Steve whimpered softly, moaning as Peter sucked at him, touched and teased him. Everything his husband did brought him a little bit more out of the memories of the mission and more into being focused on finally being home once more. “Trust you more than anyone,” he whispered, titling his head to one side as Peter’s mouth found his neck and the other’s hand wrapped around and stroked them both.
Peter moved slowly, taking his time as he did so, stroking his hand just a little faster as he kissed up Steve’s neck and leaned to kiss his husband deeply. “You can always trust me, Steve. I will never, ever, hurt you.” he swore softly. He kissed a trail down Steve’s body, reaching to grab their lube and coat his fingers. While he kissed along Steve’s chest, biting little bruises into the skin that would fade in time, his fingers moved to tease at Steve’s entrance, easing one finger into the blonde. “Gonna take good care of you, baby. My love, my mate, my husband.” he whispered. “Focus on me and come home.”
Stiles was quiet for several moments, thinking of what Derek had said. “You’re probably right,” he said quietly. “That night in the woods…” He looked over at Peter. “The night you bit Scott…. I think I already knew you were there, honestly. I remember feeling… something. That night I dreamed of the fire at the manor.” He looked back down at his food. “Of course, looking back, I don’t think I knew it was that particular fire. I just… remember dreaming about it. And when Scott started going through everything, I just had this… knowledge about it all that just came from seemingly nowhere.” He pushed the food around on his plate for a bit before taking a few small bites.
“Deaton said it was just my own internal magic and knowledge coming out because it finally had a reason to manifest. I just didn’t know how to use it until later on…”
Peter looked away at the mention of his first time as an alpha, still uncomfortable to talk about it to this day. “You were only like ten when the fire happened, Stiles. The fact that you put together it was the fire years later is astounding.” he replied, reaching to run his fingers through Stiles’ hair. “Regardless, this situation has been rough on all of us, and it’s our job to make sure you’re alright.” he replied, frowning a little when their little druids usually fierce appetite seemed smaller. “Try to eat, Stiles. We’re going to take care of you and you don’t have see Scott for the rest of the weekend. We’ll handle the issue about school later.” he promised.
Derek leaned to kiss Stiles’ head. “Eat and we’ll get you a shower and then you can sleep, I promise.”
Tristan was more than happy to tilt his head back, allowing Peter better access to the sensitive skin of his neck, teeth digging into his lower lip as he held back a moan. “Fuck, yes. I want to be only yours.” His body shivered, arching up towards Peter, encouraging him silently. His hands began to unfasten the buttons on the man’s shirt, craving skin-to-skin contact with him. “I’ll do anything it takes, I promise.” His voice was low and husky, barely more than a growl. His hips bucked against Peter’s hand. “I want everyone to know I’m yours. I want you to ruin me. I want you to own me.” For a moment, he sat up – just long enough to wriggle out of the ridiculously tight jeans he’d worn that night, with nothing underneath, of course – before returning to his position underneath Peter, one arm around his neck. “I want you to make sure I never want anyone else again. Please.” The marks he had intended to leave on the older man were coming along nicely, false nails leaving impressive grooves in the skin that he was sure he could make bleed after a few more attempts.
Peter gave an approving hum as Tristan bared his neck more, biting a little harder, but not enough to draw blood as he let his shirt unbutton. Once it was unfastened, he pulled away long enough to pull the shirt off and toss it to the side. The words made a possessive growl pass his lips, leaning to kiss Tristan hard. “Only mine?” he replied. “I only want you, too, Tris, and choosing me can be risky. Are you sure you’re ready for that level of commitment?” he asked huskily, wanting complete honesty and loyalty between them. He laughed softly, the tone husky and quiet, hands roaming Tristan’s now nude body. “Fuck, you look so much better than I thought you would.” He leaned to trail kisses down from the other’s neck, away from the dark bruise so suckle at Tristan’s chest, nipping at the other’s body as he moved. “Gonna mark you all up, nice and pretty for me.” He gave a pleased growl as Tristan’s nails dug into his skin, eyes flaring red. “Feels good, do that again.” he urged with a mix between a growl and a purr, one hand moving to brush his fingers along Tristan’s length. “You’ll feel me for days when I’m done taking care of you.”
Emma let out a soft chuckle. “I can’t imagine having more than one at a time. Thanks,” she said, taking the water bottle. “I don’t know how it happened, either. But it’s my job to find people, so… I thought I’d see how some of the people were doing.”
Peter chuckled. “Well, long story short, I wasn’t myself for a while and turned a teen, and his friends have since kind of joined the ranks in one form or another.” he explained. “But all of them know better than to leave my manor is such a mess.” He shook his head as he moved to sit down. “Oh that’s right. You were a PI or Bondsperson, right?” It had been a while since he’d seen the blonde, and some memories from the odd version of New York he’d been living in were hazy. “I’m glad you seem to be well. Did you find your husband?”
Steve looked up and nodded slowly. “It’s getting easier to eat again,” he said quietly. “Not everything tastes like ash anymore.” HE dropped his gaze to his hand. “I… I don’t know how much Peter has told you but… when Thanos did… what he did… we lost… a lot. Bucky, T’Challa, Wanda, Vision, Sam… found out from That the list also included Peter and someone he’d only recently met that was fighting for us named Stephen Strange. Some kind of… sorcerer or something. I don’t know. We still have yet to hear from Clint or Scott. Fury’s gone, too.” He began to shake a bit as he spoke and he swallowed hard.
“We don’t know how to fix what Thanos did; or if we even can. Bruce and Tony are working to find Scott Lang and Hank Pym to see if there’s something they can do through… whatever it is they do. I don’t know. I still don’t understand it all. Meanwhile, the rest of us… what’s left of us… have gone home to try and… recover… get ready for the next fight when it comes.”
Peter leaned over to press a kiss to Steve’s head, closing his eyes as he listened.
Derek moved to sit at the chair situated by the desk. “He told us enough to appease everyone else.” he began, listening and watching his alpha as Steve spoke. This wasn’t easy on Steve or Peter, and the wolf tried to remember that as he nodded a little.
“I heard from Clint. He and the kids are safe.” Stiles said softly. “I’m just trying to figure out why everywhere else was hit so hard…and then we only lost Theo.”
“We lost people who meant more to us than that chimera bastard.” Peter growled low, pain in his words.
“I know that, Peter, don’t growl at me.” Stiles huffed. “I mean in the moment, as it happened, the only one we lost that was here was Theo.” He looked down, thinking. “Maybe I can find something in the records.”
Steve was completely at Peter’s mercy and he loved every minute of it. No one else had as much trust frmo him as his husband. Granted, it had taken time to get to this point in their relationship, but never once did Steve ever think things wouldn’t work between them. Peter was everything to him… lover, friend, protector, equal… he loved the other man more than life itself.
And Peter knew exactly how to touch and tease him, making him moan and writhe beneath him there on the bed…
Peter took his time, bobbing his head slowly on the hard shaft, eyes watching Steve as he did so. He loved being able to wreck Steve, to clear the darkness from his husband’s mind and catch him as he fell into pieces at the sheer force of the protection of their bond. He finally pulled off with a quiet pop, kissing his way back up Steve’s body to capture his lips in a heated kiss. “I love when you let go for me. Let me put you back together after a bad mission.” he whispered. “That you trust me to make the world fall away until it’s only us.” His lips trailed to Steve’s neck, kissing over the bite mark on his husband’s shoulder. He moved carefully, one hand holding him up while the other reached to grasp their cocks as best he could, slowly stroking them together.
Hands roamed desperately over Peter’s body, one moving down to rub him lightly through his jeans. “Make me yours, please,” moaned loudly against his lips as his other hand dropped down to quickly unbutton his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders with ease. His body was craving Peter, it had been for months, and he was extra sensitive to his touch.
The pure arousal, the eagerness of Tristan’s movements, drove Peter mad with passion. He wanted this one, and it had been so long – too long – since he’d felt that way about anyone. Which made his attachment to Tristan that much deadlier. Calloused hands went directly to Tristan’s sides, nails raking just enough to leave faint marks along the skin. He moaned, sagging just slightly against Tristan. “Fuck, those look good.” he half growled, leaning in to bite and suck a dark bruise into Tristan’s neck. “You want to be mine? There’s some rules with that, if you’re serious.” he murmured, shimmying so that he could suckle a bruise over the younger man’s collarbone. “Gonna leave you covered in marks. No one will doubt that you’re mine.” he breathed, the growl never fully leaving his voice as his eyes shimmered between blue and red, wolf and human craving Tristan in an aching way. She moved gracefully onto the floor, hands running up Tristan’s thighs to rub over his cock. “I am going to take so much pleasure in making sure you’re wrecked for anyone but me.” he said, hands moving to unzip Tristan’s pants and tug at them, wanting them off.
It took Steve a couple more days before he started actually talking to Peter more about everything that had happened. He was surprised the pack hadn’t lost more than it had, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be upset at Theo’s loss. He’d caused them more trouble than he was worth, honestly, especially for Stiles. Still, Steve found it hardest to talk about Bucky and Sam more than anyone else they’d lost.
Eventually, after he’d been back in the manor almost four days, he decided the should try seeing at least some of the pack and told Peter he’d start with Derek and Stiles first…
Peter stayed at Steve’s side, tending to anything his mate needed. Curling around Steve when the nightmares came, singing softly to lull him back to sleep, helping him eat when he hadn’t touched a thing all day. As Steve slowly opened up, Peter was a pair of warm, safe arms, understanding and heartbroken as they sat or lay in bed, only wanting Steve to know he was there, and he was never leaving without a fight. When Steve decided he wanted to start with Stiles and Derek, he went down to get them, and he promised Malia that she’d see her stepfather soon. “I know it hurts to worry, my little wolf.”
Malia smiled sadly. “Just tell him I love him.” she replied, squeezing Derek’s hand as her cousin followed her father up the stairs with Stiles not far behind.
Derek moved to let Stiles in between he and Peter, watching as Peter moved to once more sit next to Steve. “Peter says you’re eating again.” he said hopefully, trying not to hit the very sensitive topic.
Stiles gave the older wolf a sheepish look and nodded slowly. “I just didn’t feel like doing anything, honestly. I probably haven’t really left the bedroom or or our bed there since I got here, except for the occasional use of the bathroom or something.” Derek set the plate down in front of him and he sighed, inhaling the scent of the food and feeling his mouth water as he did so. “This is going to be perfect,” he said as he picked up his knife and fork and started cutting in to the food that was there. He watched Derek hand Peter a plate then come back with his own and finally, they were all sitting there together once more. This was what he missed while away… the comfort of having his lovers, his mates, close to him, helping him feel safe and secure.
Peter gave a little nod, reaching to comb his fingers through dark hair. “We understand, Stiles. You’re more attuned to the supernatural than you think.” he explained. “We aren’t the first to see it, though.”
“Not the first but apparently the only ones who care.” Derek said pointedly, making sure his mates were eating before taking a bite of his own food. “I think you were attuned to it before Scott ever turned.”
Peter looked up as he ate, swallowing a bite as he hummed wistfully. “Well, that would make all the difference.” he mused quietly, clearly thinking out loud.
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