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31th October, 22:04 PM
At the border of Beacon Hills Preserve, the tree branches shook as the wind blew, carrying the dry deciduous leaves through the night. Most of them floated away in the breeze, while the heavy ones, not completely orange yet, fell down close to Derek's feet.
Reclined on a tall oak, with his hands tucked in the pockets of his trademark leather jacket, the Alpha sighted out, the cold wind barely affecting him. He glanced around for nothing in particular, unfazed by the Preserve late night eeriness.
Then, Derek heard the slowing down engines of a well known vehicle, its bright headlights becoming bigger as it approached him. A tall and bulky figure hopped off of it, walking towards him under the faint crescent moonlight. He didn't need to use his werewolf powers to know who it was, if the self assured posture and arrogant walking are enough to denounce Peter's identity.
"Finally! Why did you take so long? I've been here for 25 minutes," Derek huffed out impatiently.
Peter looked at him unbothered. "I was getting ready,"
Derek glanced up and down at this uncle, searching for something different than the usual fresh dark jeans, tight t-shirts and Italian boots.
"Did you take this long to put on an average shirt with a deeper v neck?" Derek arched his eyebrows.
"And my Balmian," Peter smirked, tugging on the lapels of his expensive wine colored leather jacket.
Derek's eyes rolled at his uncle's smugness. Peter never misses a chance to make a scene, obviously that tonight it wouldn't be any different. However, he couldn't deny that Peter's natural charm and seduction were elevated. His muscle-fitting clothes and snarky attitude gave Derek goosebumps.
"And by the way, you're looking dashing, nephew. But that's nothing new, you always do," Peter straightened up the Alpha's leather jacket, feeling up his corded shoulders. He grinned while looking at Derek's groomed, minutely trimmed beard and spiky hair. An immaculate frame of youthful Hale perfection.
Derek may never admit it out loud, but Peter knew he took the Samhain festivity very seriously. It is more than just an obligation of his status as the Alpha of Beacon Hills. Peter knew Derek truly enjoys all the aspects of the whole thing.
"Alright, enough talking. We're going to be late," Derek urged his uncle to get further into the forest.
Peter followed along, flicking his tongue and gesticulating. "Here's some advice, nephew. We're Hales, supernatural royalty. We are never late. Everyone else is too early. No matter what, they must wait for us."
Derek didn't argue, leading the way through the woods, Peter right by his side.
"Shame it's not a full moon tonight. It would add extra energy to the communion,"
Derek glanced at Peter, all stern and serious.
“What? You know how good that feels during the Samhain night. Even an experienced Alpha like you knows it is hard to resist the full moon's magic pull."
Derek didn't say anything, but Peter could see even through the penumbra, a playful smirk on his nephew’s face. They remained silent for a moment, the crushing of dry leaves and litter beneath their feet the only sound accompanying their nocturnal walking.
"So, where are your annoying pack of teenagers? I was expecting to find at least some of them here with you, making noise and all those annoying things teenagers do," Peter said.
"They're at a Halloween party at some of Erica's friend's house or something like that," Derek shrugged. He felt Peter's stare on him and turned.
"What?"
"I'm surprised none wanted to come,"
"They were not very fond of the idea of spending Halloween night in the depths of the preserve with an old man and another bunch of supernatural weirdos," Derek teased, but Peter didn't seem unfazed by it.
He continued. "You know the pack’s presence tonight is facultative. So I opted to let them be on their own."
"Not even Stiles wanted to come? I'm really surprised he let pass such an opportunity to get into some otherworldly mischief." Peter commented with a smirk.
"It's good for them to have normal human experiences now and then, Peter,"
"Well, except they're not human anymore. Most of them, at least,"
"Yes, but supernatural or not, they're still teenagers," Derek amended. "So let them be a little bit,"
"It's really different when you're born and raised into this world. Well, how unfortunate for them. They have no idea what kind of fun they're about to miss," Peter said. Derek was not looking at him, but he could spot the large grin on Peter’s words.
After about 20 minutes of deep walking into the Preserve, Peter stopped all of sudden and gestured Derek to do the same. He stood still for a moment, using his werewolf senses to acknowledge the environment and the surroundings. At that spot, the forest was denser with more encroached trees and vegetation.
Peter lifted up his chin, nostrils flaring, smelling the air. Then, using his super agility, he jumped to a nearby group of evergreen bushes, from which came a high pitched humanlike yelp.
“Well, well, look what we got here, Derek!” he said while pulling out a startled Stiles from the branches.
“Are you fucking insane of what? You scared me to death!” Stiles shouted out, hitting on Peter’s chest. “Let me go, you psychotic freak!”
“Release him, Peter,” Derek crossed his arms while watching the teenager struggling on his uncle’s hold.
“Hello, Stiles.” Peter’s smile had a salacious curl. “You look so dapper this evening.”
Stiles dusted himself off and acknowledged the older werewolf with an embarrassed nod.
“What are you doing here?” Derek asked simply.
“Taking my halloween evening walk,” Stiles’ response was not very convincing. But it's not like he was trying. “I do this every year,”
“If you wanted to go to the Samhain, you just had to say so. We would gladly let you join us. You are pack. You don’t have to sneak up on us like that,” Peter crossed his arms and Stiles wanted to scoff about how much he and Derek mirrored each other.
“Well, I didn’t think- hey!” Stiles shouted when Peter approached and sniffed on him. That shouldn’t be so arousing as it did.
“He stinks of magic. A cloaking concoction, maybe?” Peter suggested, glancing over at Derek.
“Oh, it’s my new parfum,” Stiles waved his hands in the air. Derek and Peter continued staring at him, waiting for a real answer.
“When I asked to come along, Derek said no. So, I stole one of Deaton’s potions to maskerade my scent and follow you guys. But that shit wore off before the 24 hours it said on the label… Need to tell Deaton about it tho,”
Looking genuinely surprised by Stiles' confession, Peter slowly turned around and looked at Derek. “You said he didn’t want to come,”
Derek huffed out in exasperation. “Peter, you know very well what happens during Samhain. I don’t think this is something Stiles should get into,”
“Hmm excuse me,” the boy interrupted and the two werewolves looked at him. “Don't understand why it's perfectly fine to get involved into underworld fights, exorcisms, necromancy and other magical shit like that, but then it is a life threatening event to simply attend a supernatural Halloween party,”
“Actually, it's not a simple Halloween party,” Derek explained.
“And that why?”
“Because all of Beacon Hills supernatural beings will be there,” Derek said.
“That's where all the fun is,” Stiles smirked.
“Different kind of fun, sure. But I think you're going to love it anyway,'” Peter had a wicked grin that made Stiles weirdly excited.
“Peter!” Derek scolded him.
“Come on, Derek. Let him have some fun. Besides, he's already here and he's Hale pack so you can't really stop him if he wants to attend. His presence may be arbitrary but not banned,”
“Oh really? So what were we waiting for? Let’s go!” Stiles’ display of excitement got Derek jealous at the same time it made him blush. Peter couldn't help to notice the minimal variations on the Alpha's pulse, which got him grinning wider. He knew Derek's prudence and pride often overcame his soft side and got in the way of expressing his most inner and honest feelings. So that night would be a night to remember.
With a deep sigh of resignation, Derek agreed. “Alright then. You can come, Stiles. But please promise you will behave and do as I say. These creatures we're about to join are wicked and can be tricky, some of them are not to be played with, specially if you're human,”
“Don't worry, nephew. I highly doubt anyone there will mess up with one from the pack. We're VIP, honored guests. But I’ll keep both eyes on little Stiles if that makes you feel more relieved,” Peter’s tone was menacingly protective and jokey, which made Stiles shiver. Not because he didn't trust in both Hales - well, surely he trusted way more in Derek than Peter -, but because he was aware of Peter's tendency to spiral into insane mischief. The older Hale hooked an arm around him, pulling Stiles in a tight embrace, the warmness and sturdiness of Peter's solid muscles making him hot and nervous.
They resumed walking for about 15 more minutes, reaching a deep part of the Preserve Stiles had never been before. There was an enormous oak tree, almost as big as the nemeton. At the base of its wide trunk, a rustic wood board with two carved human handprints was placed atop of an engraved wood panel.
“This is it,” Peter said.
“Hmm, I don't think it's very intelligent to carve human handprints as doorknobs to the fairy world, you know,” Stiles remarked. “It's very tempting, like an open invitation for anyone to get in,”
“It doesn't work like that,” Derek explained. “I mean, it only works with supernatural beings in human form like me, Peter or Lydia, for example. Not even Deaton could get in. And you have to read the inscription at the same time,”
“And what does it say?” Stiles asked, oblivious to the unknown fairy dialect.
“Place your hands here. Count to 10. Let the fairies take your worries away,” Peter translated it.
“Creepy,” Stiles winced. “What does it happen if you are just a simple human like me and do it anyway?”
Peter grinned. “It depends on whether the fairies’ magic considers you ‘worthy’. But usually your soul is dragged away and you may never come back to mortal world,”
Stiles shivered and Derek sensed a hint of fear coming from him.
“No humans reach this deep in the Preserve, so that’s unlikely to happen that often,” Peter commented.
“Don't worry. You're with us, so you're not going to get trapped in there.” Derek reassured Stiles, who smiled at the Alpha.
“You're ready?” Derek asked. When Stiles nodded, the Alpha put his right hand on the wood board and took Stiles’ hand with the left. Stiles, in turn, took Peter's hand. The older Hale came close and put his left hand on the other side of the wood board.
Stiles was nervous. It was the first time he would visit the fairy world in his physical form, no mental or psychological gimmicks. But Derek's presence, even Peter's, made his braveness and curiosity to the unknown overcome the fear and anxiety.
Once Derek read the inscription, it was like a small shockwave hit the three of them. Stiles felt his body vibrating in a unique and bizarre way, a repeated drum that reverberated through him. It didn't last more than a millisecond, though, vanishing as fast as it started.
Looking at the surroundings, they were basically at the same place and spot in the forest. However, the environment was considerably different, with deeper and thicker beds of moss, giant mushrooms 20 times its normal size, an eerie mist that drifted through ancient and giant trees, with ferns taller than a man. Stiles spotted a bright red light of what looks like a huge bonfire glowing a few yards away that was not there one second ago.
“Are you okay, Stiles?” Derek's voice broke his momentarily stupor. He nodded.
“Yeah, just a little dizzy,”
“That's normal for first timers,” Peter assured him. “It will pass quickly,”
“Can you walk?” Derek asked him. Stiles nodded.
The walk towards the red light took only a couple of minutes, shorter than it seemed. A trail of fairy rings guided the way, increasing more and more as they approached the main event. Then, they arrived at an incredibly large clearing. It was so wide, Stiles never saw anything like it.
In the center of it, a giant bonfire crackled with a magnetic enchanting glow, one of the most beautiful and whimsical shades of red and orange Stiles had ever seen.
Flying fairies, spirits, ethereal specters, gnomes, leprechauns, mountain ogres, crab-mushroom hybrids, walking living roots… All sorts of familiar and bizarre, strange creatures Stiles never saw before gathered around the bonfire. A number of uncountable jack-o'-lanterns made of turnips and pumpkins were scattered everywhere, over the moss, over the rocks, hanging off branches. A large group of cave trolls could be seen carrying heavy logs, feeding the bonfire. Curved hooded beings that resembled witches took care of cauldrons from which emanate a strong, somewhat enticing smell of whatever they’re cooking in. A giant pile of different grains, nuts, hazelnuts, almonds, mushrooms, roots and other vegetables were individually resting side by side at the border of the clearing. Bones of wild animals were cast into the communal fire, horned and fanged skulls of mortal and supernatural beasts gave a sense of macabre art deco to the ambiance. Ancient stones, dolmens, menhirs from celtic origin were placed around, some of them the remnants of gravestones. Stiles could even see the same triskelion of Derek’s back tattoo engraved in several of them.
“ Fáiltímid roimh Alpha Beacon Hills agus a phaca (We welcome the Alpha of Beacon Hills and his pack)” three androgynous elves approached them, bowing forward respectfully to Derek’s royal presence.
“ Go raibh maith agat. Gabhaim mo leithscéal as mo sháith (Thank you. I apologize for our tardiness)” Derek’s excuses made Peter roll his eyes. Stiles always thought Derek’s speaking fairy dialects was very cute.
The elves nodded, very sympathetic, extending out their hands. “ Lig dúinn an oíche a dhéanamh chomh taitneamhach agus is féidir le haghaidh do oirirce agus do phaca (Allow us to make the night as pleasant as possible for your eminence and your pack).
Derek bended forward and then proceeded to undress himself. Stiles choked out and looked at Peter, waiting for an explanation. He choked again when saw the older Hale was already shirtless, fumbling with his belt.
Blushing, Stiles let out a constrained, embarrassed laugh. He was not ready to be lost in the expanse of smooth skin and well-built Hale muscles suddenly before him. It's not like he had never seen Derek half-naked before, but it's always an event. And there’s Peter too, an extra to the boner lottery.
“This is part of the celebration. Before we start, we have to get rid of every material that comes from or is related to the mortal world.” Derek explained while removing his dark green Henley, the bonfire light making shadows on his muscled torso enrapturing Stiles’ attention. He swallowed hard when Derek unbuckled his pants, which fell down a few inches but got trapped by the sturdiness of his tights.
“This is for increasing our connection to the magic flow tonight, to be as blended in the fairy world as possible… I love this part,” smirking, Peter removed his boots and pushed down his own jeans.
Stiles gasped when he saw Peter’s underwear: a backless black pouch made from see-through stretch tulle . Unapologetic and sassy, there was nothing that screamed more Peter Hale than that. Stiles fought hard to not stare at Peter’s uncircumcised dick and hefty balls, perfectly visible through the sheer fabric.
“You’re not obliged to get naked, but it’s better if you do.” Derek said and Stiles wanted to die because what he saw almost gave him an aneurism: the Alpha was wearing nothing but a classical and sport jockstrap made from a jet black see-through sport mesh, with soft elastic straps wrapping his rear and a contoured pouch . It was way more discreet than Peter’s, but it left very little to imagination. Derek’s tantalizing six pack abs and adonis belt muscle that pointed down to his enticing and heavy crotch, a magnetic pull to Stiles’ eyes. Part of his mind was screaming to stop staring at it.
How is he supposed to undress himself sporting a huge boner? He watched as one of the elves grabbed Derek and Peter’s clothes and took them away.
“Stiles!” Derek’s voice brought his attention back. “Are you undressing or not?” the Alpha asked, hands resting on his waist, standing in all his naked glory and perfection allure. Stiles was sure that Derek’s marble-like carved body might be some of the seven wonders of the both mortal and fairy world.
“Yeah, yeah,” he stuttered, struggling with his clothes. He removed his hoodie, shirt, shoes and pants, keeping on his batman boxer briefs. Peter smirked and Derek had a funny smile curling on his mouth. Stiles felt ridiculous, especially next to the Hales exuding handsomeness and excessive sexiness.
The same elf carefully took away his clothes.
“We’ll have the clothes back once the Samhain has ended,” Derek explained.
“It’s not like you’re going to need them for the next few hours anyway,” Peter had a smug look plastered all over his face.
Stiles’ attention was diverted between his own shame and to the place he was trying very hard not to look: Derek’s unfair perfect body. So, he wasn’t getting all Peter’s sexual innuendos. The werewolf is weird anyway, he thought.
The Alpha’s thick and strong thighs made Stiles want desperately to run his hands up them. The stretch of his jockstrap across his hips, torturously emphasizing the shape of his round ass. He wondered how it would feel like on his hands, the sheer layer of hair over tanned skin covering the firm glutes. What would it feel like on his tongue, around his dick. He swallowed compulsively, his mouth now salivating.
“I see you’re finally getting in the mood. That’s excellent,” Peter whispered in his ear, and Stiles’ whole body shivered. He glanced down, gaping at his own boner obscenely stretching the fabric of his boxer.
Ashamed, he covered it with his hands. Derek blushed, trying not to stare at the teen’s erection and conceal his own desire.
Luckily for Derek, one of the elves spoke up, diverting his attention from Stiles’ sleek body. “ Is féidir linn an ceiliúradh a thosú ar do thoil (We may begin the celebration upon your will)”
Derek nodded, bent forward and followed the elves, Stiles and Peter a few steps behind them. It was the most torturous walk of Stiles’ life because he had a plain view of Derek’s muscled back, admiring the way it narrows down perfectly to his bubble ass that flexes up with each step.
“Derek’s glad you're here,” it was Peter’s voice that brought his attention back. “I know he’s not very good with words, but I can tell he appreciates your presence tonight,”
“Hmm, not sure about that, Peter. He didn’t even want me to come,” Stiles responded.
Peter smirked. “It is not because he doesn't like you. It is because of what's going to happen tonight. As an Alpha, he has certain duties, you know. He’s not ashamed of them, he enjoys it. It’s in his blood, it’s part of who he is. But he didn’t want to make you feel bad for witnessing it,”
“What’s exactly going to happen that could pester me?”
Stiles was not sure if he liked Peter’s smug look.
“Do you see all the creatures gathered around here tonight? Well, we are going to commune in every sense possible the word applies to. And Derek, as the alpha, is like the master of ceremonies,”
Stiles blinked at him, head tilting to the side.
“Everybody will feast, drink, play and have sex tonight. Freely and wantonly. Derek included.”
There was a moment of silence until Stiles spoke up.
“So, you’re telling me Derek has to have sex with every single creature here tonight?” he swallowed down hard at the mere thought of it.
“Not exactly,” Peter explained. “He is not obliged to do it. Anyone can propose and he’s free to accept or decline. But there are certain offers from certain beings he can’t turn down. This is why he didn’t want you to attend the Samhain.”
“I am sure he would decline every proposal, every single one of them. And maybe he will. But I think, for him, the problem are the ones he can’t ,”
Stiles was going to watch a supernatural orgy. With Derek leading it.
He was about to watch Derek having sex with the Beacon Hills supernatural community.