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The werewolf, the human, and the hunter

For the @twpbingo prompt "Good, Bad, I'm the one with the gun". Also, for the prompt "team-up" in @polyamships' Multiamory March. (AO3 link) Relationship: Chris Argent x Peter Hale x Papa Hale (Richard) 1300 words (teen and up) Tags: established relationship, team-up, a tiny bit of violence, slightly suggestive language at the end, background Talia/Papa Hale, outsider POV

He recognized the scent curling in through the crack at the door, and knew he wouldn't get away with hiding from his visitor's senses. He plastered on an amiable smile when he opened the entrance and the three newcomers spilt into his home without further ado. The only reason he didn't fight the intrusion was that he didn't know the reason for their visit yet, and if he injured someone, it would be three's word against one.

"Peter! What may I do for you this evening?" He tried to keep his question light-hearted since the beta was pushing him into the living room with a firm hand against his chest, and the contact didn't seem all that friendly. As the door shut closed, he warily eyed the two accomplices in Peter's shadow.

"We're gonna have a nice chat, Reynard," The beta answered with an unsettling smirk and placed both hands atop the older man's shoulders.

Within Peter's hold, he couldn't stop the scruffed man - an Argent, undoubtedly - from pouring a jar of mountain ash around them in the perfect shape of a circle. It was a cage for him and the beta only as the two men at Peter's side were completely human and could escape at any point if Rey was to defend himself. They seemed adamant, though, to stay with Peter despite the danger of being in the proximity of an alpha's fangs.

"You're trying to put your own dirt on my sister's name," Peter accused with faux casualness, his claws extending to dig sharply into Rey's shoulders, "And the funniest part is that you thought you would get away with it."

"What are you talking about?" Rey peeled the beta's hands off of him and Peter didn't resist him. He was wiser than to instigate a fight with an alpha. "And what's with the backup?"

He didn't think he would have to actually engage in a physical fight with the three - their ingress into an alpha's home was enough of a bold move as it was - but that made the encounter all the more intriguing.

The Argent rose to his feet, having finished the circle, and levelled Rey with a disdainful, yet bored look.

"Bad cop," He nodded at Peter, "Good cop," He jutted his chin at the other human, "And I'm the one with the gun."

He then pulled out the weapon from his holster as if Rey couldn't already smell it or the wolfsbane bullets stored in the magazine.

"You're threatening me," Ray voiced calmly, mostly to deter the three from doing something rash, "I should report this to the council."

"You won't," The third man stated with conviction, and Ray could recognize him as Talia Hale's husband, Richard.

"Why not? Do tell me."

"I'll explain," Richard replied placatively and brought a chair into the circle for Rey to sit.

When Rey refused to take a seat, Peter promptly punched him in the stomach and forced his hunched body onto the chair. The beta then took a stance behind him, claws ready at his neck.

"You've been afflicting fatal wounds on innocents and turning them with the bite as a loophole for defying the quota," Richard recounted with a measured voice as if he were stating facts.

"Really?" Rey challenged with a flash of his eyes, "So now I'm the one violating our council's rules? You know, Talia should have assembled a more intimidating unit than her own brother and two helpless humans."

"Oh, my sister doesn't know we're here," Peter said, amused, "You know what that means? It means we can do anything we want to you-"

"Peter," The Argent cautioned from the side.

"Christopher."

The hunter rolled his eyes.

"Members of the council are on their way to interrogate your recently turned betas," Richard continued while ignoring the other two's silent bickering, "If they deem our charges justified, which they will, then you're going to be put on a trial. And if they find evidence for your crimes, which they will, you know what your punishment is going to be?"

The alpha didn't speak, but his silence was telling. "What do you want?"

"Justice," Peter snarled into his ear, claws grazing his throat, "So better get comfortable because we're gonna wait here until all your betas get collected."

"This is against our laws."

"This action was sanctioned by the council so you can't manipulate your pack into defending you," Richard corrected, still so infuriatingly peaceful.

"I saved those people!"

"You almost killed them first," The Argent snapped, gun pointed straight at the alpha's head, "The code dictates that I have every right to blast your face off."

He didn't have much time to contemplate his options. The alpha grabbed Peter's arm and pushed the chair back, knocking Peter's legs out and twisting out of the beta's hold in one smooth motion. As soon as Rey was on his feet, searing pain bloomed in his leg and spread over the injured limb with every new wolfsbane bullet that pierced his skin. Three, to be exact.

"If you admit to your crimes now, Talia will vouch for you personally, and will attempt to convince the council to soften your punishment," Richard negotiated while Rey was on the ground, groaning in pain.

"I didn't do anything worse than what she did!" Rey growled at the men, "She's the one who distributes the gift left and right with no consideration to other packs."

"Her gift saves people without trying to kill them first," Talia's husband argued, and this was the first time his tone wavered from its pacific cadence.

"She's just building a goddamn army," Rey spat as he began to mentally devise a plan to break free, "If she can do it, then why can't I?"

Richard let out a long-suffering sigh and turned away from the alpha in resignation. "We tried to do this the peaceful way."

"You broke into my home!"

"You let us in," Richard reasoned complacently.

"You can't take my betas away!"

"Talia will protect them from you," The Argent reassured with scathing self-satisfaction.

"And if she finds out about this? What would she say about her husband and brother teaming up with a hunter behind her back?"

Peter walked up to Richard's side so the human was now between the werewolf and the hunter, a smug grin on the wolf's face.

"Oh, she knows about our… trio."

With a languid motion, Peter turned Richard's chin towards him and kissed the man passionately and with more tongue than appropriate. After their drawn-out liplock, Richard turned to his other side so the hunter could place an equally long, but less obscene kiss on his lips. The alpha, meanwhile, had enough sense not to say anything to the revelation.

"Richard might be her husband, but he's also ours," Peter declared proudly, just as his phone notified him of an incoming message, "That was fast!" He read through the text while grinning wolfishly, "Bad news for you, old man, one of your betas has just confessed. Guess we aren't needed here anymore."

"I would take those bullets out before the council drags you away," The hunter suggested as he broke the ash circle with his foot and the trio exited Rey's home as suddenly as they came.

Rey was still withering on the floor, terror slowing down his healing process, when he heard the men's cheery voice filter in from outside.

"It made me so wet when you shot him, Christopher."

"Well, I liked your claws around his neck."

"Ooh, I always knew you had a werewolf kink! All hunters secretly do."

"Let's go to my place," Richard proposed, voice dripping with fondness and mischief, "We ought to celebrate."

"All night," The hunter added huskily.

"I like the way you two think."

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