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“We’re done here, get out of my town and don’t come back” Scott growled at the alpha who’d been trying to turn Beacon Hills teenagers.
The wolf snarled and backed away from the pack, not willing to show her back until she reached the cover of the trees where she turned and fled.
...
Stiles followed her of course. Scott’s idealistic pacifism just wasn’t realistic. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Stiles had done this before and he would do it again, it wasn’t that he enjoyed it, just unlike his naive best friend he knew sometimes you had to sacrifice your own morality to keep those you loved safe.
He finally cornered her at the outer edge of the preserve, so close to making it out of their territory. Of course Stiles wouldn’t let a border stop him but if he got caught killing in another territory it could make things complicated for Scott, which would in turn make things complicated for Stiles. The alpha fought hard for her life and went down snarling, digging her teeth into his shoulder. He screamed and pressed his runed dragger into the side of her neck. She struggled uselessly against him, her teeth scraping against his collarbone. When she finally went limp, Stiles hauled her off him and sat beside the body, panting.
Fuck.
...
Stiles wasn’t surprised to see the bite on his shoulder was mostly healed when he made it home after he’d disposed of what was left of the alpha. At least he wasn’t going to reject the bite and die, he couldn’t do that to his dad.
He locked himself in his room for two days while his heart pounded and his head ached with the new sounds and smells.
He struggled with the transformation until he found his anchor. Derek’s was anger. Scott’s was love. Stiles’ was loss.
He’d lost too much to leave those he loved behind.
...
He wasn’t surprised the first time he brought his shift forwards in front of a mirror and his eyes glowed red. He’d killed an alpha, more than one really but only one since he’d been bitten. He’d kill more if it kept his home safe.
It wasn’t the rush of power he was expecting having watched Peter go mad with it and watched it flow into Derek suddenly.
It was more of a certainty. His duty was always to protect Beacon Hills and his pack, just now it was instinctual. A need.
He had to take a moment as the reality of the situation finally hit him properly, he clenched his fists as tears ran down his face. It wasn’t fair, he hadn’t asked for this, in fact he’d actively turned the opportunity down on more than one occasion and now he was a werewolf and an alpha to top it all off. He wouldn’t be able to go away to college now, not without it looking like he was trying to take over territory. He wouldn’t be able to go into law enforcement, not when he might have to explain mysteriously healing bullet wounds or be in danger of hurting other people if he lost control.
He stared down at his clawed hands which had moved to grip the sink and felt the familiar beginnings of a panic attack and brought up his emergency app on his phone, slowing his breathing along with the instructions. He’d finally calmed himself when the diary reminder popped up for the pack meeting. He was going, one way or another he knew it would be his last, he couldn’t deal with having to follow Scott’s orders now. He was done.
He hoped they could both stay in Beacon Hills and live at peace with the each other and their packs but he wasn’t leaving. His dad lived here and he was going to keep it safe.
...
Peter showed up for the pack meeting with the intention of shit-stirring. It was all he lived for now, winding up teenagers and lurking in corners, good god what had his life become.
Apart from Derek everyone he loved was dead or in Brazil (Cora) and Derek hadn’t looked him in the eyes since he found out Peter killed Laura. Peter could barely look at himself in the mirror either once he’d found what he had done to his niece. In his defence though, what fucking alpha left a member of their pack thousands of miles away to recover without them? She basically made him an omega, slowing his healing down and leaving him trapped in his own head while she fled to New York with their only other pack member. The Hales had money, she could have taken him with them. She could have paid for round the clock care. Instead she left him, alone and weak with no dignity, under his real name and exposed to hunters. He was still furious about it. If he could go back without the madness he obviously wouldn’t have killed her but he would have given her a damn good talking to about her responsibilities to her pack.
He was running though fun ways to torture McCall in his head when he picked up the scent of Alpha. He looked at Derek and knew he smelt it too. The rest of them, bitten and undisciplined teenagers had no idea. Malia looked confused but clearly didn’t know why.
He turned towards the door to see Stiles shuffling in, trying not to draw attention to himself. Interesting, that certainly changed Peter’s plans for the evening.
...
Stiles walked into the pack meeting expecting to be kicked out. Even he, with his new senses could tell the difference between Scott and the others, between the wolves and the humans. To his surprise, Peter and Derek twitched towards him, Malia looked confused, and no one else reacted.
His instincts already knew he needed Pack. He took careful note of all three Hales. They’d all be great betas. Derek was an emotionally stunted asshole but he was loyal and could fight like no one else Stiles had ever met, plus anyone who had managed to spend the last two years of his life submerged in whiny teenagers without mauling any of them must have the patience of a saint. Peter was a bastard but he was smart and had a dubious kind of morality Stiles respected and found weirdly attractive, plus he’d forgotten more about the supernatural than Deaton ever knew. Malia was rapidly becoming one of his best friends, the lack of filter on her emotions a refreshing change from the usual repressed idiots he surrounded himself with, plus she was extremely cuddly in her full shift which was just the best.
Lydia smelled like a graveyard to him now but he still knew he wanted her with him. She was smart and ruthless and his wolf knew she would be an asset. Chris smelt of gunpowder and poison but Stiles wanted him too, with Allison preferably but he would take him without, he understood her loyalty may be to Scott and Isaac and he had no intention of making her choose. Kira smelt like thunderstorms and power. He wanted her as well but he knew getting her away from Scott would be tricky.
He felt more settled than he had earlier, he had a plan now and he would have his pack soon.
...
The meeting passed in a haze of Scott congratulating himself for running the alpha out of town and Derek didn’t care. His wolf had already switched allegiance. There was another alpha in the room and Derek could feel the pull towards him already, he was radiating a quiet but intense power Derek hadn’t felt since his mother had died. Stiles stood in a corner seemingly unassuming but Derek could tell he was scoping out Peter and himself. He was starting to get a better picture of why exactly the alpha they chased away wasn’t going to come back.
The pack cleared out of Derek’s loft leaving him, Stiles, Peter and a very confused looking Malia. She clearly didn’t know what she was staying for but obviously knew she had to.
Derek took the initiative as he walked towards Stiles and exposed his neck.
“Alpha”
Stiles and Peter gasped. Malia tilted her head slightly like she had finally realised why she was still here.
...
Stiles inhaled sharply as he felt the first pack bond snap into place. He reached out and touched the side of Derek’s neck.
Peter came forwards and tilted his head with the kind of intense eye contact that only ever seemed to come from Hales.
“Alpha”
Stiles touched his neck as he felt the bond, there was more power than in Derek’s but it was less stable. Stiles figured that made sense but it was staggering all the same, such a strong impression of both men tugging at his consciousness.
Malia rolled her eyes and stepped forwards, her neck exposed.
“I’m with you, I guess”
Stiles laughed as a bright bond formed, sparkling with humour and made heavy by loss. She could feel his loss too, he knew.
“Well what the fuck do we do now?” Derek burst into laughter, Malia smirked, even Peter had a hint of a smile on his face. Trust the Hales to immediately scupper all his plans by catching on faster than they were supposed to. Stiles smiled over at them.
His family. His Pack.
...
He had to tell his dad. He knew that, the how was a work in progress.
He was cooking as Noah came home.
“Sit, dad. Nearly ready.”
He plated up pancakes with eggs and bacon and brought then to the table.
Noah looked at the food with alarm.
“Stiles, not only have you made breakfast for dinner but I strongly suspect this is actual bacon not turkey bacon. What did you do?”
Stiles spared a moment to chuckle at how his dad was instinctually suspicious of bacon. In a weird way it was kind of a victory that his dad assumed pork fat was a special occasion.
“Please don’t panic until I’ve explained.” Stiles flashed his eyes at him
“Shit” Noah sighed rubbing over his forehead with one hand and got up to grab a beer and bring it back to the table. Stiles giggled inappropriately. His dad didn’t swear often, he saved it for special occasions.
“I took her out as she bit me. She was turning minors without consent. Scott was just going to let her move on.”
Noah nodded and worked his way through his bacon like it was going to be taken away if he didn’t eat it quick enough.
“You’re stable though, not going to tear into any innocent people? You found an anchor?” Stiles nodded.
“Do I want to know what it is?” Noah asked, almost like he already knew the answer.
“Loss.”
Noah nodded
“Well I know I’m biased but I get the feeling you’ll be a better alpha than Beacon Hills has had since Talia died. I’m glad you’re protecting us.”
Stiles met his father’s eyes in surprise as a bond slipped into place. Love beaming both ways across the connection. Clearly whatever Scott had said about not being able to fully bring humans into his pack was bullshit. Stiles wondered what else his former best friend had been holding back on and resolved to find out, he had two former alphas in his pack after all he’d make sure to get their help in becoming the best he could be.
...
Malia had gone home and Derek was left in his loft with Peter. Mere days ago he would have felt uncomfortable with the situation. Now though, they had fully formed pack bonds for the first time since his mother had died and he could feel Peter’s affection the way he had when they were kids and he’d looked up to his uncle like an older brother. Everything he’d lost after trusting Kate came flooding back, heightened by the matching feelings on the other side of the bond. He couldn’t hold back his sob as Peter pulled him in to hold him against his chest.
“It was never your fault, I hope you know I never blamed you.” All Derek could do was bury his face in his uncle’s neck and let the tears fall. Peter held him close and sent affection-forgiveness-love through the strongest bond they’d had for a decade.
“I always knew that boy would be a spectacular wolf, but as an alpha he’s magnificent. I can already feel the Sheriff. He’s going to do more for this town than McCall could even dream of.”
Derek just held him tight and for the first time let go of Peter’s part in Laura’s death, if all his bonds had been this intense he could understand how losing them all at once could turn you murderous and unhinged.
...
Stiles stood outside the Argents’ home feeling unnecessarily nervous. He knew that, going by their code, he had done nothing wrong. The worst that could happen would be Chris and/or Allison refusing to join his pack. The rational part of his brain was warring with the part of his brain that knew this house smelt like poison and everyone in it was a threat.
He finally rang the doorbell and Allison answered the door inviting him in without hesitation.
..
Chris sat next to his daughter in his living room facing Stiles. He’d first met Stiles when he had been a teenager staring down a man twice his age in defence of his friends while throwing out the kind of wit that most people couldn’t match even when they weren’t being chucked around the room. He’d respected his courage and loyalty since then.
“So I’m sure you guys remember the alpha from a week ago who was basically bite raping teenagers in town and who Scott let go?” Chris and Allison both nodded, Chris wincing at his word choice but figuring it was apt. “Well I followed her outside of town. I know Scott believes in pinky promises but I don’t and I never have, it’s most of the reason no one Scott lets go ever comes back if you catch my meaning. Anyway we fought and I took her out but on the way... well”
Stiles flashed red eyes and Chris wasn’t even surprised. The boy had always been ruthless, of course if he got bitten he’d do it while taking out an alpha, if anyone was destined for that power it was Stiles. He’d been holding the pack together since McCall had been bitten. Learning Stiles had been eliminating threats Scott had let walk also made a lot of sense, Chris had always wondered why none of them ever came back but had always attributed this fact to Peter. It had never bothered him, he knew full well he’d do the same if someone else hadn’t taken up the task before him.
“I’m building a pack to protect Beacon Hills the way it should be protected. I’d like you both to be a part of that pack if you want.”
Stiles took a breath, “nous protégons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes.”
His accent was an americanised travesty but the message got across just fine. Stiles understood their code and he was willing to work with it.
Chris looked at his daughter, they’d both fallen in with McCall’s pack after they cut ties with the hunters but he knew neither of them approved of his way of handling threats to their home. He had always admired Stiles but he felt drawn to him now, he didn’t know if it was the alpha power he was radiating or knowing that he had been quietly protecting them all this time but he knew what his decision was going to be.
He took Stiles’ hand and placed it on the side of his neck, Allison following suit with the alpha’s other hand. He grinned as he felt the bonds snap into place. This is what he had expected to feel when he threw his lot in with McCall. It was beautiful.
...
Stiles knocked on Lydia’s door and waited until it swung open. She pursed her lips and crossed her arms.
“I know and I’m in, now please go away, I’ve got shit to do.”
Stiles grinned as she shut the door in his face, feeling a bond filled with intelligence and determination fall into place.
...
Scott called a pack meeting and was surprised when Derek told him he couldn’t use the loft. Derek had found a new alpha it seemed. He could suit himself as far as Scott was concerned.
He sent out the summons to the pack to meet at his house.
Scott looked across his living room at Kira, Liam, and Isaac.
“Where the heck is everyone?”
...
Peter looked around Derek’s loft at their pack. He hadn’t felt this connected in so long.
Stiles, Derek, Peter, Malia, Noah, Chris, Allison and Lydia. The inaugural meeting of the Stilinski pack. It felt like family and Peter’s heart felt so full he almost couldn’t bear it.
“I want Kira too” Stiles said leaning over to grab a slice of pizza from the counter behind him, “But I’ll have to wait for her. I think we’ve done a good job, don’t you?” he asked Peter with a bright grin.
Peter didn’t even have the words to tell Stiles just how good a job he’d done, he just wordlessly nuzzled into his cheek, scenting him, hoping it got the message across.
...
Technically they shouldn’t make a move this big without consulting their alpha but Peter and Derek both knew that while Stiles’ instincts were strong, he was far from a traditional alpha and they thought he’d enjoy the surprise. So they hired an architect and got planning permission to turn the old Hale lands into a new pack house for their new family.
...
Being a part of a werewolf pack was nothing like Noah had expected. There was little to no howling at the moon or eating live animals but a lot of physical closeness, from casual touches to what Stiles affectionately called the puppy piles.
It got stepped up a notch once they’d all moved into the newly constructed pack house. Noah was a man who always thought he’d liked his own space but he had to admit it was nice having everyone around all the time. It reminded him of the kind of big, noisy family he’d always wanted growing up as an only child.
His son had really come into his own as a pack leader, even Peter and Chris deferring to Stiles for decisions. It was baffling was what it was.
Living in a big group did have its struggles though. Malia, for instance, had been banned from emptying the dishwasher due to her tendency to just put stuff wherever it fit rather than where it actually went, leading to several fights when whoever was cooking couldn’t find any of the utensils they needed.
Stiles had been kindly asked to stop vacuuming after multiple incidents where he had got distracted by something half way through and wandered off leaving all the furniture he’d moved in weird places.
...
They’d had nearly a year of uninterrupted peace so it made sense that everything would go to shit at some point soon.
A group of witches came to town and started sacrificing locals for.. some reason. Honestly Stiles drifted off during the explanation because unless it was world peace or ending world hunger he frankly couldn’t give a shit about what they wanted. They were murdering innocent people and they weren’t doing it quickly either. Even Peter had looked a little green when he heard the details of the last one. She’d been alive for hours after they’d started carving.
His pack, under Chris’ guidance, worked out that killing the witches was the only way to prevent further bloodshed and put a plan together to take them out quickly without hurting anyone else.
They followed the scent of magic to the clearing where the coven was camping only to come face to face with the McCall pack. The two packs hadn’t seen each other since the initial split, both taking the other’s silence to indicate that they would be sharing the territory but not interacting.
What followed was a repeat of an argument that had happened dozens of times before. Stiles insisting that the witches would keep killing even if they were moved on to somewhere else and besides they were so far gone they really couldn’t be considered human anymore. Scott insisting that everyone could change and they should let the murderers get away as long as they said sorry.
They were almost at a stalemate when a small voice piped up “I’m sorry Scott, he’s right.” as Kira crossed the clearing to join Stiles’ pack.
He felt the last of the pack bonds he’d been yearning for slip into place and howled. Scott howled back of course but quickly realised he was outmatched, retreating to let Stiles’ pack tear the witches apart, burning the evidence.
...
From what Peter had heard McCall, Isaac, and Liam had settled a couple of towns over with a beta McCall had known from elementary school called Theo. He honestly didn’t care where he was as long as he didn’t come back to threaten his alpha again.
Officially Stiles hadn’t appointed a left hand yet but Peter remembered his role well from when he was Talia’s and he wouldn’t hesitate to slip back into it again if the so called true alpha ever dared challenge for the territory. The fact that he was also starting to feel distinctly protective over Stiles as a person rather than just his alpha was something he was going to ignore until it went away.
...
Kira moved into the pack house of course but it took a while for her to get over the loss of Scott. While she had made the decision herself it was still hard for her to process.
Malia camped out in her room, offering her comfort and basically just bitching about Scott until it finally made her laugh.
Finally Kira came and joined them all in the living room for movie night snuggling up with the rest of the pack. It made something inside Stiles feel settled, at last.
...
The full moon was in the sky and the pack was running in the preserve. Even the humans had taken to coming out with them when their schedules allowed. Derek felt giddy, the combination of the moon and his pack’s joy making the wolf inside him scream with delight.
He could feel Peter chasing him and put on a burst of speed, trying to make it a challenge.
As he crested the hill his uncle’s weight slammed into him from behind. They both laughed manically as they tumbled down the other side of the slope wrapped around each other.
“I missed this” Derek scented Peter with a rare wave of affection. He’d kept himself so closed off after Kate, he couldn’t believe he got a second chance at this, at family.
...
It was the first Christmas they’d all spent in the new pack house. Malia and Peter had brought a tree back from god knows where (there were still roots attached to it), Kira had done something truly beautiful with the lights and Stiles and his dad had put up their menorah. Neither of them were religious and far preferred the rituals that came with Christmas, Claudia had loved it after all, but it was a nod to Noah’s grandparents who had fled Poland with their young children in the thirties.
As a concession to the broke college student contingent in the pack they had agreed on a secret Santa so no one had to try and afford gifts for everyone.
They all sat around on Christmas morning drinking spiked cocoa and munching on bacon sandwiches exchanging their gifts.
Chris had got Noah one of those keyrings that beeps when you whistle since he kept locking himself out of the house because he had lost his keys again, his eye roll had made Stiles giggle wonderfully. Allison got Kira an old GameCube off eBay that made her squeal in delight and they started setting up for a classic Mario Kart tournament. Stiles had got Malia and bought her a “Communication for Dummies” book and a bottle of tequila spiked with wolfsbane that Noah had to pretend he hadn’t seen so he wouldn’t have to question how his under aged son had acquired alcohol. He knew the answer anyway and it rhymed with schmeter schmale.
Derek gave Peter his gift and he gasped opening it to find a framed photo of their family before the fire. Peter didn’t even know any of the pictures had survived and he was lost for words. The look in Derek’s eyes said he could feel what Peter was feeling through the bond and they just held each other for a moment.
Peter handed Stiles his gift and Stiles raised an eyebrow as he unwrapped his own car keys.
“Go pop the hood” Peter smirked.
Stiles disappeared outside and stomped back in to punch Peter in the arm.
“There was a price limit you absolute prick” and leant in to scent Peter, hiding the tears in his eyes.
Peter knew how much the car meant to him after all, why shouldn’t he get the engine rebuilt? Any amount of money was worth the look in Stiles’ eyes.
...
When Allison had thrown her lot in with Stiles she hadn’t been sure what to expect. She’d left both Scott and Isaac behind which hadn’t been without a fair amount of pain but Stiles understood her new code, she knew, and her dad seemed to think so too. He looked happier than she’d maybe ever seen him.
Christmas had cemented the view in her eyes though, the feeling of family was something she thought she’d had in the past but it paled in comparison really. She loved her mum but she hadn’t really liked her very much and being able to feel everyone else through the pack bonds was magical, especially with the joy flowing back and forth as they opened gifts and then as they lazed by the fire after a huge dinner.
At midnight on new year’s eve when Kira pressed a quick peck to her lips, gave Malia the same and ran away to hide in her room, embarrassment-affection-nerves flowing through their pack bond, she figured she had some more assessing to do.
...
Derek was happier than he’d been since Paige. He was honestly suspicious of the feeling, in his experience happiness always came at a cost. Whatever he tried to build usually got torn down around him no matter how much he tried to do the right thing. He didn’t want this to get torn down.
He forgave Peter for Laura when they’d joined Stiles’ pack, she had abandoned him, made him packless which was worse than a death sentence for a wolf. He’d even asked at the time why they couldn’t take Peter with them to New York but he couldn’t question his alpha’s actions more than once or twice. He just hoped Peter could forgive Derek for killing him.
...
Most of the pack had full time jobs or college so most of the day Chris was alone with Peter and Derek in the house. He’d have to find a job eventually but for now he was content living off the money from selling their old house and helping Peter in joining their combined family libraries together, creating an index to allow the pack to be able to use the resources effectively.
During their archiving sessions Chris had learned to really appreciate Peter. He was incredibly smart and now their family histories had finally been left in the past it turned out they had a lot in common. They were both fiercely protective of their pack and willing to kill for it if they had to but beyond that they had a shared sense of humour and a mutual interest in all things mechanical. The first time Peter had brought him a beer and come to help him while he was servicing Allison’s car he’d been so surprised he’d hit his head off the popped hood. Recent experience was starting to show he had a type and that type was protective, sarcastic, intelligent and unfortunately out of his league.
The problem was that Chris had never actually dated before. His meeting with Victoria had been arranged by their families and it was just expected that it would turn into an engagement so both of them just sort of went with the flow. For the first time in his life though, Chris actively wanted and he had absolutely no idea how to go about acting on those desires.
They had a pack bond now too, and their emotions were shared between them, Chris didn’t know what he was broadcasting to Peter or Stiles but he knew he wasn’t getting anything in return.
Stiles. Beautiful, smart, vibrant Stiles who had settled into being an alpha like he was born to it. He always regretted not training him up to hunt, but damn, if Stiles’ becoming a wolf hadn’t worked out better than he could have ever imagined and the new family he had got from the deal wasn’t worth sacrificing for anything.
He tried desperately to ignore how much Stiles and Peter looked at each other, if he couldn’t have them he was glad they would at least be happy together.
...
Christmas and new year’s had been so perfect Stiles figured it made sense when everything started to fuck up just before valentines day.
Chris came back from patrolling all but carrying Isaac, who had somehow staggered back to town with gashes across his torso and stomach. Werewolf healing being what it was, if his injuries were still that bad he must have somehow trekked most of the way from where he’d been living with Scott holding his own intestines in.
Stiles took a moment to check Chris over for any hurts and they cleared space in the pack’s kitchen where the light was best then stood by as Lydia stitched Isaac back together. He’d heal eventually but at least it would speed the process up.
Stiles got him water and reheated about three people’s worth of mac and cheese, he knew how healing took it out of wolves. At least it was healing quickly enough that he knew it hadn’t been Scott, they couldn’t be alpha wounds.
Isaac destroyed the food in minutes taking a second to breathe before he gasped “Theo” before finally passing out.
...
Stiles remembered Theo from when they were younger. He’d never liked him but Scott had and Stiles was loyal to Scott so they’d formed a trio. One day Stiles and Theo had found a doe on the side of the road, a car had clipped her enough to tear her leg apart and leave her in pain but not enough to kill her.
Stiles had known if they’d got her to a vet the leg could be amputated and the animal would be fine, or they could put her down humanely.
Before he had a chance to suggest calling someone he heard the animal yelp. Theo had dug a finger into the wound and was grinning and he twisted his hand making the doe scream in pain. Stiles had looked at those alarmingly human eyes and brought a rock down on her head just to make it stop. His first kill, he thought with bitterness, he still wasn’t sure that Theo’s aim hadn’t been to get Stiles to take the deer’s life, they both knew Scott would never forgive him if he found out which provided Theo with the perfect blackmail to keep Stiles in line.
Theo had fallen sick and moved out of town six months later after his sister had frozen to death in a river, conveniently providing a donor heart for Theo. Stiles had always suspected him, he could picture him standing there, watching his sister die in a way that would perfectly preserve the organ needed to save Theo's life, he could see him having the same look in his eyes he had had while torturing a dying deer.
And then some dumb alpha had gone and bitten the psychopath.
...
Peter could feel Stiles’ anxiety spike when Theo was mentioned. He didn’t know anything about the guy except that McCall had known him when they were young but he figured it made sense that Stiles had know him too, given how long him and McCall had been friends.
“I’ll watch him, you should go to bed” in the past Peter would never had dared tell his alpha what to do but this was Stiles, his instinct to protect was stronger than his instinct to submit.
“I have no classes tomorrow Peter, go to bed, I need to hear what he says when he wakes up.” Peter reluctantly nodded and made his way to bed, Chris following after him.
When they got to Peter’ room, Chris took his hand, squeezing reassuringly before heading to his own room.
Peter took everything but his briefs off and climbed into bed still feeling his alpha’s undercurrent of anxiety about Isaac.
Even as an alpha Peter didn’t think Stiles knew the significance of Peter offering to bite him on the wrist. Despite being half crazed he had known he wanted Stiles and the more time he spent watching his new alpha the deeper his feelings ran. He knew Stiles occasionally smelt of arousal around him but he was still technically a teenager after all, a stiff breeze probably made him smell that way.
And of course, there was the enigma that was Chris Argent. When Peter had suggested the two of them use the quiet time while the pack was out to catalogue and combine their respective collections he had expected the days to be spent in strained silence. Instead they’d made it through the awkward small talk and out the other side realising that they had way more to talk about than they had ever imagined. Chris’ humour was dry but quick and he could keep up with Peter on mechanical talk and even caught him off guard with something Peter had had to go and look up later to spare his pride at having to admit he didn’t know. He would also be lying if he said Chris wasn’t incredibly attractive.
He thought the day he’d come out to help Chris work on the car would be a turning point in their relationship. For such a powerful man he had seemed so beautifully flustered, hitting his head in surprise when Peter had brought him a beer. Peter had helped him with the service, letting their hands and shoulders brush, their casual joking turning heavily flirtatious. When they were done though, Chris had just awkwardly patted him on the shoulder and walked away.
Peter was not used to not getting what he wanted but it was clear to him that what Chris wanted was Stiles and vice versa. If they could be happy together he would do everything in his power to make that happen.
He sighed and closed his eyes, desperately trying to put thoughts of the two men out of his head long enough to go to sleep.
...
Stiles heard a groan and slowly came back to consciousness to realise he had passed out slumped over the kitchen island where Isaac had been laid out. Thank god for werewolf healing otherwise his spine would probably never be the same.
Isaac had regained consciousness and was meticulously picking the stitches out of his now healed skin.
“Please tell me you have coffee” Isaac groaned.
Stiles chuckled and went to start the machine, trying to rub the crick out of his neck, dawn light just starting to peak through the window. As outwardly hostile he’d always been towards Isaac, he knew the guy had been dealt a truly shit hand in life and although he would never admit it out loud, he knew most of his anger towards the guy had come from watching just how quickly Scott’s loyalty had changed.
They sat in silence until Stiles served up the coffee. Isaac downed half his mug before taking a deep breath.
“I know you knew Theo from a while ago so I hope it won’t come as a surprise when I say he’s not a nice person” Stiles nodded “he wants Scott’s alphahood, he knows he can’t take it because Scott is a true alpha so it has to be taken by someone he turned. He’s trying to talk Liam into killing him so he can take the alpha power from Liam. I found out what he was doing and he tore me apart. I think he thinks I’m dead. I know you and Scott are complicated now but I know you will protect your town and your pack no matter what and if Theo becomes an alpha, he’s coming after you next. Help me save Scott, please, he’s an idiot but neither him nor Liam deserve this.”
...
Allison woke up sandwiched between her two girlfriends and took a moment to appreciate how damn lucky she was. If someone had told her two years ago she would be in the happiest relationship of her life with Scott’s ex girlfriend and Peter Hale’s daughter she probably would have shot them on principle but, fuck, was she happy with them.
Neither of the other girls were morning people though so she’d had to perfect climbing out from between two sets of enhanced senses without waking them up. She shuffled downwards out the end of the bed trying not to jostle either of them and creeped out of the room to go and get coffee and breakfast.
The shock of seeing Isaac leaning against the counter in the pack’s kitchen woke her up fully.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked, fingers itching for a bow.
“You should probably sit down for this” Stiles said.
...
Stiles had called a meeting of the full pack to hear Isaac’s story. He might not be Scott’s biggest fan right now but he was damned if he was going to let him die and he was damned if he was going to let Liam become a murderer without reason.
Between them they formulated a plan. If they killed Theo outright Scott would see it as an act of aggression so they had to provoke him into revealing his true colours. Scott wouldn’t come to town without good reason. They needed Melissa.
...
Noah woke up next to Melissa the way he had countless times before over the last year or so. He lived in a house full of werewolves including his son, for some reason they’d been either unaware or wilfully ignorant of her scent on him. Scott hadn’t been his favourite person for a while now but him and Melissa had been a long time in the making and he wasn’t going to let a wilful teenager ruin that.
He put pans on the stove with hash browns in one and bacon and eggs in the other. Melissa came downstairs fresh from a shower and they sat down to eat together.
The sound of a key in the front door startled them both and Stiles walked in. Somehow Noah wasn’t surprised his son had somehow obtained a key to this house.
“Melissa we need to talk... DAD is that bacon? Put it down. Your cholesterol!”
Trust his son to completely bypass everything else that was going on and focus on his diet.
...
Stiles had smelt Melissa on his dad for ages, he was happy for them, they’d been holding each other up for over a decade and they deserved each other in the best way. He was angry about the bacon though, Melissa should know better.
He had considered bringing a few other pack members with him but really, bar maybe Allison or Kira, Melissa didn’t really know any of them so he figured one on one was going to be more effective.
“Scott has a pack member who’s trying to hurt him” he cut straight to the chase “we want to help but Scott won’t listen to us and going into his territory could make him mad and uncommunicative, we need to draw him into town and prompt the guy into showing his true colours, you could make that happen.”
“No worries” Melissa chuckled “I need to tell him about his new sibling anyway.”
Stiles watched his dad slowly process that information. Shock evident on his face. Now he thought about it Melissa’s scent had changed slightly, taking on a subtle scent almost like fresh cotton.
Stiles made a truly undignified noise
“A baby McCall-Stilinski?”
“I was thinking Delgado-Stilinski actually.”
...
Allison and Kira were preparing for Scott’s visit. The pack had agreed that Scott was most likely to listen to the two of them. They were keeping Isaac hidden, it was in everyone’s best interest that Scott, and by association Theo, didn’t know he was alive or that he’d spoken to the pack. They were trying to get Theo to reveal himself on his own after all and it wouldn’t help if they accused him of things he could talk his way out of.
Malia kissed both of her girlfriends for luck. She’d known since she met Kira that she wanted to be with her, she smelt like the air before a storm but acted like an eager but shy puppy and the contrast was immediately appealing. When Kira had shown an interest in Allison as well it didn’t bother her, after all socially she was still more coyote than human so monogamy wasn’t really a big deal to her. The more time she spent with Allison though the more she came to appreciate her borderline savage protective side and her almost sensual way of focusing on a good hunt and Malia fell for her in turn. Now the three of them had something incredible.
She watched her girls out the door and went to her alpha so they could hold each other while waiting to hear how the conversation had gone.
...
Scott was Allison’s first love and she still cared about him deeply, the idea of someone taking advantage of him infuriated her. Stiles seemed more than happy to take him back into the fold and become a dual alpha pack, as long as Scott acknowledged that his idealism was sometimes more harmful than just eliminating the threat.
She squeezed Kira’s hand for reassurance and let go, it wouldn’t help if Scott saw they were together before they had a chance to talk, it could make him angry and less likely to listen, the man was nothing if not stubborn and one misstep could shut down communication for good.
Scott showed up flanked by Liam and a very passive looking beta. Alison knew not to underestimate the passive looking ones, after all Peter was often quiet.
“I hear you and Stiles are finally becoming actual family. Congratulations!” Allison said, all dimples and false cheer. She had her script, she was going to stick with it, she knew that there was no way Scott was going to come out of this hurt, he was stronger than the other two by far, they just wanted to show him who Theo really was before Liam did something he couldn’t take back. After hours of discussion they’d decided the best way to achieve that was to convince Theo somehow to attack Scott outright without the middle man.
“We wanted to meet to give you a heads up, it turns out the whole “true alphas can’t have their power taken from them” thing isn’t true. I know you trust Deaton but Stiles and Peter have done their research and we think he’s lying about that. The last true alpha was at the turn of the century and she was slaughtered and her power taken. We asked Melissa to reach out because we still care about you Scott, be careful.“
Scott snarled as they predicted, he trusted Deaton implicitly and in this at least he was right but Theo was smart and knew that if Stiles and Peter agreed on something enough that Scott’s exes came to warn him they must have a pretty solid case, which is what the Stilinski pack had been counting on. Allison observed Theo’s slight twitch at her words with satisfaction.
Allison and Kira said their goodbyes and turned and left, all they could do was wait.
...
Stiles sat at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. Scott was his brother despite everything and he wanted this to work badly, he couldn’t let Theo kill him. The selfish part of Stiles had bigger problems though, namely the two attractive men walking round his house making eyes at each other and with an apparent allergy to wearing fucking shirts.
He could practically feel their love for each other and the smell whenever they were around one another was mouth watering. Stiles gave it another month maximum before they broke and fucked each other’s brains out.
A bigger man would be happy for them and Stiles was, he just couldn’t help the heartbreak he felt whenever he entered a room and felt or smelled the way they wanted each other and just desperately wished any of it had been directed at him.
It was a weekend so Lydia was back from Caltech and staying in her room in the pack house. She walked into the kitchen, patting Stiles on the head and making herself a cup of coffee.
“You want to talk about it?”
“I don’t know what you could possibly mean” Stiles mumbled into the table.
“You have a type Stiles. And myself excluded that type appears to be emotionally constipated older men. Are you going to anything about it?”
“They don’t want me Lyds, why would they, they have each other. Also the two of us would make really hot babies don’t even deny it.”
“First if all between our complexions any child we had would probably spontaneously combust in contact with sunlight. Second of all they’d both be damn lucky to have you, you were out of their league before you became their alpha but they won’t say anything, you know their history. This one’s on you. If you want it go and get it.”
Stiles groaned into the table again as Lydia stroked his hair.
...
Peter lay alone in his bed with an ache in his chest he didn’t want to put words to. He could tell how much the renewed tension with Scott was weighing on Stiles and all he wanted to do was go and comfort him, to hold him and take the bad feelings away and stop them from clouding those beautiful amber eyes.
He pulled back the covers and got onto the floor, deciding he would do crunches until he was physically exhausted enough to turn his brain off. He’d hit 200 without breaking a sweat when a knock sounded on his door.
He couldn’t help the surprise that showed on his face when he pulled the door open to find Chris, shuffling awkwardly like he thought he shouldn’t be there. Chris opened his mouth to speak then shut it quickly, his eyes taking in Peter’s bare chest and a faint hint of arousal hitting the air.
Peter preened slightly, he knew how he looked and he was pretty sure Chris hadn’t gotten laid since his wife died, and probably a while before that given her temperament. It was nice to know that whatever the reasons for his rejection at least they weren’t physical.
“Christopher, to what do I owe the late night visit? You know it’s usually polite to text ahead for a booty call but given that we’re housemates I’m sure I can make an exception.” He enjoyed Chris’ resulting blush as much as he always had.
“Sorry, I know it’s really late it’s just, I’m worried about Stiles and it looked like you were too.” Peter’s heart sank, of course the only reason Chris would stop by his room was to discuss their mutual interest. He thought he’d done a pretty good job of hiding his feelings for Stiles but clearly Chris at least had noticed.
“Of course, come on in.”
...
Peter’s room was pretty similar to Chris’. The pack house rooms had all been built with the same amount of space, kept reasonably small to make room for everyone to have their own ensuite, shared bathrooms seeming like a good way to get claws involved before breakfast.
Peter motioned towards the bed as the only place to sit and Chris perched awkwardly on the edge. Peter, of course opting to sprawl out with his back against the headboard, seriously testing Chris’ self control.
“I know how much you care about him, I’m sure you know I do too. I just, he needs you, you know. And I know I was a little awkward after the thing with the car. I just don’t want him to lose either of us.” Chris sighed and watched Peter’s playful smirk slip off his face.
“I don’t want that either, he relies on you as much if not more than me. I’ve noticed the way you look at him and I get it, it’s fine. The awkwardness is totally forgotten, I’m just glad we can move forwards with what each of us has.”
Chris nodded and stood up, he wanted to say something more to Peter but he didn’t know what else there was.
“I’m sure things will work out of both of us eventually.” And he fled the room.
He managed to hold back his sadness until he made it to the safety of his room, closing the door and resting his back against it before sliding to the floor.
Peter would make Stiles happy, he knew. At least Peter didn’t have any problem with them all remaining friends.
...
Peter remained frozen where he’d been when Chris left the room. He appreciated the man coming to Peter and speaking to him before pursuing Stiles. He was just glad that Chris would be happy to keep him in both of their lives.
...
Much as he wouldn’t have taken the bite voluntarily, Stiles had to admit some parts of being a werewolf were awesome.
For example, now when he tripped over nothing he didn’t get bruises. Also when he was out and about he could smell people’s attraction to him which was a great self esteem boost and he was fast enough that when his hands disobeyed him and dropped whatever he was holding he was usually fast enough to catch it before it hit the ground. He was going through half as many mugs as he used to. The downside to his enhanced senses though was that he could tell exactly what his housemates had been up to.
When Peter and Derek had rebuilt the house they’d soundproofed all the bedrooms and bathrooms. Nothing kills libido like knowing that all your packmates knew what you were up to and honesty no one wanted to be able to hear the bathrooms.
Soundproofing didn’t contain smells though and when Stiles went down to grab coffee before his morning class and walked past Peter’s door to be greeted with the smell of Chris’ arousal, his heart sank. Seemed like Lydia had been wrong for the first time in her life, they weren’t into him, they were into each other and he was just their alpha.
He told himself he was happy for them as he put his coffee in a travel mug and headed to college where he sat through a whole day of classes feeling utterly numb and absorbing even less than usual wondering why he was getting so upset about a dumb crush.
...
Noah was on Melissa’s couch signing off the 4 eyes check on arrest reports from his deputies in training when Scott McCall walked through the door. Schools had just let out for the summer so it made sense that he’d come home, Melissa was just over 4 months and was currently in the bathroom puking which was how she spent the majority of her time now. She was nauseated about 75% of the time, the remaining 25% split between absolutely ravenous hunger and ridiculous horniness which Noah certainly enjoyed but was starting to wear him out a bit if he was honest, he wasn’t a young man anymore.
“Scott, good to see you back, your mom’s in the bathroom but she should be out soon.”
Scott turned to him with a snarl, no longer the boy Noah had helped with school projects and blanket forts but an alpha of a rival pack.
“I need to speak to Stiles”
...
His dad had called him to give him advanced warning that Scott was on his way to the pack house. Stiles stood outside with Lydia, Chris, Derek and Peter. The brains, the brawn, his second, and his now officially appointed left hand.
Scott took one look at Peter and sneered “What’s he doing here?”
Stiles had to take a deep breath at that, he knew Scott had his issues with Peter but instinctually all he could feel was a rival alpha attacking his left hand and friend.
“Peter is an important part of my pack. You talk to all of us or you talk to none of us.”
“He murdered anyone lately?” Scott asked. Lydia snorted.
“You seem to be forgetting, Scott” she began, arms crossed and head tilted “that you were fully prepared to tear Peter’s throat out once upon a time when you thought it would get you what you wanted. Your moral high ground isn’t going to pass muster here so I’ll ask you on behalf of all of us, what the hell do you want?”
“Theo tried to kill me” Scott snarled “I need... help... tracking him down” he spat the words out like they physically pained him.
“We’ll help on one condition.” Stiles stared his former best friend in the eye “ if we catch Theo and we think he’ll pose a threat to our territory if left unchecked we will put him down. If you object to that find someone else to help you.”
Scott was gritting his teeth “fine” he all but spat at Stiles’ feet.
“What happened to us Scotty? I talked you down from killing yourself while you were possessed once and I got through to you. Where did my brother go?”
“You were the one that started killing Stiles, I lost you, not the other way around.”
“Sometimes in our world you have to take a life to save lives. We left behind conventional morality as soon as we started fighting things we couldn’t put in a jail cell.”
Scott just sighed and turned to leave.
“Where’s Liam, Scott?” Stiles shouted after him. Scott whirled around.
“I don’t know okay? I lost him, Theo was trying to get him on his side and then he just disappeared .” Stiles gave a sad smile.
“So just to be clear, a homicidal werewolf came after you and you let him go and now an innocent teenager that you dragged into your world might be dead. Tell me again how not killing Theo was the moral decision?”
Scott just walked away.
...
As soon as Scott was out of hearing distance , Stiles slumped, his defiant posture gone and replaced with hunched shoulders and an expression of total loss on his face.
Peter looked to Chris, Derek and Lydia knowing they could all feel the same loss-regret-frustration that was pinging along his bond. The four of them looked at each other and Lydia turned to leave, a very clear “hurt him and I will end you” in her eyes. Derek gave him and Chris an unsettlingly knowing look before following her.
Peter and Chris moved towards Stiles, Chris standing back while Peter nuzzled into his neck, scenting his alpha.
“It’s stupid but I miss him” Stiles directed at his shoes
Chris moved to set a comforting hand on Stiles’ shoulder looking to Peter for the words. They’d only been friendly for about a year but they’d already sussed out their respective strengths, Chris with the reassuring presence, Peter with the words.
“I know you want to bring him into the pack but sometimes friends grow apart when they get older. Because you’ve been through such heavy stuff together it feels harder than it ever would if you’d grown apart naturally, but trust me, you’re making the right call.”
“I know, but part of me also knows that of course you’d say that because we would make the same call.” Chris winced and tightened his hand on Stiles’ shoulder.
“You know who else would make the same call? Kira. And Allison, and Chris, and Lydia, and your father, and Derek, and Malia and now even Isaac. I can’t tell you it’s the right call because “right” is relative but I can tell you that you have a good bunch of people here willing to back you up on this and I’m sure they would also all be willing to yell at you if you did something they didn’t like.”
Stiles snorted at that, finally relaxing a bit, leaning in to scent Peter back and wrapping his hand around Chris’.
“So what do you say Stiles? Want to go destroy a teenage psychopath?”
...
Noah couldn’t get the time off work and he was reluctant to leave Melissa for too long while she was still sick from the pregnancy.
Isaac had asked to stay behind, this next part could be hard for him and Stiles was happy to have someone else behind to protect Melissa in case Theo changed tactics. Isaac hadn’t officially chosen either pack yet and Stiles wasn’t going to rush him, if he chose to go back to Scott that was fine once Theo had been taken down. He cared enough for Melissa to be trusted with protecting her though.
The rest of them piled into the minibus Chris had hired and he drove them towards the town Scott had been living in.
...
Derek and Peter had the back row to themselves on the ride over. Derek spread out with his head in Peter’s lap as his uncle stroked his hair.
They didn’t talk, fully aware of the amount of superhuman hearing around them but from eye contact Derek could tell they were both worried about the same thing. This would be a watershed moment for Stiles. If he killed Theo he would lose Scott for good. If he didn’t he would be setting a dangerous precedent. Either way he was going to need a lot of support coming out the other side, he just hoped his uncle pulled his head out of his ass for long enough to realise that he was one of the two people who needed to provide it.
...
Theo wasn’t hard to find, he’d clearly been waiting for them. They walked into the abandoned hotel, knowing by scent that he was there. They took a floor each, one were’ for each regular sense of smell.
Peter and Lydia, Derek and Allison, Malia and Kira, Stiles and Chris.
Peter and Lydia were just approaching the halfway point checking their floor when they heard the gunfire.
Theo wouldn’t have a gun, Allison had her crossbow so gunfire meant Stiles and Chris’ floor, the third floor. Peter ran as fast as he could, he wasn’t going to let either of them die. He couldn’t.
Lydia screamed.
...
Stiles and Chris had walked onto their floor and began sweeping the rooms when Stiles caught the scent of blood. He signalled to Chris the direction they were going in, following his nose they ended up at the closed door to the corner suite. Chris kicked the door in and let Stiles go first.
As he went through the door Stiles shifted into his alpha form for the first time but barely noticed he was doing it because on a chair in the middle of the room was a sixteen year old kid, Liam, clearly in the later stages of wolfsbane poisoning and standing next to him was a man Stiles recognised from elementary school.
Theo shot Stiles a grin, so much like the face he’d pulled while making the deer scream, and ripped Liam’s throat out before Stiles even had a chance to react.
Stiles roared and lunged at Theo but being in his alpha shift for the first time, he was smaller than he had expected and Theo dodged around him, clawing out at the inside of Chris’ thigh as the hunter shot him once, twice, three times. Stiles jumped on the beta’s back getting a firm grip on his throat with his teeth and tearing.
It was too late though, Theo had caught Chris’ artery and he was bleeding out fast.
Stiles heard Lydia scream and his heart sank. Not Chris, he couldn’t lose him. His pack member and friend, the man he had wanted for so long, who had been through so much by his side, not like this.
...
Derek was sweeping the second floor with Allison when they heard the gunshots. There was only one place they could have come from, the third floor where Stiles and Chris were.
He wasn’t letting Peter lose everything again today, he couldn’t.
Derek caught Allison’s eye as they both turned towards the stairs to go up and help when they heard Lydia scream.
...
Peter and Lydia skidded down onto the third floor as Derek and Allison came racing up the stairs from the second. The four of them raced towards the smell of blood in the corner suite.
It was carnage, Liam tied to a chair with his throat ripped out, Theo bleeding out on the floor, convulsing. His neck a bloody mess of torn out skin and sinew. And Stiles. Stiles, chin still covered in blood, was on the floor holding an unconscious Chris Argent and desperately tightening a tourniquet.
Peter crouched beside Stiles, helping apply the pressure and turned to him, Stiles didn’t deserve to have make this choice, didn’t deserve his first turned beta to happen like this, but it was the only option that would save Chris.
“You need to bite him”
...
Stiles heard Peter’s words as if he was underwater, he knew Chris wouldn’t survive until they got him to a hospital. A member of his pack was dying and he’d gone down trying to save Stiles’ life, trying to stop a threat to their pack on Stiles’ instructions. He’d never felt this helpless before. He knew Peter was right but he couldn’t bite someone without their consent. Chris wouldn’t be able to give it though.
“Allison” he looked at the girl next to him who was holding her father desperately. “Allison you have the choice here, Chris can’t give consent, you’d know what he would want please Allison, yes or no?”
Allison ducked her head and nodded.
“Yes, Stiles, please.”
Stiles forced back his tears and sunk his teeth into Chris Argent’s side desperately willing him to live.
...
Peter drove them home since their designated driver was currently unconscious. Chris’ wounds had knitted back together, no black pus. He was going to make it.
Peter was relieved, not just because the man he had grown to care for deeply was going to survive but because he didn’t think Stiles could survive his first bite killing its recipient, especially not given how he suspected Stiles felt about Chris.
Kira and Malia were curled around each other on the back row, Lydia asleep against the window. Her scream for Liam had taken a lot out of her. Peter shuddered to think what it would be like for her if she ever had to scream for a pack member.
Stiles had stayed behind to talk to Scott. Peter found himself sincerely hoping it was a violent conversation.
Allison was in the middle row, asleep with her father’s head in her lap. Even in sleep she was gripping his hand tightly. He was the only member of her family she had left and Peter knew all too well how terrifying it was when you thought your whole family was about to disappear. Not for the first time he wondered what it was like for Derek when he thought he’d killed that last remaining link.
Speak of the devil, Derek was stirring from sleep in the seat next to Peter. As he woke up he reached out to place a hand on his shoulder and Peter felt the kind of rush of gratitude to the universe that he’d never felt before. His Pack was all still alive, but he couldn’t help but wish Stiles was here with them. He loved Derek but he needed to see Stiles, to touch him and ease his pain in the wake of what had happened.
Derek slowly came back to consciousness and looked back towards the rest of their pack.
“Chris looks good”
“Oh does he now? That’s possibly the worst way I’ve ever seen anyone come out and I was at the thanksgiving dinner when your cousin Steven got caught literally with his pants down.”
Derek chucked “Ass. You know what I mean. I’m glad he’s going to make it. Stiles didn’t deserve to have the first time he bit someone end in tragedy.”
Peter looked at his nephew with fondness, they had made such good progress restoring their relationship recently.
“I know you wish he was close enough for you to comfort but he’ll be back soon. You might be better off dealing with the feelings involving the person who’s actually here before he starts being able to smell the fog of lust you walk around in when he’s nearby.” Peter gave him a half hearted smirk and tried to hide how disconcerted he was with how easily Derek seemed to read him.
“I love you Derek but if you continue to see through my masks so effectively I’m afraid I will have to push you out of this moving vehicle. Obviously all I want is to make the both of them happy until the day I die. Of course I’ll just bring myself back again but I’ve heard it’s the thought that matters.”
He finally got the courage to look across the dash to check the reaction and got a classic Derek eye roll for his trouble.
“Things don’t always work out the way we want though. They care for each other and I’m not getting in the way of that. As irresistible as I am I’m sure their lack of feelings towards me will keep them from falling under my spell enough for us to remain friends.”
They drove along in silence for a while until Derek said “I wish you saw yourself the way you pretend to. Maybe then you’d finally appreciate your own value.”
Peter looked at him in surprise and, lacking a response, continued their drive home in silence.
...
Kira had been woken up by her full bladder and overheard a conversation she definitely wasn’t supposed to. When they had all recovered she would be mentioning this to her girlfriends, a plan was already forming itself in her head.
...
Stiles walked away from seeing his pack off on the bus. Chris seemed to be healing at least but he wouldn’t stop worrying until he could see the man fully recovered for himself.
Scott had given him an address and he found the apartment and knocked. Scott answered the door in a sweatshirt and joggers smiling.
“Stiles! How did it...” Stiles cut him off with and arm across his windpipe, pinning him to the hall wall in his apartment and kicking the door shut.
“Liam’s dead” he gritted out and Scott’s face fell. “Theo clawed his throat out and then nearly killed Chris Argent, I had to BITE Chris, Scott. I tore Theo’s throat out and burned what was left. It was faster than he deserved.” Scott whimpered.
“Seriously out of all of that your objection is to me killing the bastard? You KNEW, you knew Theo was bad news and you just sent him away. Liam’s blood is on YOUR hands. You could have stopped it and you didn’t and now there are parents who have to hear that their sixteen year old was clawed to death in an abandoned hotel. Do you know what that will feel like? No you don’t. You’ve never lost anyone. But you’re losing me now. Because of your actions a family is going to hurt on a level you won’t understand until you’ve felt it. But you didn’t want to kill Theo and you let someone’s CHILD suffer the consequences and called me in to do your dirty work. Well I’m done Scott, lose my number”
Stiles stormed out of the apartment slamming the door so hard he heard the frame splinter. He didn’t look back. He was done.
...
Chris had woken up confused and ravenous. Confused because he was pretty sure he should be dead. He assumed the reason he wasn’t was the cause of the hunger.
He got out of his bed and made his way downstairs, he could feel his senses picking up things they shouldn’t be able to but frankly, that problem could wait until after food.
He opened the fridge and was relieved to see someone had made a plate of leftovers and stuck a post it with his name on to it, the pack having presumably eaten while he was unconscious. He didn’t have the patience for the microwave and grabbed a fork to start eating leaning against the counter. He secretly actually really enjoyed cold pasta but he felt like that was something you weren’t supposed to admit to after leaving college.
The sound of footsteps making their way from the living room pulled him out of his thoughts and he sniffed the air, picking up an appealing scent, like snow and oak. It wasn’t until Peter appeared in the kitchen doorway that Chris realised it was coming from him. Of course even the man’s smell would be attractive. He paused with a fork full of pasta halfway to his mouth as Peter grinned.
“I had to fight Malia away from that twice, you could have at least heated it up.”
Chris snorted and took an extra large mouthful of cold pasta while making direct eye contact. Peter snorted. When Chris had swallowed he asked the question that had been bothering him since he woke up.
“I feel strangely calm, should I be worried?”
“I wouldn’t be. Wolves prefer to bite teenagers because their bodies are less likely to reject it but older adults tend to adapt better to the change. Teenagers have very little control over their lives and bodies as it is so it tends to mess them up a bit.” Chris nodded. “not saying it’ll be a walk in the park, your first full moon is still gonna be a test but you have more control than most. I’m sure you’ll do fine, you seem... solid”
Peter’s eyes strayed downwards and Chris realised he was wearing nothing but the sleep pants someone had kindly wrestled him into. Peter’s scent suddenly spiked with something a bit like black pepper. Chris thought he could guess what it was and wasn’t that interesting?
“I’ll leave you to your pasta. Stiles is still with Scott but he should be home soon.” and Peter sauntered out of the room.
...
Stiles hitchhiked his way home. He just kind of assumed that the dangers of hitchhiking didn’t really apply when you were an alpha werewolf. The two cars he got into were driven by the sweetest women he’d ever met, he was almost tempted to admonish them for picking him up, if anyone was in danger here it was them, he could just picture them being attacked by a random dude they’d picked up to be nice.
Rose sweetly drove him to his front door and gave him a motherly hug as he got out.
He stood at the front door frozen. Chris would either be awake or he wouldn’t wake up ever again and Stiles didn’t feel prepared to handle either instance yet. He called up his alpha shift for the second time, leaving his clothes on the porch and running into the woods.
...
Peter was absorbed in a book in the pack lounge when he heard the unfamiliar car pull up. He tensed briefly until he heard Stiles climbing out and thanking the driver. They would be having a conversation about his disregard for his own safety once he’d settled back in.
He listened as Stiles made his way up to the door and stopped, his heartrate picking up in anxiety. Peter was considering going out to check on him when Stiles moved, the sound of four legs rather than two heading out towards the woods.
He got up from the couch to follow his potential mate into the preserve.
...
The last 24 hours had been so full of turmoil Stiles really hadn’t had time to fully appreciate finally accessing his alpha shift. Lower to the ground he could smell the paths the different woodland creatures had taken much more clearly than he could before and his vision, although sepia toned, was clearer that it had ever been in the pitch darkness.
He had expected the whole four legs thing to be harder to get used to but his instincts were strong and he barely even noticed the change. He ran until he started to tire and slipped into a large hollow tree to curl up with his head on his new paws.
Now he’d calmed down he realised he could still feel Chris, that if the bite hadn’t taken, he would have felt the bond break. Logically he knew he had no reason to avoid going home but what if Chris blamed him? What if he was angry about the bite? What if Allison was upset he’d asked her when she was in no state to make that decision? They’d come to mean so much to him since he formed his pack he wasn’t sure he could handle them wanting to leave, especially not Chris.
His head snapped up at the sound of feet on dry leaves, hackles rising until he caught the familiar scent. Of course Peter’d noticed him panicking at the door and followed him out, he wanted to be irritated but all that he felt was gratitude. He’d been hiding any negative feelings for so long, afraid of affecting those around him, it was almost a relief being around people who wouldn’t let him hide.
“Stiles?” Peter’s voice was gentle “I’m not going to rush you but I’m here when you’re ready.”
Stiles steeled himself and slipped out of his hiding place, hearing Peter’s breathing hitch as he took in his form for the first time.
...
“Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise ?” Peter chuckled, looking down at the fox that had slipped out of the hollow tree.
Like wolves in their alpha shifts, Stiles was larger than the animal he was embodying, fur glowing copper in the moonlight. Peter laughed in disbelief, of course Stiles wouldn’t have just been a straightforward wolf. Always challenging traditions and pushing boundaries of course his form would be a rare one.
Peter had heard of foxes before but like Malia’s coyote, the form tended to be genetic, he made a note to look into the Stilinski family tree.
Stiles stopped a few feet short of him and looked up, radiating anxiety. He crouched to sit on the ground and opened his arms towards his alpha. Stiles launched himself with a pleased yelp into Peter’s lap where he leaned up, nuzzling into the beta’s neck before licking his jaw and startling a laugh from him.
“Chris is okay you know” Peter began, Stiles whimpered a little. “You deserve to hear how he feels directly from him but no one in that house, or out here for that matter, is anything but proud of the way you handled things. So what do you say,” he held out the clothes Stiles had left on the porch, now neatly folded “you wanna come home?”
...
Stiles shifted and changed back into his clothes behind a tree. The born wolves all seemed to regard nudity as a common occurrence but he wasn’t quite there yet, especially not with Peter in particular.
He told Peter about his run in with Scott on their walk back to the house, Peter placing comforting touches to his shoulders.
“So what’s my alpha form like, I haven’t had a chance to catch a mirror yet?” Peter let out a low chuckle that gave him a not-unpleasant squirmy feeling.
“It’s stunning, Stiles. I’ll leave the rest of it as a surprise though, I’m looking forward to you seeing yourself for the first time.”
Stiles didn’t get a chance to question what exactly there was to be surprised about as they came out of the clearing towards the pack house and he was met with an armful of werecoyote. He laughed, holding Malia tight, realistically he knew he hadn’t been away that long but it really felt good to be home.
“C’mon, the pizza just arrived. We’ve been waiting for you!”
...
Stiles walked in to see his pack all sat around. Kira and Allison having their usual argument about pineapple and its place on pizza, Kira pointing out that meat and fruit were established as delicious in basically every culture in the world, Allison claiming that her culture has established no such thing, Kira pointing out that Hawaiian pizza was invented in Canada which WAS Allison’s culture.
He was pleased to spot Melissa sat with his dad and catching up with Isaac. She was spending more time at the pack house than away from it now, although she couldn’t give up her place on the basis that Scott needed to feel welcome visiting his family, they’d still picked out one of the spare rooms for a nursery though. She smiled when she saw him and came over to wrap him in a hug as Stiles let some of the tension go. He wouldn’t have blamed her for being angry after the last couple of days but he was pleased he wasn’t going to lose her.
“He’ll come around” she said, letting him go with a pat on the back.
He looked around the room once more, his heart sinking as he took in the notable absence.
“Where’s Chris?” he asked, panic once again rising in his throat. He felt Peter take his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. Lydia pressed a pizza box into his free one.
“He’s on the porch, he wanted to speak to you alone.” Stiles’ heart sank even Peter’s hand in his not holding back the feeling of dread settling in him.
“Relax,” he met Lydia’s eyes “he just thought you’d be more comfortable having the conversation without us all watching.” Stiles nodded, feeling tears prick at his eyes. He dropped Peter’s hand and headed towards the back porch, clutching the pizza like a lifeline.
He stood in the doorway staring at where Chris was sitting sipping a beer that wouldn’t do anything for him anymore because of what Stiles had done.
“You know even before the enhanced senses I’d have been able to feel you lurking there.” Chris turned to look at him and Stiles swallowed, moving forward mutely, holding the pizza in front of him like a peace offering.
“Chris, I’m so...”
“Let me stop you right there.” Chris held a hand up, standing to face Stiles. “Don’t you dare apologise for saving my life. For saving Allison from being alone, don’t you dare. I know you’re worried you didn’t get full consent and frankly you wouldn’t be the alpha I thought you were if you weren’t worried about that but stop it. Allison and I spoke about it when we joined the pack, told each other what we wanted to happen if it ever looked like one of us needed the bite. I’m sorry we didn’t tell you and when we’ve all calmed down we’re getting all the humans in our pack to tell you what they want now because we can’t put you through that again.”
“OUR pack, Chris you’re sure? You’re staying?” Chris tilted his head, flashing blue eyes at him.
Stiles’ breath caught. He’d known logically of course that Chris still carried guilt for his past but for the first time it hit Stiles just how much pain must be in his history, how many lives taken due to misinformation and what it must have felt like for Chris when he realised that some of them may have been salvageable. He thought of Victoria, taking her own life rather than become what Chris was now.
He pulled the older man into a hug, feeling their bond cement even stronger than before. He pulled back and swung himself onto the porch seats opening up the mostly cold pizza, sausage and pepper because Lydia was a goddess. He felt the tension he’d been holding for days fade away. He nodded to Chris’ beer.
“If you don’t tell my dad I’ll show you how to spike that with wolfsbane.”
Chris chucked, sitting down and grabbing a slice of pizza.
...
Peter made waffles the next day as Stiles sat with his human pack members, getting their decision on the bite as Chris had suggested.
Allison said yes without hesitation, her eyes drifting to her partners.
Melissa said yes but only after the baby had been born. Even Peter didn’t seem quite sure what the bite would do to a foetus.
Noah said no and Stiles’ heart broke. He knew it would always be an option but his dad’s job was dangerous, he couldn’t handle the idea that one day he might have to watch him die and not be able to do a thing about it.
“Let’s take a walk, kiddo.”
...
Noah waited for his son to signal that they had left hearing range before starting on his explanation. It wasn’t going to be easy to say or for Stiles to hear but he needed him to understand.
“You remember the years after your mother died, I know you do and I know you’re more observant by far than you should be and I didn’t hide as much from you as I should have.” He saw Stiles nod and took a deep breath. “I fell into the bottle in a bad way, son, everything else fell into the background. I got in fights, I got pulled over, shit I nearly lost my job. If I didn’t have you and the guys at work it would have taken me over completely and I never would have pulled myself back out. That’s why I can’t say yes, because I can’t lose control again. Because I have something good with you and with Mel and the pack and I can’t put the people I love in that position again.”
He looked up into his son’s eyes, always far sharper and more empathetic than they had any right to be.
“You’ll tell me if you change you mind?” Noah nodded and pulled him in for a tight hug, wondering how on earth he’d managed to raise the man he saw before him.
...
Things had quietened down again, no one had heard from Scott directly for a while but there were reports of college students making recoveries from a variety of illnesses in the town where he had settled. At Peter’s count he had at least three new betas so at least he wasn’t going to go feral. He wasn’t sure Stiles would survive actually having to fight him.
...
It was Sunday morning and the smell of bacon was wafting up the stairs. Kira was settled against Malia’s back, pressing lazy kisses to her shoulders as they waited for Allison to get out of the shower.
She would need both the other girls on side for the plan to function. She wasn’t sure how they would feel about meddling in their fathers’ love lives but frankly the pining was out of control and clearly all three men were lacking the communication skills and self esteem to sort it out on their own.
Allison came out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam and began getting dressed and Kira took her chance.
“So I overheard an interesting conversation when we were all in the van the other week.” They both looked at her with interest as she proceeded to tell them what she’d overheard.
“So Stiles is clearly half in love with both of them and Chris doesn’t put out a lot of signals but I get the feeling he’s in the same boat” Allison smirked her assent. “but clearly for whatever reason they all seem to think it’s unrequited. How would you both feel about giving them a gentle nudge in the right direction?”
Malia’s smile was practically predatory. “So there’s a theatre the next town over showing the original Spiderman trilogy on Saturday which Stiles definitely wants to go to, how about we trick them into spending some time together just the three of them?”
Kira grinned.
...
“And you want us to submit ourselves to over six hours of cheesy superhero nonsense in order to please a man who can’t sit still for five minutes?” Peter wasn’t sure why he and Chris were being roped into this outing. He made no secret of his disdain for action films.
“First of all, you’d be surprised how long Stiles can sit still for when it’s something he’s interested in, you’ve seen him research. Secondly, I’ve looked into the particular cinema before and they have an interesting set up, all couches rather than individual seats so if he squirms you can always just hold him still. They also have a very generous policy towards bringing your own refreshments, I’m thinking you make picnic food and I spike some bottles of wine for us? Come on Peter, we all know Stiles could use some cheering up, he’s had a rough time lately.”
Malia had clearly got the manipulative gene, just his luck.
...
Stiles was on his way downstairs, excited for his evening. He loved Spiderman and the original trilogy of films had a special place in his heart. The promise of Peter’s food was also an alluring one.
He landed in the hallway to see Peter and Chris stood there with a bag each, looking slightly uncomfortable.
“Where are the others?” Stiles allowed himself to be prompted into the passenger seat of Peter’s car while Chris climbed in the back. Peter slid into the driver’s side and the engine purred to life.
“Allison texted, the three of them have got tied up with Kira’s parents, seems like it’s just the three of us.” Chris said with a vaguely pained expression on his face. Stiles knew where he was coming from, he wasn’t exactly looking forwards to spending his night as a third wheel.
“At least Malia told us where the wine was.”
Stiles heart sank as they pulled away from the house. Fantastic, six hours cuddled up with the two men he’d been in love with for months, in the dark, with what his nose told him was spiked wine. No way he was going to embarrass himself here.
...
They’d settled on the couch with Stiles in the middle, the food on a table in front of them, Chris pouring them a glass of wine each. He supposed they probably should feel bad about giving Stiles alcohol, he was technically still underage, but honestly given what he’d gone through in his life a little wine a couple of years early wasn’t going to be what sent him off the rails.
Stiles had his legs curled under him as they spent the movies munching through the food Peter had prepared. Chris spent more time watching Stiles than the screen, enjoying the total focus and enraptured glee in his eyes, so absorbed in the film he tried to grab food off an empty plate on two separate occasions.
...
Peter drove them home, Stiles in the backseat happily chatting away about how the second film had helped revolutionise motion capture, eventually producing the technology that made Avatar possible and Peter’s heart clenched. What he wouldn’t give to be a part of them both, Stiles’ passionate rambling and Chris’ soft smile. His hands clenched on the steering wheel. He would have to speak to Chris tonight, he couldn’t spend any more time with just the two of them, it was too hard to have everything he wanted so close but out of reach. He hoped Chris would understand.
...
Chris was relieved to see that all the lights were out when they got home. He really wasn’t up to small talk right now. He’d spent the evening watching Stiles and, by association, watching how Peter watched Stiles and it broke his heart. Falling in love with two people who looked at each other like that was possibly the dumbest thing he’d ever done.
When they got inside Stiles fidgeted for a bit before pleading exhaustion and heading up the stairs to bed. Chris watched Peter watch him go with a sinking feeling in his stomach. He was about to make his own excuses when Peter turned and hit him with the kind of earnest look that came from Peter so rarely and was all the more powerful as a result.
“Would you mind if we spoke in my room for a moment? I would rather not be interrupted.” Chris nodded and reluctantly followed Peter upstairs. He supposed this was the ‘back off my boyfriend’ conversation. It was only a matter if time.
Chris followed Peter to his room in silence and they both stood awkwardly as Peter shut the door.
“I don’t think I should spend time around you and Stiles just the three of us any more.” Peter was furiously glaring at a spot just over Chris’s shoulder. Chris swallowed, he knew this was coming. Before he had a chance to reply though Peter lowered his eyes and continued.
“I know how both of you feel about each other and I know I said it was okay and told you to go for it but it’s just too hard being so close to it. I hope you and Stiles are happy I just can’t ignore my feelings for the two of you enough to spend time with it just yet.”
“Peter I’m sorry I... wait what?” Chris prided himself on being unflappable but at this moment he was extremely flapped. “I gave YOU permission to go after Stiles.”
Peter looked thoughtful at that and Chris thought back to their conversation and realised neither of them had actually said anything they actually felt out loud in any kind of unambiguous way.
“We’re both idiots.” Chris felt an uncharacteristic laugh bubbling up. “and just so we’re clear, I was never just interested in Stiles. I was devastated tonight watching the two of you.” Chris was focusing on the floor, out of all of the shitty things his father had left him with, the inability to express his feelings because it wasn’t ‘manly’ was definitely one of the worst. The instinct was to play his cards close to his chest and he would have just let Peter and Stiles scamper off into the sunset together if the other man hadn’t been brave enough to actually voice it.
He felt a hand under his chin and let himself be guided up to meet blue eyes that were starting to take on a supernatural glow.
“Don’t say things you can’t take back Christopher.”
Chris swallowed, when had Peter moved closer?
“I haven’t said anything I would want to take back. Provided this is going the way I think it is.”
Peter’s gaze went softer but no less intense as his grip under Chris’s chin got firmer and he moved in slow enough for Chris to move away and finally, pressed their lips together.
Chris had never kissed a man before, he always knew he was attracted to all genders but with his family and then his marriage he just hadn’t had the opportunity. It started surprisingly gentle and whether because it was his first kiss since Victoria died or because it was Peter, and Chris suspected the latter, it felt incredible.
Chris unfroze and brought a hand up to cup the back of Peter’s head, angling him to deepen the kiss. He coaxed the other man’s mouth open and started exploring with his tongue. Peter made a noise that went straight to his cock and grabbed Chris by the hips, stroking their tongues together.
“Fuck” Chris reluctantly pulled back. “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to stop. We need to talk about this with Stiles.”
Peter made a deep noise in his chest that was almost a growl and fisted his hand in Chris’s hair to pull him back in. They kissed until they were breathless when Peter finally pulled away.
“We’re definitely talking to him about this, in detail, I’ll even take photographs but I swear to god Christopher, I’ve had months of build up, if you send me away to jerk off in the shower again, I will make you watch as I take him apart.” Peter ground his hips forwards letting Chris feel how hard he was and Chris lost all restraint. Biting down on Peter’s bottom lip he grabbed under his ass and lifted him to drop him on the bed.
Peter’s smirk as Chris took his shirt off and crawled over him was fucking indecent. Chris grabbed the hem of Peter’s shirt, practically ripping it off him as he set his mouth to his neck, the desire to mark overtaking him in a way it never had when he was human. Peter groaned, reaching forwards to pop the buttons on Chris’s jeans, pushing them out of the way along with his underwear.
Peter wrapped his legs around Chris then and, with the kind of agility Chris couldn’t help but envy, flipped them over so Peter was on top. Peter stood up next to the bed then, shucking his jeans and briefs and Chris let out a groan at finally seeing one of the objects of his fantasies bared.
Peter was solid, not the defined kind of muscle Chris had seen on Derek but strong in a way that spoke to use rather than aesthetics. He was uncut, leaking a drop of precome, and thick. Chris was probably longer but there was a girth to Peter that made his mouth water.
Peter opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lube. He lay on his back pulling Chris on top of him, taking his hand and uncapping the bottle to pour some over Chris’s fingers. Chris took a moment to process the implication, he could see the hint clear as day but he was going to need verbal confirmation before he made a fool of himself.
“Peter, do you want me to fuck you?” Peter groaned and nodded. “I’ve not done this with a man before, guide me?” he was rubbing his fingers together to warm the lube.
Peter smirked “Oh Christopher giving you directions will be my genuine pleasure.” And pulled him in for a filthy kiss.
“You’ve fingered women before I assume?” Chris rolled his eyes “now now, no need for the attitude.” Chris swallowed a smirk, his aim for the night had just become making Peter incoherent enough that he lost the sass.
“The principle is the same, one at a time until you feel things give enough to get another in. It’s been a while so I’m going to need at least three before I take you. The main difference is lube, people with vaginas generally make their own but I don’t, lube is both of our friend right now. Apart from that, the good spot is in a similar place so in and crook your finger towards you, I’ll let you know when you’ve found it.” Chris got the impression Peter was enjoying dictating far too much. He wanted to wipe that look off his face and he had an idea how.
Chris leant down to brush his beard across Peter’s nipple as he slowly pushed the first finger in, then when Peter gasped, taking it between his teeth, teasing lightly with his tongue. He kept licking as he kept his finger still until Peter moaned. He then moved to the other nipple, taking care to rub his beard over the swollen one that had been given all of his attention on the way. He was less gentle this time, still keeping his finger still and biting until Peter let out and honest to god whimper.
“Chris will you fucking MOVE.”
That was all he needed and he released Peter’s nipple and started thrusting his finger in and out and rubbing at Peter’s walls as he kissed his way down his stomach, sucking marks as he went until he got to Peter’s cock, blowing hot air over it to see it twitch before adding a second finger and licking over the head.
He hadn’t done this before but his aim wasn’t to make Peter come, it was to keep him on edge until he lost his words and based on his own experience on the receiving end he knew exactly how to do that. He dipped his tongue into the slit as he started to search for Peter’s prostate. He moved his attention down to mouth at the base and then lick at Peter’s balls when he finally hit the spot that made Peter gasp and twitch.
Chris smirked, pulling his fingers out to add more lube before adding a third finger. He found the spot again relatively quickly as he sucked one of Peter’s balls into his mouth and moved back up to put the head of his cock in his mouth, not sucking or moving just holding it there in the wet heat while he crooked his fingers. He was going to break the smug bastard.
It took about three minutes before Peter gave in, growling out a “just fuck me already” as Chris finally sucked the head, grabbing the lube to slick himself up.
He paused with his cock at Peter’s entrance, wanting desperately to remember this moment but Peter had clearly lost patience, thrusting up to take Chris in.
Chris felt warm heat envelop him and groaned, leaning down to bite at Peter’s neck again, determined that no one but Stiles and Chris would ever touch him this way again. He started a slow but deep pace, drawing out slowly and snapping back in, angling his hips upwards in a way that made Peter go wild. He could feel his shift coming forwards and saw Peter was in the same boat, claws tearing at the sheets as Chris’s dug into his hips.
Chris sat back on his heels, drawing Peter further into his lap as Peter started to strip his own cock desperately until Chris felt his walls tense around him as Peter came on a drawn out groan. Chris practically bent him in half chasing his own release until, finally he came with a low growl.
...
When Peter came back to himself he was being wiped down gently with a warm cloth. Peter loved bottoming and did so with most of his male partners if he could, the loss of control though was new. He’d never let someone take him apart like that before, never given himself over to someone like that before. If he hadn’t already known he was fucked he would definitely have known now.
“Christopher?”
“mmmmm?” the man in question wrapped himself along Peter’s side.
“If you have no intention of staying I would suggest leaving now. If you’re still here tomorrow I’m afraid I might start feeling some hope and if that happens I’m afraid I’ll never let you go.”
“Good.” Chris pressed a kiss to his neck “because I’m starting to feel some hope too and I think it’s been a while since either of us felt that.”
Peter didn’t notice when he fell asleep.
...
Stiles barely slept, he couldn’t tell if the feelings of satisfaction and love he was getting through he pack bonds were real or just his own projection.
He finally gave up on sleep at about 7am, it was still summer so most of the younger contingent would be asleep for a while but he made a massive frittata on the basis that they could reheat it.
His dad, one of the few people in the house who still had to get up in the morning came downstairs and gratefully took a plate as he finished cooking. Noah sat down to eat and fixed Stiles with a look that told him lying about his mood wouldn’t fly.
“What’s up kiddo, you look like a kicked puppy?”
Stiles was starting to deny when Peter and Chris came down the stairs. They each grabbed a cup of coffee then a plate of frittata. Peter fixed him with a stare.
“You always take good care of us, thank you Stiles. “
“Yeah, thank you Stiles.” Chris gave him a smirk that under other circumstances would have made Stiles’s knees weak and they both grabbed their plates and headed back upstairs.
All Stiles could see though was the bite mark on Peter’s neck.
“Ah.” Noah said, alerting Stiles to the fact that he’d been staring after them for far too long.
“You never did things the easy way did you kiddo?” his dad sighed. “You know they both love you right?”
Stiles snorted “Yeah as their alpha. It’s fine, dad, I’ve known for a while that any chance I had with either of them was erased by the way they feel about each other. I’ll survive. It’s fine.”
“Aw hell, kid. Look, I’m not thrilled about the fact that out of all the people you could choose, you’ve chosen the fathers of two of your friends, one of which is the same age as me by the way and the other is a spree killer, but if I’ve learned anything from watching Kira, Malia and Allison, it’s that committed relationships don’t always mean two people. I’ve seen the way they look at you, talk to them. You might be surprised.”
He watched in silence as his dad finished his breakfast and headed to work. He might be the child here but he wasn’t the only one who had grown up lately.
...
After they had started dating each other Stiles had expected Peter and Chris to either freeze him out or act like he was their alpha and nothing more. He wasn’t subtle with either of his crushes after all and there was no way they wouldn’t get territorial. He was far more confused about what seemed to be happening instead.
Peter kept making him dinner, not dinner for the pack but dinner for Stiles. Chris kept offering to help run errands with him or drive him when he went out to meet friends from school. They both made sure that when the pack was watching movies or having a night on the couches with take out, he was sat between them, casual touches and affectionate glances coming his way near constantly. They kept lending him books. And then there were the compliments.
“Just so you know you’re doing a great job as an alpha, we’re all lucky to have you.”
“You make the best pancakes, I love waking up and smelling them in the morning.”
“I don’t think anyone has ever given you credit for the way you look after everyone, it’s so nice to see.”
“The way you’ve brought Isaac into the pack is really impressive, you could have made him an omega but your compassion gave him a new home, you’re a wonderful alpha.”
Stiles was loosing his damn mind.
...
“He doesn’t seem to be getting the message though.” Peter casually nipped at Chris’s ear.
“Peter please”
“The compliments, the looking after him, what are we missing Christopher?” Peter looked down at Chris. He managed to talk him into taking a vibrator for the first time and then started riding him slowly. He knew Chris needed more stimulation to come but that the vibrations had him right on the edge.
Chris let out a sob. “What do you want from me Peter FUCK please just move.”
“I want you to tell me what you think about when you think of Stiles. Or when you think about me and Stiles.” Peter put on an indifferent front, like he could do this forever. In truth he was just as desperate as Chris but he was damned if he was going to let that show.
“I think about his hands.” Chris looked almost shy at the admission, Peter ground down against him in reward.
“I think about those long fingers opening you up for me. I think about teasing him until his smart mouth stops, the same way I do to you. I think about fucking him as he’s in you, pushing him into you, slow and deep the way I know you like.”
Peter started riding him in earnest, he was always up for rewarding good behaviour.
“And now you’ve had the vibrator Christopher? Now you know how good it feels? Do you think about your alpha fucking you? He’s all long lean lines, I bet he would touch all the good spots.”
Chris grasped Peter’s hips hard enough to bruise, fucking him down on himself until, finally Peter watched the dam break as Chris came on a primal shout he had never heard before. It was the work of seconds for Peter to jerk himself off, sat on one of his mates’ cocks and picturing the other.
...
Melissa was technically classed a “geriatric pregnancy” which, who the hell decided to call it that? Anyway, it wasn’t surprising when she was confined to bedrest just as Stiles was starting his junior year.
Stiles was out for some drinks with his tutor group when he got the panicked call from his dad, Melissa had started bleeding and she’d been taken into emergency care, Noah had been asked if he wanted to prioritise the mother or the child.
Stiles told his dad what he already knew, Melissa had said yes, make sure the baby made it out and Stiles would make sure Melissa would.
...
Claudia Delgado-Stilinski was born one month premature but healthy. She was the most beautiful thing Stiles had ever seen.
The hospital staff were at a loss as to how Melissa had pulled through but she made it with no signs of ill health.
Stiles held his dad tight as they waited to see if the bite would take and watched as Melissa slowly regained consciousness.
Stiles looked down at his tiny sister and goddaughter and knew that the stress had been worth it. Peter took his free hand as Chris wrapped and arm around them and Stiles couldn’t help but wish he got to keep them too.
...
Scott came back to town and Stiles obviously wasn’t upset about it. Claudia was his sister too and he deserved to be here but Scott had been in the hospital room for about five minutes before he charged out and pinned Stiles to a wall in the corridor denting the plaster.
“You bit my mom.” Scott was snarling, more beast than man.
“She asked me to, man, would you rather I let her bleed out? I’ve lived without a mom, I wasn’t going to do that to Claudia.” Stiles waved away Chris and Peter who had taken protective stances behind them. This didn’t have to be a fight, Stiles hated that he’d done this to Melissa but she had asked and he wasn’t about to let her die when she’d given him permission to save her.
Scott growled and his eyes flashed red. But Stiles suddenly noticed they were flickering, still mostly red but a hint of gold creeping in.
“Scott are you...”
“Leave it.” Scott snarled, storming out of the hospital, collecting his new betas on the way.
...
“You saw it too though didn’t you?” Chris whispered to Peter as they lay in their bed. Peter nodded
“I’ve never seen alpha power waver like that before. But then Scott isn’t a regular alpha, let me get some books.” He tried to get out of bed as Chris pulled him back in.
“It’s been a tiring few days, get some rest first. The books aren’t going anywhere.”
...
Gerard breathed deep as he felt a bit more of the power slip into him.
The spell he’d used was archaic but between fits of vomiting black pus he’d had nothing but time on his hands recently. He’d found the ritual he needed to leech an alpha’s power and cure himself, all he needed was some of the chosen alpha’s DNA and thankfully his wayward son’s former home was full of Scott McCall’s. Then all he needed was McCall’s betas on side. Weak college students, they were surprisingly easy to manipulate. If he was an alpha, and he would be, he’d choose better.
He grit his teeth at the thought of his son, the blood traitor. He’d learn exactly what it was like to be a werewolf’s bitch on the receiving end of Argent wrath.
...
Peter finally got to his books and it wasn’t good. Someone was taking Scott’s power, he didn’t know for sure who but he had a damn good idea.
He called Stiles to his and Chris’s room first to clue his alpha in. If he was right though they would need the whole pack in on this but it was Stiles’ place to call them in.
...
Stiles had noticed Scott’s eyes, of course he had. What Peter had to say about the reason though was hard to hear. Someone was doing this to Scott on purpose. Given the spell needed the caster to have been bitten, hold some of the alpha’s DNA and be within a certain geographical area he agreed with Peter’s conclusion as to who it was.
This time he was going to rip Gerard’s throat out.
...
Scott felt dizzy. He got back to his mom’s house and collapsed on her couch. He was feeling something like a head rush on a massive scale, like that feeling you get when the plane starts descending and your ears pop but bigger.
He called his betas and got voicemails again and again. He only had one option left and his pride rebelled but it was all he had left.
He dialled Stiles.
...
They met Scott in the preserve, they knew where Gerard would be, the challenge lay in getting it to let them find it.
Peter performed a deceptively simple ritual and Stiles felt the call. The pack followed him towards the nemeton.
...
Stiles walked into the clearing to the sight of three bodies, from the sound Scott made he was guessing they were his new betas.
The three of them had been laid out over the massive tree stump, eyes staring unseeingly upwards and bellies opened, entrails exposed to the sky, blood seeping into the nemeton.
Scott let out a mournful howl that Stiles felt down to his very bones, he couldn’t imagine losing one of his betas let alone three at once like this.
Gerard smirked, “you’re too late” his eyes glowed red as Scott’s glowed fully gold. “you’ve lost your alpha, you’re outmatched.” His overconfidence irritated Stiles further. Facing down a full pack, even if he didn’t know they had an alpha, how exactly did he think this would work out for him?
“Two things,” Stiles tilted his head and held up two fingers “one, you forget that wolves are stronger with a pack. Two, you’re not the only alpha around.” Stiles let his eyes glow watching as Gerard’s eyes widened.
“No matter,” Gerard recovered slightly “McCall is a mediocre wolf at best, my son and granddaughter don’t scare me, the banshee is just a vessel others speak though, the rest are new but I doubt they pose much of a threat if McCall turned them and I’ve taken the Hales down before I reached this new level. Derek, how are you by the way? Still emotionally stunted and willing to drop your pack for a pretty face? I’ve got a surprise for you. No one said I was packless.”
Kate Argent stepped out from behind the trees, her eyes glowing green. The Stiles of another time would have desperately wanted to know what she was, the Stiles of this time, however, could feel Derek’s pain through their bond and just wanted to TEAR.
“Let’s see if we’re evenly matched then.” Stiles let his beta shift come forwards and charged, surrounded by his pack.
Stiles hit Gerard and started clawing at him, Gerard fighting back well considering how undisciplined he was. The rest of his pack were on Kate, it really looked like they had the upper hand when the rest of the hunters emerged from the trees.
...
Peter had never seen a were jaguar before, she was magnificent and if she was anyone other than Kate Argent he would have considered stopping to analyse her just out of sheer curiosity. It was Kate though and while Derek had never spoken about it directly, he knew what she’d done to him and he saw red. He went straight for the throat, undisciplined and feral. He had his pack behind him though and he had no doubt they would come out on top. He wanted to tear her apart. He snarled raising his hand for the kill when the first crossbow bolt hit him in the thigh.
...
Stiles was thrown off Gerard in disbelief as the first wolfsbane bullet hit him. It burnt like nothing he’d ever felt, lemon juice in a deep cut, and he staggered backwards eyes wide in disbelief. He looked behind him to see Peter, Scott and Chris hit in the leg, Derek in the shoulder, Isaac in the stomach and Malia in her calf and forearm. Kira had been pinned down by two hunters, thrashing wildly. Allison had been pinned to a tree by another, Lydia was slowly backing away from a large man with a gun. He couldn’t breathe, the pack was dying and he couldn’t stop it. He hurt inside and out. Gerard loomed over him smirking like he knew what Stiles was thinking. Then Lydia screamed.
...
When Derek first heard the scream his instinct was dread, someone in his pack had died as he laid there useless.
It wasn’t until he heard the hunters hit the trees that he realised Lydia had learnt to weaponise her screams, he always knew banshees were powerful but it wasn’t until seeing it in action that he appreciated how much. She was transcendent.
He watched as Peter, wolfsbane seeping into him through the bolt in his leg finally pinned Kate and turned to him
“Do you want to do the honours nephew, or should I?”
Derek snarled and moved forwards raising his non-dominant hand, the other full of poison, and finally clawed the throat out of the woman who had taken his innocence, his body, his heart, his family.
He took a deep breath and brought Peter in to hold him close.
...
Chris watched his sister fall with not an ounce of remorse. To be fair he had thought she was already dead but even aside from that, he had pack bonds now. He though about how it would feel to watch his pack burn and was hit by a wave of love for Peter and sadness at how he must have felt watching and feeling them all die. He realised he didn’t even know who had been lost in that fire and what they were to Peter. He knew Talia and her mate had died, but there were six others unaccounted for. Did Peter have any other siblings? Did he have a mate? Did he have children or living parents?
He looked up at his father and despite the burn of the wolfsbane in his leg he felt a surge of adrenaline. He thought about the man who had slapped him when he cried over his mother’s death. He thought about the man who had twisted Kate until she became someone who would burn a whole family alive. He thought about the man who had tied Stiles up in a basement and beaten him as a “message”. He though about the man who so nearly turned his daughter into a killing machine because she’d lost her mother to his stupid code that he had dropped the second he was faced with his own mortality. Suddenly Chris didn’t see his father anymore, he saw a monster, not one of the ones he’d grown up being told about, one who had been under his nose the whole time.
....
Kira and Chris between them held Gerard’s arms behind his back on top of the nemeton. Malia, Allison and Isaac had quickly and calmly finished off all of the hunters Lydia had knocked out. It was just him left now and he looked like he knew what was coming.
Stiles took a step back, “I’m happy with a second alpha in the pack” he didn’t have to raise his voice, he knew they could hear him “anyone want his power?” he specifically looked at Scott who averted his eyes. Then Peter who shook his head with a smirk. No one answered and Stiles looked into Gerard’s eyes.
“Chris, you don’t have to be here for this, you too Allison. He’s still your family. Derek, can you take Chris’s place?”
“No.” Chris was forceful “This man raised me but he was no father. I want to be here” his gaze was steady.
Stiles turned to Allison and she nodded.
“I’ve been waiting for this day since you beat the shit out of a high schooler in your basement” he snarled, drawing his hand back, to claw Gerard’s throat out. He fell onto the nemeton, an old man again, boring and desperate.
He felt it as the additional alpha power flowed into him but there was something more. He could feel the nemeton reaching out, wanting to protect this land as much as he did, he gave himself over to it asking only for his pack to be safe, desperately wishing to heal the people he loved more than he ever thought possible. Then he passed out.
...
Chris thought he knew what it meant that they were all healed, he had to confirm with Peter. Stiles had linked himself to the nemeton with Gerard’s blood, tying their pack to this territory. Its magic would keep them safe and they would protect it and its supernatural inhabitants in turn.
They carried an unconscious Stiles home and laid him out on Chris and Peter’s bed, officially it was so the scent of pack would help in recover. Unofficially it was because the two of them were possessive enough over Stiles to make sure he woke up with them and no one else. He wasn’t naive enough to think the rest of the pack didn’t see right through them, Allison gave him a knowing look as she left the room.
“He was something else tonight.” Peter whispered, like he was afraid of waking Stiles.
“He was everything I’ve hoped for since I decided to join the pack two years ago. I knew he would make history.”
“I love him.” Chris’s breath caught letting the confession out.
“I love him too.” Peter pulled Chris into a slow kiss, their bond overflowing with affection for each other, for Stiles.
“And I love you too Christopher.”
“I love you Peter”
...
Stiles woke up feeling warm, it took a while for him to identify the source of the heat. He was sandwiched between two werewolves, both sleeping soundly.
He tried to wriggle downwards, this was great but he needed to pee.
He felt Chris stir and looked up to meet his eyes.
“Thank you.” There was so much more to it but he hoped Chris knew.
“Anytime.”
...
Peter was disappointed but not surprised when he woke up to find out Stiles had left their bed. He reached over to hold Chris to him, the spot Stiles had vacated still warm.
...
Noah hadn’t been there for the showdown, he had been more occupied making sure Melissa and Claudia were okay. When they finally checked out of the hospital and made it home it was to a pack that had clearly been through the wars.
There were no visible wounds but it was clear whatever happened took its toll on all of them. Noah made a point of accosting Peter, he’d not always been the man’s biggest fan but since the pack had started coming together he’d developed a respect for his no nonsense attitude towards describing situations. He’d also be lying if he said Peter’s affection for Stiles didn’t make him infinitely way more trustworthy in Noah’s eyes.
Finding out his son had killed someone was never easy but from his limited interactions with Gerard he wasn’t sad the man was gone and from what Peter told him about the situation, he knew he would have shot the man himself if faced with the same choice.
It certainly explained the way his bond to the pack felt stronger. He knew from talking to the other pack members that Stiles was an exceptionally strong alpha but he felt like his bonds had got firmer recently.
“Will you make sure he’s okay?” he asked Peter “It’s not the sort of thing he feels he can talk to me about but I know he values your opinion. That used to worry me but I know you care. Please look after him.”
“I will always look after Stiles, I hope you know that.”
Somehow Noah really did know that Peter would die for Stiles and he found the thought oddly comforting.
...
It was weird when Stiles first started feeling his bond to the nemeton. It was almost like a pack bond but, unlike his bond to his packmates, the nemeton felt apart, he knew they had a connection but he was under no illusion that there was any loyalty there. He had given it blood and in exchange it had healed his packmates but he knew neither of them would be doing the other any favours without something in return.
He knew he’d taken on extra power when he’d killed Gerard. For the first time he could kind of empathise with Deucalion, it would be easy to lose yourself in chasing that power rush.
He had been avoiding Allison and Chris, and by extension Peter. He knew he was being a coward but you don’t kill someone’s family member, no matter how far gone, without them resenting you and he just couldn’t handle them hating him.
Two weeks after he’d killed Gerard, Allison cornered him in the kitchen when he was trying to make coffee. For a human she moved scarily quietly, he barely heard her before he smelt her and by then she was practically on top of him and it was too late to do anything about the situation.
She pinned both his hands to the counter behind him and gave him a look that challenged him to just try to get away and see what happened.
“You, Stiles Stilinski, are a ridiculous man. You did the right thing and remorse is normal but if you tiptoe around me any longer I’m going to inject you with wolfsbane and forcibly hug you until you understand that you did the right thing and I love you. Are we clear?”
Stiles nodded, wondering how it had taken him so long after they’d met to realise how truly fucking terrifying Allison was.
“Good. And for the love of God stop avoiding dad and Peter, the pining is bumming me out.”
She strolled out of the kitchen leaving Stiles with his coffee wondering what the fuck she was talking about.
...
Kira was proud that her plan had worked enough to bring Peter and Chris together but she was incredibly frustrated at Stiles not getting the damn message. Chris and Peter hadn’t even been subtle about their affections, clearly Stiles’s self esteem was a bigger hurdle than she had imagined.
The thing is Kira was very empathetic, which made her a fantastic friend but also a manipulator that even Peter probably couldn’t match. She assigned Malia to Chris and Peter and roped Alison into talking to Stiles with her.
...
Peter and Chris were sat on a porch swing reading their own books peacefully when Malia plopped herself down in the gap between them and with zero preamble said
“So what are you planning on doing about Stiles?”
Peter glanced at Chris and then back at his daughter.
“Oh don’t bullshit me Peter, all three of us know what I’m talking about” Malia continued “what exactly are the two of you planning to do about this? Because we all know Stiles is assuming you’re not interested and we all know that you are. So I’ll ask again, what are you planning on doing about it?”
...
When Kira and Allison invited him for a night out Stiles was ecstatic. He’d first met them both as the girl Scott was obsessed with but since he’d added them into the pack they’d become some of his closest friends. They were both empathetic and ruthless in turn which was something he’d grown to appreciate in his friends. They’d invited Derek as well, the guy was still a shy mess but him and Allison had a weird connection given that she had once shot him.
The four of them had hit a local bar that had quickly become a favourite since the younger members of the pack had been able to drink. The Office was a pretty standard pub until about 10.30 when the karaoke started.
Kira, Allison and Stiles were watching Derek do a shy but surprisingly competent rendition of Total Eclipse of the Heart (they’d brought wolfsbane with them to spike their drinks) when Allison casually clapped Stiles on the shoulder.
“So how come you haven’t fucked my dad yet?”
Stiles spat his mouthful of drink onto the table and Kira let out an uncomfortable giggle.
“That’s not how we agreed to broach the topic but I’m also curious.”
“Are you kidding? I don’t even know where to start with that.” Stiles was making very careful eye contact with the table as he pushed around the remains of some salt from whoever had sat there before them. “For one, him and Peter are together. Second, neither of them is into me. The other thing is a tad embarrassing.”
Kira took his hand as Allison said “Whatever it is I promise you can talk to us about it.”
Derek had finished his song and arrived back at the table with four shots and chimed in.
“I missed most of this conversation but I assume it’s the Peter/Chris/Stiles situation?” Stiles stared blankly as Kira and Allison nodded, he wasn’t aware it was a situation. The four of them took their shots and Allison continued.
“My dad was never happy with my mum. He was settled, but I don’t think he was happy. She was his best friend don’t get me wrong, he loved her, but since he’s been with Peter there’s a light in his eyes I’ve never seen before and it’s not just the beta blue glow. If you learn anything from my relationship history Stiles, please let it be that a relationship doesn’t always mean two people. They care about you, you care about them.”
Derek cleared his throat and signalled the barman to bring them another round.
“I’ve known Peter for as long as I’ve been alive and I’ve never seen him so settled. I don’t know Chris as well but please talk to them, I think you’ll be surprised.” The new round arrived. They did their shots when Stiles finally let it out.
“I’m a virgin okay? Between not being attractive in high school, then the constant fighting for our lives and then getting bitten and building a pack I haven’t really had chance to do anything about that. And that’s ignoring the fact that I have most if a psychiatry textbook worth of conditions and I’m their alpha and weirdly in a position of power over them. They don’t want my mess.” Derek took his hand.
“You’d be surprised.” He repeated “This is extremely uncomfortable for me, could we please just drink now?”
Stiles laughed and signalled for another round.
...
“Okay so I’m picking up a very strong hint that if we asked Stiles would be amenable.”
“Chris”
“I know you enjoy teasing, but I don’t think I ever heard what you want from him?”
Chris was sucking a mark onto the inside of Peter’s knee, admiring the trail he’d left up the man’s other thigh. He had three fingers inside Peter feeling him clench around them. Peter had so much control normally, seeing him spread out like this desperate for Chris gave him a rush he couldn’t describe.
He bit at Peter’s thigh again “tell me Peter, what is it you want?”
“I want that mouth, fuck he sucks on anything that stays within range. I want to see him fall apart while you show him what a fast learner you are. I want to taste him until he begs for one of our cocks. Fuck Chris I just want him.”
Chris crooked his fingers finally rubbing against Peter’s prostate until he came, untouched, his usual control abandoned. Chris waited until the aftershocks had died down before withdrawing his fingers and pushing his cock in.
Peter, riding the edge of overstimulation, shouted. Chris wrapped a hand round him, working him back to hardness and thanking his lucky stars for werewolf refractory periods as he started fucking into Peter the way they’d both been waiting for.
He leant down to nibble an earlobe. “I know you love bottoming but I also know you’ve noticed that ass, can you imagine sinking into him? We could tie you up together, make you helpless the way I know you love. Big strong wolf, no one knows how easily you give up control.”
Chris stroked Peter until he came again on a howl, his body clenching and sending Chris over the edge as he bit down on Peter’s neck.
They both just breathed for a bit, Chris kissing over Peter’s face, Peter stroking Chris’s back, until Chris softened enough to slip out and go to get a washcloth and clean his partner up.
“We definitely need to talk to Stiles about this. How would you feel about taking him to dinner?”
...
Stiles was making bread. Whenever he got upset he liked to make bread, there was something about beating the shit out of some dough and then getting carbs at the end of the process that was just extremely cathartic.
The smell of snow and wood, and peppers and metal entered the kitchen and he looked up to see Chris and Peter stood almost awkwardly for two men who were usually so sure of themselves.
“Stiles, we were wondering if you fancied coming out with us tomorrow? We were thinking maybe we’d go to that new tapas place with the terrace in the reserve?” in any other circumstances it would be hilarious how unsure of himself Peter looked, it wasn’t a look Stiles was familiar with.
“Why?” Stiles asked. Both men looked taken aback. “Look I know the pack seem to be obsessed with us sleeping with each other but I don’t do one night things. If you want a third to try it out maybe Isaac is free or maybe ask Kira, she seems like she’d be into it and has the benefit of not being related to any of us I guess. I’m not your guy there, I’m sorry.”
The two men looked at each other, Peter looking slightly impatient and Chris looking almost hurt.
“Stiles, we’re asking you out to dinner because we like you. We couldn’t care less if you never want to have sex with either of us, we just want to spoil you for a bit and maybe convince you we could have a good thing here. It’s not an impulsive experimentation thing, we’ve been thinking about this for a while. Also both of our daughters have made it abundantly clear that if we don’t stop pining they will start putting horrible things in our food.” Chris rolled his eyes at least twice while he was talking.
“Why?” Stiles repeated, a serious question this time. Peter stepped forwards to take his hand in his, still warm from holding Chris’s.
“Because you’re beautiful and smart and so unbearably sexy. Because you are so brilliantly strong and kind and if it weren’t for you we would still be trying to navigate teenage politics in the woods. Because both of us have wanted you before we even realised we wanted each other. Because that night when we got to hold you between us, even though we were so worried you wouldn’t wake up, was like a puzzle piece slotting into place.” Peter had moved closer and kissed Stiles on the cheek. “Tomorrow, 7pm, meet us by the door.” Then Peter dragged Chris from the room and headed back upstairs.
Stiles stood in the kitchen, hands covered in dough wondering what the fuck just happened.
...
“I’m worried we were too direct.”
“Christopher, honestly ‘too direct’ could be the title of my autobiography. He’ll either meet us tomorrow or he won’t. If he doesn’t we ask again in a different way. If we get two noes we back off.”
“Yeah, I suppose you’re right. I’m bothered by what he said though, does he really think we only want him as an experiment?”
“We just have to prove to him that he isn’t.”
...
Stiles barely slept, he was grateful that he had no classes today, not that he’d be any good in them even if he had slept. He’d be weighing up whether to show up for his ‘date’ no matter how much sleep he got.
He spent much of the day in bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to process when he realised that, for the first time possibly ever, he had people he could talk to about his dating issues.
He made his way over to Kira, Allison and Malia’s room. By some bizarre stroke of luck the three of them had ended up in rooms next to each other so when they had got together they’d knocked down walls and created a mini studio apartment with the largest bed Stiles had ever seen and a ridiculously comfortable lounge area.
Kira was beaming as she answered his knock, her face falling as she saw how miserable he looked.
“Stiles what’s wrong?”
“ I think I just got asked out and I need my war council.”
Kira’s face twitched into the kind of smirk he knew she’d picked up from Malia.
“Come on in.”
Stiles settled himself uncomfortably on the girls’ couch as they all stared at him with various knowing looks. Sometime between him knocking on the door and sitting down one of them had clearly texted Derek and he walked in and sat down. Stiles was happy to consider him a part of the “war council” he might not be good with feelings but the guy was cautious but also open to possibilities in a way that made him a great source of dating advice.
“I think Peter and Chris asked me out this evening.” Kira made a high pitched noise while Malia and Derek rolled their eyes in a way that clearly demonstrated their relation.
“I don’t know if I should say yes.”
“You should, obviously. You’ve all been staring at each other for longer than is probably healthy.” To Stiles’s surprise Derek was the first to speak up. “and if it goes badly for whatever reason you can always just pretend you thought it was just a friend thing.” Kira elbowed Derek but Stiles appreciated the practicality.
“Stiles.” Allison was looking at him very seriously “Peter might be a mischievous bastard but my dad doesn’t do fucking around so far as I know. If they asked you together I’m confident they meant it. The question for me is do you want to date them?”
“I really do.”
...
To say Chris was tense waiting to see if Stiles would show up would be an understatement. Peter was acting his usual amount of unbothered but the way he kept leaning in to get Chris’s scent on him was a dead giveaway.
Finally at five past seven Stiles all but fell down the stairs, recovering himself with a grin.
“If you were expecting punctuality I’m afraid you got the wrong guy.”
They took Chris’s truck because it had three front seats, trying to work out who was sitting in the back seeming like an unnecessary amount of awkwardness.
Chris and Peter had known Stiles was dying to try this place making it the ideal location, plus even Peter’s snobby tastes couldn’t argue with the reviews this place had had. It was an old train station on a line that was no longer in use that had been converted into a sort of cabin with the terrace bleeding into the reserve. It was gorgeous.
They ordered wine and some croquetas, serano ham and olives to munch on while they worked their way through the menu, finally ordering enough tapas for about eight people, three wolves on a table making short work of it.
Given how awkwardly the invitation had been received Chris was pleased to note that the conversation flowed easily. There was no denying that Stiles was effortlessly charming, which was part of the reason he’d fallen for him in the first place, but watching the way he taunted Peter and held up his own end of conversations on literature, social issues and film trivia Chris was struck all over again with how special the man was.
They drove home as Stiles talked in great detail about Doctor Who and how David Tennant and Billie Piper had helped him realise that gender really wasn’t a problem for him in terms of attraction, the conversation somehow spiralling into why Jessica Jones was a perfect show. Chris looked over at Peter and saw his feelings mirrored, they could listen to this forever.
There was some brief awkwardness in the hallway when they got home.
“I don’t think I’m ready for the next step just yet, I’m sorry.” Chris’s heart broke at how apologetic Stiles looked, he started to wonder who had made Stiles think affection depended on him giving what he wasn’t prepared to and landed on Scott McCall. It wasn’t fair that for so long Stiles’s relationships had been based on giving with no taking. They would fix that.
Peter leaned in first, scenting their alpha gently.
“Stiles we won’t ever ask more than you want to give, your company this evening was more than enough. Sleep well.”
Stiles nodded and headed upstairs.
...
When Peter and Chris got back to the room they now shared, Chris pulled Peter in for a slow kiss. It felt to Peter like Chris was trying to slowly unravel him, there was a different kind of heat to the kiss than they’d had before, like they were trying to tell each other they were never going to let go without speaking.
“I want you to fuck me tonight” Peter stared back at Chris “only if that’s something you want of course, I just, shit Peter, I love you so much and I want this with you.”
Peter would forever deny how deeply he felt for Chris then, he knew he loved him, being reminded of everything all at once though was like being punched in the kidneys.
“Oh Christopher, I’m going to make this so good for you.”
Clothes got lost quickly after that, they landed on the bed, Peter over Chris.
“Tell me if anything is uncomfortable?” Peter reached for the lube in the bedside table. Chris had taken a couple of fingers during a blowjob before, or a vibrator but Peter was going to make this good, so good.
He warmed up the lube on his fingers and brought one down to slowly circle Chris’s rim, biting at his nipples until he heard his breath hitch and finally pressing one in.
He moved slowly, in a was he knew from experience was torturous, sucking on Chris’s neck until he finally drew out an impatient noise and added a second finger.
He stroked Chris’s walls for a bit until he found the change in texture he was looking for, crooking his fingers and making Chris gasp.
He lowered himself down to take Chris into his mouth, teasing him until he added a third finger, pressing his thumb on Chris’s perineum as he gave an especially hard suck, relishing the groan as he spilled down his throat.
He drew back to slick himself up, werewolves recovered fast, Chris would be hard again in minutes and much as he loved the man, his patience had its limits.
They set a slow but deep rhythm, kissing softly as Chris slowly hardened again, Peter balancing on one elbow to take him in hand.
“Fuck, Peter, I love you.” Chris came slowly as Peter followed him over the edge.
“I love you Christopher, more than I ever thought I could love one person, let alone two. I don’t deserve this but I’m not about to argue against it. God Chris you have no idea.”
They fell asleep kissing softly.
...
The Stiles of another time would have given his left testicle to lose his virginity, let alone lose it to two incredibly hot men. The Stiles of this time, however, didn’t just want sex. He wanted to wake up beside the two of them, he wanted to curl up and watch movies with them. He wanted to be allowed to love them.
He needed to be sure they meant what they’d said before he jumped in. They had made the first move so he figured it was his turn. The Office had trivia on a Thursday which seamed like the perfect opportunity. He asked the two of them over breakfast on Wednesday and they agreed with matching grins.
...
The Office was walking distance from the packhouse so they didn’t have to worry about driving, a small vial of wolfsbane in each of their pockets to slip into their drinks.
Peter had been on a lot of dates, like a lot. Especially given that he went into a coma pre tinder, he was weirdly proud of his ability to get hot people into bed but even including Chris he was pretty sure this was the first time someone had taken the initiative to ask him out. Of course he would never have expected Stiles to be passive but it was a pleasant surprise all the same.
He and Chris deliberately made sure to walk on either side of Stiles on the walk over, brushing shoulders occasionally on the way, making Peter preen at the thought of how Stiles would smell of the two of them.
They named their trivia team “Howl you like me now” which Stiles found hilarious and absolutely no one else did. They started pretty strong on the pop culture round and it was downhill from there as more wolfsbane spiked beer was consumed.
Peter flashed his eyes at Stiles during the history round when he suggested that Peter and Chris had lived through most of it so should know the answers. None of them knew anything about sport and Peter wrote “Christopher’s ass” as an answer on any question about art.
They came dead last and it was one of the best evenings Peter had ever had.
Stiles walked between them on the walk home and took one of their hands in each of his.
...
Stiles skidded into the kitchen the next morning to grab some toast and Peter, Chris and Derek looked up suddenly pushing whatever they were looking at under the table.
“You guys okay?” they all looked worried and whatever it was they clearly wanted to hide it from him.
“You’re late for class sweetheart, it’s nothing bad we’ll talk when you get home.” Peter kissed him on the cheek and Stiles stumbled out of the door.
He was so surprised by the kiss that he was halfway through his day before he realised he should probably be nervous about something.
...
When Stiles got home he immediately marched into Peter and Chris’s room.
“Okay, what is it?”
“Let me go and get Derek.” Peter got up and left the room leaving Stiles with Chris.
Chris took Stiles’s hand and pulled him to sit next to him. He leant in to scent Stiles’s neck and cupped his jaw to bring his eyes to meet his.
“Do you trust me that it’s nothing bad?” Stiles stared into cool blue eyes and nodded. “It’s something we need alpha input on, the other two are nervous because they’re used to classic pack politics but I think it’s going to make you happy.”
Before Stiles had the chance to ask what the everloving fuck Chris was on about the Hales came back into the room. Derek pushed a sheet of paper into his hand.
“Read”
“We really need to work on teaching you more words Der” Stiles pushed his nerves into sarcasm as he looked down at a letter.
“Derek, Uncle Peter,
Brazil is amazing, you wouldn’t believe how many cool things you can hunt in a rainforest. The Santos pack have been happy to take me back in and I am happy and healthy again.
The thing is I miss home. No matter how long I’ve been here, home is still you guys. Rumours still get to me here and I’ve heard that Beacon Hills finally has a stable alpha. All those years I was waiting to hear of a Hale alpha it never occurred to me that maybe the Hale pack didn’t need one of us to lead.
Whoever they are, do you think they would let me come home? If you idiots could find a way to ask diplomatically and let me know I’d be grateful. If it’s a no you’re always welcome to come visit, the Santos pack don’t seem to see you as a threat which, I mean, take that however you want.
Love you dumbasses.
Cora x”
Stiles looked up to see both Hales looking at him with tense expressions.
“I appreciate you both running this by me and all but did you really think I would ever say no? Cora is amazing and she’s your family, she’s welcome here any time.” Derek’s face was breaking into and uncharacteristic smile. “That said, she doesn’t know the alpha is me?” Peter shook his head. “how would you feel about fucking with her a bit?”
...
Cora Hale drove back into Beacon Hills and felt like she could breathe again.
So many awful things had happened to her here but it was her home, her family’s territory, and she just never felt as settled as she did when she was here.
She turned down familiar roads leading to her family’s old house, her uncle and her brother had told her they had rebuilt on the foundations. Whoever the new alpha was they clearly loved them enough to share their family’s history with them.
She turned onto the driveway and caught a glimpse of the new pack house, it was more modern than the last with bigger windows and stretching out further rather than having a lot of stories the way the old place had.
Cora took a deep breath, stepped out of her car and rang the doorbell.
The door opened and she took a step back in shock as the last person she had expected to see here, Chris Argent, stood on the threshold, flashing beta blue eyes at her.
“Cora! We heard you were coming, our alpha is looking forward to meeting you.”
Cora followed him in silence wondering if she had made a horrible error in judgement. She was ushered through hallways and into a room with a large wingback chair at the centre, holding none other than Peter Hale.
“Dear niece. Have you finally decided to accept me as your alpha.”
Cora was speechless. She loved her uncle but he was a ruthless bastard. She’d heard stories of the last time he’d been an alpha. She was starting to think she’d made a horrible mistake when she heard a giggle from the next room hastily followed by a shushing sound.
“Uncle Peter what...”
“SURPRISE” Cora span around to see a sea of faces she hadn’t seen for years holding a welcome home banner and got a face full of glitter as balloons fell from the ceiling.
Still confused and disoriented she let her brother wrap her in a hug as her uncle cackled wildly behind her.
“Someone better tell me what the fuck is going on or I’m going to start ruining some expensive furniture.”
“It’s good to see you Cora” Stiles stepped away from the group and to her surprise flashed red eyes at her.
“You fucker.” There was no real heat to her words as she accepted a drink from him and tilted her head in submission to her new alpha.
“I’m glad it’s you” and she punched him solidly in the arm.
...
Chris woke up feeling slightly foggy but not too much worse for the wear. The evening had been a rush of laughter and love. It was weird but since he’d been with his pack he’d realised just how much his family hadn’t been a family at all. It had taken over forty years but his found family wasn’t something he’d give up for the world.
It was useless trying to wake Peter on a wolfsbane hangover. Having experienced actual hangovers Chris could confidently say that wolfsbane hangovers were basically just a minor inconvenience but Peter had no perspective and liked to wallow in self pity. Chris stroked his hair back gently and got out of bed in search of coffee.
He poured a cup and dumped a bunch of hazelnut creamer in it. He would deny it if anyone asked, he had a reputation to uphold, but damn if he didn’t have a secret sweet tooth.
Chris was leaning against the counter drinking his coffee when Stiles walked in and poured his own cup. Black, no sugar, Chris had been surprised when he first learnt Stiles’s preference but getting to know him more, the no nonsense approach made complete sense. Stiles had told him once that good coffee didn’t need embellishing and bad coffee didn’t need savouring so he just took it as it came. It was a very similar approach to Peter’s view of spirits.
“Born wolves are so overdramatic about hangovers, I keep telling Derek that until he’s woken up after half a bottle of room temperature cheap bourbon and no water that he can’t complain but he mostly just throws things at me.” Stiles rambled as he opened the fridge.
Chris chuckled and took a sip of his coffee. “Peter will lie around all day like he’s dying from a tiny headache, I told him once about the time I puked on an old woman on a bus because we went over a pot hole.”
Stiles giggled, his eyes lighting up as he started lugging things out of the fridge. “Their loss, you want breakfast?”
...
Stiles’s mom dying had been awful but, if there was a bright side, it was the fact that it had made Stiles a fucking great cook.
He sat down opposite Chris, serving them both a plate of shakshuka, the rest would save until the rest of his pack of reprobates dragged themselves into the waking world.
They chatted about nothing as they ate, Chris’s foot coming to rest against Stiles’s at some point. Stiles felt relaxed, for the first time he let go of his anxiety about sex, about why they wanted him and just let himself enjoy the contact with one of the men he’d fallen in love with.
Chris helped him wash the dishes and then sighed dramatically taking a plate of leftovers.
“I suppose I should bring his majesty some nourishment” Chris smirked “Thank you for breakfast Stiles, it was delicious.” And he leant in a pressed a chaste peck to Stiles’s lips before heading up the stairs.
Stiles stood in the kitchen staring into space as he tried to process exactly what just happened.
...
Cora was very confused when Derek had invited her to something called the “war council meeting” with a smirk.
Clearly it wasn’t anything serious since 1. It was taking place in Kira, Allison and Malia’s room and 2. She was asked to bring booze.
Cora walked in the room to see Derek, Malia, Kira and Allison sat around laughing. She clutched the bottle of wolfsbane infused vodka still not knowing what the fuck was going on. Kira took one look at her and got up to pour her a glass of wine, gently spiking it, and looked at her in amusement.
“Derek was cryptic wasn’t he?” Cora nodded. “I’ve lived with him for years now and I’m still not sure whether he’s bad at human interaction or just a little shit.” Kira pointedly glared at Derek who shrugged and took a sip of his drink.
“Stiles called us the war council but we like to call ourselves the for-the-love-of-fuck-get-Peter-Chris-and-Stiles-to-stop-eyefucking-and-start-actually-fucking committee. You in?” Malia might not have been brought up by Peter but in the short time she’d known her Cora had grown to love how similar the two of them were.
“Oh hell yes.” Cora grinned.
...
Stiles had always thought of Scott as his best friend, his brother. Since he had his pack he’d started to appreciate just how one sided their relationship had been.
As an alpha he had expected his relationship with his pack to be much the same, people coming to him with problems, him solving them, then everyone going their own way.
It had been years but he was still surprised that he was looked after as much as he looked after others.
Even his dad, after his mom had died, had been all take and no give. It wasn’t his dad’s fault but Stiles could recognise as an adult that their relationship had been fucked up although his dad really had proved himself to be a great parent since.
But his pack seemed to look out for him the way he’d never had before. If he got home tired from college and tried to cook, someone took over for him and listened to his instructions while doing the work for him. When they unloaded their problems on him, instead of getting up and walking away the way Scott would have, they checked in with him too and shared his burdens. They were his support network, his family, and he loved them for it.
For some reason though there was a pretty large contingent of the pack that was very involved in his non-existent relationship with Peter and Chris.
Cora, Kira, Allison, Malia and Derek may have thought they were being subtle but they really, really weren’t.
He made the mistake once of looking to Isaac, who had decided to stick around but hadn’t fully committed yet, for sympathy. He got a snort and some unsympathetic scarf wafting for his trouble.
It was on one of the nights when the pack got a little too interfering that he had escaped to his dad and Melissa’s house.
The two of them still spent most of their time in the packhouse but they sometimes needed family time and he couldn’t blame them.
Claudia was almost three months old and so much bigger than she had been. Stiles could hardly believe she had so recently been smaller than his forearm.
Noah walked in as Stiles was singing a polish lullaby his mom used to sing. He laid Claudia in her crib when she finally nodded off and turned around to see his dad leaning against the doorframe, arms folded.
“Let’s grab a beer kiddo”
...
Noah looked across the table at his son. He was still struggling to process just how much he’d grown, a year ago he’d wondered how he’d managed to raise this man. He now realised he hadn’t, Stiles had raised himself and he couldn’t undo that, but he would be there for his son now the way he hadn’t been before, he swore to himself.
“I wasn’t a good dad.” Stiles looked up like he was going to argue and Noah held his hand up. “I know you want to reassure me but I want you to listen to what I’m saying. When Mel found out she was pregnant she told me to get therapy before Claudia was born, I didn’t really think it would do anything but she came to the first few sessions with me and I eased into it. I’ve realised that after your mother died I treated you like the other adult in the house. You were eight Stiles and I relied on you and it took your childhood from you. I’m so sorry, and it doesn’t fix it and I don’t want you to respond, I just needed to acknowledge it.”
Noah looked over at his son who had tears in his eyes.
“I really don’t know what to say to that dad. I can’t say it’s fine because it wasn’t but it is now. I can’t even tell you I’m mad about it because I’m not anymore, it made me who I am and I’m proud if that person. All I can say is thank you for talking about it and I love you, dad, I really do.”
Noah brought his son into a hug and kissed the top of his head. He was so proud of the empathetic man he’d become and so grateful to be a part of his pack now.
...
The pack were watching Sharknado for the fifth time. It was a group favourite.
Stiles marched in looking quite ruffled, he was wearing his “I just dealt with Scott” face and Kira couldn’t work out why, Scott was on the east coast now. She realised of course maybe it wasn’t a Scott specific face but maybe a face that showed he’d had a tough conversation with someone he loved.
“Stiles are you...”
He marched straight past her and stood in front of Chris and Peter where they were cuddled up on a couch.
“Would the two of you like to come for dinner tomorrow?”
The two betas nodded looking slightly bewildered.
“Good.” And Stiles marched out of the room towards his bedroom.
Kira saw Allison and Derek subtlety fist bump.
...
Stiles woke to immediate anxiety.
He asked them out. In front of the pack. He asked them out. Shit.
He shot upright. He texted his war council and wrapped himself in blankets again hoping it had been a dream.
Sometime later he was woken up again by a body landing on him. He thanked God his sense of smell knew it was Malia, in a previous life that would have scared the living shit out of him. He lifted the blankets to let her curl around him, feeling Cora cuddle up to his back, Kira, Allison and Derek sitting themselves down in different places on the bed.
“What the fuck was I thinking?” Allison stroked his ankle reassuringly through the blankets as he told them all about the conversation with his dad.
“I guess I just felt like I should put it all out there you know? And now they’ll either be expecting something or they’ll be surprised if I make a move and I’m a fucking werewolf so I can’t even pretend I’m sick and oh god. Does someone want to be an alpha? Just kill me, please.”
He finally sat up, Kira was looking sympathetic but Allison and Malia were looking at him like he was an idiot while Derek and Cora were wearing eerily similar “done with your shit” expressions.
“For the love of fuck Stiles” everyone turned to Cora in shock, his council had always been honest but never quite so aggressive. “look, I’ve not been back for long but regardless of the way the two of then look at you if I have to smell horniness coming off my uncle for much longer I’m going to find a wood chipper and throw either me or Peter into it.” Derek was leant over in an uncharacteristic fit of giggles.
“Cora might be blunt but she’s right” Kira said, cuddling into him “they clearly like you a lot, and if they don’t I will personally make sure they get static shocks from everything they touch.”
Stiles giggled “okay, okay. Any recommendations on where I’m taking them?”
“You should cook, we’ll clear the house out. Show off your wolfy provider instinct. More importantly what are you going to wear?” Allison cackled as he buried himself back under the blanket.
...
Chris had changed his shirt five times so far and he still wasn’t happy. He took the current one off and went back to the first again.
“Wear this one” Peter handed him a blue-grey shirt. “brings out your eyes.”
Chris looked over to see his partner staring into his wardrobe looking as overwhelmed as Chris felt. He leant over Peter’s shoulder and grabbed a deep blue v neck sweater.
“This, with the sleeves rolled up. Makes your skin and your eyes pop. He’ll love it.”
They put on their shirts and stared at each other. Chris pulled Peter in for a gentle kiss.
“We’ve got this.”
...
When they got downstairs expecting to meet Stiles, Peter was surprised to find the hall quiet and dark. He looked at Chris and they followed the light towards the kitchen.
Stiles was stood at the stove stirring something and turned to them with a smile that was a touch too anxious to be his usual manic grin.
“Have a seat, the rest have cleared out to the old Hale cabin for the night so it’s just us. Dinner will be ready soon.”
Peter took a seat at the small kitchen table seeing his surprise mirrored on Chris’s face. There was bread on the table, clearly homemade and still warm, and a salad.
Stiles finished up at the stove and brought over the pan, bacon and leek risotto he said, and they all served themselves from all three dishes.
...
Dinner was delicious the way Stiles’s food always was. Peter felt settled by his alpha and hopefully soon-to-be-partner providing for him, while his instincts were usually kept in check they were never buried especially deep.
If he had to adjust himself in his pants watching Stiles lick the whipped cream from desert off his spoon then that was his business. From the look Chris gave him it didn’t look like the movement had been completely unnoticed.
When the dishes were clean and dry, the three of them stood around the kitchen with drinks chatting until Peter caught Stiles stifling a yawn.
Emptying his glass, Peter leaned around Stiles to place it in the sink then, giving him plenty of time to pull away, leant in and pressed their lips together. Stiles looked up at him startled but smelling sweetly joyful. Chris, with a hand on his cheek turned Stiles to face him and leant in for his own brief kiss.
“Goodnight Stiles.” Peter took Chris’s hand and headed for the stairs not wanting to push their luck too far, leaving Stiles in the kitchen looking dazed with his fingers pressed to his lips.
...
Peter woke up the next morning with a buoyant feeling in his chest. He prodded Chris awake and dragged him out to get pastries for the pack, his urge to provide closer to the surface than it usually was. Chris grumbled about the time until Peter promised to blow him in the shower when they got back which seemed to motivate him into moving.
Peter sat in the car beaming, thinking about where they could take Stiles out to next, he was happy and off his guard which was why he didn’t notice the other car until it ploughed into them.
...
Stiles blearily made his way towards the corner of the conscious world he knew contained the coffee machine, he reached out to turn it on and was impeded by some paper attached to the front of it.
“We’ve gone for pastries, DO NOT start cooking!” the note said. Stiles grinned and tossed it aside to start the coffee. He hadn’t even put out yet and they were already spoiling him.
An hour later Peter and Chris still hadn’t come back. Stiles hoped he was overthinking and reached for his pack bonds with the two of them and felt nothing but a haze of drugged confusion. He sped toward his jeep grabbing a pair of someone’s pants from the washer as he went and dialling Allison’s number. He knew she would be awake and he would need the rest of the pack as soon as possible. Someone had taken his mates.
...
“So Christopher, I’ve always wanted to ask, why do hunters always tie us to fencing?” Peter’s words were slightly slurred as the wolfsbane they’d been injected with worked its way out of their system.
“Most places you find that are abandoned and isolated enough to torture people in don’t have a handy place to attach them to. Fencing is nice and portable and attaches to most things easily. Plus it conducts electricity which is a nice bonus if you’re not the one attached to it.”
The hunter that had been left with them looked slightly bemused by the conversation. He was young, Chris guessed maybe 25 at most. He didn’t recognise him which meant at least his father probably hadn’t found a way to claw himself out of the grave which was a relief. Why they were here though was another question, they had been taken quickly and efficiently speaking to careful planning and a lot of know how.
“I’m so sorry about the accommodations gentlemen but I’m afraid I need to speak with your alpha.” Chris knew that voice and a glance at Peter showed he wasn’t alone. Of course Alan Deaton wouldn’t know to leave well enough alone.
...
Stiles was nearly feral with rage, for the first time since he turned his fox was threatening to take him over entirely. He didn’t like the feeling, he had always been logical, cool in the face if threats to his friends but right now all he wanted to do was tear into whoever had done this.
The only thing stopping him from going off the rails entirely was the knowledge that he still had the rest of his pack and that they would find Peter and Chris together. He chose smart, capable betas, they would get them back.
They easily found the wreckage of the car halfway between the pack house and the bakery. Stiles deferred to Derek and Allison who used their combined tracking skills to lead the pack to a disused power sub station near the edge of the preserve.
The scent of wolfsbane was almost overwhelming as they got closer, he tapped Derek, Cora and Malia to come in with him first needing their brutality to clear the way. Allison, Isaac and Kira had been placed at the corners of the building to corral anyone trying to escape thanks to their speed or the range on their weapons.
He gave them a nod and pulled his beta shift forwards, he didn’t want to be fully shifted for this, he wanted to use his hands, he wanted to be able to talk to the bastards who took Peter and Chris from him.
...
“Stiles never should have been an alpha, it’s put everything out of balance.” Deaton phrased each word carefully the way he always had. “I thought he would die under that alpha’s attack but he’d been teaching himself more than I had imagined. I thought Theo would kill him easily but his alpha shift was unexpected. I thought Gerard would finish him off but Lydia was a variable I hadn’t factored in. I won’t be surprised this time. My duty, my calling, is to protect the balance of nature and werewolves simply cannot be permitted to exist. You claim territories like the land is just something you can take. None of you should have walked away from the fire.”
“You let Kate through the wards.” Peter’s voice was more lost than Chris had ever heard it. For that alone Chris wanted Deaton ripped limb from limb.
Deaton nodded “this time though, this time I have everything accounted for. The building is surrounded with mountain ash, the circle will close itself when they’re all inside. I’m prepared to burn with you this time. No more distancing, no more tricks. Tonight the werewolf oppression of this land ends.”
The faint current running through the fencing was keeping his strength and healing back in a way Chris was intimately familiar with from the other side, being on the receiving end though was far more painful than he had ever imagined.
He listened to the first roars and screams as his pack tore their way into the building and shut his eyes finally understanding why the room smelt so strongly of gasoline as Deaton pulled a lighter from his pocket.
...
The four of them clawed their way through the hunters that rushed to stop them moving into the building.
Stiles snarled and ripped through a young woman’s jugular with his claws. He turned back to the Hales Derek giving him a nod in between ducking the wolfsbane infused blade wielded by the hunter he was fighting.
“Go, Stiles, get them back.”
Stiles didn’t need to be told twice, he followed the hall towards the sound of buzzing electric current. He entered the last room to find Peter and Chris strung up on fencing, held stationary with the electricity running through him. A flashback of the Argents’ basement hit him suddenly and he stumbled for a moment.
“What is it with hunters and fencing?” He tried to recover himself. He leant over to turn the current off it had been way higher than it needed to be to keep the other two immobile and they sagged in relief.
Peter’s eyes suddenly flew wide open. “Stiles, you have to go, he’s going to do it again.” The sheer panic in his voice brought Stiles up short when he heard the click of a lighter behind him.
...
Isaac was leaning against a tree waiting for any hunters that might be dumb enough to try to run in his direction when the building suddenly went up in flames.
He started to run towards it when he suddenly hit a wall he couldn’t see. He glanced down and spotted the mountain Ash, almost imperceptible against the dark ground.
“ALLISON, MOUNTAIN ASH CIRCLE AROUND THE BUILDING YOU NEED TO BREAK IT NOW”
...
Flames erupted around Stiles and he barely noticed. He tackled Deaton to the floor. The druid struggled and Stiles broke a section of pipe from the wall and drove it through his shoulder and into the concrete. He didn’t want to kill him, not yet. He didn’t know why Deaton was doing this and he didn’t care. He had felt the mountain ash barrier close itself up and the similarities to the Hale fire were too close to be a coincidence.
Past attacks on him and his pack began to line themselves up in his mind, the missing puzzle that was Deaton’s involvement making everything connect in a way it hadn’t before.
“You were doing this all this time. Why?” Stiles dug his claws into Deaton's leg, careful to avoid his arteries.
Deaton just laughed. “it’s too late. You’re not leaving. You can’t. I will bring balance and the earth will thank me.”
Stiles drew his claws out and plunged them into the druid’s other leg making him scream.
Deaton thought he knew everything, but that was far from true. Stiles let a feral grin onto his face as he felt the mountain ash circle break and by the look on Deaton’s face he felt it too.
“You seem so confident but you know, the earth and me are actually on pretty good terms.”
Stiles stood up and smiled down as a tree root burst through the concrete to wrap around the druid’s leg. Deaton’s eyes went wild.
“Gerard Argent made such a good blood offering don’t you think? The nemeton and I have an understanding now see, and we will never let you hurt us again.”
Stiles watched impassively as more roots wrapped themselves around Deaton and the man screamed as he was dragged through the concrete and into the ground, leaving nothing behind but a bloody piece of pipe.
Water flowed from the gap left in the floor and extinguished the fire as Stiles calmly snapped the handcuffs holding Chris and Peter to the wall.
...
The pack staggered home a little singed but mostly okay. Malia’s hair had been partially burn off but she was mollified by Kira telling he she’d look hot with a buzz cut as Allison nodded eagerly.
Derek held close to Peter and Cora on the trek back, needing to feel them after another near miss.
Isaac finally tilted his head and claimed Stiles as his alpha.
When they got back to the house Noah, Melissa and Lydia were waiting for them, apologising for not being able to get there in time and pulling out takeout containers from the local diner to make up for it.
As the food disappeared and the adrenaline started to wear off various pack members drifted to different corners of the lounge to doze leaving Stiles, Peter and Chris.
Stiles walked off to the stairs and looked back to the other two.
“Are you coming then?”
Peter and Chris looked at each other in confusion and followed.
...
If someone had asked Chris to draw a picture of Stiles’s room before he’d seen it he would have got it almost spot on.
There were clothes pretty much everywhere although the clean pile was clearly separate from the dirty pile. There was a half eaten bag of cheese puffs sitting on the desk next to a laptop held together with duct tape and prayers. The only tidy part of the room was the enormous bookshelf, full of archaic supernatural lore and well cared for comics.
Chris followed Peter in feeling uncharacteristically nervous as Stiles shut the door behind them. He leant against the door for a minute with his eyes shut and when he opened then they were glowing bright red.
“Don’t you two ever scare me like that again.” There was a hint of alpha command under the words that made Chris shudder.
Stiles pulled them both in for a fierce hug, scenting them thoroughly before pulling away.
“I am seriously fucking furious with you.” To Chris’s surprise Stiles pulled his hoodie off over his head.
“Because I was so preoccupied worrying about what I was to you I never considered how much I fucking love you both.” He toed his shoes off “and all I could think about was that I’d been an idiot as per usual overthinking and not taking something for myself because, I don’t even know, I thought maybe I’d regret it.” Stiles’s shirt came off and Chris was momentarily distracted by skin before what Stiles had said really sank in.
“But all I could think when you disappeared was how much I would have regretted doing nothing if it had gone wrong and I’m done regretting. I want this, do you?” Stiles dropped his pants and stood in his underwear staring at the two of them with challenge in his eyes.
...
Stiles stood in his boxers watching the shock on Peter and Chris’s faces and suddenly wondering if he’d made a horrible misjudgement.
Peter was the first to move, grabbing Stiles by the wrist and pulling him in to kiss him. It was nothing like the brief kisses they’d shared so far, Peter seemed to be trying to devour him invading his mouth, biting his lip and fisting his hands in his hair. Stiles groaned and fell into it until he was pulled away and then Chris was kissing him deeply, his hands digging into Stiles’s hips, Peter scenting at his neck.
Stiles pulled back for air and giggled. Tugging at their shirts. “Fuck this is fantastic, I’m going to need less clothes though, yeah, definitely less clothes.”
Peter pulled his shirt over his head and plastered himself to Stiles’s back as they both watched Chris strip his shirt off. He bit Stiles’s earlobe as Chris pulled pants and boxers off in one move. He was beautiful, salt and pepper chest hair and half hard cock between leanly muscled thighs. Stiles had paid attention before he was changed and knew that his physique wasn’t just werewolf power, he’d worked for it.
Stiles’s hand reached out without his permission and he drew it back swallowing nervously.
“it’s okay sweetheart” Peter whispered in his ear “you’re allowed to touch”
Stiles tensed slightly.
“What’s wrong Stiles are you okay?” Chris asked
“I’m okay its just, erm, I’ve not done this before? I just, maybe give me some pointers?”
“oh sweetheart we’re going to ruin you for anyone else” Peter growled possessively in his ear as Chris moved forwards to press against his front.
“Will you let us just make you feel good?” Chris asked and Stiles just nodded, letting the guide him backwards towards the bed.
Peter slipped away from his back as Chris moved to sit against the headboard. They maneuvered so Stiles way lying across Chris’s chest and they kissed, more gently than before but no less intensely. Chris pulled back and looked at him.
“I love you too, I hope you know that.” Stiles ducked his eyes as a warm feeling spread through him. Chris guided his head up so they were looking at each other again. “are you comfortable with Peter eating you out? He’s really very good at it and I know he’s been dreaming about it.”
Stiles groaned and buried his head is Chris’s chest and nodded, feeling Peter gently pull off his underwear. The feeling of exposure as Peter spread his cheeks made him gasp.
The first lick across his hole was like nothing he’d ever felt, Peter started slowly teasing gently around his rim and Chris kissed his through the arousal that was sparking through him. Peter spent a wile exploring until he pointed his tongue, pushing it inside his hole gently, withdrawing to massage the muscles, getting Stiles to relax so he could move in further.
Chris pulled back from the kiss and started to move out from under Stiles who whimpered in protest. Chris chuckled and stroked his hair.
“Relax, I’m just going to get him ready for you, he’s been dreaming about you fucking him. Do you keep lube in you bedside drawers?”
Stiles nodded “top left” and groaned as Peter nibbled at him, allowing Chris to slide away. He heard the sound of the draw opening and a cap being popped then Peter groaned against him.
Things went a little fuzzy then, the feeling of Peter eating him out combined with the friction of him rubbing against the sheets driving him wild. Finally Peter worked a finger in and pushed against his prostate and he shouted his release as he came onto the blankets.
Stiles lay there for a few minutes until Peter pulled his finger away and turned Stiles over onto his back.
Stiles leant up to kiss him but Peter pulled away.
“Grab some mouthwash sweetheart, you don’t know where I’ve been” Peter’s smirk was wiped off is face as Chris did something with his fingers, smirking at Stiles over his shoulder.
“I honestly couldn’t care less right now” Stiles kissed Peter, tasting himself.
Peter started to shudder and groaned as Chris grabbed the base of his cock to hold back his orgasm.
“You bastard.” Peter gritted out, folding over to breathe against Stiles’s dick which was starting to twitch with renewed interest.
Chris just chuckled and handed Peter the lube. Stiles didn’t understand why until slicked up fingers were circling his hole. Peter looked up at him in question and Stiles nodded. The first finger slid in easily after Peter’s earlier efforts and Peter smiled up at him.
“Chris has been thinking about fucking you, you know?” Stiles’s breath hitched as he finally processed the fact that they’d talked about this, talked about him. “and what we really want is for Chris to fuck you as you fuck me, would you like that sweetheart?” Peter slipped a second finger into Stiles then, gasping as Chris gripped him again, fighting back his orgasm.
“Oh god yes, that anything just fuck Peter I need more.”
Peter grinned although there was an edge of desperation under the usual smugness, he didn’t seem as in control as he usually was. Stiles looked at Chris who looked satisfied like this was a state he was used to bringing Peter to and wasn’t that a thought. Stiles was suddenly hit with images of the two of them taking Peter apart together.
“Peter, more. Now.” There was a growl to his words as Peter added a third finger, the stretch more noticeable now but not unpleasant as Peter massaged and scissored stretching him as much as he could.
Stiles was ready, he couldn’t take the tease any more. He pulled away and growled at Peter.
“On your front. Now.” He felt smug satisfaction as Peter moved to obey, sliding onto the bed on his belly, ass tilted up and perfectly presented. Stiles felt some of his animal take over as he massaged Peter’s cheeks, pulling them apart and slowing working his cock in. Tight heat enveloped him like nothing he’d ever felt before. He held himself steady, sucking marks into Peter’s neck feeling a satisfaction in knowing that they’d be there for hours since they were left by an alpha.
“Chris, if you don’t get in me now I swear we’re doing this without you.”
He looked over his shoulder to see Chris looking at him with awe as he slowly pushed in and suddenly he was full, so full, and sensations took over.
He started thrusting forwards into Peter’s heat and back onto Chris not knowing which feeling he wanted to chase more. He turned his head to kiss Chris as the man grabbed his hips and started a filthy grind against his prostate.
Stiles shut his eyes and mewled, reaching round to work Peter’s cock, knowing he wasn’t going to last long and wanting him to come first.
Before long Peter was howling, clenching and rippling around Stiles as his came over the sheets and Stiles’s fist.
The sensation was too much for Stiles whose mouth fell open as he pushed as far inside Peter as he could coming hard.
He was riding out the aftershocks as he felt Chris, still hard, start to pull away. He reaches back to grab Chris’s hip.
“Don’t you dare go anywhere I want you to fuck me until you come. Make me reek of you, mark me come on Chris.”
Chris growled low, pulling Stiles up and out of Peter to sit on his lap. He grabbed Stiles’s hips in a bruising grip and starting lifting him up and down on his cock until he finally shouted his release, biting down on the nape of his neck.
...
Peter’s legs started working first so he went off on self-imposed washcloth duty.
He cleaned his mates up gently and cuddled up against Stiles’s back under the covers, sandwiching him between him and Chris.
“I also love you, just so we’re clear. I’m furious Christopher got to say that first”
Stiles’s laugh had always been beautiful.
...
1 year later
When Stiles had first been turned he had assumed law enforcement would no longer be a viable career path but his dad had recruited him into the informal Beacon Hills supernatural squad, or what Noah called the “Weird Shit Division”. Derek was the second member and they had added the newbie, deputy Parish, who was... something, Lydia was working on it.
He was sat at his desk trying to find the right way to explain that it was a siren issue but said siren had been decapitated by one of his fiancés when his dad walked over and plucked the pen out of his hand.
“You should be getting ready”
“I know I just need to...”
“Go, Stiles, today only happens once right?”
Stiles grinned and stood to leave “yeah, yeah it does.”
...
Peter awkwardly adjusted his tie. It wasn’t a wedding. There was zero legal basis to what they were doing, and certainly nothing religious, but there were enough humans in the pack that some of the traditions had made their way into the binding ceremony regardless.
There was nothing in any of the three of them that wanted a big event and because they were all from the same pack there was no need for a lot of the formal giving away that would accompany bondings where packs were merging.
The hardest part in all honesty had been choosing who would stand with each of them as they made their pledge.
Noah would be leading the ceremony since their alpha would be participating and he was the closest they had to a community leader, he was elected after all.
Allison would stand by Chris of course and Kira and Isaac had elected to stand with him too. Derek and Cora were standing with Peter, as was Malia even though she “liked Stiles more”. She’d definitely got the blunt gene.
Lydia, Melissa (and by extension Claudia) and the newly added Jordan would be standing with Stiles. It was more formality than anything though, they all stood with all three of them really.
The ceremony was brief, an exchange of rings in honour of Chris and Stiles’s human past and then they stood together, and gave each other their bites.
The influx of sensation was almost overwhelming the bond between the three of them flaring into being as the bites healed to leave thin white scars on the sides of their necks.
They danced through the night in blood soaked torn shirts under the full moon, surrounded by friends and family and pack.
Peter had never felt elation quite like it.