Guns and Gags Chapter 3: The Conversation, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: Guns and Gags – The Wolf, the Hunter and their Bambi

Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, AU, Spark Stiles, magic, mutual pining, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, knotting, BDSM, bondage, gags, kneeling, sex toys, collars, spanking, size queen Stiles

Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles

Side Pairings: Scott/Allison, Jackson/Lydia, Boyd/Erica

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd III, Isaac Lahey

Summary: Peter owns a sex shop, Chris owns a gun shop and they're located right next to each other. They're also happily married and looking for a cute sub to add to their relationship. Stiles is a deputy who regularly comes into Chris' shop and Chris knows he's perfect for them – but Peter is also convinced that one of his customers, whom he only calls Bambi, would be perfect for them.

Guns and Gags

The Wolf, the Hunter and their Bambi

Chapter 3: The Conversation

"What the fuck just happened," Chris' voice was bewildered.

His eyes darted between the slumped over form of Stiles and the small jungle that was their window-sill. Peter however couldn't tear his eyes aware from Stiles. His mouth was dry and his belly was filled with fire. Carefully did he approach Stiles and tilt the boy's head back, checking his breathing and pulse. Unconscious. He brushed the boy's hair out of his face gently.

"When you said 'not human', you were… severely downplaying what you are," Peter whispered.

"Peter," Chris growled, motioning at the plants. "What. The. Hell."

"He's a Spark," Peter replied in a soft voice while gathering Stiles up in his arms.

Chris stared after him in shock, before shaking it off and following. "A Spark? That can't be. There is no Spark in Beacon County. Not since the Nemeton was cut seventy years ago."

Peter hummed his agreement. "Do you think I don't know that? I'm a Hale."

Predictably, Chris flinched at the reminder. Their family history would always be a touchy subject. Still, it bore pointing out here. For centuries, the Hale Pack had worked with the Spark of Beacon County to protect the lands. The loss of the Nemeton, the loss of a Spark, Peter had often blamed it for his family's death. If they still had a strong enough Nemeton to choose a Spark, if the Hale Pack would have had a real Spark at their side, a powerful magic user, maybe they would have lived.

"I don't know how this is possible, but you saw his eyes," Peter continued, in a softer voice. "They were turquoise. Sparks are the only supernatural creatures with eyes that color. Besides, you saw his magic. Natural magic. No potions, spells, runes. Just his will. Sparks are the only natural magic users in existence, all others are humans who merely borrow magic from nature. He didn't borrow it from nature, he gave it to nature – he revived our dead plants."

The grunt from Chris signaled that the hunter found it hard to argue with him. Good. Because Peter was right. Their boy was a Spark. The rarest, most powerful creature Peter had ever gotten to meet. Peter smiled as he placed his Bambi on their bed, pulling the boy's shoes off.

"This…" Chris blinked repeatedly, staring at Stiles. "I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything and come to bed, Christopher," Peter prompted.

He kicked his own shoes off and shed his jacket before laying down on his side of the bed. He gave his husband a pointed look, before Chris heaved a defeated sigh and went to his side of the bed, Stiles safely tucked between the both of them. Their boy was peacefully asleep by now.

/break\

Chris was running his fingers through Stiles' hair. It was as soft as it looked, he noted pleased. The boy had his head resting on Chris' chest, still asleep. Peter was curled against Stiles' back, for three reasons. His possessive wolf needed to make Stiles smell as much like himself as possible, his protective wolf wanted to make sure Stiles was guarded from all sides by the both of them, and his horny damn wolf was enjoying the feeling of Stiles' tempting ass against his crotch. Chris knew.

It was when Peter stilled that Chris realized their boy was waking up. Stiles stretched, yawning. Neither Peter nor Chris could bring themselves to let go of Stiles though. If anything, Peter nuzzled even closer, dragging his nose over the span of Stiles' neck.

"I swear I'm not a danger," Stiles blurted out as soon as he opened his eyes.

"...That is one way to say 'good morning'," Chris chuckled amused. "Good morning, doll."

Stiles wiggled, until Peter let go of him, though the Alpha wolf looked grumpy and displeased about it. At least did their boy not try to bolt right away. He just sat up, crossing his legs. There was an embarrassed look on his face before Stiles rubbing it.

"I haven't had an involuntary magic discharge like that since I was sixteen," Stiles grunted in frustration. "I need you to know that I have better control than that. That I'm not a danger."

"We believe you," Chris assured him. "You were trying to tell us to let you go. Because you felt the build-up and wanted to get out, right?"

Reluctantly, Stiles nodded. "Yeah. But then you had to go ahead and say stuff."

"Would you explain to us what exactly happened?" Peter requested, his voice gentle. "Because if you felt the build-up before, why were you out and about anyway…?"

The look on Stiles' face was simply withering as he glared at Peter. "Sure. Not gonna be more humiliating than what I did in your living room, and that wasn't even the fun kind of humiliation."

Peter's eyes flashed red at the boy's words and Chris had to adjust himself too, both of which Stiles did not notice, the Spark just barreled on. "I went out specifically because I felt the build-up. I know how to deal with an overflow of magic. Either with a good, hard fight – and thankfully nothing has attacked Beacon Hills in a while – or with a good, hard fuck."

This time, Peter's red eyes were accompanied with a growl. Chris reached out to rest a hand on his husband's thigh to keep him from jumping their boy. Which was getting more and more impossible.

Stiles rubbed his face, glaring at Peter in a very ineffective manner, considering how red his cheeks were. "I figured an Alpha wolf would be able to fuck the magic right out of me. That's why I called Allison – oh god, I am dreading the conversation I'll have to have with her – to come as my moral support when I'd go and ask my crush out. Because… Because the build-up has been getting more… concerning. I didn't want to, I figured you're so far out of my league I mean have you seen yourself, fuck. But, yeah, I came to ask if you wanted to fuck me."

"I've been constantly thinking about it for months, thanks for asking."

The grin on Peter's face was all fangs and the shudder he got from Stiles was very interesting. Their boy really was into the idea of getting fucked by a wolf. Chris furrowed his brows and reached his free hand out to rest on Stiles' hand, gaining the boy's attention.

"Peter and I have a polyamorous relationship," Chris spoke softly. "However, the way we handle things is that we only take partners that we share. Not to put a damper on things, but considering I know how much my husband wants you and what you just admitted… We need to talk about whether or not you would be okay with being with me too."

"And I need you to remember that I can detect lies," Peter raised his eyebrows. "We're not going to take you to bed if you just agree because you want to be with me. We only take willing partners."

The look on Stiles' face was hard to read as he stared from Peter to Chris. "Are you kidding me, I wanted to climb you like a tree since the first time Ally took me to your shop. Fuck. The only reason I never flirted with you and didn't consider seducing you was because, unlike with Peter, I actually knew that you were married and I don't do cheating. But fuck yeah do I want you. You two have been starring in pretty much every jerk-off fantasy of mine for months, and that was before I knew you two were married, now you unlocked a whole new plethora of fantasies of you two together instead of just sharing me, I mean holy shit, do you know how hot you are individually? I think my brain might melt if I saw you two making out."

Peter's eyes were intense, ice-blue and cutting straight into Stiles' soul. "So you want me, you want my husband and we both want you. Sounds to me like we got the biggest hurdle out of the way…"

A wolfish grin spread over his lips as he leaned forward, resting a hand on Stiles' thigh. Stiles blinked up at the Alpha with big eyes before very deliberately grabbing Peter's wrist and removing his hand. Even though he desperately wanted Peter's hands on him.

"Oh, there are so many more things we need to talk about first," Stiles huffed amused, eyes wandering to Chris for a second. "Especially when Chris is part of the equation."

Chris raised both his eyebrows at that. "What does that mean."

"It means," Stiles heaved a deep sigh as he leaned forward a little. "It means that we need to have a conversation before anything of any sorts can happen. Having maybe-some-strings-attached sex with the Alpha of a neighboring pack was one thing, but… You should know who I am."

"You're a Spark," Peter's eyes flashed red with want and greed. "Which was quite the surprise. And is quite the turn-on, I'll not lie. You're… powerful."

"He likes power," Chris quipped, motioning at his husband.

Stiles huffed out a laugh and shook his head. "I'm the Spark of Beacon County, yes. I am also the Emissary of the McCall Pack."

"Makes sense," Chris grunted. "I knew you were Scott's best friend. I assumed you were human, so I wasn't sure if you were in the know. But if you're a magic user, it figures you're in your best friend's pack and function as his Emissary, then."

"Interesting," Peter tilted his head. "That… does make things a little more complicated, perhaps. It's not very traditional to be courting another pack's Emissary, especially for an Alpha."

Stiles choked on his next words and changed directions instantly. "Court?!"

"Darling," Peter's voice was a purr as he put his hand back on Stiles' thigh, leaning in. "If I can have you, I'll not let you go that easily again, unless you explicitly tell me to."

With a quick glance did Stiles check that Chris seemed completely not thrown by this statement. "As I told you before you… revived our plants and passed out… Peter and I are looking for a more permanent partner. And we both found you and thought you were perfect for us. Now that it turns out we both chose the same person, it's hard to argue how perfect you are for us, doll."

Okay. Stiles slumped just a little, rubbing his face. He thought he'd get sex out of this. In no reality had he expected a boyfriend, much less two, much much less two men willing to actually court him.

"That… That is a whole other conversation to be had then," Stiles sighed and massaged his temples. "That wasn't what I wanted to talk about right now though. I… I do think I need you to know that I didn't end up in the Silver Arrow by chance, that first time."

"No, you didn't. Ally practically dragged you in," Chris chuckled fondly at the memory.

"That wasn't by chance either. Neither was me meeting Allison," Stiles looked up at Chris with sharp, serious eyes. "I went to investigate the new Argent in my territory."

There was a tenseness between the three of them with these words and he could see how Peter took Chris' in support. Stiles looked at the mated pair with calculating eyes.

"Don't get me wrong," Stiles furrowed his brows. "I've been keeping tabs on you since you got back from France four years ago. But you live in Silver Lake and though also Beacon County, I didn't consider you an immediate problem of mine. Until Allison came to Beacon Hills for college and had my Alpha fall madly in love with her. So I got to know her and weaseled my way into meeting you. To make sure that neither of you are a threat to Scott, or our pack."

"What… What kind of experiences do you have with my family to feel that way."

Chris looked troubled and guilty, near wrecked and it made Stiles feel a bit bad. "Your ex-wife, your sister and your father have all, on various occasions, tried to kill me and my pack. A couple times they came pretty close. When you didn't go after any wolves in Silver Lake after moving there, I eased off a little, but, again, Allison moving to Beacon Hills and the quick romance her and Scott fell into? I had to make sure it wasn't all a ploy to get either Scott or me or both of us."

Chris nodded, a shaky motion, and ran his free hand over his face. "I left my family when Allison was small. When the… The Hale Fire. When my sister set the fire, I turned my back on my family, because that's… that's not what the Argents should stand for. We moved to France, to live with distant relatives of my mother's. But Ally always wanted to get back to the US, never stopped missing home. I never… got her involved in any of this."

"Yeah, I know," Stiles' lips twisted into a smile of sorts. "I did investigate. Had to make sure. I quickly realized that you were off the hunter track yourself. And then, uh, well, then I started just coming because I like you, liked spending time with you at your range. But yeah, if this is gonna be anything, I don't want to keep it from you that I did first reach out in my capacity of Spark and Emissary to make sure you aren't a threat."

He knew about the Hales, of course. Peter, Laura, Derek and Cora. The only surviving Hales who had left Beacon Hills after the fire, moved over to the next town for a new start – still within Hale territory, the preserve stretching all the way between Beacon Hills and Silver Lake, but far enough to allow a fresh start without burdens of the past. Stiles was glad that him and his pack had managed to take care of the Argents before they'd found the surviving Hales. He knew Kate had her eyes on Derek Hale, before Stiles had cut her throat atop the Nemeton. Which…

"I also killed your sister," Stiles blinked repeatedly. "That should maybe not have come as an afterthought, but yeah. She was… They'd come back when Beacon Hills got a new Alpha, when Scott became Alpha. She thought we could lead them to the surviving Hales. She'd figured out where they were, but before she could leave Beacon Hills, I… killed her."

Chris pulled his hand out of Peter's so he could rub his face with both hands. "Okay."

"Okay?" Stiles asked softly, unsure.

"I know what she was, how… twisted she'd become," Chris sighed, looking at Stiles, sad and exhausted. "I have been mourning my sister, the little girl who'd run after me like a lost puppy and loved to draw and tell stories, since I left for France."

Stiles' eyes softened as he reached out to rest a comforting hand on Chris' thigh. "Okay."

"So you came here for the first time to investigate, but you stuck around because you like Chris. And me, I suppose," Peter changed the conversation, a mild smile on his lips. "I don't see a problem with that. You were trying to protect your territory, your pack. That's instinct. As long as you kept coming back because you like us and are here, right now, for that same reason."

A startled laugh came from Stiles. "You are taking this way too easily, Peter."

"I have wanted you for months, Bambi," Peter's eyes shone read as he leaned in, caging Stiles against the headboard between his arms. "I have shown impeccable self-control by not bending you over my counter and fucking you in front of customers so far. When you came into my shop to buy the knotting dildo, truly, I should have gotten a fucking medal for the self-control I displayed."

Stiles flushed furiously, his pulse picking up and his dick growing a little hard, and even harder when Peter flashed a grin that was all fangs. He had the impulse to pull the Alpha into a kiss until neither of them had any breath left, so instead he pushed Peter away.

"Yeah, not done with the conversation part of this," Stiles muttered with a frown. "I can absolutely not have you distract me like that by being all… Peter…"

"Okay," Chris' voice was gentle. "What else do you need from us, sugar?"

Stiles hummed softly, feeling all warm and pleased at the pet-names they kept using. "You said you want to court me because you think I'm perfect for you, but I think that, to determine that, we have to talk about a whole different set of boundaries first. I did just want to have sex with Peter today, because honestly I was on a time-crunch and didn't think my magic would allow for much… negotiating and talking about boundaries. There is… uh… other things… I want…"

A pretty blush lit up his face and Chris smirked as he reached out to cup Stiles' face. "You're a sub. I admit, I didn't see it before, but earlier today, you reacted very prettily to my dom voice."

The small noise escaping Stiles at that was fully unpreventable. "So… not a no on that front?"

"A very enthusiastic yes on that front," Peter offered with a head tilt. "Both Christopher and I are doms. It's a funny story, actually, it's how we first met. At a club that had a sub's choice masked event and we both laid eyes on the same pretty little sub. In the end, we were competing for his attention so much, we… didn't even notice he slipped away, and in the end, we took each other home and fucked about it."

He turned to look at Chris fondly, who returned the gaze, until both were startled out of the memory by Stiles' loud laughter. "You have got to be fucking kidding me."

"Mh," Chris chuckled. "It's the main reason we opened our relationship, inviting subs in."

"No, the…" Stiles was actually wiping tears away from the corners of his eyes. "Fuck. That's why you looked kind of vaguely familiar. I mean, in all fairness, that was four years ago and it was only one night and the club's lighting is very blue-tinted-"

"What are you talking about?" Peter asked confused.

"The sub," Stiles' laughter dimmed down to an amused smile as he looked at them. "Was he perhaps wearing a black fox mask, with Alpha-red symbols on it?"

"How do you…" Chris trailed off, eyes widening. "That was you?"

"Yeah," Stiles was still chuckling. "I let two of my packmates drag me all the way to Silver Lake for the BDSM club. Because a good scene can help me channel and calm my magic too. But I considered that night such a bust, after the two doms I thought whose attention I had seemed more interested in competing with each other than wooing me, that I never really went back."

Peter grunted, blinking at him stunned. "So, if we had played our cards right, all three of us could have ended up in bed together that night, then?"

"Not a fan of what ifs," Stiles shrugged a little. "I was a barely graduated eighteen year old back then, I would absolutely not have been ready for some kind of polyamorous relationship involving an Alpha werewolf and an Argent – because all the… trauma around your family was a little too fresh back then for me to see you as anything but an Argent. I'm twenty-two now, went to therapy about the trauma, and am in a more stable point in my life."

"So you're saying you would be ready for a polyamorous relationship involving an Alpha werewolf and an Argent now?" Chris asked, one eyebrow cocked curiously.

Taking a shaky breath, Stiles reached out to take the hunter's hand. "Yes. Maybe, I can't promise anything, I've never done something like this before. But I… would definitely like to see where this can go, because I… do have feelings for the both of you."

"That's all we're asking for right now, darling," Peter whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to Stiles' cheek. "Let's give this a try and see where it can go. Courting isn't a guaranteed commitment, you can back out of it at any point, but we would still like to make our intentions clear by courting you."

"Okay," Stiles whispered, biting his lips. "But we still got the BDSM conversation."

Heaving a defeated sigh, Peter threw himself onto the bed with his arms spread. "So much talking, so little touching. When I dragged you into Christopher's store, I had hoped to have you naked and spread out on my knot within the hour."

Stiles sputtered and flushed, turning toward Chris, who simply laughed. "I'm not particularly fond of bottoming and I draw the line at knotting. Another reason why we invite others into our relationship, because we do both prefer to top, though we switch with each other."

"Oh, I love getting dicked down," Stiles blurted out, eyes large.

"As I said, you are perfect," Peter stated, motioning at all of Stiles.

Stiles snorted fondly before he laid down next to Peter, resting his head on the Alpha's chest. That seemed to appease the wolf some. Stiles appreciated how Peter had said too little touching. He didn't protest the conversation because he was horny necessarily (though the Alpha was also very clearly horny), but because he was a wolf who had chosen a potential mate and his instincts made him want to touch Stiles and cover him in the Alpha's scent. And that, Stiles thought, was something they could do while talking. Chris was quick to follow Stiles' lead, taking the spot on Peter's other side so he could look at Stiles.

"Are we doing the fun bits first or the unpleasant bits?" Stiles asked. "Favorites or hard limits?"

"Favorites first," Peter purred. "I want to hear what you enjoy the most, sweetheart."

"Kneeling," Stiles hummed for a moment. "It's probably my favorite. My old mentor tried to teach me how to meditate to focus my magic, but that fully did not work. Kneeling, weirdly enough, did do that for me though. So, sometimes, I just… need that, for my magic alone."

"Oh, you would look lovely on your knees for us," Peter's voice grew even darker.

"Impact play," Stiles continued after a moment. "I figured out that spankings are a very effective way for me to rid myself of excess magic. Pain forces my magic to try and heal me. I'm not into extreme kind of pain play, but I find spankings… very enjoyable, on top of their usefulness."

Chris reached one arm out over Peter to curve around Stiles' waist and cup his ass. "I would love to get my hands on you, doll. See you squirm all day with the reminder…"

Stiles' breath hitched a little at that, his heartbeat picking up. "Okay. Good. Awesome. I, uh, I also like praise. A lot. I mean, a lot a lot."

"Well," Chris tilted his head thoughtfully. "If you're good for us, I don't see why we shouldn't shower you with praise. You'll just have to be good for us, doll."

Stiles keened softly at that. "I'll be so good for you."

"We have no doubt about it," Peter growled, eyes dark with lust. "Do you have any idea how much of a turn-on it is that someone as powerful as you wants to submit to me? Wants to give up control to me? I promise you, I'll be worthy of that trust and I'll be just as good for you, love."

Chris huffed and elbowed his husband. "We both will, you know."

"Good," Stiles grinned pleased. "What about you? What are your favorites?"

"Bondage," Chris was the first to reply. "I love the rig work, I love a pretty boy all tied up. Peter doesn't… like, being tied up. The Alpha in him protests giving up that much control."

Peter hummed his confirmation. "My favorite thing is claiming. Leaving pretty bruises of my finger-prints behind, bite-marks and hickeys. My wolf loves staking its claim. And if I can have you on a more permanent base, I would love to put a pretty collar around that pretty neck of yours."

A clawed finger trailed along Stiles' throat, Peter's eyes flashing red. Stiles swallowed hard.

"Okay, never done that before, the collar thing, or the marking thing beyond, you know, a more casual kind of hickey-leaving," Stiles flushed. "But I'm more than happy to try."

"Spankings too," Chris grinned. "So I'm very pleased you brought them up first. They're a shared favorite of ours. Peter loves the claim of the red hand-prints and I love having a pretty boy squirming and sobbing on my lap, promising to be good for me."

"I could do that," Stiles stared at Chris eager and doe-eyed. "I mean, I would totally be a brat before that, which would probably earn me the spanking in the first place so I guess that works out well, but I'd be so good for you after."

Peter snorted softly, tracing Stiles' face with his fingers. "What about hard limits? As Christopher just told you, I don't do being tied up myself. Though I don't mind the visual, on a willing partner for Chris to work his magic on."

The playfulness left Stiles, his expression somber when he looked at the two. This was the part of the conversation he hadn't looked forward to. He was aware how important it was, of course, he wasn't a newbie to these things, but some things, he still had trouble talking about.

"My biggest hard limit is probably electricity," Stiles furrowed his brows. "That's… not just a limit, it's a trigger for me. If that's something you guys are into with each other, and I know some wolves are really into it since it heightens sensations by dulling your healing, but I can't… be a part of that, at all, because there lay flashbacks and panic attacks and all that fun stuff."

"Do… you want to tell us about that?" Chris asked in a soft voice. "You don't have to, if you don't want to or don't feel ready to talk about it, but I need you to know that we would want to know these things about you. Also because knowing specifics will help us watch out for triggers too."

For a very long moment did Stiles just regard him, eyes hooded, a detached look in them.

"The summer that your family came back to Beacon Hills," Stiles spoke in a factual manner, tryint to remove himself from his emotions. "Gerard didn't like that there were werewolves in Beacon Hills again. Not after your sister did such a good job of killing nearly all Hales. They hunted my pack. Captured two… two good friends of mine. The hunters had them strung up in the basement, electricity coursing through their bodies to keep them human."

The look on his face grew more detached again, his eyes glazing over. "They captured me too. The… The friends of my, they left Beacon Hills as soon as we got out of that basement, as soon as they got me to a hospital, they both ran, to find a safer, better place, and I can't blame them. We were just kids, we never thought it would be… like this. They got out of this hell town."

Stiles rubbed his face and took a shaky breath. "Your father tortured us in that damn basement, for hours. I will never forget the looks on Boyd and Erica's faces every time he turned up the electricity. I'll never forget the feeling of the shocks when I tried to get them down from there, out of there, that was more painful than Gerard's steel-cap shoes hitting my ribs."

Chris flinched away at that, gripping Peter's hand so tight, if his husband were human, his hand would break. As it was, Peter simply squeezed back and held him close, his other arm pulling Stiles just as close, nose buried in Stiles' hair. Comforting.

"Boyd and Erica," Peter whispered after a long moment. "You are the one who was in the basement with them. We know this story, from them."

"Why. How. What," Stiles tilted his head to look up at the Alpha.

"They left Beacon Hills alright," Peter chuckled dryly. "They were also fifteen year old kids with no money, no car and no idea what they were doing. The moment they stumbled into my territory, me and my pack took care of them. They chose to stay, after they were healed up."

"Oh," Stiles blinked, repeatedly, feeling something odd in his belly, like relief and hope.

"You'll meet them," Peter declared, pressing a kiss to Stiles' head. "We do want to introduce you to our pack. But I think there was a lot that needs to be digested first here-"

"I wasn't done yet," Stiles interrupted with a frown. "I have a… couple issues. Gerard's torture session doesn't even make my top three of traumatic events I lived through."

"Oh, I don't like this," Chris heaved a deep sigh.

"Neither do I," Stiles huffed out a dry laugh. "But if you want not just a relationship with me but to actually… court me, you should know what kind of shit you're getting into there."

Peter sat up, pulling them both along with him, a serious look on his face. "Lay it on us, Bambi."

"I have… Sometimes, I have problems knowing if something is… reality or not," Stiles started slowly. "I was possessed by a Nogitsune and it fucked with my head for months, made nightmares and reality blur to a degree that I sometimes still have problems untangling. So while bondage is okay for me, I do always need the ability to count my fingers. I don't do boxed gloves or anything like that, I need to, at any point in time, be able to check if this is real."

He lifted his right hand and showed them the slow tapping of his thumb against the pads of all his other fingers before pressing against his palm. One, two, three, four, five. Which, come to think of it, was hugely reassuring right now, considering all the bizarre reveals this conversation had brought forth. It felt a little too good to be real. Boyd and Erica were alive, were so close.

"Also, riddles," Stiles made a face. "Don't, uh, don't use riddles in front of me? Not even in a sex way but in a general way. He used to torment me with riddles on end, I… It's a trigger."

"Okay," Chris swallowed hard. "I… I want to say more, I just don't know what."

Stiles could see it on the both of them, there was a deeply seated devastation in their faces, like they were struggling with the things he had been through and wished they could undo them for him. With the smallest smile did Stiles lean over to kiss Peter and then Chris. Nothing wild or passionate, just a gentle press of his lips against theirs. It helped relax them somewhat.

"So…" Stiles pressed his lips together. "Now comes the tough part."

"Now," Peter sounded somewhat wrecked.

A wry smile spread over Stiles' lips. "Yeah. The whole torture and torment stuff is one thing. I don't particularly like talking about it, but it was… things that were done to me and it's… different. The tough part is the thing I got myself into. Before graduation, I was in an abusive relationship with a werewolf. He'd moved to Beacon Hills during our final year and he got into our pack and he was so charming and Scott and I, we just… I was… not in a good mental place to begin with, the possession hadn't been all that long ago, and I fell for his manipulations, for his twisted sweet words and it was… It was bad. Impact play is fun, but I don't do hits in the face, because, well."

"Neither do I," Chris muttered. "It's not about the pain, it's about the submission, for me. I like having my boy willingly on my lap and taking it. I don't slap my partners in the face."

Stiles nodded. "It still needed saying. And. Yeah. I, uh, I like being manhandled? A lot? Werewolf strength is hot? But it can also be… a reminder of Theo, so it's… I can't really predict it, it's happened at weird, unexpected times that it sent me into a panic attack with Jackson before – friend of mine who, together with his mate, used to platonically dom me. I just, I can't tell you what not to do, because I don't really know what will trigger me, but I want you to know that I do like being manhandled but that it may make me panic and that that's not about you, but… him."

Stiles heaved a deep breath and leaned heavily against Peter, who simply kissed the top of his head again and pulled him even closer, until Stiles was actively sitting on the Alpha's lap. Well, now he felt fully exhausted. From the magic discharge and the emotional unloading he'd just done.

"Can we just… Can we just nap?" Stiles asked hopefully, turning to look at them. "I know there's still a lot of details to iron out and more limits to discuss, but I… don't have the space for any more serious conversations, I just want to curl together and nap?"

"That sounds like a wonderful plan, sugar," Chris smiled at him thinly. "Thank you, for telling us all of that. And I think that… I need a moment to digest things too, right now."

Taking a slow, deep breath, Stiles closed his eyes and relaxed against Peter's chest, listening to the Alpha's heart-beat while having both of them touch him in some comforting way. As soon as his heartbeat calmed down and his breathing evened out did Peter pull him even closer in a desperately possessive attempt to shield him from anything that hurt him in the past.

"And here I was afraid our baggage would be too much for him and may scare off my innocent, normal, human deputy crush," Chris muttered. "Turns out he knows about our baggage… a little too personally so… and brings… a whole host of trauma himself."

Peter growled lowly. "You're not changing your mind, are you?"

"Are you crazy?" Chris glared fiercely at his husband. "If anything, this just makes me want to wrap him up in blankets and never let him leave our bedroom again, ever, under any circumstances, so nothing else can harm him again."

That had Peter look more pleased before leaning in and kissing Chris. "Good. Let's do that."

"I think our little Spark might have protests to that," Chris chuckled. "It seems he's quite the fierce, independent fighter. He may not appreciate becoming our kept boy."

"But we could spoil him so good," Peter whined in frustration. "And keep him safe."

Chris laughed softly as he leaned into his mate's side, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. "A compromise: We track down his ex and torture him?"

A contemplative noise came from Peter. "I might be open to that suggestion."

"I wouldn't mind taking some of my old weapons out of retirement for that."

"Mh," Peter looked at him with dark eyes. "Murderous intend looks so hot on you, babe."

Author's note: I was considering having the Nogitsune and Theo be a dramatic reveal later on but this chapter was titled The Conversation and they were conversing so nicely and communicating important shit so clearly, it would have felt wrong to not have Stiles be upfront about it all. Next chapter, we are going to reach the sex and submission part of this "short little PWP oneshot" (I am sooo good at these! /s) :D