Black Lion [#3]

"So, you and uncle creepy are Mates, like, One-for-life type of thing?"

"Well, yes, but actually no- Us, Lions, are naturally promiscuous, but I'm a little different you see?" Heracles scratched his chin while his other hand held the deeply asleep Peter Hale on his lap, after their log lovemaking session he came back to Beacon Hills, NorCal, to resume his talking with the Hale Pack: "I can be the only one he wants, but if he wants someone else in our relationship, I'm fine with it, we would need to talk about it, set boundaries, and work to make the relationship work." The Little Spark hummed and nodded, the Banshee beside him looked a little weary of the man in his arms, but he underestood why: "Well, after you explained to me what happened to him... I can, with certainty, say that his mind was corrupted by him going feral and he suffered from Soul Separation Syndrome after he was reborn."

These words seemed to peek the interest of the little fae thing who narrowed her eyes at him, while the Little Spark had a notebook in hand as he scrambled all information he was receiving in notes- His Mate, the Alpha of the pack, not liking his proximity to the boy one bit: "What do you mean by that?" Heracles smirked at her before his spark came to life, his eyes glowing for a speck of a second in a dark light as shadows moved and a panel appeared- Illusions showing a little chibi version of his Mate, Peter Hale, crawling out of the ground in a rather cute way: "When you are reborn, or when your soul gets back inside your body after being a long time outside it, there's a little side effect we call SSS, or Soul Separation Syndrome, where the body feels like you are hollow, without a soul, and your soul feels free, without a body-" The panel changed, this time showing a small white ghost and a black body lying on the ground with xs for eyes: "When someone dies, their soul leaves their body and depending on many circumstances, they can go to Valhalla, Heaven, Hell, Purgatorium, Gehenna, Elysium, and many other afterlives and other shit like that-"

He ignored the clear shock on the wolves faces as they all watched the panels change, showing some images from said afterlife dimensions: Hwaven, an endless golden city full of white clouds, Hell, a pit full of blue flames and screaming souls but also parties and hot demons, Purgatoium was a long grey hallway, full of souls that stretched on for thousands if not millions of kilometers, Valhalla was a giant place, tables scattered around with tables, food, wine, a never-ending party for warriors! Elysium was beautiful garden, full of flowers and transparent skeletal animals alongside heroes of the past, and at last but not least, Gehenna was an endless pit full of darkness and screams.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter right now... What matters is that for few months or so, his soul and body will feel disconnected, which leads to imbalance on the mind and whatnot, but it can e easily healed with a potion, ot even my your werewolf bond things, which brings us to our next topic of this meeting: The Druid." There was a momentary pause and silence before Derek huffed: "Deaton?" Stiles scoffed under his breath while saying: "Cryptic asshole that doesn't say shit-" His voice was cut short by Heracles' chuckle and hand, that patted the head of the weaker and smaller boy, earning him a warning growl from the Alpha: "Oh, relax puppy- i won't steal away your mate." There was silence before Stiles, Little Spark, turned slowly and looked at the red face of the alpha who was blushing hard: "I... Mate?"

"You didn't know?" The shaking of the head was all he needed as an answer, he turned to the brooding werewolf and let out a sigh: "You're stupid... Fucking young people, thinking they got all the fucking time in the world... Just, i don't know, get drunk, use drugs, fuck or something!" He raised his hands to the air with an exaggerated gesture that ended up making Peter stir in his arms: "Just live, live before you loose." He sounded like he was talking from experience, which was terrifying in many levels: "So... Deaton?" And back to the topic they were, but there was this awkward atmosphere around them as Peter slowly came to consciousness: "The Druid isn't your Emissary, is he, Stupid Alpha?" There was a groan coming from Derek and a snort from Stiles, the pack decided to keep quiet and not chime in, this was already awkward enough and the newly mates couple smelled so strongly of each other that it made Derek's wolf angsty: "He isn't Stupidwolf's, i mean, Derek's Emissary, no. The Pack doesn't have one."

"Wait, aren't you the Emissary Little Spark?"

"I'm a human though, i can't be an Emissary?"

"And whobwas such fool to tell you that you can't be pack because you are human? In fact, the most powerful people i know are human- Wilding magic, sure, enchanted? Of course, a trained red haired assassin for a secret organization? An archer even better than all the hunters? Sure." Pushing his nose against the exposed neck of his mate and inhaling their scent together, Heracles turned and told the little spark that smelled of hope, insecurity, anxiety, and sadness as he said: "But they all are human in essence, they're the powerhouses this world has against metaphysical, supernatural, and physical threats... I mean, the Avengers are a little mean, te Ancient One is a prick, the Panther king doesn't like lions, and I'm pretty sure i managed to piss off at least a couple hunter families... Many humans, all human, they are all human and i am very much so intimated by many of them." His claws tapped against the sofa he sat on, his Mate nuzzled his beard closer to him, scent marking him even more than they already smelled of each other! Stiles, however, noticed a small, little dark blue glow beneath the nails of the Werelion (Like, that's so weird! Werelions were a thing apparently?) and grew curious-

"Hey, Léon?" Heracles "Call me Léon, only my mate can call me Heris, Heracles, Heron, or any other variants" Aíttitos Léon turned to look at the little spark as he looked at his claws- "Oh, this?" He spread the open and they all saw, the weak, faintest glow as they tapped against any surface: "It's actually really neat y'know... After going through hell to get them, of course, they're Vibranium infused alongside Adamantine in there too... I think steel too? Or maybe it was, like, granites... It's been a few years since they burned my bones and injected them with liquid metal... It hurt, but being essentially immortal makes it hard to die y'know? Even more so when your skeleton is basically a kinetic energy absorbent, it took me a while to learn how to control the release of pent up energy though." He talked about being tortured as if he was talking about the weather! It stunned them for a second, Stiles clearly too excited to learn more about things and with many, many questions that his eyes practically glowed-

Oh no, they were glowing.

"Huh, so your Natural Element is Light? That's quite something little spark." Léon smirked at the young boy (who definitely did not blush Shut up) when his Mate woke up completely- Peter had this languid and relaxed expression on his face as his chest rumbled with sound, Heracles responding in a purr of his own- Curiously enough, Lions cannot purr, but because he is in human form, he has the right muscles to vibrate his vocal cords just right to make purring possible! "Hi." Peter replied bashfully, a little sleepy and still on the long afterglow of the many, many orgasms and dry orgasms he had from being fucked over 55 times by the man now holding him! He smelled so good in a peaceful mixture between their scents that it settled his inner wolf in a way that he hasn't felt in so many years.

He actually smiled, he let his mask down, he let himself be vulnerable for a second: "Hi, baby." His mate, his handsome, handsome mate smiled so gently to him that he felt like he was in heaven- "This is literally so sweet i might puke." Instantly, Peter tensed as he realized that they weren't, in fact, alone at all- He turned to look around and smelled the pack of his nephew around, he was in the loft and was surrounded by everyone! "Don't worry baby, I'll blind them if you want me to." Léon chuckled before Lydia just sighed as Isaac, the one Léon thought as a puppy, asked: "So wait... you're an alpha, has magic powers, can fully shift, has metal for bones, was tortured, and is mated to Peter? Your luck is very strange." Peter felt vulnerable for a second, his wolf had started to influence his feelings too much recently (something that hasn't happened ever since he was reborn) and he turned to snarl at Isaac, but he was stopped by a big and warm hand on his neck, massaging him gently: "Yeah, I'm very lucky to find my mate after.... It's 2014 now right? So it's been 92 years since i was born, huh, I'm an old man."

"So you fought with Captain America in the war!?" Stiles asked, seriously curious right now, but Heracles just shook his head: "Not really- i mean, i fought him yes, but we weren't exactly on the same side... Hydra y'know? Big bad organization? Yeah, Hunters aren't the only ones that fucked me up- Oh, i know there were two Hales that actually were on the Howling Commando under Steve Roger's orders, i remember fighting Robertson Hale and Henric Hale... if I'm not wrong i have their claws with me too." It was Derek's and Peter's turn to be speechless for a few seconds, Derek and Peter knew that Robertson and Henric Hale were considered war heroes by their family who died in service of the United States of America in aiding the war efforts, they even had a squad named the Howling Commandos for them, members of this squad were mainly Werewolves actually!

"So... You're 92? Want me to call you daddy now?" Not knowing exactly what to say to the information that his MATE might've actually killed his ancestors, he decided to react in a way that would catch him off-guard- Flirting. However, the results of such teasingly flirtatious poke was met with the musky and heavy scent of arousal coming from Heracles: "Do you want me to call you my baby boy?" Well, Peter wasn't opposed to it, he inhaled the scent of his Mate's arousal- It was really strong, since he was an Alpha and really strong too, so his scent was heavy and Peter saw how all the werewolves besides him gag for a second as they smelled what could be disgusting for their sensitive nose.

Since the scent was for his and his wolf's enjoyment alone and no one else's.

"Okay, no kinky talking- Are we seriously going to ignore that he just said he worked for Hydra? No one's freaking out? Just me?" Stiles waved his hands around before pointing at him, he turned to Derek only to see him with a very constipated face: "Hey, Derek?" His eyes traced around and he saw everyone very much frowning, he approached Derek to ask what was going on when the larger man pulled him into his embrace and sniffed him hard- It was sudden and he didn't know how to react for a second, but thankfully Peter came to his rescue: "Ah, my nephew's just scent marking you, as well as absorbing your scent so he can ignore my Mate's... strong smell, since he's an Alpha, close to you, and well..."

"Shut up, Peter." Derek growled at his uncle, making Heracles just look at him for a second before a rumbling noise echoed in the room that made all wolves stop- Heracles huffed at them before burying his face in Peter's hair, he decided to take him out to a date later, if he can walk by then.

-Author Note-

Peter's hot, in this fic he's a little bit more hairy, since werewolves need their fur.