Not Dressed Like That

The summer after sophomore year, Stiles meets a cute guy who actually asks him out. Without the pack and with his dad busy with work and Scott busy with Allison, Stiles spends a lot of time with Theo.
Peter and Chris don't like that, not just out of jealousy but also because they can see that Theo doesn't treat Stiles right.

Notes:

For Sugarmybutt.

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Work Text:

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Title: Not Dressed Like That – Stiles' Horrible, No Good Summer

Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, canon divergence, post season 2, Jackson Doesn't Leave, Spark Stiles, Pack Feels, abusive relationship (Theo/Stiles), misunderstanding, protective/possessive Peter & Chris, hurt/comfort, fluff, BDSM, spanking, bondage, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, knotting, cock-warming, double penetration, sex toys, butt plugs, m/f

Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles

Side Pairings: Theo/Stiles, Boyd/Erica, Jackson/Lydia

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Noah Stilinski, Theo Raeken

Summary: The summer after sophomore year, Stiles meets a cute guy who actually asks him out. Without the pack and with his dad busy with work and Scott busy with Allison, Stiles spends a lot of time with Theo. Peter and Chris don't like that, not just out of jealousy but also because they can see that Theo doesn't treat Stiles right.

Not Dressed Like That

Stiles' Horrible, No Good Summer

Stiles knew that he should probably focus on bigger problems. Like the fact that his principal had kidnapped and tortured him, or that the girl he'd had a crush on since he could walk had reunited in some epic True Love's Kiss moment with her ex, or that his best friend hadn't even noticed the injuries Stiles had sustained because of Scott, or that the Hale Pack was kind of in shambles and he had no idea where he stood in regards to them, or that Peter Hale had somehow resurrected himself, or just generally finishing sophomore year without a panic-attack.

Instead, Stiles' brain had decided to latch onto his dad's dismissive comment in front of the Jungle. That Stiles couldn't be gay. Not dressed like that. Like what? What was so bad about how he dressed? Sure, he had maybe some more… unusual combinations. But for the most part, he wore plaid and graphic t-shirts. Wasn't that what most teenagers wore, whatever their sexuality?

Maybe it was everything playing together. He was trying to avoid all the bigger problems that meant stress and anxiety and focus on this one thing instead, coupled with the fact that Lydia was back with Jackson and Stiles was very determined to get over her. His dad's comment, he just couldn't shake it and it had him thinking more and more about his own sexuality. Was he really straight, or had he just never paid attention to anyone aside from Lydia? Because now that he was actively looking at Not Lydia People, he didn't just notice girls.

He also realized that maybe he had noticed it before too. Perhaps he'd sneaked a look at Derek too when he had the grumpy wolf change shirts for Danny. Maybe his gaze did linger in the locker room when Jackson and Danny got changed. There was a high chance that his fear boners when Derek, Chris and Peter had threatened him in the past weren't entirely and wholly fear. It wasn't entirely off the table that Stiles could be interested in men.

Honestly, fuck heteronormativity. It made everything so much harder. He'd never really considered it an option for himself, even though he knew gay people existed – he'd watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer, even before he met real queer people like Danny or the Drag Queens. It just never really felt like something that applied to him. He wasn't gay; he liked Lydia. He also wasn't bi, because he'd never been in love with a guy before, he only liked Lydia. Surely everyone appreciated a chiseled physique, that didn't count. How could one look at Boyd and not think the guy was attractive, right?

"Straight guys don't actually think that," Jackson informed him dryly.

Stiles flushed brightly, utterly embarrassed. After the warehouse, Jackson was now a real werewolf who needed to learn how to be a werewolf and since Stiles was with Scott and Scott was with Allison, the three of them still kept sitting with Lydia and Jackson at school. It had given Lydia an idea, so she kept dragging Jackson into Stiles' house for werewolf lessons, because she didn't quite trust Derek yet (largely due to Derek's recently resurrected uncle, who had messed with her mind for his resurrection), and since Stiles had taught Scott the Werewolf 101, she trusted him to do the same with Jackson. So now Jackson and Lydia kept popping up at his house every two days or so.

"What, but I mean, surely when you look at Danny, you think he's attractive. You, like, admire how hot he is, right?" Stiles asked, flailing a little.

"Yeah, sure," Jackson nodded and Stiles felt triumphant for just a moment. "I'm also bisexual and Danny and I hooked up a couple times."

Stiles' brain came to a screeching halt at that. Jackson was what. Lost, he looked between Jackson and Lydia. All he got from Lydia was one raised eyebrow, like this wasn't world altering information to her. Oh. It probably wasn't. Before Allison and Scott and Stiles, Lydia had spent all her time just with Jackson and Danny. She must have already known that.

Bisexual, huh. Liking girls and guys. That was a thing that existed. Maybe worth considering, if general attraction factored into these things.

"Stilinski, are you having a gay freak-out," Jackson asked unimpressed.

"I don't know!" Stiles threw up his arms and collapsed backward onto his bed.

How was Jackson Whittemore the person he was talking to about this? Shouldn't his dad – no, not dressed like that – or Scott – no, Scott was too busy mooning over Allison and secretly sneaking around with her without her dad noticing. And… that was it. He didn't have more people. He had his dad, who didn't think Stiles dressed gay enough to be gay, and Scott, who didn't have time for Stiles' freak-out. But due to Scott and Allison, he did spend more and more time with Lydia and Jackson. So maybe Lydia and Jackson counted, now. So instead of sharing this with his best friend Scott, he sat in his bedroom with Lydia perched on his desk and Jackson on his chair.

"Are you bisexual, Stiles?" Lydia asked, both eyebrows raised.

Stiles couldn't help but look down himself. Was he bisexual? Did he dress bisexual? Did he like guys? He liked looking at guys, it got him going to think about guys, but was that… enough? He'd only ever had romantic feelings for Lydia, so did that really count? Was sexual attraction enough for him to qualify as bisexual…?

"Do I dress straight?" Stiles asked instead, looking up at Lydia in confusion. "Do I look like I could be gay? Or bi? Or I don't know?"

"The only way you can 'dress bi' is if you had the bi flag wrapped around you," Jackson rolled his eyes. "You don't dress straight, or gay. You dress like a disaster."

"Jackson," Lydia slapped her boyfriend's chest, but she did purse her lips. "He isn't wrong, honey. The most important thing is that you are comfortable with the way you dress, of course. But if you want to look more… fashionable and appeal to boys too, we could help you out."

"No, we can't," Jackson huffed annoyed.

Lydia slapped his chest again. "He's helping you with your werewolf situation for free, the least you can do is be nice and help him pick some appealing outfits."

Jackson grumbled but he did get up. "Okay, fine. If I have to be seen with you and McCall all the time, I guess I can help you out so you won't embarrass me."

"Thanks, Jerkson," Stiles muttered, just to stare when Lydia also got up. "Wait, what. Now?"

Lydia hooked her arm with Jackson's and shrugged. "Why not? You have something more important planned?"

Stiles' eyes wandered to his phone, knowing his request to play CoD with Scott had been left on read since this morning. Derek was still sulking after the fucked up mess at the warehouse, so there hadn't been any research requests for the pack either. The pack… well, since Stiles kept sitting with Scott and Allison, the pack hadn't really approached him at school yet either, much less outside of school. His dad was at work, another double shift, what with the losses the station had suffered after Matt's attack. No, Stiles had absolutely nothing better to do.

Shrugging awkwardly, Stiles also got up and followed Lydia and Jackson downstairs and out to Jackson's Porsche. It was probably sad that the people he currently spent most of his time with were his former crush and her boyfriend who used to bully him. Ducking his head, he got into the backseat and let Jackson drive him to the mall. He did have some spare cash, after returning the TV that he had bought for Lydia's birthday and holy fuck why had he even done that to begin with.

/break\

"Okay, that actually… looks good on you."

Stiles narrowed his eyes at Jackson and flipped the other boy off. He didn't comment otherwise though because Jackson was right. The black skinny-jeans and the dark-red sleeveless shirt that Lydia had picked out for him did look good on him. He gave it another spin in front of the mirror.

"I have five more," Lydia announced, carrying a load of clothes.

"Batman?"

Stiles, in the middle of accepting the clothes, froze for a moment and then turned to look at Erica in surprise. Just outside the shop were Boyd and Erica, holding hands. Boyd was carrying bags that definitely belonged to Erica. They looked all couple-y. Were they a couple now? Stiles only fleetingly saw them in class, hadn't really talked to them since the basement, two weeks ago.

"Holy shit, you clean up nice," Erica whistled as she walked over to them and circled Stiles.

"I have an eye for fashion," Lydia replied and then looked Erica up and down critically.

Something happened in that moment, something Stiles wasn't fully sure of, but half an hour later found him getting dressed up by Lydia and Erica, with Jackson giving a running commentary of approval and disapproval, while Boyd was parked right next to Jackson. And halfway through, they switched and Lydia and Jackson ended up picking outfits for Erica that 'accentuate what you have without making you look like you want to sell it' (thank you for your sensitivity, Lydia).

"So—o, what's the occasion?" Erica asked later, when the five of them were at the food court.

That made Lydia pause and check in with Stiles. He quickly stuffed his mouth with curly fries to buy himself some time. Was he really ready to say it out loud? He still wasn't sure. And this felt bigger than just in his bedroom, self-doubting.

"Well, now that Lydia broke up with me to take Jackson back, I figured I should put myself back on the market," Stiles declared semi-confidently.

"Still think that was a mistake," Erica pointed out, waving her fry at Jackson. "Downgrade."

Jackson growled and flashed his eyes blue, followed by Erica flashing hers golden back at him and suddenly, Stiles was in the middle, right between two werewolves about to fight in public.

"Let's put the eyes and claws away, guys," Stiles hissed. "And let's try to get along. The last thing we need is more infighting. Wasn't the last half year enough of that? Of being on the same side but not and making everything more complicated by fighting each other instead of the actual threat?"

"But he isn't pack," Boyd noted lowly, regarding Jackson. "He hasn't been by once."

Stiles tilted his head curiously and looked between Boyd and Jackson. "He hasn't. You make it sound like being pack is up to Jackson."

"It is," Boyd shrugged. "When Erica and I returned, we talked to Derek. He… took us back. But we told him things have to change. He wants things to change too, so we're… making it work, together. But he's done running after betas who don't want to be in his pack, Scott taught him that lesson the hard way. If Jackson wants to be in the pack, he has to tell Derek that."

Stiles nodded and turned toward Jackson. "You want to be in the pack."

"Stiles," Lydia frowned and pursed her lips.

"I know you don't like that Derek's formerly insane formerly dead uncle is part of the Hale Pack deal now," Stiles lifted his hands up in defense. "But the insane part that led to the dead part? That was because he was feral. Packless. You don't want to be in a pack with Peter? You definitely don't want Jackson without a pack either."

There was a flicker of genuine fear in Jackson's eyes and Stiles actually got that. The kanima must have been quite the traumatic shitshow for him. And it had happened because he was alone. If being alone was what would lead to another disaster? Lydia pressed her lips together in a tight line and reached out for Jackson's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Could you… arrange a meeting for us with your Alpha?" Lydia asked, looking at Boyd and Erica.

The two wolves exchanged a look, resulting in Erica shrugging and Boyd nodding. Okay, great. Another wolf successfully integrated into the Hale Pack. Yay him. Derek honestly so owed him.

/break\

There was one thing Stiles hadn't really considered when pushing Jackson into joining the pack. Jackson would no longer need him if he got his Werewolf 101 from actual werewolves. Lydia sounded genuinely apologetic when she cancelled the following week, telling him that they were getting to know the Hale Pack, that they spent practically every day pack-bonding.

He didn't blame her, he understood that Jackson was her priority. He also understood that they needed this time right now, to really make sure Jackson would become part of the pack. To avoid something like the kanima from happening again. Stiles got that, he really did.

It was just that Jackson and Lydia coming over had been the only thing he had going on outside of school. Scott kept ditching or ignoring him and there was nobody else. So it had been kind of nice to teach Jackson how to be a werewolf and to bond with Lydia. But now he was no longer needed.

At least his dad managed to make some time for him the next weekend. He had the day off on Saturday and suggested they go to the mall, watch a movie and eat afterward. They saw some mindless action flick together with a lot of explosions and it was great to just share popcorn – yes, to celebrate the occasion Stiles had even allowed his dad popcorn – and whisper about the bad plot. It kinda felt like it used to, before werewolves and hunters and lies.

Afterward, they went to the food court. While his dad was still in line, Stiles had already gotten his food and decided to pick a table. He picked at his fries while he waited, until there was a hand on his shoulder. Instinctively did he turn toward it with a smile, about to say something to his father. He froze when he realized it wasn't his dad though. There was a guy, about his age, smiling at him.

"Hey," he said, all charming and cute. "I saw you here last weekend and wanted to say something, but you were surrounded by your friends and I didn't want to make it awkward."

"Huh," Stiles blinked, confused about where this was going.

"You're cute and I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime."

Stiles opened his mouth, unsure what was going to come out of it – because he had never been asked out before and wait was this even meant as a date or just hanging out? No. Nobody asked strangers for friendship hangouts, right? This had to be a date? Had a cute guy just asked him out on a date? What was he supposed to answer? – but he didn't have a chance to reply at all, because his dad joined them in that moment.

Noah laughed amused and patted the boy on the back. "You're barking up the wrong tree, son."

Stiles, wearing the new bisexual-approved clothes Lydia had picked for him, looked down himself and then over at the cute guy who had just hit on him and then at his father, who still thought it was not possible that Stiles could be queer. The cute guy made a face, gave an excuse and then left. Stiles just sat there, not feeling very hungry anymore and his mood souring too.

It suited him just fine when his dad was called in after all, despite his day off. Noah looked all apologetic and patted Stiles on the back and Stiles felt bad for being glad the day got cut short. He did love his dad. It just… He didn't feel seen by his dad.

He returned his tray and decided to head home. Maybe he could watch a movie or something. Or play video games. There was some kind of research rabbit hole he could fall into for sure. It'd take his mind off of everything.

(And there was so much. The bruises on his face had faded by now, but the ribs still ached. He hadn't gone down into his own basement yet, since that night. Seeing Erica and Boyd happy together, like they had moved on, hearing that they had just returned to the pack and slotted right back in, made him feel even more like a failure at moving on. He should be able to shake this.)

(Maybe he would feel better if he had the pack too. But he hadn't felt brave enough to talk to Derek yet, because with the way he felt, he didn't know what he would do if Derek looked him in the eye and told him that he didn't want Stiles in his pack.)

(Stiles wished he could talk to Scott about this, but beyond the fact that they barely talked these days, the pack was the last thing he could talk to Scott about.)

"I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I didn't mean to make things awkward with your… father?"

Torn out of his slowly spiraling thoughts, Stiles looked up at the cute guy from earlier. "Oh, no, yeah you're fine, it's alright. And yeah, my dad."

He nodded and smiled, his eyes sparkling. "It's a shame that you're playing for the other team."

"I'm not!" Stiles scrambled to follow when the guy turned away ready to leave. "I, uh. I am… Honestly? I don't really know what team I play for. I'm, like, trying on different Jerseys, hearing the trainer's pitch, weighing my options."

"Sports metaphor taken next level," cute guy grinned amused. "So you'd be… interested in trying out for my team?"

Was this really happening? Stiles' ears were red and his heart was absolutely racing in his chest. Nobody ever paid attention to him. He was just the add-on. People noticed him because he was loud and obnoxious and they usually only talked to him because they wanted something. Not the something that this guy wanted.

"Yes," Stiles' voice squeaked embarrassingly.

But the guy just chuckled. "I'm Theo. Give me your phone, I'll save my number?"

With his heart positively trying to break out of his ribcage did Stiles had his phone over. "Stiles. Me. I'm Stiles."

Theo typed and then looked up at him with a smile. "Well then, Stiles. How about I text you Friday with plans and then we meet up?"

"Great! It's a date!" Stiles blurted out before he could think better of it.

"It's a date," Theo confirmed. "I'll see you then."

Holy shit, Stiles had a date. He bit his lips and waited until Theo was out of earshot before fist-bumping the air and yelping to himself. He scored a date with a cute guy, all on his own!

/break\

Peter was bored out of his mind. Derek's pack was a bunch of teenagers filled to the brim with hormones and teen angst. It figured, somewhat. Derek was only twenty-one and he had sort of skipped the proper teenage phase; he'd been fifteen when his first girlfriend died, at his own hands, and he then, months later, got seduced by a huntress pretending to be his teacher. Though Peter didn't know about Derek's life in New York, he could only guess that Derek spent the time repressing it all and disconnecting from what normal teenagers did. Dragged into the teen drama by Peter biting Scott, Derek had somewhat latched onto them.

Though Peter understood that, it didn't make it any more bearable for the older wolf. Boyd and Erica were in that disgusting new love phase where everything was cotton candy and sunshine. Peter had forgotten how exhausting that was to be around. Isaac was overall a bundle of angst and trauma, which Peter supposed fit very well with their esteemed Alpha.

And now, for the past week, Jackson and Lydia had joined the pack. A lot of bonding – thankfully no trust falls or anything like that, but Derek had his betas train with each other. It was a good strategy, he supposed. The four teenagers learned each other's strengths and weaknesses that way, didn't just improve their own fight but learned what to watch out for with their pack mates. They grew closer that way, especially since Derek had them switch partners regularly.

Lydia was a problem, of course. The girl kept glaring at Peter like she wanted to psychically make his head explode. He could only hope she hadn't mastered her banshee scream yet, otherwise that might just become a reality. So he would have to play… nice, if he didn't want the banshee's wrath.

The Argent kept coming around too. Christopher. Now that Kate, Victoria and Gerard were dead – and only two of those at Peter's own hands, apparently Derek had bitten Victoria and she chose death over being a werewolf. How very on brand – Chris was determined to change his ways. Mostly for his daughter's sake. How drool. Where was that determination when the two of them used to sneak around behind the bleachers? Oh well, the past didn't matter now.

"Hello, Stiles," Peter smiled sharply as he climbed in through the open window.

Because despite how many angsty teenagers Derek managed to drag into his pack, inexplicably the only good addition to the pack was still missing. The only one Peter had wanted in his pack. And Peter, naively, had trusted that by the time he'd resurrect himself, surely Stiles would be a part of the Hale Pack. Even if Peter wasn't the one to give the boy the bite, even if Peter wouldn't get to hear Stiles call him Alpha, at least he would have the ruthless clever boy as his pack-mate.

Derek had failed on all accounts. Not only had he offered the bite to half of Stiles' class but not to Stiles, no, Stiles wasn't part of the pack, at all. It appeared that Stiles and Scott had joined the pack while Peter was dead, but then Scott had made such a spectacular show of betraying Derek (truly, Peter never had thought that boy had it in him to be that cruel and uncaring toward another person to use them as a weapon. Peter might have been mildly impressed, if the boy hadn't ruined it by directly afterward trailing after the Argent girl like a lost puppy).

Peter did respect Derek's decision to no longer run after betas. After how much time Derek had spent trying to convince Scott to join his pack, just to have the boy join as a ruse and use him. He was an Alpha with now five beta wolves and a banshee in his pack, he didn't need more betas. Scott was out and whatever his fate was, it was no longer Derek's problem. Good for him.

Less good for Peter was that his rule extended to Stiles too, apparently. The boy hadn't been by the train depot (and Peter had some choice words about Derek's current hide-out; he understood the need to hide from the Argents but now that the Argents were gone, it was due time to find a proper place to live and build a den for his pack). Peter tried to get information from the teenagers in the pack, but apparently, since Stiles sat with Scott and Scott sat with Allison, none of Derek's first three betas had approached Stiles yet.

A week ago, Erica and Boyd came to the train depot smelling of Stiles though and they asked Derek to meet with Lydia and Jackson, because the wolf was finally ready to join the pack. Getting a whiff of that tantalizing honey and lightning scent reawakened Peter's hunger.

If Derek refused to go to the boy and if the boy refused to come to the pack, well then, Peter was coming to him. Stiles may not be a wolf and may not need pack, but Peter needed the clever boy in his pack. Also because he had proven to be the smartest person around and this pack definitely needed the smarts. Lydia might have a high scientific understanding, but science didn't go too far when facing hunters. Stiles was a strategist with great deduction skills. He was an asset.

Derek knew that. Peter knew that Derek knew that. Stiles had saved the man's life enough in the past months for Derek to see that. Stiles had kept Scott afloat, taught the boy about the wolf and somehow kept Scott alive despite Scott's utter lack of self-preservation skills (like dating an Argent in a den full of Argents, including Gerard). Alas, Derek thought that when Scott had betrayed him, so had Stiles. Because of that, Derek wasn't going to run after Stiles.

How could Derek not see that Stiles had nothing to do with this? It was obvious! The plan, poisoning Gerard by switching out his pills, might have sounded good. But poisoning him with mountain ash to trigger a bite-rejection after forcing Derek to bite Gerard? Convoluted, inefficient, too high a risk of failure – what if Gerard noticed, what if Derek couldn't be forced, what if Gerard survived long enough to find an antidote? No, nothing about this plan screamed Stiles. But Derek didn't listen. He saw Stiles' lack of showing up as further proof.

"Oh, look, the last werewolf I would have wanted to break into my bedroom. Breaking into my bedroom," Stiles' voice was dry. "What are you doing in my bedroom, Creeperwolf?"

Peter smiled very pleased and inhaled deeply. Stiles' scent was addictive, really. The honey was so sweet and rich that Peter could practically taste it on his tongue, while the scent of a thunderstorm brewing was that edge of danger that Peter so loved about this boy. It was why Peter had cradled Stiles' wrist close to his face when offering him the bite, drinking in that scent.

The smile froze on his lips when a different scent hit him. It was all over Stiles. Coyote. Male. Horny and unpleasant. Curling his nose, Peter inhaled deeply and approached Stiles, until he had the boy crowded against the wall. Stiles' pulse jumped and his scent spiked with both arousal and fear. That reaction of Stiles' was another great appeal about the boy.

"I didn't mean the Creeperwolf that literally, what is with the bad touch vibes," Stiles yelped.

"Who," Peter growled out. "Do you smell like?"

Stiles stared at him in confusion, blinking, before he blushed and glared. "None of your business."

The blushing bothered Peter. If this was just a friend, there would be no reason to blush. So this wasn't just a new were, who had transferred to the school and might have had physical contact with Stiles during lacrosse. This was someone whose physical contact made Stiles blush. Peter reined the wolf in before it could growl loudly. How dare some coyote put his paws on Peter's boy.

"Interesting," Peter forced out, keeping his voice light.

"What do you want, Peter," Stiles sighed and shoved Peter. "Aside from being a creep."

"I thought you might want to research Alpha Packs," Peter offered when he brought some distance between them, running a possessive hand down from Stiles' neck to his hand. "Here. Read this."

He put a book in Stiles' hand and then stepped back toward the window. He'd hoped to spend more time with Stiles, but right now his wolf was too close to the surface, too possessive and agitated by this coyote's scent all over his boy. For now, Peter needed to run in the woods, let the beast roam free and calm down. Next time he met with Stiles, he would be prepared.

"Hold on! What do you mean Alpha Pack? What's an Alpha Pack?!"

/break\

"You're in a bad mood," Chris glared annoyed at Peter.

Part of his treaty with the Hale Pack included working with Peter. That would be so much easier if not for their shared past and Peter's overall… Peterness. Peter growled softly at him, flashing his eyes blue and putting his book down.

"We have to research a threat and Derek refuses to ask this town's best research to join this damn pack," Peter snarled annoyed.

Ah. Stiles. Chris returned his attention to the book in front of him. Peter wasn't exactly making his interest in Stiles a secret. He also wasn't quiet about his displeasure with Derek in regards to Stiles' status as not part of the pack. Chris understood where Derek was coming from; Scott and Stiles were a package deal and Derek had no interest in half that package. Though Chris also agreed with Peter. The boy was too smart to be ignored. The only one, aside from Laura and Peter, to figure out the Hale Fire. Brave and vicious too, which Chris had to admit were good qualities. He thought the boy would make a good hunter, with the right training.

"That has annoyed you for weeks now. What changed to get you this agitated?" Chris asked when Peter's growling didn't stop. "I still know you, Peter."

They both may not talk about their shared past, but it still stood between them. Once upon a time, Chris had given his heart to a wolf and it had gotten him the beating of a lifetime from Gerard. It had also been when the Argents first left Beacon Hills. Before Kate was pulled back to lay the fire – and Chris tried very hard not to think about the high probability that she laid it because of Peter, because of Chris and Peter – and before Chris and Victoria had returned to town. Before.

"I think Stiles has a boyfriend," Peter ground out after a long stretch of silence. "A werecoyote. I brought Stiles a book about Alphas the other day, because just because Derek is too stubborn to relent doesn't mean we can't use Stiles' smarts-"

"-and you want to make Stiles come to the pack so you are setting out bait, in the form of knowledge," Chris interjected with an amused snort.

It earned him a glare from the wolf. "-and I could smell the coyote all over him. When I asked him about it, he blushed, Christopher."

Mh. Chris put the book down and looked up at Peter at that. The Hale Pack should be the only weres in town. Satomi's pack lived over in Fox Creek, all other packs in Beacon Hills – the Blackwood Pack, the Kreul Pack, the Dunham Pack – had left Beacon County years ago. So it couldn't be a were just visiting from a neighboring pack.

"A new were in town could be a problem," Chris muttered, rubbing his face slowly and noting that he was overdue for a shave. "Especially with the Alpha Pack looming."

Peter looked extraordinarily pleased by that. "Precisely. The chances that this is a member of the Alpha Pack, using Stiles for information, are high. Surely you agree that he needs to be protected. Isn't that what you and your daughter claim to be all about now? Protecting the innocent."

Chris narrowed his eyes at Peter, knowing exactly that the wolf was manipulating him. However, Peter also had a point. Unlike the wolves, Stiles couldn't smell a were. He also couldn't fight a were off, if things got dicey. Chris ground his teeth together as he considered his options.

/break\

"Mister Argent," Stiles' eyes were large and his mouth hung open a little. "Uh… What?"

Before him stood Chris Argent, with a frown and his arms crossed. "Is your father home?"

Stiles tried not to stare at the bulge of Chris' arms. Turning his attention to the man's face didn't help. Apparently, Chris was trying out a beard. Stiles never realized he could have a thing for beards, but it somehow really complimented Chris' face and the gray in it made him look like a hot silver fox. Like Chris Argent hadn't had the biggest DILF energy before.

"Stiles," Chris heaved a sigh. "Focus."

"Right. Sorry. Forgot to take my Adderall today," Stiles flushed and ducked his head. "What? Uh. Dad's not home. You can find him at the station, if you're looking for…"

Stiles trailed off when Chris just pushed past him into the house. What was happening here. First Peter broke into his bedroom three nights ago, now Stiles' home was being invaded by an Argent. Stiles helplessly followed after Chris, wondering what the man wanted.

"Listen, if this is about your father, I didn't tell anyone anything, okay?" Stiles offered unsure.

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say because Chris froze an then turned toward him. A large, calloused hand cupped Stiles' cheek, tracing the place where it had been scrapped bloody by the concrete floor when Gerard had kicked his head. The touch was surprisingly tender and Stiles felt himself lean into it, a shudder wrecking him. He craved this. He hadn't realized that a human could crave being touched, but him and his dad barely hugged anymore, too much disappointment between them, and Scott never had time and… well, there was nobody else.

"It's not about my father," Chris murmured softly, letting go of Stiles. "And you don't need to worry about him either. Peter… took care of it."

Stiles bit back the whimper of disappointment when Chris pulled his hand away. Thankfully, his brain was quickly distracted by the man's words. Peter took care of Gerard? Peter had killed Gerard? And Chris knew it? And Chris hadn't put a bullet in Peter for it? What was happening here?

"So you and Peter Hale are buddy-buddy now?" Stiles asked dumbfounded.

Chris rolled his eyes annoyed – hah, a normal reaction, finally something Stiles understood; people being annoyed by him. "Not exactly. Allison and I are staying in town, so I have… a treaty, with the Hale Alpha. Part of it is cooperation and shared information. Derek decided to declare Peter my person of contact, since he still lacks a trained Right Hand, Peter fulfills both positions for now."

The book that Peter had left him three days ago was about pack hierarchies. The duties of Pack Alphas but also other roles, like the Left Hand – the enforcer of the pack who took out threats to the pack so betas without fighting experience didn't have to – and the Right Hand – the adviser and general, in a way, the second in command to the Alpha.

"Ri—ight," Stiles nodded, watching. "So if it's not about… you know… then why are you here?"

"Peter told you about the Alpha Pack," a statement, not a question, to Stiles just nodded and didn't interrupt. "You're not part of the pack, but you're still involved. It makes you a target."

Stiles flinched a little at the reminder that he wasn't pack and averted his eyes. "So? What else is new. Not to bring your dad up twice in one conversation, but I'm not exactly a stranger to being a target despite not being a wolf."

"This is serious, Stiles," Chris sounded irritated and stern.

Stiles' head snapped up. "Oh, you think getting tortured by your dad in your basement was a fun time for me, Argent?"

He felt a little validated by the flinch he got from Chris at that. "I… Stiles, this is a pack of Alphas. If they decide to go after you, you're defenseless."

"What do you wanna do about it, aside from rub salt in the wound?" Stiles asked, feeling tired.

"I want to train you," Chris said, hitting Stiles fully out of left field.

"What," Stiles blinked doe-eyed at the man. "You want to do what with me."

There was a weird look on Chris' face for a moment that Stiles couldn't read, before the man sighed. "You don't know how to fight. I want you to learn how to fight. Against human opponents like my father, against werewolves. Not just physically, but also with what tricks and poisons. I want you to be able to get yourself out of a dangerous situation."

Stiles narrowed his eyes at the man. "Why."

"Call it a favor, or trying to make up for what my father did. Whatever will help you answer yes."

Crossing his arms, Stiles stared at the hunter for a long moment. Not like he had a lot of stuff to do these days, sure he now had a boyfriend but Theo lived in Silver Lake so he couldn't see the other every day either. And summer was right around the corner, which meant a lot of empty, lonely, boring hours. Because he fully expected Scott to spend the majority of it with Allison. Lydia and Jackson were probably going to spend it in some werewolfly boot camp with Derek, or whatever.

"Okay," Stiles nodded after a moment. "Fine. Teach me, Obi-Wan Kenobi."

"Absolutely not," Chris shot him a dirty look. "You are not Luke Skywalker."

Stiles perked up just a little bit when he realized that hey, at least Chris got his references.

/break\

Theo had noticed Stiles' scent before he noticed Stiles. The honey was unpleasantly sweet but the scent of a brewing storm had caught his attention. Not enough to really approach the other boy though. No, only when two of the wolves he sat with started flashing their eyes and growling in public and Stiles, with his scent spiking, like lightning splitting the sky, had made them both stop. The wolves had listened to the human boy with the lightning scent.

Theo had done his research. Obsessively so. He had read everything there was about the Alpha spark and how to obtain it.

Inheriting it from one's former Alpha after said Alpha died either of natural causes or through other circumstances like accidents or at the hands of humans. For that, Theo would need an Alpha and he would have to be the trusted second in command, to be high ranking enough to be next in line. Too many variables, too messy.

Stealing an Alpha spark directly from an Alpha was also an option, of course. But for that, Theo would have to kill an Alpha himself. He knew how poor his chances of that were, as a beta he stood no chance against an Alpha on his own.

He'd read some children's tales about True Alphas, but quickly came to dismiss them. Virtue, kindness, good character, all being things that could make a beta rise to Alphahood. Nonsense, that. In a world where power was obtained through violence, why would power be handed out as a reward? All he read about it led him to believe that born wolves used these stories to keep their pups well-behaved. Even if this was true, Theo had enough self-awareness to know he wouldn't qualify.

The forth option had seemed like a children's tale too. Territories with a Nemeton on them were protected by a so-called Spark. A Spark was a natural magic user, the only kind who carried magic within their very souls. All other magic users – witches, wizards, sorcerers, mages – they only used magic borrowed from nature. Unnatural magic, created with the help of spells, potions, runes and sigils. Learned magic, as opposed to the magic a Spark was supposedly born with. Nowadays, Nemetons were incredibly rare. Woods had to make room to cities and streets. Magic had to make room for technology.

Still, the idea of someone as powerful as a Spark, who supposedly had the power to create Alpha sparks with their magic, it was enough to draw Theo to Beacon County. There was a Nemeton here, or so he had heard. He'd been here a couple weeks now and still hadn't found it. But he thought he'd found the Spark, in Stiles.

From what Theo learned, the origins of Sparks laid with Germanic gods. Nemetona, a local tribal goddess of sacred groves. The namesake of the Nemeton. Legend had it that every Nemeton was a seedling from her original sacred grove. Her husband, a god of lightning, had been the first Spark, the first protector of the sacred grove, at his wife's side. As her trees spread out, he granted one human that Spark of magic, a blessing so they may protect his wife's trees in his stead.

Sparks employed the help of werewolves. There had always been Alphas, but there had not always been Alpha sparks. Alpha was just a title, the leader. Nothing was outstanding or particularly remarkable about them, compared to betas. Until the first Alpha wolf agreed to an alliance with a Spark. In gratitude, the Spark blessed the Alpha with a fraction of that magic. The red-glowing eyes, the extra strength and healing, these had been gifts.

Once upon a time, every territory that had a wolf pack also had a Nemeton and a Spark and that was how the first red-eyed Alphas came to be. That was a long, long time ago and those Alpha sparks were passed on for generations. But a Spark's magic was where they originally came from. If Theo were to believe these stories.

Sparks, due to their magic coming from a god of lightning, were supposed to smell like storms. Theo had found that vague and unhelpful but when he met Stiles, he understood. It wasn't just one scent. At first, Stiles had smelt… calm. The calm before a storm, when there were no clouds on the sky yet but one could smell the rain yet to come. And when the wolves got rowdy, the scent picked up, changed, like a storm brewing and lightning crackling in the distance. It was the scent of a storm, but in all of its stages, depending on Stiles' state of mind.

Due to the three wolves with him, Theo had decided against approaching though. Especially since two of the wolves had proved to be short-tempered. Beacon Hills was a small town, he trusted that he'd find the boy who smelt like lightning.

A week later, he had. Sitting all alone at a table at the food court. It seemed like the perfect opportunity. And since he'd overheard that Stiles was trying to find a partner, Theo decided to take that opening. Friendships left less room for manipulation than a romantic relationship did.

The plan was simple, really. He'd make the Spark fall for him, then he would isolate Stiles from the other wolves in his life, until Theo would be the only one Stiles relied on, and then he'd reveal that he was a were. He'd have Stiles' sympathy and support, he'd twist the Spark into believing that Theo would be the more worthy Alpha of this territory, that Theo was deserving of an Alpha spark. And afterward, when he would be Alpha, well, a powerful magic user in his back-pocket would surely come in handy.

Besides, it helped that Stiles was easy on the eyes. That mouth, when it wasn't constantly babbling, was pretty to look at and Theo had some ideas to put it to good use.

Amusingly enough, he didn't even have to do a lot in regards to isolating Stiles. Whenever they met up, there were only two wolves he could smell on the Spark. One was very faint and probably wouldn't be much of a problem. The other one posed a direct threat to Theo's plans, because the wolf was very persistently and deliberately scent-marking Stiles, especially in the neck area. Like he was laying a claim, mocking Theo. Whenever Theo covered Stiles in his scent, he could be sure that particularly the places he had scent marked would be overridden by this other wolf.

A threat to Theo's claim on Stiles and thus a threat to Theo's plans.

/break\

It was officially summer and it was… not really going the way Stiles had thought his summer before junior year would go, if he was being honest. The idealized version that freshman year Stiles had pictured in his head would see Stiles dating Lydia and spending the summer at the Martin lake house with her. The idealized version that sophomore year Stiles had pictured in his head would see him hang out with the pack, all of them including Scott, just bonding with werewolves and having a lot of friends.

Instead, he was shirtless, sweating, panting and under Chris Argent. Which, honestly, kind of nice.

"You're getting better," Chris commented with a smile that made his eyes crinkle.

Stiles swallowed hard and nodded. It was a real challenge not to spot a boner whenever he was training with Chris. Seeing the man sweaty and in nothing but a tank-top that clung to his muscular chest and showed off the surprise tattoos, was already enough to get him going. But when Chris would manhandle him? Yeah, Stiles was really into that. The worst was the praise though. Every time Chris praised him, Stiles wanted to roll around in it and soak it up.

So Stiles' summer wasn't entirely going according to plan. He was getting trained in self-defense and essentially a lighter course on how to fight like a hunter, by the very hot silver fox. He regularly had Peter Hale drop by unannounced to give him more books, share findings with Stiles and in return pick Stiles' brain and though the first time had been weird and creepy and he had considered creating a wolfsbane laced maze to keep the bad touch wolf at a distance, the more often Peter showed up, the more… pleasant… these meetings got. It was easy to banter with Peter, the wolf was snarky and witty and easily kept up with Stiles at all times, which was a rarity for Stiles.

Chris, Peter and Stiles' new boyfriend – because Stiles now officially had a boyfriend – were taking up most of his time. So he didn't even really notice the lack of friendships. He didn't just lay in bed sad, staring up at the ceiling, wondering what the pack was up to. Instead, he'd text Theo.

He did hang out with Scott, sometimes. They met up like twice since the summer started. Stiles had even dared bring up the pack, one time. Scott told him not to think about them, that the two of them weren't part of the pack so he should concentrate on something else. And Stiles guessed Scott was right. He wasn't a part of the pack, he wasn't wanted or needed. This was just like Lydia all over again, he was running after someone who didn't want him. Scott was right, instead, Stiles should focus on someone who did want him. So he focused on Theo.

/break\

"This was a one time thing, Christopher."

Peter put on his Henley and glared at the hunter, who was still in bed. How had this man aged so well. The gray chest-hair and tattoos, the beard and even the wrinkles he got when he smiled, it all just made Chris look all the more appealing. He should not appeal to Peter.

Yet here Peter was, in bed with Chris Argent. Sneaking around like they were teenagers again. Well, at least Gerard was dead and didn't pose a threat anymore. No, instead, they were sneaking around from Chris' daughter. Not much better, in Peter's opinion.

"I wasn't planning on proposing, Peter," Chris sighed and got out of bed too. "This? This is just because of Stiles."

Yes. Stiles. Stiles, with his pretty mouth and infuriating oral-fixation that made every research session unbearable for Peter because those lips around a pen gave Peter too many ideas. Stiles, with his clever and sharp mind that Peter could spent hours just talking to or listening to. Stiles, who was getting more and more to Chris too over the past weeks, now that the hunter was training Stiles.

Not that Peter couldn't entirely see through Chris from the beginning. The only reason Chris had offered to train Stiles was due to his own sense of possessiveness. Chris may not be a wolf, but he had certain wolfish traits that amused Peter.

Stiles was serious about the coyote. Every time Peter met Stiles, Stiles reeked of the coyote. Every time, Peter made sure to scent-mark Stiles as thoroughly as he could without the boy getting violent about 'bad touch'. So far, the coyote was not deterred by Peter's scent.

"He had bruises," Chris said lowly while lacing up his boots.

Peter tensed and turned toward Chris. "What."

"When we were training, yesterday. He had bruises," Chris sighed and looked up at Peter. "I asked him about it and he laughed it off, said that things got a little 'rough' while making out."

Peter made a disgruntled face at the reminder that this coyote was kissing and touching Stiles. The anger that said coyote was also not watching his strength when with a breakable human lover though… A low growl vibrated in Peter's chest and his claws dug into the palms of his hand.

"I want to investigate this," Chris declared, resting a hand on Peter's chest and gentling Peter's fist open with the other. "You and me, together. We follow Stiles, next time he says he has a date with his boyfriend. I want to see what kind of guy that is. I want to know that Stiles is safe and that this really is just an inexperienced were still getting the hang of it and not someone deliberately putting bruises on our boy."

That 'our boy' put an amused smile on Peter's lips, but he didn't dare argue. At this point, he had come to consider Stiles their boy too. The worry for Stiles had bonded Peter and Chris, brought them together again. Had even ended in bed a couple of times (and every time, one of them would assure the other that it was an exception, a one time thing, won't happen again).

"I can't guarantee that I won't just sink my claws into him when I come face to face with him though," Peter warned, his eyes flashing blue.

Chris just rolled his own eyes and cupped Peter's neck. "I'll stop you from tearing Stiles' boyfriend's throat out in front of Stiles. I gather he won't like that."

Peter sneered, baring his fangs. Christopher was right of course, but that only made that worse. He relaxed when his hunter pulled him into a lazy kiss. Fine, no killing the boyfriend. For now.

/break\

Things got so much easier after Theo told Stiles that he was a werecoyote. First of all, holy shit werecoyotes were a thing. He hadn't put too much thought into that so far, if he was being honest. He'd kind of focused on wolves, due to the excessive amount of wolves in his life. But there were other shifter types too. And Theo was a coyote.

He didn't have a pack though, there was no pack in Silver Lake. He said he didn't want to join the Hale Pack and said that Stiles deserved better too, after Stiles told him all about what had happened last year. All he had done.

Lydia had tried to reach out, but between training with Chris, seeing Theo – which always involved a two hour car-ride so it was kind of a whole thing – and sometimes having his dad make time for them, it was hard to fit Stiles' schedule with Lydia's. When he was free, she had plans with Jackson, or the pack with whom she was getting along now too.

He'd tried to spend time with Erica and Boyd, but they didn't text him back. Scott and Theo were probably right, it would be better if he stopped trying to force his way in with the Hale Pack. Clearly, they weren't interested in spending time with him. He could take a hint.

But it was fine. It didn't hurt that he'd made up some connection in his head, based on what they'd gone through in the basement. It was silly that he'd assumed he had somehow bonded with Erica and Isaac at the rave too, why would Isaac care for him either. It was fine that Derek didn't answer Stiles' questions, it didn't sting that Stiles thought at the very least they had built up enough mutual respect through saving each other's lives that Derek would just tell him he wasn't interested in working with Stiles.

Which was kind of weird, considering even before Stiles and Scott had joined the pack, Derek had never missed an opportunity to use the resource that was Stiles' brain and research-obsession. But then Stiles guessed that Derek now had Lydia for that. He didn't need Stiles anymore. Who needed an ADHD fueled mess if he could have precise, academic knowledge presented in a more neat and orderly fashion by Lydia.

Stiles winced and shook out his hand. It was better this way anyway, writing down research results wasn't the greatest thing right now. Theo leaned in and kissed his neck.

"I'm sorry, babe," Theo reached out to trace the bruise on Stiles' wrist. "You know control is hard and when you just talk on and on and on, it's hard to concentrate on it."

"Yeah," Stiles forced a smile. "It's totally fine. Really."

And it was. Right? It was just a sprained wrist. And Theo hadn't meant to do it. Unlike Derek, Chris and Peter, shoving him around, threatening him. Unlike Erica, knocking him out with a part of his own Jeep. Unlike every time a member of the pack had threatened him in the past.

No, this was just… a control-issue. Stiles knew wolves were bad with that. Scott had shoved him around and destroyed Stiles' desk-chair in the past. And Stiles knew that his constant rambling was annoying, of course it'd annoy a were too.

"You know, control would be so much easier if I were an Alpha," Theo noted, his fingers still running up and down Stiles' arm. "It's easier for an Alpha to control themselves."

Stiles furrowed his brows and turned a little to look at his boyfriend. Sure, he guessed. But it wasn't really like Alphahood grew on trees and Theo could just eat a magic fruit. Shaking his head, Stiles returned his attention to his papers.

/break\

"Erica," Derek barked out, eyes blazing red. "Get it together."

For the most part, his pack was working relatively well by now. So far, the summer had really helped bond them. Even Jackson and Lydia had integrated well enough into it. To Derek's horror, even Peter was trying – and had somewhat developed a friendship with Erica and Jackson. There were still points of tension, of course. And tempers rose high the closer the full moon got. Though Peter remembering the talisman and teaching the betas control through it had helped tremendously.

"What is your problem, Reyes," Jackson glowered and wiped the blood of his cheek. "You're in such a shit mood, is it that-"

"Finish that sentence and she won't have to cut you because I will," Lydia interrupted her boyfriend with a pointed glare.

Jackson zipped it and sat back down next to her, earning a peck on the cheek. Quite frankly, Derek was glad that Lydia was here too. She was a huge help in reining Jackson in. Sighing, Derek rubbed his face and turned toward Erica, waiting for the answer.

"I just…" Erica ground her teeth together. "It's great that Stiles has a boyfriend and all, but especially after how Scott kept ditching Stiles for Allison, I really didn't think he would do the same! I have Boyd and you don't see me bailing!"

"It has become hard trying to meet up with him," Lydia agreed with pursed lips.

"Hard?" Isaac snorted. "He doesn't even answer texts anymore."

"And have any of you considered going to his house and talking to him in person?" Peter asked, judgment evident in his voice and face.

"Well, duh," Erica rolled her eyes. "Nobody was home and the Jeep wasn't there either. I went back the next day, same. Or still gone, I guess."

"When I last went to see him, he was having dinner with his dad," Boyd shrugged. "Didn't want to bother them, I know he hasn't told the sheriff about the supernatural yet."

"I saw him the other day, but he was with the Argents and… after Allison drove daggers into my back, I wasn't too much of a fan of going up to them," Isaac shrugged and made a face.

"And he hasn't answered… any of your texts?" Peter asked, regarding the betas one by one.

"I graciously offered to help him with lacrosse," Jackson glowered at the floor. "I told him he could join me and Danny in training. As a thank you for his help with the control thing, before I joined the pack. He ignored it and that's it. He helped me for Lydia's sake, I get that he doesn't want to spend time otherwise. Fine with me, I only offered to even things out anyway."

Derek snorted. Jackson should know better by now than to lie when he was among werewolves. Jackson was genuinely grateful to Stiles, not just for his help with the control, but for everything beforehand. When Stiles and Scott had kidnapped Jackson, trying to keep others safe, trying to protect Jackson from hurting others. When Stiles and Scott had gone after Danny to keep him safe from the kanima. The fact that Stiles had been a rock for Lydia during this entire mess. Derek had heard Jackson confess all of this to Peter not long ago.

Peter tilted his head and there was steel in his eyes. It was a look that Derek was all too familiar with and it sent chills down his spine, because he hadn't seen it since before the fire. That was the look of the Hale Pack's Left Hand identifying a threat and deciding on how to get rid of it.

"What do you know, Peter?" Derek asked with furrowed brows, stepping up to his uncle.

There was no way he'd see Stiles as a threat to the pack. If anything, Peter was the most vocal about Stiles' usefulness to the pack. Derek had to hear about it periodically, like the Alpha didn't know what kind of asset Stiles was. But Derek had made it clear that he was done running after people. Anyone who wanted to join the Hale Pack had to come to him, as the Alpha, and ask to join.

Hell, he let himself be worn down by Boyd and Erica into allowing them to tell Stiles that. Let him know how Derek felt about that and that anyone wanting to join had to come to him. Days later and Jackson and Lydia had come to him. Not Stiles. So Stiles had made it pretty clear that he had made his choice. And Derek wasn't surprised by it. Stiles' most outstanding quality was his unwavering loyalty, so of course would he choose Scott over the Hale Pack. Derek wished it wasn't so, he wished Stiles would join the pack, because he'd relied on Stiles a lot in the past – knew that he could rely on Stiles when it counted – but Derek was neither going to chase after Stiles nor was he going to try and force Stiles to join the pack if he didn't want to.

"I'm not sure this is Stiles' doing," Peter offered cryptically after a long contemplative silence.

"How is ignoring our texts and calls not his doing?" Erica asked with a deadpan. "I know you're old, but have you met our generation? We are never too far removed from our phones. And Stiles loves talking, which includes texts."

Peter narrowed his eyes at her at the 'old' comment and Derek couldn't help the smallest smile. The indignation on Peter's face reminded him of the past. Of his uncle Peter, gasping in offense when Cora had called him old, and of Peter chasing the pup through the house. The smile was immediately followed by sorrow and grief. Not just for the sister he had lost forever, but also for the uncle he would never get back. Not the way things used to be between them. There was too much trauma, loss and betrayal between them now.

"I'm keeping an eye on the matter, dear," Peter assured her with a foreboding smile. "And believe me, if the issue becomes… pressing, I will handle it."

He flexed his claws and Derek watched him warily. What did this mean? Searching his uncle's face, he demanded an answer, but instead received dismissal. A demand to let his Left Hand handle it.

"If whatever this is turns out to be a threat to Stiles, or the pack, I want to be informed."

Peter inclined his head with an amused smile. "Of course, Alpha."

/break\

Chris stood with furrowed brows and his arms crossed. Peter next to him looked as displeased. They'd followed Stiles today and, from a safe distance, watched Stiles and his boyfriend on a date. It felt… wrong. Chris knew he shouldn't be interested in someone Stiles' age, he also knew he had no right to feel possessive of Stiles and he definitely knew it was fucked up that Chris and his whatever Peter was to him right now made stalking Stiles a date night activity.

"What are we, Peter?" Chris asked, meeting the wolf's gaze.

Peter blinked, thrown by the question. "I need you to tell me what you're asking me. Right now, we're watching out for our boy."

"I'm not asking what we're doing, I'm asking what we are," Chris glowered. "We fell into bed a dozen times over the summer so far. It's not a one time thing. And now, if it wasn't for both our focus being on Stiles, this could be a date."

With a wicked grin did Peter tilt his head. "Could still be a date. I think watching Stiles is a delightful activity we both love to indulge in."

Chris' cheeks flushed and he shot Peter a glare. The wolf was right, of course, but that didn't mean he had to be so blunt about it. Training Stiles was becoming more and more of a problem. The boy was good and Chris regretted taking him to the shooting range. Seeing Stiles fire a gun did things to Chris. Mostly, it made him want to pin the boy against the wall and fuck him right then and there. Hand to hand combat was still a struggle, Stiles was uncoordinated and he wasn't physically strong. But having Stiles panting and sweating beneath him… It was a problem.

"Peter," Chris heaved a sigh and reached across the table to take Peter's hand, causing the wolf to look at him in surprise. "I never meant for things between us to end back then, you know that, right? I didn't… I couldn't fight my father on this."

Peter averted his gaze but he looked angry. "I know, Christopher. Circumstances and all that."

"These circumstances changed," Chris pressed, giving Peter's hand a quick squeeze. "I want you. I like being with you. There is nothing that stops us from being together, this time."

Doubtful and wary ice-blue eyes met his. "You mean it. I thought you wanted…"

Peter's gaze flickered over to Stiles for a moment and Chris sighed. "I do. But so do you."

An elegant eyebrow arched at that. "So you're proposing that you and me... try again. And that we get our boy, together. Actually make him our boy."

"Fairly sure there is a coyote-shaped obstacle to that last part, and we would still have to convince Stiles to want not just one but both of us, but yes," Chris nodded. "That's what I'm proposing."

A wolfish grin spread over Peter's lips as he pulled Chris halfway over the table to meet him in a kiss. It was thrilling, to get to kiss Peter in public. Chris' hand came to rest in Peter's neck, giving it a gentle squeeze before deepening the kiss.

"…I was about to accuse you guys of stalking me and doubling down on the creep factor, but… uh… this looks like you're… on a date."

Chris and Peter parted and turned their attention to the very flustered and wide-eyed boy next to their table. Stiles awkwardly rubbed his neck and avoided meeting both their gazes.

"It's a small town, sweetheart," Peter smirked. "Not that many restaurants to choose from for date night. But since we ran into each other, why don't you introduce us to your… date?"

Chris grabbed Peter's hand again, mostly to keep the wolf from lunging at the coyote. They did not want a bloodbath in the restaurant. Partially because this was the only Japanese restaurant in town and Chris didn't want to be banned from good sushi.

"Right," Stiles turned to wave his date over. "This is Theo. Theo, these are Peter and Chris."

Theo regarded the two men with curious skepticism. "Your… uncles?"

"No," Stiles was quick to answer. "Uhm… They're… friends."

"You're friends with middle-aged men?" Theo asked, looking at Stiles doubtfully.

Flushing, Stiles shrugged. "I'm wise beyond my years. I don't know what to tell you."

Theo huffed and zeroed in on Peter. Oh, Chris could see the way the two were seizing each other up. The wolf would love to circle and tackle his opponent. Chris tightened his grip on Peter's hand.

"It's so nice to meet Stiles' friends," Theo smiled, all teeth and all fake. "He doesn't have too many of those, after all."

Beside him, Stiles shrank in on himself some and he looked so sad. Chris wanted to pull the boy into a hug and onto his lap right away. He held tighter onto Peter to withstand that instinct, earning an amused noise from Peter.

"Oh, Stiles had plenty friends," Peter assured Theo with a sharp smile of his own. "He just has to answer his phone."

There was a confused look on Stiles' face and Chris knew him and Peter had to follow up on that. Before they could do that did Theo pull Stiles close against himself.

"Well, we really should get going now," Theo smiled first at Stiles, then – much colder – at Peter and Chris. "We don't want to be late for the movie."

"Right," Stiles nodded absentmindedly. "Uhm, was nice seeing you. Enjoy… your date. Bye."

/break\

So Peter and Chris were a thing. That was new. Or, well, it was news to Stiles, at least. Then again, who knew what was going on with the pack. Certainly not Stiles. He glowered at the ceiling.

"Fu—ucking finally. Batman!"

Yelping, Stiles nearly fell out of his bed. He turned and stared wide-eyed at Erica, climbing in through his bedroom window. What was happening here. Once she was inside, Boyd followed, huffing annoyed. Seriously, was Stiles missing something. And a third wolf, Isaac, right after Boyd. Did he miss a memo or something?

"Why are you invading my bedr-" Stiles stared dumbfounded when Jackson climbed in after Isaac. "No, seriously, what the hell is going o-"

When Derek followed after Jackson, Stiles just sat down heavily on his bed and gave up. This was like the bedroom equivalent of a clown-car. He startled when the doorbell rang.

"That's Lydia," Jackson informed him. "She refuses to climb the wall. She was right."

"Lydia…" Stiles trailed off, completely confused. "What is going on here. What, Peter not good enough at research so after weeks of silence, you come to strong-arm me into helping your pack and you brought the puppies as backup?"

Derek frowned at him, which wasn't saying a lot, because frowning was Derek's default expression. The doorbell rang again. With a frustrated noise did Stiles head downstairs to open the door and let Lydia in. The wolves trailed after him, until he found himself surrounded by the Hale Pack in his own living room. He was not going to be intimidated by the wolves though, especially not in his own home. With a frown of his own did he cross his arms over his chest.

"Why do you smell like that?" Isaac asked, sniffing the air. "I don't like it."

Stiles shot him a very unimpressed look. "Because I've been spending time with a were who actually wants to spend time with me."

"Doesn't smell like Scott," Boyd noted, also frowning.

"Because it isn't Scott," Peter offered, waltzing in from the kitchen.

"Stop breaking into my house," Stiles glared at the wolf. "And why did you come with all of them."

"Because all of them," Peter motioned graciously at the rest of the Hale Pack. "Seem to have poor timing in catching you in person, or not trying often enough to do so. I told them what time is best to meet you at home."

"Poor timing…?" Stiles looked at the wolf confused.

"You keep not being home!" Erica exclaimed, her hands on her hips.

"Mh, we've had… scheduling conflicts too," Lydia agreed with furrowed brows. "Before you fully stopped answering me and trying to find time. Which, I do understand if you need more time and distance, I know me being at your house so shortly after our… not entirely break-up break-up… wasn't ideal, but I would have appreciated if you'd told me so instead of not answering at all."

"Not answer…" Stiles trailed off, baffled and angry. "You people keep ignoring me! Don't make it sound like this is my fault! You're all so busy hanging out with each other and… and… doing pack-bonding stuff, or whatever, that none of you even answer my texts!"

His hands were shaking because while he had done his best to ignore the hurt, distract himself with training with Chris and research with Peter and dates with Theo, now that he stood in front of them all, the hurt hit him full-force. It did hurt, that after all him and Derek had been through together, the Alpha couldn't even be bothered to answer simple questions when Stiles texted him. It did hurt, that after the rave, Isaac now didn't care anymore. It did hurt, that after the rave and the basement, Erica and Boyd didn't want to spend time with him anymore. It did hurt, that after Stiles had been there for Lydia all year and picked up the pieces after Jackson dumped her, she now couldn't make time to even talk to him. It did hurt, that after he had done his best to help Jackson with his wolf, once he was pack, Jackson didn't want to talk to him anymore.

It did hurt and it hurt a lot. Stiles tried to blink away tears, his breathing labored with his pain and his anger. Because he was angry. Really angry. How dare they all use him when he was useful and then dump him when they don't need him and now, what, accuse him of something?

"Calm down, darling," Peter's voice was a soft murmur, close to his ear, and the wolf's large hand a soothing pressure in his neck. "Breathe, nice and slow. That's it, good."

Stiles took shaky breaths, inhaling the man's forest-y scent. It soothed him some until the shaking stopped and he no longer felt like crying on the floor. Why had he been so stupid and gotten attached to these wolves. He should know better. Nobody ever stayed. Not for him. All he had were his dad and Sco… All he had was his dad.

Scott was so busy with Allison and with his little self-improvement routine, Stiles might have hung out with him maybe four times over the summer so far. He wasn't an idiot, he could see that they were growing apart. Maybe Stiles had always just been convenient and now that Scott had someone else, he didn't need Stiles anymore. Maybe convenient was all he ever was, to anyone.

"You know what, I've had enough of this," Stiles glared at the pack. "It's great that you people can come to me whenever you want something, when I'm useful. And yeah, I'm the idiot who'll keep helping you, because against better judgment, I've gotten invested in your continued existence and would prefer if the Alpha Pack, or whatever other threat is out there, doesn't tear you apart. But don't come into my house, acting like I'm somehow the person ditching you."

"But you are," Erica met his glare head-on, her arms crossed over her chest. "I keep asking you to hang out! You keep ignoring me. After how often Scott ditched you for Allison, I didn't think you'd pull the same stunt. Hell, I even suggested we could go on double dates, bring your new boyfriend with you and meet up with Boyd and me! But you don't even answer my texts anymore."

"Give me your phone, darling," Peter requested gently.

And why was the murder wolf, of all people, being all soft and gentle with him. This was weird. Still, Stiles reluctantly got his phone out, even unlocked it, and handed it to Peter to see what the wolf would do. Peter stayed next to Stiles and held the phone so Stiles could see what he was doing.

Stiles stood rooted to the spot as he watched Peter go into Stiles' contacts and unblock Erica's number. Then, he went into the messages between them and… there were so many texts from Erica that Stiles had never seen before. Reaching out, Stiles grabbed Peter's arm for support because he felt like the floor was caving in beneath his feet.

"What are you… W… Why…" Stiles felt his breath quickening with rising panic.

"I had a… suspicion," Peter murmured softly.

"What's happening?" Derek asked, a low warning growl to his voice.

"Your numbers are blocked on his phone," Peter supplied, while unblocking Derek's number.

"What," Lydia looked absolutely offended.

Stiles didn't know how to comprehend any of this. He just helplessly watched Peter.

"That boyfriend of yours is bad news, darling," Peter lifted his eyes from the phone and fixated Stiles intensely. "He doesn't treat you the way you deserve and he's been deliberately monopolizing your time. He's been making you drive out to Silver Lake more, taking you away from here."

"What," Stiles' face screwed up. "Fuck you. His car is in the shop. So I'm driving to him, it's not a big deal. He's not treating me badly! And what does tha… Are you suggesting he blocked everyone's numbers on my phone? Why the fuck would he do that."

"Monopolizing your time," Peter repeated, slower. "Isolating you. It's a common praxis for abu-"

"Fuck you," Stiles growled, cutting Peter off mid-word. "I won't have you break into my home and insult my boyfriend. I have no idea what's going on, maybe my phone is faulty if everyone's numbers are blocked-"

"Is his number blocked?" Derek cut in. "Your boyfriend. Has he been able to reach you?"

Wait was Derek siding with Peter? And why did Derek look so supremely angry? Stiles had never seen him look this pissed. Since Stiles was too busy staring at the Alpha in confusion, Peter scrolled through Stiles' contacts to find Theo's number.

"Nope. Recent text exchanges and phone-calls. How… convenient," Peter replied.

"When you say he doesn't treat Stiles right, what do you mean?" Lydia demanded, pinning Peter with a stare.

"Christopher has reported… bruises," Peter stared at Stiles with concerned eyes.

The sharp intake of breath from Isaac startled Stiles. "Stiles, are you alright?"

Stiles started fidgeting with his sleeve sub-consciously, which only drew the wolves' attention. It was Derek, who stepped up to him and gently pulled Stiles' sleeves up. There was a handprint-shaped bruise on his lower arm.

"I'm gonna kill him," Erica growled, eyes flashing golden. "What's his address."

Stiles twisted his arm out of Derek's old and shifted uncomfortably. "It's not like that. He's not abusing me. Stop blowing this out of proportion."

"You have bruises, Stiles," Isaac pointed out, reaching for Stiles' arm.

"He's a were," Stiles sighed and rolled his eyes. "Sometimes, when he gets too… agitated, he struggles with controlling his inner coyote. You guys should know this. The majority of you have pushed me around in anger in the past too. But at least he apologizes after."

Most of them flinched away in guilt. Good. Stiles stepped away from them.

"If you are just here to be assholes about my boyfriend, you can leave again."

"We're here because we're your friends," Lydia looked at him with soft eyes. "We were worried because we thought you were ignoring us. And you're right. We should be better friends to you, we… I do owe you an apology for how I've treated you in the past. I took you for granted when you were the only one who'd given me support. I want to support you too, Stiles."

Stiles frowned confused and looked from Lydia to the wolves, who all shuffled awkwardly. The next moment, Erica was attached to him and hugging him tightly.

"I'm sorry I knocked you out with a part of your car when we were still on different sides of this whole mess, but we're friends now and I won't hurt you, or stand for anyone hurting you."

Slowly, Stiles nodded. Even Boyd and Isaac hugged him. And even Jackson apologized to him. He didn't meet Stiles' eyes while doing so, but still.

"I'm sorry about the restraining order. I did have it lifted, you know," Jackson glowered. "And… thanks. For all that."

Derek did some eyebrow-gymnastics that resulted in the betas leaving the house, until only Stiles and Derek remained. The Alpha stepped up to Stiles and very intentionally and deliberately scent-marked Stiles, letting his touch linger on the bruise.

"I know I let my temper get the best of me," Derek muttered. "I was an omega. When we first met. Laura was dead and I didn't have a pack. That's not an excuse. And I'm… trying to do better. Be a better Alpha. I think I am. I hope I am."

Stiles nodded slowly, unsure what to say so for once, he didn't say anything. Instead, Derek kept going, leaving Stiles genuinely speechless.

"I trusted Boyd and Erica to pass on the message and they did, since you sent Jackson and Lydia my way," Derek paused for a moment. "But now I'm not so sure if you understood that it was meant for you too. If you want to be a part of the pack, all you have to do is ask. And even if not… you are welcome to spend time with us."

All Stiles could do was nod and then stare after Derek as the Alpha left the house. This entire exchange seemed out of the Twilight Zone. He slowly sat down on the couch, gaze empty.

/break\

"Okay. You really killed that tree," Chris chuckled. "Wanna tell me what's going on?"

He watched Stiles lower the gun, an annoyed look on the boy's face. They were out in the woods together. Chris had put up multiple targets and sent Stiles on a chase to hit them all within a given amount of time. On the last one, the boy unloaded practically the whole magazine.

"You know exactly what's going on," Stiles huffed and put the gun away. "Don't tell me your boyfriend didn't tell you about ambushing me about my boyfriend."

Sighing, Chris sat down on a fallen tree and patted the bark next to him. Still glowering (which looked too adorable on Stiles, because he'd push his plush lips out even more), Stiles joined him.

"You deserve to be treated better than this, Stiles," Chris pointed out gently and took Stiles' hand.

He ran his fingers up, pushing the sleeve up to reveal the bruises. Stiles glared at Chris.

"As I told your boyfriend and the pack of rabid puppies he dragged into my house; this is just par for the course of interacting with weres," Stiles pointed out. "And at least Theo apologizes after. Which is more than… literally any other were in my life has ever done."

"That's not…" Chris heaved a sigh, his thumb gently tracing the bruises. "Just because other people haven't treated you the way you deserve doesn't mean someone doing marginally better is doing it right either. They apologized, right? Peter told me they did. And I do believe that, unlike your boyfriend, they mean it. Have any of them hurt you after you joined their pack?"

There was a beat of silence and Stiles wiggled his nose. "No, I guess."

"So they hurt you when you were still on opposing sides," Chris pointed out. "That doesn't mean you deserved to be hurt. But you had different goals back then and were fighting against each other. What matters is that once they started caring for you, they stopped hurting you."

Stiles bit his lip and looked away from Chris. "It's really not that big of a deal. It's just some bruises. It's hard to control it. The others are short-tempered too, after all. And most of the pushing-around-Stiles happened when they got annoyed with me too. I know I can be loud and annoying."

Chris furrowed his brows and cupped Stiles' cheek to make the boy look at him again. "That shouldn't be an excuse for him. He needs to control the beast even when he is annoyed. And he should care about your safety enough to not hurt you."

Stiles opened his mouth, ready to argue again, but Chris cut him off. "You're too smart not to see this for what it is, Stiles. He blocked your friends' numbers on your phone and I'm sure he verbally fed into your belief that they don't care about you. He hurts you when you do something he finds annoying and tells you afterward that he can't control himself when you do it. That's just… conditioning. He's manipulating you into behaving the way he wants."

Stiles stared at Chris in annoyance but he finally stopped arguing, instead he looked down at the forest floor with sad eyes. "I just… want to feel like someone actually likes having me around. Scott's so busy with Allison, he doesn't even make time for me, now that it's summer even less than before. The pack… Okay, so maybe I don't really know what's going on there. And dad… he's trying, I know. But after Matt's attack on the station, they are so understaffed and… even when we make time, there's… so much standing between us."

"Like what?" Chris asked, resting a soothing hand on Stiles' thigh.

"The lying," Stiles shrugged awkwardly. "About the supernatural and stuff. The… kidnapping Jackson and having his dad file a restraining order against me and getting dad kicked off the job for a while. The drinking. The… I… When we were hunting the kanima at the Jungle, I kinda told him I'm gay? Mainly to yeah throw him off the fact that we were snooping where we shouldn't be, but he so easily dismissed it, said that I couldn't be gay dressed like that and… I couldn't shake it anymore and I started, you know, self-reflecting or whatever and I realized I'm bi and then Theo asked me out and I got excited because a cute guy wanted to be with me, but dad… he acted like it was silly that Theo asked me out, because clearly I'm straight, so I kinda had to agree? I mean, to see where it goes. Okay, maybe a bit to spite dad too. But also because I really do like… I like feeling like someone wants me."

"I'm not exactly hearing that you like him, though," Chris pointed out with his eyebrows raised. "You like feeling wanted. That's not the best motivation to be with someone."

Stiles opened and closed his mouth before heaving a sigh. "I mean, there is something… off about Theo, I guess. But I…"

"But you deserve to be with someone who treats you right and with whom you want to be," Chris pointed out, keeping his voice gentle but serious.

Snorting softly, Stiles turned to look away from Chris. "Yeah, right. Where do I find someone like that who actually also wants me? If you haven't noticed, there's not exactly a long line of suitors waiting to woo me."

Stiles raised both his eyebrows and shot him a glare after, like he was waiting for Chris to provide a lineup of people. Pressing his lips together, Chris considered his options. This wasn't exactly what him and Peter had agreed on, but he also knew if Peter were here he would try to drag Stiles back to the penthouse and their bed right away. (He absentmindedly noted that he should stop thinking of Peter's bed as theirs.)

"I want you," Chris spoke evenly and held Stiles' gaze, hoping to convey to the boy that he was very serious. "And so does Peter. And we would treat you right, baby. We won't hurt you, we'll cherish you, we'll make you feel so good, we'll spoil you and take care of you."

Stiles' breath hitched and his cheeks flushed. For a moment, Chris felt like he'd gotten through to Stiles, maybe even like he could have Stiles. But then the boy's eyes hardened and he got up.

"Either that's just a lie to make me break up with Theo, or you're serious and… and…" Stiles glared at him. "Did Peter do it? Did he block everyone's numbers on my phone, to frame Theo?"

"What," Chris stared at him in surprise.

"He was so cock-sure that was why I hadn't answered anyone. And he had as much access to my phone as Theo – oh, I know that Peter knows my code to unlock my phone," Stiles' glare met Chris' eyes. "You and me both know he's a master manipulator."

That last point, Chris found hard to argue with. And though Chris knew that Peter hadn't done it, he could see why it'd look that way to Stiles. Nothing Chris would say now would change Stiles' mind. With a last angry glare did Stiles stomp off, back toward his Jeep, leaving Chris alone and frustrated in the woods.

/break\

"You should believe your son when he tells you something."

Noah stared blankly at the angry lawyer in front of him. What was Hale doing at his house, glaring at him like that. And next to Peter Hale stood Chris Argent, looking as pissed. Noah rubbed his face and went back inside. It was too early for this and his mood was too sour. Stiles wasn't home again. He'd been out a lot all summer, never telling Noah where he was actually going or with whom. The sheriff did know it wasn't with Scott; he'd called Melissa a couple times. Knowing Stiles, his son was definitely getting into some kind of trouble.

"What do you want?" Noah asked. "And what does Stiles have to do with it?"

"What does a gay man dress like, in your opinion?" Argent asked, instead of answering.

"What," Noah blinked, confused. "What is… What?"

"Your son," Argent spoke with emphasis. "Told me that when he tried to come out to you, you told him he couldn't be gay, dressed like that. Like what. What does a gay man dress like."

It took a while for Noah to realize what Argent was talking about. When he did, he snorted and went about making himself another coffee.

"I'm not sure how this is any of your business, but my son, the teenage delinquent, was interfering in police matters and then tried to get out of trouble by pretending he was at the gay club because he's gay," Noah huffed amused. "You didn't see him. He was dressed for mischief, not for trying to impress someone. I know my son, he is… over the top on his best days. Did you know he bought a TV for Lydia's birthday? I made him return it, but damn. That boy goes overboard when he wants to impress someone. So there was no way he was at that club for any other purpose than trouble."

Both stared at him completely baffled. Noah raised one eyebrow and drank his coffee.

"You are… truly Stiles' father," Peter heaved a sigh. "That was the most Stiles thing I have ever heard from someone who isn't Stiles."

Noah felt mildly alarmed that Peter Hale apparently knew his son so well. "What's this visit about? Because it is my day off and I had plans that did not involve… either of you. And what is your interest in my son?"

Mh. He did not like the way they both tensed at these words. Narrowing his eyes, he kept drinking.

"What about when that boy was hitting on him?" Chris asked instead.

Noah blinked at the man and considered this. "Oh, at the mall? A couple weeks ago? Everybody and their dog knows that Stiles is hung up on Lydia Martin. Do you want me to show you the wedding album he made when he was ten? And considering the two are finally dating, after all these years – Stiles took her out to the ice-ring and they even went to prom together. Had me take pictures of them together too. When she was in the hospital after, he didn't leave her side. My son's a little awkward socially, if you haven't noticed, so I thought I'd save both him and the guy the embarrassment."

Again did both men just stare at him. If this continued like that, Noah was going to kick them out. Especially since they refused to answer his questions. He put his mug down, a little more forcible than necessary.

"You'll tell me why you're asking so many questions about my son and his sexuality, and you better make the answers good, or I'll arrest you even on my day off," Noah's voice was harder this time.

"I've spent the summer teaching your son self-defense," Chris replied with a sigh. "After the… kidnapping and the beating he took."

Noah frowned and tilted his head. So that was where Stiles kept disappearing to. Why wouldn't he tell his dad though? Well, perhaps for the same reason he refused to tell Noah who had done it. Noah sighed. He hated the distance between them that's been growing more in recent months.

"Your son is in an unhealthy relationship," Peter stated, looking displeased. "We've both tried to talk him out of it, tell him he deserved to be treated better, but he refuses to listen to either of us. So we're coming to you, hoping that he'll listen to you. Him and Lydia broke up months ago. Stiles is now dating the boy you discouraged from asking him out."

Noah's eyes widened in surprise and he slowly sat down. So Stiles was into boys. Honestly, he had never considered that. Ever since kindergarten, Lydia Martin was all he talked about. Oh. So that was with these men's attitude about it. Stiles was into guys and had taken Noah's words personally.

"But why would he tell yo…" Noah trailed off when he looked a little more closely between Peter and Chris and saw the closeness. "Oh."

Right. His kid was figuring out he was into guys and his self-defense trainer was dating another man. So he found it easier to open up to Chris Argent than to his own father. Noah sighed and rubbed his face. And then he froze.

"What do you mean my son is in an unhealthy relationship?"

/break\

Stiles was staring absentmindedly at the lake, his legs pulled up against his chest. Stupid Chris and stupid Peter and stupid whatever they were up to. He didn't get it, why would Chris say these things. Why would he… Stiles didn't get it. Didn't get any of it. The pack had been calling and texting him ever since Peter had unblocked the numbers, so Stiles was flooded with overstimulation. Everyone kept updating him separately on how they were doing, asking him how he was doing. And then there were Peter and Chris, who kept pushing against Theo.

Did they… really want him? Or had Chris just said that to make Stiles do what they wanted? Dump Theo. But then why would they want him to dump Theo…? Biting his lips, Stiles thought about Peter and Chris. He'd spent all summer trying not to and that got harder with every passing week.

He was very physically attracted to both men. More so than to Theo, if he was being very honest. He had a thing for older men, apparently. Theo was cute, but damn there was something to the silver in Chris' beard (and the fact that him and Peter had a beard), the way their eyes crinkled. Chris' rough voice when he'd praise Stiles during training made Stiles' knees weak, just like Peter's more soft praise during research whenever Stiles figured something useful out. Every time Chris had him pinned to the ground, Stiles wanted him to keep going. That was exactly why Stiles tried not to think about these things, because he would never cheat. And he was with Theo now.

It was worse that Stiles wasn't just sexually attracted to them or into their praise, he really liked spending time with them both. Learning they were dating had made him feel both disappointed and very hot and bothered, because he kept thinking about them together. But all of that was just in his head and it would stay in his head. He would never cheat, not even if they liked him.

Which he still wasn't sure about. Peter was a master manipulator. If he actually wanted Stiles, then blocking the numbers to pin it on Theo seemed like a good ploy. Stiles heaved an exhausted sigh, his mind going in circles. He rubbed his face in annoyance. His phone pinged.

"What's going on with you today?" Theo heaved an annoyed sigh. "You're distracted, you reek of stress and your phone keeps buzzing and dinging."

Stiles flushed embarrassed. "Sorry. I'm just… So this weird thing happened. I told you how the pack has been avoiding me, right? And… it turned out they didn't. Somehow, all their numbers got blocked on my phone. I'm guessing it must be some kind of bug or something."

Grinning a little, Stiles waved his phone at his boyfriend before he went ahead to read the text Erica had sent him. Before he could write out an answer did Theo take his phone. Theo glared annoyed.

"How about you don't text with people while you're with me? You're with me."

Stiles' phone made a not very good noise at the tight grip Theo had on it. Stiles winced and shrunk a little. Why did he hear Chris' voice in the back of his head. That he shouldn't cower when he was with his boyfriend. That instead of being annoyed by Stiles' texting, his boyfriend should be happy for him that his friends didn't ditch him. Stiles ground his teeth together.

"I'm just happy that my friends are talking to me again and that it was all a misunderstanding."

Stiles reached for his phone, but Theo held it away. Usually Stiles would have just ducked his head and done what Theo had wanted. Mostly because he had no idea what to do in a relationship and wanted to be the best possible boyfriend. Now, he started to wonder if while he was doing all that, maybe Theo should have done better. Frowning, Stiles reached for his phone again.

"You know, Erica and Boyd wanted to go on a double date with us some time," Stiles noted.

"Ah," Theo didn't look pleased. "Are you sure that's a good idea? Haven't they been ignoring you? Even if something was… wrong with your phone, surely they could have reached out differently."

Stiles frowned and got up. Was… Was Peter right? Did Theo deliberately isolate him? Why?

"Honestly… I… Maybe I'm a little distracted," Stiles said slowly. "I think I have… I have to think about some things. I should get home. I'll… call you, yeah?"

Theo grabbed his upper arm tightly. "What's going on now."

"Theo," Stiles spoke firmly. "Let go of me. You're hurting me."

"You know it's hard to control myself when you make me angry," Theo glared, his grip tightening. "Just tell me what's going on. Why are you behaving weirdly."

Stiles bit his lip and raised his chin. "Why are you with me. If I annoy you so much."

Surprise flashed over Theo's face, and then it changed, softened, with a sweet smile. "Stiles, I like you, you know that. You're annoying sometimes, but that's fine. You can change."

Stiles blinked repeatedly. He felt like a bucket of ice-water was poured over him. Twisting out of Theo's grip with some difficulty, he took a step back. Chris and Peter were right. Fuck. He was so stupid. Had he really been so desperate to feel wanted that he'd compromised that much…?

"Maybe I don't want to change," Stiles sneered and took another step back. "Maybe I should be with someone who doesn't want to change me and likes me the way I am."

"And who would that be?" Theo asked with his eyebrows raised, coming closer to Stiles and cornering him against the wall. "Come on. Your friends can't even be bothered to put up with you. Your own father rather goes to work than spend time with you. It's really not asking that much of you to be a bit more considerate, quieter, a bit more grateful for having me."

Stiles sneered. Fuck that. He'd rather be single than with someone trying to change him, manipulating him to change him. Pushing against Theo's chest, he wanted to leave. But Theo kept him cornered and then his hand darted forward and grabbed Stiles by the throat, pinning him to the wall. Stiles gasped and tried to pull Theo's hand off. The werecoyote didn't budge. Instead, Stiles felt the prickle of claws against his skin and looked into glowing eyes.

"Two months of wasted time," Theo growled annoyed. "I thought this would be easier. I thought I'd wrap you around my finger in no time, leave you with nobody else to turn to and you would rely on me. I told you I'm a were, even played on the sympathy with my dead sister and my packless status. But you actually never even told me you're a Spark. You really don't trust me."

His growling grew darker and Stiles was feeling a little panic rise in him. Wait. Spark. What. There was something… Hadn't Deaton said something about that before? What did that have to do with anything? Why would Theo do all of this because of… What, exactly? Stiles could play around with mountain ash, big whoop. What was wrong with this guy.

"Theo," Stiles forced out. "Let go of me."

He let one hand fall from Theo's arm, feigning weakness. Instead, he carefully slipped his hand into his back-pocket where he carried the wolfsbane-infused dagger that Chris had given him. Before he had a chance to do anything though, he heard people approaching quickly.

"Let go of my son now," Noah called out. "Step away right now. Or I'll shoot."

Stiles' eyes widened in surprise as he stared over Theo's shoulder at his dad, aiming his service gun at Theo. Noah was flanked by Peter and Chris on either side. Theo turned around on instinct, but kept Stiles pinned to the tree. Noah took a stumbling step back when he saw the fangs and shift.

"What the fuck," Noah gasped, his hand shaking.

"Sheriff, I'll need you to not shoot Peter," Chris requested while taking the gun out of Noah's hand.

"Wha," Noah started confused and then started cursing.

Peter's eyes flashed blue and with an animalistic snarl did he tackle Theo to the ground. The two weres, both in beta-shift, started fighting. Stiles struggled to breath deeply and sank down against the tree. In moments, Chris was at his side, gently pulling Stiles close.

"Are you alright? Are you injured, baby?" Chris asked softly. "You're safe now, I got you."

He pulled Stiles into a hug, running his hands up and down Stiles' back to sooth him. It took another moment for Noah to approach them, wary gaze focused on the fighting weres.

"What the hell is going on here, son?" Noah asked, wrapping his own arms around Stiles and pulling him somewhat away from Chris. "I came here because these two told me about your boyfriend and what he's doing to you. Nobody said anything about – what is this?"

"Werewolves," Stiles mumbled numbly, burying his face in his dad's chest. "That's the thing I have been lying to you for months. Werewolves are real. Scott's a werewolf. The Hales are werewolves."

Noah cussed softly but he also pressed a kiss to Stiles' head. "Okay. Okay, I'll need more than that. But right now, I'm just glad you're safe. I'm sorry, I'm sorry I said those things, I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you, kiddo, you hear me? I don't care if you like girls or boys or both, I just care that you are happy, Stiles."

Stiles nodded, overwhelmed by everything that had happened in the past couple minutes. His eyes were still trained on Peter and Theo. With a snarl did Peter pin Theo to the ground, claws digging in deeply into Theo's shoulder, making the coyote whine.

"You will never get near Stiles again, if you ever touch him again, I will tear you apart."

Blinking, Stiles watched and then leaned into both his dad and Chris.

/break\

There was a very long, very exhausting conversation with his dad. About werewolves, hunters and killer lizards. And then another, separate conversation about Stiles' bisexuality and the apparent misunderstanding between him and his dad. And a very uncomfortable conversation about Theo, specifically, and how Stiles should always be able to come to his dad and tell him when he wasn't feeling safe or got hurt by someone. Stiles spent a lot of time crying in his dad's arms.

Stiles took a couple weeks to heal. Get over Theo and the manipulation. He didn't have to do it alone. The pack practically drowned him in comfort and care. He wasn't left alone to feel guilty, stupid or like this was all his fault. They all kept telling him that it wasn't and they kept distracting him from the achy feeling. It felt so good to have friends to rely on.

A week after his breakup with Theo, Stiles officially joined the Hale Pack. The only reason Stiles hadn't asked before was because he'd felt insecure. Unwanted. But with the way the pack kept looming close, worried and fussy, Stiles kind of felt very wanted.

He also started to feel very wanted by Peter and Chris. Their concern felt different than the rest of the pack. They were gentle with him, soft and caring. Patient too. Chris had confessed to Stiles before the break-up but even after, they didn't push him.

Having the pack in his corner made him feel better about himself. The self-doubt that had grown worse over the summer seemed to ease off some. Things he'd grown self-conscious about – talking too much, being too loud – he started to feel more comfortable with again the more often his pack encouraged him; Erica laughing loudly with him, Boyd and Lydia encouraged him to talk more.

It felt good to find himself again. And beyond all that, he also dug into the whole Spark-thing and started teaching himself magic. Turned out he could do much more than just manipulate mountain ash. He was actually pretty damn powerful and badass. Which also helped him feel better.

The better he felt about himself, the more he thought about Chris and Peter. His thoughts also turned more dirty. He'd been weak to their praise, but now he allowed himself to think about it in bed. With a hand wrapped around his own cock, he'd think about them praising him. How good he'd be for them, how good he'd feel around their cocks. The more time passed, the more horny and desperate he grew for them, now that he kept thinking about them. It was becoming a problem.

/break\

Peter smiled pleased and reached out to caress Stiles' face. The boy had fallen asleep half an hour ago during their research session. The newest threat they were dealing with was a Darach. They'd barely taken care of the Alpha Pack – and that had honestly more or less sorted itself, thankfully enough. Turned out Deucalion had come following rumors about Scott being a True Alpha. How in the world there could be rumors about that beat Peter, considering the boy was a beta. But in the end, Scott had been tempted by the explanation of what a True Alpha was, so a deal was struck. An exchange. Scott against Cora, whom the Alpha Pack had held prisoner. Peter and Derek alike were still reeling from the realization that Cora was alive. Things were… rocky. Complicated, all things Laura considered. So Peter sought comfort and solace in Chris and in Stiles. The smile on Peter's lips softened when Stiles made a sleepy noise and nuzzled into Peter's touch.

"Let's bring him upstairs," Chris suggested with a heavy sigh. "He deserves to sleep in his bed."

"But look at the cute little kitten," Peter argued, pointing at their sleeping boy.

Stiles was curled together, with his head in Chris' lap. Chris shot Peter a look, but he wasn't fooling Peter. The cuddly kitten was getting to Chris just as much as it was getting to Peter. Sure, the couple had agreed that they would take a step back, would not pursue Stiles further and allow him to get better first. Just like with the pack, they would let Stiles take the next step and come to them when he was ready. Peter was well-aware that Stiles wanted them both, he could smell it on the boy and the scent of arousal and desire grew stronger near every day.

"Fine, fine," Peter sighed and gathered Stiles up in his arms. "Let's get you to bed, kitten."

Stiles curled against his chest in his sleep, making Peter smile pleased. When Peter carried him upstairs, Chris followed behind. Since the sheriff was working late, Peter and Chris had agreed to come to the Stilinski home to do their research so Stiles would be home when his dad got there.

"We should change him out of the jeans at least," Chris muttered.

Peter hummed in agreement and gently placed Stiles on the bed while Chris went to the closet. When Chris started cursing low, Peter's attention snapped from the peacefully sleeping boy over to his lover. Raising one eyebrow, Peter got up and walked over to Chris.

"I didn't mean to snoop," Chris whispered lowly. "I was just looking for the pajama pants and when I pulled them out, they were suck on the edge of this box and it came falling out and..."

Peter stared wide eyed and stunned silent at the box Chris was holding. A shoe-box, filled with sex toys. The largest laid square and filled it from one corner to the other. It was huge and thick. The most outstanding part of it was the fat knot at the base. Stiles owned a knotting dildo. There were anal-beads, butt-plugs and a blue dildo in there too. All of them were of notable size.

"Oh, our boy is making this very, very hard on me," Peter muttered irritated.

He pressed against Chris' hip with emphasis. Chris growled when he felt his lover's hard cock. Soft, sleepy noises from the bed drew their attention to their boy waking up. Stiles sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking quite adorable and so deceptively innocent.

"Wha…" Stiles trailed off when he saw what box Chris was holding, his eyes widening. "What the fuck do you think you're doing there?!"

Stiles scrambled out of the bed and tore the box out of Chris' hands, clutching it tight to his own chest. His cheeks and ears were dark-red in embarrassment. Peter's eyes softened when he smelt the sharp scent of humiliation, and not the fun kind.

"It fell out when I tried to get you some pants to sleep in," Chris explained, looking guilty. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to… This is none of our business. Please don't be embarrassed."

"Hard not to," Stiles hissed, clutching the box a little tighter. "Fuck, this probably makes me look like I'm some kind of—I just, this—it's your fault, honestly!"

"Come again," Peter raised both his eyebrows at that.

"You—I—that," Stiles made a frustrated noise and fell back onto the bed. "You told me that you liked me and you said… all these… things and they've been in my head and I've been thinking about it more and more lately and I'm trying to deal with it, on my own."

"What is it we said that could be blamed for this?" Peter asked, motioning at the box.

"He did!" Stiles yelped, pointing at Chris. "All this being 'good' to me and taking care of me and… and… I just… Urgh. Shut up. Just don't say anything. Just leave it alone, okay?"

"You are making that… more impossible the more you talk," Chris said, voice rough as he stepped up to Stiles. "Baby, the fact that you haven't spoken up about it is why we didn't say anything. You just got out of a… bad relationship, we didn't want to make you feel pressured. But we haven't stopped wanting you. We're just waiting for you to be… ready."

Stiles' eyes widened and he looked from Chris to Peter. "...Really?"

"Darling," Peter sighed and came to stand next to them both. "We want you very much. We want it all with you, Stiles. The soft, the dirty, the snark. Anything you're willing to give us."

Biting his lips, Stiles regarded them warily. "I have been over Theo for a while now. And thinking about you… a lot… I just… I didn't really know if you still… I mean, things changed. And…"

"Yes, things changed, sweetheart," Peter reached out to cup Stiles' face with both hands. "You're back to your old self. You snark and complain again, instead of falling silent and trying not to be a bother. I am so glad to have you be yourself again, darling. I don't want you any other way."

Stiles bit his lip and leaned into the touch. "...Yeah?"

"Baby, the first thing both Peter and I fell for was your viciousness and your bravery," Chris confirmed and wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist. "We wouldn't want you demure and quiet. You are brilliant and being loud about it is how you make people listen to you."

"Oh," Stiles whispered, his heart fluttering. "Okay."

And just like that, Stiles leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to Peter's lips. He ducked back, his eyes darting over to Chris, like he was wondering whether he had been allowed to do that and whether he could get a kiss from Chris too. Smirking pleased, Peter stepped aside to allow his boyfriend to kiss their boy too. And oh, those two looked gorgeous like that.

"Good night, baby," Chris smiled, brushing his thumb over Stiles' cheek.

"Huh?" Stiles blinked doe-eyed.

"You were tired earlier, that's why we brought you up here," Chris elaborated. "Besides, your dad is going to get home in about an hour or two. We're not doing anything that's going to get us shot by your father. And we're not going to rush things, baby. We'll woo you, make you feel appreciated, before we go any farther. And right now, with these… toys… literally between us, the temptation to do more is very high. So Peter and I are going to leave, and you'll go to bed."

Stiles wiggled his nose like he was trying to protest. "...Okay, yeah, that makes sense…"

"Don't worry, love," Peter nosed Stiles' cheek. "We'll make you feel so good, take you apart and put you back together again, once we get to that part."

Stiles made a soft keening noise, his scent honey-sweet with arousal. "Just so you know, as soon as you are out that door, I am so gonna use this one. And it's your fault."

Peter's eyes flashed when Stiles pointed at the knotting dildo. "You little tease."

It earned him a cheeky grin from Stiles. That was how he liked his boy. Wicked and mischievous.

/break\

Dating Chris and Peter was definitely different than dating Theo. They couldn't be that obviously public, of course. Anyone from the sheriff station saw Stiles kissing a man in his forties and they would be slapping cuffs on the guy and probably do something worse. Still, they went out. To movies and dinner together, they just didn't do the kissing and holding hands. That was reserved for when they were in private, or just among the pack, who all knew.

They made him feel cherished and not like he annoyed them. They listened to him, Peter always snarked with him, met him barb for barb. Whispered words of reassurance and love, teasing and even some commands that had him hard and aching in his pants.

Beyond the dates and the way they made him feel emotionally, the sex was absolutely out of the world. The first time they'd had sex, Stiles had been flustered and fidgeting, before he admitted that he'd never really had sex before. Him and Theo had only gone as far as blowjobs. The intensity with which Peter and Chris had looked at him before completely taking him apart with their hands, mouths and cocks… Stiles had jerked off multiple times thinking about it, which felt silly.

"Have you done as we told you to, baby?" Chris asked, voice dark and hungry.

Biting his lip hard, dragging it through his teeth, Stiles squirmed. "Y… Yeah."

"Show us," Peter growled, eyes flashing.

Their sex life had gradually grown more kinky. Stiles liked the way Chris and Peter eased him into it, made gentle suggestions and let Stiles decide what he wanted to try and when. After a few weeks, they sat down and had a proper negotiation, once Stiles felt more sure about the things he liked and was curious about. Stiles liked that, liked the open communication and the way he felt like he could actually talk to them and rely on them.

Today, his boyfriends had some kind of 'surprise' for him. Last night, Peter had asked Stiles to use his knotting dildo, Peter on the phone through it all, giving instructions and whispering lewd praise until Stiles came with the knot buried deep inside him, panting and gasping. And then Peter told Stiles to leave the dildo in over night, which had his spent cock twitch eagerly. His boyfriends knew that Stiles really loved being full and stretched as far as possible and maybe even beyond. He also loved staying full. After sex, he'd usually use The Pout (super effective!) to make whichever boyfriend had last fucked him to stay inside him until he fell asleep.

"Gorgeous, baby," Chris murmured pleased, eyes dark and hungry.

Flushing brightly, Stiles turned around slowly once he was naked. Peter gave the low growl of a hungry wolf and Stiles knew exactly what got Peter going. With his heart thumping hard, Stiles climbed onto the bed and got on all four, face down and ass up, his knees set apart. His wolf really liked when Stiles presented properly for him.

"You're so perfect for us, kitten," Peter whispered, tracing a clawed hand down Stiles' spine.

A desperate keen escaped Stiles when Peter reached the thick, large plug nestled in Stiles' hole. When he'd woken up in the morning, happily fucked out after masturbating last night, he'd gotten a text from Chris telling him to put in his favorite plug and wear it until he'd get to their place.

"Do you have any idea what kind of surprise we have for you, baby?" Chris asked.

Tilting his head, Stiles watched Chris walk over to the toy trunk. Stiles' cock twitched eagerly. His breath hitched when Chris got the thin, sturdy, blue rope out. Chris' favorite was bondage and though Peter disliked being tied up – a few too many times being strung up by hunters who meant him serious harm – he did like the diamond patterns against Stiles' skin, especially since his pale skin bruised easily. Biting his lips, Stiles waited for further instructions.

"Sit up, baby," Chris ordered. "Arms behind your back. Peter and I will be taking good care of you today, you'll be good and let us, mh? So I'll be making sure there are no wandering, greedy hands."

Stiles scrambled to sit up, making Peter chuckle amused. A gasp escaped him when Peter started playing with the plug inside Stiles. The sharp smirk on Peter's lips was evil and Stiles loved it. Breathing slow and deep, Stiles tried to not get too excited and stay lax and calm while Chris started laying the rope around his torso, tying his arms together behind his back and then snaking the rope around his arms and torso in pretty diamond patterns. Tight enough to leave nice, red marks after but never too tight to be uncomfortable or painful.

"What are we doing?" Stiles asked eagerly, cock leaking pre-cum from all the excitement.

Peter drove the plug in deep enough to hit Stiles' prostate and make him yelp and moan. Peter was the biggest, most evil tease. Lips attached themselves to Stiles' neck, kissing and nibbling, Peter's beard scratching against his skin, making Stiles shudder.

"We know you're a little size queen, baby," Chris chuckled at Stiles' embarrassed flush. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, you know we love stretching and filling you."

And they did. Sometimes, they liked to watch him play with his knotting dildo, which had felt awkward for Stiles at first but the hunger and lust in their eyes was incredibly reassuring. Stiles' favorite was when they'd both fuck him, one after the other, and then plugged him up with both their cum inside. He loved feeling full and he loved the way this made him feel like theirs.

"Okay, lean on me while Peter preps you," Chris instructed.

He pulled Stiles against his chest and grabbed Stiles' ass to pull his cheeks apart for Peter. Relaxing, Stiles nuzzled into Chris' neck, loving that he could just let go and let them take care of him. Slowly, Peter pulled the plug out, making Stiles whine desperately.

"Sh, we'll give you something better soon," Peter whispered, kissing Stiles' throat.

The kisses soon turned into bites and suckling. Stiles made more pleased noises at that, loving when Peter's possessiveness made the wolf mark him all up. Stiles didn't remember the last time he'd gone without at least one hickey on his neck, throat or shoulders. The wolf wasn't the only one who liked to mark Stiles up; Chris was just as possessive as Peter and he delighted in the fact that he could actually mark Stiles up – all marks faded quickly from Peter, thanks to the wolf healing.

"Peter, please, Peter, I need more than your fingers," Stiles sobbed softly. "I can't, I'm all… I already came this morning, and last night, I need to… I need your dick, please, please, please."

"I love when you ramble so desperately, sweetheart," Peter purred, biting Stiles' shoulder.

Peter was four fingers into him, thrusting and twisting and teasing and absolutely wrecking Stiles. A soft sob escaped him as he buried his face in Chris' chest. The man hummed lowly and gave Stiles' ass a squeeze, before he lifted one hand up and brought it down again. The smack echoed through Stiles' entire being and he gasped breathlessly. Lifting his head, he stared at Chris.

"You know you have to trust us and not rush us, baby," Chris looked at him sternly. "We have special plans for you and we need you well and thoroughly prepped."

Biting his lips, Stiles nodded. "Sorry. I didn't wanna rush you… Please punish me."

Stiles batted his eyelashes, earning a snort from Chris who pressed a kiss to Stiles' temple after. So maybe Stiles really loved his spankings. The cute thing was that Chris had been very nervous about introducing spankings, because he didn't want Stiles to think that they wanted to hurt him. They didn't want to remind him of Theo. But Stiles had very enthusiastically agreed to the spankings. He loved being square over Chris' lap, with the hunter's firm hand coming down hard on his ass until he was cherry-red and sore and would be feeling it all day.

Stiles gasped, seeing stars as Chris alternated spanking his ass cheeks while Peter opened him up much more thoroughly than usual. Some times, Stiles pulled on his tied-up arms, wanting to touch them too. Today wasn't a touching day though. Which was fine, Stiles did enjoy these too, when his lovers forced him to stand still and let them take him apart.

"I think our boy is ready," Peter announced. "And his ass is a lovely shade of red."

Peter leaned in and placed a kiss to the sensitive skin of Stiles' raw-spanked ass. Stiles whined in protest and tried to squirm away, earning him one last swat from Chris on his other cheek. Oh, he was definitely going to feel that all day tomorrow. Thankfully, he was going to spend all weekend at the penthouse. Allison was out, spending a spa-weekend with Lydia and even Erica, with whom she was slowly growing to become friends. Ever since Scott had left, she'd gotten more involved in the pack, much to Chris' relief. And, right now, to Stiles' relief. Because lazying about the penthouse was so much more fun when they could touch and make out outside the bedroom.

"Now," Chris whispered into Stiles' ear, biting his earlobe softly, hands kneading Stiles' sore ass. "You wanna hear what we want to do with you, baby?"

"Yes," Stiles keened and bucked his hips. "Please, I need it, whatever it is."

"We're going to fuck you," Peter announced. "Both of us. At the same time."

Stiles frowned confused. That wasn't all that special. He spent a lot of time on all four, one cock down his throat and one cock hammering away against his prostate. His frown deepened as he looked at his tied-up state. Sure, shibari was something Chris did a lot, but this time, he had tied Stiles' arms too. That would make being on all four kind of hard…?

"Both of us," Chris growled and lifted Stiles up by his ass, bringing him closer until he could slowly lower Stiles onto his cock. "At the same time, in the same hole."

Stiles' eyes widened as he stared at his hunter. More and more of Chris' thick cock filled him up, his his brain rebooting at what Chris had just said. Holy shit. He'd been talking about that fantasy of his a lot lately, it was like the ultimate being filled thing. Sure, Chris had fisted him before, but having both their cocks fuck him at the same time. He started babbling gleefully, begging them for it.

"Sh, sweetheart, you're getting what you want," Peter assured him.

He hooked a finger in the rim of Stiles' hole, pulling him open even wider than Chris' cock was already spreading him. A string of curses flew from Stiles' mouth when Peter forced his way in right alongside Chris. This explained why Chris had fisted him last weekend and why Peter had insisted Stiles use his big knotting dildo last night and put the big plug in today. They wanted to make sure he was really ready for this. Leaning in, Stiles placed a sloppy kiss on Chris' mouth.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you," Stiles chanted desperately.

"You know we'll take care of you, baby," Chris smirked, rubbing his beard against Stiles' cheek. "We'll give you everything you want, we'll make sure you get everything you want. Everything that's in our ability to give you, because you deserve it."

There were things they weren't into, of course. But everything in their ability, everything they were willing to try and do. Stiles kissed Chris again, securely held up by both his lovers. Chris was holding onto his ass still, Peter holding his waist, while they both thrust into him. When one pulled out, the other thrust into him. He was stretched so full by two cocks. Tears came to his eyes at how amazing this felt, how much he felt like he was theirs, full of them both.

"Yes, sweetheart," Peter whispered gently, kissing and biting along Stiles' shoulders. "You're ours, all ours, and you are so perfect for us, look at you. So gorgeous."

Leaning back, he rested his head against Peter's shoulder. Just letting them take him apart with their incredible cocks. His legs were around Chris' waist, his hard cock stuck between both their stomachs, dragged against Chris' pubic hair. Stiles sobbed out in despair.

"You wanna come, baby boy?" Chris asked, kissing along Stiles' jawline.

When Peter's hands wandered up, tracing Stiles' stomach and then finding Stiles' nipples to play with them, Stiles cracked. Desperate tears spilled down Stiles cheeks, he was so overly sensitive, he just needed to come and to curl together and maybe dissolve.

"Yes, please, I need… Please, oh, please, I need to come," Stiles sobbed out.

"Gorgeous boy," Chris chuckled and wrapped a hand around Stiles' cock.

The hunter started jerking him off while Chris and Peter fucked into him hard and deep. It didn't take long for Stiles to come into Chris' hand. Usually, he would be embarrassed about how fast he came. However, these two had really tormented him and this was the most perfect feeling ever.

"Sh, it's okay, you're good, we got you, love," Chris whispered. "So tight, I love when you tighten up around me like that but it feels even better with Peter right next to me. You are so tight, baby."

Chris and Peter fucked him even harder. Chris came first, deep inside Stiles, before pulling out. A displease whine escaped Stiles at the loss of some of his stretch, but then Peter went in deeper and the base of his cock was swelling and holy shit to top it all off, Stiles was getting a knotting? Was it his birthday and he had missed it somehow? If he physically could, he would have come again when Peter's knot popped and locked them together while the wolf came and filled Stiles with even more cum. As was, all he could do was lean back against Peter breathlessly and let his men take care of him. He gave a fucked-out, happy smile when they gently eased him onto the bed, removing the shibari and carefully cleaning him up while peppering him with kisses.

~*~ The End ~*~

Notes:

This was... interesting. I usually write the abusive relationship off-screen and past, it felt very different to deal with it on page. I hope it hit right for y'all ;)

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