The first bomb aimed at his ship caught him unaware. Stiles snarled in anger as that was the only free shot anyone would ever get at his ship. He felt the Void in his nature coming to the fore, if someone wanted a fight with him.

Bring it.

He would give them a true taste of chaos. He was way better at it. He'd made chaos into an art form over the last few years. He was glad that Peter was down below deck during this encounter. The last thing he needed was a distraction in the form of a blue-eyed menace of a werewolf. Stiles could seduce him later ... After he'd killed the edjits aiming at his boat.

Stiles used his spyglass to see who had the temerity to shoot at his boat. He couldn't help his bright eye smile,

"It's Deucalion!"

Perfect. That was the first bit of good news in this entire disaster. Stiles had moderated his response thinking it may be the British Navy. As it was just the dread pirate Deucalion - he could kill him extra hard. In fact the British Navy would reward him for killing Deucalion ... Maybe. If they could get over the fact he was a filthy pirate.

"Lydia make them pay!"

He adored his red-headed friend. If Stiles had liked the female persuasion, he would have found all the treasure in the world to keep her at his side. Lydia was one hell of a woman and he felt she was born out of her time. She was clever than most men and in a pinch - her scream could get you out of a jam.

He could see Lydia's evil smirk despite the wind and the rain. She was the armoury expert on his ship and her order's obeyed as if she was Stiles. "Load the howler!"

Peter would give his claws for a weapon like the howler. It would make even hunters think twice about hunting the wolves. He watched as the devilish red haired woman made the order. She was a genius! The bomb had burrowed into the hull. He had assumed it was a dud to begin with.

It was so not.

The bomb burrowed into the hull and then exploded. The ship shattered into tiny pieces. It was beauty in its most destructive form. Way better than any firework celebration Talia organised.

Cheers rang across the deck. Peter could see it was an overwhelming victory for the pirate crew. Almost as if by magic the storm that had settled over the ship with the first shot dissipated.

"Clear my ship up!" Stiles ordered but in a good mood.

"Aye aye captain!"

Peter watched as the amber eyed enigma came below deck. It was incredible to watch as the shadows disappeared around his eyes. The Captain was way too pretty for his own good. It didn't help that he was flush with victory. Peter wanted to nibble on those cherry red lips and see if they tasted as sweet as they looked.

"We won!"

Peter chuckled, "Yes you did. Deucalion has been a thorn in my pack's side for quite a while."

Stiles snorted, "He's more than a damn thorn." He knew it might not be good taste but added, "On the upside he's dead."

"That he is." Peter decided for once to play a big gamble and was honest. "I would like to get to know you."

Stiles fluttered his eyelashes, "But you are a Lord ..." If Peter was serious then he should learn that he was an asshole. "... and I'm a dirty pirate."

"Is that supposed to put me off?" Peter took a liberty and pulled the captain closer into an intimate embrace. He knew he was smirking, "You've read about me in the paper." Peter was serious and he wanted Stiles to see that was true.

Stiles saw Peter's look change, dare he saw the infamous scoundrel looked earnest. Oh boy was the werewolf was smooth. He was saying this when he himself was a Nogitsune. He gripped Peter's hand in his, "Let me show you my ship."

Peter could see Stiles' love for his ship and crew as he got the tour. Peter could tell this was no ordinary ship and he said this as a werewolf. The crew were not Navy and yet they had more respect and discipline than Argent's ship. He gave an honest assessment when he said, "This is impressive," to Stiles.

It was worth it for the bright smile it earned Peter. If he was being honest he was struggling to reconcile a few things. He knew Stiles' reputation was on par with his own when it came to notoriety. The Nogitsune reigned terror down on heads who made the mistake of crossing him. Yet, here was a young Captain who looked after a pack and was trying to help him. Peter decided to got with his gut and went with it. His wolf was screaming things like mate at him.

Peter was finding it harder and harder to remember he was a gentleman as Talia kept reminding him. Every time the Captain smiled, Peter wanted to do terrible debauched things to him. He was trying to wait until they at least had dinner.

Stiles responded to the compliment with a smirk, "Flatterer." The blush gave away how pleased he was by the comment.

Peter smirked, "No for once I speak nothing but the truth."

"I bet you say that to all your captors," was the sarcastic response from the pretty Captain.

"None of them were as pretty as you." Peter assured him.

Stiles pouted, he was a pirate. He was not pretty as he was not a girl. This was not how he imagined his day going. He had had such a perfect plan too. Lord Peter Hale was definitely not the plan but he was one Stiles was getting behind.

The Lord was circling him, "Don't pout like that ... You make me forget I am suppose to be a gentleman."

Stiles bit a lip. He knew what Peter was offering here and God did he want it. He could admit if only to himself, the Lord hit everyone of his likes. They were now at Stiles' cabin and he had no compunction in bringing Peter inside. He went straight for his drink chest and pulled two generous tumblers. He held one up to his kind-of-guest, "Rum?"

Peter raised his glass, "To dead enemies!"

Stiles grinned, "Here here."

The silence that followed should have been awkward but it wasn't. Peter had observed several things since coming on board. First thing was Stiles cared about his crew and they were loyal in return. In fact, the crew looked at the Captain like he was there Alpha. Peter found himself wanting to help the young captain. Well it might be helping, or, just the chance to stay close and seduce the Captain. All his instincts were still screaming mate.

Peter sat back, lounging like this was his cabin and not Stiles'. "So tell me ... Why did your crew steal me?"

Stiles could hear the curiosity in Peter's voice. He had a good solid plan. He'd planned on just taking the Hale artefact and avoiding all the drama. Plus, he was not too sure how werewolves would greet him. He'd found that supernatural creatures tended to love or loathe him. With Peter's help, it might be that he would get the artefact handed to him. No stealing - It was a novel concept for the pirate. Stiles slid next to Peter on his seat and having nothing to lose explained the story of how his crew came to him.

Stiles finished telling the story and Peter knew he was in trouble. He was incredible and didn't even know it. Stiles could do anything with his powers and he chose to nurture a feral crew of werewolves. Lust was growing into something far greater and far scarier.

Peter had been with the pirate crew for a few days and there had been no sign of his family. He would be lying if he had to pretend to be sad. He wasn't.

Stiles was something else. They had slept together on the first night not wanting to deny themselves pleasure. They found much to their consternation that even after one spectacular night of sex. Where they would admit to enjoying many bouts in many positions. It was a match made in heaven (or maybe something else) as Stiles was insatiable and Peter was a werewolf.

Peter was not awoke in a pleasant way. A crying shame considering his bed companion instead he heard a loud screech. For many, they would assume a bird, or, some terrible creature was rising from the depths of the sea. Peter knew better even after only a few days, "How has Jackson upset the fair Lydia?"

Stiles awoke frowning. He should be able to wake up in a manner befitting a Pirate Captain. He didn't care, he stretched up pressing against Peter unashamed. "It may be a Kraken?"

When the first mate, Scott came tumbling through the door terrified. It was obvious there would be no morning pleasure. Scott had heard the final comment of his captain. "Do you not fear Lydia's wrath."

Stiles rolled his eyes and reminded his friend. "Captain."

Peter wondered what made the armoury expert so fearsome. "Why?"

Stiles shrugged, "Lydia is a banshee on top of her good looks and genius. Let us go to the galley so I can fix this.

Peter watched the crew eat their food but also hang off every word of their Captain. Stiles was laying out a plan that could be their salvation. Peter got it as he would hate to go feral - the notion was sickening. One of the things being from a large pack was there was a limited risk of going Omega.

Stiles explained to the crew, "I can't stop the curse but I can transform it using Calypso's advice."

Jackson was wide-eyed, "The Goddess of the sea helped?"

Stiles used to that reaction whenever he mentioned his old friend just shrugged it off. "She prefers Braedon in this age but she is a good friend."

Erica didn't care, "You've always made interesting friends captain." She said the last bit with a suggestive smirk in Peter's direction.

Scott was keen, "So what are we doing?"

"I need a location so we set off for Tortuga. "

Tortuga was a heaving, sprawling mess. The smell. The people. The Pirates. It made for a fabulous debauched city where you could have the most fun if you were brave enough to take it. Stiles loved the place as it had no airs or graces and you could be yourself. It was refreshing for lack of a better word.

His crew were having the evening for fun. He didn't need them any longer as he had the location for the cursed treasure.

Peter was standing by his side. He was no longer a captive, not even an ally. Stiles' had yet to say it a loud to his crew but they had found his soulmate. He looked at Peter and saw his partner for life. It was a scary thought.

His lover turned to him, "What is it?"

Stiles grinned, he had his epiphany and it was only fair to share, "I want you more than rum Lord Hale."

It was worth the confession. He had yet to see Peter lost for words, even in the throes of passion.

"You just want my virtue." Peter snarked right back, showing how perfect they were for each other.

Stiles relaxed at the easy banter. "It was more like the other way round."

Peter could see the chapel. It was crazy. He had only known Stiles a few pleasurable days. There was the bit where he knew Talia would freak about the match - a pirate with a gentleman. Well Peter was a gentleman even if it was name only. He wanted Stiles more than he wanted power - if that wasn't love then Peter didn't know what was.

"Let me make an honest pirate of you." Peter said giving into the urge.

Stiles eyes widened in surprise caught off guard. He loved that Peter could keep up with him on an intellectual level. He squashed down the hope until he was sure Peter was serious and not drunk. "You up to the challenge?"

Peter knew the answer, "Yes I'm the only one up to the task."

Stiles had lived for everyone else. He had taken on the burden of Captain and made sure his crew had stayed sane. It was no easy burden.

"I'm game if you are."

Peter awoke with his limbs tangled with Stiles. He was still in awe of the way this powerful creature had chosen to marry him. He had also mated with him last night as well.

Stiles opened his eyes, burrowing closer into Peter. He could get use to this. The sea could be a cold and unforgiving mistress and Peter was like sleeping next to a fire. He'd found out he had the passion to match a raging fire too. He was more than okay with it.

Peter smirked at him, "Morning dear husband."

Stiles checked his powers and sure enough there was a mate bond blossoming. Stiles didn't regret getting married even feeling the pain in his neck.

Stiles could feel the tension coiled in Peter. Stiles was guessing that Peter might be scared of Stiles rejecting him now he was sober. Bless the werewolf. Stiles may love his rum but he would never lose that much control. Feeling generous, Stiles chose not to tease his mate. It was the great sex. Stiles didn't give Peter time to overthink the situation. He was bending over to steal a soul-searing kiss.

Peter reacted in an instant, kissing back. A delicious battle of dominance ensued. Stiles had broken the curse on his crew and now he deserved honeymoon sex. They tumbled into Scott who was looking worried. "Err Captain ... Lord Hale's relatives are on the deck demanding his return."

Stiles snorted, "They can't have him but don't worry I will explain it."

His niece and nephew were on the deck of their ship. Peter was most put out; he'd just been about to indulge in some fantastic sex with his husband. It had been a day and it was not getting old anytime soon. He was now a married man.

He tried to not sound disapproving as he asked his relations. "What are you doing here?"

Derek's disapproval was clear as day, with those eyebrows of doom. "We're here to get you away from the filthy pirates."

His nephew needed to learn how to have fun. He would do good to spend a week or so on the ship. He didn't bother to hide his grin as he put his arm around his husband. "But I like the filthy pirates."

Stiles snickered in response, "I'm likable."

"You're the Nogitsune. You bring chaos wherever you go," his nephew retorted.

Stiles frowned, "That is fucking speciest you hypocritical little brooding werewolf."

Laura had said nothing, she was too busy laughing. She was not going to be the one to tell her mother that she had got exactly what she had hoped for. Uncle Peter had found his mate and was willing to settle down. The only trouble was the mate in question was a Nogitsune by birth and a renowned pirate.

Laura thought he was perfect for Uncle Peter. She decided that laughing was the way to go. "Can I be there when you tell mom?"

Talia wasn't too impressed. It was true but she gave Peter's mate the artefact to help break the curse so Stiles was chalking it up as a win. He tried to be good he did. In the end, Stiles made a quick breakaway from port citing an Argent sighting.

The pranks were epic. It was too bad he couldn't feed off it but Peter and he laughed for days having read the reports.

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