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Chris knew this journey would be exceedingly far from easy. He knew his father would never understand, he was dead set on hating all hunters regardless of what their reputation was. His mother's death - the death of the Argent alpha - had done severe damage to his father, who now held all the power, but no willingness to compromise. The new alpha to the Argent pack no longer cared about his own children anymore. Chris knew the rumors about the Hale family; led by women and with a few overly trigger happy members that had been openly shunned or even killed for their insubordination. Talia Hale was not one known to break the code, but she didn't seem the type to allow her children or siblings to be with those not human.
Chris took just long enough to calm his body down so he could move without wanting to growl in need, redress and grab his things. He moved from the locker room, down the little set of stairs, and caught the scent on the breeze as he opened the door. Yes, as he'd predicted, Peter is still present. He continued walking, his body aching for the young Hunter's warmth again. Any and all possible bad scenarios that could happen were running through his head, and yet the moment crystalline eyes landed on the sight of the other male standing patiently by the sapphire blue Thunderbird, Peter's fingers idly running over the hood, they all vanish as if they'd never existed to begin with. Even if they were star-crossed, even if the frustrations with Peter Hale had been mostly sexual, this felt...right.
"Christopher?"
The quietly voiced inquiry finally breaks the battle in Chris' mind, and he looked up at the hunter, surprised to see, and even smell, the genuine worry from Peter. "I'm alright, Hale. Just trying to think of a good lie for my father."
Peter laughs, and Chris suspects he knows what's coming before the other speaks. "I've been working on one for my sister." he says. "She's not the most...enjoyable person. She would rather us only know hunting than any real life experiences."
"Like being claimed by a werewolf?"
There's a blush over Peter's skin as he bites his lower lip. Chris briefly feels his heart skip a beat, remembering how good those lips felt. "Just claimed by you." the hunter admits.
The young wolf can't help but pull Peter closer to him, leaning to kiss him hard. "Peter, if we don't go now, our secret is going to be broadcast because you'll be screaming on the hood of my car." he said simply, a light smirk on his lips.
“As great as that sounds, I agree we should head out to wherever it is you know.” Peter's smile is light, relaxed and happy. He nodded his head towards the car. “Shall I get in?” He was amused to see the wolf walk around to the passenger side and open the door. “Such a gentleman, Christopher.” he teased, moving to follow and set his bag in the floorboard, sliding into the seat and reaching for the seat belt. He let the wolf close the door, leaning back as he fastened the safety device and Christopher climbed into the driver's seat. “So where are we going?” he dared to inquire.
“A place I found. Made it my own in the last few months, and it's far enough off the radar that Gerard wouldn’t bother to go that far.” Chris replied, shrugging as if they were discussing the weather. He realized his semi-mistake the moment Peter’s brow arched.
“You call your father by his first name?” the question is soft, and the tone alone says Peter knows he may not get an answer.
Chris opts to answer, giving a sigh. After all, he was basically about to be mating the hunter. “Gerard kind of...lost his bearings, I suppose, when my mom died.” he explained.
“I heard about that. My sister was infuriated by what had happened. There wasn’t a reason to take any lives that hadn’t broken any codes.” Peter said, frowning.
Chris’ lips tugged upward despite the sadness of the memory. “We lost a vast majority of our pack to that fight, including my older sister, Abigail.” he replied. “I was out of state at the semi-finals last year. My mother’s alliance during a meeting went feral and attacked hunters, so the hunters killed everyone there. The pain of it caused me to end up in the hospital for a brief couple of days.” he explained. “Gerard came to check me out, and even though he was changed, I could smell the blood on him. Losing my mom caused him a lot more pain than it did for me. But he just...he became overbearing. With my role now as oldest, the pressure’s been applied, and I’m not sure I can follow what he’s expecting of me.” he said. The silence from the hunter is a mix of things for the beta.
“You don’t have to explain it to me, Christopher.” Peter says quietly.
“I know. But, if we follow through this, you staying mine, I want you to know anything important.” The idea of anyone so much as looking at Peter in any way that seemed sexual made Chris’ inner wolf growl in fury. This young man was his, regardless of what family they came from or who dared to say they couldn’t be together. “Why it’s dangerous to have you near my father.”
“I can handle myself.” Peter replied. “I’m not scared of a few scars.” The words imply something that strikes a chord in Chris, a low growl escaping him before he can stop it. Peter makes a soft, laughing sound that relaxes the suddenly tense muscles in the wolf’s shoulders. “You’re the protective type, I had hoped for that. I really like it.”
Chris makes a turn onto a less known road, following the path as he managed a smile. “You picked a werewolf, after all, Hale.” he remarked.
“And the wolf picked me,” Peter countered, the two teens laughing as the car continued to move. “How much longer?” he mused, glancing out the window.
“Five minutes, give or take.” Chris replied, blue eyes keeping an eye on the road they were on. The sound of the seatbelt was followed by a warmth along his thigh, and the wolf wasn’t a fool, but he couldn’t stop the words. “What are you doing?”
“Refreshing the mood,” Peter replied with a smirk, hands deftly unzipping the jeans Chris wore, a hand gently pulling the wolf’s length out with a low hum. “You worry about driving, let me take care of you.”
Chris had every intention to counter with something along the lines of “I don’t need to be taken care of until I take care of you.” but it fell short and became a loud moan that reverberated in the car as Peter’s mouth once more wrapped around the head of his shaft and Chris felt that tongue swirl around it. He barely resisted the urge to thrust up into the wet heat that was Peter’s mouth, trying to keep focus on the road and the end of their trip, but it became harder the more of his cock the hunter took into his mouth. He was glad to see the little cabin come into view. PArking, he moved to unclick his own seat belt, turning the car off and reaching to run a hand through the other teen’s hair. “Fuck, that mouth of yours…” he murmured, blue eyes closing. HE pulled just enough on the brown hair of his hunter to get Peter to pull away before he leaned in to kiss the other hard. One hand reached down to scoot the driver’s seat back, reaching across to urge the other into his lap so he could better press his body to the object of his desires. “We can stay here or go inside.” he offered breathlessly as he pulled away, hands slipping under the other teen’s shirt to caress the soft skin he found beneath.
“Well, as much as I’d love to stay here so our scents are mingled in here, it’s a risk to Gerard finding out.” Peter replied, his voice a little sad. Chris could understand perfectly well. Until they could convince their respective leaders otherwise; what they were doing wasn’t something they could be very open about.
“Do us both a favor, don’t talk about him when we’re together.” Chris said, his tone showing now just how much his hated his father. “When we’re together, I only want us to be us; not worrying about the others.”
“I can do that. But it won’t stop me from worrying about you.” Peter snarked back, moving to go back to his seat. “Lead the way.” he said, moving to open the car door and getting out, leaving his backpack and uniform bag in the floorboard. As he closed the door, he heard the sound of Chris’ door closing before there was a warm body behind him, arms locking around his waist from behind. He gave a soft moan and leaned back into the other. “You want to drive me insane with teases.”
Chris smirked against the hunter’s neck, nipping and biting at the pliable flesh with a low mix between a hum and an growl. “I can only be a tease if I don’t follow through. And trust me, I intend to follow through and have you screaming for me while I knot you.” He took a great deal of pleasure in the way Peter’s body shivers in his arms, the complete trust the human is giving him in the situation. It makes something in him even more possessive than Chris has ever been of anything or anyone in his life up to this point. He closes his eyes and buries his face in the crook of Peter’s neck, taking a slow and deep breath. “You smell amazing.”
“Oh yeah?” Peter asks as he stands, one hand moving to caress over one of the arms holding him against the wolf as the other reached to run through the dark golden hair of the beta. “What do I smell like to you?”
“Earthy. Like a forest. There’s always the gun oil smell, but it’s a background to your natural scent. I like it better than the cologne you wear.” Chris replied after a moment, having had to stop the word that wanted to part his lips. “Come on, let’s go inside.” he said, letting Peter go to walk around him and slide his hand into the other male’s before leading him to the door. He couldn’t help but smile as the hunter held onto his hand and followed him inside, his inner wolf giving a purring noise in contentment.