unconventionaltechniques | Felix and Peter

Felix and Peter

Felix comes from a well known Italian family who held the respect, and the fear, of their region for many years. Felix celebrated living the life his family's reputation afford him, working a mixture of alchemy and science that was nothing short of magic to help the family. It was that skill that brought him to the attention of the CIA and the organization that put together the Black Ravens. To be celebrated for his "magic" with chemicals was not something he was willing to turn down.

Peter was a devoted second in command to his family. A deadly enforcer with a set of custom claws that could sever a spinal cord or rip out a throat. When his family was murdered by another criminal organization, he slaughtered the people that had done it, and every single member of the family whether they were involved or not. He had been facing prison, likely the death penalty, when someone stepped in. That person gave him a choice. Return to his trial, or begin training for the Ravens. A chance to protect others and make sure they didn't watch their family slaughtered before them? He jumped at the chance.

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"History tells me men can bond in ways that don't involve pulling out your dicks."

"How crass," Felix says with a delighted smile before chuckling. Although the interruption is annoying, it's helpful for Felix to take stock of what exactly is happening here.

While his senses aren't nearly as strong as a wolf's or another shifter, he still has a better nose than the man driving them. And he has to say, he loves the way Peter smells. Night time mixed with smoke and amber. It's addicting.

"I've never met a wolf that doesn't smell overwhelmingly like wet dog," he says, with a teasing uplift of his mouth."

"Wisdom tells me you haven't done enough true bonding, and also that you're really boring in bed if that's where you think this was heading," Peter snaps back. "And given you roll for wisdom and not history, I think I'm right."

Peter settles back in his seat though and then, because he can't let them win, he turns slightly and slides his legs over Felix's lap.

It just feels right and he can't help the need to be close to him that he feels to his bones.

"And what do I smell like then?"

He can't help but ask, because it is hitting him that this might be so bad, and nothing he had planned for... and given how he's feeling, he's not sure he's upset with that either.

Keep it in your pants, gentlemen. At least until you get to the bloody safe house.

Felix chuckles and rests his hand on Peter's legs, rubbing it through the fabric. It felt right and he cared not one bit about what others may think of him or them. Of course they would have a job to do and he would always be professional but Peter was a surprise.

A delightful surprise.

"Like nighttime, smoke and amber," he says, looking at him, feeling a closeness to his wolf than he has with anyone in a very long time.

If ever.

"What do I smell like?"

It's easy and comfortable with Felix. Which was weird, and should worry Peter a lot, but he hasn't been close to anyone in such a long time that it feels amazing just to have this. Thinking about the future might bring just with them working together and seeing where all of this led.

"Lightning," he says without hesitating. "Like the ozone in the air right before a strike. Like copper all sharp and tangy. Like earth and life," he says. It's so much more, A million things to his sensitive nose, but that's what it all makes him think about.

People have been known to gravitate to Felix over the years. Truth be told, he always assumed it was due to his power levels that normal humans somehow pick up on. But this, with Peter, is deferent. There's a connection there that he can't quite explain. While of course he's heard of mates in their community, coming across someone who fits him so perfectly has not been his experience.

This, with Peter, again, is different. There's something here. Something he can practically taste and feel deep in his bones. Does Peter feel it too?

He surely must.

"So together we must smell like a power couple," he muses with a please smile, leaning in so he can nuzzle at his jaw line.

He shouldn't give into this. He should bail from everything and if they choose to kill him, then so be it. He can feel it, some kind of draw for Felix that he can't keep himself from. He wants to give in to it all, no matter how dangerous that could be with the possibility that this witch is his mate. Dangerous for both of them.

"I get the feeling that is exactly what we must be," he says, leaving off the scent. "I'm not the only one, right?"

Fuck, if he's misreading this, or somehow it's one sided, he has no idea what he's going to do.

"No, you're not the only one," he says slowly.

In all the years he's been alive, he never thought he'd find himself a mate. Let alone consider who it would be. And yet, here they are. There's no other reason that would describe this connection with the man already.

"I never imagined I'd find someone like you and this connection," he says, considering the other man. If there was one thing that was for. Gods help whoever even tried to come in between them. As a formidable witch, his power wasn't to be taken lightly.

But come between an alpha wolf and his mate? Enemies will wish for death. At least, that's what he's always heard.

He's not panicking. He's not denying it. That's a good start. Except he doesn't know the life Peter's lived, the man he became after the death of his family and pack... or what he'd done to become an alpha.

But did any of that chance it was already predestined. Even if Felix despised him knowing the truth, it didn't change the truth.

He leans in, brushing his nose against Felix's jaw, along the tender spot under his ear. Inhaling his scent and letting it seem to wrap around him, sink into him, become part of him.

"You are mine," he whispers, unable to help himself, a shimmer of magic rippling out from them at that claiming statement.

It didn't matter that he was possibly bringing down Hell for both of them. He needed to say those words, even as he waits to see what Felix's reaction might be to it.

Felix has lived a long life. Perhaps not as long as some of his family members but all the same, some things simply don't shock him anymore.

In the supernatural world, as far as he sees it (though again, some of his family members would strongly disagree), they all have literal and figurative skeletons in their closets that they're either proud of or ashamed of. He had both.

Someone who is supposed to fit him perfectly like mates? He only assumes will be similar.

Felix tilts his head for Peter's nose, making a low noise. "Yours," he agrees. "Just as you're mine."

There's no way these bastards that brought them together for this could have known what they had done. It would make them an amazing team for what it is they want them to do. It would make them more than partners. They take that step and they would be bonded, together, and it would take a lot for anyone to take them down and or take them out.

But if they ever tried to undermine them, they wouldn't be able to take them apart. Ever.

And damn but he ached for it. His wolf wanted to bite him right there. No talks. Nothing. Just to gave him. But in the end, he knows he can't do that. It's now how to make this work for them.

But damn he wanted it.

He wanted to feel him, and taste him, and the way he is leaning in toward Felix as his fangs extend and his eyes glow brilliant blue.

"And so then do we get to explore where this might go?"

He suspects Felix wants to as much as he does.

Felix's eyes flash a violet in response to Peter's wolf coming to the surface. "What kind of question is that, mio lupo? Of course, we must explore where this will go."

There wasn't really a question of 'might' for Felix. If they had a bond like he suspected they had, there was no other option, was there?

Peter was it for him like he was it for Peter.

And these stupid bastards will be dumb even to attempt to pull them apart.

"Some might run," he admits though being called his wolf makes Peter shiver, eyes closing for a moment. "Especially seeing blue eyes. Though I have a secret to show you when they're not on top of us."

He has the red of an alpha as well, but that he's kept secret from everyone. Everyone except Felix. If he's Peter's mate, he needs to know.

"I never looked for mine," he admits. "Didn't think I needed to worry about it."

And he didn't, because the universe brought him here, after all.

"Vigliacco," he says. "But, I am not 'some'."

Felix watches Peter's eyes close and shiver at his words and can't help but feel pleased by that.

When he mentions showing him something when they're alone, Felix smiles. "I look forward to it."

He shakes his head. "No, me neither. I thought if the person hadn't come my way so far, I didn't have one. But here you are."

"I don't like owing them for this," he says, settling back in close to Felix, sullen about that idea. He didn't like owing anyone but while he's here mostly of his own free will... he also isn't so sure they had a choice in it. At least Peter didn't since they hinted at a lot and he didn't truly know how much they knew of all he had done.

"Here I am," he repeats with a grin, feeling the ache of the wolf close beneath his skin and yet there's a comfort there he's never known. An ease where he feels comfortable with that nearness. Not like it's raging to get out but because this is where it's meant to be.

"You done government work before?"

Felix snorts. "No, I don't like owing them for anything," he agrees and settles in next to him. "Especially not for this."

Perhaps they knew more about him than he expected they did. He was sure they had someone on their team who was familiar with the comings and goings of the paranormal world.

"If you mean throwing a wrench in their carefully crafted plan or barely constructed plan glued together with hopes and dreams then sì, I have. But not in an official capacity like this. Have you?"

He can't imagine they could have known they would be mates. Even if they could find ways to connect what they were, that they wouldn't likely kill one another upon meeting. He knows there's some that could happen with. Witches work with hunters, after all.

But this one was his mate. Fuck. Would be. Could be. If they acted on it. Fucking hell, he had no idea what to do with it all.

"No. Never. I was dealing with my family for a long time and then I was in a coma due to murderous hunters not caring if they took out a peaceful family and their kids."

Felix blinks before looking at Peter with a raised eyebrow. "What?"

If there was one thing that Felix didn't tolerate, it was hunters who took out innocent shifter families without bothering to do any sort of checks and balances.

It infuriated him.

And to know, this man - someone who would be... could be his mate was in a bloody coma due to their actions was even more so. What the hell happened?

He wanted to demand that he tell him everything but he knew he didn't exactly have the right (at this time) to demand such a thing.

Right?

He knew he had to throw this out there. Before they got too deep. Who he is, what he's been through, and how he got here.

"This bitch seduced my nephew, found out where we stayed for the full moon. I was one of only a handful who didn't have to be chained for the full moon. I was their protector."

He stopped as he choked on the words. He usually didn't talk about it, not all the details, not with anyone. This was Felix though, who was suddenly someone in his life that mattered. Who would one day meet his family, he realizes.

"They barred the door, and threw in molotov cocktails. I was found unconscious on the steps by the fire department. They said I had clawed at the door, they couldn't figure out how I left those marks." He pauses, glancing away. "No one else made it. It was years before I was able to heal myself enough to wake up."

Felix's eyes flash violet, betraying the simmering rage at Peter's story. "One day, I will help you with them," he says, an arm wrapping around Peter, not caring in the least that they'd only just met mere hours ago.

He knows they're listening in and truly, would they expect anything else from two supernatural beings? If they did, they were delusional.

"I am glad you made it."

Peter has never really known comfort in his life. Not before he lost his family and certainly not since then. So to hear the fierce promise in Felix's tones, the way he gives Peter comfort in that moment, it means more to him than he could have realized it would.

He shifts, turning into that embrace and pressing his face against Felix's shoulder. In part needing the comfort and in part so that the other was the only one that heard him.

"I am stronger than this. I swear. I have never told anyone what happened to them. Others know because of information in our town but I've never said it in so many words. I murdered others after I woke up. Made even family pay for it, because they weren't there for anyone either. Wanted to come in and be alpha and never had to do anything for it. I wasn't going to let that happen."

Felix tightens his arm around him and presses his nose into his hair, breathing him in.

"I know you are," he says. Somehow, he had zero doubt how strong his mate was. They were made for each other after all, right?

He smiles at his words. Not because it was funny but because it was something he would have done in his shoes. "No less than I would have done in your place," he assures him.

"I don't speak to those in my family line because they disagree with my methods and consider me a 'dark' witch, opposed to their 'light'."

"So by dark they mean get shit done and not letting people walk all over you, I assume?"

It felt so right to be like this. Curled up in Felix, wrapped up in his scent, and Peter aches for more of this. He'd never thought he'd have a mate, honestly thought any possibility of it lost in those intervening years while he had fought to recover in a hospital alone.

And yet here was his mate, and perfect for him in every way so far. He has no doubt in every way.

"Do you want to know why I agreed to come here and do this?" He doesn't wait for an answer. "Because now they will never have an alpha, and they can all deal with it however they can."

Because he'd brought it with him, part of him. Not knowing a true alpha would come to the city, but then he was saving them from Derek as an alpha, so there's that.

"Naturally," he says, nuzzling at the top of his head and exhales a breath. "Unless someone forces their hand, they would rather hide and live their lives without getting involved with mundane affairs. Pathetic, really."

This, with Peter, felt right. Having him pressed in close to him as they move through his native country side. It was home.

He hums low when Peter asks him the question and smiles when he doesn't bother waiting for a response before answering. "Then it is no less than they deserve."

"Yeah that method only works that way until they come for you and yours. Then it doesn't matter how clean and well you've lived your life not harming anyone. You still all die. It's what happened to my sister's pack as well. They thought they could live in their bubble and no one would think anything of what they were. Until the hunters came."

He wasn't sure he would ever tell anyone about his status, that he had killed and taken it and then left with it. Telling Felix though felt right though.

Snuggling in closer, he ached for more, though being in the car where they were he knew now wasn't the time. "I can't wait to have you alone in whatever villa they're putting us up in. Once we figure out most of their devices and disarms them, at least."

"Exactly," Felix agrees, his fingers idly tracing up and down his arm. "Our family may be long lived but no one lives forever." Despite his families best efforts.

His arm tightens around Peter, wanting and needing more but soon, they will be alone. "Agreed," he says and presses a kiss to the top of his head. "I look forward to this."

Felix and Peter

LOL not at all! And I can see that from both sides too! F&P because of who they are and the handlers

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Handwave when they get there?

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