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Stiles couldn't help it, the name had slipped off his tongue before he could stop it; it wasn't his fault that Derek Hale had a slight passing resemblance to his Cousin and the scowl wasn't helping at all. Miguel was an acquired taste, he was a serious man by nature but with something wild barely leashed. All of Stiles's memory of him were of a soft even voice that was full of conviction and knowledge, of heat, savagery and wild abandon. His whole personality was even, steady, calm, some would say placid and then quickly fix that perception with one look at Miguel's eyes, he was always good at seemingly being human until he spoke or you caught his eyes. Those dark near black eyes were always fierce, focused and predatory where as Miguel's twin Carlos was the near opposite. Sure they shared a face, a stance, height everything but it was the eyes that differentiated them, kept them as singular entities while being twins.
Where as Miguel barely kept his predator soul leashed and hidden from the world, Carlos was all about control, nothing slipped not in his eyes as they watched you, not in his voice as he spoke. He was better suited to slipping under the radar or Hunters, able to play prey easily. He had been the one to teach Stiles how best to go undetected by those around him, because even though Humans instincts were no where near as sharp as they once were their hind brain still whispered to some about the predator near by and once spooked the game was all over.
So it had been an accident to call Derek Miguel but it wasn't like he meant to do it and it wasn't like Miguel and Carlos would come to Beacon Hills any time soon. Plus it wasn't like Danny believed him anyways about Derek being his cousin but the goalie was enjoying the show and was still doing the favor they asked of him so all in all Win-Win!
Of course he's never lucky like that, nope because as soon as he thinks about Miguel and Carlos its like a signal for them to show up and just mess up all his well laid plans. Normally he would meet up with his cousin's in the summer months, travel down to New Orleans to spend time with his mothers side of the family; but he had screwed up, he had thought about them. Thought about them, dreamed about them and called them to him during the middle of the year after getting his best friend unintentionally bit by a werewolf and now having to deal with a murderous Alpha, a cranky sourwolf out to stop said murderous Alpha who turned out to be said sourwolf's uncle; keep his best friend alive all the while not getting himself killed or found out.
Which was going to be even harder to do with Miguel and Carlos showing up because he had called out to them with out meaning too. But then again having to wait ten months to see his cousins, to see his lovers was horrible so it wasn't like they could blame him. Hell Stiles couldn't think of any healthy sixteen year old guy blaming him for missing near constant sex, sure they would have to prefer cock to have two male lovers but it wasn't like any sixteen year old would begrudge sex.
So he had been sitting in his last block class waiting for the bell to signal the end of the school day, he was tired, sore and just wanted one night where nothing crept out of the shadows to threaten the people of Beacon Hills. He kept glancing to the clock, pencil tapping against his binder as he counted down the seconds when the unmistakable sound of two motorbikes rumbled through the quiet parking lot. Blinking he turns to look but a) he was too far from the windows, b) while they were open they were facing the end of the parking lot.
Giving a huff he slouches deeper into his chair as he once more glances towards the clock, it was Friday come on time speed up just five more minutes and he would be free to head home and crash on the couch and watch an endless stream of TV before playing some games or something. All but crowing and jumping out of his chair, he sweeps his books into his backpack, ignoring the shout of the teacher as he hurries through the halls to get outside. He wanted a weekend to himself not having to fallow Scott, watch and listen to him moon over Allison, not being thrown into walls by Derek.
He was out the door with a laugh as he slings his book bag over his shoulder, turning to head to where he parked his jeep when two arms slid about his waist. Sucking in a breath Stiles freezes eyes widening at the feel of a large hard body pressing to his. "Hello baby cousin." Came a dark purr into the skin behind his ear as the hands grip his waist tightly.
"Miguel." He breathes out as he starts to turn his head only to stop at the feel of sharp teeth pressing into the sensitive skin. Swallowing thickly as a shiver slides through him, he lets his eyes slip close as he breaths in the dark scent of the older man even knowing that his classmates are going to be staring at them, whispering to themselves about this.
"Hola Cielo." Came the second greeting from the bottom of the stairs where Carlos was waiting arms crossed in front of his chest, long legs stretched out in front of him as he leans against his parked bike.
"Hola Carlos." He says back giving his other cousin a little embarrassed wave as the other man chuckles low in his throat. Flushing darkly he wiggles and shrugs his shoulders trying to get out of Miguel's hold, while his cousin rumbles at him.
"Come on brother let Stiles go, we need to head out anyways. Stile's your riding with me, we'll come get your jeep later but we want to catch up somewhere private yeah?" Carlos says as he glares at Miguel while his twin grumbles and pouts but concedes to letting Stiles go so they could head out. Stiles lets of a soft sigh as another shiver slides down his back at the absence of Miguel's warmth but knowing that sooner then later he's be sweating between his cousins. Ignoring the continued chatter behind him he hurries to slide behind Carlos, conceding to the helmet before wrapping his arms around his eldest cousin's waist.