The Hunter and His Beautiful Beasts, a teen wolf fanfic

Teen Wolf || Stetopher || The Hunter and His Beautiful Beasts || Stetopher || Teen Wolf

Title: The Hunter and His Beautiful Beasts – How Chris Embraced His Inner Monsterfucker

Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, Pack Alpha Peter, Nogitsune Stiles, explicit intercourse, anal, knotting

Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale

Prompts: monster sex / size difference / inhuman parts

Summary: Chris reflects on his attraction to the more monstrous parts of his lovers.

The Hunter and His Beautiful Beasts

How Chris Embraced His Inner Monsterfucker

Christopher Alexander Argent was a monsterfucker and he had no idea how it had happened.

He used to be a normal, respectable man. Had a wife and a kid and a white picket fence. Sure, his sex life had never been what the kids called vanilla, him and Victoria had gone rough and dirty too, but he still thought he'd been pretty tame, nothing too out of the norm.

With an Alpha werewolf sprawled out beneath him, legs spread, one hooked around Chris' waist as the hunter fucked hard into him, Chris knew he was no longer tame or inside the norm. And that wasn't about fucking a guy, or even generally about the werewolf part. It was about just how much he was into the werewolf part. Peter was growling, clawed hands pressing against Chris' chest, the claws not breaking skin because his wolf had impeccable control, but still a pressure against Chris' skin, a reminder that they were there, that the man he was fucking was more than just a man. Was a wolf too. Chris growled and leaned down to kiss Peter, his tongue tracing the sharpened edges of his lover's fangs, careful not to cut himself. Peter growled right back.

"Big, bad Alpha wolf," Chris whispered teasingly. "Mewling like a kitten for the hunter."

Predictably, that got him a snarl from Peter. Blazing red eyes, fangs fully lengthened. The Alpha inside him objecting to any suggestion that he may submit. Chris loved just how differently his lovers reacted to dirty talk. While Stiles would make cute, embarrassed noises at it, occasionally even blush, depending on how filthy Peter and Chris got, Peter would get riled up at it, protest with fangs and claws. Not that it worked on Chris. Or, at least it didn't work as a discouragement. If anything, it had the opposite effect. Chris loved when his wolf let go like that, showed that wild side of his, showed what a powerful predator he was. Groaning, Chris thrust deeper, loving his lover's tightness, loving that this powerful predator willingly and eagerly spread his legs for Chris.

"Christopher," Peter gasped out when Chris hit his prostate.

Chris smirked down at Peter and then kissed him again, rolling his hips just right, pushing against Peter's prostate again and again until the wolf came hard. Chris wrapped his fingers tightly around the base of Peter's dick to accommodate the Alpha's knot, his thrusts stuttering at how overwhelmingly good it felt when Peter tightened up around him like that. Half a thrust later, Chris hit his own orgasm and collapsed breathlessly on his wolf's chest.

"Stiles is going to pout about missing this," Peter mused, running his claws through Chris' hair. "You know how much he loves to watch when you fuck me."

"Mh," Chris grunted pleased, resting his face on Peter's chest. "He loves seeing our big, strong Alpha fall apart just as much as me, even if he's not into topping. And you are oh-so pretty when you do, wolf. All open and gorgeous, just for me."

He lazily dragged his lips along Peter's collarbone, even as the wolf growled lowly in warning. Chris' dick twitched at the growl, earning him an exasperated huff from Peter. It wasn't Chris' fault that the parts of his lovers that others shied away from, that were meant to intimidate, were breathtaking and made lust stir in Chris. He leaned up to capture Peter's lips. No, not his fault at all.

/break\

Chris was bleeding pretty badly, one hand pressed against the gash in his side, while pushing himself off the ground with his other hand. The creature that had torn into him was turning toward him now to finish the job. Chris' gun was out of reach. His heartbeat picked up for only a moment, before a shadow leaped over him and landed between Chris and the creature. The shadow took a clearer shape and nine tails whipped around in front of him. Relief filled Chris when one of the nine tails briefly wrapped around his ankle, as much as a shadow could do that.

The shadow fox attacked with vicious efficiency, slashing and tearing into the creature with fangs and claws until only unmoving pieces remained. And still the snarling didn't stop, the tearing didn't stop. Breathing deep through the pain, Chris forced himself and walked over to the fox.

"It's dead, Stiles. You killed it. It's okay, you did it, you can calm down now."

The beautiful Nogitsune before him snarled at him for a moment when Chris touched his shoulder, pure instinct as he was still in a fighting reflex. His eyeballs and irises were pitch-black, only a silver slit of pupil that immediately focused on Chris. The pretty bow-shaped lips were pulled up to reveal unnaturally long and sharp teeth. The hand that was raised to attack was dripping with their enemy's blood, but even beneath that, Chris could see its unnatural coloring. His nails were sharp and long, much longer than a wolf's claws, black like dipped in ink, all the way to his knuckles. The shadows were drawn around Stiles' eyes too, deep black like that smokey-eye thing that Lydia sometimes put on Allison when the girls went out clubbing together. And then there were the tails, of course. Not real, physical tails, but Stiles' shadow, changing shape to reflect the fox he was now.

As soon as those black and silver eyes zeroed in on Chris did the hostility leave his face. The snarl eased off, the narrowed pupils dilated contently, the raised hand was lowered. Stiles' nose twitched as he sniffed the air, sniffed Chris. He made a soft clicking noise with his tongue.

"Yeah, kit, it's me, I'm alright, you killed the thing that attacked me," Chris whispered warmly, reaching a hand out slowly for Stiles to sniff. "C'mere, baby, everything is alright. You can relax."

Stiles brushed his cheek against the offered hand and made the cute clicking noise again. His hands reached out for Chris and sharp claws easily cut the remands of Chris' shirt off, soft hands pushing Chris' aside so the fox could inspect the wound. Chris rested a gentle hand on Stiles' head, patting his hair softly while Stiles nuzzled against his side. A soft tongue darted out and started lapping at the wound. At first, Chris squirmed on instinct, but Stiles' dark warning growl and his inhumanly strong grip on Chris' waist quickly stopped him. Rationally speaking, he knew that the Nogitsune's saliva had healing properties, but it still would never stop being weird to have Stiles lick him after battle. Slowly, he sat back down on the asphalt and resigned himself to his fate.

"Chris! Chr… Oh, good. Stiles got to you first," Peter came running toward them. "I heard you scream and I tried to get to you, but I had three of these things on me. Are you alright?"

Peter's steps slowed down when Stiles' growling picked up again. Sighing, Chris resumed the patting he'd been doing earlier to sooth their fox a little. Peter approached more cautiously, but the growling just got darker, until Stiles saw himself forced to raise his head so he could snarl at what his instincts currently perceived as a threat; a powerful Alpha wolf. Peter held his gaze, eyes flashing red and a dark warning growl of his own building in his chest. Chris leaned back, watching the display of power and fight over him with hooded eyes, dick slowly filling. Which was a miracle, because he was fairly sure there shouldn't be enough blood left in his body to do so.

When Stiles' snarling didn't stop did Peter bare his own fangs, the growl growing louder, demanding the fox's submission. Three of Stiles' tails were possessively curled around Chris. Only when Peter reached out to grasp Stiles by the scruff of his neck did the fox slowly calm down. He keened softly and nuzzled against Peter's thigh for a moment before returning to his task. Pleased by their fox's submission did Peter go and sit down behind Chris, so he could pull the hunter against his chest and allow Chris a more comfortable position.

"If you could perhaps stop being turned on when Stiles' fox and my wolf clash, that would be splendid, darling," Peter drawled pointedly. "It is wildly distracting."

"If you two stop looking hot when doing that, sure," Chris huffed back. "C'mere, baby, that's enough, you did great. It already stopped bleeding. There's nothing else you can do. But you need to turn back so we can get me to Melissa to get properly patched up. Can you do that, kit?"

The fox stared at him for a long moment, before the black bled out of his eyes, revealed the beautiful honey-whiskey doe-eyes that Chris and Peter loved so much. The tails melted back onto the ground, resuming the shape of their boy again, like a normal shadow. Stiles gasped out a half sob before collapsing against Chris' chest. Both Chris and Peter hugged him tightly.

"I got," Stiles forced out. "I got really scared when its claws dug into, it looked like it was tearing you apart. I didn't… I couldn't… You know you're not allowed to get hurt!"

He lifted his head to snarl at Chris, but even on his human face there was something inhuman to it nowadays. Ever since they'd exorcised the Nogitsune, Stiles had its knowledge and power to tap into. The demon was gone, it had no control over Stiles, but when Stiles shifted, he was easily overwhelmed by the instincts of his new shape, even more so when one of his mates got hurt.

"I know, baby, I'm sorry," Chris kissed Stiles softly. "But I'm fine. You saved me. Thank you."

Stiles hummed, nodding pleased, before he leaned over to kiss Peter. "Sorry for snarling at you, Alpha. I know you're not a threat. I know you're mine, but I just…"

"It's quite alright, darling," Peter chuckled, giving Stiles' neck a soothing squeeze. "It's instincts. I'd never hold it against you to follow your instincts, especially when it's as basic an instinct as protecting your injured mate. It just took your fox a moment to recognize me, but it did."

Stiles relaxed against them, enough to feel Chris' half-hard cock against his thigh. "…"

"Yeah, yeah, I know 'no sex when you are injured, Christopher'," Chris muttered with a glare. "But you two are going to put on a show for me. After we get back from Melissa's."

/break\

Chris smiled pleased where he laid comfortably propped up on multiple pillows, with Stiles' head in his lap. The boy was on all four, ass up and with Peter's clawed hands on his hips. Chris loved how small and sweet Stiles looked beneath the Alpha like that, with Peter pounding into him hard and merciless, the way Stiles liked the most. It was near jarring to link the pale, pliant boy to the ruthless fox from the battlefield. But then this soft side of Stiles'? That wholly belonged to Peter and Chris, nobody else got to see Stiles like that. The boy whined softly when Peter fucked particularly deep into him. Stiles' soft cock was swaying beneath him, unable to get hard for a third time after Peter already fucked two orgasms out of their boy. A broken, needy noise indicated that Peter's knot had just caught, tying the two together. Peter growled pleased and bent over Stiles, covering the boy's entire frame with his own body, and biting down on Stiles' neck.

"That's for your defiance earlier, my pretty little fox," Peter whispered. "You're mine."

"Ours," Chris corrected with a raised eyebrow and an unimpressed stare.

Stiles was beyond words and just gasped softly for breath, blissfully fucked out, earning a proud smirk with too many fangs from Peter. Yes, Chris was a monsterfucker. And a monsterlover. And he wouldn't want it any other way. He carefully pulled both his beautiful beasts closer to him.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: So I took smutty prompts the other day, over on tumblr (come visit me at takaraphoenix) and decided to let Chris fully embrace his inner monsterfucker on this one and play more with Nogitsune!Stiles ;D