burnedwolf | Mermaids ahoy

"Naturally." Peter agrees lightly, glancing toward Stiles for a moment. "But I'm never good with patience." he adds quietly. Of course he can wait, until it's necessary, but he never liked to be patient, especially so close to the goal.

He waits for Stiles to just stroke his hand down his back, partly to warm him up.

"Anything you can sense?" he asks quietly. "It's not full moon, but the sea is magical itself." he chuckles, only half joking. "Maybe you can also pick up something."

Stiles can't help but smirk a little at the comment. He knows exactly how much Peter hates waiting, which is something he sometimes exploits.

Not tonight, though. Stiles is just as anxious to see the mermaids as Peter is.

"I haven't been able to feel anything yet," he says, frowning a little. "Maybe if we go further up the coast."

So, they take off in that direction. Stiles has been keeping time on his phone, checking it every now and then, sticking close to Peter to keep warm.

After a good quarter mile or so, Stiles stops and tilts his head. "Do you hear that?" He asks, but doesn't give Peter much time to answer before he's walking off again, heading toward a cluster of rocks.

Stiles knew Peter's weak points, he was slowly learning more and more and Peter should hate it. But somehow, something told him his secrets are good with Stiles...

He walks and listens to the noises, sounds of the night, trying to catch a scent, but so far nothing is reaching him.

Though as Stiles stops Peter frowns.

"Hear what?" he asks alarmed, because how come Stiles can hear it, but not him? "Stiles!" he asks, hurrying after the boy. He still can't hear or feel anything. It's strange and Peter doesn't like it. But he lets Stiles take the lead for now.

Stiles doesn't even hear Peter's words, all he can hear is the gentle sweet musical words calling to him. Calling for him to join them.

"It's so beautiful," is all Stiles says, and not really so much in reply to Peter but because of the mermaid's song has enraptured him. They're calling to him, telling him to join them, it'll be so much fun. He belongs with them, they tell him.

The further up shore they get, the outlining of caves becomes visible, and Stiles is heading right for it. He stumbles over old debris from the sea but doesn't fall, doesn't falter.

He has to get to them, he has to follow.

"I'm glad at least one of us is enjoying themselves." Peter grumbles as he's following Stiles. He's never felt more deaf in his life, but he figured it was to be expected. He could feel Stiles' spark being strong and strong creatures would of course be interested. It was like a beacon to some.

Peter realizes that he has no scent even as they reach the caves. Which must be impossible. The mermaids must be close, yet he smells nothing, but the ocean. These creatures may have kept an eye on them way before they set out to find them... The wolf growls deep in his throat as he's thinking about how unprepared both of them in this.

He's reaching for Stiles as he stumbles on the slippery rocks, but his mate seem like he doesn't hear him anymore. Peter knows he should pull him back, but that's not why they were here. They were here for mermaids and Stiles is heading right to them... so Peter follows.

"Stiles." he calls the boy again as they advance deeper.

All Stiles can hear is the sweet call of the mermaids, entranced by their song. He doesn't even realize Peter is still following them. All he knows is he has to reach them.

When they reach the caves, Stiles' pace is a little slower now. Their call is louder, echoing, and even more beautiful. The cave is dark, and the water there is deep, but with little thought the teen wades into the depths of it.

The water is freezing, and it seems to snap Stiles out of whatever trance he'd been in, because he turns suddenly and looks at Peter, surprised and alarmed.

"Peter? How did I-" but the words are cut off with a yelp as Stiles is suddenly pulled back into the water, dragged under by one of the mermaids sharp talon-like claws.

Peter still can't hear or smell anything out of the ordinary. It's a cave with water in it, filled with small sea animals and...

"Stiles..." he mutters as his eyes meet his mate's. The only time someone's snapping out of a mermaid's song is when... But Peter can't finish that thought as Stiles disappears under the water. With everything they prepared in his bag.

Peter hesitates only a moment before he wades into the water and following him, reaching to grab a hold of Stiles before he would disappear in the dark waters. He can't call him under the water, but he can keep him from being taken away.

He shifts, trying to claw at the creature, but his fangs and claws do so little. Peter knows he's carrying one of the enchanted iron knives, but he doesn't want to let Stiles' go when something is trying to tear him out of his grip with such force.

While Stiles had prepared for something like this to happen, he didn't actually think it would. He hadn't realized the call would work so strongly on him.

He gasps as he's pulled under, and the last thing he sees before the darkness of the ocean takes over is Peter's surprises face. He can't see much in the murky depths, but he can feel the sharp claws dragging him deeper- and Peter's strong hold trying to pull him back to the surface.

With his free hand, Stiles wrenches the other iron knife he'd enchanted from his pants pocket and slashes wildly at the clawed hands gripping him. He hears a faint pained screech and the weight dragging him down and suddenly lifted, allowing Peter to pull him up.

As Peter can he pulls Stiles closer to him and aims for the surface. His mouth and eyes are full of seawater so he blindly grips the first rock to pull them out. He coughs, taking a deep breath and realizes he can smell these fuckers now. Their scent is thick all around the cave, signing that this is their territory and Stiles and Peter are trespassers. No, not even that. They are dinner.

They are excited. They have a good prey in front of them and that makes them bolder than they would be.

Peter snarls, looking over his shoulders to see if any of the mermaids would try to launch at them.

"Stiles, are you okay?" he asks through his fangs, his arm still holding the boy tightly to him. "There's at least five in the water."

When Peter pulls them to the surface, Stiles coughs and sputters, pushing water and matted down hair from his face as he twists around in Peter's hold to look back at the water.

"Five of them?!" he replies, voice a little shrill. "And I'm fine, I'm fine. Nothing a warm fire and some hot cocoa won't fix later," he says and immediately starts rooting through his soaked-through bag. If they can at least capture one of them- dead or alive, it doesn't really matter- they'll have what they came for. The others, well, they just tried to kill him. They can go die in a fire.

What Stiles pulls out is a few vials, two of which he shoves into Peter's hand. "This will make the water temporarily poisonous to them, they'll try to get out of it to save themselves." Temporary, because even Stiles is not above polluting the ocean just to get what they want, but he doesn't want to actually destroy it completely.

"Once they're out of the water, they'll be more vulnerable to attack."

Peter snorts, noting that Stiles is indeed doing fine. Now they can get back to their business. He opens his mouth to advise on baiting them when Stiles pushes something in his hand. He frowns at the vials as the boy speaks.

"Of course." he whispers to himself, frowning. This plan was something they have only discussed fleetingly. Yet, there it is. "Stand back then and get prepared!" he growls, already shoving Stiles away from the water and opens the vials.

Though as Peter throws them they break on the rocks, probably coloring the waters also, but it's not visible in this darkness. The wolf also realizes he did not hesitate on acting on Stiles' plan. He trusted him, with his life. with their lives...

But there's no time to think about that when something angry, ugly and precious is crawling out of the water, bleeding heavily. So Stiles managed to cut the one who grabbed him. Peter is also ready to add some of his own.

It surprises Stiles as well, to be honest, that Peter just went with it instead of inquiring about it as he usually does. But he doesn't have time to examine it and he'll think about it later.

The plan works and the first one- the one that grabbed him and pulled him under- surfaces. Stiles grabs his knife and takes a battle-ready stance behind Peter.

Another one emerges a few feet away, skin looking pale from the poison and much slower than the first, likely because it'd been in the poisoned water longer than the one that attacked him.

"I'll get this one!" He tells Peter, moving out from behind him to make a go for it while the first is busy attacking Peter. The mermaid hisses at him, face full ugly sharp teeth and menacing glare. It can't move well on land despite needing to be on it to save itself.

It takes a swipe at him with it's clawed hands, slithering away but Stiles is quicker and kicks out, hitting it in the face. The mermaid screeches terribly in anger and pain, and Stiles moves in to grab one of it's arms to keep from attacking him and straddles its waist. It's other hand comes up and slashes his shoulder, causing him to yelp in pain but before it can do much else Stiles drives the enchanted iron knife into it's chest once, then a few more times just to be sure.

It's... exhilarating, to be honest. And it both scares and thrills him.

Peter is ready to tell Stiles to just keep the hell away, but the boy moves before he can say anything. Peter once again shifts his attention to Stiles, smelling his excitement, and getting a handful of talons raking through his chest. A creature near death is the most dangerous after all, Peter also knows that. He roars, biting into the mermaid while his hand fishes for his own knife to drive it deep into the creature. His claws wouldn't kill the thing fast enough.

He hears flesh being torn and ripped nearby too as the bitter, salty tasting blood floods his mouth. It's already dead, but his wolf won't let it go, it wants revenge. His red eyes turn toward Stiles, soaking wet from water and blood and Peter once again is glad humans has worse smelling than wolves. He may be a bit embarrassed then, because this is not an appropriate time and place for what his wolf wants to do...

The destruction makes the others stay in the water or escape through an underwater cave. Even if Peter almost thinks they could take them on...

"Cut everything you can and let's leave." he orders.

Stiles looks back when he hears Peter's words and nods. The creature is dead under him so Stiles drops the knife for the moment and roots through his bag for a few empty containers he brought along to carry what they're taking back. He pulls out a pair of pliers as well and starts pulling out sharp teeth, dropping them into a container. Then claws are the next to go, pulling them free and dropping them into the container as well.

After he moves down and starts to skin a few chunks of scales from the mermaid, dropping them into a second container. He doesn't stop until the container is nearly packed full, the scales are rather powerful, mystically speaking, so the more they have the better. After a few moments of thinking, he cuts some chunks of hair as well, banding them together before shoving them into the container with the scales.

As he's putting everything away he gives one more glance to the mermaid and moves to the end of the tail, chopping off the tailfin as well. It's shimmery and translucent, beautiful really. He wraps it up in some cloth before tucking it away with the rest of their bounty before moving to join Peter.

"C'mon, let's go. I'm frickin' freezing," he grouses, though he's also rather... turned on as well. He's not really sure how he feels about that. And, besides, he wants to leave before the poison dissolves and the other mermaids come back.

Peter also gets to work, he takes what he can... what remained of the body under him and collects it in the containers Stiles has brought. The smell is everywhere, blood, death, water... and mermaids. They are angry, but scared. They are afraid of them and Peter thought they might as well be.

Stiles is taking everything, which is good. He's thinking of everything and Peter is proud, Peter is satisfied. Though, they will have to look up a few codex on mermaid parts.

He takes one of the bags with the containers in it and stands up, his wolf howling. His eyes are still red as he's looking at Stiles. Peter offers his hand.

"Let's go and warm up then." his voice is low, almost growling. Their hunt was a success, there was blood and the joy of killing prey is going to linger. And the joy of watching his mate, Stiles, going so much further in just a few minutes than Peter would have thought. "They won't follow. They are afraid." he grins with too much teeth.

There's no hesitation when Stiles takes Peter's hand, his own covered in blood from the kill and removal of all magical parts of the mermaid. Excitement and adrenaline is rushing through him, leaving him feeling as if he's vibrating with it.

"Yeah, okay," he replies, voice a little breathless as he follows Peter out of the darkened cave, and though he's only human even Stiles can smell the stench of death. "They should be afraid," Stiles murmurs, smirking at his wolf.

Peter can feel the excitement, the rush, the spark also flaring bright and powerful. He wished their pack would be more, then they could have claimed this territory in no time. But maybe in the future.

He squeezes the boy's bloody hands with his, walking back toward their place. Peter smirks back, his wolf howling. His red eyes not leaving the boy's for a long time, he's proud.

No words needed as they walk the beach, leaving their scent and mark behind for every creature to know that they have taken their offering.

Stiles follows closely behind, his shoulder aches from where the mermaid scratched him but the adrenaline rushing through him still keeps it from hurting too much. He'll feel it tomorrow, for sure. But right now it's not at the forefront of his thoughts.

When the beach house comes into view, Stiles grins at Peter and lets go of the man's hand to rush forward toward the house. He slows to turn back once to give Peter a heated look and a smirk, before turning and taking off.

Giving chase to the wolf behind him.

Before Peter could tighten his grip Stiles is already slipping away. He runs ahead and Peter is ready to follow.

But then the boy turns back, teasing the wolf too and Peter feels his teeth ache from something dark and primal. His gaze is crimson as his body is giving into the hunt, which is not truly a hunt. It's something way better.

He runs after Stiles, following him to the house, just growling deep in his chest.

Adrenaline jolts through him when he hears Peter chasing after him, the teen running full force toward the house. He knows Peter is much faster than he is, and really that's the point, knowing the werewolf is going to catch him. Likely before he even sets foot on the front porch.

But then again, that's half the fun.

They're both worked up from the fight (and the kill, though he's in deep denial about that himself) and he knows this chase will help them both in the long run.

When Peter is close enough, when Stiles knows he's going to lose this chase, he tosses the bag off to the side so when Peter inevitably catches him nothing will be broken or ruined.

Peter catches up, getting rid of his own bag before he reaches for Stiles right at the front door. He may slam him against it with a bit more force than necessary. His limbs trembling from the hunt, the kill and the urge... They are both smelling like the ocean, blood, pain and victory. Peter loves it.

He can't look away from his prey as he pins Stiles against the door with his body, his bloody hand coming up to grab the boy's chin.

"I'm so proud of you." Peter growls, his eyes crimson and intense on his mate. "I want to have you."

Stiles gasps when Peter slams him against the door, pain and excitement surging through him. Warmth explodes through him at the praise Peter gives him.

His hand comes up to wrap fingers around Peter's wrist, but he doesn't pull him away, just holds on. "You can have me," he breathes out, his other hand coming up to press his warm, damp hand against the werewolf's cheek. "You'll always have me." Because Stiles certainly isn't going anywhere.

Peter tilts his head into Stiles' touch. Lips brushing over his palm, tasting blood and kill. He isn't in a better shape his injuries will heal in a day. But Peter feels on the peak of his strength.

His hands move then to hook under Stiles' thighs, lifting him to have at least a little release in their closeness. Peter pins them against the door again, arching into the boy's body.

"That's good," he growls. "Because you have my life now." he says leaning in for a sloppy, bitter tasting kiss.

His breath hitches excitedly when Peter lifts him up, his legs instantly hooking around the man's hips to better their leverage. His arms loop around Peter's neck as the man kisses him, Stiles moaning into it as he curls his fingers into Peter's hair.

It thrills him, they are each others now. Stiles moans into the kiss again, returning it and eagerly arching into Peter's body. He pulls back only for a moment to breath against the man's lips. "Inside," he murmurs, then leans in to kiss him again.

"In a moment." Peter breaths, smirking and opens the door. The bags can wait, no one will take them, he will hear anyway.

He's so eager to take Stiles, he's shivering for it. All he can think of his mate's scent and excitement over the hunt and the kill... their kill, but Stiles' plan. Exactly how their pack should work.

Their pack, Peter wonders his knees almost buckling, but not from Stiles' weight.

"You've been perfect, Stiles, way over my expectations." he speaks in a low, strained voice, carrying Stiles inside. "I'm so proud of you." He breathes and kisses the boy again.

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