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Stiles

He knew he shouldn't have gone out in the woods alone. But he could have sworn that he heard something. And he would be damned before he called on the pack for help. Stiles snorted, a flicker of pain passing through his now dull eyes as he thought of them. They had ignored him. Only coming for him for research. The only one that was oddly comforting was Peter. The one that had seemingly come back to life and was practically insane had been the only one that seemed to notice that Stiles was hurting. And Stiles, albeit reluctantly, had actually become slight friends with the man. It was a weird and odd friendship. Becoming even weirder when he would come over suddenly when his dad was home. Those cold blue eyes would seem to light up whenever his father was around and had made Stiles want to cringe because ew. That was when he had told his dad everything.

Stiles couldn't take watching his dad slowly break from all of his lies that he told. He kept on telling himself that he was protecting him. Then he would see the broken look of his father and he realized that he was probably stressing over more from not knowing the truth. So he told him everything. From the day that his supposed best friend got bitten, the Argents, and now the Alpha Pack. His father had taken it all pretty well. Only had about four beers before stumbling up the stairs and going into his room. It was a little awkward, especially since Peter would insist on using the front door and especially when his dad would open the door and Peter would just stare at him with that creepy smirk. Stiles shivered. Nope, don't go there. Ew.

And how could he forget about Isaac? He had nearly come to him as much as Peter. Stiles considered him as his little puppy. Always seeking love and comfort in him. His dad never questioned when Isaac would spend the night and come to find the two of them cuddled up together in the morning. Stiles had insisted they were just friends, and he accepted that. And now he knew that Isaac was just a puppy wolf. Needing the comfort of something, and that someone was apparently Stiles. He didn't mind it though. He loved Isaac and saw him even as a little brother. Isaac always seemed to follow him around and fought with Derek to include him in pack meetings. Which kind of hurt Stiles knowing that the rest of them besides Peter and Isaac didn't want him in pack meetings. But he was fine. As long as Isaac didn't leave him, hell, as long as Peter didn't leave either. He would be fine.

In return, his dad had told him about some things that were on his mother's side of the family. Like how almost all of them had a Spark. A magical part of their soul that was basically their life source. If a Spark parted from it, then they would surely die. His dad told him that was the truth behind his mother's death. Usually Sparks weren't with humans. They were usually with other supernatural beings. A Spark naturally had to have someone powerful with a lot of energy in their soul. A lot of magic running through their veins. So when his mother had decided to be with a human, her Spark was slowly withering away. His father still grieved and blamed it on himself. And for a second, Stiles did to. Then he thought of his mom. And thought of how much she had loved him. It was her choice, and she stayed. Her family didn't respect her decision, especially since they knew she would die, but they trusted her and wished her luck.

It was also the cause of his ADHD most likely his mother had said, well not really. Most Spark kids couldn't and didn't know how to control their magic. It was always thrumming in their veins and nearly spewing out energy out of their every pore. And since Stiles had no outlet to put it out on, he had kept it locked up. But know he had control over it. He didn't need his Adderall anymore. Their magic, it was mostly kept inside of them until the age of 16. Which was when they had started to learn everything. A lot of kids didn't wait until then. But since his mother was absent and his father being human, he had to wait. His father gave him all the books. Telling him about all the different herbs and all the types of magic. And since Stiles loved research, he was a quick learner. It didn't take long before he could concentrate on his Spark and weaving it in and around him. He could make fires the size of the empire state building. Or help twenty dying people, all at once. He soaked up all of the knowledge. It was the last piece of his mother had left. And he wouldn't lose it.

A twig snapped, and Stiles had suddenly remembered why he was out here in the first place. The mountain ash on around his house was undisturbed, so who ever it was didn't bother to come to close. Or they were too stupid too think of any possible way to get past the mountain ash. His cinnamon coloured eyes flicked about. Trying to locate the sound and where it came from. His tongue darted out to lick at his pink lips before oh- A huge man was falling out from behind a couple of shrubs. He was large. Gaping wounds all along his body and Stiles had the sudden urge to help the man. The rational part of his mind though wanted to run. Stiles didn't know if he was dangerous. His breathing was labored and one of his hands was holding onto his side. The man's eyes were locked on him. Glowing red. Great. Now he had an injured Alpha in his back yard.

He ran a hand over his quickly growing hair. Stiles had two options. He could leave the man to die. Or he could try to help him and risk getting his throat ripped out. Since he always loved getting into danger. He decided to go with the former. He sighed and looked over the man. Slightly tilting his neck in submission as he walked to him. Showing the Alpha that he didn't mean any harm. When he received a slight nod of the head he continued on. Ignoring the soft rumble of a growl as he hoisted one of the man's heavy arms over his shoulder and started to walk him to his home. His legs were already burning when they got there. This man had to be at least 180 pounds of nothing but pure muscle. Stiles couldn't even imagine the pain in his thighs and legs going up the stairs to his room. But he persisted on. Nearly falling over a couple times and thank God his father was working late at the station.

Once he had the Alpha situated as best he could on his bed- one leg hanging off the edge from the bed being too short and an arm hanging off the side- he left into his bathroom to grab his first aid kit from under his sink. When he came back into his room the Alpha was looking at his wounds. A hand trying to touch them. Stiles swatted those hands away and ignored the gleaming red eyes and the growl that came from him. He shook his head and started going through the first aid kit. Taking out some cotton swabs and alcohol. Dabbing it on the wounds and ignoring the hisses that the man made. He looked at the larger cuts and let out a small sigh. Reaching out and letting his hands hover above the wounds for a second. Watching as the skin slowly knitted itself back together. Ah yes. It was good to have a Spark sometimes. He ignored the surprise on the Alpha's face and looked around for any more wounds.

"Do you hurt any more else?" Stiles looked into the eyes of the Alpha. They weren't red anymore. This time they were a dark brown, nearly black, and Stiles was nearly stricken about how handsome this man was. He had a strong jaw and prominent cheek bones. Eyebrows thick. His skin was tanned, but not overly so. And not as white as his own pale skin either. His gaze swiftly traveled across thickly muscled arms and broad chest. Washboard abs and to the v of his hips. Stiles practically felt the man's energy flowing through his veins and in his soul. He could tell he was a born wolf. A quick look in his mind told him that he had fully accepted his wolf as a part of who he was. Something that most turned wolves couldn't do. Something that Scott simply refused to do. His cinnamon eyes snapped back to his face when he started to speak. His voice seeming to caress his skin as the baritone voice washed over him.

"No."

Ennis

They sat in silence for a couple seconds. Both were slowly assessing one another. Ennis was simply put it, puzzled by this human. He had healed his wounds right before his eyes. He heard Deucalion talk about these magic people before that were simply filled with pure raw energy. People that could heal the most fatal wounds and bring a man back from the brink of death. People that could control a man's mind and also destroy them. Those people were called a Spark. He took a deep breath and nearly moaned when he caught scent of the boy. Vanilla and spiciness, slightly musky with a hint of chocolate. The boy smelled like home. And the shocking realization nearly had him pass out. His mate was right in front of him.

Kali and Ennis were simply lovers. And while Kali was under the impression that he was her true mate, he knew better. He knew that they were both simply filling the void of being so lonely in a pack of Alphas. It was dangerous and almost sad. Ennis had never had any true feelings for her. Besides the love of a companion and sister. But it never went beyond that. They weren't meant for each other. Kali, deep down knew that, and yet she was so desperate for acceptance that she turned to the nearest thing to a mate. A friend. Well, almost fuck buddy that is. That was it though. Ennis had only used her for an outlet for his desires to fill the void of not meeting his mate yet. And now that he had him. He wasn't planning on loosing this strange and beautiful boy.

Ennis snapped out of his thoughts when the boy asked him another question. Asking him if he was going to be okay. He had simply nodded. Ennis had never been one for words. He rather liked the meaning of how actions speak louder than words. And they did in a lot of ways. Like how he would show his love to his mate by bending him over and-

"Shit, my father is home. Fuck, fuck!" The boy ran a hand through his hair. Ennis let his eyes travel over the boy. He was slender, but had lean muscles from under the night shirt he was wearing. Pale skin was stretched over those slight muscles. Oh such lovely pale skin. The boy had a scatter of moles on the beautiful smooth skin. Dotted on his arms and collar bones and right by his lips. Oh. Such beautiful lips. Pink, full, and supple. His eyes were pools of cinnamon that drew him in. They were so expressive, but seemed slightly dulled. Like he was tired. But they still held fire in them. And now they had a panic looked in them.

"Come on. You have to hide under my bed." His mate shot up from the bed and he dully noted that he heard the sound of a car door shut and heavy shoes making their way to the house. Ennis stood up. Groaning as his sore muscles stretched. He looked down at his mate as he scrambled about the room. Flailing his arms around. Adorable. "Get under the bed! Hurry up!" His mate groaned and lightly pushed on his chest. He grumbled and set himself on the floor. Laying himself flat before scooting under. He heard and felt as Stiles fell on the bed. His weight just slightly making the bed bounce a bit before it settled. Ennis heard those same footsteps make their way up the stairs. He heard Stiles blankets shift and he heard as he made his breathing even out. His ears twitched as he heard the man outside the door. The breathing as he opened the door, and after a few long seconds, he closed it again. They both laid and waited as John Stilinski went into his own room. Ennis slowly made his way out from the under the bed and stood at the boy in the bed.

His heart had beat a little faster at the beautiful sight of his mate. His shirt had ridden up to show a pale stripe of skin and line of dark hair that led into his baggy bottoms. He quickly looked back at his mate's face and saw the boy watching him. His mate sighed before scooting over and making room. Ennis took the opportunity and laid on the bed, looking up at the ceiling as he listened to his mate's breathing. Ears twitching as his mate's softer voice floated through his ears.

"My name is Stiles. What's yours? I can't keep on calling you big scary Alpha." Ennis felt his lips quirk up into a smile and he almost laughed at his mate's shocked face. He glanced over at him before looking back up at the ceiling. Carefully looking around the room and seeing all of the video game poster and stacks of papers, comics books, and old worn out books through about the room. Most in a clustered mess on the desk.

"Ennis. You are my mate." Ennis heard his mate's breath hitch and his heart stutter at that.

Stiles

Stiles stared at the man for a second. His breath lodged in his throat as he looked at the man. And the man, the Alpha eventually looked back at him too. He was slightly scared. What did that exactly mean? He wasn't scared of dying, no. He knew that his mate would never hurt him and his veins were filled with power enough to last him a life time. No, he wasn't scared of that. He was simply scared of what that had all entailed. His lips gaped open for a minute before closing, and then opening one more time. And then he sputtered out nonsense.

"What do you mean- are you going to take me away? Lock me in a tower and not allow any one to see me? Oh God you are, aren't you? I know wolves are territorial but damn. I need my space. I need-" He was cut off by a look the man, Ennis, his supposed mate was giving him.

"No. You are simply mine. We were meant for each other." Ennis answered simply. Stiles bristled slightly at the thought of belonging to someone like some toy or object. But the meant for each other part wasn't all that bad. He chewed on his lip. Eyes darting around before looking back at Ennis. Flushing, making his pale cheeks turn slightly pink, to see the man already starting at him. He had a look in his eyes. A look that both scared Stiles and also frightened him at the same time. And now, he could see how the man was an Alpha. His gaze was predatory. Body built for leading and simply protecting. He was larger than Derek. A thing he would have never thought he would see in his life. Still, Ennis didn't look all that like the sourwolf. His eyes seemed kinder, which he would have thought differently simply because he was in the Alpha Pack.

"Uh, are you sure about that dude? Because you know, not exactly werewolf material. No muscles and stuff." Stiles let out a nervous laugh as he saw the man's gaze harden. His eyes flicking to watch as one of the man's large hands raise. He flinched. Thinking he would be hit. But the blow never came. Instead he felt a warm palm on his cheek. Calloused fingers stroking his cheek bone. He nearly sighed at how comforting that felt. And he unconsciously nuzzled closer to that hand. Making a broad smile cross Ennis' face.

Stiles realized that he rather liked the smile that over took the man's face. It seemed like he never made any one smile or laugh besides Peter and Isaac and his father. Plus the fact that Ennis seemed like the type of guy to not really do anything besides brood and sulk and scowl. Which was eerily similar to how Derek always is. Stiles internally shivered of the two werewolves being actually friends if they were human and didn't want to rip one anther's throats out. That made him think of Isaac and Peter. What would they do if they just came into his room right now and saw him cuddling up to their supposed enemy? The outcome probably wouldn't be very good. He could see Peter growling and snarling and coming up with some witty comment, since he seemed as if he adopted Stiles as his step son already. And Isaac would probably huff and bristle like the little puppy he is and try to protect Stiles.

He sighed. What about his father even? He wasn't to keen on werewolves, besides Peter, because of all the things that had happened to Stiles while he was around them. He didn't particularly liked how Stiles told him how sourwolf would push him into the walls and how he would threaten to rip his throat out. Stiles closed his eyes. The image of his father with his shotgun pointed out Derek had him nearly laughing. He kept it in though, not wanting have Ennis think he was laughing at him or something. Speaking of Ennis, the Alpha was currently rubbing a calloused thumb across his cheek bone.

"Trust me, you are definitely Alpha mate material." Stiles flushed at those words and opened his eyes. Shaking his head and breathlessly laughing as he looked at Ennis. Practically feeling the other man's laughter as his chest rumbled. The sound was comforting to Stiles' ears. He happened to like the sound. It was relaxing. His eyes drooped tiredly and he groggily registered that he was then pressed against a strong and firm chest. His head tucked into the crook of the man's neck and shoulder. "Sleep." Ennis' voice was right by his ear. He shivered at the closeness of the man and slowly pressed closer to him. Cheeks flaming as the man once again chuckle at his embarrassment. That was the last thing he heard before he drifted into sleep. And he admitted to himself that he wouldn't mind hearing the man laugh more often. He would never admit that out loud though.

And there it is! Sorry if this isn't that organized. My mind is a little scatter brained at is about 3 am right now. So I am a little bit sleepy and really wanting to take a nap. I hope you review because I am still trying to figure out what exactly I want to do with this story. Should I make it like a three some relationship between Derek/Stiles/Ennis, or keep it Ennis and Stiles.. maybe even Isaac and Derek? I don't know. I would appreciate if you guys told me your thoughts though! Thank you for reading and I hope this story is added to your Subscription list.