Peter X Tony Novels & Stories

Tony pulled a chair to Kevin's bedside and made himself comfortable. "I want your help" he came to the point. Kevin became curious. "My help? With what?" he inquired. Tony leaned forward and pulled Ida and Leo's pictures from his pocket. He laid them down in front of Kevin. I "I know Ida Wilson is your Ex. I know you are still hung up on her. But now she is dating Leo Hamilton. I will help you with Ida if you help me with Leo Hamilton" Tony suggested. Tony is fooling Kevin. He knows that Ida's life will end the moment she is away from Leo. But he will never tell that to Kevin, because he would never help to hurt Ida.

Peter was completely confused. He blinked his big eyes and stared at him. “Sir, what do you mean? I... don’t understand at all.” "You really wasted that big foreign brain of yours!" Xavier suddenly sat up and looked at Peter strangely. "Don’t you want me to be strong and healthy, without a single problem?" "Of course I do!" "Then if you help me with a small favor, I’ll instantly be bouncing off the walls. Are you willing to help?!"

“I think you’d be the sort of don no one could say no to.” “Flatterer.” She blushed, just a little, and shuffled some papers. “Stop beating around the bush and tell me the news.” “The news is from Peter.” I sighed. I’d give almost anything not to work with the bastard, but the last thing I needed was another territorial fight right now. “Morozov is willing to help us operate in New York City, but he has terms. He said he knows who Tony was planning to sell the women we took from the first raid to.”

“What can we say? We’re resilient. Besides, someone had to make sure this place didn’t collapse before you two showed up.” “Resilient?” I shook my head, unable to keep the smirk off my face. “You’re sitting there like you just ran a damn marathon, and you’re calling it resilience?” Tony took another drag of his cigarette, his grin widening. “I won, by the way. As usual.” “Won?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. “What the hell are you talking about?” “Petrov and I had a little wager,” Tony explained, gesturing lazily between them. “Who’d take down more guys. Guess who came out on top?”

My dad asked in a teasing voice. I groaned internally. He was using “THAT” voice. “Dad, Peter is someone I met today. I just told you about him. He helped me out with Patty…” Piper interrupted with a scoff. “Someone? Peter Melton isn't someone. He's the number one elite, he's the richest guy in Delengade.” Piper said excitedly. Dad looked surprised. “Is he back in the country then? I thought he was abroad. Dave said so the last time we talked.”

With a frown creasing his forehead, he asked, "Andrea, why the rush? I thought we agreed to head back to Vegas at noon." Shaking her head, Andrea simply replied, "I changed my mind." Tony let the matter drop, not pressing for further explanation. His attention was instead drawn to Pete, who stood in silence, a stark contrast to his usual bubbly demeanor. Tony was accustomed to an enthusiastic Pete who would call him 'uncle' and run into his arms. This quiet Pete was disconcerting. Kneeling to Pete's height, Tony presented a toy from his pocket, hoping to elicit a response. "Pete, check this out—a Terminator toy from the first series. I got it for you."

A player from their team peter came and sat next to Gary. He looked at Gary with lustful eyes. Seeing Gary in this state was really turning him on. Peter is the gay that no one knows off. But seeing Gary like that and everyone in their own world he can't resist the temptation. “Hey buddy, you feeling, okay?” peter asked Gary while putting his arm around his shoulder. “Never better” Gary gave him his best smile while slipping out of his hold. Peter didn’t back off. He spiled some of his beer on Gary making it look like an accident. “oh god….am sorry” peter took a napkin and start to wipe his crouch area “I am really sorry let me help you”

I look up and see no one but Tony. I already know he is a Beta, which means second in command in the pack and Theon’s best friend. How is it possible that best friends are so different? Tony smiles and jokes a lot and always seems cheerful. He's also quite a tall brown-haired guy with tattoos and sharp brown eyes. He smiles gently and sits next to me after I have permitted him. "How are you feeling? Do you think all of you are now pretty much settled here?" "Pretty much, yes, I can't complain. I mean, I think it was good for the boys and Lyra to meet their grandma," I reply. "they seem more at peace here."

"S-shut up! I just get embarrassed. I'm not some trashy dude who talks about he and his person's intimate lives, ok? I can't help it!" "Hmm, I'm curious though. Why feel the need to butter me up?" "I-uh... hmm... I don't know how to ask-" "-Oh, just man up and ask already, pussy!" "Fine, shithead! Uhm... I kinda wanted you to... maybe... uh- shit!" Tony blushed furiously and scratched his sideburn. "Did you wanna, maybe be... on t-top this time? I... want to see you from that angle, and I w-wanted you to... claim me, too?"

--- The sound of the door opening drew her attention, and her heart skipped again as Peter walked in. He was breathtakingly handsome, wearing a black shirt that wasn’t buttoned fully, exposing his toned chest and sculpted abs. His dark blue jeans fit snugly, paired with pristine white sneakers that completed his effortless, commanding look. Tiffany’s throat went dry. Without realizing it, she bit her lip, her gaze lingering on him. “Pe…Peter,” she stammered, her voice breaking the silence. “Tiffany,” Peter replied evenly, his tone guarded but not unkind. His dark eyes studied her, as if searching for something.