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It always started with the same dream, first there was the darkness slowly covering the sky in clouds hiding the sun for all living creatures, then the creature of nightmares started crawling out of the shadows praying on the creatures of the sun and then he remembered the smell of blood and death rising from the open graves. Stiles woke up with a gasp trying to get as much pure air as he could in his lungs, drowning the stench of death from his memory with the smell of trees and rain. The teenager froze as his nose picked up the familiar smell of blood and death. With a groan he lifted the side of his sleeping bag, but his view spun around by strong arms lifting him up and his body was crushed against a strong chest. Stiles made himself comfortable letting himself be carried away deeper into the woods waiting to be allowed to see. When finally the strong arms gently placed him down on the floor, he waited a little more and strong hands pulled the sleeping bag down so the teenager was faced with startling hazel blue eyes, high cheekbones and an overall strong face that should be on a Michael Angelo statue. The rest of the older creature’s body was made in the same tone and fit muscle that should not be allowed on such a creepy personality.
"Did you have to kill them?" Peter huffed, a little laughter at his tone and slid behind the younger man, circling his small waist with hands that could easily rip a vampire’s head from its body like it was a powerless bug. One of his companion’s hands started carding through his hair coaxing him into a calm state and maybe a little more sleep, but he couldn't in good conscience let it go that easily. "Seriously Peter, did you have to?"
"Did I have to kill the cannibal rapist couple, that thought you would be a good sex-slaves slash diner? Yeah it really was, plus it was fun! I got to paint the forest red." Nine years ago Stiles would have shuddered, cried or even tried and get himself as far away from this creature as he could, but now he simply rolled his eyes and slumped against the body behind him feeling safe. Peter tighten his grip on his body, growling happily as Stiles slowly slipped into sleep already forgetting the faces of the couple who had picked him up earlier in the morning.
* * *
Stiles was only eight when the first sign of the ends of the world came to be. It started with the sun disappearing behind dark clouds of birds fleeing away while the rest of the animals, including the pets, ran away leaving the clueless humans behind. Then the clouds covered the sky, the only light that sometime breached the darkness was from lightning piercing the rainless sky every now and then. At that time, Stiles was living with his Sheriff dad, still a little lost after the loss of his mother and too young to understand everything that was happening around him. He only had his best friend to lean on for comfort, when his father spent more and more time at the station.
Stiles was nine when they announced the appearance of other living creatures other than humans, creatures that thought that humans were to be hunted and eaten. First there was were the vampires, then the werewolves and then came the demons, but the worse were the things that the radio couldn't name, the things that were worse than anything else and hunted in the shadows always there, but never seen. There was panic and fear as humans huddled in their house afraids to step outside. The sheriff stopped coming home all together, working around the clock to answer all the calls of the terrified people of Beacon Hill, as his son was left with the McCall's, the only place the Sheriff thought his son would be safe. Scott was always there by his side, while the two boys looked through the window trying to see the creature everyone keep talking about on the radio, thinking every shadow was a vampire or a demon looking at them. But the city stayed quiet as reports of violence and bloodshed flooded the air, slowly every big city stopped broadcasting, any news or hopes falling into absolute silence.
Stiles was ten when he saw his first creature, one of the dark humans. It was the middle of the night, Scott and Stiles were sleeping curled up against each other when miss McCall came crashing into the room yelling for the boys to wake up. She grabbed them both and as they came tumbling down the stairs Scott’s mother waving a baseball bat around as they made their way to the back door, Stiles looked back to see three figures going through the food supplies in the kitchen. His hand slipped out of miss McCall’s grasp as he looked on trying to see what kind of creatures they were and in her panic Scott’s mother ran, leaving him behind. The creatures turned on him their arms full of food as they approached the light of the moon through the clouds showed the young child the face of his future nightmare, three human men.
The next months were split between beatings and threats of slavery, as the men dragged him across the woods and deserted cities his hands tied in front of him, he was joined by other kids as the hunters picked up more abandon children. Days passed and the hunters only gave the children enough food and water to keep them on their feet, but not enough for them to even think of escaping. One day, they finally came out of the woods to find a hunter’s camp filled with the same kind of trash human beings as the one that had been dragging the children through the woods. They were all placed into cages and soon all kinds of creepy and leering people were circling the cages poking at the kids with their greasy hands. Stiles curled himself with other children at the far end of their cage, away from the searching hands and frightening leers. As the sun went down many children were bought by some of the hunters while the rest of them were brought to an arena where they were given different weapons, Stiles receive a baseball bat that made his eyes fill with tears. They were then pushed in the middle of the arena and told that they would have to fight for the right to live, after that all Stiles remembered was that the kid next to him had lifted his shovel and hit him so hard his worlds had become black and lifeless.
When he opened his eyes again, after what must have been hours, he found himself trapped under the dead bodies of the other children that had been in the arena with him, incapable of moving or escaping this gruesome awakening Stiles wanted to yell, to get someone to help him, but the simple idea of being forced back inside the arena made his throat close on itself. He was ready to die here, to let his life slip from his under-nourished body and finally find some peace. He could feel his strength leave him when he heard the sound of claws approaching him as they touched the rough earth under them, he looked up into black eyes and couldn't find the strength to feel scared. In front of him was the biggest wolf Stiles had ever seen, all black fur, black eyes, long white fangs that glinted in the glow of the moon, claws that were the same bone white and a strong scent of sulphur clinging in the air as smoke came out of the earth every time his paws touched down. The beast looked at him whisky eyes lost in pitch black, the wolf sat in front of the pit of bodies and opened his mouth. A voice sounding like a thousand voices wrapped into one came out of the beast.
"Do you want to live little one?" Stiles look at the beast, not feeling anything, but his father, Miss McCall and even Scott came back to his mind, they were alive, he had to believe they were alive and he wanted to live until he could see them again. His mother had fought until the very end to stay alive, to stay with him and here he was ready to throw it all away. He wanted to live.
"Yes."
"Offer me your soul, offer me your life and I'll serve you till the day you die. You'll be mine and I'll be yours. Your shield and your servant. Do you agree to those terms little one?"
"Yes, please yes!" The beast became smoke that crawled down the pit and enveloped Stiles, making the bodies around him disappeared. He felt a hand over his left eye and felt like his head was burning, like his eye was ripped away from him and placed back scolding hot. He wanted to cry, to fight, but everything else inside of him felt safe, protected and when strong arms lifted him from all the dead bodies, he simply laced his arms around the strong shoulder and hid his face in the thick neck leaving the nightmare behind.
"It’s alright little master, everything is alright now I'll take care of you." Remembering the greasy hands, the cruel leers and the hunters that he knew would hunt his nightmares forever, Stiles mumbled into the neck of his saviour the only thing he could ask for in his state.
"Never let anyone touch me."
"As you wish little master." His saviour tightened his arms around his frail body, his voice rumbling against Stiles neck and as the kid took one last look behind him he saw the hunters camp going up in flames, the fire like a beacon in the night for all the creature of the shadows to hunt the scum of the earth.
* * *
Now years later Stiles was nineteen, Peter had explained to him in very much details what the contract he had sealed that night entailed. His demon couldn't kill him or personally plot to kill him or he would lose the right he had on Stiles’ soul. If Stiles gave him a clear order the demon had to do whatever Stiles said and couldn't go against any order without going through so much pain it would likely kill him. As the rest of human society were cowards and fear the creature of the dark, Stiles had to wear an eye patch over his left eyes, where Peter had mark him with his brand, a trikelston surrounded with different symbol that shone every time Stiles gave Peter an order. If any human ever found out Stiles was contracted to a demon, they would kill him from fear of the power he held and the simple fact that he was damned to hell. People had resorted to religion to make themself feel safer, but that implied that they had turned their back on magic, the very thing that could protect them. Some settlements had been cleverer collecting magic users and demon-bound humans, but that life was more like slavery to the most powerful and Stiles didn't want to have to fight another demon-bound human to get a relatively normal life. Peter was his normal and he didn't want to change their dynamic, it worked for them and that was all the teenager cared about.
Peter, as Stiles had found over the years, was not a normal demon, he loved his human form way more than his wolf form, he didn't like having Stiles ordering him around either, so they had soon found a dynamic that worked for them. Peter would do whatever he wanted, as long as Stiles stayed safe, well-fed and warm, and Stiles just liked having someone he could argue with instead of a mindless servant. The teenager had met on his travel two other demon-bound humans and had been surprised to see there demon always staying in animal form, silent and waiting for their masters order before making any moves. In both cases Peter had grinned like a loon at the human completely ignoring the demons as he placed a possessive arm around Stiles waist. He hadn't said a word, but the threat had always been there floating in the air, move and you die.
Then there was their weird couple dynamic. As soon as Stiles had been old enough to start to be interested into sex, Peter had started to place his arms more possessively on him at every occasion. The young man had been confused by itat first, until Peter had simply started to take what he wanted, Stiles not really finding a reason not to give.
As he slowly woke up, he could see half of a rabbit cooking over a dying fire, a bowl of blueberries and a bottle of orange juice waiting for him. He smiled, got out of his sleeping bag and rolled it placing it in his shoulder bag with his other possessions and his baseball bat. It was the very same baseball bat they had given him that fateful day in the arena. Sitting in front of the fire, Stiles started to eat his breakfast looking around to see if his companion was still around. Peter had a tendency to just wander off, he could disappear for days, but if anything crossed the younger man’s path he would appear out of nowhere ready to kill...or if he was horny or God forbid worried.
As Stiles was starting to eat the bowl of blueberries when Peter slipped behind him circling his waist with his strong arm and pulled his slender body against him. Stiles reached back placing a berry inside his demon’s mouth letting him suck his finger before reaching for another one. Peter let him do so for five more berries, before he took the bowl away and flipped Stiles in his lap so they were facing each other.
"Any nightmares?" The demon asked, rubbing his face into the younger man’s neck, Stiles now knew it was to mark him as with his scent.
"Just dreams of you creepy man." Peter hummed happily reaching for some berries, he placed two in his mouth and plastered his mouth to Stiles's who opened his mouth for his lover sighing happily. The demon pushed the round berry in his mouth making them roll around and playing with them inside the teenager’s mouth before crushing them between their tongues letting the juice explode in the smaller man’s mouth. Peter leaned back a little allowing Stiles to swallowed and the young man waited while his demon took control and brought more berries placing them in his mouth with a smirk.
An hour later the bowl was completely empty and Stiles was so hard he thought he might explode, but Peter was always in control of those encounters and as long as he wasn't allowed to, the teenager wouldn't touch himself or come. Peter pulled him closer rubbing their hard-ons against each other and started marking his long neck with soft bites and sucking. He rubbed a little harder and Stiles found himself so close he couldn't stop his pleading whimpering against his demon’s neck. "Peter...humgn....Peter please....ah!"
"Come for me little master." Finally allowed to, Stiles felt his climax wash over him and slumped against the hard chest under him feeling Peter’s own release through his shiver. Peter pulled him up and Stiles realised he was already clean and wearing fresh clothes. Smiling at the tight jeans, red t-shirt and leather jacket, he leaned up giving a soft kiss to the older creature’s lips.
"Always a perk to dating a demon, never have to worry about coming in my pants you can just magic up new clothes, I love it." Crushing Stiles against his chest, Peter devoured his mouth with so much possessiveness Stiles’ head started to spin, before finally letting him go.
"You’re mine little master, never forget that." The demon growled against his parted lips.
"Just like you’re mine you creepy man." With one final squeeze on his backside, Peter nuzzled his neck and made his way into the wood letting Stiles decide where he wanted to go and probably going the hunt his dinner. "Try not to terrorize the whole forest darling, you know how much I love to sing with the birdies!"
He heard Peter huff a laugh before he lost sight of him and put out the fire taking his shoulder pack. Stiles turned on himself four times eyes closed and once he steadied himself started walking in that direction. He had long ago stopped trying to follow a particular route, he either found a settlement where he could maybe get a hot shower and food for a few days before he had to move on or he would come across creatures of the night that Peter would kill. It was his routine and he quite liked it, there was always the chance that one day he would find a settlement where his father would be or even the McCalls, but as the years passed this particular hope had faded to the back of his mind.
Stiles was walking through the woods, whistling happily, listening to the joyful song of nature around him, his pale skin being to slightly tan by a rare sunny day. It had taken almost five years, but the sun had pierced the dark clouds and someday like this day were full of the natural light of the sun. Which mean the youngest and more rabid vampires would be hidden, that the unbounded demons would be back in the shadows and that most of the unknown creatures of the night would wait till nightfall to hunt. Stiles wasn't really paying attention to where he was going and was surprised when he came into a clearing to see two young men tied up back to back, being loomed over by a blond vampire with his fangs out and his face all scrunched up looking very much like a Buffy vampire. Just behind the blond vampire was a young looking man, wearing a suit, his hair black and his expression pure boredom.
"Hey Sebastien!" The dark haired suit-wearing man gave him a little nod, his bored expression never leaving his face. The vampire turned all his attention on Stiles hissing a little and stalking toward him. The younger man lifted his hand in the air and when the vampire was close enough he did the same and they both high fived the air, careful not to touch each other. "What's up JC?"
The blond vampire’s face turned back to normal, showing of his high cheekbones, startling blue eyes and soft features. He passed his hands through his long hair and tied them in a messy ponytail that look like a stylist had spent five hours making and adjusted his tight shirt.
"Good morning to you demon tamer, where's that grouchy creature of yours?"
"Don't know he went for his morning walk all on his own, he's so well trained." The blond vampire snickered gracefully, he didn't really like Peter, but then again beside Stiles, few people like his demon.
"Yes, your attack dog is so well trained, he almost never bites the mailman."
"Yeah, yeah I got the monopoly on the dog jokes sucky face. So what's that? Your breakfast?" Stiles gestured to the two young men tied up, the one facing him had blond curls and looked like a kick puppy with his big eyes shining with tears. He couldn't see the face of the other one, but he could see his brown hair and strong arms, he seemed to be very busy glaring at Sebastien.
"I wish! I found those two sleeping and as I was about to take my first bite when I smelled that wet dog smell. So I tied them down with wolfbane rope and was wondering what to do with them when you appeared."
"You look like you were about to eat them man, all fangs out and stuff."
"Oh the brown one insulted Sebastien...so." Stiles flinched a little at that, when he had first meet JC, he wasn't traveling with Sebastien, but once those two had found each other...well let’s just say Stiles had seen the vampire rip a werewolf to shreds for daring to sniff his precious whatever Sebastien was. The human knew Sebastien wasn't a mortal, or a vampire or even a werewolf and Peter had confirmed he wasn't a demon, so the mystery was still surrounding the vampire’s strange companion.
"Yeah I don't really want to see that, Peter basically filled my quota of creepiness for the month yesterday night."
"Oh Stiles sweetie I'm so sorry the creepy demon scared you." At the mention of his name, the brown hair one stiffened and started wriggling around until he was facing him. At first both of them just stared at each other, until the crooked chin rang something in Stiles’ memory and he was pointing at the man with a gaping mouth.
"Scott!"
"Stiles!"
"The hell man? You’re a werewolf? What happened to you? What is even...?" Stiles stop talking when he saw a strange glint in JC’s eyes and a calculating smile appeared on his face.
"So you know this one." Damn, Stiles really loved the vampire and even considered him his friend, but JC was an old soul and he would take advantage of any opportunity. With a sigh Stiles looked at his old best friend and his companion and turned giving his full attention to the vampire.
"What do you want?"
"Oh Stiles I'm hurt that you would think I would use a person that you hold dear against you...But he did insult Sebastien and I am hungry and...."
"Cut to the chase JC, I know you and I really don't feel like going through the whole dance. What do you want?"
"Well your blood would do, ten sips."
"Two."
"Six."
"Four."
"Deal! Neck!"
"Wrist or you'll lose your head and be clean about it, I really don't need a new scar." JC clapped his hands happily, he had told the younger man many times that there was nothing more delicious and nourishing then demon-bound human blood. Werewolf blood on the other hand was like poison and taste like ashes. Waiting patiently for Stiles to give him his wrist knowing full well that the human had to make the first move or else Peter would kill him, the vampire took the offered wrist into his white hands like he was holding a porcelain sculpture. Stiles felt a tingle in his left eye, Peter asking if he needed him, but the young man sent back calm and a thought of JC, receiving an eye roll in return.
Carefully the vampire placed his mouth on his wrist and pierced his skin with his fangs, careful not to hurt the human. He pulled hungrily four times swallowing with an happy moan and leaned back licking the wrist before letting it go with a sigh. Stiles looked at it feeling a little light headed, but already the puncture was healing.
"Always a pleasure doing business with you Stiles."Already the vampire looked less pale, a healthy pink flush to his cheeks, he gave Stiles a little curtsy kissing his hand and walked to Sebastien, hissing at the two werewolves on his way. Sebastien gave him a little nod and one of his rare smiles as the vampire skipped into the woods, before he turned back to Stiles with a mischievous smile on his face.
"Careful now boy, their Alpha will be looking for them! I can wait till we meet again!"
"Damn you JC!" Dropping his bag, Stiles reached for the small knife that was always strapped to his ankles and ran to the bound werewolves not wanting for them to be tied down if their Alpha did show up. The moment they were untied Scott’s arms went around Stiles crushing him against his chest, the human could feel tears trickling down his neck. Before he could warn Scott not to touch him or pulled himself away, the werewolf was thrown back against a tree with a powerful growl and the curly blond one curled up on the ground shivering.
Peter was standing behind him all claw and fangs, the smell of sulphur even stronger in his rage. Scott picked himself up staring in disbelief at the creature behind is former best friend, not sure if he could move. The demon took one step toward him, but Stiles placed one firm hand on his arm stopping his movement.
"Don't, Peter don't, he didn't know and wasn't going to hurt me."
"Now he's gonna know!"
"Peter it’s an order." He felt his left eye flare a little behind the eye patch and Peter stopped moving looking at Stiles like he was considering disobeying, but he finally settled down going back to his normal human look plastering himself against Stiles’ back.
"You’re demon bound? How?" Stiles look into Scott eye and saw disgust that hurt him more than a punch to the gut. Feeling his distress Peter growl and tightened his grip on Stiles one hand over his heart the other on his neck.
"Says the werewolf."
"I didn't have a choice! You did!"
"Oh yes because I choose to decide that living was better than....Never mind you know what never mind, I'm happy you’re alive man, really I am. If that's all you have to tell me, if all you want right now is to judge my choice of survival, then this is the moment where we say farewell." Stiles was already turning around in Peter’s grip knowing full well his demon was getting really pissed off and that if they didn't leave right now Peter would find a way to kill them, he was very creative in going around orders.
"No! Wait Stiles, please I'm sorry...I was just shocked that's all, I'm sorry Ok? Please, I thought you were dead." Scott look like he was about to cry, looking completely lost and Stiles, feeling his rage slipped away, made his way to him taking his friend in his arms. He felt Scott give a glance over his shoulder to make sure Peter wouldn't attack him again, but his demon was busy poking the cowering werewolf with a stick. "Oh Stiles I missed you so much man. After that night I hoped and prayed that you were still alive."
"I know buddy I know. Hey where’s your mother? She a werewolf too?"
"Ah! No, no after I got bitten I left with the pack and she stayed in a settlement as the town doctor, she has a good life man. I see her sometime when we get close, she's happy you know."
"Wow good for her...and ah....my father?"
"...I'm sorry Stiles I haven't seen him." Stiles sight giving his friend a squeeze at his worried look, and turned as he heard whimpering behind him. Scott growled his eyes flashing yellow as the blond werewolf curled on himself more trying to get away from the stick.
"Peter! Stop poking the wolf."
"Pff you always take my toys away." He poke him one more time with a smile at the sound of a whimper and walked to Stiles placing an arm around his waist as Scott ran to his companion pulling him on his feet. The blond werewolf wrapped himself around Scott for comfort hiding his face in his neck as Scott rubbed big circles on his back.
"Who’s your friend?"
"That's Isaac, he's kind of new at all this and when he ran away last night I went after him and we thought we could sleep in the woods without any problems, but turns out...well you know,vampire."
"Yeah well it was just your luck you got JC, because by my experience their rarely that nice." Peter snorted his disagreement.
"Nice....that useless dead body is anything but nice, the manipulative little sucker."
"Yeah well he never tried to bite me without my consent and...."
"Because you smell like demon and he, at the very least, knows better than to touch a demon master." Stiles rolled his eyes and caught the way Scott was looking at the both of them, his face filled without confusion.
"Your...demon is weird." Scott was mostly looking at Peter arm around his waist as he said it, clearly feeling uncomfortable at the sight of his former best friend with an older man or simply a demon, Stiles couldn't know for sure.
"Well I mean, what did you expect? I mean this is me...so of course I couldn't just get a normal demon."
"You got the best and you know it."
"The creepiest yeah." Peter bit down on his neck making the younger man shiver and Stiles offered his neck sighing at the happy rumble Peter made against his neck. Scott looked so scandalized Stiles had to laugh.
"It’s all good dude, Peter's probably the best thing that could happen to me." Scott seemed to relax a little and the blond werewolf turned his head a little, examining Stiles. He shuffled out of Scott’s grasp and came toward Stiles with his head bowed down, as he came a little closer Peter gave a growl of warning and he stopped moving. Stiles looked from his demon to Scott, but Scott didn't seem to understand what was happening so Stiles focused on Peter.
"He's asking for permission to touch you."
"To me or you?"
"I'm clearly the Alpha of this little duo pack, so me." Stiles snorted at the idea and Peter smiled smugly. With an eye roll,Stiles approached the blond werewolf, Peter keep his hand on the small of his master’s back ready to pull him back. The human placed his hands under Isaac’s chin lifting his face to search his eyes, but all Stiles could see was a lost child terrified of everything. Isaac threw himself into a kneeling position and circled Stiles’ thigh hiding his face in Stiles’ stomach. Not sure what to do, but happy that his demon wasn't seeing the movement as a threat, the young man started massaging the kneeling werewolf’s scalp feeling him relax under the contact.
"Sh sh sh, it’s alright Isaac everything is all right. You’re safe now." Stiles look back seeing a weird expression in his demon’s eyes as he repeated the exact words Peter had used for him when he was younger and had panic attack almost every day. Peter leaned a little into his space resting his forehead on Stiles’ head his hands around his master’s waist.
Scott seemed completely out of his depth looking at the strange trio with a weird look in his eyes that Stiles couldn't read. It took some time before Isaac was calm enough to stand on his own and still he stayed close to Stiles always reaching out like he was making sure the human was still real. Stiles looked at Peter with raised eyebrow, since the demon usually killed anyone who dared touch him that much.
"He's not doing it because he wants to harm you or because he wants to eat or have sex with you, he's doing it because he needs the comfort and apparently you’re his new favourite. I understand you’re my favourite too." Stiles studied Peter's face a little more and then reached over fully taking the blond werewolf’s hand in his and saw the stressed out werewolf relax completely slumping a little against his shoulder. Scott made a little sound to get theirattention and looked around sniffing the air.
"We should try to find our Alpha before he starts to worry and come for us...Will you come with us...please?" He mostly looked at Isaac when he asked, looking like he didn't want to stress Isaac even more by taking the human away.
"It’s probably none of my business, but shouldn't your Alpha already be looking for his two lost werewolves...I mean we’re in the middle of the forest and there's like dangerous creatures everywhere. I must say dude I’m not impressed here." Peter snorted a little completely in agreement with him and Isaac rubbed his face against Stiles’ shoulder as he nodded. Scott was just gaping at him like he couldn't believe Stiles had just insulted his Alpha.
"...He's a little new at this ok, but he's trying dude. He really is."
"...Ok, ok I'll come with you, but once we find your Alpha I'm out of there. My experience with werewolves is not a really good one and Alphas generally don't like me very much....well more Peter than me, but you know package deal and stuff." Scott sighed in relief was so loud Stiles wondered how much Scott had feared he would lose Stiles again and when he walked over Stiles reached for him squeezing his shoulder in comfort.
They made their way through the wood, Peter going in and out of sight as he would hear something and then go hunt it. Once they heard a fight, but minute later Peter was back a feral smile on his face and a little blood on his hands. He just walked to Stiles gave him a possessive kiss, grinned and went back into the woods singing an old sappy song. Isaac was happy walking next to Stiles, still holding his hand, trusting the demon to keep them safe or at the very least Stiles. Scott had kept quiet for the first hour letting Stiles ramble on and on about nothing, before he really looked at the human.
"How do you even know a vampire?"
"Humm? Do you mean JC?"
"JC that's his name? Sounds weird for a vampire."
"It’s short for Jean-Claude, he's nice, you know when he isn't trying to kill you and stuff."
"...How did you even come into nickname terms with a vampire dude?"
"OH! Well I think it was like two or four years ago. I was sitting by the fire waiting for Peter to come back with food, I think that was it or water I don't really remember, anyway JC came out of the woods and just kind of sat on the other side of the fire. He stayed there for a while just looking at the flames and then he walked away just before Peter came back. He did that a couple times, just appeared, sat there and went away before Peter came back. After some time, I just started talking to him, like you talk to a teddy bear, and he just listened, he looked really sad so I just gave myself the goal of making him laugh at least once. Then one night he finally talked and told me he was just gathering the courage to attack me so my demon would kill him and end his lonely life."
Stiles still remembered the profound sadness in JC eye had he had reveal his plan and Stiles couldn't help himself and had ask him why. The vampire had told the tale of his life through the night, how he had fallen in love with a human woman who never wanted to be a vampire, how they had settled together in a abandon house and how he had been happy for the first time in a really, really long time, seriously the dude was more than a thousand years old. Then one day he had left to find food for his love and he had come back to blood and loss. He had spent month hunting down the men who had attacked his love and once they were dead, he had wanted to end his meaningless life once and for all. He had smelled Peter and made his way to his death only to find the human-bound to the demon looking at him with the same whiskey coloured eyes as his dead love. Once his story was finished he had made a move toward Stiles but the human had stepped back holding out his hands to stop him.
"I didn't want him to just give up, to just throw his life away, yeah I know he was a vampire, a blood sucker and all, but the guy looked miserable. So we made a deal for him to travel with me, I would be his companion until I could make him laugh and he wouldn't be alone anymore. Peter hated him so much and still does, but JC was very careful to never touch me and well we were a trio for one year before JC started to laugh and smile again. Then he met Sebastien and damn he was so happy all the freaking time, we split up and we still see each other on the road sometime."
"...That's just....so you I'm not even surprised."
"Yeah, I'm magical dude."
"What is Sebastien? He just...he just didn't smell like anything, like really nothing."
"The hell if I know man, I never even heard him speak once, but JC say it’s probably better I never do, because my head would explode....I'm still not sure if it was a joke or not." Stiles shrugged not really caring, as long as his friend was happy the rest didn't really matter to him.
"And you let him drink from you?"
"Only if he really, really, really and I do mean really needed it, because damn Peter was pretty close to just pulling all his teeth out the first time."
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"Nope...well not if the vampire is careful and doesn't want it to be painful. I don't recommend you try dude, JC is the only exception I know."
"I never want to try it!"
"Me neither." They both jumped at the soft voice of Isaac as he spoke next to Stiles. It was the first time Stiles heard the other werewolf speak and he was a little shocked at the softness in his voice. Stiles squeezed his hand with an encouraging smile and Isaac started asking him simple questions with his soft voice, as Scott just looked at them shock.
"How old are you?"
"Nineteen."
"What's your favourite colour?"
"Red all the way."
It was like this for the rest of the day, until even Scott seemed to relax and participate in the conversation that slowly drifted to the collective sadness at the loss of music and movie.
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As the sun came down and the moon came up Peter reappeared with a dead deer and wood for the fire. He didn't say a word just glared at the two werewolves and made a vague sign in front of him with his stack of wood for his master to start making camp. Stiles found a little clearing and as soon as he sat down the fire was already set and blazing, the deer roasting over it. Scott and Isaac just looked from the fire to the demon clearly not understanding what had just happened, Peter just looked smug as he loved showing off.
Peter sat in his usual spot, behind Stiles with his arms wrapped around him and his face hidden in his neck, it was the closest to sleeping he had ever seen the demon, so Stiles leaned against him enjoying the warmth coming off his demon hard body. Isaac and Scott started to eat on their side of the fire, Scott clearly not knowing how to react to this new situation, while Isaac seemed completely content to be there. Before even taking a bite Isaac prepared a plate that he presented to Stiles with a nod and then with a little smile went back to Scott side waiting until Stiles had taken his first bite. The teenager vaguely remembered that in wolf culture the higher you were in the pack decided who would eat first and had the best piece of the meal. Stiles could feel Peter grumbling happily in his neck at the show of respect the little blond werewolf had given his master. Scott just ignored everyone and ate keeping a close eye on Isaac. Peter, the possessive bastard, soon took the plate out of his master hands, taking small piece of the meat and placing them in his master mouth while he nuzzle his neck. It was something they had done a thousand times, not usually with an audience, but it was something that Stiles knew made his demon happy and not something he felt ashamed of. He could feel Scott and Isaac’s eyes on them and frankly he didn't care. As the last piece of meat was placed in his mouth, Peter stood up over him and grabbed his face tilting it back for one last devouring kiss, chasing the taste of meat all over his master’s mouth and with one final bite to the younger man’s lower lip, he disappeared in the wood.
"...What is wrong with him?" Stiles blinked a couple of time trying to find his baring and turned to Scott with a questioning hum.
"That is definitely not how a demon is supposed to act."
"Seen many demons in your time?"
"A few yeah and they always stayed in animal form or you know quiet at their master’s side. That is not a normal way to behave. What is up with you two?...Do you love him or something?"Stiles glared a little at his friend and wasn't really surprised when Isaac came around the fire and placed his head in Stiles’ lap nuzzling his hand until he started petting him.
"Peter is mine and I am his, it’s how our contract started and it’s how we choose to keep our relationship. I don't understand why I should order him around or have him stay in his animal skin, he doesn't like it and neither do I so why bother?"
"Because he isn't human, he's just waiting for you to die and then he'll bring you to hell and torture you for the rest of his life." Scott had started shouting a little toward the end, Stiles could see his friend was only worried for him and his future, but this was a conversation he had had many, many time before. So with a sigh Stiles let his eye drifted to the fire, letting his fingers play with Isaac’s blond curls as the werewolf sighed happily.
"I know he isn't human Scott, I knew this the moment I accepted his contract. I know what my fate is, but having to choose between a horrible death and a happy life with the man, demon, whatever I love is not that much of a price to pay."
"You could get out, we could find a way to get you out of it!"
"And then I would be a simple human without protection, an easy prey for a world where I have no place in and I would lose the only source of happiness I've had all these years. No thank you."
"You could be a werewolf, our Alpha could give you the bite, you would be part of our pack." Isaac shivered against Stiles and turned his head so his face was hidden against Stiles’ stomach,asking for comfort. The human gave it to him, continued petting his hair, as his other hand ran up and down the blond werewolf’s back calming him again.
"Peter hasn't asked me to change...much." Stiles touched his eye patch with a little smile, the ultimate mark as Peter called it. "I like the fact that I'm a mortal Scott, I don't want to live forever in a world at war. If I did I would have let JC bite me or really any of the werewolves we meet would have done. It's my choice to stay the way I am and if my demon can get that, than so should you."
"But...you would be part of our pack, family...you could stay with me." Ah, Stiles thought there was the point of this whole conversation.
"I'm here right now and I'm not going anywhere." Isaac sighed happily at that, making Stiles chuckle. "We’ll see what happens when we find your Alpha but for now, we are together and that....that's good, right?"
Scott gave him a relieved smile and a nod as he walk to him, he sat down next to Stiles leaning on his shoulder and both of them stared at the fire happy in the peaceful silence.
As they piled up against each other to sleep Stiles stayed awake long after the two werewolves curled up against him had fallen asleep waiting. Soon enough Peter stalked out of the wood and came crouching next to him placing two fingers on his forehead so they could talk silently through their bond.
"Found anything interesting or you were just sulking because we couldn't have sex tonight?" Peter chuckled softly, his eyes filled with dark lust and hunger as he looked into his master eyes.
"Don't tempt me little master, I could very well just kill those two and have my way with you."
"Yeah, yeah creepy wolf, found anything about the boys’ pack?"
"I tracked a sent, but it not very strong. If their Alpha is looking for them he might be a couple of days away, less if he doesn't stop to sleep." Stiles knew that if his demon thought he was in any danger Peter would have already carried him away leaving the two werewolves to fend for themselves. But to his surprise the demon seem to like the two werewolves, if the fact that they were touching Stiles and still had their arms was anything to go by. His demon was a wolf after all, maybe he craved a pack after all. He must have been thinking the last part loud enough for the bound to pick it up because Peter frown a little at him.
"It is nice, but as long as I have you I have a pack. Rest little master, I'll see you in the morning."
"Goodnight darling, try not to be too loud in your killing of the creature of the night." Peter huffed a little, taking his fingers away from Stiles’ forehead he lifted the eye patch looking fondly at the symbols shining in the dark and leaned down pressing a kiss over it before he carefully placed the eye patch back in place.
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