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Stiles was beginning to think maybe playing with magical artifacts left over in a dead witch’s cabin was maybe not the best idea.

This sentiment was reflected in the grumpy looking toddler currently glaring at him from across the room, Stiles was obviously impressed that Derek kept his impressive eyebrows even while magically transformed into a child.

Of course now was not the time to be thinking about that, now was the time for panic and solutions to the problem. Stiles however was only having luck with the panic portion, solutions didn’t seem to be in the agenda just yet.

Okay Stilinski, think. How does one reverse another’s magic? Obviously by taking out the source, however in this case the source is already dead so what is plan B?

Stiles had no idea what plan B was, even the artifact he used had vanished in a puff of smoke after he had inadvertently used it.

Step one Stiles, never blame yourself, Derek should know better than to startle someone while they are rummaging through a dead witch’s house. Oh shit, he’s going to kill me if I ever figure out how to turn him back.

Small Derek was at this point thinking something quite similar, it involved a lot of mental torture and a slow death for the mole-dotted teenager.

“Stiles I swear to God, you better have some idea on how to undo this, I’m not reliving my childhood a second time.” Derek wanted to sound menacing but came out whiny instead.

Stiles gulped, “ Of course I have an idea Sourwolf, I’m just going to need some time. In the mean time why don’t we call the pack? I could use some help and while you are still you mentally (Thank God) you are physically somewhat vulnerable at the moment. So that means you need protection, probably, I mean do you still have your wolfy powers or are they gone like your beard?”

Ignoring the boys rambling Derek just glared, however he was internally checking to see if he could shift. Stiles watched as the baby Derek pouted, and watched as his eyes flashed red, however there was no other change. No claws, or fangs, or loss of eyebrows and sudden sideburns.

So Derek was still all werewolf but seemingly had no control of the change, which had to mean something but Stiles just wasn’t sure what it meant yet.

“Okay. So red eyes indicate you are still the mighty Alpha you were before but seems like the spell affects your ability to shift or maybe that specific age affects it. When exactly does a werewolf child learn to shift? Is it natural, instinctual, or maybe taught later on? You know I’ve meaning to asked this before, but are there like schools for adolescent werechildren? Or are you guys mostly normal until a certain age?” Stiles paused in his ramblings when he noticed Derek’s glowing eyes and puffed out cheeks, that would be his murder face on adult Derek.

“Hmm, nevermind. I’ll just call Scott. We can probably hide you out at his house until we sort out this mess.” Stiles pulled out his cell and made the call, unfortunately it seemed Scott was busy. Fuck. Who besides Scott can I call? Where is the safest place for a de-aged Alpha werewolf? Where? Ah Ha! I know just the place.

The grin that spread across the boy’s face was enough to send shivers down Derek’s spine. “Come on tinywolf, I know just the place to hide you.” Stiles held out his hand and reluctantly Derek took it, because no matter what he said the usually gruff man did trust the boy.

They left the witch’s cabin, Stiles muttering a few spells to keep others out, and headed through the preserve to where Stiles had parked his jeep. It took longer than necessary due to Derek’s now tiny legs, and Stiles continuously tripping due to his inability to watch where he was going because he was watching a small frustrated Derek.

Finally they made it, and Stiles realized there was a small problem. “I don’t have a car seat. You are way to small, if we get in a wreck or pulled over we’re in trouble.” Derek rolled his eyes. “ I suggest you don’t do either of those things then. I’ll sit in the back, that way it will be safer and I won’t be seen as easily. By the way, where are we going?” Stiles nodded his acceptance of Derek’s idea, and merely grinned again at his question.

“You’ll see buddy. Somewhere safe, where no one will think to look for you.” Derek was skeptical but merely shrugged and allowed the boy to help him into the jeep, glaring when Stiles insisted on doing the seatbelt himself.

Stiles ruffled his hair, then snatched his hand back when Derek tried to bite him, before making his way to the drivers side. Getting in he thought about his plan, it was solid enough but there would be a few bumps. The two biggest being his tiny charge in the back and the owner of his planned hide out.

Relax Stiles, everything will work out fine. Besides Derek can’t do much right now and well you have the other wrapped around your little finger. Grunting in satisfaction Stiles began the journey from the preserve to the city, roughly twenty five minutes saw them to their destination.

Said destination was one of the nicer apartment complexes of downtown Beacon Hills. Stiles began humming as he pulled into the parking garage, searching for a spot near the entrance. I should really invest in making a handicap parking permit. Oh wait that’s illegal and everyone would recognize my car, still I need a way to get better spots. Hmm, its something to think about anyway.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts Stiles zips into a spot and bounds out and around the car. Opening the passenger door and pulling the seat forward he reaches to unbuckle and pick up Derek. Derek allows this, but his pout indicates he’s not to thrilled about it.

“Suck it up little man, its just faster this way.” Still carrying the tiny werewolf Stiles makes his way to the elevator, he pushes the button for the fifteenth floor and away they go. Derek is curious as to where they’re going and who Stiles trusts enough to hide him with. Minutes pass as they ride up until finally it stops at the right floor.

Stiles walks down the hall to the last door on the left, apartment 27 A, before setting Derek down and fishing in his pocket for something. Triumphantly he removes a key-ring, he shows it to Derek with one of his goofy smiles, and begins searching for what Derek can only assume is the right key. The problem is there is a lot of keys on the key-ring and many look similar, Stiles doesn’t seem to concerned though.

He merely picks through a couple before selecting one, he unerringly puts it in the lock and turns the key. He pushes the door in and gestures for Derek to go inside, as soon as they are both in he closes the door and locks it behind him.

“Home sweet home. Well at least for now anyway. So you thirsty? Hungry maybe?” Derek shakes his head, sniffing to get a feel of the place. There is a scent, faint, as if someone hasn’t been here in a while, one he feels like he should know. Its mingled with a few others, also familiar, yet he can’t put his finger on what he smells. Its when he looks around that he figures out just who this apartment belongs to.

The furnishings are expensive yet tasteful, everything picked to compliment each other, but it’s the bookshelves across the back wall that scream money. Floor to ceiling, with rare books on magic and several first editions by world famous authors. Only one person Derek knew had this kind of taste and money.

His uncle, Peter Hale.

The man who Derek worked hard to ignore and barely allowed to remain in his pack. Stiles saw the exact moment Derek realized whose apartment they were in, his face became tense and his frown deepened.

“Don’t worry about it Derbear, he’s not going to show up here. Him and Chris have a place now, he hasn’t been here in weeks and won’t unless I call him. I’m the only one who comes here, trust me.” Derek merely nodded, not bothering to even look at Stiles.

Damn this is going to be harder than I thought. Well no time like the present, lets see what Peter’s books have to say.

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Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero.

That’s what Peter’s books had to say. Oh they had some interesting information, but nothing that would help with this situation.

Maybe Stiles would have more luck if he was better versed in ancient languages, but considering some of them didn’t even exist anymore he wasn’t feeling too bad. Glancing up he looked to the couch were Derek had staked a claim, seeing that after six hours of being tiny he finally was relaxing.

He had burrowed down into the couch, blanket wrapped around him like he was a tiny burrito. Honestly it made him look impossibly cute, something Stiles was never going to let Derek live down.

Stiles had of course snapped pictures to use as future blackmail, and as a memento for when he hopefully reversed this curse.

Huh. Curse. Is it a curse or some kind of protection spell gone wrong? These are important factors to know. Stiles continued musing to himself, going over everything he had done to end up in this situation.

He had been searching the cabin when he had found the weird artifact, some kind of round puzzle, and had immediately began fiddling with it. He was sure he was close to figuring out how to solve it when Derek had burst in, startling the young mage and causing him to apparently make a wrong move.

The question is though, why had the spell, or curse, affected Derek and not Stiles who had been holding the artifact.

Maybe my magic shielded me? Or it doesn’t work on magic users in general? Good questions but ultimately useless.

The reason didn’t matter at this point, only solving the problem did. The problem was currently staring at him with big eyes, and lips pouting dramatically.

Stiles rolled his eyes, an obvious attempt to not be affected by the puppy dog eyes currently burrowing into the side of his head. “What Derek? What’s the face for? You know I can’t read minds (Yet) so spit it out man.”

Derek sat up, still wrapped like a burrito, and made a face. It was half exasperation, half constipation in Stiles’ opinion. “I’m hungry. Is there anything to eat?” As if on cue the tiny Derek’s stomach grumbled, causing Stiles to snicker.

“Yeah I bought groceries the other day. I’m here a lot so I always have snacks around at the very least. I think there is sandwich stuff, want a sandwich?” Stiles was already making his way to the kitchen, happy to move around after hours of research, not bothering to wait for a reply. Stiles pulled out all the ingredients necessary to make a turkey club, he made two for each of them.

He figured Derek was still a werewolf, even if a he was a miniature one at the moment, and would appreciate the extra food. Plating the sandwiches he returns to the living room, not before snagging some drinks from the fridge first of course, and sets one plate before the small wolf burrito hogging the couch. Chuckling to himself he takes the recliner and proceeds to eat.

He watches as Derek detangles himself to get to his food, small grunts of frustration occur when it proves more difficult that he thought, before small hands emerge and grab the plate. Stiles watches slightly grossed out, yet fascinated, as Derek consumes the meal with gusto.

In less than five minutes both sandwiches are gone and the child is eyeing Stiles’ second club with hunger. Not wanting to be a victim of what would probably be the saddest werewolf mauling in history Stiles hands over his plate.

Derek happily accepts and proceeds to go to town on the poor sandwich, again Stiles is mildly disturbed. He’s seen grown Derek take down two whole pizzas by himself with more restraint than little Derek is.

I wonder if younger werewolves need more food or if their metabolism works faster? Or is this another affect of the spell/curse/whatever we are dealing with?

When he finishes he seems calmer and puts on his ‘I’m in control face’ and turns to Stiles. “So have you figured out how to undo this yet?”

Grimacing Stiles shakes his head, “Not yet, I haven’t even found anything concerning age spells. You might have noticed Peter has a lot of books but they’re hardly labeled or organized in anyway that makes sense to anyone but him. I’ve got through at least eighteen texts so far but at this rate it will be a month before I can go through all of them. So here is where you might get upset. I know you and Peter are not on the best of terms but maybe we should call him to help. Hey don’t make that face at me! Do you wanna be stuck like this for possible weeks?”

Stiles was pacing by now, frustrated to the point of extreme hand gestures.

Derek was not pleased, but he had to admit that he couldn’t expect the teen to figure this out all by himself. He was only a beginner in the art of magic, and while he seemed talented he still lacked experience.

Experience that one particular wolf in their pack had, so he was just going to have to suck it up and ask for Peter’s help.

“Fine. Call him. See if he will help.” Derek couldn’t hide his distaste but Stiles didn’t hold it against him. Peter was a developed taste, not everyone could stomach him.

Stiles quickly pulled out his cell and dialed Peter, the phone rang and rang, and right before Stiles thought it was going to go to voicemail it was picked up.

“This had better be important darling, me and Christopher were trying to enjoy some us time.” Stiles made a grossed out face at Peter’s implication at what the two men had been up to, forgetting for a second that the man couldn’t actually see him.

“It is important. I need your help. More specifically Derek and I need your help. There was an incident at the witch’s cabin and now we have a predicament. And I could really use your advice and knowledge, because honestly I’m out of my depth man.” It took Stiles a minute to realize he was crying by the end, he hadn’t realized how upset he truly was at his lack of ability.

He was supposed to be the problem solver, the one with the answers and a plan.

“Hush now pet. Everything will be fine I’m sure. No one is dead correct?”

“Yeah. We’re all alive.”

“There you see? Its obviously the worst thing that could have happened. Now take it from the top. Tell me everything that occurred.” And Stiles did, explaining the killing of the witch, searching her cabin, playing with the artifact, and finally Derek being transformed.

“Hmm, playing with unknown objects could get you killed you know? As it is I think I know how to fix the problem. Where are you and Derek currently?”

Stiles hesitated, he hadn’t particularly ever told Peter that he frequently used his apartment, or that he had a key, or even knew it existed. Stiles had started using it shortly after Peter and Chris became an item, Peter was hardly ever there so all Stiles had to do was remove his scent and Peter never knew the difference. He made sure that everything was always in the correct place, plus he had warded the place himself to alert him if someone ever came by.

“Uh we are currently at your downtown apartment, you know the one with most of your book collection?”

There was a silence before Peter responded, “Alright. Christopher and I will be there soon. We will talk about certain things at a later point. And Stiles make sure all my books are but back correctly, if even one is out of place or heaven help you damaged you will be punished accordingly.” And with that he hung up.

Stiles gulped, Peter rarely threatened him and if he did it was rarely serious. No you are not slightly turned on by the prospect of punishment, do you hear me Stilinski? Mind out of the gutter, now!

So Stiles got to work putting away the books, when finished he fell into the recliner and sighed. He turned to Derek, who happened to be passed out on the couch, little hands clasping the blanket to his chest.

Stiles mentally aww’d, snapping a picture for posterity. Stiles was going to have an entire file named ‘Cute baby Derek pics’ by the end of this mess.

Hey some good things come with the bad. Stiles decided he needed to rest for a bit, save some energy for the verbal sparring that was most likely to occur later.

He closed his eyes and waited.

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It was an hour before Stiles heard the door open. He sat up as Peter walked through the door, Chris following close behind.

Stiles was still amazed that both men could pull off V-necks with out coming off as total douchebags, well Peter still came off as one but that was more of a personality thing. Stiles of course hid his ogling, pretending to still be half asleep.

Stretching he stood and stared at Derek who had promptly woken up as the door had opened, Derek quickly discarded his blanket and stood grimly beside Stiles. The four men, or three and one pint size Alpha, stared at each other tensely.

“So you really did turn Derek back into a child, I was half hoping it was a joke. Well doesn’t matter, its simple enough. Common spell really, witch’s love their clichés after all. All we need to do to get Derek back to normal is a kiss. One of true love of course.”

Derek and Stiles stared blankly at the older werewolf, honestly to shocked for words.

Really? That’s it? True loves kiss? How the hell did I not think of that? Why is it so damn cliché?

“So someone just has to kiss me and I’ll be myself again?” Derek seemed less than thrilled but had a small look of hope in his eyes, seems he wasn’t to sure about the true love part.

“Well go on you two. Make with the curse breaking, we haven’t got all night. Some of us had plans for the evening.” Peter waved between the two of them flippantly, indicating they should make a move. Derek and Stiles looked at each other, both very confused.

“Uh dude. Not to be rude or anything but I only like you as a friend. While I would love a bromance, romance isn’t on the table. Sorry.”

Derek frowned, “ Don’t call me dude. And no offense taken, I don’t like you like that either.”

Peter stared at them, a slightly confused look on his face, like he was trying to piece together a puzzle and he was missing a piece. “So you two aren’t secretly dating? If that’s true then various members of the pack are going to be losing money to miss Martin soon. Sadly myself included. You both showed all the signs, being secretive, jumpy when the other is mentioned, and you even smell like each other more. But you two aren’t dating?”

Peter’s entire being reeked skeptical, from his tone to his face.

“Look man me and Derek have a bond, bros, but nothing more. The thing is we both have certain secrets the other knows about but no one else knows. Of course we’re close, how many times have we saved each other’s ass? Anyway Derek has someone already, and I have feelings for another, so no romance is going on between me and Sourwolf.” Stiles’ arms were flailing about, trying to physically get his point across.

Yeah he thought Derek was hot, may have even had a small crush on him at some point, but he knew, just like he knew with Lydia, that they were better off as friends.

That didn’t change the fact that they were back at square one now.

Stiles turned to Derek, “Do you think you and Braeden are to true loves kiss level yet? Not that I’m rushing you or anything, but seems like our best bet at the moment. Unless the love can be platonic, like from a friend or relative?” The last question was directed at Peter, who was still studying them closely.

“I suppose anything is possible, true love, while usually described as romantic love, could also be seen as a pure platonic love. Literature is always up for interpretation after all. Plus witches are just crafty enough to pull something like that.”

Stiles nodded to himself, his thoughts ran along the same lines.

He looked at Derek, “It’s up to you bro, we can call Braeden or we can try the platonic loves kiss thing first. Hell we’ll get the whole town to kiss you if that’s what it takes to get you back to normal!”

Derek’s face scrunched up in thought, his prominent eyebrows furrowing. “I don’t really want to get Braeden involved. Honestly I don’t think our relationship is at the level needed anyway, it’s too new. Stiles I can honestly say that after these last few years you are the person I trust the most. I consider you a true friend.”

Stiles wasn’t going to lie, he was a little choked up at Derek’s pronouncement. He knew he considered the wolf as a friend but was almost certain that the older man barely tolerated him. Stiles scratched the back of his head awkwardly, for once at loss as to what to say.

Man up Stilinski! It’s up to you to lift this curse, or at least try. Man its going to be awkward if it doesn’t work.

Resigning himself Stiles knelt down to Derek’s level, still a little to tall to be level but it was close enough. Without giving himself a chance to second guess himself Stiles leaned in an placed a quick gentle peck onto Derek’s lips.

For a second there was no change, it seemed like it hadn’t worked. Stiles sighed in disappointment, seems like his idea was wrong. He falls over however when a large POP sound occurs right next to him, smoke is flowing around the run in twister like motion.

In the center of said twister stands a now adult Derek. Stiles jumps up gleefully, clapping his hands excitedly.

“It worked! Holy shit, I can’t believe it actually worked. I am from here on out known as Stiles the Cursebreaker.”

In his excitement Stiles runs up to Derek and hugs him, then proceeds to pat him all over. “Man I’ve never been happier to see that grumpy face Sourwolf. I’m not gonna lie I was worried for a minute there. I thought you were going to have to experience puberty for a second time. And honestly I’m too young to be a father.”

Stiles was babbling at this point, completely forgetting that he and Derek were not alone. Derek however was paying attention to the two other men, enough to see Peter’s face go from mild curiosity to closed off and aloof, and see Chris’s face scrunch up in distaste.

“Well dear nephew it seems your predicament as been alleviated. Perhaps next time you go to clean out a witch’s lair you bring a professional, someone who is not known for causing trouble with their wondering hands.” Peter almost immediately regretted his words, he hadn’t meant to be so harsh but feelings were a tricky thing.

Derek glared at the older man, knowing Peter’s comment was meant as a barb against Stiles.

Stiles however was paying no attention to the conversation, he, in his post curse breaking high, had begun to scribble in a journal that he seemingly pulled from nowhere.

Chris shaking himself out of his thoughts spoke for the first time that night, “Peter perhaps we should go now. I’m sure Derek and Stiles have a lot to talk about.”

Stiles did hear that, and turned to look at the man quizzically. “Huh? What would me and Derek need to talk about? Did you need to talk to me about something Sourwolf? Because honestly I need to keep this train of thought going, can you imagine how many stories change their meaning if you change the relationship between the two people sharing a “True love’s kiss”, honestly it could be fundamental.”

Stiles was practically bouncing, his eyes so bright they seemed to glow.

Chris couldn’t help himself he scoffed, “Look there is no need to hide it anymore. We won’t tell anyone about your relationship, there is no need to pretend. Obviously you and Derek have something special.” Chris could taste the bitterness in his words, Peter was absently nodding is agreement.

The bounce was sucked right out of Stiles, he didn’t understand.

For whatever reason the two older men seemed upset, and they were completely misunderstanding the relationship between himself and Derek, even though they had already explained they weren’t an item. Frustrated Stiles set aside his journal, hands going to hips he turned and gave the two men a sharp look.

“I don’t get what you guys aren’t understanding. Me and Derek,” He motioned between them, “ are not dating. Or anything like that. We are friends, allies, pack-mates, and whatever other platonic relationship two people can have. Derek is in a committed, I’m pretty sure, relationship with Braeden. They have been for the last few months. Now if you could please stop raining on my parade, I would like to bask in my awesomeness just a little more.” Stiles harrumphed before turning around back to his journal.

Derek looked at the older men, amusement written all over his face.

“What Stiles said. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go meet up with my girlfriend. I’ve been ignoring her calls so she’s probably pissed by now. See you later Stiles.” Derek left with Stiles merely waving in reply.

Peter looked at Chris, who merely shrugged before turning back to the boy. Clearing his throat to get Stiles’ attention, Peter waited until the boy looked at him.

“It seems we may have been wrong. We apologize for our behavior.”

Stiles shrugged, “It’s all good. Misunderstandings happen.”

“Yes. Now while that’s out of the way how about we talk about something else. Something along the lines of you explaining how you knew about this apartment, how you got in, and why it smells like you’ve been practically living here?” Peter raised an eyebrow questioningly, a faint smirk appearing when Stiles began to turn red and started spluttering.

Quick! What is good rational reason that he will totally accept? Fuck! There isn’t one!

“Uh well you see…. um there is a great explanation for all of that. However shouldn’t we focus on what’s really important? We totally broke a curse and perhaps unraveled centuries of storytelling. I mean the potential of new stories that could now be written!” Stiles knew he was buried deep and was now just trying to not bury himself any deeper.

Peter merely stared.

“Agh! Stop looking at me like that, fine you want the truth? I’ll tell you. Sometime last year I did some research, and I may have stumbled upon the knowledge of your living arrangements. Look you know me, I have to have information to survive. There is no way I could go on and not know where your evil lair was!

So I did some digging, of course, found it, cased it out for about a month and then eventually figured out which one of your keys was to here and copied it. I made sure to hide my scent at first, especially when you were still actively living here. I warded the place as a means of protection and a way to monitor if you were home or not.

Eventually you essentially moved in with Chris and stopped coming here, but you never officially moved out, so I kept coming. Mostly for the books but also just became a place that I could go without anyone knowing where I was. A safe haven of sorts I guess. Sorry.” Stiles explanation was running together, a stream of consciousness continuously streaming.

He stumbled at the apology, Peter would know he didn’t actually mean it.

“Hmm. I see. You know Stiles you could have just asked me to come over to research from my collection. While I hate the idea of the other idiots in Derek’s little pack knowing where I live, you are, as always, an exception dear boy. You needn’t have gone to such lengths. I take it you kept everything in good shape. I would hate to have to scar that pretty face of yours if you so happened to damaged one of those books.” Peter’s claws were out, a threatening display.

Stiles quickly shook his head, “Nope. Everything is in pristine shape, I kept a list of the pages I was on and always made sure the books were in the correct order. I know those books are more valuable than their weight in gold.”

“Good boy. Seems I won’t have to maim you after all.” Peter was very pleased, even more so when he noticed his words had an interesting affect on the boy. He sniffed lightly, taking in the spicy aroma of faint arousal.

Interesting. Very interesting indeed.

“Well now that this ordeal has been settled why don’t we get back to our evening Christopher?” Peter waltzed out of the apartment without waiting for a reply. Chris merely shrugged and followed, leaving a very confused Stiles behind.

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If Stiles saw one more PDA moment he was going to scream. Of course, at that exact moment Erica and Cora decided it would be a great time to start making out, in the middle of a coffee shop in broad daylight.

Stiles officially hated couples, he cursed everyone who was currently in a happy relationship.

“Ugh can you guys not? If I get another glance at either of your tongues, I’m gonna barf.”

Stiles then proceeded to mock puke when Cora purposely licked into the blonde’s mouth, making sure the mole-dotted teen had a perfect view.

Backing away Erica grinned at Stiles, “Aw don’t be like that Batman. Isn’t this one of your fantasies anyway? Two incredibly hot girls making out in front of you.”

Rolling his eyes Stiles shot her the bird. “While I will admit to having such fantasies at one point, I can assure you it did not involved either of you. Plus, I would definitely not set the scene in a coffee shop. I would go for someplace more romantic, like an Italian villa that I happen to own. And if we were going full fantasy Boyd would need to be here, I always need another man involved. Someone strong and dominant, just my type.”

Stiles was suddenly lost in a very vivid fantasy involving a warm breeze, silk sheets, and not one pair, but two sets of hands caressing his body.

“Ew. Stop. Whatever you’re imagining just stop please. I don’t want the scent of your arousal on me.” Cora’s face scrunched in distaste, a hand flapping like she was trying to dissipate the scent.

Erica on the other hand looked positively gleeful, “Ooo do tell Stiles. What are you thinking about? Or better yet who? Give Mama all the juicy details.”

“Who says I’m thinking of anything or anyone in particular? Fantasies are fiction Erica, they aren’t meant to be realistic. Anyway, can we get back to what we came here to do anyway? You wanted my help planning Boyd’s birthday party so let’s get back to that.”

Stiles was nervous, he never planned to tell anyone about his crush, but Erica was like a bloodhound when it came to gossip, she just wouldn’t stop until she got her answers. Erica gave him a suspicious glance but seemed to let the issue go, for now anyway.

“Well as you know this the big one. Eighteen! He’s gonna be a legal man. It must be spectacular! I’m talking better than Lydia party levels. Nothing less for my,” she glanced at Cora,” I mean our, man.”

Cora merely rolled her eyes, with an indulgent smile aimed at the blonde.

“Speaking of Lydia, why aren’t we asking for her help? She is the designated party planner extraordinaire. Like wouldn’t you want the Queen of parties helping you plan?” Stiles didn’t actually care but he was curious.

Erica pursed her lips, giving a side glance to Cora, who merely lifted a single eyebrow in response. Stiles would never cease to be amazed by how the Hale’s could communicate purely by eyebrows.

“We are currently not on speaking terms with Lydia. Which happens to actually be your fault Batman.” Erica gave him look that was a cross between annoyed and disappointed.

Stiles gasped, “My fault!? What did I do?” Stiles was honestly confused, usually he had an idea if he caused mischief but not this time.

“How about the fact you and my brother were supposed to be a thing? We were all betting on it. The only person who didn’t see it was Lydia. So, when Peter came over the other day and told us you and Derek weren’t in a secret relationship and that Derek was actually seeing Braeden, miss Perfect proceeded to claim her winnings. Each of us lost a hundred bucks. Poor Peter lost even more. Even Malia was certain you two were an item and she has no sense for those kinds of things.” Cora was actually glaring at him by this point, seems she was very upset to have lost the bet.

Stiles just stared at them wide eyed, then burst out laughing. He couldn’t help it, he apparently single handedly fueled a Lydia shopping trip. No wonder she had been nice to him the other day by buying him a comic he wanted.

Wiping his eyes, he calmed himself down, ignoring the she-wolves' glares. “Next time why don’t you guys just ask before making such a bet? I could have saved you some money, or better yet got on some of the action myself.”

Erica pursed her lips, “Come on it wasn’t like it was an outrageous idea. You always smell like arousal when you’re around him and you guys seem super close at times. Of course, we thought you two might be together. Anyway, Cora says your exactly Derek’s type, and you two would be cute together. Plus, I like you more than that Braeden chick.”

“Hey! Braeden isn’t that bad; you just need to hang out with her sometime. She wicked smart and hella funny. Honestly, she’s exactly the kind of person Mr. Grumpywolf needs. She doesn’t put up with his mellow dramatic bullshit.”

Stiles was going continue but his phone started chirping, indicating he was receiving a message. Opening his phone, he checked the message, surprised to see it was from Chris.

Please come by when you get a chance- Chris.

Stiles sent an affirmative reply and then turned back to his friends. “So back to business. I take it we will be using the loft for the party, or were you planning to get Derek to rent out a location? You know Derek is only gonna want a quiet get together, pack only kind of deal. So how can we convince him to let us throw what I’m sure you’re wanting to be a major blow out?”

Erica sent him a what can only be described as a syrupy smile, one that put Stiles on edge immediately. Danger alarms were going off in his head, do not engage they were screaming.

Oh man I’m going to end up regretting ever agreeing to help plan this thing.

“Actually that’s why we needed your help. You see we already talked to Derek about renting out a club, he was unfortunately against the idea. We would have settled with the loft but its currently going through renovations so it’s no longer a viable option. That’s were you come in. We were hoping you could convince one of the adults, Peter, Chris, or Derek, to rent out the Jungle. For whatever reason they like you more than the rest of us, and they listen to you. So what do you think, will you help us?”

Erica was giving him her best puppy dog eyes, the ones Stiles always had a hard time saying no to. Even Cora was trying to give off an earnest look, though she honestly looked more constipated than anything. With both girls staring at him Stiles was beginning to buckle under pressure, he was completely whipped for the female members of the pack, a fact they all knew and constantly used to their advantage.

“Fine! I’ll see what I can do. But, I make no promises. Are you happy now?”

Both girls nodded and grinned, they knew Stiles would find some way to come through for them. “Well if that’s all you need from me I need to being going. Apparently I have some convincing to do.”

With that Stiles waved goodbye and left the coffee shop, heading to his Jeep parked out front. Getting in he pulled out his phone and sent Chris a message that he was on his way. Humming to himself he pulled out of the parking lot and headed uptown.

Chris now lived in an upscale apartment in a newer part of town, somewhere Stiles would never personally go on his own. Stiles was always a little self-conscious in this part of town, his jeep really stood out amongst the newer cars. He pulled into the apartment complex, entering the code to get through the gate, and pulled into one of the designated parking spots Chris had.

Unlike Peter’s apartment, Stiles had actually been invited to Chris’ place and given the codes to get in and everything. Stiles had been really confused at the time but had appreciated the trust, he often went by the apartment to check out the Argent Bestiary. He sometimes spent hours going over it, sometimes asking Chris to elaborate on a section.

Chris always seemed willing to help and never bothered by Stiles’ incessant chatter. It made Stiles feel warm deep down, like he was cared for. It wasn’t a feeling he had felt in a long time, not since the time before his mother got sick. His father tried but often Stiles felt more like the parent than the child, and honestly not even his dad would constantly listen to his rambling.

In fact the only two people who never seemed bothered by it were Chris and Peter, which is probably why Stiles had developed a massive crush on both. He always fell for the unobtainable ones, the ones way out of his league. Now Stiles was feeling depressed, shaking it off as best he could he made his way inside the building. Heading to the elevator he was greeted by the doorman, who by this point recognized and knew Stiles by name.

Waving he patiently waited for the elevator, in no way was he anxiously bouncing his leg and wringing his hands to relieve some tension. Finally it arrived and he hit the button for the twelfth floor, Chris’ apartment was 1203, the second on the right. He made his way to the door and knocked and waited. Time seemed to drag on, seconds becoming minutes, but finally the door swung open to reveal…. a currently shirtless Chris.

Stiles’ brain short circuited at the sight, as it did any time he happened to glance an excessive amount of skin shown by his crushes. Peter was honestly the worst, the man seemed to take his shirt off at a moments notice.

While both men were fit, Chris had more chest hair, blonde and gray and all to inviting in Stiles’ opinion. Unbeknownst to the teen in his mental shut down Chris was eyeing the boy in amusement.

Seems Peter was right, the boy is attracted to us.

Chris hadn’t exactly planned to open the door shirtless, he just happened to be changing after his shower when he heard the knock on the door. Guessing it was Stiles he weighed his options, shirt or no shirt. Sure he could have taken the time to put a shirt on, but seeing the boy’s reaction proved he made a good decision in not doing so.

Clearing his throat he gained the teen’s attention, pointedly ignoring the obvious ogling and giving the boy some reprieve from embarrassment. Stiles wanted the ground to swallow him whole, there was no way in hell Chris had not noticed him staring. It seemed that Chris was a kind man and planned to ignore it though.

“Thank you for coming over Stiles. There is something I wanted to go over with you. Please come inside.” Chris stepped out of the way so the boy could make his way in.

Did he move back far enough? Maybe not. Stiles had just enough room to brush past him, his arm moving across the older man’s chest. A mere brush but it had Stiles blushing like mad. Again Chris made nothing of it and just shut the door.

Chris indicated for Stiles to move into the living room and to have a seat. Stiles of course chose the comfy recliner he was sure that Peter had claimed for himself as soon as the man had moved in. The thing is no matter how often Stiles was here he never saw Peter, it seemed they always missed each other.

I wonder how that is even possible? I never come on a set schedule and it’s always random or spur of the moment. Statistically we should have ran into each other at least once. I mean the man lives here!

Chris watched in amusement as the gears turned inside Stiles’ head, seems he was pondering something intensely.

“Hey Chris, Peter does live here right? Like you guys don’t have a separate third apartment or house that you hang out at right?”

Chris nodded, slightly confused. “Yes he lives here. No we don’t have a separate place. Though we have been talking about buying a house on or near the preserve. A better place to house werewolves and conduct hunter business. Somewhere more remote, with less people. Why do you ask?”

Stiles doesn’t know why he’s so stunned at the idea of them thinking of buying a house together, anyone with two functioning eyes could see they were in love and devoted to each other. Still a tiny part of Stiles’ heart twinged in pain, it was further proof that they were in a whole other stratosphere than him.

“Uh well I just realized that I’ve never actually seen him here. I mean I’m here at least once a week, statistically I should have seen him.” Chris gave him an odd look, one that Stiles had no idea how to decipher.

“Well I can’t explain that myself but I can reassure you that it’s nothing to be concerned about. Now back to the topic at hand. I could use your help Stiles. As I mentioned earlier Peter and I have been discussing starting a new chapter in our lives and I think I’ve found the perfect place. I haven’t told him because I want it to be a surprise but first I want to make it perfect. That’s where you come in. You get Peter better than most, even me and his family sometimes, so I would like your opinion on the house. I would also like you to create the wards for it, I know you’ve been practicing and that it’s your strongest magic so far. I never want Peter having to worry about a second fire destroying everything he loves again. So will you please help me Stiles?”

Chris’ entire being reeked with an earnest aura, Stiles was honestly choked up at the thought and care the man was putting into this. There was no way he could say no to those bright blue eyes staring at him, he always had a thing for blue eyes.

“Of course I’ll help! I would be glad to. Anything you need, I got you.”

Chris beamed, without pause he dragged the younger man into a hug, he was still shirtless by the way, something Stiles was keenly aware of.

“Thank you so much Stiles! I really appreciate it. If there’s anything I can do for you let me know.”

Stiles, regaining his thoughts when Chris released him, thought for a second. Smiling, just a tiny bit devilishly, Stiles thought of the perfect idea. Two birds with one stone kind of thought.

“Actually there is something I could use your help with. If you don’t mind me asking a favor so early?”

Confused Chris shook his head, “ No problem name it.” Stiles merely grinned, causing a terrible feeling to develop in Chris’ stomach.

What have I gotten myself into?

Chapter Text

Chris was nursing a shot of whiskey when Peter returned home.

Stiles had just left about ten minutes before, they had spent nearly four hours going over Chris’ plans and then eventually moved on to the favor Stiles had happened to have. In retrospect maybe he shouldn’t have promised that he would help the boy out with whatever he needed.

But in hindsight Stiles would have got his way somehow, probably from the very werewolf that just entered the room. Chris lifted his glass in a salute, acknowledging Peter’s return.

Peter raised an eyebrow at him, Chris was a sight to see with his bare chest, low hanging sweat pants, and whiskey bottle.

“Have a good time darling? Please tell me you weren’t dressed like that when Stiles was here. Poor thing. He must have been drooling the entire time. Then again I can’t blame him. You are delicious.” Peter looked positively gleeful at the idea, not at all sorry for Stiles.

Chris rolled his eyes at the man but motioned for him to come over. Peter happily glided over, positioning himself in Chris’ lap. They sat there like that for moment, just enjoying each other’s company.

It was Chris who broke the silence, “You know Stiles brought up an interesting point earlier.”

“Hmm. And what would that be darling?”

“He noticed that you’re never around when he is. Even thought we might have a entire different place to live. So exactly why are you never around when Stiles comes over? I honestly didn’t notice until he brought it up but it is true. Plus you always appear soon after he’s left. Care to explain?”

Peter squirmed, trying to avoid looking directly at the older man. Chris merely grabbed his chin and turned it towards him. He lifted an eyebrow in question.

Expelling air in annoyance Peter decided to answer, “Its complicated OK. My wolf stills sees this as your territory. And you brought up feelings for Stiles first, so first claim of sorts. So I just decided to give you two privacy. It’s nothing personal against either of you, just a wolf thing. Trust me had I known the boy was camping out at my old apartment I would have gladly spent time with him. But apparently he trusts you more.”

Peter was pouting, Chris happened to love when Peter pouted. The man always put on a air of superiority but that air could not be maintained when pouting.

“Hmm. I don’t think he trusts me any more or less than you, I just happened to invite him, while you being you, kept your place a secret. I’m honestly surprised you never invited him yourself. I would think the big bad wolf would have wanted to get little red alone in his lair.”

Chris laughed as Peter groaned, “Please don’t bring that up. Do you know how many dreams I’ve had of Stiles in that scenario? As cliché as it is my wolf happens to like the idea very much.”

Peter nuzzled against Chris, making sure his scent was spread correctly, when he sniffed a certain scent. Pulling back he narrowed his eyes at Chris, “You’ve been holding out on me dear. You have Stiles’ scent on you! What happened, did he finally realize our feelings?”

Peter was eager to know, they had been hiding their desire for boy for awhile now, well not really hiding it but the boy seemed completely oblivious. Peter couldn’t understand how after all the flirting and innuendos the boy still didn’t get it. Peter has done everything short of thrusting his tongue down the boys throat, which he was constantly tempted to do.

Chris was hardly any better, with his slight touches and words of praise. Which always causes the boy to become flustered and sometimes preen at the attention, it always made the men happy when they saw Stiles’ confidence boosted.

“No I didn’t tell him. I would wait for you before doing that. We just hugged, I just happened to be shirtless so the scent is on me directly. He’s helping me with a project and I got a little excited.”

Now Peter’s curiosity was piqued, he had no idea what project Chris was working on that would involve Stiles and not himself. Had it been anyone else Peter’s tendency for jealousy would have reared its head, him and his wolf tended to guard what was theirs closely.

However it was their boy, as his wolf referred to him, and he was merely curious as to what Chris was up to.

“Anything I should know or be worried about?”

“Not at all love. I think you’ll enjoy being surprised for once.” Peter accepted his answer with out qualm, he would know when the time was right.

Settling back down he once again nuzzled into Chris, and they stayed like that, basking in each other’s warmth and love.

Chapter Text

Stiles was going to have to kill Scott, it was apparently the only option left.

He had told Scott in a moment of weakness that he had feelings for a certain person, or two people specifically. Thank god he only mentioned that they were older and not who they actually were, or Stiles was pretty sure the entire pack would be riding his ass.

Some of them were still upset about the whole Derek debacle. Lydia being the exception that she always was, she was his Queen for a reason. Apparently in a pillow talk moment Scott had told Isaac who had of course at the first opportunity had told Erica.

The very same Erica that was currently blowing up his phone demanding to know who Stiles was in love with. Stiles was dead meat if she actually managed to find him, he had also been secretive about the party venue which was driving both Erica and Cora up the wall.

He planned to tell them soon but he wanted to tweak a few things before the party, which was scheduled to happen in three days. So Stiles could understand why the girls were a little on edge. He decided to pluck up the courage and call Erica, luckily he was in safe place were the she-wolf would never find him.

Dialing her number he waited for her to answer, “Stilinski when I get my hands on you, you are going to regret being born. Do you understand? The party is in three days, and you haven’t even told us if we have a place yet! I swear to God if you ruin this I’m going to let Cora rip you apart slowly.”

“Breathe Catwoman. That’s why I’m calling. I got us the Jungle for Saturday. Right now as we speak some friends of mine are setting up the place, it’s going to be amazing. They should be done by Friday, that’s when I planned to take you and Cora to see it. I told you I would handle getting the venue, and I did. Everything is going to be perfect, it’s going to be an epic party just like you planned. I waited to tell you until I had everything in motion. Even with money and connections, renting out a popular venue is a little more difficult than you would expect. Especially for a party for a bunch of teenagers who they can’t legally sell drinks to. So are we good?”

There was moment of silence, one that had Stiles a bit on edge.

“Oh thank god. I was seriously worried Batman. I thought I was gonna have to let Cora kill you. Which would suck because you are like my best friend. I knew you wouldn’t let us down. I can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned. So now that that little bit a business is taken care of, we can move on to something juicier. A little birdie told me you have the hots for two older men. Care to tell Mama the details?”

Stiles was going to kill Scott, and then just because he could he was going to strangle Isaac with one of his stupid scarfs.

This was exactly why he was trying to keep his feelings on the down low, he hated people prying into his personal life.

“There is nothing to tell. I have a crush. It happens. It will eventually go away. Anyway we should focus on Boyd’s party and not my lack of a love life.”

“Don’t be like that Stiles. Your feelings are valid. You know we only want you to be happy. This is the first time you’ve talked about liking anyone since Lydia. Of course we would want to know who it is.”

“Look I don’t want to talk about it, okay? Anyway I’ll see you Friday. Bye.” With that Stiles hung up. Now he was in a bad mood. Plopping down on the couch he threw his arm over his face and groaned.

Having feelings were the worst in his opinion, especially when they would never be returned. He thought about Peter and Chris, how they made him feel and how they had worked their way past his defenses. He saw Peter as an equal, someone with the same intellect and devious mind. Someone who was also fiercely loyal and would do anything for the ones he called own.

Chris was who he secretly wanted to be, someone respected and the one sought out in times of trouble. The man you could rely on without thought.

That’s who they had become to Stiles, his ideals for himself and for a partner. He knew it wasn’t quite love, more like admiration mixed with lust. But deep down he knew it wouldn’t take long for his tiny bud of feelings to become something more.

Already they were the ones he sought out, not Scott or even his dad. His love for Lydia had stemmed from obsession, from an idea of who she was. He knew better now, his feelings had merely been infatuation, fantasy and illusion. Something he easily overcame when he actually got to know her, became friends and saw beyond the facade she put up and the ideas he projected onto her.

However his feelings for Chris and Peter had developed after getting know them, making it feel more real.

Ugh. I’m so screwed. Just get over Stilinski. They are happily together, they don’t need some spastic teenager mooning over them.

Deciding the best idea was just to shut his mind down for a bit,Stiles settled down for a nap. He closed his eyes and murmured a small calming spell he’d been practicing. Within minutes he was out like a light.

He slept soundly for a few hours until his magic alerted him that someone was at the door. Eyes snapping open Stiles looked around in confusion, for a second disoriented. He leaped up and looked around, wondering if there was someone already in the apartment. Apparently not because there was a knock at the door, curious as to who it could be Stiles went to investigate.

Only a handful of people knew about this apartment. Stiles checked the peep hole only to find a very grumpy pair of eyebrows looking back at him. Stiles opened the door, figuring Derek was alone, and was surprised to see that Derek had brought some companions along. Frowning at Derek for ruining his hiding place Stiles ushered them in.

He shouldn’t be too surprised Lydia was there or that her lapdogs would follow her. Lapdogs being Jackson and Jordan, named so because they followed her around like puppies and both were doglike supernatural creatures. Stiles had been particularly proud of himself when he came up with that.

“So what brings the mighty Alpha and the Queen of Beacon Hills here this night? Can’t be just to visit little ole me.” Lydia and Derek gave him identical unimpressed looks, Stiles was almost convinced they were related in that moment.

Lydia dropped her purse on the table and sat on the couch, the middle seat so her lapdogs could flank her on both sides. Derek remained standing, staring intently at the teenager. Figuring this was probably were he was going to get an earful Stiles took the recliner. “So what have I done this time? If it’s about the TV I swear that was Kira not me, she totally was alone in that.”

“Stiles this is about the fact that you’ve been pulling away recently. You barely come to pack meetings, you rarely hang out with anyone, seems you spend more time here than at your own house. And now you’ve got Erica so frustrated with you that she taking it out on everyone. So what we want is to know what’s going on? Everyone is worried.” Lydia was always direct, never one to beat around the bush.

“Nothings wrong. I’ve just been working on some things. Ever since the whole witch debacle, I’ve realized my magic and my knowledge on magic is severely lacking. So I’ve been studying. Trying to get better. It takes time though, and a quiet environment. Which the pack doesn’t exactly equate too. And I talked to Erica today, she should be better. There is absolutely nothing to worry about.” Stiles was glad he learned how to lie to werewolves, however he never quite learned how to lie to his more perceptive friends.

Both Lydia and Derek we’re giving him a look that said they saw right past his bullshit.

“Stiles. Does this have anything to do with Peter and Chris? I know Chris asked you to help him with the house. He came to me asking for some things for it. But he said ever since he asked you, you’ve become more distant and listless. Even Peter has said he’s worried, you’ve apparently been avoiding him as well. I don’t know what’s going on but I thought after everything we’ve gone through we were friends. More than friends, my wolf trusts you more than anyone. I know I’m not the best at talking about emotions or whatnot but I thought you would know that you could come to me for anything.” Derek looked hurt and confused.

Stiles didn’t know what to say, he couldn’t just come out and confess his feelings. Lydia apparently had other ideas, “Of course this about them. This idiot has been mooning over them for months. I thought by now you would have came out and told them. Seems I was incorrect. So now instead of being an adult about it you have decided to hide yourself away and mope. Honestly I expected better of you Stiles. What happened to the boy who tirelessly pursued me? If you could put that much effort into the shallow feelings you had for me, how are you not going all out for the two people you honestly love?”

Stiles felt like he had been stabbed in the heart, Lydia was repeating everything he had told himself. He was usually a go getter, but the idea of putting his heart on the line and having the possibility of it being crushed by two of the people he cared about most was too much. He couldn’t bear the idea. He would keep his feelings locked away to maintain the relationships he already had.

“Look it’s nothing guys. A minor crush that will pass in time. I’m not going to ruin my friendship with them over some silly crush. They are grown men, in a happy relationship about to start a new chapter in their lives. They don’t need some spastic kid to mess that up. It would never workout.”

Derek appeared shocked while Lydia looked annoyed, however it was an unlikely source that spoke up.

“Bullshit Stilinski. Your just to chicken shit to try. Their relationship or age is just an excuse your using to protect yourself. I know you. You think if you don’t try then nothing will change, but shit is changing. And it’s mostly you whose doing it, you’re the one changing your relationship with them by pulling away and being distant. It’s you who is going to wreck everything if you keep this up.” Stiles was shocked by Jackson’s speech.

While Jackson and Stiles had always had an antagonistic relationship, things had slightly changed after the whole Kanima debacle. Stiles had been one of the first people to accept Jackson into the pack, never bringing up how he had been used or judging him for his actions. Jackson had appreciated it, toning down his macho facade and actually acting like a normal decent person.

Of course Lydia and Jordan has been a big part in his change as well. Turns out knowing people love you unconditionally really opens your eyes.

Stiles closed his eyes and thought, Jackson was right, hiding wasn’t going to help with anything. Breathing deeply, Stiles nodded. “Okay. You guys are right. Its time to stop running away.”

Lydia looked pleased, standing up she dusted of her skirt grabbed her purse and started towards the door. As if on cue her lapdogs followed. “I expect details once you’ve gone through with it. And Stiles, don’t wait to long. Given enough time you’ll only talk yourself out of it.” And with that she was gone.

Derek had remained frozen where he was, apparently still try to process the information. “Peter and Chris? I mean I guess I see it now that its been pointed out, but still. I wish you could have confided in me, I would have understood. I’ll support you, and if either of them hurt you I’ll personally beat them half to death.”

Derek awkwardly scratched the back of his head, looking at Stiles sheepishly. Stiles laughed and hugged the gruff man, “You know Derek, I think my life would have been easier if you were the one I had fell in love with. But I also think I wouldn’t change us being friends for anything. But thanks, I appreciate everything. You’re a good friend, and a great Alpha.”

Derek hugged the boy back and ruffled his hair affectionately. “It will all work out Stiles, just have faith. Anyway how could they resist you? I mean who wouldn’t be lucky to have you?”

Stiles patted Derek’s back before letting go, “Thanks again Sourwolf. Anyway you should probably go. I’ve got some things to work on and I’m sure you probably have some all important Alpha business to attend to anyway.” Derek seemed to hesitate but eventually nodded. Stiles collapsed into the recliner when Derek left, mentally exhausted.

Apparently his life was about to get a whole lot more complicated.

Chapter Text

Music blasted all around, fueling the bodies dancing around. All in all the party was going great, Stiles spotted the birthday boy in the middle of the dance floor sandwiched between his girlfriends.

With a little convincing Stiles had even got some wolfsbane infused vodka for the wolves. Erica and Cora had both been pleased with his preparations, so much Cora had even graced him a half smile. Stiles was relaxing in one of the booths, sipping on some fruity cocktail he had convinced Derek to buy him. Everything was perfect, his friends were having a great time and Stiles was finally able to relax.

He watched as Lydia, Allison, Malia, and Kira dances together, their faces lit up in joy, just enjoying themselves. Hell even Sourwolf was on the dance floor, Braeden leading him through club dancing. Stiles was content to just watch, he was really only preferred to dance alone.

Scott and Isaac were at the bar chatting with some rando from school, Stiles was pretty sure it was an underclassman. Jackson and Jordan were enjoying their alone time by making out in a booth across from Stiles, which was tempting Stiles to play a prank but he reframed from doing so. Stiles knew Peter and Chris were around somewhere but hadn’t seen them since everyone arrived.

Chris had declared himself chaperone and dragged Peter along as well. Stiles was sure it probably was just an excuse, but who knew, Chris was pretty strict. Stiles was still surprised that he allowed Allison to see both Scott and Isaac, had even had them over for family dinners. Seemed Peter was influencing him to be more laid back.

Stiles was pondering another drink when someone dropped into the booth with him, looking across he was pleased to see Danny.

“Hey you made it. You mentioned you might have plans and wasn’t sure you could. Boyfriend cancel or decide to come along?”

Danny made a face, “Neither. We broke up. Seems like he’s been cheating, with some twink from Baker High. Caught them this morning. Ugh, why can’t I just find a decent guy. Anyway decided to let off some steam and enjoy myself, maybe find someone for a quick rebound.”

Stiles winced in sympathy, Danny seemed to have a run of bad luck with guys lately. “Damn. Sounds rough Danny, but I’m sure you’ll find the right guy eventually. You’re young, hot, and now single, you could have your pick of any guy. Let loose have some fun, that’s what parties are for.”

Danny nodded, waving as he left, heading for the dance floor. Stiles was once again alone, seems everybody was having a good time. Stiles’ attention was drawn to the dance floor where to his surprise he found Chris and Peter dancing, their bodies moving in time with each other and the music. Stiles was captivated by the sight, a longing began deep inside, threatening to choke him.

I need some fresh air.

Stiles downed his drink and got up, heading for the side door. Slipping from the building into the alley Stiles looked around, making sure he was alone, before bracing himself against the wall and sliding to the ground. Taking deep breathes he calmed himself, his anxiety waning with each breath. Minutes passed and Stiles debated about just heading home, no one would miss him, they were all to engrossed in each other.

Sometimes on days like this Stiles felt unbearably lonely, like he was invisible to the entire world. All he wanted was for someone to see him, to want to be beside him. Making up his mind he headed towards his Jeep, he had arrived alone so he wasn’t responsible for getting anyone home, when he noticed a figure approaching him. Deciding to ignore them he proceeded onward, he had just reached his car when a hand gripped his shoulder.

He turned around to find Chris staring at him, obviously worried. “Where are you going? Are you alright? Did something happen?” The questions were rapid fire, causing Stiles to blink and try to process.

“Uh. Yeah everything is fine, nothing happened. I just wasn’t feeling well and decided to go home.” Chris looked concerned but let Stiles go, backing up and staring at him. He seemed about to say something when another figure popped up, no surprise it was Peter.

“Going somewhere darling? The party is still going, seems an awful shame to plan the whole thing then leave halfway through. You haven’t even graced me with a dance, something I can not abide by. Come on now, back inside we go.” Not bothering to wait for a response Peter grabs Stiles and drags him back towards the club.

Stiles doesn’t even bother struggling, knowing it would be useless against the wolf’s strength. Chris follows behind them, somewhat amused by Stiles being manhandled. As soon as they reenter Peter drags him to the middle of the dance floor. Stiles is immediately uncomfortable, with dancing and particularly with dancing with Peter.

“Peter I don’t dance man. Its not my thing, so maybe you just find someone else, okay?” Stiles is nervously twisting his hands, his anxiety showing through. Peter’s face softens, he grips the boy’s hands and pulls him against his chest, bringing the boy’s arms around his neck. He places his own hands around the boy’s waist, and gently start to sway.

“Look your dancing. Nothing to hard, not all dancing has to be gyrating bodies and flying limbs. Sometimes its just a moment between two people, a simple sway of two bodies together.” Stiles smiled at the cheesiness of it, but continued to sway along.

“You know this dance really doesn’t fit this song. I don’t think clubs were really made for slow dancing.”

“Hmm. Well we could always speed things up a little. Try to copy that lovely couple of there. Seems like they mistook the dance floor for their bedroom.” Stiles looked at the couple Peter was talking about and snorted, the girl had her hand down the guys pants and he was busy sucking on her neck. Stiles squinted at them, some seemed vaguely familiar about the couple.

“Holy shit that’s Derek and Braeden! Seems Derek is learning to let loose after all. I can’t wait to use this against him later.” Stiles was now relaxed, Peter’s distraction worked. Eventually the song changed, one with even more bass, and Stiles tried to pull away.

Peter had different ideas however, he kept his grip on Stiles with one hand and made a come here motion to someone over the boy’s shoulder. Stiles just gave him a perplexed look but stayed still. He jumped when he felt another body move behind him, sandwiching him between it and Peter. He glanced over his shoulder to see Chris behind him, the man merely raised an eyebrow and placed his hands over Peters around Stiles’ waist.

“What are you guys doing? If you want to dance together I can move.” Peter made his ‘Are you really this stupid’ face, while Chris ignored him. Slowly Chris began to move them to the beat, pushing Stiles into Peter before pulling him back towards himself. Eventually they had a rhythm built up, Peter and Chris taking the lead while Stiles followed along.

At some point one or both men started the grinding, something Stiles was sure was not supposed to happen to him. In no universe was he supposed to be the guy sandwiched between to hot older men, grinding to some remix of Cardi B. Yet here he was, it was a surreal moment to say the least.

He was startled when a hand slipped under his shirt, caressing over his stomach, causing him to shiver at the touch. The hands kept roaming, their bodies kept rubbing against each other, it was becoming overwhelming for Stiles. He hadn’t been touched so much in a long time, and never in this way.

A moan escaped when Peter slotted a leg between his, the friction against his half hard dick amazing. Suddenly he was spun until Peter was behind him, while Chris was now in front. Chris’s gaze was heavy, eyes half-lidded as he looked at the boy. Stiles, embolden by the look, wrapped his arms around the man’s neck. They stared at each other for a moment, Stiles nervously licking his lips, until they both broke and surged into the kiss.

It was heaven, all the tension that both of them had been holding onto releasing into passion as their lips touched. Chris guided the obviously less experienced man, lips soft but firm, tilting the others head for better access. All the while Peter watched, hands still dancing across the lithe body pressed against his. Deciding to get in on the action Peter began working on Stiles’ neck, determined to leave a mark that would last.

Stiles was a piece of clay beneath their hands, going wherever they moved him, letting them have their way. Eventually Peter deemed it time to go, dragging the boy from the dance floor and out into the parking lot. Stiles, a tiny bit disoriented from the make out session and the groping, was bewildered at the sudden change.

“Where are we going?”

“Home dear boy. Where I can finally have my way with you.” Chris cleared his throat from behind them, “I think you mean we. Or do you plan to leave me out?”

“If you don’t hurry I just might. Now both of you get in the car, Chris you drive.” With that he pushed Stiles into the backseat of Chris’s SUV, following close behind.

As soon as the door was closed Peter was on him, pushing him down into the seat, his body blanketing the boys. He licked into the boy’s mouth, grinding down as he did so. Stiles moaned, beyond turned on at this point, hips thrusting up to meet Peter’s. He barely even registered when the car began moving, to caught up in Peter’s ministrations. Peter eventually moved from his mouth to his neck, mouthing over the bruise he had already made earlier, down his chest.

It was at this point Stiles realized Peter had at some point removed his shirt, something he probably should have noticed earlier. He gasped as Peter’s mouth closed over a nipple, tongue flicking back and forth, each motion causing the boy to squirm. Peter only stopped his torture when the car came to stop, letting the boy up he opened the back door and pulled Stiles out.

Chris was already out and heading to the private elevator at the back of the parking garage. They all managed to keep their hands to themselves in the elevator and soon they were in the apartment. Stiles was certain as soon as the door shut he was going to be devoured, however both men turned to look at him seriously.

“Now’s your chance Stiles, if you want this to continue or to stop you have to let us know. Before we go any further we have to have your consent. I know Peter was a little forceful in the car but we would never do anything you didn’t want. So what do you say Stiles?” They stared at him intently, waiting for his answer.

Stiles was overwhelmed, this was a moment he had dreamed of but never thought would actually happened. But he already knew the answer, he just had to get up his courage.

Looks like fate is in my hands now.

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Stiles gulped, he knew what he wanted, but it wasn’t just sex. Sure that seemed like something he would be very into, but he wanted more, and he needed to know if they felt the same. This was all very nerve racking and anxiety inducing, and Stiles was wishing he had grabbed his shirt from the car. Turns out being half naked makes you feel even more vulnerable than normal.
They were still watching him and waiting, seconds started to feel like hours. Breathing in deeply Stiles tried to center himself, it was something he learned while using magic.
“Ok. I want to have sex with you, like super bad, but I can’t do it if it’s a onetime thing or if it’s just some phase for you guys. I like our relationships now and I don’t want a one night stand to ruin it, but if by some miracle this is more or if you guys even have a smidgen of the same feelings for me that I have for you then I want this to continue. I want the sex, but I also want dates and cuddles, and waking up with you and Sunday morning breakfast. What I’m saying is I want to be with you, both of you, but not just physically.”
Stiles was looking at the ground at this point, too embarrassed and scared to see their reactions. So he was surprised when two pairs of arms embraced him. Peter gently lifted his chin, so they were face to face, his expression was the softest Stiles had ever seen.
“Oh sweet boy. Of course this is more than a fling for us. We’ve loved you for a while now. How could we not? Honestly, we weren’t even hiding it from you. We weren’t saying it directly. Which in retrospect was wrong of us. We just wanted the decision to be yours.”
Stiles is overwhelmed. Peter just told him he loved him, not just him but Chris as well, and they had for a while. Which was honestly blowing his mind. He turned to Chris, wanting a second confirmation, to assure himself that this wasn’t some elaborate joke. Chris leaned forward, eyes locking with Stiles’ to ensure the boy payed attention.
“I’ve been in love with you since that day you stormed into my home smacked the whiskey bottle out of my hand and told me that everything that happened with Victoria and my family wasn’t my fault and that I needed to man up, get sober and ask Peter on a date already. And you were right, I needed to move on and stop wallowing in guilt that wasn’t mine. You made me brave enough to go after a man I’ve loved on and off for decades, you brought happiness to my life.”
Stiles blinked in surprise, the incident Chris was referring to had happened almost two years ago, after Victoria’s death and after the whole Gerard debacle. Stiles was sixteen at the time and had noticed Chris was spiraling, like his father after his mother’s death. He had only told Chris the truth, and what he wished he could have told his father years ago.
Stiles himself had only noticed his feelings within the last year, so he had a hard time believing the man had held feelings for such a long time without saying anything.
“As for me darling, I’ve always liked you. Even as a deranged Alpha I knew you were special. But it was your loyalty and bravery that pulled me even deeper. You were the first to accept me as pack, something that even the rest only grudgingly do. You were cautious of course, it would have been stupid of you not to have been, but you accepted me. Without you I would certainly have become an Omega. And of course you helped Christopher here pull his head out of his ass long enough to see what he was missing.”
Again Stiles had only been doing what he thought was the right thing, he had spent hours debating about Peter. Was everything he did wrong, sure, but was the motivation, right? Stiles tended to be morally grey so he totally got why Peter would go on a revenge killing spree, plus Stiles totally believed Peter was at least half crazy when everything was going down. So after about a month of debating after Peter returned from the dead Stiles had decided to accept the man, treating him as he would anyone. Had he trusted him at first? Of course not, he wasn’t stupid, but he had given Peter a chance to earn his trust.
Stiles had steadily built a friendship with both men over the years, one that was built on mutual respect and trust, one that Stiles never saw becoming anything more. He had accepted that, had pushed for their happiness even when it tore at his own, so to be in this situation was amazing and honestly too much for the teen.
Which is why he started crying, if asked he wouldn’t be able to say for sure if they were happy tears or not, pressing his face into Peter’s chest to muffle his sobs. Both men immediately began trying to comfort him, whispering soft words that made Stiles cry harder. It took a while, but he finally regained his composure, he smiled weakly at the men.
“I’m sorry, I’m just really overwhelmed. Happy, but overwhelmed. This isn’t a dream is it? Some kind of illusion? You two honestly want me?”
Stiles was almost afraid to ask, scared that this was all some sort of dream, that he would wake up any moment all alone.
Peter frowned at him, “Really darling, we are going to have to work on that self-esteem of yours. This is not a dream or illusion. It is very much real. And yes, we want you, in every way possible. That you would doubt it is concerning but we’ll talk about that at a later time. As it is, we should get back to an earlier topic. Now Stiles do you wish to continue what we started earlier, or would you rather wait? Christopher and I have no qualms about takings this slow, properly courting you. While I personally would love to have you right now, it’s all up to you, you will always be worth the wait.”
Stiles couldn’t help the laugh that burst out, here he was red eyed from crying and Peter wanted to know if he still wanted to have sex. He claimed he would wait, but Stiles knew the wolf would do everything he could to persuade him. Once Peter decided he wanted something he tended to go all out for it. Stiles was sure he would respect his decision if Stiles choose to wait, but he also knew the wolf would ramp up the sexual innuendos and the moments of catching him shirtless would probably triple.
Stiles was torn, on one hand he really wanted to have sex with them, had been dreaming of it for a while, but on the other hand he wanted to make sure it was real and that it would last beyond the one night. Plus denying Peter something he really wanted was very tempting to Stiles, pay back for every time Peter denied him information he really wanted or that one-time Peter refused to buy him his eighth cup of coffee.
He smirked at Peter, bringing a finger up to his chin like he was in deep thought. He made a show thinking, making questionable sounds while pretending to balance his choices with his hands. Stiles planned to drag it out for a bit, make the wolf sweat, but Chris had other ideas.
“Baby stop playing. Give us an answer, a simple yes or no.” Chris had wrapped an arm around his waist and said the words directly into his ear, his tone holding no room for argument. The voice of someone in charge and not in the mood to play games.
Stiles adored it, that tone always left him weak in the knees. Stiles shivered but nodded.
The arm around his waist tightened, “Words baby boy. This is something that needs vocal confirmation, do you understand?” Stiles nodded again but cleared his throat, “Yeah. I mean I understand. Yes I would very much like to continue what we were doing earlier.”
“Excellent. Christopher why don’t you go prepare everything in the bedroom while I get our boy back in the mood. All this talk of feelings has dulled the scent of arousal and that is a crime.”
Chris merely rolled his eyes but went to do as he was bid, stopping to give Stiles a lingering kiss before heading out of sight. The kiss all but melted Stiles but as soon as it was over Stiles began feeling nervous, still in disbelief as well as nervous about this being his first time.
God. I’m about to have sex for the first time. With two older, and more experienced men. What if I’m no good? Stiles was now in full panic mode.
He was pulled from his thoughts as Peter dragged him to the couch.
“Whatever you are thinking about, stop. There is nothing to be worried about, Christopher and I will take good care of you baby. Just relax and enjoy yourself. Tonight’s all about you.” Peter had settled them on the couch, with Stiles straddling his lap.
He was gently massaging the boy’s sides, a soothing series of motions meant to calm. Stiles took a deep breath and cleared his head, he wanted this, and they wanted it. There was nothing to worry about, they would take the lead and ensure his pleasure.
Relaxing he smiled at Peter, leaning forward and wrapping his arms around the man’s neck. Peter grinned back, pleased the boy had begun to relax.
They met each other for the kiss, Peter immediately taking the lead, guiding Stiles with soft yet firm movements. The kiss was slow and easy, meant to coax and tease. Stiles concentrated on Peter’s technique, trying to copy what the older man was doing, wanting it to be good for him as well.
Peter chuckled at his overenthusiastic attempts, deciding slow and steady was getting boring he ramped up the pace a little. Stiles suddenly found himself once again under Peter, pushed down into the couch with Peter stretched out above him.
Determined to be an active participant Stiles tugged at Peter’s shirt, if he had to be half naked, he would appreciate if they were as well. Peter amused by his attempts to remove his shirt decided to take pity on the boy and assisted in his goal, lifting up he quickly removed his shirt, tossing it across the room. Stiles made an appreciative sound at the sight making grabby hands at the man, he needed to touch, and he needed it now.
Peter, always willing to give Stiles what he wanted, happily obliged. As soon as the man was in reach Stiles began his exploration, hands moving all around, he paid particular attention to the man’s abs.
To say he was jealous was an understatement, the man’s abs were drool worthy. Peter couldn’t help the smug look on his face as Stiles explored his body, it was one of his points of pride. Even a werewolf needed to work out if they wanted a body like his, and Peter was determined to keep this body for the rest of his life, especially when it pleased both of his mates so much. He was drawn back to reality when the boy tweaked one of his nipples, causing him to groan then growl at the boy.
“Oh you want to play that game, do you?” Peter grabbed both of the boy’s hands, pinning them above his head with one hand as he leaned down and begun sucking along his neck. Licking and nipping his way down he moved toward the boy’s chest, finding his goal he latched on to a nipple. He began sucking, causing Stiles to squirm beneath him, before lightly biting. He was testing what Stiles might like, seeing what would get him going. Peter was however surprised at the reaction he received, Stiles’ moan was deep, and his arousal spiked exponentially.
Apparently, the boy liked some pain with his pleasure. Filing that little tidbit away for future use Peter continued his exploration, moving lower and lower until he reached his goal. Looking up from between Stiles’ legs, Peter was pleased to find the boy flushed and glassy eyed, proving he was doing a good job. He had released the boy’s hands earlier, but they had stayed in the same position, another tidbit for Peter to go over later, clenching around the arm of the sofa.
Maintaining eye contact Peter begins unfastening Stiles’ belt and then pants, slowly pulling them down and off in a flourish. Stiles is immediately embarrassed, but he doesn’t move to cover himself, instead he watches as Peter’s eyes dilate even more as he looks at him. Stiles is decently endowed, definitely nothing to be ashamed of, but he’s had a glance at Chris and Peter before and knows he doesn’t really compare in size. Peter’s hand wraps gently around him, slowly stroking.
Stiles is in heaven; he’s never had another hand on his dick before and honestly, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to go back to masturbating again after this. Peter works him slowly, changing grip and speed to see what gets a reaction out of his boy. Apparently, he liked it loose and slow, a teasing touch.
Peter was just about to go down on his boy when a shout from the other room distracted him, “Are you planning on keeping him to yourself all night or do I get to participate as well?” Peter rolled his eyes at Chris’s question but sprang into action no less. With deft movements he was off Stiles and the couch, then hauling the boy over his shoulder.
Stiles released a squawk of protest at the manhandling. With quick strides Peter made his way through the apartment towards the bedroom, ignoring Stiles’ protests and flailing the entire time. Chris was leaning against the door frame, watching the scene in amusement. When Peter got close enough, he stepped back into the room and gestured towards the bed. With a sarcastic half bow Peter made his way into the room, depositing Stiles onto the bed with a thump.
Stiles fixed himself upright on the bed and glared at the man but was soon distracted by the sight of Chris stripping off his shirt. Chris after abandoning his shirt to the floor immediately began unbuckling his belt, planning to disrobe as quickly as possible. Peter seeing his partner so eager to get a taste of their boy decided to stand by and watch for the moment. Stiles watched enraptured as the man pulled off his pants and then underwear.
To say the man was well endowed would be an understatement, he was just over average length but thicker than normal. Chris chuckled at the boy’s stare, “If you think I’m impressive you should see Peter.”
Stiles gulped and slid a quick glance to the other man, trying to judge the accuracy of that statement even when he was still dressed. He was forced to look away as hand turned his head. “Don’t worry Baby Boy, you’ll get to see it in no time, but right now it’s my turn.”
And with that Chris fastened their mouths together, the kiss was passionate and messy. All tongues and teeth, no finesse or technique, just a sort of desperation. Like neither was sure this wouldn’t be the last kiss.
Chris, deciding to change the pace, gently pushed Stiles into the bed. Quickly he followed, blanketing the younger male. Stiles let out a moan as their cocks slid against each other. Chris continued the kiss, deepening it. Stiles was ensnared, caught up in the motion of Chris’s body. Eventually Chris stopped the kiss, moving slowly downward he hovered above Stiles’ dick, and without warning took him in his mouth. Stiles’ shouted as his back arched upward at the sudden moist warmth surrounding his member.

All coherent thought left as Chris began to suck, the pleasure more intense that Stiles was expecting. Peter watched intently at the scene before him, Stiles was beautiful in his pleasure and Peter wanted nothing more than to be a part of it. So he finished undressing and moved to the bed. Neither occupants noticed, to engrossed in the giving and receiving of pleasure. Chris preened at every sound he drew from the boy, the thought of him being the first to have Stiles like this made him even harder.
He was hyper-focused on his task, which was why he startled slightly when a hand was placed on his shoulder. “I think its time to switch things up a little, Dearest.”
With POP Chris pulled off of Stiles, which immediately had the boy whining in protest. “Wha…no I was so close. Chris please.”
“Hush Baby Boy. Peter just wants to play as well. We can’t leave him out, now can we?”
With that Chris pulled the boy up to his knees, leaving room for Peter to maneuver behind the boy. With all the grace of a born wolf Peter slid in behind the boy, going immediately for his neck. Licking and nipping he added to the already bruised skin, Stiles groaning the entire time.
With Stiles thoroughly distracted Chris reached under the pillow and pulled out a bottle of lube. Determined to see this all the way through he poured a healthy amount unto his fingers, spreading the slightly sticky substance until in coated his fingers completely. With a pointed look at Peter, Chris moved his hand behind Stiles’ cock, searching for the boy’s hole.
Taking the hint Peter grasped Stiles’ length just as Chris began pushing one finger in. Stiles gasped at the odd feeling and sudden intrusion; Peter however began stroking taking his mind off of the odd sensation. Until a year ago Stiles had never considered being with a guy, so he hadn’t explored his body as much as some people would assume he had.
So to say this was foreign feeling to him was an understatement, it was only mildly painful, but the feeling was to odd to ignore completely. It only doubled when Chris began to push in and out, officially beginning the process of fingering Stiles open. Peter, smelling Stiles discomfort, sped up his strokes. All the while he whispered all the things he planned to do to the boy from this moment on, how both he and Chris had high sex drives and the boy would never be left wanting, how they would take turns making him come until he passed out from exhaustion.
Stiles was hanging on to every word, the images dancing behind his eyes, moaning now at every thrust of Chris’s finger and every stroke of Peter’s hand. Eventually one finger became two, which became three, until Chris was sliding in the fourth. Stiles felt full and overwhelmed, he also had a sneaking suspicion that Peter was leeching any pain away.
He was on the cusp of coming when both men stopped their ministrations. He flopped his head forward into Chris’s chest in frustration. “Are you trying to frustrate me to death? Why in the name of everything holy did you stop?”
Stiles a hundred percent knew he was whining and gave no fucks, if one or both of them didn’t finish him off soon he was going to boycott.
Peter chuckled but said nothing, he merely pushed the boy forward until he was on his hands and knees. In this position Peter had a perfect view of Stiles’ ass, white and plump it looked good enough to eat so he did. Leaning forward he placed a quick bite to the right check, causing the boy to squawk in protest, before turning his attention to the boy’s hole, nice and pink and glistening from Chris opening him up. Without much pause Peter dug in, licking and thrusting his tongue into the boy.
Stiles howled at the sudden sensation; he was quickly distracted though as Chris positioned himself in front of the boy. His dick was hard and red, glistening with pre-cum and Stiles wanted nothing more than for it to be in his mouth. He glanced up at Chris, a silent question in his eyes, Chris made a go on gesture and Stiles continued leaning forward. Nervously he wrapped his lips around Chris, the salty taste spurring him on he took more in. He was halfway before he stopped, looking back up at the older man to see his reaction. Chris had his head thrown back and eyes closed, clearly enjoying himself, spurred on by the sight Stiles continued. He tentatively began sucking, trying to copy what he had seen in porn, bobbing his head up and down as he went.

He could only get a little past halfway before gagging so he stuck with what he could comfortably take and stroked the rest with his hand. He was so occupied he almost missed when Peter ceased eating him out and began to position something else at his entrance. He stilled, waiting for Peter to push in, only relaxing when Chris began stroking up and down his back in a soothing gesture.
Peter, not always the most patient of people, pushed in slowly, freezing anytime a sound of discomfort echoed from Stiles’ throat. So slowly it was killing him Peter pushed in inch by inch, when finally he bottomed out he and Stiles both let out a breath of relief. His wolf urged him to continue, to fully claim their mate, but he waited, waited for the scent of arousal to spike again, waited for Stiles to tell him he was ready.
It took him a minute, but Stiles finally adjusted to the feel, he looked back over his shoulder and gave Peter a small nod. Peter taking it for what it was began in earnest. Thrusting in and out he set a fast pace, barely giving Stiles a chance to do anything more than lie there and take it. Stiles was pretty sure he was in heaven, because every time Peter thrust forward he saw little white dots that had to be angels.
Stiles had learned about the prostate in anatomy and on various websites, but none of it had prepared him the feeling of Peter nailing it again and again. Eventually it was to much and he cried out as he came, shaking with the aftershocks he fell forward into Chris’s lap. Chris petted the boy as he shook, wiping the sweaty hair from his forehead. Peter, and his wolf, satisfied that he brought Stiles to completion began to chase his own pleasure.
He sped up he pace, his stokes longer and deeper, and with a shout he came in the boy. He caught himself before collapsing on the boy, gently he pulled out smirking when his cum began dripping out. He looked at Chris, who was still rock hard, and made your turn gesture. Chris shook his head and pointed at Stiles, the boy was sound asleep, which caused both men to chuckle.
“Well I did tell him we would fuck him until he passed out, I was just expecting it to take a few more rounds. Need a hand with that Dear?” Chris rolled his eyes and ignored the other man, getting out of bed he headed for the bathroom, he returned with a wet washcloth and began cleaning the sleeping boy.
After he was sure he was clean Chris positioned him correctly in bed and drew the sheet over him. Peter immediately plastered himself against the boy, Chris merely took the other side of the bed, reaching out to hold both of them. “This is real right Christopher? We finally have him in our bed, and he really belongs to us now right?” Peter’s voice was soft, a wealth of vulnerability held within it.
“Yes Love, its real. And its going to stay like this for as long as we all wish.”

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Stiles woke slowly, his brain fuzzy and his mouth dry. He was also uncomfortably warm, like covered in sweat warm. He tried to sit up but was pinned in place, it took him a second to realize what was holding him down. Arms. Two pairs of arms to be exact.

Holy Shit!! Last night was not a dream! Mayday mayday.

Stiles was on the verge of full-blown panic. He was pulled from his spiral by a bite to his right arm. Affronted he turned to the culprit, Peter gave him a sleepy glare.

“Excuse you! Why did you bite me, you heathen?” Stiles knew he was perilously close to hysteria.

“Oh hush. It was merely a love bite darling. To stop that pretty head of yours from thinking too much. Now stop squirming and lay back down. It’s Sunday and that means sleeping in.” Peter pulled him towards himself and buried his face in the boy’s neck. Stiles huffed at the manhandling but was secretly pleased.

“Will you two be quiet. Some of us are trying to get our beauty sleep.” Chris’s eyes never opened but he had a smirk in place.

“Well Christopher I suppose out of all of us you would need the most sleep. Some of us look good without beauty sleep.”   Peter was rewarded for his remark with a pillow to the face, Stiles couldn’t help but laugh at the astounded look on his face.

Both men turned to look at him, each smiling softly at him.

“What? What’s with the goofy looks?”

“It’s simply good to see you smile and hear you laugh baby boy. It’s been awhile.” Stiles was fairly sure he was blushing head to toe at Chris’s statement. He knew he had been moody lately, but he didn’t think it was that bad. He was interrupted from his thoughts by a loud grumble. He blushed profusely as he realized they both definitely heard his stomach growl.

Chris let out a bark of laughter, Peter merely chuckled. “Well it seems our boy is hungry Christopher, why don’t you go fix something while he and I laze around a little longer. It’s the least you could do for hitting me with that pillow.” With that he pulled Stiles closer to his side and started scenting the boy’s neck, Stiles was a hundred percent sure he was scraping his stubble extra hard on purpose.

Stiles was too busy dealing with the overgrown cuddle-wolf to notice Chris slip out of bed. He was made aware of it when a hand pried him from the big bad wolf’s clutches, he was causally picked up from the bed and made to stand.

He gave Chris a bewildered look, but the man merely handed him a pile of clothes and pointed him to the bathroom. Chris himself was already fully dressed, well in a t-shirt and sweats, and was throwing another pile of clothes at Peter.

“Stiles get a shower and get dressed and meet me in the kitchen when your done, Peter get out of bed you lazy wolf. Help me with breakfast or I won’t make you a poached egg or bacon.”

Peter made a few grumbling complaints before getting up, Stiles just headed to the bathroom pondering if it were as nice as he thought it would be. He was not disappointed when he entered. The room was a clean freaks dream, spotless marbled counters and checkered tiled flooring, but it was the shower that had him drooling. The thing took up half the room and could probably fit five easily, with multiple shower heads, jets, and a rain fall feature it screamed luxury.

Stiles was definitely telling Chris to do the master bathroom in the house as a exact replica of this one.  He set the clothes on the sink and searched for an extra towel and washcloth, which he found easy enough. It took him a few minutes, but he finally figured out all the knobs and got the shower nice and steamy just like he preferred. Halfway through the shower he realized something important, he left the party last night and hadn’t contacted anyone in hours, his dad was probably losing his mind.

Cursing he cut everything off and jumped out of the shower, quickly drying and dressing he ran from the from the bathroom to bedroom. He searched for his pants, but all the clothes seemed to have been picked up and the sheets were gone from the bed as well.

He raced from the bedroom to the kitchen, however he forgot to factor in too big borrowed sweatpants and wood floors don’t mesh well and he tripped on the hem as he slid forward. His chin hit hard, and he was simply happy he hadn’t bit his tongue in the process, he gathered himself up in a sitting position and rubbed at his chin, it was definitely going to end up bruising if it wasn’t already.

“Ow. Ow. Ow. Damn it Stiles you know better than to run, only bad things come from it.”

“Stiles what in the hell happened?” Peter came into view, his face a mask of worry.

Stiles gave him his best puppy eyes and made a pick me up gesture, arms extended out and hands making grabbing motions, hoping the older man would help him up. Instead the man knelt down beside him, carefully he touched Stiles face, moving it this way and that to examine his chin. Apparently he didn’t like what he saw because he began frowning in earnest.

“Your clumsiness is truly astounding darling. Looks like your chin and possibly your jaw line are going to be black and blue for days. Come on now, lets show Christopher before he comes searching for us.”

With that he helped Stiles up and led him to the kitchen. Chris had his back to them, washing dishes it seemed like. However as soon as they entered he turned to look at them, his eyes first going large in surprise then squinted in evaluation of Stiles’ face.

“What happened?” It was a simple question, but there was something behind it, something Stiles couldn’t put a name to.

“I, uh, was running and, uh, slipped on the hem of these sweats and, uh, fell on chin.” Stiles scratched behind his head sheepishly, realizing just how childish his explanation sounded.

“Its fine sweetheart, we’re just worried that you hurt yourself. Your chin is not a pretty sight, but you don’t seem to have any trouble talking or moving it so I’m sure its not as bad as it looks. Does it hurt?” Stiles evaluated his pain level, flexing his jaw as a way to measure Peter’s statement, it stung but wasn’t overtly painful at the moment.

“Hmm, it stings a little right now but that’s all, probably gonna hurt like a bitch tomorrow tough.”

At this point Chris had altered his stance from on alert to casually leaning against the counters, merely watching the conversation between the other two.

“So exactly what had you running anyway baby boy? Excited to see us again?” Stiles was about to come up with a smartass, with a hint of flirt, comment when he actually did remember why he had been running to find them.

“Oh shit! My phone! Have either you seen it? I never let my dad or anyone for that matter know I was leaving last night or that I wouldn’t be home. They’re probably freaking out, at least dad anyway.”

“Oh your phone is on a charger in the living room, I took it out when I started laundry. As for calling anyone I let miss Martin, Derek, and the Sheriff that you had stayed with us last night. They all had called this morning after not being able to get ahold of you, so no worries there. Though if you would like to personally reassure them you are OK I would take no offense.”

Stiles visibly relaxed at Peter’s statement, everyone that would overly worry had been notified, Stiles felt a small pang when he realized he didn’t consider Scott one of those people. But he wasn’t to surprised, their friendship had been declining ever since Scott was bit, while his friendships with the others had only increased. Sighing he tried to push those thoughts away and focus on the situation before him. Peter and Chris were both staring at him, there was a tense aura around both of them, like they were waiting for a punch or something.

Stiles scrunched his eyes at them, absently scratching the back of his head, trying to figure out what their problem was. “What has you two on edge?” He was genuinely confused at what had changed the mood. Peter looked at Chris, silently telling him to answer the boy.

“Well…. When Peter said we told the others you had stayed the night, he may have implied some things and let them know the sleepover had maybe not included just sleeping.” Chris had his “I am so sorry kid” face on, Peter looked a tad embarrassed and a little guilty.

“Oh. Okay. Well nothing to do about it at this point. So don’t worry about it to much I guess.”

Both men raised their eyebrows, the look of shock present on both of their faces. “You’re not upset darling? Or panicking?”

“What? No, should I be?” Peter continued to look perplexed, but Chris look like he had an epiphany. “They already knew you had a crush on us didn’t they? Or something along those lines anyway.”

Stiles couldn’t control his blush, the memory of that conversation with his dad had been mildly traumatizing and he wasn’t about to let them know anything about it. “Uh yeah they all kind of knew I had a thing for you guys, Derek being the last to know surprisingly though. Uh, no one else knows though, well except for Jackass and Jordan but they don’t count, if Lydia knows they know.”

Peter’s face went from worry to glee, his nose twitching as he scented the boy. “So darling if my nephew was the last to know I do wonder who the first was? And what is causing that lovely scent of embarrassment?”

“Nope. Not going to talk about it. And you can’t make me.” Stiles had his arms crossed in defiance, glaring at the older man. Peter was starting to stalk forward when Chris grabbed him, “Not now dear. Tease the boy later, right now its time to eat. Stiles I hope you like breakfast sandwiches. Eggs, cheese, bacon, lettuce, and hash browns on toasted buttered bread.”

Stiles nodded his head enthusiastically and followed Chris into the dining area, where everything had already been set out. Peter reached the table first and pulled out a chair for him, gesturing grandly for the boy to sit. Stiles just snorted at the man’s antics and sat where he was told to. Chris leaned over and began making the sandwich for him as Peter situated himself across from the boy.

“So what do you guys wanna do after breakfast? There’s this new movie on Netflix that’s supposed to be really good. Very action-y I’m told. Or we could go for walk in the preserve, some herbs I need are supposed to start blooming soon and I want to see if any have started early.” When neither answered Stiles trailed off, anxiety clawing up his throat.

I’m an idiot they don’t wanna spend their Sunday off with me watching dumb movies or picking flowers. Last night was probably just a joke, or a mistake and they finally realized they’d be better without me.

Stiles hadn’t realized he was crying until a thumb wiped the tears away, he looked through bleary eyes to find Chris holding his face. “Baby don’t cry. What in the world has you so upset?”

Both men were looking at him in worry and confusion. “I’m sorry I just realized you guys probably already have plans that don’t involve some spastic eighteen year old who is still in high school and lives with his dad and has no idea what he wants to do with his life, who talks to much and makes to many innuendos to be normal in polite conversation, and flails about and falls over a lot, and has crippling anxiety and maybe some other undiagnosed mental issues along with the anxiety and ADHD.”

Even Stiles had to take a breath after the spiel, also to help ease the panic threatening to choke him as he just confessed many of his worries. During his meltdown Peter had come around to stand on his other side, he pulled the chair from the table and kneeled between the boy’s legs making sure to keep eye contact.

“Stiles listen to me, match my breathing. In and out. In and out. Good. Now listen. Both Christopher and I are very aware this is not the typical situation, for any of us. But we personally don’t give a damn, we love each other, and we love you darling. As for the other things we really need to get you in to talk to someone about your self-esteem issues. You are perfect how you are love, and we wouldn’t change anything about you even if we could. Right Christopher?”

“Of course. We love you Stiles. And we would spend any and all day with you if that’s what you wanted.”

Their confessions only made Stiles cry harder, not out of sadness but out of relief. He never thought this day would come, that anyone let alone two, would say they loved him and wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. He reached out and embraced Peter, as he was the closest, and shook in the man’s arms. It took him a few moments, but he regained his composure and sat back up. Both men had been gently rubbing his back, saying comforting words.

“Oh god that was embarrassing. We’ve been together not even a full day and I’ve already ugly cried and voiced my insecurities on you guys. I’m sorry.”

“It’s OK baby. We want you to be able to open up to us. Now how about we finish breakfast and then see what the rest of the day hold for us, OK?”

Stiles nodded at Chris and turned back to his food.

They would take this one step at a time.

Chapter Text

The day was spent in doors. They laid around cuddling watching various movies, and for dinner they made homemade pizza. Turns out Chris was a master chef in Stiles’ own opinion. When eight came around Stiles begrudgingly decided it was time for him to go.

He looked at them sadly as he left, but his heart was warm from their good bye kisses and words of love and promises of next time. He made his way home slowly, basking in his memories of the day.

But he eventually made it home and was slightly relieved to see his dad was in fact not home, there had been a small chance of him being called in even on Sunday when he was normally off. He slowly walked from car to house, stretching his magic out to check the wards in place. They alerted him that someone was in the house, not one but multiple someones.

But they weren’t alarmed so that means they recognized the intruders. He had a good idea on who was on the other side and decided that postponing the situation wasn’t going to help in the long run.

The door was unlocked which was definitely an indication that Scott McCall was one of the people waiting for him. He checked his phone in the entryway, but he had no new messages, so what ever this was they wanted it to be a surprise. He walked into the living room to find his friends scattered about. Some looked tense and others looked confused, and one was red eyed mad.

Stiles sighed and rolled his eyes at Scott, already done with whatever this was. Derek and Lydia immediately came to his side, Jordan and Jackson trailing them.

“So is there a reason you all decided to make yourself at home in someone else’s house without their permission or do werewolves get free passes on such things these days.”

Stiles’ defense mechanisms were sass and snark and it wasn’t going to change anytime soon.

“Where have you been Stiles? You disappeared last night and then we didn’t hear from you all day.”

“Where I been is not really your concern Scott. Considering you didn’t even bother to text or call you obviously weren’t that concerned. In fact I’m willing to bet it wasn’t even you who first noticed I went missing last night or that I wasn’t home all day. My best guess was it was Allison.”

From the look on both of their faces his guess was spot on.

“Look since I had a good day I’m willing to forget this whole thing, the being a shitty friend and the weird ambush in my own house, so would everyone please leave.”

There was a scoffing noise from behind Scott, Stiles raised his eyebrows at Isaac.

“What? You said you had a good day but it looks like you’ve been kicked around to me. So unless your some major masochist it seems hard to believe.”

Isaac shrugged but pointed at Stiles’ face, which of course prompted everyone to look, even those firmly on his side. Derek was the one who spun him around to look at his face closely, upon seeing the bruise clearly his eyes begun to bleed red.

“Which one of them did this Stiles? Wait it doesn’t matter I’ll kill both.”

Frustrated, tired, and missing his new boyfriends Stiles was completely done with everything. But he couldn’t just kick everyone out just yet, Derek and Lydia would start thinking the worst of Peter and Chris. Huffing he pushed Derek off of him.

“Neither slash no one did anything for gods sake. I did it myself in all technicalities, I was running and slipped and fell. Jeez, if I knew it was gonna be such a big deal I would have healed it by now.”

With that said Stiles mumbled a few words and placed his hand against his jaw, a rush of warmth spread along his face, taking away any lingering pain and stiffness. By the looks of the others it was a sight to see, he only stopped when he felt a tug from his magic letting him know it was healed. He flexed it gently and found no pain. He however did find multiple sets of eyes on him.

Lydia spoke up first, “Exactly when did you learn to do that? I thought you were only proficient at warding magic?”

Stiles shrugged. “I started learning healing months ago, after those bruised ribs from that asshole caster’s golem thing. It’s not a big deal, I can only do bruises and minor cuts right now. Nothing too big or I set things on fire. My magic is kind of volatile.”

She looked appeased by his answer but he knew at some point she’d grill him over everything.

“Wait I personally wanna know what or better yet who Derek was talking about killing. What do you guys know that we don’t?”

Erica who’d been lounging in Boyd’s lap finally spoke up. Both Cora and Boyd seemed to be curious as well because they formed their usual triangle of doom, always backing the smaller female when she caught a scent of gossip or weakness. At this point in time Stiles hadn’t thought about telling the others about his feelings or his new relationship.

He knew it would eventually need to be brought up and he wasn’t ashamed or willing to deny it, he just thought he would have more time to work out how to break it to the others. Thinking about it he released the magic around him hiding his scent, which at this point would have mingled with Peter’s and Chris’ perfectly.

He knew that most of the wolves weren’t great with their noses but there was no denying that they all caught the scent. Isaac and Cora looked disgusted, Scott and Malia looked confused, Erica looked delighted, Kira looked thoughtful, and Boyd remained stoic. Even Derek wrinkled his nose in displeasure. Jackson and Jordan snorted but stayed quiet overall.

Only Allison and Lydia didn’t react, them being human and what not.

“Really Stiles? My uncle? And his boyfriend? You couldn’t find someone your own age or something?”

“Oh my god Stiles!! You little minx! I can’t believe you scored with two hot daddy types. Boy you better give me all the details.”

Erica and Cora’s comments overlapped. Upon both statements Allison’s face lost color and she looked faint. Isaac and Scott were immediately at her side, helping her sit. Stiles thought everyone was being a tad over dramatic. Lydia must have to because she whistled loudly to get everyone’s attention.

“Enough theatrics please, we will be mature about this. Stiles is a legal adult and can sleep with whoever he wants, as long as they are also consenting adults. You will not harass him about it and you not hound him for details unless he sees fit to give them to you. Is that understood?”

Lydia delivered that last sentence with a hint of banshee voice, causing many of the wolves to flinch. Stiles sent a silent thank you to her, promising silently to himself to repay her somehow.

“Well now that this is over I would really appreciate if you guys could go so I can get a shower and go to sleep.”

Stiles without waiting for a reply he headed upstairs, wishing them a good night as he went. With a pull and tug on his magic he set the wards against them, causing many yelps as the magic all but pushed them to the door and out. When his wards told him they were all gone he relaxed into his desk chair, breathing slowly to keep the panic at bay.

He knew it wasn’t going to be as simple as it seemed, that eventually those against his relationship would get him cornered and demand answers or worse demand he break things off with Chris and Peter. He groaned as he pulled out his phone, typing in a quick heads up message to both of them and letting them know he was pretty sure someone was going to wind up on their doorstep with questions.

Chris replied first, saying Allison had already been calling and was on the way home for answers. Peter chimed in saying Malia was texting him as well, something about Stiles smelling like him and sex and being confused. The thought of Malia trying to puzzle through pieces was hilarious to him. He loved her but she could be dense sometimes.

He texted them he was going to bed and he would talk to them the next day. They texted their good nights and promised to tell him how everything went in the morning. He laid his phone down and went to take a shower. Afterward he laid in bed and murmured a calming spell, one of his favorites by far, and slowly drifted to sleep.

Stiles woke with a start from a nightmare.

He grabbed his chest, like he could physically stop his heart from beating from his chest. He heard a commotion from down the hall, what sounded like something falling and cursing. He then heard footsteps and finally his door burst open, his father standing there with a baseball bat.

“What’s wrong? Is something here?” John looked around the room for the possible monster that was attacking his son. When he saw nothing he lowered the bat. “You okay kiddo? I heard some thrashing and a scream.”

Stiles nodded, “Yeah I’m fine. Just a nightmare I guess.” John walked over to the bed and sat. “Well do wanna talk about it? It’s been awhile since you’ve had one.”

Stiles shook his head, then let it fall forward onto his father’s shoulder. “I honestly don’t remember much. Just running and being scared out of my mind. So normal weekend in Beacon Hills these days.”

Stiles forced himself to chuckle. It was true, he didn’t remember much but something felt off, his magic was fluctuating wildly like there was danger near, but his wards were intact. John ruffled Stiles’ hair, apparently content with the boy’s answer.

“Well it’s six now so we might as well get up for the day. What do you say we have some breakfast?” Stiles looked up hopefully, “Pancakes?” John chuckled as he stood up, “Yes we can have pancakes. I’ll make them while you take a shower and get ready. You’re all sweaty.”

With that he headed downstairs, humming some tune. Stiles did as he was told, picking clothes out for the day then heading to the bathroom. His shower was quick, mainly just a rinsing. He wondered if Chris and Peter were awake yet, he knew Chris preferred to wake up early.

Not really giving it much thought he sent the man a quick text asking if he was awake yet. What he wasn’t expecting was for the man to call him, he let the phone ring twice before answering.

“Good morning sweetheart. What has you up this early?”

“Uh I actually had a pretty bad nightmare, woke dad up and everything. So we just decided to stay up and have breakfast. I’m getting pancakes so it was almost worth waking up in terror. Do you actually get up this early on purpose?”

“A nightmare huh? Anything specific about it? Anything you want to talk about? I’m sure the pancakes will be worth it. And yes, I get up this early on purpose, most days at five to be exact. Early bird and what not. Peter won’t be up until nine at the earliest. So if you plan to talk to him I would wait until around lunch.”

“I actually don’t remember much other than being terrified so nothing really to tell. Wow you must be an old man to willing get up at five in the morning every day. I’ll text him later today.”

“Hmm OK well let me know if they continue, might be a sign of some sort. As for being an old man, both of us know that’s not true, I’m not even considered middle aged yet. It’s decades of training that has me up this early. Now on the subject of Peter, I have great news. The house is finally finished. All that’s left is the furnishing but that can be done later with Peter’s oversight since he’s so picky. So are you free after school today? To check it out and finish the wardings?”

“Oh damn that’s awesome and so quick. Yeah, I’ll meet you there after school. Anyway, I think my dad is calling me down for breakfast so I should go. See you later?”

“Okay sweetheart I’ll see you this afternoon. Have a good day. And Stiles? I love you.”

Stiles paused surprised by the words, gulping back a mixture of feelings he quietly murmured, “I love you too.”

With a set of last goodbyes, they hung up. Stiles sighed heavily, Already saying I love you huh Stilinski. Your totally whipped already.

Not wanting to keep his dad waiting much longer he finished getting dressed and headed downstairs. His dad already had the table set and was plating the food.

“So who were you on the phone with so early?” His dad didn’t look up from what he was doing but Stiles knew that tone, he was in interrogation mode, thankfully father mode and not cop.

“Uh Chris actually. I’m meeting with him after school to finish the warding. The house is finally finished.”

His father turned around and sat a plate piled with pancakes before him and then sat with his own. “Hmm. I see. So, you do realize we are going to talk about yesterday correct?”

“I mean I was hoping we wouldn’t, but I can see that’s not happening.”

“Well tough luck kid. So, we will start off simple. I know your eighteen and an adult, but I would appreciate a phone call before you go traversing around town without letting anyone know where you’re headed. Luckily miss Martin is so astute and called me to let me know where you most likely were. Also, please for the love of God never let Hale answer your phone again, I don’t need to know

everything that may or may not occur within your relationship. Which brings me to my next point is this an actual relationship for everyone involved or some fling? I just want to know because I don’t want to see you get hurt son. I know we’ve had a discussion about your feeling before, so I won’t bring that up again but how about theirs?”

Stiles drummed his fingers nervously the entire time his dad was speaking, preparing for the worst. When it didn’t occur, he relaxed a enough to slouch back int his seat.

“Yeah, I totally agree with the giving you a heads-up next time, it was kind of spur of the moment anyway so that’s why I didn’t text. I will definitely limit Peter answering my phone, I still can’t believe he did that to you of all people. Yes please lets never relive that moment. Anyway we’re all a hundred percent on board with this. Like impossibly on board.”

John seemed to contemplate his words, and after a few minutes of silence he nodded. “OK Stiles I believe you, but if anything were to change talk to me. While as a father in general I don’t want to know the details of my kids sex life. I know this relationship you're in is unusual and you may have questions, ones maybe I can’t answer personally but I will do my best to be there for you.”

With that said he began eating, leaving Stiles half embarrassed half choked up from his father’s sincerity.

“Thanks pops. I be sure to keep that in mind going forward.”

Chapter Text

Stiles was, as usual, barely on time for school. Luckily his first period was a free one, so he just headed for the library. He spent his hour going over the last few details of his warding.

He wanted to change some runes to encompass more situations, like to prevent water damage as well as fire damage. The runes would be anchors for his magic, a physical form for something so intangible. He was finishing up when the bell rang, signaling the end of first period.

Knowing his respite from his friends was at an end he trudged to his next class. Sitting he immediately felt eyes upon him, he decidedly ignored them for once focusing on what his teacher was saying. He was halfway through class when the first text came through, then in quick succession three more came.

Figuring it was Scott whose eyes were boring holes into his head he ignored them. It took what he figured was eight more before he glanced at his phone. Apparently they had added him to a group chat, many of them were Scott and Allison demanding an explanation. One was Erica just sending the eggplant emoji and a question mark followed by the letters P and C.

Which almost got him caught from his teacher trying to hide his snort of laughter. He decided against replying and merely turned his phone off so the buzzing would quit distracting him. He finished the next two classes like that, ignoring his friends in favor of paying attention to the teacher’s lectures.

However lunchtime hit and he was left in a pickle, he could hide out or face the music. Praying Lydia was there to help out he sauntered to the lunchroom, grabbing the day’s subpar option of the day, what looked to be a cheeseburger and waffle fries. Looking around he found his friends already seated at their usual table, Lydia thankfully being there as well as saving a spot between her and Jackson.

He slid into it and immediately was hounded by questions from all sides. Lydia whistled sharply, cutting through their noise.

“I thought I made it clear last night that you guys were not to hound Stiles. If you can not behave I’m sure a can help him with a silencing spell of some sort, right Stiles?”

Stiles beamed at her nodding enthusiastically in confirmation. With that said they all fell silent, some more grudgingly than others.

“Good. Now Stiles tell me how was your evening with Chris and Peter? I assume all the silly keeping your feelings to yourself nonsense is over?”

Stiles sighed, he knew she would want some answers he just didn’t think it would be so public, but he also knew she did everything with a purpose, from what she said to how she said it.

“Our evening was great, thank you for asking. We watched TV all day and Chris prepared some amazing food, would highly recommend. And yes, all feelings and such are out in the open. From all sides I might add.” Lydia merely beamed at him, clearly pleased with his answer.

“Well good. Pining is never a good look for anyone, especially you sweetie. Now what are your plans for after school? I was thinking of a trip to the mall. You’ll need nicer clothes for any future date nights.”

Stiles stuck his tongue out at her at the last comment. There was absolutely nothing wrong with his clothing choice. Though maybe a new button-up wouldn’t hurt, he mused thoughtfully.

“Actually I have plans with Chris after school. He says I can finish the warding today. Before he does the big reveal to Peter and lets him loose to do the furnishing.”

Allison’s face got tight at the mention of her father, Scott and Isaac both put reassuring hands on her.

“Ok this is bullshit. Why does miss perfect get to dictate things and ask questions? Huh? I’m just as much of a friend to you Stiles as she is. So why the silent treatment?”

Erica’s expression held hurt and it made Stiles heart twinge. “Look I love you all, you’re my best friends and my pack. But this whole situation is new and not everyone is happy with it, obviously, but I need time for it to be real. And I get you guys have questions, but I’m just not ready to answer them, mainly because I don’t think any I can give you right now would be enough.”

Kira was the one who finally spoke up. “Stiles I for one will support you no matter what. I know I’m the newest and don’t have some of the same history as you guys, but I’ve seen you around Peter and Chris, you’re happier, more animated, yes even for you. So I think whatever this is for you, should be respected. Maybe I’m a little biased, considering the age gap between my parents, but love should know no barriers if all are consenting.”

Stiles stood up and walked to Kira, wrapping her tiny frame in a big bear hug. She patted his back before hugging back, whispering softly to him that he had this, and he just needed to believe in himself. He sat her down almost reluctantly. Finding courage from her, he turned to Allison.

“Look I get your unhappy, I remember how you ranted the night Chris told you he and Peter were an item. But I love him, and Peter, and they love me. Don’t want to hurt you or anyone else, but this means something to me. I’m not doing this on some half-cocked whim. I’ve been debating for a year now about my feelings, I was happy to ignore them forever. But shit happened and here we are. So I’m not asking for forgiveness, and I’m not asking for permission. I’m just stating the truth as best as I can.”

With that Stiles grabbed his tray and walked away from his friends, he had said and heard everything he needed. The day finished in a blur. He was finally able to turn his phone on and not be bombarded with texts. They had died down after lunch, though Erica had texted him separately saying that she, Boyd, and even Cora, no matter how disgusted she was at the idea, would have his back.

Throuples gotta stick together batman ;) - Catwoman.

Stiles smiled at her last message before hoping into his jeep and heading towards the preserve. He hadn’t text Chris, but he figured the man would be there, he did send Peter a quick text asking about his day. Peter had yet to respond so Stiles figured he was busy.

Most likely doing something designed by Chris to keep the man busy from snooping around to much. How Chris had kept buying and remodeling an entire house a secret was something he would never understand.

He realized he was almost there and slowed down, there was a sharp curve right before the driveway, and after the last curve finally pulled into driveway. The house was a sight to see, modern and sleek it screamed money. Though only one story in size the house had five bedrooms, two which would become offices Chris had told Stiles, three full baths plus a half for visiting guests, a completely open concept for the living, dining, and kitchen area.

All in all Chris was spoiling Peter with his very own dream home, one, with thanks to a high-class alarm and sprinkler system and some magic from Stiles, would never end up like his family’s old home.

Stiles was correct in his assumption that Chris would be there, the man was halfway to Stiles when he pulled in behind the man’s SUV. Chris opened the door as soon as Stiles shifted into park, pulling the younger man from the car with ease.

He pulled him into a crushing embrace, like it had been weeks since he saw him instead of just one day. Then he brought their lips together in a slow kiss, taking his time with it. He pulled away when he was satisfied, Stiles was left reeling.

“Good to see you too big guy. That has to be the best hello I’ve ever had.” Chris merely chuckled and pulled Stiles toward the house.

“After you finish up the warding I have a surprise for you. I think you’ll enjoy it.” Stiles made a questioning sound as they entered the front door, but quickly forgot as he took in the finished product. Last time he had been here everything had been a mess of loose floors and unpainted walls. Now, now it was finished, and it was beautiful, and Peter was going to be so happy he might actually cry.

Which if it did happen Stiles was totally going to record.

There were hardwood throughout, a nice dark gray that complimented the light grays and blues that walls were painted very well. The living room was towards the back right side of the house, floor to ceiling windows gave a great view of the preserve.

The walls not taken up by windows held bookshelves, which would easily hold all of their collections plus some. The kitchen was to the left, almost as large as the living room, and it held state of the art appliances from brand names Stiles had never even heard of. He knew the space between the two areas would be their formal dining area, for pack nights and what not.

All in all Stiles was beyond impressed, but he also knew he had a lot of work to do with all this space.

“Ok I’ll need to carve the anchoring runes into or above all possible entrances, but luckily I carved the support runes in the plywood when the walls were still bare, so you won’t just have random runes everywhere.”

Chris nodded his understanding, guiding the boy to all the possible entrances and exits to the house, even the secret one in the basement, after that they returned to the front door where Stiles carved the last few runes.

“OK now here comes the hard part. This could take a few hours so if you have anything to do I would do it now. When I start I won’t be able to be awakened until I’m done. So don’t be too concerned if I don’t respond.”

“Anything you need for when you come out of your trance?”

“Water. And lots of it if possible.”

Chris nodded but stepped back as Stiles begun the ritual. It was simple enough, he would sacrifice some blood to the main rune at the front door, tying his magic into it.

Then from there he would connect each rune back to the main one with his magic. It was mostly time consuming than anything else. He pricked his finger with a knife he had brought and pressed it into the rune, mouthing the beginnings of the spell he had created. After that he settled into crisscross position on the floor and began the trance.

He weaved from rune to rune, applying extra magic in certain areas until he lost all sense of reality. It was calming, the back and forth motions he was creating. His magic sang in his ears, happy to be of use. He wasn’t sure how long it took but eventually he reached the last rune, weaving it from the back of the house back to the front.

As he finished he plucked on all the strings, ensuring himself the were all secure before finally cutting himself from his tapestry. It was like cutting the string of a puppet, one moment he was sitting upright the next he was splayed out on the ground.

He distantly heard a shout of some kind but was honestly to tired to pay much attention to it. He know he faded in and out for a moment, the darkness filling his vision over and over. Until in a second Chris’s face filled his sight, the man’s face a mask of concern.

“Mmmm, don’t look so worried big guy. I’m A-OK, just needed a little power nap. House was a little bigger than I expected I guess. Now I distantly remember something about needing some water. Cause if you got some I could definitely use it.”

Chris hauled the boy into his arms and headed towards the back of the house. They entered the last room to the left, the master bedroom. While the rest of the house was devoid of furniture the bedroom was not, settled against the left wall was the largest bed Stiles had ever seen. It would definitely hold all three of them comfortably.

The room’s lights had been set low, a table and two chairs had been set out, a picnic basket placed on top of the white cloth. Stiles’ heart melted, this was probably the surprise Chris had for him, a romantic picnic. Chris gently settles him against the headboard before grabbing a glass from the table and heading through an open door on the right, the bathroom Stiles assumes.

It takes a minute but Chris returns with glass, Stiles eagerly takes it from him, his mouth felt as dry as a desert at this point. He was four glasses in before he was good, he thanked Chris profusely for each glass.

“How do you feel baby? You were out for nearly four hours; I called your dad letting him know you wouldn’t be home for awhile around the third hour.”

“I’m good, besides being parched and mildly hungry everything is great. I usually lose energy right after the spell, but I tend to get it back quickly enough. So are we still having a picnic? Cause I could go for some food.”

Chris still seemed mildly concerned but he nodded, he helped Stiles from the bed to the table.

“I realized we did things a little backward Saturday. So I thought we would have a nice dinner date. Peter would be here, but he actually got called away on some business this morning. He pouted the whole time but said he would make it up to you later. He wants to wine and dine you next weekend, something along the lines of spoiling you until you knew there was no one in the world better than him for you. I was only mildly annoyed that I wasn’t considered.”

Stiles laughed, that sounded exactly like something Peter would say.

“Well I guess you only option is to beat him to it.” The smile on Chris’s face was breathtaking, Stiles wanted to keep it there forever if he could.

Chris positioned his chair next to Stiles’, they were so close their legs brushed against each other.

“So what would like to eat first baby boy? I’ve got fruits, tapas, or some crackers. Various cheeses, almonds, and chocolate covered strawberries.”

Stiles made a you pick gesture and Chris complied. He fed the boy some grapes before moving onto the tapas, some cheese and crackers, then back to fruit. He hand fed Stiles everything, to the boy’s mild embarrassment.

It was all innocent until they got to the chocolate strawberries, a favorite of Stiles’, were Stiles while chasing the taste chocolate accidentally drew Chris’s finger into his mouth. He was about to apologize when he saw the man’s eyes, they had become dark and heavy lidded.

The man leaned forward and captured the younger man’s lips with his own. The kiss was nothing like the hello kiss Stiles had received earlier, it held want and desire. Stiles whined as the kiss deepened, Chris roughly demanding access, their tongues dancing together.

Stiles slipped his arms around the older man’s shoulders, desperate to get as close as possible. From one moment to the next he went from his own chair to Chris’s lap, the man gripping his ass like his life depended on it. Then with out warning they were moving, Stiles breaking the kiss to squeak in alarm at the sudden movement, Chris heading straight for the bed.

He placed the boy down at the edge gently, stepping back to get a good view. The boy was flushed, lips swollen and chest heaving, his pants clearly tented from his arousal.

Chris wanted to keep that flush there for as long as possible, so while keeping eye contact he slowly began to strip. He grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled, the garment carelessly tossed to the side, before slowly undoing his belt. He watched with interest as the boys breath caught for a second as he fished pulling it out, his eyes tracking it for a moment as Chris tossed it to the side.

His eyes quickly snapped back as Chris begun to unbutton his jeans. The man wasted no time, popping the button and unzipping the zipper, he pulled his jean and boxers down in one go. Stiles’ breath hitched as he watched Chris, he whined slightly as the man’s dick slapped against his stomach, an angry red from the man’s arousal.

Stiles waited for the man to proceed, but Chris stayed still just staring at him. Stiles began to fidget nervously, not sure what he was supposed to do in this situation. Thinking maybe he should take action he began undressing himself, he figured he might as well even the playing field.

He had his shirts off and was just beginning on his jeans when he looked back at Chris. The man had a hard look in his eyes, one that had Stiles confused and flustered. A moment of realization hit him; one he would have to look into later. He dropped his hands to the side and looked up at Chris helplessly.

Shyly he murmured, “Help me, please.” That was all it took, Chris sprang into action again, quickly helping the teen fully undress.

He helped Stiles inch further back onto the bed, before blanketing his body with his own. Chris quickly set to work making Stiles feel good, he gently grasped the teens cock and began stroking. He set a slow tortuous pace, working the boy until he was mewling mess.

Only then did he speed up his pace, living for the moans and breathy sighs he was pulling from the boy. Stiles came embarrassingly fast; he hid his face in Chris’s neck as he shuddered through it. Chris continued to stroke him through his orgasm, extending it as long as possible.

“You relaxed now baby boy?” He murmured against Stiles’ ear, his lips softly brushing against the shell of his ear, causing him to shudder slightly.

Stiles, for once speechless, merely nodded. Chris beamed at him, before manhandling him onto his side. “Good. Because now I can give you your real surprise.” Stiles made a questioning sound, one that faded into a squeak as he felt Chris nudge his hole with a single digit.

He heard a soft chuckle before the sound of a lid being snapped open caught his attention. He jumped as cold liquid spread down his ass, but Chris had him wrapped in one arm keeping him from moving too far. Chris wasted no time, he poured the lube generously along the boy’s crack, using his free hand to scoop the excess onto his fingers.

Once he felt there was enough he slowly began to work the boy open, a finger at a time. He drew the entire process out, making sure Stiles was nice and loose before adding the next one and then repeating until he got up to four. Stiles was hard and leaking by the time the man dubbed him stretched enough.

He had been babbling incoherently for a few minutes by then, begging Chris to fuck him already. But Chris has other plans so he let the boy beg and continued his slow process until he was satisfied. With the stretching done he quickly lubed his cock and positioned himself against Stiles’ hole.

With agonizing slowness he pushed in, the initial penetration causing Stiles to whimper. Stiles thought for sure the man would speed up, fuck him like Peter had, oh but how he was wrong. Chris’s pace was slow and steady, slow thrusts meant to be felt. Stiles was shuddering within minutes, his nerve endings alight with slow burning pleasure.

Stiles realized this must be the slow love making that he’d heard about, no rush just being in the moment with other person, body against body. He had no control over the whimpers and moans that left him, nor would he if he could, for every cry had Chris whispering how lovely he was, how perfect, how his body was made for this.

Stiles could feel his orgasm building, but surprisingly he felt no need to chase it, leaving his pleasure in Chris’s hands. Chris must have been close as well for his pace went from steady to erratic, the change left Stiles breathless at first.

The build up was eventually to much and Stiles came with a breathless moan, his body quivering in aftershocks, which was enough to send Chris over the edge as well. They both lay panting in silence for a few moments, Chris absently stroking Stiles’ side. Chris carefully pulled out; Stiles whined at the sudden change.

Chris carefully gathered the teen in his arms, lips caressing every inch he could reach. He reached the boy’s lips last, the kiss was gentle and sweet, causing Stiles to hum in contentment. Stiles began playing with man’s hair, gently scraping his scalp as he ran his fingers through the short strands.

This made Chris smile, usually he was the one offering physical affection after sex, but Stiles wasn’t Peter so he shouldn’t be surprised.

“How are you feeling baby?” Stiles merely smiled, to blissed out to talk at that moment. Chris chuckled, deciding to just enjoy the moment.

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Both nodded off, waking to the to loud sound of a phone ringing. Chris woke with a start, surprised he fell asleep in the first place, looking around for the source of the ringing. Leaving Stiles in the bed he climbed out and headed towards his jeans, where his cell phone was ringing. Glancing at the caller ID he answered quickly. “Hello? Christopher Argent speaking.”

“Hello Mr. Argent, my name Alexa Wilde, I’m calling on the behalf of a Mr. Peter Hale. I don’t mean to alarm you, but Mr. Hale has been in an accident. Everyone involved is fine, but Mr. Hale has been detained for questioning. As his lawyer he asked me to inform you, and through you a Mr. Stiles Stilinski, of everything that is going on. As of now the incident is being investigated by the San Francisco police. Mr. Hale told me to specifically state the incident involved some old colleagues of yours, though he also told me he didn’t have a clue who they were personally. I don’t think this will go to court, especially as Mr. Hale has stated he is willing to pay any fines or damages occurred on his end. Well I’ll let you get back to your evening Mr. Argent. If you have any questions please feel free to contact me at this number. I have no doubt Mr. Hale will be able to contact you himself in no time though. Goodbye Mr. Argent.”

And with that the phone goes silent. Chris stares at it for a moment, a little dazed at what just occurred. He’s snapped out of it by a pair of arms circling his waist. “Is everything ok?”

The voice is soft and sleepy, but there is a hidden anxiety beneath it. Chris turns around, gathering the boy in his arms. “I think so. That was a lawyer. Apparently Peter had a incident with some hunters. Caused some sort of accident. He’s fine though. Being questioned by the police as we speak. I’m sure he has some elaborate lie in place about what happened. He’ll call when he can.”

Chris felt Stiles tense up, going from relaxed to alert in seconds. The boy pulled back and stared at him accusingly. “You heard all that and didn’t ask a single question?” Chris wanted to look ashamed, but his brain was only focusing how cute Stiles looked mad.

“I’m sorry baby. I would but I didn’t really have a chance. The lawyer told me what she wanted to and then hung up. She hinted we should wait on Peter to contact us before doing anything. Don’t worry Peter is more than capable of handling himself. If he wanted help he would have got the message through to us. Like how he let us know it was hunters and not just some random accident.”

Stiles still looked skeptical but nodded his agreement. Already Chris could see the gears turning inside his head, probably working on a plan if something disastrous happened. “Look why don’t we get cleaned up while we wait. It will probably be at least another hour before we hear anything.”

“Yeah. Ok. That sounds good. I’m kind of sticky anyway.” Stiles wrinkled his nose at his condition, Chris merely chuckled while herding him towards the bathroom. Chris cleaned them both in an efficient manner, not allowing himself to linger. Once they were cleaned Chris pulled out some extra clothes he had stashed, he gave some of Peter’s to Stiles to wear, their sizes were closer. Once they were dressed Chris suggested they head to the apartment, since the house had no furnishings besides the bed.

Stiles agreed and they made their way there in Chris’s SUV, leaving the jeep behind for now. Stiles fidgeted the whole way there, worry written across his face. However any chance of waiting for Peter’s call in peace was ruined when they opened the door to Allison waiting in the living room. She was alone from what Chris could tell, no obvious werewolf boyfriends in sight. Her face went from calm to anger when she noticed Stiles though, like she hadn’t expected Chris to bring the boy to their home.

“Really dad? Its bad enough you let Hale live here now you’re bringing your boy toy here as well? I really can not believe this. It was bad enough with Peter, he killed Kate and you still got together, but now Stiles a friend of mine and someone my age? Like is this some kind of midlife crisis or are you purposely trying to make me look bad? What will happen to our name if this gets out? You built up a reputation and now you’re going to throw it all away. Over some twink and homicidal maniac. Mom would be so ashamed if she were still alive. Not that you care. She’s gone, so you can run around with who you like huh? Do you even care about how this makes me feel or what it does to me personally?”

Allison finally lost steam, her anger peaking before fizzling out. She slumped into the nearest chair and just glared at them. Chris didn’t know what to say, he was caught between a rock and a hard place. He was exasperated with his daughter, he thought they had talked this through already but apparently she had only been pretending to be understanding these last few days. He wouldn’t deny his feelings for either Peter or Stiles, but he needed to say something. However the words wouldn’t come out. He gulped, for once in his life he felt small and unconfident. Apparently Stiles sensed his unease and grasped his hand, a steadying presence by his side. Taking a deep breath he leveled a stern look at his only child, continuing to grasp his lover’s hand, he watched without guilt as she seemed to wilt under his stare.

“Look Ally I know that my relationships aren’t conventional, especially coming from a strict family of hunters, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t valid. Nothing matters except my feelings, and the love I feel for them both. And I know you are having a hard time, but all I ask is for you to accept and understand that. Please, Allison just give it time, I am sure you will come around. And not to be that guy, but you can’t really talk about unusual relationships as you are currently dating two teen wolves.”

Chris tried to come off as sincere as possible but leaned towards playful at the end. He knew his daughter better than anyone after all, he knew she burned hot then tended to fizzle out rather quickly and listen to reason after she burnt out. Allison looked at him critically, a smile fighting to stay hid, and sighed in defeat. “You make a good point; I can’t really say much on the having two boyfriends thing. You really make things difficult, you know that, can’t even be mad at you properly.”

With that she threw herself at him, wrapping him a bear hug. The force knocked him back a step, but he held on to Stiles’ hand as he wrapped his other around his daughter’s waist. Stiles smiled at the two of them, giving Chris a wink when the older man looked his way. Allison released her father after a moment.

“So where’s Peter? I thought you all were going to be here.” “He’s currently being detained by the San Francisco police. We came here to wait for him to call us. He had business out of town and has seemed to have run into some trouble with some hunters on the way.” Allison’s eyes grew large at Chris’s statement. “Wow. Is he ok? Do you know anything more than that?” Both men shook their heads, “Not really. We received a call from a lawyer on behalf of Peter but she could only give us so many details. So that’s why we came here, to wait for Peter to call.”

Allison nodded her understanding, “Well I’m sure it will be alright. Peters good in sticky situations, so I’m sure he’s working his way out of things as we speak. Well I’m gonna head out now. Scott and Isaac are waiting for me. Love you Dad. Bye Stiles.” And with that she was out the door. Stiles smirked at Chris’s annoyed look, “At least she’s not mad at us anymore.”

Chris merely rolled his eyes at the younger man before grabbing his hand and pulling him to the loveseat. They settled in next to each other, the silence steady as they waited to hear from Peter. Chris figured Stiles would be to anxious to want to watch or do anything. Stiles was perfectly content to wait in silence as he stewed in his worry. Thirty minutes passed before the phone rang, this time it was Stiles’. He quickly pulled it out and sighed deeply when he saw it was Peter calling.

He immediately answered and put the phone on speaker, “Peter! Are you okay? Do we need to come get you?”

“Breathe for me darling. No need to be so worried, I’m perfectly fine. And no you don’t need to come pick me up. I already have a flight booked for tomorrow morning. I’ll be back by lunch tomorrow. As for the situation that occurred it seems some rogue hunters recognized me and decided to take action. Luckily we were in a more populated area and their little chase and crash routine was noticed. So now their facing criminal charges while I had a lovely chat with San Francisco’s chief of police. Everything has been worked out and I even managed to still finish the business I had in the city. Now how was your evening my dear? Did you enjoy your surprise from Christopher?”

Stiles sighed in relief, his worry melting away. “I’m glad you’re okay. As for my evening it was great, Chris really knows how to woo a man. You definitely have some competition in the most suave and romantic categories.”

“Well I’ll just have to up my game now won’t I darling. Prepared to be swept off your feet this Saturday, then we will see who is the most romantic.” Both Chris and Stiles chuckled, knowing that now that Peter had been challenged that his antics were going to increase tenfold.

“Alright, I’ll prepare myself accordingly. But I think you’ll have some trouble, Chris really is a big romantic.” Peter made a offended scoffing sound before replying, “Christopher may be a romantic but no one can compete with my romantic flair. Anyway I must be going now my darlings. My flight is early and I need my beauty sleep. Goodnight my loves.”

They all said their goodbyes before hanging. Stile looked to Chris, grinning a touch mischievously. “So when do you plan to show him the house? Because I think that will definitely win you most romantic.”

“Well I was thinking Wednesday, but I kind of want to see what he comes up with first before pulling out a trump card. So maybe we push the unveiling until after this weekend. What do you think?” “I think that’s a great idea. Now how about some TV and cuddles. I’m still super exhausted.” “That sounds perfect to me baby boy.”

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Stiles knew it was coming but he still dreaded the moment. He found himself on his computer hesitating, wondering if for once he should just let somethings go. But this had been nagging him since Monday since his evening with Chris. There had been that moment when they were undressing, or trying to in Stiles’ case, when Chris had gone odd. It wasn’t the first time either, there had been other small incidents, with both Peter and Chris, that had gone over Stiles’ head.

But he was beginning to put the pieces together and he wasn’t sure what to make of what he was learning. So that’s why he was sitting at his computer hesitating on a Friday night, instead of being out with his friends or hanging with his boyfriends.

Man up Stilinski, its just a little research. Nothing bad is going to happen.

So he began his search, he was three hours in when his phone distracted him from the hole he had fallen into. He looked to see who was calling so late, well six pm wasn’t to late but he still wasn’t expecting a call, to see that it was Derek. “Yo big man what’s up?”

“Stiles where are you right now?”

“I’m at home why?”

“Because we found a second witch, and she’s demanding to speak with our Spark, whatever that means, and when we asked her she said the one with the greatest magic. So that means you. We’re currently at the first witches cabin. Get here as quickly as you can.” With that Derek hung up, leaving Stiles cursing his phone. Stiles looked between his computer and his phone before quickly deleting his search history and then packing up somethings he might need for encountering an unknown witch.

Mainly his bat, and some mistletoe infused mountain ash. He was out the door within ten minutes and down the road in five. It had been a month since they had defeated the first witch and sealed up her cabin, a month since Stiles had accidentally turned Derek into a toddler. So he was a little fuzzy on how to get there, luckily he had been studying locator spells, in case a member of the pack got kidnapped again and was murmuring the spell when a figure appeared in the road. Cursing he swerved to avoid a collision. He pulled over onto the side of the road, looking around for the figure. He was startled when his passenger side door was opened and was surprised to see an incredibly angry Peter.

“What are you doing out here Stiles?”

“What do you mean what am I doing here? What are you doing running into the middle of the road? I could have hit you dude. Also I’m out here because Derek called me, something about a witch asking for me.” Peter wiped his face in frustration, muttering something about irresponsible nephews.

“Look Stiles this witch is dangerous, we know nothing about her or why she has decided to show up now. Her asking for our most powerful magic user is suspicious at best and down right menacing at worst. I told Derek we should just dispose of her and not get you involved.” Stiles sighed, running his hands through his hairs. He got where Peter was coming from but at the same time he was frustrated with the man for trying to dictate what he could and could not handle.

“Look Peter we can’t always go around killing every non-human that shows up, not everyone is a threat. Maybe she knows something and is trying to help us.” Peter gave him a skeptical look but sighed in defeat, nonetheless. “Fine. I’ll show you the way. But if she makes even the slightest move to hurt you, I’m ripping her throat out no questions asked.”

Stiles rolled his eyes but nodded anyway. Peter quickly gave him the directions to the correct spot that would allow them better access to the witches cabin from the road. Stiles pulled over to the side and jumped out, following behind Peter as the made their way through the preserve. It was a good ten-minute walk before they reached the clearing that housed the cabin. Stiles could make out the pack standing around a bound figure, it seemed like Derek and Chris were arguing and the others were unknowingly dividing themselves between the two. Stiles sensing the tension quickly made his way to the others, Peter following close behind.

“Okay there, big guys. What’s going on now? Why all the testosterone?” Both men turned to him, Derek with his usual glare and Chris with a frown.

“Stiles what are you doing here? Peter I thought you were going to stop him from coming.” Stiles let out an exasperated sound at the mention of being kept away.

“Look here. Nobody gets to dictate what I can and can’t do. You two may be my boyfriends but you are not my owners, I’m not some pet to be kept locked away.” He glared at both men until they looked away.

“Good now that that is settled. What is the situation here?” Nobody spoke for a moment, so seizing an opportunity the bound figure called attention to herself.

“The situation is that these incapable Neanderthals can’t tell the difference between an outsider and a legitimate threat. Not every non-human that passes through your territory is a threat. Some of us jus happen to have business in the area, so if you could kindly tell your dogs to release me that would be much appreciated.”

Stiles snickered at the offended looks on his friends faces. “No can-do sister. Not until I can gauge for certain you’re not a threat. A lot of passerby’s look innocent and then start murdering the innocent town’s folk. Kind of like the owner of this cabin, we thought she was harmless until babies started going missing. So give me a good reason why I should trust you.”

She looked appalled by his statement, like she couldn’t believe the facts he was speaking. “Sister Asher would never have done something so horrible. She, like myself, was bound to the service of life. We could no more take a life than a willow tree could dance about. We serve the great Goddess, who holds all life dear.”

“Hate to break it to you again but she definitely was the one behind the missing kids, we found a few hidden here in this cabin. She also was dead set on killing us, she stabbed that big guy right there with a knife when we found her.” Stiles causally pointed to Boyd, who nodded his agreement. The witch looked utterly shocked.

“So now you can see why we’re not the most trusting. So why don’t you tell us why you’re here and we can maybe get to the releasing you part.” The witch sighed but nodded. “My coven sent me to scout out the magic users in this territory. There have been some unusual magical anomalies coming from here. Asher was sent first but then she never reported back so I was sent to check it out and find out what happened to her if possible. I found this cabin which is warped with all kinds of magic. Some is Asher’s and some is yours I believe, but there is also another’s magic in it as well, someone with darker magic than either you or I possess. I believe there is a malicious presence hiding in your territory, and it somehow is corrupting others. It’s the only way to explain how Asher was driven from her path of good.” Stiles eyed her for a good minute, before nodding to himself.

“I agree there has been some odd energies around, I just thought it was left over from you witchy friend we took out. Okay, so what’s gonna happen is this: we’re going to let you go. You are going to never come back without asking first, but I would suggest just never coming back at all. We will deal with whatever threat is currently threatening us, without you or your coven. We won’t have time to differentiate the real threats from nosy witches later on, do you understand that?”

The witch looked upset but nodded. “Alright good. You can cut the ropes now Derek. She’ll be on her way and I’ll get to work on finding out the true threat.” Derek reluctantly did as he ordered, freeing the woman from the ropes binding her. She stood without assistance and began glaring at the men before her.

“I shall leave but you must have caution young man. Whatever this is, it is extremely dangerous if it swayed even a witch like Asher from her path. Just make sure it doesn’t sway you as well.” And with that she made her way from the cabin to the woods surrounding them. Stiles sighed at the dramatic exit but made no comment.

He began probing the cabin behind him with his magic, ignoring his friends and boyfriends as he did. They were all staring at him expectantly, waiting for what he could not say. After a few moments Stiles found what he was looking for, a darker magic the witch ahead mentioned, he kicked himself internally for not noticing it earlier. He tuned in to it until he would be able to recognize it at any point, then he let his magic go and turned back to the others.

“So she wasn’t lying, there is a darker presence attached to the cabin. I’ve examined it but there’s not much else to do tonight, I say we head home and start this hunt tomorrow. I’ll do some research tonight and we can start on a plan of action later, is that good with everyone else?” Various heads nodded before heading in various directions, until it was just Peter, Chris, and Stiles left. Stiles sighed again, rubbing the back of his head in thought as he looked at the two older men. Deciding that pulling the bandaid off quickly was better than slowly Stiles turned and faced them head on.

“Look I think we need to have a talk about somethings. Not here obviously, but definitely sooner rather than later. So maybe we should head to my house?” Peter and Chris looked at each other, confusion and wariness written on their face, but they nodded their agreement. They made they’re way into the preserve to Stiles’ Jeep, each one in deep thought.

They didn’t know what this night would bring, but each hoped it wouldn’t be their last night.

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   Stiles drove slowly, his thoughts racing all around his head. He had a lot on his mind, which is why he didn’t see the car tailing him until he was almost home. It wasn’t any of the pack’s car, he knew every car they owned up to and including some of Peter and Chris’s extra vehicles, and it was trailing him a little too close for comfort to be just a random driver. He was just a few blocks away from his house, if he could get there, he would be safe behind his wards.

However, the car behind must have sensed he finally caught on to them because they picked up speed and without much warning plowed into the back of the Jeep. Stiles tried to keep going but his Jeep stuttered to a stop, the old thing couldn’t take the damage. Deciding his next best plan was to run Stiles made to undo his seatbelt but found it stuck, he was still trying to undo it when his door flew open. He saw just a flash of light before he was hit with another’s magic and then he saw nothing as he faded into unconsciousness.

(Meanwhile)

Peter and Chris drove in silence to the Stilinski house, neither one comfortable bringing up the possibilities of what might occur. They made it to the house before Stiles, he had probably got lost on one of the back roads and let themselves inside. They sat in silence for a while before neither could take it anymore.

“Do you think he’s going to break up with us tonight? We should have known better than to try and dictate him when it comes to pack matters.” Peter voiced his worries aloud and they matched Chris’s own worries. Chris and Peter both knew that when it came to the pack there wasn’t anything Stiles wouldn’t do for them. To try and stop him had been foolish at best and damning at worst.

Again, they sat in silence waiting for the boy they loved so much to come through the door. An hour passed by slowly and still they waited, their nerves on high alert. Chris was pulling out his phone to call when Peter’s cellphone lit up, caller ID stating it was the sheriff. “Hello? Noah is something wrong? Do you know where Stiles is?” There was a long pause and then they could hear the sheriff cursing on the other end.

“Damnit. I guess that answers my question if either you or Chris has seen him. One of my officers found his car a few blocks from the house, says it’s in real bad condition. I was hoping one of you was with him. Where are you currently? I’m on the way to the scene now.” Peter glanced to Chris, his fear and worry written all over his features. “We’re currently at your house, Stiles was supposed to meet us here an hour ago. We just thought he got lost or made a detour somewhere. Now where is the car? I might be able to still track him.”

Noah gave them the details and they made their way out of the house. Chris glanced at Peter, “Don’t worry. We will find him.” Peter merely nodded.

    They hurried down the streets until they saw the police cars, lights blinding in their intensity. It seemed half of Beacon Hills sheriff’s department was on the scene. Peter glanced around until he saw Jordan, who waved him over. The hellhound let the wolf through the barrier, steering him away from the curious onlookers and other cops, until they reached the Jeep. Peter’s senses immediately picked up the boy’s scent, as well as an unknown scent, breathing them in deeply he began his hunt.

     “I personally couldn’t get much of a scent, but werewolves' noses are better than mine, so I’ll leave the tracking to you. Good luck you guys, bring Stiles home quickly.” With that Jordan turned away, blocking anyone from hindering the other two men. Peter wasted no time; he opened the Jeep’s door quickly and took in its scents. There was Stiles’, like spicy herbal tea with a hint of lemon, and the usual car smells, but just under all those scents was something unusual and unknown.

It was bitter and disgusting, but weak. But it was enough for Peter to search for, he would find the cause of that scent no matter what.

(Elsewhere)

Stiles’ head felt like it was on the verge of exploding as he regained consciousness. Whatever spell he had been hit by had packed a major punch, and he was certain the effects would last for a while. Blinking slowly, he tried to adjust his vision to the dimly lit room he found himself in. As his eyes adjusted, he was shocked to find that he wasn’t locked up in a cell or tied up in a broom closet somewhere but was apparently lying comfortably on an old-style canopy bed in a Victorian inspired room. There was even a lit fireplace and candelabras, which explained the dimness in the room.

His shock became panic and disgust when realized that his clothes had been changed as well, a loose-fitting white silk pajama shirt with pants to match. Whoever kidnapped him had just reached the top of his creepiest kidnapping list, and that was saying something since the last one had been by a ferret-man who tried to feed him frog eyes. He gingerly sat up, each movement causing waves of stabbing pain to radiate along his skull, until he got his legs over the edge of the bed.

He was just about to stand when the hairs on the back of neck began to alert him that he was no longer alone. Slowly he raised his gaze until he was face to face with the being that had just suddenly appeared. And being was an apt description, because while the figure before him was that of a handsome man in his late twenties, everything in Stiles screamed that whatever was before him was not human.

He swallowed nervously, his anxiety heightening when the thing before him fixated its attention upon his throat. Eventually it’s eyes, a chilling silver color, returned to his and upon seeing his stare it proceeded to smile. Stiles could feel his face drain of whatever little color he had left at the sight of those teeth, the four razor-sharp elongated canines would have been terrifying enough but they were also already coated in blood. Stiles couldn’t help himself, his hands flew to his neck, checking for any puncture wounds.

Finding none he let himself sigh in relief, apparently to the amusement of the thing before him. It chuckled at his antics before stepping back a bit. It surveyed Stiles from head to toe, its eyes lingering a little too long on his throat to make anyone comfortable.

“I can see why the young ones like you. You are visually appealing and your natural scent as well as the scent of your power are divine. I wonder if you taste as good as you smell?” Its voice was like liquid honey, smooth, deep, and rich. There was a lilt to it, like it was masking an accent of some sort. Normally Stiles would have swooned at such a voice, but considering it’s comment about tasting him and how it’s presence alone was sending him into fight or flight mode he was, in no uncertain terms, not in a swooning mood, at least not the good kind of swooning. Swallowing again, Stiles tried to find his voice, he might be a victim here but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t going to get some answers.

“Who are you? What do you want from me? And where am I?” Stiles wouldn’t even hesitate to admit his voice wavered, sure he had stood up to more physically terrifying creatures, but nothing had ever sent such instinctual terror through him before. The creature smiled at him again, suddenly the blood-stained fangs were gone, replaced by normal blunt human teeth. It ran a causal hand through its golden locks as it seated itself in an ornate armchair across the room from him, one that Stiles was a hundred percent sure had not been there before.

It assessed the boy for a moment, seemingly contemplating his questions, and if it would bother to answer such mundane trivialities.

“Hmmm. You may refer to as Alexius, it is not my true name of course, but when you are as old as I names are merely another accessory, like a hat perhaps. This one I have had a few times over the centuries, it comes and goes with the trends of the time, and the young ones prefer it to the others I tried to use. Ah, but enough of that, as for where you are and why you are here… well those are much more amusing questions. Wouldn’t you agree Stiles?”

Stiles once again felt a sharp pain in his temples, white clouded his vision and for a second, he had the strangest urge to tell the man before him everything. He was just on the verge of telling him to refer to him as Mieczysław, his true name, when reality came barreling back and he slapped a hand over his mouth and glared at the thing before him. The thing grinned again, a hint of fang flashing through before it covered its mouth, as if to hide a chuckle or laugh.

“My apologies, little one, but the temptation was too strong. You see Stiles, very few beings in this world are so resistant to my abilities. And I am man enough to admit your resistance hurts my pride, so I just had to try again you see. Now as for your earlier questions. You are currently in a… special guest room in my current estate. As for what I want from you, hmm well that is quite a difficult question you see. You both fascinate and frustrate me, little mage. You see Beacon Hills was supposed to be but a short stop on my journey, cause a little mischief with the local pack, maybe get a chance to fight a young Alpha if I got bored.” At this point it sighed deeply, like someone had just told it its favorite brand was discontinued and it would need to switch to a different one.

“But then you came into the picture, well you and that meddlesome white witch, and all my plans just went up into smoke. Poof.” It emphasized this with a hand gesture and leveled Stiles with a pout.

“Look dude. I don’t know what the fuck you are even talking about. I don’t know who you are, and I am a hundred and ten percent sure I never interacted with you in my life until this moment. So you spouting nonsense about how I ruined your plans is next level insane. Also back up a second, what do you mean try again? When have you previously tried to control my mind?” Stiles was in full blown panic mode, and it was quickly devolving into an anxiety attack.

His breathing was becoming difficult, his vision tunneling, and his body was already beginning to shake. He was immediately startled from the beginning of his panic attack by the creature roughly pulling him up from the bed. It observed him quizzically, as if Stiles was a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit anywhere.

“How interesting you humans can be at times, the magic within you is vast and should indicate that you are incredibly powerful, yet here you are; body trembling and on a path to self-destruction, for no other reason than some base feelings of fear and anxiety.” It gently stroked a single finger down Stiles’s face, causing the boy to shudder in disgust at the unwanted touch.

It continued speaking before Stiles could protest, “Such power in such a fragile being. Hmmm… it evokes a sense of… tantalizing desire. One that I have not felt in quite a long time. You intrigue me more and more little one, perhaps my plans for you need to change. I think I would surely be saddened to destroy a thing of beauty such as yourself. Yes! I have decided, you shall be mine. I haven’t taken a consort in over two centuries, the last one vexed me into ripping her throat out, and I’m sure the young ones would approve of my choice. They are very sweet you see, they hate to see their father so lonely. I will need to leave you for a bit little one, preparing for a consort is very different than turning a human spawn. The young ones will see to you until I return.”

With that it vanished from the room, leaving Stiles sick to his stomach as he tried to piece together what in the fuck was going on. Fighting the nausea and the need to panic, Stiles struggled to bring himself to a level of calm where he could at least analyze his surroundings more.

The walls were a blue striped wallpaper, floors a soft red carpet some kind of designs stitched in cream and gold, and… there were no windows along the walls; with rising horror Stiles also realized there was no door. Panicking he ran to the closest wall, hands skimming the surface as he searched for a possible hidden door, screaming in frustration when after the tenth go around the room he had still not found a way out.

Fuck. Fuck .FUCK!! Stiles screamed internally as he beat his fist against the wall, slamming his hands again and again until they felt bruised and achy. Sniffling he slid to the floor, back again the wall, bringing his knees to his chest as he began to weep. Stiles has been in tons of terrifying and shitty situations, but never before has he felt so hopeless, so… scared.

He was utterly trapped, and he saw no way out. His thoughts turned to Chris and Peter, they must have noticed he was missing by this point. Though Stiles had no way of knowing how long he had been here, unconscious and at the mercy of that…thing. Stiles shuddered at the thought of it, of its ice cold touch against his skin.

He whimpered as his thoughts turned back to his lovers, I wish I had told them I loved them, instead of letting them think I was mad.

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Peter

Two days. Two long devastating days with no sign of Stiles. The whole pack, along with the sheriff’s department and civilian searchers, have been combing the streets and woods of Beacon Hills. Yet

there was not a single sign of their boy, Peter had lost the scent within two yards of the jeep, it was as if he had just vanished without a trace. He had been up for nearly the entire forty-eight hours, only

stopping his hunt to rest when Christopher or Derek caught him and forced him to eat and catch a few hours of sleep. He was on this third loop of the town when he spotted Derek’s Camaro heading

towards him, he snarled in irritation before his nephew even had a chance to start goading him home. Derek merely exited his vehicle with an unimpressed look, just staring expectantly at the older

wolf. Peter, in full shift, growled lowly as his ears plastered themselves against his skull. There was no way Peter was giving up his search already, there was still hours of daylight left. Sighing Derek

shook his head at his uncle, “Uncle Peter, you need to rest. If you can’t do it for yourself, then do it for Argent. He’s a mess, and he’s possibly handling Stiles’ disappearance even worse than you are.

Argent is human, remember? His body can’t handle the long days and nights of searching like we can, but as long as you’re out looking so is he. You’re perfect for each other, both of you are stubborn

assholes with no sense. Go find your mate, get some actual fucking rest and leave the search to the rest of us. We want Stiles back just as much as you do.” With that he slammed the Camaro door as he

got back in and left Peter to contemplate his words. Peter growled in annoyance after his nephew's abrupt entrance and departure. I miss the days when the pup only growled out half sentences. Sighing

in defeat Peter began his run home.

Chris

Chris eyed the whiskey bottle on the table before him with distaste. He knew that it wouldn’t help, hell it would hinder given the situation, but the urge to drink until the pain in his chest faded was

becoming overwhelming. He was reaching out for it when the memory of the last time he drank his pain away came to mind. He had been sitting in the dark alone, Victoria had been gone for nearly two

months and Allison was barely speaking to him or even home, and the feeling of losing his family was crushing him. He had been halfway through his second bottle when a whirlwind that was Stiles

Stilinski suddenly came crashing in. Had Chris been sober, or even half coherent, he would have questioned how the teen even got in. Instead, he had just glared and then proceeded to ignore the teen,

happy to ignore any and every problem in favor of Jim Bean. So, when the bottle that had been held firmly in his hand was suddenly across the room, he blinked in surprise at the fiery amber eyes that

were staring down at him. He was even more surprised when he was suddenly jerked up by his collar and dragged across his own house and pushed into the shower. The cold water had been less of a

shock to the system than the actions of the boy before him. “Okay Argent, it’s time to sober up and get in gear. Grieving is all well and good but drinking yourself to death isn’t gonna help anyone, least

of all you. You lost your wife, it sucks, but you have a daughter who needs you. And honestly who is acting crazy cause she’s listening to the crazy bullshit that is pouring out of your crazy sister and

dad’s mouths. So, put the whiskey down and gain some control back, because the rest of the Argents are starting to cross some lines and I really don’t want to have to kill Allison. Therefore, sober up,

get your family under control, work shit out with the Hales, and maybe when all that is done ask Peter out because honestly the weird tension you guys have when you’re in the same room is

uncomfortable. Like geez we get it, you two used to fuck, either start doing it again or dial it down.” And with that the whirlwind that was Stiles Stilinski left just as suddenly as he arrived. Chris doesn’t

know exactly how long he had stood in that cold shower gaping stupidly after the boy, but he eventually got out and preceded to do just that. That had been roughly two years ago, in which Chris

hadn’t even looked at alcohol for eight months after and then only let himself have a glass or two after particularly stressful days. However not once in those two years has he allowed himself to slip, no

more late-night drunk benders to forget the shitshow that was his life. No, Stiles had made it clear that such nonsense wasn’t going to fly with him around, even when he was just a friend to his

daughter’s teenage werewolf boyfriend. Chuckling humorously, Chris thought about how Stiles would react to finding him in this situation. Would he be sympathetic? Would he yell and scream? Would

he once again fling the bottle and level Chris with that same feisty look? Chris was certain it would be the latter. But what did it matter how Stiles would react? Because he wasn’t here, and two days of

nonstop searching hadn’t given them even a single clue into the whereabouts of the boy, or even the one responsible for his disappearance.

Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

That’s how much information they had to go on, even with an entire pack of wolves on their side and they weren’t any closer to knowing where he was. Was he hurt? Was he lost and trying to find them?

Was he locked away being tortured? Was he even alive? The last question caused the older man to flinch internally, the horror of the thought bringing out an anger so intense he grabbed the bottle from

the table and flung it against the wall. The moment the glass shattered so did Chris’s rage, the energy immediately gone from his system he dropped to floor. Head in hands, he fought the urge to

unleash the tears he had locked in, feeling that if he allowed them to fall that would mean he had given up. If he cried now, only two days in, how would he be able to go on; how would he be able to

keep the hope of finding Stiles safe and sound alive if he gave in after a measly forty-eight hours? He wouldn’t be able to, he knew this, yet the feeling of the tears was persistent. Chris was just about

to give in when the apartment door slammed open, Peter stalking into the room in a huff, irritation written all across his features. When he found Chris on the floor and saw the broken bottle across the

room, he looked at Chris in surprise that soon faded into worry. It broke him, that look of concern, every last worry and fear came pouring out. He couldn’t control the sobs as he fumbled to his feet and

into Peter’s arms, the other man grasping him tightly. The other man said nothing, merely offered any small comfort he could through his embrace until the sobs quieted and the tension eased. Chris

looked into Peter’s eyes, wet with emotion themselves, and tried to gather his resolve. “We have to find him Peter, we have to find him and find him soon.” Peter gently wiped the tears from Chris’s face,

followed by gently pressing their foreheads together. “We will my love, we will. Even if I have to tear this town down to do it. I’ll find our boy and bring him home, I promise.” Silence was all that met that

proclamation, the vow heavy in the air.

Elsewhere

Stiles couldn’t stop pacing. It was all he could do really, he had already driven himself crazy from searching the walls so walking was the only way to release some of the frantic energy that was building

beneath his skin. He had no clue how long he had been here, but his best guess was at least a few days, if the random food trays told him anything at least. He had received five meals so far, where they

came from would haunt him until his grave, but they would just be there when he turned around from either pacing or searching the walls for any escape again. They came at seemingly regular

intervals, leading him to conclude that he was being fed on a regular eating schedule meaning that his next meal would probably be his dinner on his second day of capture. What was even creepier

were that the meals were some of his favorite foods, pancakes loaded with fruits and syrup for the first meal, a large pepperoni pizza, baked chicken parm and so on for each meal. How the fuck does

this creep know my goddamn food preferences!? Stiles was literally about to pull his hair out from frustration when out of nowhere there was the sound of a knock, he jerked around just as a large

ornate door opened. A large ornate door that had most definitely not been there before, and a figure tentatively peeked into the room. Without much thought Stiles threw himself out of the room, his

sudden rush causing the figure to squeak in fright. Stiles beamed at the new location around him, he was still a hostage or whatever, but he was finally out of that damned room. “Oh no. You weren’t

supposed to leave the room yet, you have to dress properly for dinner or Father will be displeased. Please go back in! I have your dinner clothes right here, so please take them and dress quickly!” The

figure turned out to be a girl, probably around Stiles’ age, holding a stack of neatly folded clothes nervously in her arms. She was a tall blonde, pretty but looked to be very underweight, wearing a dated

long blue dress that looked three times too big for her and there was something oddly familiar about her; Stiles was sure he had seen her around before but could not place where to save his life. When

Stiles didn’t immediately take the clothes from her, she frowned deeply her eyes darting every which way, “Please, I’m begging you. Just get dressed and we can head to the dining room, then you can

speak with Father. But if we are late, the consequences will be harsh.” She shivered violently at her own statement, as if she was remembering something extremely unpleasant. Stiles’ first instinct was

to say ‘Hell no’ and just leave the girl and try to find a way out, but there was something about her demeanor, her appearance, that had him hesitating. She was obviously terrified of her so called

‘Father’, and her appearance led Stiles to believe she wasn’t exactly a pampered and favored child. Sighing, he steeled himself. He gently took the clothes from the girl, not wanting to cause her

anymore distress, and headed back inside ‘his’ room. Closing the door he paused a moment, worrying it would disappear as mysteriously as it had appeared, and when it stayed firmly in place he sighed

a small breath of relief. He made his way over to the bed, laying the clothes out to get a good look at what he was being dressed for dinner in. He wrinkled his nose in disgust at the outfit, a pair of

leather pants or probably more accurately a pair of leather breaches as they looked like they were from at least two centuries ago and a thin nearly transparent red top. The top looked like it had been

ripped off the male model for every pirate or historical romance novel cover to have ever been written, ruffles and hardly a button to be seen. Gritting his teeth he resisted the urge rip the clothes to

shreds, if he had access to his magic he would just set the entire ensemble on fire and be done with it. But he didn’t, and he hadn’t been able to so much as sense his own magic while he has been held

captive. Sighing heavily once again he began to dress in his ludicrous dinner attire, vowing silently that he was going to cause this creep so much pain whenever he got access to his powers again.

‘Alexius’, whoever or whatever this monster was, was going to pay for this humiliation one day. Stiles headed toward the door, his hand hesitating wondering if it would even open, before grasping the

handle and pulling the door open. His sudden emergence must have startled the girl again, as another squeak left her as he appeared back into the hallway. She apparently had been crouching against

wall while waiting for him, when she saw he was dressed ‘properly’ she gave him a tentative smile before beckoning him to follow her down the hall. They walked and walked, taking numerous turns

until Stiles was sure she was fucking with him, to make him disoriented and unable to get his bearings if he were to attempt an escape, but finally after what felt like an eternity they arrived at the top of

a grand staircase. Stiles looked down onto the ground floor below, noting all of the expensive and vintage décor. “This way, the dining hall is just to the left of the right staircase. I promise the ground

floor isn’t nearly as complicated to navigate as the upper floors are.” She gave Stiles a soft smile, as if her statement was meant as a comfort, Stiles merely grimaced in reply. Her smile dropped, her

tension filled eyes seemed to sadden, as if his distaste and refusal to play along actually hurt her. She silently guided him down the stairs and into main foyer before heading towards a set of double

doors on the left. Stiles’ frown deepened when he began to notice the lack of potential exits, from his vantage of the ground floor there was only the one set of doors. It seems his host was not a fan of

doors, or better yet ways for his captives to escape or runaway. Stiles glanced at the girl by his side as she gently knocked upon the doors, Was she here against her will like him? Had she merely been

brainwashed or developed Stockholm Syndrome? She calls him ‘Father’ and he referred to having ‘young ones’ or whatever. Maybe he kidnaps kids and teenagers to play out some sick family. Whatever

his, no it’s, motives are we need to find a way out of here ASAP Stilinski. Stiles squared his shoulders as a smooth voiced called for them to enter from the other side of the doors, and seemingly without

assistance the doors strung in. The scene before Stiles was far from what he was expecting, though if he were being completely honest with himself he had no real clue as to what he excepted, but

seeing a impossibly beautiful man dressed head to toe in velvet and satin while sat in a highbacked antique chair at a ten seat table while seven boys of various looking ages threw food and yelled at

one another was definitely not in the top ten scenarios in his head. Only when the doors were fully open did anyone at the table acknowledge their entrance. The boys all froze in place, going eerily

silent before bursting back into raucous noise once more, “Eleanor, is that him!?” “Is he the one becoming Father’s consort?” “Do we have to be apart of the ritual as well, Father?” “Eleanor, Isaiah spilled

tea on my favorite shirt, clean it for me right now!” The voices overlapped loudly, seemingly every child having something to say. The girl, Eleanor he guessed, looked embarrassed but continued to lead

him to the table where she indicated for him to be seated on the right side of ‘Alexius’. She then proceeded to stop before her ‘Father’ bowing low before him, “I brought your guest to dinner as you

asked Father, is there anything else I can do for you Father?” Her voice rang with true sincerity, she truly wanted to know how she could serve him further, the whole thing left a ashy bitter taste in Stiles’

mouth. Whatever was going on here was demented and ominous, and only prompted more vows leave this place as soon as possible. “Thank you for your care Dear Daughter, you have done well. You

may take your seat and join us for this dinner. After all you are the one who discovered how precious my new consort-to-be is.” He gently kissed her forehead after this statement, seemingly a loving

and doting father, except Stiles caught the slight sly smirk as he did. This monster probably abused this poor girl until the point of desperation for any crumb of affection thrown her way, as the cheap

words and fake love had the girl a red and crying mess. She whispered a quiet “Thank you Father.” As she backed away and took a seat across from Stiles and to the left of ‘Alexius’. Fucking demented

fucker, he gave her one of the seats of honor as her designated seat, but how often is she even allowed to actually sit there? How many times is she shunned and rejected, just for ‘It’ to occasionally

through her a crumb of dignity or affection? Probably just often enough to keep her wanting, to keep her in the endless cycle of abuse. The rage Stiles began to feel was overwhelming, in fact it was

beginning to become suffocating…and hot. Grasping the situation Stiles gasped and threw himself backwards, as far away from the table as he could while grasping at his chest, just trying to breathe.

Oh fuck, I’m going to fucking explode because this fucker didn’t just block my magic, he fucking fully suppressed it.

That was Stiles’ last thought as the world suddenly went dark.

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Peter & Pack

They were having a late pack meeting at Peter and Chris’s apartment when they felt the quake, not quite physical but it rattled them all. “Stiles.” Lydia whispered his name as her head snapped up, her

face pale and voice shaking. Growling Peter faced her, “Don’t even think about screaming for him Banshee, I won’t allow you to herald his death.” His fangs were already bared, claws and glowing blue

eyes following swiftly behind. Lydia waved everyone stepping between them away, “Don’t be stupid Peter, if I were fated to call his death nothing you could do would stop the scream. Plus, we all felt

that correct?” She asked while looking to everyone else, many eagerly nodding their assent. Peter relaxed slowly, allowing Chris to come sooth him with a light shoulder massage. “Something vital in our

search just happened. You guys see that right? We had lost all traces of him, no video, no scent, nothing. But, whatever that ... that m-magic quake or whatever it was, is finally something we have to go

on. We just need to track where it originated from.” She stammered slightly but had a fully determined look on her face as she faced each of them. She was right of course, Peter knew this but the whole

thing was still not sitting right with him. Pieces from this puzzle of recent events were still missing, what was connected and what was not. They couldn’t even begin to piece together a plan or even an

idea of who, or what, had taken Stiles, let alone understand a motive. Two days, two days of worrying and searching fully blind for even a shred a hint to where Stiles might be. But here was something,

something real and tangible after two days of smoke and mirrors, however something was nagging at Peter about the ‘magic quake’ they just experienced. It was their first clue but for some reason it

did not bring Peter any comfort. His musings were interrupted by the door being flung open by a ragged looking Sheriff Stilinski, Jordan following close behind. The Sheriff dropped into a recliner,

looking the very picture of distressed father. Chris handed him a glass of whiskey but the Sheriff just waved it away, not in the headspace for drinking at the moment. The silence was tense, the younger

packmates unsure of what to say or do and the older ones knowing that at the moment their words would be of no comfort to the worn man before them. The silence was broken a shrill ring tone, two

to be exact, both officers jumped at the sudden ringing of their phone. “Sheriff Stilinski speaking, what is it now?” “This is Parrish, go ahead.” The pack watched and listened as both men were told about

numerous reports of some kind of ‘earthquake’ but with no physical indication one had happened. It was nothing they didn’t already know or could have guessed until the officer on the other end of the

call with Sheriff gave them some new info. “Sheriff we are just now getting a report about an explosion about an hour outside of town, it’s technically outside of Beacon Hills jurisdiction, but because the

property borders the preserve the local authorities are wondering if we would be willing to lend a hand on the investigation and cleanup. Apparently the mansion of some eccentric billionaire just went

up in smoke. The locals say a neighbor reported it, no contact has been made with the owner yet. Seems reasonable for us to deduce he may have been inside at the time of detonation.” The Sheriff

nodded along vaguely, as he jotted down a few notes. “Thanks Sara. Jordan and I will personally look into in. Hold back on sending anyone else out for right now, minus some extra firefighters.

Explosions usually mean fire, so we will want to send them some extra support to handle that. I’ll let you know if we will be needing anymore backup after we reach the scene and talk with the local

investigators.” With that he hung up, a look of conflict on his face.

Peter made to reach for the Sheriff, to offer a comforting hand, when a realization hit him like a punch to the gut. He fell to his knees, pale as a ghost, as a memories from months and months ago

surfaced.

~ Peter sat across from Stiles as the young mage went on a rant about why there was not nearly enough reading materials on magic like his. ”Like I understand that a book isn’t gonna just tell me how to

harness my power, but literally everything I find is purely theoretical. I’ve talked to Deaton, even met some of his witchy and druid-y friends, and not one of them has magic like I do. They all pull from

outside sources, druids from nature itself and witches with spells and potions that have been passed down for generations. But nothing about an internal magic, the few mentions I have found are

mostly nonsense or at least impossible when applied to me. Inherent magic mostly exists within supernatural creatures, but each species as a limit to what they can and cannot do. Take werewolves, like

yourself, their magic allows the shift, partial or full, and increases the senses. It’s also part of the reason wolves age slower and have an uncanny sense for the unnatural. Banshees can sense the dead

and dying, their scream can literally cause mortal danger to those them. However neither species can just randomly decide to use their innate magic to, I don’t know, suddenly control the weather. I just

need something more concrete, I guess.” The boy deflated somewhat, a defeated look crossing his face. “Darling, while I am aware of your need for answers and information, and that you prefer to

research from outside sources. Have you ever considered talking to your magic? Ah-ah, don’t give me that look. I believe it was you yourself that described your magic as, oh wait what did you call it?

Oh yeah, “It’s like an over eager puppy that lives inside me”, does that ring a bell?” Stiles blinked up at him owlishly, before looking back down at his book. His face became a whirlwind of emotions,

Peter found every change in expression truly fascinating, before the boy closed his eyes and seemed to begin to meditate. After nearly five minutes Stiles shot up from his seat, “Peter you are a genius!

Don’t let me saying it go to your head though, your ego is already to inflated. I need to go right now and test some stuff.” Peter didn’t even have time to reply before the boy was bounding towards the

door of the Café, running right into a young blonde. The girl wore a hideously outdated blue dress, and was stammering an apology to Stiles, who was also apologizing furiously. Eventually they

detangled themselves and Stiles offered one more genuine apology, handing her his fully punched coffee card as way to make up for running into her, before bounding out the door. Peter watched as

the girl stared after the boy, an odd look on her face, but chocked it up to maybe she had just been stunned after her first encounter with ‘Hurricane Stiles’. He turned back to his own coffee and

thought no more of it.

~ Peter sat back languidly as he sipped a wolfsbane infused cocktail, and watched as the pack members one by one filtered out from the loft. He thought himself finally alone until Stiles plopped himself

down in front of Peter, a pleased grin stretching across his face. “I did it!” Peter merely raised an eyebrow in question. Stiles pouted slightly at the lack of response but continued anyway. “I talked to my

magic! Well talk isn’t the best description, communed?, no that doesn’t feel right either. Whatever! What I am trying to say is I now have a much better understanding of my magic! It’s not perfect but its

much better now, definitely not as frustrating as before. I now have a more effective way of using my magic, and its lessened the amount of fires I’ve accidentally started by at least 30%!” Peter smiled at

the boy indulgently, “Congratulations darling. I suppose that means we won’t have to worry about you spontaneously combusting anymore?” It was meant as a lighthearted jab, one Peter didn’t really

take seriously until Stiles’ face dropped slightly. Peter sat up straighter, eyes narrowing at the young man before him, “Stiles, please tell me I don’t actually have to worry about you randomly exploding

one day due to your magic!?!” Stiles grimaced slightly, his nervous tick of scratching the back of his head going full force. “Well technically it wouldn’t be randomly.?” “Explain. Now.” Stiles blew out a

breath as he seemed to gather his thoughts. “This isn’t going to make you feel better but hang in there with me. So think of my magic as a…. um as a well or something, something finite and confined.

Or that used to be the best description of it, not quite anymore. When I used it before, it felt like I was using a finite resource, but I could feel the potential for more; like when you go at an ice cream

shop that has dozens of flavor choices but for whatever reason you are only allowed to get like two flavors. Anyway, the metaphor is getting away from me, I realized after ‘talking’ with my magic… I

really need to find a better description for it… uh sorry back to what I was saying. I realized afterwards that it began to grow, like I have a floodgate attached to my well now, and its slowly increasing

how much water runs into the well. Which is amazing, the possibly are seemingly endless for me now!” Peter pinched his nose between his eyes in mild frustration, “Stiles, please get to the part where

you are now in realm of possibility of combusting out of nowhere!” “That’s what I’m getting too! I was just trying to give a little background, jeez. So basically it boils down to this, if I don’t release a

certain amount of magic a day it will begin to build up against this new floodgate. Too much magic build up equals to much pressure against floodgate, too much pressure equals Stiles and his magic

go boom.” The boy had the audacity to jokingly mime an explosion with his hands. Peter glared until he stopped, and begun rubbing his temples. “So how likely is this to occur?”

“ Not very likely honestly, I’ve learned to do small magics automatically. Like keeping my heartbeat appearing steady or masking my scent. And so far that seems to be good, but I image as I get stronger

I’ll need to release more, and the threshold for how long I can let the buildup go will shrink as well, probably? The danger would be if we encounter someone else with powerful magic abilities, and they

somehow block my magic or worse suppress it.” Peter tilted his head at that statement, “Wait. Why is suppress different than block? Are they not the same thing?” “Yes but like no? UH, you really have to

ask such difficult questions don’t you? So think of block or blocking as a fence, sturdy and meant to keep something in or out. However its not invulnerable, fences can be climbed or tunneled under, it

would be difficult but my magic could find a way to squeeze through in small ways. Fully suppressing it though… that’s a different story. It’s kind of like why they but floodgates on dams, if to much

water is dammed up they use the floodgates to relieve the water pressure, but say for whatever reason the gates no longer work. The water pressure is just going to continuously build until the walls of

the dam can’t hold it back, which is when the dam explodes and thousands to millions of gallons water shoot out causing mass destruction. That’s kind of what would happen if my magic were fully

suppressed.” He said it calmly, as if he weren’t talking about the possibility of his own power ripping him to shreds. Peter reached forward, grabbing the boy’s face in his hands, and looked deeply into

those warm caramel eyes. “No matter what the situation, you will keep yourself alive. Do you understand? I don’t care if you think its inevitable or if you think its impossible, you must keep yourself

alive!” Stiles froze in shock at the sudden touch and sudden desperation in Peter’s voice. Without looking away he nodded his assent, “I promise. I’ll do everything I can, if such a scenario were to

happen.” Peter merely nodded his approval before releasing the boy. “Good. Now show me some of this new magic of yours.”

“Peter. Peter. PETER! What is it love?” Chris was kneeling before a pale and trembling Peter, trying to gain his attention desperately. Peter slowly blinked up at him, eyes welling with tears as he looked up

at his first and longest love. “I know what happened. With the quake, the mansion explosion, I remembered what he told me.” Peter’s voice was soft, barely a whisper, only the wolves and Chris hearing

him. “Remembered what Baby? Your scaring me. What do you know? Is it about Stiles?” Peter looked to the ground, trying to find his voice behind the knot stuck in his throat. After taking several deep

breaths, and swallowing over and over to clear his throat, he recounted to everyone what he remembered from all those months ago. He saw more than one member of the pack pale and gasp in shock

at what Peter was saying, Sheriff Stilinski was being lowered back into the recliner by a worried Melissa McCall. “Are you saying that that ‘magic quake’ we felt, was actually my son dying?” It was a

heartbreakingly simple question, asked by a man that looked so broken tears began to well in all eyes present. Peter just looked up at him, his expression just as hopeless and lost. It was Chris who

took control afterward, shaking his head as he stood, dragging Peter up with him. “No. Just no. I refuse to believe it means he’s gone. He promised you, he promised you that he would do everything in

his power to never let that happen. Right, Peter? That’s what he promised you, and we all know Stiles, it will be a cold day in hell before he breaks a promise he made to one of his people. So I refuse to

believe he’s gone, and I refuse to let any of you act that way as well. We head to that mansion, now.” He turned from them, grabbing Peter’s hand and dragging him towards the door. Towards the truth.

Looks were shared all around, each pack member nodding solemnly as they made the decision to follow Chris’s lead. Even Melissa wore a determined look, “Come on Noah, lets go find … no lets go get

Stiles. He sure has a lot of explaining to do.” She smiled as she pulled him up from the chair. He slowly nodded, the lost look slowly disappearing from his eyes, a look of determination replacing it.

Hand in hand they walked out of the apartment, followingly the others to rescue their Stiles.