172Epilogue
Stiles smiled as Puppy Peter dropped down into his bed that they had brought with them, he was exhausted from the day that they had had, and Stiles was thanking his lucky stars that his boyfriend was a wizard and had been able to vanish the sand that had been in Peter's fur rather than them having to bath him. As much as he loved him, having to wash sand from a Newfoundland dog was not his idea of an easy time.
Grinning he rested back against Harry's chest as the man of his thoughts wrapped his arms around his waist and rested his chin on his shoulder. He held up a glass to Stiles, firewhisky glinting in it, and as soon as Stiles took the glass from him Harry held up his own glass for them to clink together.
"Here is to the first day of our travels," Stiles beamed.
"Here is to the first amazing day of our travels," Harry agreed before they both took a sip of their whisky and then turned their eyes to watch the sun setting over Bondi Beach. Stiles linked their fingers together and squeezed gently as they watched the sun setting over the perfectly blue water and golden white sand, Harry's warmth seeping into him from behind.
As sappy as it sounded as well as the heat of Harry's body his presence seeped into Stiles as well and warmed him from the inside out. The two of them were only just starting their adventure, at least a year and a half worth of travelling, and even though it was only day one it was already perfect to Stiles. They were standing looking over the beach that they had watched over and over on the TV show while Stiles had recovered, lying side by side on Stiles' bed and then his sofa as they watched the show together and started the plans for this journey.
They had spent the whole day on the beach having gone straight there after they had stepped outside of the International Portkey Station and Harry apparated them here. They had lain down on the beach and just relaxed, spending time in the water- making sure that they stayed out of the rips - watching the lifeguards running back and forth, they had played a game of spotting the camera crew, and they had just enjoyed the chance to relax. Harry had fussed over him, making sure that he kept casting the sun protection spell over Stiles that often that Stiles was sure he was going to be the only person that could travel around the world and come back paler than he left.
But then that was what he loved about being with Harry, he was Harry's priority, and he couldn't doubt that with the way that Harry looked at him, he looked at him as though he was one of the most amazing things in his life, even though he saw Stiles exactly as he was.
"I want to have sex," Stiles blurted out and then turned concerned to pat Harry on the back as his boyfriend inhaled the sip of whisky that he had just taken right into his lungs.
"Burns…" Harry wheezed.
"Here, try drinking this!" Stiles hurried back with a bottle of water.
"Thank you," Harry wheezed, banging on his own chest.
"Are you ok?" Stiles asked concernedly, trying to fight back his laughter.
"That isn't funny, you can't just say something like that out of the blue, you're going to make my head explode…both of them!" Harry whined.
"Harry!" Stiles lost his fight against his laughter with the terrible joke. "I meant it," Stiles said when they both stopped laughing and stood looking at each other, only a few inches away from each other.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, licking his lips and looking nervous.
"I am, if it is what you want, if you're not ready yet then that is fine," Stiles hurriedly said.
"No, no I want to I just…I am…" Harry started to say and then groaned covering his face.
"Harry?" Stiles asked concerned.
"I am…I have a lot of scars, it might not be…attractive," Harry muttered lowering his hands.
"I…" Stiles started to say, and then smiled and stepped forward to wrap his arms around Harry and kissed him.
"Stiles?" Harry asked when they parted, not unhappy just a little confused.
"I am skinny and pale, and nowhere near as handsome as you are, and I have been worried about having sex because I am terrified that you won't find me attractive," Stiles admitted holding tightly onto Harry's shirt.
"You're gorgeous, you're pale and lithe and absolutely stunning and I always find you attractive, you are the most gorgeous person I have met," Harry said straight away with a frown before his expression cleared and he let out a soft huff. "Point taken,"
"I want to have sex with you Harry, no, I want you to make love to me," Stiles smiled.
"You want me to…I mean we never talked about it and I…"
"I want you to top Harry, I want you to make love to me, will you?" Stiles smiled wrapping his arms around Harry's shoulders.
"You don't have to ask me twice," Harry muttered, leaning in to kiss Stiles again.
"Well, I kind of did," Stiles grinned, and then laughed when Harry blew a raspberry on his cheek instead of kissing him. Puppy Peter let out a huff, lifting his head and squinting at them before he rolled over and turned his back to them, starting soft puppy snores within seconds.
Turning to each other and still smiling Stiles and Harry kissed again, the heat and passion in the kiss quickly building as the reality of what was finally happening kicked in and they pressed up against each other, normally they would stop and pull back from each other before it progressed any further, but this time Harry slipped his hands under Stiles' shirt and spanning his fingers over his back used his grip to dig his fingers into the muscles of Stiles' back just right and pull him closer at the same time as he started walking them backwards.
"Harry," Stiles groaned into the wizard's mouth, digging his own fingers into Harry's hair as their kiss deepened even more and the heat built up between the two of them until it was nearly scorching.
Harry kissed down Stiles' jaw as the human peeled his shirt off of him, tossing it eagerly behind them and reached down to undo Harry's trousers. Harry quickly divested himself of his trousers and then moved to peel Stiles' clothes off of him, groaning and kissing Stiles again after looking over Stiles' mole-dotted pale skin, with deliciously lithe muscles, Stiles equally eager in returning the kiss from looking over Harry's tanned, scarred and muscled frame. Both of them wearing only their boxers they finally dropped onto the bed and after shuffling around a little, and a little bit of snickering, Stiles lay down with his head on the pillows and Harry pressed himself down on top of him, the two of them groaning eagerly when their erections pressed together.
"Please tell…tell me that…you have a…spell to speed this up…otherwise this…will be done…"
"...depressingly quickly?" Harry finished.
"Exactly," Stiles laughed.
"I have a couple of spells," Harry said, kissing his way down Stiles' chest before pausing with his thumbs hooked into Stiles' boxer shorts looking back up at his boyfriend questioningly. Stiles nodded and Harry started tugging them down his hips before freezing when Stiles' long fingers closed around his hands.
"I love you," Stiles said with a loving smile that had nothing to do with the heat between them right now, and everything to do with the emotion glowing in both of their eyes.
"I love you too," Harry smiled back, pressing a gentle kiss to Stiles' stomach before carrying on pulling his boxers down when Stiles let go.
"I won't last if you do that!" Stiles squeaked when Harry licked up his erection.
"Another time?" Harry pouted a little.
"Definitely another time, preferably tomorrow, if you want to wake me up that way I think that will become my favourite alarm and…Harry!" Stiles squawked when Harry cast two quick spells. Stiles scrunched his nose when the feeling of cool lube suddenly filling him and leaking out of him washed over him, as well as the sudden feeling of being loose.
"Sorry,"
"No, you're not,"
"I am,"
"You're not!"
"I will make it up to you?" Harry offered with a laugh.
"You had better, that was mean!" Stiles pouted tugging on the necklace around Harry's neck gently, the necklace that he had sent his friend when they were seven. The leather allowed Stiles to tug Harry up his body and into another kiss. "I will accept you taking your boxers off as starting to apologise,"
"Stiles I am….big, if you want to do something else I will understand," Harry said softly.
"Are you worried that I will be intimidated?" Stiles tilted his head.
"A little," Harry admitted.
"I have been around the Hales, it will be ok," Stiles assured him, only to snort at the expression on Harry's face.
"We do not talk about Peter or Derek Hales dicks thank you," Harry grumbled.
"In bed?" Stiles clarified.
"Ever!" Harry spluttered.
"Sorry, come on show me," Stiles smiled.
"I don't know if I want to now," Harry huffed, but he sat him further and reached down to pull his boxers down his hips and freed himself. Stiles' eyes widened and then he opened his mouth to say something until Harry poked his nose, "not allowed to mention them,"
"Sorry," Stiles laughed. "I am a little worried about you fitting even though I know logistically and by watching porn that I can fit something a hell of a lot larger up there with enough prep, I am mainly just even more eager to have you inside of me now," Stiles rambled.
"If you carry on saying things like that I don't know if I will last more than a second," Harry said a little breathlessly before leaning down to kiss Stiles again. The two of them gasped as Harry slid into Stiles, the two of them freezing at the feeling of the two of them being joined together, though Stiles' mouth pinched a little at the unfamiliar feeling of Harry filling him, slight pain going through him, but Harry paused and waited until Stiles loosened around him, allowing him to slip a little further into him, gradually doing this until they were finally joined fully together.
Stiles smiled against Harry's lips when his boyfriend kissed him as he waited again for Stiles to get used to Harry being fully buried inside of him, he could almost feel the emotions that Harry had for him in his kiss, and he held onto his oldest friend, his best friend, the man that he loved.
Harry couldn't believe that he was getting to make love to Stiles, and he couldn't believe how amazing it felt to be inside of Stiles, to be joined with him, he couldn't believe how much closer it made him feel to Stiles. This was a man that he knew everything about, literally everything, they had shared everything with each other since they were small children, he hadn't thought that it would be possible to feel even closer to Stiles, but right now it felt as though there was only a thin veil between them. He couldn't stop kissing and touching Stiles, caressing him, making patterns on the moles on his skin, and feeling as though he could make a billion patterns and it wouldn't be enough.
"Move, please," Stiles asked, stroking his hand down Harry's face, and with those big amber eyes looking up at him Harry couldn't do anything but move, especially considering he was aching to do just that.
They moved together, finding a rhythm nearly right away, moving their bodies against each other, rocking slowly as Harry slid slowly from Stiles' body to push forward and join them again. The hot Australian night slicked their skin quickly with sweat and their bodies slid deliciously together, only heightening the pleasure that they were feeling as they lost themselves in each other, not kissing anymore but panting and murmuring their pleasure against each other's mouths, hands gripping and stroking, exploring and mapping each other as they made love with the sounds of the waves breaking off of Bondi beach background noise to the sounds of their lovemaking.
Stiles smiled to himself as he woke up, the feeling of being a little achy in his lower half confirming that the night before hadn't been a dream. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the scent of the water, salt and Harry filling his senses.
Harry was spooned up behind him with his strong arm wrapped around Stiles and hugging him close, and at their feet, Stiles could feel the weight and warmth of Puppy Peter laying on the bed having clearly decided to get up with them during the night and make himself comfortable. As Stiles moved a little there was a soft thump thump thump from Peter as his tail started wagging happily.
"Wasit doxies Peter what hmm?" Harry mumbled nonsensically behind him making Stiles chuckle.
"I'm going to take Peter out to go to the toilet," Stiles said, rolling over to kiss Harry.
"Mmmm, 'k," Harry kissed back sleepily before rolling onto his front and started snoring again making Stiles chuckle as he slipped from the bed. He quickly tugged on some clothes and got Peter's lead on him before taking him out.
He walked Peter along the front of Bondi beach, people already arriving and starting to fill the beach up, he was more than glad that Harry had cast a sneaky spell yesterday to repel people away from the gorgeous and perfect spot that they had found the day before so that no one would take it today, sneaky and immoral? Yes. Handy? Definitely!
He took a deep breath of the air and smiled to himself as Peter trotted happily at his side, sniffling everything he possibly could. Part of him had been worried that he would regret the decision to leave Beacon Hills, part of him felt as though he was running away, but it felt like every hour he was away from that place that feeling of running away disappeared, and he grew more sure that he had made the right choice. They had only been here 24 hours now, but he was already feeling one hundred times lighter than he had in years, and he was feeling happier than he had in years, probably since his mom passed away.
He had been worried that he would miss home, but he now realised that he was finding and making a new home, with Harry and Puppy Peter, and actual Peter would be waiting in England for them when they were finished travelling, with their house ready and waiting for them, and a Pack ready for them.
As he stepped back into their apartment that Harry had rented for them, having managed to find somewhere that looked right out over the ocean of Bondi, and Stiles was definitely avoiding thinking about how much this place would have cost, and the beautiful apartment was filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and delicious food. Peter yapped and trotted over to where Harry was sitting on the balcony, huffing happily and flopping down when Harry patted him and muttered a cooling spell on their puppy at the same time.
"This smell amazing," Stiles said leaning down to kiss Harry before settling on the seat opposite him. "Perfect," he sighed contently after taking a sip of the coffee Harry had already mixed for him.
"Just like you," Harry said seriously.
"You sap!" Stiles laughed.
"I was trying to be romantic!" Harry protested.
"And I love you for it," Stiles leant forward to kiss him.
"See if I try that again." Harry pouted.
"You will," Stiles slipped into his lap and scattered kisses over his face, and then pressed kisses to his lips. "Better?" he asked, scratching his fingers through Harry's beard.
"A few more kisses might help," Harry smiled pulling Stiles in for a longer deeper kiss.
The two of them sat there in the warm Australian sun kissing lazily, at least until…
"Did they just launch the jet ski?!" the two of them exclaimed as the noise of the engine reached them from the beach, the two of them making their way excitedly to the side of the balcony to look down at the jet ski skipping across the water while Puppy Peter sat up and looked around letting out a confused little woof at the sudden movement that had woken him from his sleep.
"Harry…" Stiles said as loudly as he dared.
"Hmm?" Harry turned and then blinked when he saw his boyfriend standing a few feet behind him, looking as though he was trying to make himself a statue, and then he realised the problem. "Oh! Sorry but if you wouldn't mind letting him past it would be greatly appreciated, he is my nest mate," Harry hissed to the snake that was eyeing Stiles with interest.
With a grumble, yet another snake muttered its acceptance and slithered off through the jungle so that Stiles could hurry forward and link their fingers together.
"Note to self, always bring you to snake-infested places, you come in very handy," Stiles grinned at him.
"As long as I come in handy sometimes," Harry said dryly.
"I can think of a few other occasions that you come in handy," Stiles eyed Harry with a look that was becoming familiar over the last month that they had been travelling.
"I am not having sex with you in the middle of the jungle where one of a million things could sting, bite and or poison us," Harry snorted tugging Stiles into walking again.
"Aww!" Stiles whined but he walked eagerly at Harry's side again, looking around the forest jungle with extreme interest. "We should be at the ruins soon,"
"We need to get as many photos for Peter as possible," Harry nodded.
"I can't wait to see it, I hope it looks as amazing as it did on Expedition Unknown!" Stiles beamed.
"I hope that it is!" Harry agreed, the two of them hurrying forward.
"How is it going?" Peter asked looking at the two of them through the flames critically.
"It is amazing! I mean, Harry's magic has been a lifesaver, the other lot of travellers that we have met up with here are being eaten alive by the mosquitos, they are confused and furious that we haven't got one single bite on us," Stiles laughed.
"Or sunburn," Harry added with a grin.
"I have heard from Derek," Peter said catching Harry and Stiles' attention.
"How is it going there?" Stiles asked.
"Your father lost his election, and his new relationship is on the rocks,"
"Good!" Stiles smirked, not feeling a little bit guilty at karma finally catching up with his father for the things that he had done.
"Derek is on his way to Cora's pack, he said that he was enjoying spending time with Satomi and her pack, and could have been happy there, except for the fact that Scott is apparently being a complete and utter brat about everything and is testing even Satomi's famous patience. She is all but trying to beat a little humility and reality into the bunch of them, including Lydia who was stunned to find that she is not that unique and there are dozens of Banshees in America, something she did not like hearing. Isaac is skulking around the pack and has isolated himself from a number of the pack with his attitude, but Satomi is hoping he will settle in. Derek is fleeing away from them all as fast as he can," Peter snorted.
"Oh perfect!" Harry clapped his hands happily.
"Aaaaannnddd," Peter dragged out the word, getting laser focus on himself right away.
"Yes!" the two of them demanded.
"Shockingly since Deaton has lost his magic….all the events in Beacon Hills have stopped. With that proof, the Druid Council has swept in and Deaton has 'mysteriously' disappeared. I don't think he will be seeing the light of day again,"
"Well, that is good news," Harry and Stiles grinned at each other before sharing a triumphant look with Peter.
"Apparently even Scott can not deny that it is not a coincidence," Peter nodded. The three of them were silent for a few moments as they took in the reality of the happenings in Beacon Hills and the consequences that those they had left behind had faced because of their own actions.
"How are you settling in?" Harry asked Peter.
"I believe that I have started to pay you back for healing me and giving us somewhere to stay," Peter smirked at Harry, the two teens perking up.
"Do tell!" Harry asked.
"Apparently the psychotic bitch that was your godfather's mother didn't think to spell things against werewolf claws, I managed to slash apart her portrait, she is in ribbons, and we managed to peel the family tree off of the wall by ripping it apart as well. Andromeda was incredibly happy," Peter smirked before narrowing his eyes at the teens when they narrowed their eyes at him. "What?"
"Andromeda huh, she seems to be spending a lot of time with you," Harry said slowly.
"She is bringing Teddy over to spend time with the pack as Remus is still quite reluctant but learning about what it means to have a proper pack!" Peter huffed, turning slightly away from them.
"Uh huh," Stiles smirked.
"Shut up! The two of you!" Peter snarled, flashing red eyes at them when the two of them started laughing delightedly.
"Now Peter, when a werewolf and witch love each other very very much they…"
"Brats!" Peter hissed interrupting Stiles before cutting off the floo connection and leaving the two of them to fall apart laughing, Puppy Peter barking and bounding around excitedly behind them, not sure what was going on but happy to join in.
"Ready?" Harry asked.
"Ready," Stiles said excitedly as Harry started untying the blindfold that he had placed on Harry before he had apparated them out of their wizards' tent, which was as amazing as Stiles had thought it would be.
Stiles had no idea where they were, Harry had organised this trip as a surprise for Stiles to celebrate their six-month anniversary. They had portkeyed into the International Portkey Centre and Harry had apparated them straight into a tent that had already been set up for them. They had fallen asleep after Harry had pounced on Stiles and made love to him in a rougher way than he ever had before to Stiles' delight, and managed to wear out Stiles and stop his questions as to where they were.
They had gotten up early that morning and Harry had blindfolded him before apparating them out again. Stiles had stood impatiently where they had arrived, listening to the sounds of Harry moving around him setting something out, breathing in the air that smelt dry and hot, the warmth of the air around him until finally his boyfriend stepped behind him and reached up to the knot of the blindfold.
"Harry!" Stiles gasped as the blindfold fell away and he realised exactly where they were. They were standing on top of Karnak temple, looking out over the vast complex that was spread out in front of them with the sun rising right behind it, lighting up the multiple buildings at the perfect time for Stiles to look around them. He turned in this direction and that, looking around the stunning ruins that made his heart feel as though it was missing a beat and thundering too fast in his chest at the same time. He could see an obelisk reaching for the dawn sky, he could see
The hypostyle hall stretching out to their right, he could see the sacred lake glittering in the sun. When he turned he could make out a small ribbon of the Nile behind them with the city of Luxor already showing signs of life.
He turned to Harry with wide eyes and a wider grin, seeing that his perfect boyfriend had laid out a blanket, cushions and breakfast for them on the top of the temple, clearly meaning for them to sit here, and watch the sun rising over the temple complex while they had their breakfast.
"You are…this is…I love you!" Stiles threw his arms and legs around Harry and kissed him passionately. "I am marrying the hell out of you Harry Potter!"
"If that is a proposal, I am not saying no," Harry laughed drawing him into another kiss as the Egyptian sun burst to life for the day behind them.