Title: The Shrine of the God
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Explicit Sex
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Relationships: Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Tags: Alternate Universe, God!Stiles, Established Relationship (Chris/Peter), Getting Together (Chris/Peter/Stiles), Post Apocalypse, Time Travel
Summary: They just wanted to fix the world; they needed a God to do it. Then the God just never left.
Word Count: 5,056
Beta: Grammarly



The shrine was something that Chris had been looking for for years. He had never thought that he would find it. Hell, he never thought that things would go the way they had, either. His father had nearly destroyed the world, and now things were a little chaotic, but there was talk of a God trapped in a shrine that would restore the world.

There was a debate between those still alive who tried to figure out what restoring the world meant, but Chris didn't care.

"Is that it?" Peter asked.

"Yes." Chris touched the face of the God. He knew that whatever the God looked like, it wasn't anything like that. It was a soft look for a God who was supposed to be all-powerful, who had gotten bored and sealed himself in there until it was time for him to live again.

"And we have to really jack off it?" Peter asked.

"Well, one of us does."

"You are doing it. I'll keep watch and protect your back."

Chris wanted to call him all heart, but he understood. There were those who didn't want them to find this. People who had risen to power during the upheaval and didn't want to let go. The supernatural ones, like Peter, just wanted the world back to normal, so there was no fear there, but there was a lot of fear in the humans who wanted to keep the power they had, which was about the way of it. Chris figured some supernaturals were the same, but the threats were the humans around here.

Walking around the statue, Chris tried to see if there was a place he could aim his spend and found nothing. So he walked around the front again and got his cock out. He hadn't jerked off in weeks, not like this. Not since Peter had come back from his last mission. Despite saying nothing about who they were to each other, they never strayed outside of each other.

"Jerking off yet?" Peter asked, his tone mocking.

"Be careful, or I'll not let you jerk me off for weeks."

"So rude," Peter said. The pout was evident in the tone of his voice.

It was strange to think that they could be just minutes away from the world being fixed.

How was the world going to look?

"Didyou remmber lube?"

Chris wanted to crack Peter over the head, but he had not, in fact, remembered what little lube there was left. The oils they made didn't always do well with the anal sex part of things, and it was just easier to hoard the lube for that part and use the oil to jack off.

A tube hit Chris in the back of the head, and so he picked that up. He found it was the oils they made and kept in the used lube bottles.

"Thanks."

Chris slicked up his and drew his cock out of his underwear. He didn't know what would happen to them if this didn't work.

The face on the stone was almost shifting, but Chris just put that down to how he was high on pleasure as he thought about Peter's hands on him. He thought about the last time they had indulged in Chris running and Peter catching him, fucking him where they landed.

Closing his eyes, Chris drew those thoughts more into his head. He wanted to have a good time with this, just in case the worst happened.

Chris could almost feel Peter's hands on him, and he opened his eyes to make sure when he realized that the face in the statute was actually visible. It wasn't stone. It looked like living and breathing flesh.

"Now you are mine," a voice said. It echoed around the room, and seconds later, a shot rang out.

Chris came, and he couldn't stop it. He had hit his peak, and there was nothing to be done.

A blinding light broke out of the stone. A second shot rang out, but it was softer like it was happening far away. Then, there were screams of pain and the sound that Chris knew from his nightmares.

Finally coming down, Chris' legs couldn't hold him up anymore. He started to fall, but hands caught him, and it was only the faint hint of claws that told him it was Peter who had him.

Chris didn't think he was like that for long, but when he came back, there was blood everywhere, and a young man was standing above them; he was also covered in blood. He was also naked. And far too hung to even be real.

"You didn't ask for that, but I take offense at my new believers being killed before they can ask for what they want."

"Thank you," Peter said when Chris said nothing.

"You are most welcome. Now, what are your names?"

Chris wanted to answer the pull that was there, but he was gone, too far gone to speak.

"Peter, and this one here is Chris. What did you do to him?"

"He's just coming off a really good orgasm. He will be just fine. Think of it like delaying for days and then finally letting yourself go. Do you have shelter somewhere? I expected the world to be more than this. Honestly, I thought I would come back in a shop with some young thing with his cock hanging out and shocked as fucking hell."

"You speak like us," Peter said.

"Yes, I don't have a grasp of your language, but I know enough from Chris' mind. There is a feedback loop between him and me that stopped the moment that he came, but before that, he was giving me his being. Things are jumbled, but the language is easy to learn for the most part. The history is not always...oh. I see. I see what you want as well."

"Why did you ask for our names then?" Peter asked.

"Because it's polite as to my name, well, there is no way for your mouths to speak it in any way that is easy without a lot of teaching about the vowels and constants of my people. So let's go with Mieczysław."

Chris wanted to know how that was easy to speak after only hearing it once.

"Now, kiss goodbye," the God said.

Chris opened his mouth to try and speak, but before he could, Peter was kissing him.

---

Chris woke up in bed, and he touched his face to and then all over his body. He looked around to find that he was back in the past in his house. He threw the covers off and headed out of the bedroom to see what was going on. A check of the time on the microwave showed it was just after ten in the morning. Chris could hear his daughter in the living room as she worked.

He stepped around to watch her. She was twenty. Still in college and getting ready for that. It was easy to see how young she was while Chris felt old. He knew everything that had happened. After a few minutes, he worked on getting coffee and then finding his cell phone. There were cell phones everywhere, and he figured that his phone was in his bedroom.

After acquiring his phone, Chris debated calling Peter. He knew the number for the man, or at least the one he would have in about two years when they first met and used until there were no such things as cell towers or phones anymore.

Just as Chris was about to start to dial the number, his phone rang, and the number on the screen was not one that he knew.

"Argent," Chris said.

"Chris," Peter said.

"What is this number?"

"The house phone here in Beacon Hills. My cell phone is dead, and I'm charging it. I just...it's the past, Christopher."

"It is. You are in Beacon Hills, and I'm in San Fran. Allison's in school right now, but she's out in two weeks; I think it is. We can rent a place for the summer and figure this out. Your family?"

"They are all here. It's just like it was before this all. The world went to hell quickly because of your father. I have no idea what it's going to be like. We need to figure this out."

Chris agreed, and they started to make plans.

---

Beacon Hills looked like Chris knew it did before it had blown up, literally. He had arrived after to find Peter pretty much alone, trying to find anyone who was alive and worth saving. It had been hard for Chris to see what his father had wrought, especially as the rest of the world started to fall after. What Chris had learned was that he needed to take care of his father at the first chance to make sure he was never able to destroy the world and that the supernatural beings that lived were part of everything.

The only thing that was vastly different from what Chris knew from Peter's accounting of life here before the Nemeton blew up was there was a new Sheriff. Well, he wasn't new, but he was alive where before he had died years and years before. That was long before Chris and Peter had come back, so it wasn't a change that could have happened.

"There are times I think this is a fake place," Peter said as he opened the door to Chris' car and slipped inside.

Peter looked different. He wasn't devastated and listless from having no pack.

"What's with the Sheriff?"

"I am not sure the guy is like I remember him from before the whole thing where he ended up dead. Talia always hated that she couldn't save him, but this time she did. He also stopped your father from taking Deucalion's eyes. There are a lot of changes. He was a deputy for longer in the original timeline, and this time, he made Sheriff a lot earlier, mostly from having found the corruption of the previous one a lot earlier and working to get an impeachment going."

"So that God put us back years after the change that saved the world. He had to have looked through our memories and figured out what was there that would do what he needed. There is also the fact that this time, the guy is married with a kid. Well, the kid's not...I haven't interacted with him much despite the fact that he comes by on occasion to hang with Cora."

"I'm also hung like a horse."

Chris looked to the side to see a deputy getting ready to lean in the window of Chris' car. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped when he saw the face. It was the same face. The God. This was the God.

"I figured that something else needed to change beyond sending the two of you back. Let me tell you that growing up, knowing what I know sucked. So the Sheriff's department got a call about a hooker and an out-of-towner in the lot. I'm just happy I was the closest to you because anyone else would have just come, lights blaring and interrupting whatever was going on. So, how about you get back in your car, Peter, and tonight, when I get off shift, I'll meet you at the house that Chris is renting." The God tapped the window and walked off without a single glance back at them.

Chris had no idea what to even think about this. He watched the God walk away and wondered what was so important about the area that the God was staying working as a deputy when he should be in college.

"Also, the son is working as a deputy during the summers since there is a higher need for them with the tourists that come for the Preserve."

"Preserve? It's just a normal...he changed it."

"Yeah, it's not that anymore. It's a massive nature preserve and state park. There are hikers and nature people everywhere."

"And the Nemeton is protected?"

"Yes."

Chris leaned back, but before he could get his thoughts, there was the chirp from a siren, so Peter made a face and got out of the car. Chris could tell from the set of Peter's shoulder and just the whole demeanor that Peter wanted to flip the guy off. Chris was just happy that Peter didn't. There was no telling what the God would do if Peter did something like that.

---

It wasn't until hours later, after Chris had made dinner and Peter had checked in with his entire family that the fact that they had no idea when the God was going to be showing up. Allison was out seeing if there was anything close to nightlife she could get in on with people her age.

"Do you think he just knows?" Chris asked.

"He learned the language when he was connected to you, but I have no idea how he just knows where you are staying now. I mean...unless he's still connected to you. Do you feel a connection?"

"No." Chris swallowed, and he looked at Peter before smiling. Despite being around each other for hours, carefully so that Allison never knew he was there, they had yet to touch.

Chris was afraid that if he did, he wouldn't stop.

"Christopher, I'm going to sit in your lap. Yes or no?"

Chris patted his lap, and before Peter could sit down, he spread his legs a little. Allison was distracted and wouldn't be home. If the God showed up, he could just watch.

"Have you thought about it much? What we had to do at the end?" Chris asked.

"No, and yes. I found a therapist here that could help me through it all. They are willing to cast spells to make sure that they cannot tell anyone anything about the sessions. It's a wonderful way to protect themselves as well as their clients." Peter rubbed his nose across Peter's cheek and just seemed to be content to sit in Chris' lap so far.

Being apart from Peter had sucked. Chris had hated it, but he had needed to make careful choices, and setting up the job with the Beacon County Sheriff's Department had taken a while. A little longer than he would like, but Allison had been all about coming here to see what was going on. She was used to moving around while during college, Chris left her alone more often than not; they weren't happy to be apart for too long unless Chris was working.

Of course, the death of Victoria when Alsison was younger had set about that one. It had been easy to just make sure that Allison was safer now that Chris knew the horrible things that could come.

Peter's hand gripped Chris' shirt, and he acted like he wasn't to try to crawl inside of Chris. Chris wrapped his arms around Peter and held on tightly.

"I'm sorry it took too long to get here. I plan on wooing you hard over the summer so that no one is shocked when you come back with me and my daughter when she goes back to college."

Peter laughed, and it sounded fragile. He didn't sound like he was okay at all. "They are alive, Chris."

"I know. And my family is going to be killed, but I'm okay with that. If that God hasn't gone after everyone yet, then I figure that he will once we are at the same time. Which is now, so that's an understandable thing. I wouldn't believe even him if he told me he was the one that killed them, and I didn't see it.'

"Well, your sister is dead. I know that one. He gutted her like a fish in front of people, but he was wearing a different face then."

"What? We've not heard anything from her for years. My father would know."

"She's considered missing. I never put it all together, but she tried the thing with Derek, but it started earlier than I thought. She came around once when Derek was alone in the Preserve, and he gutted her. Talia thought it was the protector of the Nemeton seeking vengeance."

"And you never put that together. Or did he stop you from putting it together?"

"I am not sure. I'm not upset. She was something that I couldn't think about too much after I came back, but then the family was fine, and things were fine. It was...hard to think about anything else once I started."

Chris knew that feeling well. He had been one who was more than willing to push things away if needed. He was more than happy to make sure that the threats were gone, but so many he wasn't sure of. The God had to know. He had to be the one to take care of that. "Do you think that you'll be happy with me?"

"Yes. I...it's not just the connection but inside." Peter laid his hand over his heart and then seemed to think about it and snagged Chris' hand to do the same before covering the hand with his own. "I have felt you in here since before. Whatever that God did to bring us back, he brought back the bond I have with you, as well as the bonds that I lost so long ago with my family. I checked to make sure I was still me, and I am. I was basically put back into this body, or the other me disappeared.

"Gods do what Gods will."

"You never did tell me much about the God even though I knew that you knew more than you let on about who he is."

"There was not a lot, but my father used to talk about an old God who was trapped. He had looked for him for years but then stopped, and I figured out it was when he found out that the God wasn't someone who was willing to do damage to innocents. The God would be more likely to kill him than anyone else."

"And you hoped that your intentions were good?"

"I wanted to save the world, Peter."

Peter leaned in, pressing his lips to Chris' and then deepening the kiss when Chris didn't move away from him. It wasn't long before Peter had his hand worked into Chris' pants, trying to get him out. Chris' jeans were too tight, so it wasn't a shock when Peter used a claw on each hand to split the jeans on either side of Chris' hips.

It had been something that they couldn't do as clothes were scarce, and while Peter could run around without them in their past, Chris could die from that. There had been nothing as fun as ripping clothes off each other in what had to be over a year and a half before they had moved around. Chris pushed Peter off him because while he wasn't above couch sex, that would be later when he knew for a fact that Allison wasn't going to be coming home.

Peter pushed off Chris all the way, and he took off for the second floor of the house. Chris followed Peter up to the second floor to find the man already naked on his bed. Chris wanted to roll his eyes, but he was more than willing to save that for when they were not dealing with skin hunger. Chris shut the door and locked it because even as an adult, Allison knew what a locked door meant.

Chris crawled onto the bed and sucked Peter's cock into his mouth. It was something he had missed. Peter tangled his fingers in Chris' hair and held Chris right where he wanted him. Chris knew him, and he knew when Peter was close. Despite being a Werewolf, Peter was too close way too soon for Chris' liking. He didn't slow down and swallowed down everything that Peter gave him.

"Been jerking off?" Peter asked.

"We went from nearly daily hand jobs at the minimum to nothing, so, yes. Daily, thinking about you." Chris followed the pull of hair to kiss Peter.

Peter could kiss for hours if he was inclined to do it. He would be happy doing it as well. The kind of thing that made him languid in a way they hadn't been able to get in the last six months of being in their past.

"What do you want?" Peter asked.

"I want to be fucked hard."

"Hmm, then I get to play on your belly." Peter waited for Chris to move before he got up and went to the bathroom. He came back with a towel that Chris got under himself before lying down again.

Chris listened as Peter did whatever he wanted to the room. It was barely set up with anything, but Chris had acquired a few toys to keep himself happy over the last few months. It was good to know that Peter felt comfortable there just because it was Chris' space.

The snap of the lube cap was the only warning that Chris had before Peter got on the bed. One of Peter's hands spread Chris' cheeks before he felt a single finger slipping inside of him. He loved that feeling of being full and knowing he was going to get more. Peter was rather large, and it was more than okay.

Chris groaned when the finger was pulled from him before two came back. Peter always took his time with this; with him already having had an orgasm, Peter would be more than willing to keep on for a while until Chris was ready to cry to get something else. It felt so much better than it had before. It was like the world had changed in some way.

"Ready?" Peter asked.

Chris nodded. He felt the head of Peter's cock as it brushed his entrance, but before he could push forward, the bed dipped.

"Naughty, naughty, not even inviting me in to do this or waiting for me."

Chris allowed as he knew that voice. He tried to push up to turn his head to look, but Peter was blocking him. He wondered if the God was holding down Peter to keep him where he was.

"And to think, I could just as easily slide in behind you, Peter, and fuck you at the same time as you are fucking Chris, or I could move you around to where we are both fucking him. Or I could just watch."

The bed moved again, and this time, Chris knew that the God had left the bed.

"Go ahead," the God said.

Peter pushed inside of Chris. It felt like every nerve ending was feeling it in ways that Chris had never felt before. It had to be the God.

"Entertain me, or you will never come," the God said.

Chris was lost in the pleasure as Peter fucked him hard and fast. It was the kind of fucking they had only really done when one of them had nearly died before. Chris had needed it. He needed to know he was loved. He needed to know he was claimed.

Peter came first, but Chris followed right after him.

"Well, I guess that was entertaining enough," the God said before he sat down on the bed. He touched Chris' head when Chris turned to look at him.

The God wasn't even naked.

"What do we call you?" Chris asked. He knew the God had told them a name, but it was so long ago, or at least it felt like it was so long ago. He had no idea what the name was he was given.

"Stiles is fine. He was named Mieczysław after his grandfather. It works since the last name is Stiles. I hadn't realized that the young boy who should have lived was the reason why this all happened. I made sure he lived, and things stayed the way they were supposed to." Stiles stood up from the bed and walked around it to head into the bathroom. "We can talk more later, and you two can start to learn how to please me."

Chris swallowed, and he wondered just what that meant. He turned to look back at Peter as he rolled to where his wolf could settle on top of his body, and they could kiss. This was more than enough for right now.

---

The whole of the town was a little odd; Chris would give it that. No one blinked at Peter, Chris, and Stiles walking around.

"Your father is on his way here. I can't really leave here for long, and even when I'm away at college as Stiles, I have to come back every other day and walk the Preserve. The Nemeton is greedy and is funneling magic all over the world to shore up its cracks. I dealt with the Nogitsune; that was the main reason why this town blew up. Your father tried to subdue it, and it blew up. It took out the Nemeton and too many ley lines. There was no way to come back from it."

"How do you know that?"

"The earth spoke to me when I first came out. You were a good basis for the worst of it, but the earth knew the rest of it."

"And you are going to stop my father?" Chris asked.

"I'm going to do a lot more than that. It was a world that was working toward not even having anything left. Magic created the world, and magic keeps it working. The first thing that I need to do is wake up the rest of my group. They need to have safety to wake them up. The more of us who are awake, the more the world will notice us, and then they can come for us. If I stay alone to deal with Gerard and the rest that will follow that, then I can easily make sure that I can kill them."

"How many of you are there?"

"I shouldn't say, not even to the two of you." Stiles smiled, and he stopped walking as the Sheriff stepped up to them.

Chris had no idea what to do as the Sheriff stared at them. He looked like he was a little bit pissed off, but then he smiled.

"Stiles," the Sheriff said.

"Daddio, how are you doing? Wanna go to dinner with us? I'm showing them around town."

"There is a group of Fae who have now taken over an area that is a preferred hiking trail. I expect you to fix that, do you hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll take Mom out with me, and we will take care of it. Where do you want them to go?"

"Talk to the Hales and find a place on their lands; it's best for all if they take up there."

Chris realized now what this God had done. He had made himself and his family part of this. He had slipped in and done what was needed.

There had been such a long shot about what would happen when Chris found that shrine. This wasn't anything like what he thought he was going to find, but he wasn't that upset about it.

"And bring the boyfriends around for dinner." The Sheriff didn't even wait for Stiles to say anything and was just gone, getting into his car.

"What does he think we are to you?"

"Oh, he knows exactly who I am. He understand that I did what I had to but that I do love him. I didn't have a father. I was born and left to wander the world to learn it when humans were still in caves. I scared them. It was hard to live like that after I had been brought to the place when I was a child running around. They assumed my tribe had been killed off until I started to do weird things. Then they thought that I had been left by my tribe because of it, and they left me. In the next group, it was easier to make sure they didn't think I was too weird. Still, it's been nice having him. I talked about the two men who I had found, the two men I had kept an eye on here. I am not that powerful with what I have been doing to keep the world from going to shit while I figure things out. It's nothing horrible, but I have to be safe while I'm doing this."

Chris hadn't thought that Stiles would have told anyone who he was. He hadn't thought it was possible, but he could see that having the Sheriff in the know would be best.

"Talia and I have a bet going. I knew the Sheriff knew about us, even before all of this." Peter looked happy about that one.

"Anyone else know about you?"

"No. Well, yes, but he's long gone now. Deaton, the guy who used to be the vet and Talia's emissary. I got him the hell out of here."

"And you think we will invite you into our relationship?" Peter asked.

"Well, you don't have to, but you did say I could watch before."

"You were listening," Chris said.

"I was. It's what I like to do. Of course, listening to you jerking off for months has made me seek out things I didn't think I would. College was easy to learn how to like sex just for sex, not just the feedback I get from people who would come up and jerk off on my shrine. That's how I can find you anywhere, and since you are connected with him, I could find him as well."

Chris wondered how long it would take for the God to be bored with them. He had no idea what they were going to do, but Chris was in for Stiles and seeing what would or wouldn't come of it.

He looked at Peter and saw how intrigued he was about it all. It was going to get interesting.

The End