
owns this place?”  He asked curiously. There was a barn off to the side that
looked like it was decorated with lights.
“You know the Polish Family?”
“Stilinski?”
“Yeah, their son John graduated a couple of years ago. He’s a substitute
teacher for one of my classes. Great guy. He’s sort of dating my friend
Claudia.”  Victoria said with a smirk. “So we roped him into setting this up
because well….He’s twenty and she’s seventeen. He couldn’t exactly say no and
his parents can’t speak English very well. The irony? He’s studying law at the
local community college.”
“This is their farm.” Victoria pulled up and parked the porche. “We’re having a
small barn party.”
There were only a few cars and Chris breathed a sigh of relief. He really
couldn’t have handled a big party. Colorful lights had been set up tastefully
around the wood of the open barn and music played from a rundown stereo. People
from his class were there but only his friends. Only the ones who knew him. The
basketball team and some people Victoria knew. Only about fifteen or so people
in all. Chris gave a sigh of relief. She’d gone by his wishes at least. He got
out of the car and looked over the crowd. As much as he liked his friends there
was only one face he wanted to see.  He was rewarded when Peter walked casually
out of the barn.
His friends gave him birthday wishes but he really just moved in Peter’s
direction. The boy waited, dressed sharply dark blue and black dress pants,
snug against his ass. He had a somewhat large box with him wrapped in shiny
paper and tucked under an arm. His hair was neatly combed and flipped back over
his head in a stylish wave instead of his unruly locks. He stood proudly amidst
a crowd of people with only a few people there his own age.
Chris stopped a few feet away and stared down at the present. “You didn’t have
to get me anything.”
“It’s your birthday.” Peter shrugged nonchalantly. “And what I want to give
you, you won’t take. So…This is my compromise. Happy Birthday, Christopher.”
His eyes shifted from nonchalance to genuine pleasure and he gazed at the
hunter under his lashes. “I’ve missed you.”
“Peter.” Chris closed the distance between them. He didn’t care that everyone
was watching. They all knew. They were all here because they were his friends.
He drew Peter into his arms and held him tightly with a gentle hand against his
neck. They also knew how much Chris worshipped Peter Hale and only had eyes for
him.
Peter returned the hug and lifted Chris’ chin up to kiss him. It was sweet and
gentle and mindful that they had an audience. He was showing great restraint
and Chris loved him all the more for it. “I missed you too. You should open
your presents.” Peter winked excitement shining in his eyes. “Also, we have
cake…” he caressed Chris’ cheek, “and I really want to feed you some.”
They linked hands together and Victoria came up behind them and slung an arm
around each of their shoulders.  “Well boys. Let’s get this party started.”
Peter gave a wicked grin and they all headed into the barn to turn the music up
and have a little fun.
Later, Chris was wrapped in his present from Peter. A Harley Davidson
motorcycle jacket with extra padding for protection. It was a little
extravagant but Peter assured him he’d paid for it with his own allowance
money. There was a few patches on it, varying places Chris had mentioned he
wanted to travel to and one patch that made him smile. A wolf’s head on the
right shoulder. It didn’t feel like brand new leather and that was fine. It was
warm and comfortable and his old jacket had been getting pretty beat up and
didn’t fit him properly anymore.
They sat on the floor of the barn and Chris rested between Peter’s legs.
Victoria came by with cake and lowered it down. “Enjoying yourselves?” The
party wasn’t loud and obnoxious but people were having fun.
“Thank you,” Chris gazed up at her.
“Don’t mention it.” Victoria wandered over to where Claudia and John were to
deliver pieces of cake.
“I slept in this for two months.” Peter said softly as he fingered the color of
Chris’ present. “My scent is in it. Now it’s on you.” His voice was oddly far-
away.
Chris lifted up a piece of cake and chuckled when Peter sucked it off his
fingers. “Don’t ever change, Peter.”  He nuzzled against the boy’s chest once
the cake was polished off and sighed. “I want to stay like this. It’s a
perfect…beautiful night.”
“Why can’t we?” Peter asked plaintively.  His arms tightened around Chris.
“Talia’s been asking me about what your plan is.”
“It’s not that simple anymore, Peter.” Chris sighed sadly. “Kate needs me, I
can’t leave her with Gerard and he has custody over her. If I choose you he’ll
cut me off from her.”
“You said…” Peter sniffled slightly. “You said you would come to live with the
pack.”
“And I will. Just not yet.” Chris gripped Peter’s arm. “Peter, believe me. I’m
not giving you up.”
“They’ll see it as a slight.” Peter shrugged. “I’m a werewolf, Chris. I’ll try
and talk to Talia again but I think she’s getting annoyed at you.”
Chris didn’t want to hurt Peter by telling him he might have to choose his
sister.  “I’m sorry, I don’t want to fight tonight.” He settled back against
the boy. “I need more time. I just want to be with you.”
Peter stroked his hair gently. “Can we go for a walk? Be somewhere alone?”
“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “Yeah, let’s ... just walk.” He stood up and held his
hand down for the wolf. Peter pulled himself up on Chris’ hand and they looked
at each other for a long moment.
Just walking didn’t get very far. The first moment they out of sight Peter was
on Chris, shoving him up against a tree. It really wasn’t fair. Peter was
younger and supposed to be easier to subdue it shouldn’t be the other way
around. Peter’s lips were on his neck and his hands were pulling his shirt up
and out so he could get to his skin. He should resist but he didn’t. He wanted
to touch as much as he could and he shouldn’t. He closed his eyes and let Peter
do what he wanted.
His pants were unzipped quickly and shoved down. Peter’s hand closed over him
and he nipped Chris’ neck. Chris groaned and pushed his hips into Peter’s hand.
Peter kissed his way down and before Chris could stop him, he was on his knees.
He should have the strength to stop this but Peter didn’t give him a chance to.
His mouth closed over his cock and he slid it inside as though he was born to
take it. 
Chris stumbled in shock and gripped Peter’s shoulder…and hair. “Jesus…” He
shuddered as Peter’s hands ran down the back of his thighs, then up to grip his
ass. He gagged slightly, unused to the sensation of a cock in his mouth. Chris
slipped out a little so that Peter could adjust. He looked down and was lost.
The sight of Peter’s wet lips and defiant eyes. Eyes that just dared him to try
and say “Stop.”
It was a tiny bit of heaven. Peter didn’t really know what he was doing but he
was a fast learner. He sucked and licked and held Chris in place taking his own
sweet time and savoring every moment. Chris stopped thinking and let it happen.
A part of him hated that Peter was able to get him to a state of lost control
so quickly but he ignored his inside voice. “Peter… Peter… Peter…” He whimpered
and rolled his hips while he fucked Peter’s mouth.
He hadn’t had sex since he’d met Peter. A hand-job was nothing compared to the
real thing but this? This was the next bestthing to sex. It didn’t take long
but maybe it did? He didn’t know he didn’t check the time. He felt the orgasm
rip through him as he spilled in Peter’s mouth. He’d tried to warn the wolf but
he didn’t pull off.  Peter gagged and eventually had to withdraw and pant for
air. He coughed and sputtered as he tried to collect himself but when he looked
up it was a look of triumph.
Peter had won. He’d swallowed Chris’ cum and it was shining on his face now,
dribbling down his chin. A bit of it caught in his perfect hair. Chris trembled
and reached down to pull it out. He opened his mouth as if to say something.
“Don’t…” Peter shook his head, “I know what you’re going to say. You’re going
to say I shouldn’t have done that. You’re going to say I’m too young and I
don’t know what I want.” He got up to his feet and helped Chris pull his pants
up.  “I love you. I knew from the moment I first breathed in your scent. I
won’t want anyone else. But I…” He put a finger on Chris’ lips. “I will call
them off so you don’t have to worry about them trying to negotiate for you and
messing your life up further.”
“You can do that?”
“It’s always been my choice, Christopher.” Peter shrugged. “I’m the younger
brother of the Alpha. I have status others do not.”
“You little shit.” Chris stared at him. “All this time you have decision making
status and you didn’t tell me?”
Peter nodded.
“I don’t know whether or not to be impressed or angry at you.” Chris looked
stunned.
“I can deal with it.” Peter shrugged. “Besides, you’re my anchor. I’m not going
to try and force you into anything because I can’t lose you.  I just can’t…” he
looked over at Chris again as he blinked at unwanted tears. “I cannot lose you.
I’ll do whatever you want me to. Sneak around…lay low. Anything.”
Chris zipped up his jeans and tucked in his shirt. “We should get back to the
party but Jesus even I can tell you look like I just fucked you.”
“Well you did,” Peter smirked as he rubbed his throat.
“When we get a chance we’re going to have a long talk about what exactly your
status is, Peter.” Chris slipped an arm around Peter’s waist and nuzzled his
neck. In the back of his head a little voice was nagging at him.
You shouldn’t have done that.
You shouldn’t have let that happen.
That voice had no idea how to say no to Peter Hale either.
**TBC**
Chapter End Notes
     Please let me know what you think.
     Also we earn our Underage Rating.
     Also we up our rating to explicit. It is not my fault. It's Peter
     Hale.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Summary
     Better known as : The chapter in which Peter colossally fucks up.
Chapter Notes
     This is the beginning of the rest of the plot line.:) You know me.
     hope you like it. Sorry it took a while.
     Let me know what you think.
The next day was the day of his scheduled birthday hunting trip.  Chris’s
father took both him and his sister on the scheduled special birthday hunting
trip. Chris woke up feeling great. He actually did like when they did something
productive as a team. There were monsters out there and people getting hurt. He
had a strong influence over his sister and she was listening to him now instead
of just to their father. He could try and put the same moral compass into her
that his mother instilled in him before he finally had to leave. He still
couldn’t believe he’d let Peter do that. It was just so damned hard to resist
him. Now they sort of had an agreement. Unfortunately, he knew that come Monday
those blue eyes would gaze at him forlornly and he would cave.
Victoria was right. Peter had him wrapped around his finger and it was only
going to get worse.
He woke up early showered and changed, ready to hit the road. They would be
going a bit farther out than usual. He noted his father was outside loading the
truck. Aunt Masie was at his bedroom door when he opened it. She looked a
little more crazed than usual. “Happy birthday.”
He stared at her. Most of the time she barely remembered his name or that he
was her nephew. He grinned faintly. “Thank you, Aunt.  I …er..”
She clutched his arm. “Come.”
He was surprised at how strong she was and a little freaked out to be honest.
He’d never seen her in action before but Gerard always assured him she was
amazing. She cajoled him into her room. Or rather, lair. Ugh. Chris screwed up
his nose. He always hated coming in here. It smelled weird once he crossed the
threshold…he knew that was due to protection wards of some kind. Aunt Mavis was
slightly paranoid. It was also a mess. The entire room was a mishmash of color
because Mavis was partially color blind.
Mavis pulled a trunk out from here closet. It had many symbols all over it,
most protection symbols. “Christopher. Do not tell Gerard. Promise me.”
Chris looked stared, “What? Why not?”
“Promise!” Aunt Mavis slipped out a tiny dagger from somewhere in her layers of
hippy clothing and shoved it at his neck.
Chris swallowed in alarm. “Okay, okay.” He’d never seen her have reflexes that
sharp before.
“Say it!” Mavis ordered.
“I promise I won’t tell Gerard.” Chris nodded.
“Playing with fire, Christopher.” Mavis mumbled. “Playing with fire.” She
entered the combination for the trunk and flipped it open.
“What are you talking about?” Chris looked at her warily. She was normally
docile. He’d never seen her like this.
“The wolf boy.” Mavis snapped back at him. “The Hale who came into our house.”
Unlike Gerard her eyes did not indicate disgust, only pity. “The Hale I heard
in your room. Your lover.”
“He’s not my…Jesus he’s only fourteen!”
Mavis smirked. “Trust me I am aware of what it is like to love that which you
should not.”
She pulled out well cared for crossbow, large and timeless.  Other things she
just simply tossed to the side and ignored until she found a box of arrows. She
also handed him a small bag.  It had a silver filigree ties etched into the
brown leather and strange runes all over it.
Chris looked at it curiously, it smelled suspicious when he lifted it up to
sniff at it. “This is magic. We don’t use magic!” He stared at her in surprise
when she scoffed at him.
 “Tradition.” Mavis snapped. “Tradition is why I am trapped here at your
father’s mercy. You’re eighteen, Christopher Argent. Its time you found out
what your father has been hiding all these years. But not now. Now you must
take that with you. It’s protection, wear it around your neck and you will come
back to us.”
It was the most words she’d ever spoken to him and Chris was loathe to scoff at
them. He took the crossbow and let her hang the bag around his neck.
“Go.” Mavis ushered him out the door. “Go!”
He stared in confusion and started to move as soon as he heard his dad honk. He
added the crossbow to his bag and tucked the bag under his shirt so his father
wouldn’t see it. He could still hear Mavis muttering to herself in the bedroom
it almost sounded like she was talking to someone else.
Chris sighed and headed down to the jeep. As they piled in he looked up at
Mavis’ window and she stared down at the jeep. He couldn’t shake the feeling
that something wasn’t right with her, worse than usual. “Dad, I think
somethings wrong with Aunt Mavis. Should we really leave her alone right now?”
“She’s fine, Chris. She tends to be emotional on your birthday. She was very
close to your mother.” Gerard grinned back at Kate, “Ready Princess?”
Kate laughed and nodded. She kicked her feet up and pulled out her road trip
kit. It looked like Chris would be playing magnetic Chinese checkers for a few
hours. He groaned and hoped his dad would at least let him choose the music.
No such luck.
*
Peter waited at the steps into the high school. He couldn’t wait to see Chris.
It had been two whole days and he was bouncing on his heels. He just needed to
see him. The wolf inside was clamoring for another taste and it was literally
everything he could do not to bolt over to the Argent house and demand entry.
When the bell rang and Chris didn’t show up yet Peter began to worry. He knew
that Chris had gone on a hunting trip. Things could go wrong, anything could
happen.
He found Victoria as soon as he had a break and she told him she hadn’t heard
anything yet but she did tell him not to worry. They were experienced hunters.
If it was an extra day there was nothing to be concerned about.
It was not the first time Peter wished that he had access to a phone.
He couldn’t concentrate the entire day as the fear and worry built up inside
him. He begged Victoria to take him to the Argent house and at least go inside
and see if Chris was alright. She finally relented so they drove their after
school in Victoria’s car.
Chris’ motorcycle was parked in the driveway and chained down but Gerard’s
truck wasn’t.  The house was dark except for a couple of lights on. One room he
recognized as belonging to Chris’ Aunt…creepy Aunt….and the kitchen.
“Victoria?” Peter gave her a pleading look. “Please go ask.”
“Alright, Alright.” Victoria nodded. She had a pretext anyway for showing up.
She had Chris’ homework assignments. She left Peter hiding in the car as she
walked up casually to the front door. When she rang the doorbell, no one
answered. She frowned and knocked. Knocking on the door caused it to push open
indicating it hadn’t been closed or locked in the first place. She looked down
and saw that the front door bolt was split. She immediately went on defensive,
dropped the book bag and drew out her daggers.

Peter was at her side a minute later. “They might still be in there.” He
sniffed the air. “I don’t smell…” he frowned in concern. “Blood. I smell
blood.” He pushed the door open and he and Victoria gasped. The place was
completely ransacked. It looked like a tornado had hit it. “Chris!” Peter
bellowed and tore upstairs. He slipped in the blood-soaked hallway and slid
half way across it. There were bodies, two of them, looked like they were
killed in self-defense and were people he didn’t know.  He burst into Chris’
room and frantically looked around. It was also ransacked. “Christopher!” he
couldn’t fathom the possibility that he wasn’t there or that something had
happened.
One of the bedroom doors upstairs was blown completely off its hinges. There
were claw marks on the door frame from human fingernails as though they were
grasping the edges of it to struggle against whatever…whatever was dragging
them away. He also saw the carpet torn up.
It was a disaster. The police absolutely could not find this. He looked around
wildly. There were too many weapons that wouldn’t make sense. If the Argents
did come back they would not be able to handle it.
Victoria called her parents first since Peter was nearly beyond reasoning with.
He wanted to rush out but she had him looking for anything that could tell them
where Chris and Gerard went on the hunting trip. Victoria’s Parents Alicia and
Vincent Malone weren’t entirely thrilled to find Peter there. Alicia Malone
looked at her daughter like she thought her only child was insane.
“Mom!” Victoria sighed. “Mom, I take responsibility for him. Okay? Peter will
listen to me. Right Peter?” She looked at the anxious werewolf sharply.  “He
can help. Chris told me once he’s their best tracker.”
Peter nodded, he would have agreed to pretty much anything at this point.
Vincent came down from upstairs. “They were witches. They have coven marks.
There were a lot of wards on that room.”
“I couldn’t smell anything…” Peter shuddered.
“That’s because there was also a ward masking the scent from a werewolf.”
Victoria’s father smirked.
“So what can we do?” Victoria asked her mother. “They could be in trouble.”
“I’ll try and raise Gerard first on the CB, he has one in his truck. Maybe
they’re on their way back.” Alicia suggested and headed outside to their truck.
They couldn’t raise them.
Peter did manage to find Gerard’s appointment book on the desk in his study.
“Got something!” He waved it triumphantly.
“Joshua Tree National Park?” Alicia Malone frowned. “That’s desert…that’s not
just any desert. It’s where two deserts collides. What the hell is Gerard
hunting there? It’s harsh terrain to bring two kids but at least its winter and
not summer. That’s also Were Coyote territory.”
“Let’s go!” Peter was already heading towards the door.
“Hold on kid.” Victoria grabbed Peter by the collar on his way toward the door.
“We should really contact your Alpha first before you go anywhere with a family
of hunters…to help another family of hunters?”
“I’m the Alpha’s brother. I can do whatever I want.” Peter said and rose to his
full height. At fourteen he was taller than Victoria already but still hadn’t
grown into all his limbs. “I have to find Christopher.” He looked at them all
defiantly.  “I’ll go by myself if I have to.”
Vincent looked at her mother, head of the family. “It’s your call, Alicia.” He
wasn’t a redhead at least but he was no less intimidating as wife and daughter.
“This is unorthodox.” Alicia frowned. “I don’t like the idea of leaving Peter’s
Alpha out of things. That could cause major problems for us in the future.”
“Have you been listening?” Peter snarled. “I’m going anyway.”
“It’s really impossible to stop him when he sets his mind to something.”
Victoria put a hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Unless we shoot him up with Wolfsbane
and stash him in the basement we’re kind of stuck with him.”
“You’re friends with a werewolf child?!?” Vincent’s face contorted with
outrage.
“I wouldn’t say friends.” Victoria chuckled. “I’m friends with Chris Argent and
being that includes having to put up with Peter Hale.”
“I’ll call some of our people to clean this up.” Vincent Malone nodded. “The
police cannot see this. You did well to call us.” That remark was directed to
his daughter of course. “Go wait outside while your mother and I talk. And
Hale… I’ll know if you listened in.”
Peter bared his teeth and only became subdued when Victoria tugged him out of
the house to the backyard to get him cleaned up. She grabbed a couple of
clothes from the kitchen their way. “You’re covered in blood.” She took him
around to the side of the house and pulled out a hose so that she could wash
his arms. She got the blood off his shoes too, and hosed down the sidewalk. She
even managed to get at the side of his jeans that had slipped in the blood and
got nailed.  Luckily no one was home yet in the neighborhood and the backyard
had a fence. She dried his hands and wiped at his face. “Hey, he’s going to be
okay.” She gave him a gentle smile. “Chris is tough. He can knock down jocks
twice his size without even blinking.”
Peter appreciated the handling and let Victoria take care of it. Eventually,
Vincent came to find them. “We’re ready to go. Our friends are on their way and
I don’t want them to see you.” He looked extremely unhappy.
“Thank you.” Peter tried to be polite. It only earned him a glare.
“We’ll take both cars.” Alicia decided. “In case something happened to Gerard’s
truck. I’ll keep trying to reach him on the CB. Peter can ride with Victoria,
I’ve already called the school and told them Victoria is sick and won’t be
there tomorrow.”
“On a scale of one to ten…how much trouble are you going to be in when the pack
finds out you’ve left their territory and who you’re with?” Victoria buckled
back into her car and let Peter in.
“Let me put it to you this way.  You think Gerard was mad at Chris when he
found out about me? Talia is going to throttle me. I’ll be lucky if all she
does is slap a collar on me and tie me to the house until I’m eighteen. Got any
good tunes?” Peter reached inside the glove compartment for the cassette tapes
and hoped to god it wasn’t all girly music. “Please tell me you have some real
music.”
“Good times.” Victoria eyed him. “Driver picks the music, jackass.”
Peter made such a face when she chose Madonna. He was certain that was out of
spite. He just knew it. Even though he actually liked some of those songs he
absolutely wasn’t going to admit it. 
Somehow he managed to survive four hours in car with Victoria. That was the
time it took in traffic to get to the small town of Yucca Valley where they
would have to refuel and get supplies and get permits for the park. They had
brought some clothing from the house to use for Peter’s tracking abilities but
they were running a huge risk even having a werewolf in the area.
“What do you think Gerard was hunting here that he took both Kate and Chris?”
Victoria asked her mother once they got their permits.
“Gerard Argent is a complicated person.” Alicia said mildly. “The Argents are
responsible for many things. It’s possible he discovered that something was
hiding out here. Possibly an old foe. If that was the case he would have risked
it. Gerard never forgets anything he let get away.”
“Did you hear from them? Anything on the CB?” Peter asked anxiously. He didn’t
want anything to eat even at the rundown diner they’d stopped in. He couldn’t
imagine eating.
“Nothing.” Alicia shook her head and gave the werewolf a look as though she
wished he would be seen and not heard.
Peter slumped.
Victoria ordered him a steak sandwich with fries. “You need your strength,
Peter. It’s a Desert. Very different from Beacon Hills. You probably haven’t
been in terrain like this before and we need you at full strength.”
Peter gave her a miserable look and nodded. He’d eat. He knew she was right.
“On the way here we did contact an associate who manages any problems in the
city. He’ll meet with us before we go into the park.” Vincent told them
sharply. Vincent was not as imposing as his wife and daughter but there was a
hard steel behind his sharp black eyes.  They had Victoria late in life and he
was a hunter who had seen a thing or two.  He had an Italian look to him. “He
alluded to there being some issue they are dealing with but no specifics.”
They quickly got through the diner food and Peter dutifully ate under
Victoria’s coaxing after all she was giving him THAT look.  When they got to
the ranger’s station in town the Malone’s associate was waiting for them there.
Lenny something.
Lenny had some news and it wasn’t good.
*
Peter didn’t take the news well and barely kept the fact that he was a werewolf
hidden when they were shown the damage to Gerard’s truck. It had been turned
over several times, all the glass was shattered and the metal warped.  They had
been told it was found in a ditch near the park. There was blood in truck but
he couldn’t tell whose because it was intermingled. He knew there was a little
blood from each of them.  Fortunately the blood would help him track but it
didn’t do any favors for his state of mind. It took strong words from Victoria
to even get him to focus enough to breathe.
“Easy, Peter. We’ll find him, okay? He’s going to be alright.” Victoria looked
over at her parents. “What kind of thing can twist metal like that and leave no
claw marks?”
“Spells.” Alicia looked decidedly uncomfortable. “Like Lenny said, someone is
using magic. For many years they had it under control here until things started
happening again. He thinks the burial site might have been disturbed.”
“Burial site?” Victoria’s eyebrows rose.
“There is a secret shaman burial site out there. The Argents were guarding the
exact location, I expect that was what the people who ransacked the Argent’s
house were looking for. Shamans were friendly with hunters until they were all
but wiped out by stronger forces. They also had magic capable of dealing with
Supernatural creatures and the bones or ash of shamans can be used to create
deadly weapons.” Alicia explained. “It can also create weapons that can cloak
witches from the eyes of hunters and werewolves alike. I expect Gerard was
taking Christopher there for his eighteenth birthday to make a point. I doubt
he knew the area had an active threat or that someone was trying to find it
like Lenny told us.”
Peter growled low in his throat. He shuddered at the very idea of Chris being
hurt or tortured for information. He couldn’t fathom it.
Once the revelations made it clear that the Argents were in trouble they headed
to the park. Peter had the scent and they kept moving fast.  There was a lot of
terrain to cover, the Joshua Tree National Park was huge with a large variety
of fascinating plants and animals. There wasn’t just unnatural dangers in the
park they had to be careful about. Peter kept moving, sniffing every now and
again.
“It’s quite remarkable.” Alicia remarked to Victoria. “He’s never been in
terrain like this before and there must be so many new smells. Yet he can pick
a trail out. I know Werewolves have good tracking abilities but this is pretty
amazing.”
“Chris told me he’s the best tracker the pack has.” Victoria nodded. “I didn’t
know that meant as much as it did.” She looked cautiously at the wolf who was
several yards ahead of them.
“He’s clearly special.” Alicia nodded.
“You have no idea.” Victoria muttered at her mother. “Thank you.”
“What for?”
“Understanding.”
Alicia could already tell what her daughter hadn’t yet admitted to herself.
That she had feelings for Chris Argent, otherwise she wouldn’t be so keen to
help a wolf. Vincent exchanged a look with her. Peter Hale may be a special
werewolf but he was still a werewolf. For now, he was innocent. That fire and
energy? That light that burned so brightly in his eyes was going to get him
into serious trouble. He was a ticking time bomb waiting to go off.  They both
knew it. But one day, one day he was going to tear his claws through the world
and make it bleed.
Peter Hale was the absolute definition of trouble.
*
Two hours into the trail dusk was already settling. They had already passed
Skull Rock, a popular landmark and were now off the main trial and Peter
abruptly stopped. Vincent was already in defensive mode as he could sense it
too. There was something coming. Peter quickly bounded back to the Malones and
crouched in front of them, fangs and claws out. It was an act that caught
Victoria’s mother by surprise given how willing Peter was to throw himself
between them and harm’s way.
The sound of flapping leathery wings was unmistakable as was the squeaking
sound they were making. “What is that?” Victoria squinted.
“Unusual,” Vincent responded, “as they don’t usually have such large numbers.”
Peter made a face and immediately put up the hood of his jacket. “Bats!” He
yelled. Oh god what if they got in his hair? “Duck!”  He covered Victoria as
they dropped to the ground with the intention of protecting her hair and face
with his own body.  Her parents did similar for each other when the creatures
surrounded them beating their wings at the air in obvious agitation.
The squeaking and sounds of bat wings caused Peter to grunt and shudder. They
tore at the flesh of his arms and he flung them away. He sliced at the air in
frustration with his claws only catching a few of them.  His eyes glowed and
his growling intensified.
“Peter no…” Victoria tried to stop him. “Don’t howl. There are Werecoyotes in
this park. They’ll hear you!”
Peter snarled at her even as he was trying to protect her. His body twisted
while he deflected the crazed creatures away from them. His forearms were
already covered in welts and he could barely control the burning need to shift.
He grabbed another before it flung its claws into Victoria’s face and sliced it
in half. Blood washed the ground around them from his and their kills. The
smell of it filled his nostrils and he felt a tug again at his soul. In full
Werewolf form they couldn’t get to him but then he wouldn’t have control over
his mental state.
“Somethings controlling them!” Vincent Malone shouted. “We have to make a run
for it. Split up. We’ll keep in touch with the radios.”
Victoria nodded back calmly in spite of the chaos around them.  “Come on
Peter.” She appreciated his effort but he really should be taking care of
himself. She knew he was trying to help but she was actually kind of annoyed by
his immediate assumption that she needed it. She made that point pretty clear
when she stopped a bat from getting too far herself using an expertly wielded
knife. Who needs claws when you have knives and know how to use them? “God, do
I look like I’m screaming? I’m not your average girl you dumbass.”
The fact was, Peter looked far more distressed than she did.
Her sharp tongue is what snapped Peter out of it and brought him back to
reality. He focused and forced the desire to fully shift away. He shrugged at
the redhead, it was instinct, sue him. Without looking back, they took off. A
few moments later the sun was swallowed by the horizon and bathed the park in
twilight.  
When they ran it ended up confusing the swarm of bats and as Vincent predicted
the swarm broke up. Unfortunately, the desert terrain of the Joshua Tree
National Park wasn’t made for humans or others that run on two feet. It was
hard, jagged terrain with all kinds of crevices that nature designed to
discourage trespassing. As fleet footed as she was, Victoria wasn’t like Peter.
He could see in the dark but she was having trouble and the rocks were loose.
“Peter, slow down!” She called ahead of her.
Peter either didn’t hear her or was too intent on getting away from the swarm.
Eventually the bats split up themselves. They apparently were out of range of
whatever was controlling them. Peter abruptly stopped and Victoria finally
caught up to him. They were standing on the edge of a steep hill, loose rocks
strewn down it as if some big boulder had cracked and littered the landscape.
He looked around them while she kept her knives out. The bats were gone.
“Try your parents.” Peter suggested.
In the distance they could hear a coyote howl. Peter’s eye twitched. It was
getting fainter though, farther away from them not closer.
Victoria pulled out her walkie and tried to raise them. All she got was static.
“I’m sure they’re fine.” Peter looked back over the terrain. He’d lost the
trail but he could pick it up if he could just get a hint of it. The smell of
bat guano and blood was overpowering and he knew he needed a moment to collect
his senses.
“Mom and Dad have the map.” Victoria sighed.
“You’re joking, right?” Peter stared at her.
Victoria gave him a sour look, “I don’t joke.”  She shivered. It was going to
get very cold very fast.
“Chris is out there!” Peter stared desperately at the horizon as if trying to
will the sun back up into the sky. The moon was already ready to replace the
light and stars were blinking their way back into existence. To the naked eye
the terrain was hostile and the sounds were driving him a little crazy. So many
new sounds. He wanted so badly to howl but he knew the risks. He could feel it
in his bones, they did not have much time.
Even Victoria seemed a little less than calm herself. After all she was stuck
alone in a desert without a map and her only companion a teenage werewolf
worried about his mate. She couldn’t get her parents on her radio and Peter was
slowly starting to freak out.
He started moving a few feet to the north when a voice came from out of the
brush.
“That’s not the right way.” It was a girl’s voice, a childlike voice.
Peter whipped around, claws out. Victoria immediately adopted a defensive pose.
The girl that walked out to face them was unafraid. She was a slip of a thing
with chocolate brown eyes and dark braids. She dressed in native American
clothing and it was difficult to tell her heritage in the light but she did not
look Native American. She looked no more than eleven, maybe ten. She seemed
rather fascinated with Peter and not so much with Victoria.
Peter sniffed the air curiously, “I can’t smell you. What are you?”
“My papa doesn’t let me go on my own without protection.” She gave him a
mysterious little smile. “Are you looking for the Argents? If you are, that’s
the wrong way.”
“What do you know about them?” Victoria curled her hands around the hilt of her
knife.
“We know enough to stay away when they are here.” She moved a little bit
closer, clearly fascinated by Peter.
A howl came from far away, it was similar to the one that was given before.
“Who are you?” Peter asked the girl curiously. She didn’t smell like a werewolf
but she smelled interesting.
“My name is Corinne, I’m the daughter of our Alpha.” The girl responded.
“Coyote.”
“I’m Peter Hale and this is Victoria Malone, we’re from Beacon Hills.” Peter
told her. “I’m the brother of our Alpha. Wolf.”
They both eyed each other warily for a long time as though sizing each other
up.
“What about my parents?” Victoria asked immediately.
“They have already been taken by the same people.” Corinne’s voice was soft.
“If you do not know where they have set up traps, you will not get there. We
watched them for the past two weeks. We know where all the traps are.”
“How can we trust you?” Victoria growled.
“Because if Peter Hale makes a blood promise to me, I’ll take you to them.” The
girl’s eyes glowed blue and they both made surprised noises. “Promises
witnessed between packs must always be kept.”
“I’ll do it.” Peter said immediately.
“Don’t be a fool, Peter. You can’t accept without knowing what she wants.”
Victoria put a hand on Peter’s arm.
“I have to!” Peter’s anguish was clear. He was desperate. “I have to find him.”
He turned back to the girl. “I’ll do it. Whatever it is you want.”
Corinne’s smile was horribly cold for an eleven year old. “One day I will find
you and you will do what I ask.”
“That’s a blanket promise… Peter you can’t do it.” Victoria shook her head. She
kept her hand on his arm.  
“I’ll do it.” Peter shook Victoria’s hand off. “I have to make the deal, this
is for Christopher.”
Corinne nodded and extended her claws. She ripped down the palm of her hand
placed it on a nearby rock.  Her eyes glowed blue as she dug her claws into the
rock to make a permanent indent.
Peter did the same looked at the rock.
“A promise witnessed must be kept.” Corinne looked up at him solemnly.  She had
such beautiful eyes. He would remember them.
“Peter…Don’t.” Victoria warned.
Peter sliced his own palm, extended his own claws and stuck them into the rock
to seal the blood pact. He nodded at Corinne. “It’s a promise sealed.”
Corinne turned and took Peter’s hand. She sniffed it and lapped the blood from
his palm. “I’ll remember your smell when the time comes.”   She offered her own
hand to Peter.
Peter sighed and licked once at it. “I’ll remember your smell.”
Victoria shuddered, feeling like she had just witnessed the beginning of the
end.
“This way,” Corinne partially shifted and began to move.
And they followed
**TBC**
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter contains dubious consent.
     You have been warned.
     Regarding Age: In this Fic, Peter's birthday is after Chris'. When
     they first met, Peter was two weeks from being Fourteen. He's almost
     Fifteen now. Also note, this is Alternate Universe, I'm not going by
     canon.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Making the deal with Corinne had felt like the natural thing to do, Peter
wasn’t sure why Victoria was so angry with him about it. She was just a little
kid and it was unlikely she’d ever do anything about it. He would go to any
lengths to save Chris and to hell with anything else so even though she scowled
at him he scowled right back at her. Chris belonged to him. He was Chris’
future.
Peter found Corinne to actually be rather interesting. She was nicer than
Victoria and she had a cute smile. Right now he didn’t mind the attention he
was getting from her, she agreed with everything he said. Victoria was making
him think too much. He supposed it was because her parents were at risk. She
wasn’t going to let him go in without a plan.
So they argued and eventually managed to come up with something once they found
the camp site. It was within a cluster of Joshua Trees and rocky hills next to
a series of caves. The Argents and the Malones were inside according to what
Peter understood from Corinne’s intel.
He frowned when he saw one of the witches. “Isn’t that Chris’ Aunt?” He
indicated a lady that seemed to be walking around free.
“It is,” Victoria nodded. “The last time she said anything to me she was
extremely incoherent. I thought she was crazy.”
Peter frowned as they watched her talk with one of the guards and give him
instructions. They were building some sort of sacrificial pyre. Peter growled
low under his breath. He was not going to let that happen to Chris.
And that’s when he saw Chris. Chris walked out of the cave, calm and collected
as if nothing untoward was happening. He was about to rise up from their hiding
places when Victoria forced him back down. “Not yet.”
Chris seemed to be on very good terms with his Aunt. He had a hand-crossbow
ready and he it didn’t seem likely he’d been in any kind of danger. He scanned
the perimeter briefly and helped with the building of the pyres.
“There’s something wrong with him,” Peter sniffed the air with a frown. “His
scent is mixed with something. His Aunt smells normal, though. I can smell the
others too, they’re in the caves.”
Corinne looked quite impressed that Peter could smell that far. “You’re
special,” she gave him a look of wide-eyed wonder.
“I don’t like the look of this,” Victoria sighed.
Chris looked alert but cold. Peter couldn’t smell any kind of feeling off of
him and he didn’t like it. He also couldn’t help himself. He didn’t have a good
handle on his control and his wolf was being driven insane by the need to get
to Chris.
“I’m sorry….” He gave Victoria a desperate look when he saw Chris move a little
ways off from the rest of the camp.  “Stay here.”
“No, wait…Peter!” Victoria hissed.
Too late.
Peter did his best to be stealthy and eventually caught up with Chris.
Unfortunately with Peter, Chris was an expert hunter and could tell when he was
not alone. He whipped around before the wolf could get close, pale blue eyes
hard as stone.
“Peter?” Chris lowered his weapon with a frown. “What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you,” Peter glared at him. “What’s the matter with you?”
“You shouldn’t be here,” Chris’ fingers twitched and Peter felt his hackles
rise. Something wasn’t right. He smelled wrong.  Chris took a step towards him,
and Peter’s wolf didn’t like it. He smelled…off. Like it was Chris, but not.
Peter couldn’t put his finger on it, there was just…it was awful. It was like
knowing it was Chris and yet…something was missing.
“I’m glad you’re here, though.” Chris’ smile made him cringe. “You’ll like what
happens next.”
His smile was something so incredibly foreign that Peter almost wanted to pop
claws and rend it off the hunter’s face. It didn’t belong there.
“What happens next?” Peter stood his ground as Chris prowled up to him. He
suppressed a shudder as the … thing … extended a hand to rest against his hips.
“Ash and flames.” Chris laughed softly. His hand snaked around to rest against
the small of Peter’s back and he pressed their bodies together. Chris leaned
down and kissed the werewolf’s neck. “I’m glad you’re here with me.” The voice
was slightly singsongy as he purred and pressed more kisses into Peter’s
feverish skin. Then he sensually rocked himself into Peter in such a way that
his Chris never would. “Now I can fuck you while they burn.”
“Christopher?”  God, it was a dream come true. Peter wanted that. He
desperately craved that from the hunter but something was incredibly wrong. The
wolf twitched and he wanted to both run and encourage that grinding against
him.
Chris kissed him hard and laughed. “Peter, Peter…my sweet, beautiful Peter.” He
caressed Peter’s cheeks and kissed him again, eyes wild and filled with need.
His pupils were blown but not just with lust… drugs? Peter wasn’t sure. “I’m
going to fill your virgin ass with cum and keep you loose and pliant, ready for
me anytime I want.”
Now he was sure. Whatever this was, it wasn’t Chris but he was also fairly
certain that Chris was inthere. He had to keep that in mind but got it was good
to have Chris touching him without any inhibitions. Chris who didn’t care how
old he was. Peter’s skin tingled and now that he was being caressed and petted
the wolf inside stilled. If he could accept that it wasn’t really Chris…if he
could just forget that one thing, he’d have everything he wanted.
He’d have Christopher. His mate.
Chris kept kissing him, touching him and distracting him from the ability to
think until someone eventually came to find out where the heck he went off too,
there were fires to build.  Chris growled at them to go away.
“Your Aunt is looking for you.” The larger of the pair looked somewhat
disgusted by what he was observing.
“This is Peter,” Chris slung an arm around Peter’s shoulder nonchalantly. “My
Aunt knows him.  He’s with me.”
“Hm.” The large guy sneered and let Chris pass.
Peter didn’t once look back over his shoulder, he didn’t want Chris to know
anyone was with him. Chris was proudly showing him off, he lifted his chin. It
felt good. He glanced shyly at Chris.
“Come on, my Aunt likes you.” Chris chuckled darkly and played with Peter’s
hair.
It was hard to understand, the nearly complete personality switch. Chris was
gloriously flamboyant. He reveled in himself and his abilities and that was
clear in the way he held himself. He didn’t care anymore about what people
thought of him…and that’s when it dawned on Peter what was missing. It was
Chris…but it wasn’t. Chris cared. It was weird. He didn’t like it but he also
knew that he had no chance of saving Chris from whatever this was if he didn’t
go along with it. Victoria and Corinne were still out there. He was beginning
to regret not listening to Victoria.
Then Chris gave him such a heated look that regretting it went out the window.
Fuck.
He remembered Chris’ Aunt Mavis from the day he walked into the Argent’s home
last week. She looked nothing like she did today. She looked completely
together, eyes sharp with intelligence and a proprietary attitude. “What’s
this?” She demanded of Chris. “He found you?”
“You know what I told you,” Chris said defensively. “Peter’s a good tracker.”
“But he was with the Malones!” Mavis sniffed at Peter.
“Only to get here.” Peter shrugged and gave her a bold look. “I came for
Chris.”
Mavis chuckled, “Your boy is brave. I like that. Do you know what I am, Peter
Hale?”
“A hunter.” Peter looked like he didn’t care.
“I’m an Argent. I’m a hunter.”
Peter looked confused. “What is this all about?”
“Retribution.” Mavis smirked. “Revenge, Peter. Your kind should surely know
what that means.”
She started moving towards the cave and Peter followed along with Chris. He was
taken to a spot deep within where Gerard, Kate and the Malones were all tied up
and gagged as if they were ready to be taken to the pyre.
Mavis’ coven were there.
Gerard’s eyes opened wide when he saw Peter and how Chris was holding on to
him. Peter frowned as his gaze went from Gerard to the terrified Kate and he
figured out what was going on. His mother used to tell him that Argents, if
compromised by their enemy, were supposed to kill themselves. Mavis had must
have been compromised at some point and that fact hidden. Who knows how the
Argents hid that but they had. And now, those who made her had come for her.
What Peter couldn’t understand is why Chris was being protected. He looked back
at his lover and wondered if that was what he was smelling. He smelled similar
to Mavis, and yet not. As if he was wearing some kind of magical mask.
When it didn’t appear that Peter was going to challenge her, Mavis looked at
Chris. “He’s your responsibility.”
Chris nodded, confident. “Peter will do whatever I tell him to. Right, Peter?”
Peter just shrugged.
“Come on,” Chris gave him a gleeful look. “We have a few hours.” He tugged
Peter away from Aunt who was already distracted by her people who were there to
break her ties to the Argent Family.
Peter had no idea how to convey to the others that he was going to help without
giving himself away but he knew that there was no way he was going to let Chris
kill his whole family. Once his brain decided to think with something other
than his dick, that is.
Chris took his hand and kept moving him back outside of the caves to the
campers. He found one and commandeered it with a glare and laughed softly.
“This’ll do,” he said cheerfully as he poked his head in.
It really, really wouldn’t. It was dirty and nasty and covered in mold that
wanted to jump out and crawl in Peter’s hair.  Peter stared at it incredulously
and gave Chris a horribly insulted look. “Absolutely N…”
Chris cut him off with a kiss.
What mold?
The world around them could fuck off because Chris was on him. It was a cramped
and utterly impossible space but he didn’t care. His shirt was pulled off and
Chris kissed and bit at his skin, in a great hurry to do everything at once.
His wolf was slowly warming to the idea once he’d accepted that it really was
Chris in there and he responded. Oh how he responded. There was nothing more in
the world that Peter wanted than this. He bucked and writhed and whined for
more. Self-control wasn’t a thing that he was known for. In the back of his
mind he knew Chris was not himself and that he really needed to figure out what
was going on.
Chris’ tongue lapped at one of his nipples and how was he supposed to think
when thatwas happening? He worked his way downwards and Peter could hardly
breathe let alone make any useful decisions. His belt was unbuckled before he
knew what was happening and Chris…oh God. He was too overwhelmed and he just
couldn’t think. Chris was the one with experience, he’d even had sex before.
Peter’s dick didn’t care that his mate was about to kill his own family. His
dick was already showing his enthusiasm for what his boyfriend was up to and
his brain was now screaming Yes, Yes, Yes and More!
Chris’ thumbs drew tiny circles just above his hips and dipped down under his
pants. Peter braced himself against a counter with his arms to keep from
falling. He stared, enthralled by the sight of Chris on his knees, looking up
at him with brazen glee. He could hardly be blamed for not being able to stop
him. He was almost fifteen and had already been thinking about this for a long
time. He could not count the number of times he’d dreamed about it.
Chris chuckled at his enthusiasm and snapped open his pants. The zip was easy
and he slowly pulled down Peter’s jeans, underwear and all. “You’re so fucking
gorgeous,” Chris whispered. He nudged Peter’s legs apart and kneaded the boy’s
ass. “Fuck, you’re going to be tight.” 
Peter trembled but not from fear. He watched in a daze as Chris’ tongue licked
his lips.  It’s not like he couldn’t get away. Chris had overpowered him in the
past because the hunter fought dirty and with weapons. His conscious had taken
a vacation and all he wanted was Chris’ mouth on his dick…now.
He was rewarded. Chris started at the tip, his tongue licked a long trail from
the tip to the base and back up again. He was hard before but now he was rock
solid and all the blood rushed from his brain south. He was almost giddy and
very nearly fainted when Chris finally took the tip between his lips and slowly
let Peter fill him.
“Oh ….” Peter’s eyes widened and he shifted the balance of his weight from the
counter to Chris shoulders as he gripped them. “God… Chris….Christopher!”  He
whimpered. He’d never felt anything like this. Heat flooded his entire body and
he started moving his hips, pushing his dick into Chris’ mouth. And Chris took
it, he reveled in it. He gazed up at Peter briefly and played against his hole,
rubbing and pressing lightly, never actually entering.
Coherent thoughts just weren’t even remotely possible. As much as Peter wanted
to just let go and fuck Chris’ mouth with abandon he knew how dangerous that
was. The wolf wanted to be set free. The wolf wanted to exert his dominance.
The wolf wanted….
Being jerked off? It was nothing compared to this. That was a means to an end,
this was different. It crept up on him from his toes to the tips of his
fingers. His skin erupted in goose pimples and he didn’t want it to stop. Each
nerve ending in his body vibrated from the pleasure of it. Pressure built up
inside him and he just wanted to hold on for dear life. He gripped Chris’
shoulders and the shirt tore slightly and continued to tear as he shuddered
from the impact.  His nails dug into Chris’ skin when it was ripped out of him.
He howled and bucked. The only reason he was even standing was because Chris
was holding him up and swallowing.
The wolf screamed, shuddered and cried. He pawed at Chris, leaving angry red
welts in his shoulders, and a torn shirt unable to control his nails. Chris
laughed as he pulled off him. He rose up to draw the trembling, naked teen into
his arms and only soothed him a few moments before he gave a low visceral
chuckle and threw Peter onto the bed.  
Disoriented and confused, Peter could only stare as Chris pulled off his own
shirt. Then he saw it. The leather necklace that had been previously hidden
under Chris’ shirt. The bag attached to it, the strange way it made him
recoil…and the way Chris was looking at him.  Was it some kind of spell? He had
less than a minute to make the decision as Chris started taking off his pants.
He made as if he was going to help him but instead Peter reached up suddenly
and sliced at the leather necklace. He pulled it off of Chris neck and flung it
to the far side of the camper. There was a whoosh of energy from the weird
looking bag attached to it as it hit the floor.
Chris reeled in shock, blinking rapidly. He acted for a moment like he couldn’t
breathe as he just stared wildly around the camper and gagged at the taste of
cum in his mouth. His expression was a combination of relieved and horrified
when he saw who the person with him was.  “Peter?” He choked out and wiped his
mouth.  “What the fuck…?”  He staggered bag.
“What’s the last thing you r-remember?” Peter asked as he yanked the bedsheet
around himself self-consciously.
“I was playing checkers with Kate. There was a car accident.” Chris ran a hand
through his hair. “Jesus I was about to….”
“Y-you were going to fuck my brains out, yes…and then burn your family.” Peter
could hardly believe his brain was even functioning.  “Lucky for you, I love
you and didn’t wait until it was too late before releasing you from the spell
you were under.”
“Peter…” Chris looked a little crazed for a moment, then he began to calm down.
 “I remember now,” he shuddered. “My Aunt. She’s a Witch. She gave me something
to mask me so her coven wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Since you’re you again and since there’s no chance you’re going to finish what
you started, can we please rescue everyone and get out of here?” Peter strove
to keep his voice calm and steady.  
“How are you even here?” Chris wiped his mouth.
Peter briefly explained everything that happened and the situation they were
facing. As he did, Chris helped him get his clothes back on.

“You came all this way for me.” Chris reached up to smooth Peter’s hair back as
the shirt had mussed it.
Peter gave him a miserable look, he didn’t know what to say.
Chris smiled and touched their foreheads together. “I’m sorry I treat you like
a kid sometimes. You’re not.” He stroked Peter’s cheek gently.  “You’re
beautiful, brave and loyal and I love you so much sometimes it hurts. If
anything happened to you…. Anything… it would kill me.”
Peter trembled under the intense look Chris gave him.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” Chris took Peter’s chin with his
thumb and forefinger. “I won’t let you down again. Fuck my father. I love you.”
Everything was okay. Peter exhaled. Right?  He wasn’t sure. They hadn’t said a
thing about what just happened. Was Chris just ignoring the elephant in the
room?
Chris certainly didn’t say a word about it, or ask. That didn't help Peter's
confusion.
They eventually found their way over towards Corinne and Victoria and hatched a
plan to rescue their parents and Kate.
Chris didn’t like the idea of having help from someone as young as Corinne,
especially when she said she would only help if Peter gave her a lock of his
hair but there were too many members of the Coven for the three of them to take
on their own. Another shapeshifter would help…even a small one.
In the end Chris realized he’d take all the help he could get to save his
family.
**TBC**
Chapter End Notes
     Mavis is a nutjob, yes. An Argent who became a witch and Gerard
     didn't want her to kill herself. She was the female leader. She had
     to live. Her coven found her and decided to take revenge on the
     Argents for keeping her from them all these years. She protected
     Chris by giving him that bag. It made it look like he was a witch too
     but it also made him cooperative and evil. Peter had the sense to get
     it off him. Ah. That's what's happening, anyway.
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Notes
     I apologize for the delay. I had no idea how to write the battle part
     so I decided to summarize it and move on or this story would take
     forever to finish. I am participating in Petopher week so had to work
     on a bunch of fics for that.
     Please let me know what you think. I would really appreciate it! :)
The car ride home was the most uncomfortable that Peter had ever had to endure.
Since Argent’s car was trashed they had to split people up into Victoria’s car
and her parents car. Gerard had nearly died in flames. Peter had successfully
saved him, but nearly died himself and Chris was furious about everything
because Peter was injured. And once he’d come to his full senses and learned
about what had happened with Corinne he was even madder.
The ride back, however… was anything but comfortable. What was waiting for them
in Beacon Hills was an extremely upset Alpha. Peter had the comfortable seat,
given that he’d been burned and his healing powers were taking their damn time.
Chris was angry with Victoria for letting Peter come along. Gerard was angry
that they owed a werewolf for saving his life and Victoria was angry that her
parents almost died. The only one who wasn’t angry was Kate. Gerard’s sister
did not come home with them, she had fled and used spells to stop anyone from
tracking her.

 What made Chris feel even worse was that he loved his Aunt and she had tried
to save him from the fate. She could only protect one of them, however, and had
chosen him. Had the coven’s plans worked, he would have lost his father and his
sister.  He would have become a coven guardian.
Peter? Chris sucked in his breath and let it out as he tried to calm down his
fury. He had been seriously hurt. He might have lost Peter. He could have  died
. He stared ahead, stone faced while Victoria kept Peter comfortable and fussed
over him.

Then there was that problem that under the influence of witches he’d almost
ravished the boy.  He also felt pride...because Peter had forced him out of it.
Talia was absolutely going to cut him loose. He’d never be able to see Peter
again. His stomach was tied up in knots and he felt like throwing up. It was
mind-boggling…
His heart had nearly stopped when he saw Peter leap through the flames to save
his father. He’d never forget the smell of burning flesh
Never.
Kate was riding with Victoria’s parents.
It was two hours before Chris turned to look at Peter. Victoria was stroking
his hair gently and letting him rest against her soothing him every time the
pain was a bit too much. Peter had curled into himself. The bandages they had
put on were soaked already with blood. Victoria shot Chris a glare, and he
lifted his hands in self defense.

 What could he possibly say? They were in a car with their parents.
This might be the last time  he was this close to Peter Hale. He shouldn’t have
done it. He shouldn’t have put himself in danger. Peter cracked open an eye as
if he sensed Chris looking at him and smiled weakly. “I’ll heal. There’s no
need for that face, Christopher.”
“Not the point,” Chris shot back at him. Gerard was driving. There wasn’t much
he could talk about. Then he finally just decided he didn’t care. “Peter do you
realize what this means? I’m returning you to your pack half-dead with five
hunters.”
“You’re worrying too much.” Peter whined. At least his face was starting to
heal and it hadn’t burned too much of his hair.
“You didn’t ask permission before you left with Victoria.”
“I’m the Alpha’s brother. I can do what I want.”
“You’re a minor, for godsake!” Gerard finally snapped from the front of the
car. “You made a deal with someone from a Coyote pack. A  Coyote  pack. They’re
worse than werewolves! Have you even  got  a brain?”
Chris stared in surprise at his father that he even sounded remotely like he
cared about a werewolf.
“Without her we’d never have made it to you in time.” Peter muttered. “The bats
only succeeded in separating us, there was worse out there.”
Gerard curled his lips and didn’t respond.
Chris sighed, he rubbed one of Peter’s knees gently. “It'll be okay.”

 *
He wasn’t so confident when they got to the preserve. The whole pack was
waiting for them in war mode. They were all half shifted or full shifted.
Peter’s blood must have been smelled miles before they drove back. The Malones
got out of their vehicle, but Kate was told to remain inside. Gerard, Chris and
Victoria also got out. It helped their case a little that they were all wounded
in various ways and did not come out guns blazing. It was not a happy situation
given both Chris and Victoria had Peter’s blood on them.  Chris helped Peter
out of the car Talia gave a sharp intake of breath.
“It looks worse than it feels,” Peter tried and got a thunderous glare for his
trouble. Her attention turned directly to Gerard Argent, then to Alicia, unsure
who was going to speak for the hunters.
Instinctively, the hunters had their weapons out but it was Alicia who stepped
forward, being the eldest female. Talia looked her up and down.
“Explain to me why my younger brother is in the state he is in.” Talia demanded
coldly. “And why you took him out of Pack Territory.”
Peter was about to talk but Victoria shushed him. “Let my mother handle this.”

“Your brother and my daughter went to the Argent’s household with the intent of
welcoming his mate home. They found that they had been forcibly entered and
Mavis Argent had been extracted violently from it. Your brother was distraught
and refused to come here first to get permission. We left immediately to track
them. We got separated while tracking them. Mavis Argent’s secret was exposed.
A coven of witches had turned her years ago and it drove her insane. Gerard
couldn’t bring himself to kill her. They took her with the intention of having
her sacrifice her family and come back to them. She protected one person so
that he would show witch potential and be spared. For a while he was under the
influence until Peter shocked him out of it.” Alicia spoke calmly and
collectedly as she faced down the Hale Alpha.  The hunters all had their
weapons out and ready, just not aimed.
“Peter, Victoria and Chris helped change the outcome. The Coven was about to
kill Chris’ father and Peter intervened. He went through fire to save him and
the battle began, due to his weakened state he took a number of hits and has
yet to heal from them. We eliminated the coven.”
“And Mavis Argent?”

 “In the wind.”
“You let a Witch go?” Talia frowned. “She could come back.”

“Our first intention was to return Peter.” Alicia responded. “We will then hunt
Mavis.”

“All of you?” Talia asked, her eyes settled on Chris Argent.
Peter didn’t like her tone.
She was testing him. Chris realized. Testing him to see if he would do his duty
or succumb to love. One would prove his feelings and the other would prove he
had honor. He was between a rock and a hard place.
“My father will need help finding her.” Chris answered finally. “I’ll have to
go with him.”
“What?!?” Peter exclaimed. Tracking Mavis could take time. A lot of time.
“You’re supposed to stay  here !” He shrugged out of Chris’ arms and backed
away from him. “You’re supposed to join the pack!”
A thing never discussed with Gerard Argent and the man looked like he was about
to burst a blood vessel.
“You promised!” Peter whined.
“Peter, we didn’t know this was going to happen.” Chris said uncomfortably. All
eyes were on them.

 “You can’t leave! You’re my anchor. What am I going to do?” Peter darted his
eyes around the group. He rounded on Talia, panicked. “Make him stay!”

 “I can’t do that, Peter.” Talia shook her head. “He is not sworn to the pack,
his first duty is to his people.”
“You’ll be fine, Peter.” Chris told him gently. “I won’t be gone long.” It was
actually better this way, he thought. Putting distance between them.
“I wasn’t fine until you….!” Peter fought tears. He was exhausted and in pain
and Chris was leaving.
“We’ll take care of him,” Talia promised Chris.
“I’m going with him!” Peter balled up his fists angrily.
“We’ll be working with other hunters.” Alicia noted mildly. “They won’t be as
accommodating with a werewolf around as we are.”
“You will stay here.” Talia told him in her Alpha voice.
Peter cringed. “You’ll come back?” He asked Chris.

 “Of course I’ll come back.” Chris laughed softly. “I love you, don’t I?”
“You better.” Peter wiped his nose. “When will you leave?”
“Tomorrow morning.” Gerard said stiffly.
“What about school? Graduation. You’re doing so well…!” Peter desperately tried
to find a reason, any reason.
“He’ll finish on the road. We have contacts for that.” The Argent patriarch
grunted. “Correspondence courses.”
He stepped back towards Chris and the hunter could not help himself. He drew
Peter into his arms and held him there gently, mindful of his wounds. The wolf
shook with fear and despair. “I love you,” Peter told him. “I love you.”
“Shh, I know you do. Me too.” Chris didn’t care who was there, he stroked
Peter’s hair and comforted him gently. “I have to go. It’s my Aunt, Peter.”

“I know...I know.” Peter picked at his shirt. “There’s no one else for me.
You’re it.”
Chris knew better than to try and talk him out of it. He tilted Peter’s chin up
and kissed him in front of everyone present. It was a sweet, gentle kiss and
Peter inhaled his scent and cried. It would be the last time he ever cried.
The hunter finally pulled away from him and kissed his forehead. “Be good,
Peter. Listen to your Alpha.  I’ll be back for you.”

 Victoria gave Peter a quick hug. “We’ll try and keep in touch via the school.”


 Peter hugged her back. “Whatever happens, please take care of him.”

 Victoria nodded softly, “You know I will.”

Talia came up behind Peter and took her brother into her arms as the hunters
got into their cars. She took Peter back to the house and he lay in bed, his
world shattered.
He never heard from Chris again that year.
He had one hurried letter from Victoria saying everyone was alive and well and
Chris missed him, but that was it. 
The postmark had been from France.

**TBC**
***** Chapter 14 *****
Chapter Notes
     It's a Petopher fic.:) Okay in this chapter there is sex but it is
     not explicitly written for a reason. I think it explains itself.
     At any rate....almost done!
To say it was difficult would be an understatement. He healed eventually but he
barely got through those first few months. When he was well enough he would
wait every day by the Hale post office box once he was healed. Weeks
past...months. He received letters from Victoria every now and then but they
were always very short. A postcard here and there, but not a word from Chris.
She didn’t say much about what they were doing only that they were still
looking for Mavis, they had to fly to France.

He understood that they couldn’t write much in mail, what if it got lost? What
if someone figured out what they were from it but it hurt so badly.  His
fifteenth birthday came and went.  Some days he would lie in the spot he first
met Chris and just stare up at the sky. For most of the summer he moped and
depression hit him hard. School was over and the only thing to occupy him was
training and research.
The only thing that kept him going was he clung to hope that Chris wasn’t a
liar and that Chris would come back to him in one piece.  He wasn’t a girl, he
hadn’t expected a phone call and a letter every day. Something would have been
nice though. In order to make sure that Talia wasn’t hiding anything from him
he’d started going to their po box. It was a ritual now that he did every day.
Full moons were the worst. Without his anchor he tried clawing out of his own
skin once. Talia had been spending a great deal of time with him helping  sort
him through it. With Chris not around there was only one thing he could latch
onto to ground him, and that was pain. As the months rolled by he worried a
great deal that something had happened to him. Over in France there was no way
Peter could go and look for him. He didn’t have a passport and Talia refused to
get him one.
The summer was long and painful, but he somehow got through it. He pulled
himself together by the end and latched onto a couple of ways to cope. He
fought through the depression and focused on his future. One of his uncles was
pleased at his progress as a tracker. He really was good at that. Another was
his strength. As he grew he became stronger and a little taller and he knew he
was getting even better looking. His face was flawless. As his strength and
competence grew so did his confidence.
He received praise from Talia whenever it was warranted. He began to absorb a
lot of information and soon figured out that information led to power. The more
he knew about the Hale family and the world the more they relied on him. He
should have had a fun summer like all the other fifteen year olds and been
ridiculously in love. Now it hurt to even think about Chris. So he locked all
that away. He’d been stupid and desperate and he’d never be like that again.
When his first semester of sophomore year began he was distinctly changed. His
yearbook photo from ninth grade seemed so off. He had more muscle now and a
long lean body. The Basketball team made him Captain this year. He was even
more popular with the girls this year and though he still carried the patch
he’d stole from Chris the day they met he was not above flirting back.
School bolstered his confidence even more. Days went by that he didn’t even
think about Chris. From 7:am to 5:30 he was blessedly distracted. He was always
questioned why he didn’t have a girlfriend or a boyfriend anymore. He never had
a lack of dancing partners or people willing to be on his arm. He was starting
to become well known as an adorable, devastatingly good looking asshole who
girls shouldn’t lose their hearts to.

“You should stop waiting,” John Stilinski told him one day when he was back
from College visiting Claudia. “You’re throwing your life away on a guy who
can’t be bothered to even send you a postcard. Peter, it’s been almost eight
months and you’re in a good place now. I can list at least twenty girls dying
to be the one that makes you look twice. Claudia says there’s even some boys
too.”
“I’m not dating another guy.” Peter shrugged, absently fingering the patch in
his jacket pocket.

“I didn’t say you had to, but this is unhealthy. You’re missing something you
had last year. You’re living but you’re not really living, know what I mean?”
John nudged him.

Peter scoffed, “I’m physically and mentally at the top, John and I don’t have a
shortage of dates.”

“You date like it’s going out of style.” John laughed. “But never the same girl
twice. Broken lots of hearts too.”

Peter rubbed the back of his necks, “I don’t set out to make them sad.”

“You just can’t forget him, can you?” John folded his arms.

They were at the school gym and practice had just finished. That’s where
Stilinski had come to find him.  

“I knew Chris pretty well when he was living here. He’s the kind of guy who
would sacrifice his own happiness if he thought it was for the best.” John
began gently. “If he hasn’t contacted you by now, he’s got some reason why not
and he wouldn’t want you to pine for him.”

“I am NOT pining.” Peter snapped as his fingers clutched the patch.

“All I’m saying, Peter. All I’m saying is that you should enjoy high school.
You’ve grown up quite a bit this year. Live life, don’t just life. Trust me.”
John laid a hand on Peter’s shoulder and then his pager went off. “Ah that’s my
cue. I’ve gotta split. Think about it.”
He wasn’t pining.
People who pined sat in their bedrooms and played ballads all day, wore black
and cried. He wasn’t going to be that guy. He headed to the shower and had to
resist the urge to punch at the wall. He clenched his fists so tight, blood
trickled out. They had been in love. It was real, Peter knew it was real. He
hadn’t let any of the girls get farther than kisses. Even those were lackluster
at best.
He waspining.
Peter slid down the tiles and and dropped his head in his arms. Cool water
splashed down on him and he let reality sink in. He was fucked for the rest of
his life. Chris was hismate. He’d been fooling himself the past few months
trying to nonchalantly shrug things off. Chris had effectively stolen his
ability to truly enjoy sexual pleasure with anyone else. That was why he didn’t
let the girls get any farther. They weren’t Chris.
They weren’t his mate.
Once he’d accepted what was happening to him, life got a bit easier.  Talia
breathed a sigh of relief when he came back that day looking slightly more like
himself. He’d crossed a milestone and she hugged him tightly. “He’ll be back,
have faith.”
*
Peter didn’t have any other choice but to wait. He had no idea where in the
world to look for Chris, and he couldn’t leave anyway. Fortunately as time
passed, everything got easier. He excelled at school, he excelled at being a
werewolf and he now had extensive knowledge of the supernatural and was
starting to learn latin among other languages.. He actually dated a girl for a
month before she wanted too much and he had to end it. He struggled to hold on
to his virginity. That belonged to Chris. If this was some sort of test, Peter
would pass it. He wondered if he would have excelled as much had Chris been
there to distract him.
His sixteenth birthday was coming up and something was wrong with the wolf
inside.
It had been passive for a long time, dutiful and he had no trouble keeping it
under control. Lately though it began to rear it’s ugly head. He almost hurt
someone twice during Basketball practice. He’d broken up with his latest
girlfriend and had no one to cuddle with and he found himself running a lot in
the preserve. The wolf wanted out. It was tired of being under control. It
wanted to rage and scream at the moon. The wolf wanted it’s mate and he would
tear through any barrier to get to him.

He had been patient. He had thrown himself into life. He hadn’t wallowed in
self pity. He was well on his way to being the best most dangerous werewolf in
the Hale family. Knowledge was Power and the more of that he had the more they
knew he’d be a force to contend with.
One night he woke up in a cold sweat. There was a hail of gunfire and a battle
at an ancient ruin...somewhere in Austria. A place he’d never been before.  He
had trouble  breathing that day and wondered if it was true that mates could
reach across the world to each other. Other fleeting images would hit him from
time to time for about two weeks. They were driving his wolf insane. Strange
places, cold ground. He had the strange sensation that something happening over
there was critical in some way to Chris. He knew without a doubt Chris was
thinking of him.
A few days before his birthday a postcard came from Victoria. It was from
Brazil where she and her family were. It told him briefly they had parted ways
with the Argents and Happy Birthday. For the first time she wrote something
about Chris.
Dear Peter
Have gone to Brazil to deal with a thing with fam. Argents heading back to
America.
Happy Birthday, I know this might arrive a little early.
Victoria

He read and re-read the post-card. It was dated a week ago. Would Chris be here
for his birthday? Did Chris remember when his birthday was? Obviously… Victoria
knew. He wondered if the wolf knew he was coming. If that was why he was so
difficult to control.
All the wolf cared about was Chris.Chris.Chris……
His mate.
But Peter himself? He was angry. Chris could have contacted him but chose not
to. He was determined to show himself as a perfectly in control young man. He
had grown up this year. He’d faced his pain and harnessed it into development.
He was strong and would be stronger than anyone in his pack as the years went
by.
So he put the postcard away and focused on his papers. He asked one of the
Martin girls to be his date for his birthday party. It was being held at a
club, all organized and paid for by the Hales.
He had no idea when Chris would be back.
The postcard had just said they were coming back to America, not California.
He knew he was being an asshole and his wolf had no desire to be anywhere near
what was her name, Natalie Martin, Sandy’s younger sister. She was a nice girl
and they often did projects together given that she was the smartest girl in
the class. She was also very pretty and one of Claudia's friends. He could
smell something was off about her blood. She smelled death. It was not like she
was dying, exactly. It was just something she was close to. And her mother
Lorraine, she made Peter's hackles rise. He did find out what it was since one
of his projects was to identify every supernatural in Beacon Hills. Lorraine
was a banshee. He wasn't sure that it had passed on to Natalie, however. He'd
have to keep an eye on that.

Natalie was somewhat reluctant but accepted his offer.
The night of his birthday was coming faster and faster. He had no sign that
Chris was anywhere near Beacon Hills. His wolf was anxious and expectant. He
was always on high alert. He would patrol the borders with his uncle until
finally one day he woke up in the middle of the night and shot straight up out
of bed.
It was a few days before his birthday and he could smell Chris.  It was
unmistakable. He inhaled and hugged his pillow. What a lovely, lovely scent.
His window was open and it was coming in on the breeze. A strong… very alive
scent. Chris was either in the preserve or nearby.  He started to get dressed
and then abruptly stopped.

He knew Chris was waiting for him. Chris would know he would smell him. Fear
gripped his heart, what if Chris was coming here to let him down, to tell him
he was done and was going back to being a hunter? He got back into his bed and
threw the blankets over his head. The scent filled his nostrils and the wolf
was clamouring to get to it’s mate.

Then anger. Why should he jump out of bed and instantly go there. He’ll be in
school tomorrow, Chris can find him there. He lay there, claws digging into the
mattress to keep him from bolting out the door. Then he heard Chris call his
name. It was faint and far away but he was shouting because he knew the wolves
would hear.

Peter turned on his side and stared at the wall. There was a gentle knock on
his door. Talia let herself in and sat down on the bed.
“Why are you still here?” Talia asked. “I can hear him calling for you.”

“He can call all he likes.” Peter grumbled.

“Are you still upset he didn’t contact you?” Talia reached over and softly
petted her brother’s hair. Knowing that was a thing that soothed him. “He swore
to be your mate and he’s here, he’s back. Shall I go get him for you?”

“No.” Peter snarled. “He knows where I’ll be tomorrow. He can find me there.”
It wasn’t lost on him that if Talia was willing to bring Chris to their house,
she trusted him.

“You’ll be surrounded by people.” Talia pointed out. “School is your power
base.”

Peter nodded.
“How is he going to be able to talk to you like that? What if he sees you
living your life tomorrow being King of the School without him and decides to
leave? You’re not doing yourself any favors, Peter.” Talia admonished him.
“You’re also making your wolf crazy enough he might hurt someone if you don’t
let him see his mate. I’m glad you were able to get through this year but if
there’s one thing I know. Christopher Argent is absolutely and completely in
love with you. He thinks you hung the moon and stars. Love like that is rare,
Peter.” Talia helped him sit up and brushed his knuckles slightly. “Listen to
what he has to say. I’m sure it hasn’t been easy for him hunting his own Aunt.”
Peter sighed and gave her a helpless look. “Doesn’t it make me weak if I go
right to him?”

“Not at all, my dearest. Human love is as great as any power, you know. If you
have it, don’t throw it away.” Talia hugged her brother. She was so proud of
all his accomplishments this year. She had worried so much about him but he’d
plowed his way through it and she knew he would be okay. “Wash your face and go
to him.”
Peter did. He ran all the way, following Chris’ scent. There was an old used
truck parked at the preserve entrance, navy blue. Chris had gotten back into
the driver’s seat and was sitting there, hands on the wheel. He had a beard,
that was the first thing Peter noticed. The second thing was the stench of
liquor. Chris had been drinking heavily and it felt like this wasn’t the first
day of it.

Peter materialized from the shadows and calmly walked over. “This is private
property, you know.” He noted mildly.
Chris lifted up his head and sucked in his breath in surprise. He exhaled,
looking Peter up and down and opened the truck door to step out. “You’re
taller,” he licked his lips and lifted his eyes to Peter’s.

They were miserable. Chris was hurting and even without scenting him Peter knew
that he was having a difficult time dealing with something. He used to have
such brightness to his eyes but now they were dull and tired.

Peter’s lips curled. He wanted badly to yell at Chris but angry words just died
in his throat. Chris was back and tired and Peter threw all of what he’d been
planning to the side and strode forward. “Fuck now, talk later. I have a quiz
in the morning.”  Peter grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him over.
For once, Chris didn’t argue.
He crushed his lips against Chris and forced his tongue inside. God, how he
missed this. The wolf was happily clamoring for him to get his scent on Chris,
to take away every other smell. His heart sang at the contact. He'd missed this
so much. It was all teeth and tongue and intensity. Hands...hands were
everywhere. He tugged on Chris' lower lip, kissed all over his face.... kissed
him again and couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips. He was here. he
was back!
Chris Chris Chris. …..
Most alarming of all though, Chris didn’t fight it. He let Peter do whatever he
wanted. He let the wolf scent him, bite him and strip his pants down. He was no
passive partner, however. And Peter’s dick was already ready. Oh god, how he
was ready, how much he wanted this. He would have Chris bent over the hood of
the truck. He would bury himself deep. He wasn’t concerned that his first time
wasn’t going to be romantic. Neither was Chris, apparently.

Chris’ responses to his kisses were enthusiastic and a little desperate. His
hands roamed Peter’s body, getting acquainted with the changes. He flicked his
thumbs over Peter’s nipples and delighted in the moans that produced. He gave
as good as he got. “Fuck me,” he nodded at Peter, clarifying his need.

There was no more concerns of how old he was. No thought as to how much this
wasn’t right. To Peter it was the only thing in the world that mattered. Chris
was his mate. It was right. It was perfect and Peter shook from the intensity
of his feelings.
One of the things Peter had researched over the past year and a bit was sex
between men. He knew how things worked now.

“Glove compartment,” Chris whispered in his ear, tickling his neck.

“Do NOT move,” Peter ordered him and propped Chris up against the truck.
Chris didn't look like he had any intention of moving.
Peter rummaged there and found what he was looking for. Lube. Brand new. Chris
had a small bag with it and a receipt dated today. Smart. He wandered back over
to the other side of the truck. “Overconfident much?”  He waved the receipt at
Chris with a low laugh.
Chris just smirked. His mouth was already bruised from Peter’s assault on his
lips and that was all Peter needed to resume his position. He turned Chris
around.  Lube in hand, Peter leaned down to nip Chris’ neck and lick his skin
while he proceeded to work him open and get him ready.. Chris bared his neck
easily, offering himself up to the wolf. It was easy, and Chris was responsive
 and eager when his fingers worked and eventually his dick replaced them.
Peter didn’t quite know all of what to do but he did fuck Chris. He tried his
best to concentrate but the wolf took over. It was an act of pure instinct. The
wolf wanted his seed in his mate. He wanted to purge Chris of all other smells.
It was all that mattered.
Chris trembled both with desire and exhaustion but he wasn’t unresponsive.  He
kissed Peter back, he reached his arm over his shoulder to clutch Peter’s head.
But it wasn’t for him, this act. It was entirely for the wolf. When it was
over, he more or less sagged against Peter. “I’m sorry,” he whispered as he
closed his eyes. “I love you.”
“You have a place to stay?”  Peter kissed his forehead.
“No, I came straight here.” Chris shuddered slightly.
“You can stay with us.” Peter offered. “Are Gerard and Kate with you?”

They both pulled their clothes back on. “No,” Chris looked pained when he
admitted that. “Talia would be okay with that?”
“She asked me if I wanted her to come get you the first time you called my
name.” Peter noted. “I have school in the morning but there are other humans at
the house. We’ll stash your weapons before we get there.” He gave a little
grin, elated beyond all imagining. His wolf just wanted to snuggle up against
Chris and sniff him and lick him all over.
Part of him knew that their encounter just now had been anything but good. They
had so many other things to talk about. He picked up Chris’ stuff and they
walked into the woods. Peter didn’t even bother blindfolding him.
Chris was Peter’s mate and that was the end of it.

The proof would be the smell on the man.

**TBC**
***** Chapter 15 *****
Chapter Notes
     And this is the end. *sobs*
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Talia took one look at Chris and stood aside for Peter to let him in. “I’ll
make him something to eat.” she told Peter and headed to the kitchen. The other
wolves and humans in the house were clearly suspicious. However, since the
Hunter was there without weapons and smelled of Peter they didn’t do anything.
Peter took Chris into his room on the second floor. Given his status as Talia’s
brother he had one of the bigger rooms. Chris didn’t say a word. The bed wasn’t
made and Peter gave him an apologetic look as he threw some clothes into a
hamper. He also had a small but private bathroom. He fluffed one of the pillows
and watched as Chris sat down on the bed and rested his arms on his thighs. If
he was in any pain from their recent encounter he didn’t show it.
Peter brushed at his hair and said, “Chris? Talk to me.” He sat down next to
his mate.
Chris looked up, “I had to kill her.” His tone was soft and troubled.
Peter reached out and stroked Chris’ hair gently. “Hey, Hey,” the younger boy
whispered softly. There were no tears for him to brush away just such a look of
self-loathing that it made his heart hurt. “You did what you had to do.”
“You don’t know, you weren’t there!” Chris argued. He turned away and clenched
his fists. “I didn’t think I should come back. I’m not, I’m not worthy of you.”
“Don’t say things like that!” Peter scowled. “I was mad at you, sure. Why
aren’t you worthy? Christopher you’re perfect.” He reached up and brushed his
thumb across Chris’ cheek. “You’ve been perfect since the day I met you. You
smelled like candy.”
“Peter-,” sighed Chris.
“It doesn’t matter what you did,” stressed Peter. “I will always love you. Talk
to me, please?”
“My Aunt is dead,” Chris lifted his eyes and sighed at Peter. “I killed her. My
father truly hates me now. He disowned me and told me I was dead to him. He
told me I could never see Kate again and I wasn’t worthy of the Argent name. I
knew-” Chris sounded shattered. “He told me that all I was good for was being a
wolf’s bitch.”
“He’ll cool down, he’ll-”
“No, it was final.” Chris shook his head. “I don’t have a family anymore.”
“You do!” Peter took his cheeks and lifted Chris’ head up. “You’re a Hale now.”
He kissed Chris gently and held him in his arms until Talia came upstairs with
food. He stroked his fingers through Chris’ hair and coaxed him to eat with
Talia’s help.
Once Chris was settled down and sleeping Talia called Peter downstairs. “He’s
in shock, it might be a while before you see the old Chris again. Remember how
you were the first few months that he was gone? You came out of that. He’s
strong. He will too.”
“It’s wrong, Talia. His father should be proud of him.” Peter understood what
she was saying but he was furious with Gerard Argent. He knew Chris loved his
little sister and this was tearing him apart. “Is there anything we can do?”
Talia put her arm around her brother and held him there. “Chris is Gerard’s
only son. He can’t blame Chris for his actions forever. Gerard should have
killed his sister years ago but he couldn’t. When Kate is older she’ll find her
brother and we’ll welcome her.”

“By then Gerard will have made her hate us and Chris!” Peter ran a hand through
his hair.
“Dearest,” Talia tightened her grip around his shoulders. “Chris made his
choice a long time ago when he agreed to be your mate. This was always going to
be his life. He knew that.”
“He didn’t get to graduate!” Peter sighed. “He was top in his class. He could
have gone anywhere! His family took that away from him!”
“But we can give it back,” Talia soothed him. “He can go back to school. He can
do night courses, finish his GEd and get into college in the fall. He has
access to his money now. Don’t you see, Peter?” She took both of her brother’s
shaking hands in hers. “Of course he’s in shock. His life was laid out in front
of him before and already planned from the day he was born. He’s free. He can
do what he wants now and that led him back here. To you . We’re his family now,
Peter.” Talia stressed softly.

“Promise?
“I just want you to be happy. You had such a hard time before he came along.”
Talia ruffled Peter’s hair. “You became stronger than I thought you ever would.
I’m so proudof you.”
Peter smiled at the Alpha. “He’ll want to do his part to protect the pack. Can
we let him have his weapons?”

“One thing at a time, Peter.” Talia laughed softly. “Now, go check on him and
get some sleep. You have a test in the morning. I love you, dear.”
“I love you too, Talia.” Peter beamed at his sister.
He headed back up the stairs and joined Chris on his bed, their bed. Chris was
pack now. He fitted himself behind Chris and shared his warmth with him. He
knew Chris had jolted awake as soon as Peter came in the room. The wolf wrapped
his arms around him and slung a leg over him just to make sure he couldn’t
away. “It’ll be okay, Christopher.” Peter gave his neck a kiss. “Everythings
going to be okay.”
Chris’ shoulders relaxed and he drifted back to sleep.
*
When Peter woke up for school Chris was still sleeping. He quickly got ready
and let the hunter sleep. He was down the stairs two at a time and out the door
before Talia could get a word in edgewise. It wasn’t until it was second period
that he realized he’d just left the hunter alone in a house full of nearly
complete strangers. Strangers who were also werewolves.
“Oh fuck!” Peter said allowed in class without realizing it, during a test.
This naturally earned him detention.
He couldn’t wait for school to end. Natalie Martin was still his date for the
prom and a lot of things had to be ironed out. But Chris was back! Chris was in
his bed. Chris was pack. He was so happy he could hardly stop grinning.
“You’re happy you have detention?” Greenburg moaned. Another family who had
always been in Beacon Hills.  “You’re creeping me out, Hale.”
“Peter? He’s right, you’re shining.” Natalie chuckled at him. “I know it wasn’t
something I did.”
“What happened, Peter?” Claudia leaned on the table. She was the oldest of them
and Natalie’s best friend.
“Okay, Okay.  Can you guys keep a secret?”  Peter’s eyes were bright with
excitement.
“Of course we can, we’re your best friends!” Mike Greenburg looked indignant.
“Chris is back!” Peter beamed.

The lunch table didn’t sound as enthusiastic as Peter was.
“I thought he was a hunter.”  Mike sounded confused. Over the past year and a
half Peter’s group of friends had gradually been let in. One by one. They
didn’t fully understand what werewolves could do, just that Peter was one.
Natalie frowned and touched his hand in concern. “Peter, he really hurt you.”

Claudia didn’t like the sound of it at all. “It took us forever to get you to
even start to have fun! I’d like to give that asshole a piece of my mind! I bet
if I called John he’d say the same thing.”
“Listen,” Peter looked at his friends seriously. “I understand you guys but
he’s been through so much, so...” His voice trailed off and he shrugged in a
whatever manner.
“So have you.” Natalie pointed out.
Of course his friends would be worried. They weren’t werewolves so they didn’t
quite understand. He fingered the patch in his jacket pocket. There was a
connection between him and Chris. He gave a stubborn little snort. “Maybe. He
came back.”
“Oh, Peter,” sighed Natalie.

His friends had been useful and helped out on occasion but none of them were
werewolves. “Okay, look.” Peter sighed. “I know you all don’t understand. I’m
young and you want to know why did I attach myself to someone nearly five years
older than me? I’m not human.” Peter said stubbornly. “We do things
differently. I first saw Chris I was thirteen. I knew instantly that he he was
the one. I didn’t meet him until a few months later. When we finally crossed
paths I smelled him before I saw him.” He thought back wistfully to that
moment. “The air changed. I had been feeling pretty awful about a fight I had
with my sister and then I smelled it. It was like … freshly baked cinnamon
rolls. I don’t know. Homemade candy just hardening on the shelf. It smelled
perfect, like all the the things I love in the world. I waited impatiently for
him to come out of the woods and I didn’t care that I smelled something that
should have made me run. Gun oil.”
Peter took a long breath and chuckled at the rapt expression on the girl’s
faces. “I didn’t know what to expect and then he was there. All nonchalant and
sure of himself. I knew he was older than me and I’d seen him before but that
was only the first time I actually met him. I’d been watching his basketball
games for a while, snuck to town. I knew I had to arrange something because
there was no way a seventeen year old would hang out with a thirteen year old.”
He chuckled, feeling somewhat like a villain in the middle of a monologue. “I
had actually been going there because I had learned he went into the woods
sometimes. I was hoping he’d find me and he finally did. I hadn’t got the
chance to smell him up close without the rest of the school around and all the
sweat of the basketball game. Believe me, it was worth it. I kissed him, stole
his wallet to find out where he lived and ran away.”

“You manipulated everything from the start?” Natalie stared at him wide eyed.

Peter shrugged. “When I see something I want, I go for it. What can I say? It
worked. He fell for me. He tried not to, but he did. My sister eventually spoke
with him and arranged a deal. I left out some details I should have told him
and tried to push it-” he had the grace to look slightly guilty, “but Chris did
come back. He chose to come back. I had thought he was gone for good.” He
rubbed the back of his neck. “But he came back.”
“Does he know that?” Greenburg asked, “What you did?”

“Huh? Yeah, wh-” Peter paused, sniffed the air and paled. “Er.” He turned
around and Chris was standing there. “I knew he was there all the time!” Peter
waved his hand with as much fake nonchalance as he could muster.
Chris stood there for a minute and shrugged. He deposited a paper bag on the
table. “You forgot your lunch. Talia said I could bring it.”  He still looked a
little tired but far less shell-shocked. “And she said I could talk to one of
the Councillors.”
Peter blinked several times as he processed this information. It had been
clearly said in front of of others. Chris stated twice Talia gave him
permission to do something. Peter could only gaze at him stupidly. Was he
dreaming?
Claudia helpfully snapped her fingers in front of his face. “He was just
telling us how great you are.” She glared at Chris. “You’d better not hurt him
again.”

“I’m not planning to.” Chris was subdued and definitely not himself but he did
force a smile. He just wasn’t trying to touch Peter because they were in school
and Chris was definitely not a kid anymore. “I’ll see you later at home,
Peter.” He put a hand on Peter’s shoulder and looked around at his friends.
“Thank you for looking out for him.”  

Home. Peter’s heart swelled. Chris had called the Hale House home. He beamed at
his boyfriend as the hunter wandered away.

“Okay, Dude. We believe you.” Greenburg barked a laugh.
*
Peter didn’t see Chris the rest of the day. He smelled him everywhere and it
drove the wolf crazy. Eventually he got out of detention and walked out of the
school. That’s when he saw Chris waiting for him on his motorcycle and Peter
smiled. He walked that way casually.

Chris handed him a helmet wordlessly and Peter got on the bike behind him. He
wrapped his arms around the hunter and sighed when he started it up and the
drove all the way to their spot.

“Not home?” Peter asked.

“We’ll go home later, I didn’t want every wolf in the house to hear me.” Chris
parked the bike and got off. He held his hand out to Peter and they walked for
awhile, hand in hand.
“I chose you,” Chris nodded. “I had a long talk with Talia this morning. I
chose you. I could have ignored you, but I didn’t. I chose you. You did not
make the choice for me. I want to make that perfectly clear. Do you
understand?”

Peter looked down at the ground. “I understand.” he said softly.

“My family? They made their choice. They disowned me for another reason. I
killed my Aunt. Gerard was always just looking for an excuse to get rid of me
so he could mold my sister in his image.” Chris explained. “So that was the
last straw. They will be a problem later.” He stroked Peter’s fingers. “But
we’ll be ready for them. I’m sorry for not contacting you. It was hard and I
thought i might not be coming back. I was wrong. I was stupid. I don’t deserve
you.”
“You are the best thing that ever happened to me,” continued the hunter. “Since
my mother died I tried everything to be what my father wanted. Nothing worked.
I was slowly becoming a programmed soldier, something my mother would have
hated. I hung on for my sister, but she’s lost to me now. I...I have you. I
can’t lose you, Peter. It would ruin me. I love you.” Chris brought Peter’s
hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles.

“Christopher!” Peter tackled Chris to the ground and pounced on top of him. “I
was always waiting for you. I knew you’d be back. I mean… look at me, I’m
irresistible.”
“Brat.”
Peter laughed and kissed him. As far as he was concerned everything would work
itself out. He had what he wanted.

Chris knew differently. The Argents and the Hales weren’t done with each other
yet.  He was a traitor, an ex hunter. He was sure they would come for him one
day.  He did know one thing. He would protect the Hale Family with his life if
he had to.
“I love you too,” Peter told him and smiled happily.
That beautiful smile? Chris threaded his fingers through Peter’s hair. It was
all worth it. Whatever else happened, they could deal with it together.
*
In Brazil Victoria listened to traffic on the CV. She knew that the Argents
were back in America but Gerard was laying low. Her mother Alicia also seemed
to be on the phone with him a lot. They had decided to let things be for a
couple of years. She didn’t like the sound of that but she would keep a vigil
and watch any other traffic that might mean trouble for Chris.
*
In the Joshua Tree National Park, Corinne, the young Coyote who had taken a
lock of Peter’s hair and extracted a blood promise from him twirled it around
in her fingers. She’d find him one day and he would make good on that promise.
*
In New Mexico Kate Argent looked up at her father and he smiled at her
approvingly. It didn’t matter what age the child of the Wendigo was. It didn’t
matter it was human. It had to die. “Good job, Kate.” Gerard told her.

He forbade her to talk about her brother. Sometimes at night she cried. She
wasn’t sure who she hated more for taking her brother away. All Werewolves or
just the Hales.
*
Chris tossed and turned sometimes at night. He still had terrible dreams about
the last time he saw his sister Kate Argent. Her eyes...how dull and pale they
had been when once they had burned so bright with life and laughter. It was the
hardest thing he'd ever done, leaving his sister behind. If he had taken her
his father would have come with a hunter army to Beacon Hills and destroyed the
Hales.
Her eyes would haunt him for a very, very long time.
**FIN*
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