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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"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."

It's not surprising that they're taking them far away from the city. Logically, for all they've promised their future together to be, it makes sense to want them as far from the city and the noise -literal and psychic - as they can.

It doesn't mean that Peter feels any more settled about it than he did in the beginning. Not with what they want, at least. Things with Felix are something else entirely.

They had called it a villa but Peter has no idea what he was expecting but the place was massive and old and yet perfectly maintained.

"Now they're just showing off," he teased as they headed inside. It didn't take long to disable what they could, though he suspects that isn't all of it. He sighs, just thinking about that.

"Why does it feel like all of that was way too easy?"

Felix won't feel entirely settled until he can add his own warding on their accommodations while allowing their "handlers" in as necessary. He's not sure he'll be able to get away with not allowing them.

He looks around the villa and hums in consideration.

"Likely... how they say, seized it from one of the families of Italy," he muses, looking at Peter with an amused look.

"Sì, because it does feel that way," he agrees and walks further into the villa as their things are dropped off just inside the doorway.

Peter considers that, head canting back to try and catch the scents of the place. Things beyond the things they'd used to clean this place, all that was normal and what might be beneath it.

He took a few steps, considering before shaking his head. "I don't sense anything beyond human." He looks to Felix.

For a moment he's just struck but how powerful and handsome he is... and he's Peter's mate. What the hell was his life now in a single drive?

He shakes his head to think about more than Felix. "Do you know the area or anyone that was here?"

"I don't sense anything either. But, I will pull together a few things and see if it can locate any wards or charms. No doubt they have the place bugged in places we haven't thought of," he says, looking around before turning his attention back to Peter.

He'd dreaded the day, knowing he'd be selling his life to Italy's highest bidder and yet... it turned out to be so much more than that.

It brought him Peter.

"I knew a couple of families in the area a decade or two ago but no one current."

"We can take our time, find what we can. I'm sure we won't find any of them but it's pretty obvious they really didn't prepare for who and what we are. If they didn't with the guards back there, they likely didn't here either."

Which meant places they thought were hidden enough likely weren't. Not from them.

"Someone you want to be in touch with, or don't want knowing you're here at all?"

Because Peter understood that well. He was in Italy. No one but the program and Felix knew where he was. It was like a dream.

"Sì, we are here for a while," he agrees, still looking around the common area for a moment before turning to face Peter. "If anything, it's something small." And something that wouldn't take much to break with their strength.

But he's not saying that out loud. Not if there are still listening ears around.

He chuckles low at the question and walks over to him. "If both families are still around - one had a line of terrific cooks and a winery attached so we will be fed and have plenty of drink, should we get there. The other could be useful in other ways. But neither of which I'm overly eager to see and be in touch with even if it were allowed."

Not when he had this man to himself for the foreseeable future.

Well, to himself and the program.

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Handwave when they get there?

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