Mischief Mondays Chapter 8: Stetopher - Neckz 'n Throats 'n Mates, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: Neckz 'n Throats 'n Mates – Mischief Mondays Series/Stiles' Cherrytober

Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, Neckz 'n Throats AU, the Hale Pack Moves to London, Pack Alpha Peter, hurt/comfort, fluff, f/f, m/f

Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles

Side Pairings: Boyd/Erica, Jackson/Lydia, Malia/Kira

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd III, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Cora Hale, Allison Argent, Malia Tate, Kira Yukimura

Cherrytober Prompt: Photoshoot + Leather

Summary: Peter runs the most prestigious werewolf soft porn magazine. But there's one model he just can't get his hands on; Stiles has been exclusive to True Alpha for all of his career. Until Lydia manages to organize a job interview with Stiles.

Neckz 'n Throats 'n Mates

Mischief Mondays Series/Stiles' Cherrytober

Peter frowned agitated as he entered the building and headed toward his office. He could have had a nice, long lunch of ravishing his mate, but instead he had this ominous job interview. Three days ago, Lydia stated that she had put a potential model into his schedule and that he would have to take the time. Rarely was she that insistent. Peter had no idea why, the name Stilinski didn't ring any bells. Still, he trusted that woman with his schedule, his business and his pack.

Peter had built this business from the ground. After he had left Beacon Hills with his family. His only surviving family, his husband, their children and their now adopted kids, Peter's nieces and nephew, left orphaned by a fire that had killed everyone else in their family. They'd lost everything. Their pack, their home, their family. There was nothing left but ashes.

The only thing that gave Peter the strength to recover were the inherited Alpha Spark he got when his sister died in the flames and the strong pack-bonds to those who survived. For the first time in his life Peter had been grateful that him and his husband hadn't lived in the Pack House, that too many of their pack had been suspicious of Chris for his hunter heritage, forcing Peter and Chris to live in their own house nearby and raise their daughters there. He didn't want to imagine a world where he may have lost Chris, Allison or Malia.

They left. Abandoned Beacon Hills, abandoned the territory that had been Hale's for so long. Moved across the pond to start anew in London. And here, they built something together, something good. Well, for the first couple years Peter had worked as a lawyer again, Chris had worked in arms deals. His oldest niece Laura had been the one to push for this, to want to start this, but she was too young, too inexperienced to get it off the ground on her own. Intrigued by her idea, Peter had decided to start the business with her, as her partner.

Neckz 'n' Throats was, by now, the most renowned werewolf soft-porn magazine in the world. Laura had had the idea when observing the mated pairs in their pack, how focused the wolves always were on their mates' necks. That maybe there was money in this. In bared, exposed necks, stretched to tempt. Bare chests, strong arms, open mouths and fangs. Impossibly tame, not very sexual by human standards, and thus easier to pass off, easier to find willing models for too.

And she was right. Damn, was she right. They opened the world to a whole new genre of soft-porn. Geared specifically toward the supernaturals. Soon enough, others followed their example and there were other magazines specializing on werewolves and other supernatural creatures too.

What had started small, with just Peter, Laura and a wild idea, had grown into a world-wide phenomenon. They had a branch in the US, situated in New York and headed by Laura who had moved there to build her own pack and her own career once the magazine had really taken off and she had grown more sure in her own business instincts. The small pack that Peter and Chris had gathered in London got involved in the magazine and soon grew with some employees. Not everyone who worked for N'n'T was part of their pack, but big name models of theirs who had been loyal to the magazine for years and worked closely with their pack, spent time with their pack, on occasion integrated into their pack. Boyd, Erica and Isaac, most prominently. The first betas to join their pack through their company. The latest addition being Kira, a young, bright-eyed kitsune who quickly caught the eye of one of Peter's daughters.

Peter loved it. Loved the life they had built in London, the pack they had formed, the firm they had raised from the ground, the reputation they'd earned. He was proud of himself and of his pack.

Still, being as big a name and as successful as they were meant a lot of work. At times, it was exhausting and frustrating. He wished he'd be able to spend more time with his husband. Like today, when Christopher had no other shoots – behind the camera, as gorgeous as Peter's husband was, the Alpha wolf growled at the thought of anyone else lusting over that neck and chest or getting lost in those steel-blue eyes. Not that Chris wanted to be in front of the camera. The former hunter found that he was as good a shot with a camera as he was with a gun and he seemed to enjoy his job in the magazine just as much. Which meant they saw each other often enough in their shared place of work, but due to their respective work loads, they often found themselves lacking proper alone time. Today, he could have had Christopher all to himself for the rest of the afternoon, if Lydia hadn't invaded that alone time with a job interview.

It wasn't like they were desperate for models right now. Their success meant they were flooded with new applicants and they always filtered the best of the best out. Beyond their regular roster from within the pack, they also had other high-profile regular and irregular models for guest shoots. If one of their high-profilers had quit, then he might understand why Lydia was so insistent.

Peter scowled when he saw that his office door stood open, a head of dark hair peeking over the backrest of the chair opposite his desk. Lydia knew better than to let strangers into his office, both because he was the boss and also because he was the Alpha. What was going on with Lydia? She was usually better at meeting his needs, she wasn't his right hand at Neckz 'n Throats for nothing.

"Mister Stilinski, I presume," Peter barely contained his irritation.

The person on the chair got up and turned toward him. "Please, call me Stiles."

Peter stood frozen, his eyes widening as he took the young man in front of him in. Those impossibly big, honey-whiskey brown doe-eyes with the long lashes that painted beautiful shadows onto his cheeks, enchanting moles dotting his face in patterns like stars in the sky, over the side of his face and down the span of his pale, tempting neck. Peter would recognize him by any of these features separately, but seeing him, in person, every aspect that he had marveled at in close-up pictures before? It felt nearly unreal to the Alpha. Broad shoulders, long limbs, a slender built. Long legs that Peter only rarely got to see in the pictures, wrapped into temptingly tight skinny-jeans.

"…Are you going to shake my hand, or do you need another moment?"

Peter's attention snapped back to the boy's face, a mischievous grin spanning oh-so wide on those pink lips. Stiles was still holding out a hand, presumably since he had introduced himself. Clearing his throat embarrassed, Peter took the offered hand to shake.

"It is a true pleasure to meet you, Stiles," Peter's voice was a low purr. "I have a job interview scheduled right now, but I'm sure it can be pushed back for whatever brought you to my door."

"I'm your interview," Stiles looked at him amused. "Mieczysław Stilinski. That's my legal name."

Oh. Well, that left Peter at a rare loss for words. And then he let go of the boy's hand, lifting one finger up to indicate he needed a moment before stalking out of his office to find his secretary sitting in front of it at her desk with the smuggest smirk possible. Lydia had known. Lydia had known that she hadn't set him up with a nobody, but with Stiles.

"Stiles," Peter hissed. "You got me an interview with the Stiles. And you thought it appropriate to mark the appointment under his legal name, which nobody, including me, knows, and don't give me a heads up? I would be angry if I weren't so impressed that you got this interview in the first place."

"I expect a raise," Lydia chimed, smile all sharp teeth and blood red lips.

When Peter entered his office again, Stiles was sitting back down on the chair, though he had twisted his body enough to face the door, watching Peter with an amused smile. Those lips, oh how much time Peter had already spent staring at those bow-shaped, pretty, pink lips on various spreads. His eyes sparkled with that same amusement and Peter was delighted by how much that brought out the near golden honey tone in them. Peter would be content spending the next hour or two staring at Stiles and cataloging every little detail that he only knew from pictures.

"She didn't tell you I was coming, did she?"

Peter smoothed out his featured, aiming for a professional air but finding himself struggling in the face of Stiles. "She… did not. She told me not to miss this interview, but believe me, had I known it was with you, I would have made her book us a table in one of London's finest establishments to have this conversation over dinner and their most expensive wine."

"Good thing she didn't tell you then," Stiles chuckled. "I don't like talking about business while eating. It lets the food go cold and depending on how the conversation goes, things will be awkward by the time desert rolls around. Nobody wants awkward desert."

Finding himself once again lost, Peter cleared his throat and went to sit down at his desk. Trying to regain some control, or at least composure. His imposing desk and ridiculously expensive chair always gave him that safe feeling of control. This was his realm, he was the king in it.

"What," Peter fixed the boy with an intense look. "Can I do for you, Stiles?"

Stiles caught his plush lower lip between his teeth and dragged it through them agonizingly slow, as though he was intentionally trying to torment Peter, personally. Though the wolf could tell that this was more a habit of thoughtfulness than intentional seductiveness. While Stiles seemed to consider how to phrase his intent, Peter took a slow, deep breath. He'd smelt something deliciously sweet when heading toward his office, but had assumed Lydia to have brought some treat for lunch. Now, in this closed room with just him and Stiles, he could identify that it was all Stiles. Mouthwatering. There was a note of honey that went so well with those eyes, sweet and addictive, but also an interesting scent like lightning during a thunderstorm, wild and untamed and dangerous. Just as additive. Peter wanted to roll around in that scent, wanted to rub his face against the boy's neck and inhale it from the source, wanted to take it home with him and make their entire den smell like it.

"I'm looking for a job. A contract with a new magazine. But to be quite frank, I hadn't even thought of coming here," Stiles admitted after a moment, causing Peter to tense. "I mean, Neckz 'n Throats is the gold standard. You either work with your established models, full newcomers who are fresh faces to the industry, or… people who have a broad portfolio from various esteemed magazines. With my exclusivity to True Alpha so far, I didn't think I'd fit your profile and would be wasting both our times. Lyds convinced me that I'd be an 'exception', for some reason."

So much to unpack. Peter gripped the armrest of his chair a little too tightly with one hand, his other hand curling around his chin, like he was physically trying to stop himself from dropping his fangs like a damn pup. What was he supposed to do with this?

"You're being frank, so let me be frank too," Peter offered once he'd collected his thoughts. "You could, right now, walk into any werewolf magazine and perhaps the majority of other supernatural magazines and they'd be tripping over each other trying to throw themselves at your feet."

A startled laugh ripped from Stiles' throat and it was one of the prettiest sounds Peter had ever heard, eyes sparkling as he regarded Peter. "I mean, I know I sell well, but I feel like you're trying to sweeten me up a little too much there, Mister Hale."

"You don't 'sell well', you are the best seller of our industry right now," Peter leveled a look at Stiles that was all serious and all business. "I'm not trying to sweeten you up, I'm being honest with you. You're not an exception, you're the exception."

The boy stopped laughing and instead stared at him with the widest, most beautiful doe-eyes. So much prey energy, it riled Peter's wolf up, made him want to sink his teeth into that pale, delicious neck and claim. His grip on his armrest tightened significantly.

"Other magazines all over the world have tried to reach out to you and book you for at least a shoot," Peter tilted his head. "Neckz 'n Throats included. Our office in New York has repeatedly reached out to True Alpha on the matter, with different offers."

The amusement was entirely gone from Stiles' face at that and the young model furrowed his brows. Peter could pinpoint the second Stiles shut any thought process and emotion toward that down and pulled up a more professional mask. It was… impressive and startling to watch.

"Well, these offers never reached me," Stiles' smile was polite and still. "But I'm here now."

"That you are," Peter couldn't keep the pleased rumble in his chest contained. "Tell me what I can do to make you stay here. Tell me what you're looking for."

Because at this point, Peter truly couldn't tell anymore what was happening here exactly. Stiles had always been exclusive to True Alpha, a relatively new magazine located in California. He'd been their poster boy since issue one and he was the only reason the magazine gained any traction, considering how many large and prestigious labels – such as Neckz 'n Throats – there were. Stiles was the reason it became a name in the industry within a year of its establishment, three years ago. And for the past two years, other magazines and photographers had desperately tried to woo the young model into contracts or even just guest appearance shoots.

Peter himself had discussed this with Laura before. She had even made the trip in person to try and propose a shoot with their label, but she had never made it past the other magazine's second in command. The pack's Right Hand had shot them down and told them, as he told everyone, that Stiles was loyal to his pack and wasn't comfortable putting himself into such vulnerable and intimate positions with anyone outside their pack. A choice any wolf would respect, even though they mourned the missed opportunity. Now, however, Peter had his doubts.

"I'm looking for a new place of employment," Stiles motioned around the office vaguely. "Long-term contract, preferably. I'm the kind of person who likes to settle in somewhere and I'm not a fan of the idea of jumping from magazine to magazine as a freelancer."

Oh, so this was really happening. He actually had a job interview with Stiles. Peter tried to control his wolf, who was positively wagging its tail at this chance. A pleased smile spread over his lips as Peter leaned forward, arms folded on his desk and eyes intensely on Stiles.

"Tell me what I can do to make you choose us."

Again with the big doe-eyes blinking at him like a startled deer. "You're really bad at this negotiating thing, huh? First you tell me I could have any magazine I want, now you're asking me what you can do to make me pick you. You're supposed to, you know, negotiate."

"I told you before, you're the exception. Everybody wants you. And I'm not going to play coy about that. You hold all the power in this negotiation and I want you to know that if you choose us, we will accommodate you. I will accommodate you right now, anything you need or want. So, tell me what I can do so you walk out of this office satisfied and with a signed contract."

It was entirely against Peter's nature to put all his cards on the table, but frankly, he had no cards in this. Lying to Stiles was going to alienate him. Pretending to have power that he did not, that he had leverage that he did not, would only make him look unfavorable too. He wasn't lying or exaggerating when he'd told the boy that all other magazines were desperate to contract him. Any wrong step from Peter that could lead to Stiles walking out of this office without signing a contract would be Peter's biggest professional regret. He was ready to woo this boy and pull out all the stops. Right now, Stiles could ask him for triple the pay that their highest paid models were getting and Peter would make it four times the amount instead, just to be sure. He needed to have Stiles.

Something in Stiles' gaze changed. Sharpened. Snapped into place. Honey made room for dark whiskey, ready to drown Peter in those eyes. Peter was more than willing to do so. Stiles sat up straighter, leaning forward himself and resting his own arms on the desk too, opposite Peter.

"I control who I work with, I get the last say on my shooting partners. If I tell you I can't or don't want to work with them, that's final."

Peter tilted his head curiously and nodded. "That… isn't even much of a demand. That's just how we do business at Neckz 'n Throats. You are asked to put yourself into vulnerable positions, more often than not with a literal deadly predator at your jugular. We'd never ask you to do so with someone you are feeling uncomfortable or even unsafe with."

Oh, Peter absolutely did not like that micro-expression crossing Stiles' face. A lot of little things were starting to pile up here during this conversation and they didn't paint a favorable picture of Stiles' last label, but they did start to make Peter understand why Stiles might have left.

"Before I sign anything at all, I want a test shoot. Preferably with as many of your on-staff models as you can spare, because I want to get a feel for the people I'm supposed to work with. Any kind of payment and other negotiations can wait until after that, for me, because no payment in the world can convince me to work with people I don't vibe with again."

Nodding sharply, Peter got up and walked around his desk, startling Stiles. He went to the door to throw it open and zero in on Lydia, who seemed to be on her phone.

"Call the pack," Peter ordered. "Anyone who isn't in an active shoot right now, find me in Studio A, as soon as possible. Put some urgency in it, I don't need Erica to drag her feet."

Lydia nodded and Peter returned to the office and to the startled model. "I didn't mean you had to organize that right now, you know. I figured we'd make an appointment for it."

"I'll not let you go that easily, if you leave the office now, someone else may try to woo you with an offer," Peter's smile was razor-sharp. "I plan on convincing you before you leave this building."

"That sounded vaguely threatening," Stiles muttered, but he mostly looked amused. "You are an intense man, Peter Hale. Show me what you got."

"Tell me what you want and I'll show you if I have it. And if I don't, I will get it for you."

"I want Christopher Argent," Stiles grinned, wicked and greedy. "He is fucking brilliant. That Boyd-Reyes wedding spread this spring? Breathtaking. If you want to woo me and insist on organizing this impromptu test shoot right now, then get me Christopher Argent."

Peter was positively purring as he heard his mate's praises being sung like that. His wolf was always pleased when someone acknowledged what a talented man his mate was, but something about this praise coming from Stiles made it all the sweeter. Peter reached for his phone and dialed.

"Peter?" Chris sounded wary. "Your job interview was scheduled for ten minutes ago. Don't tell me you already chased the poor thing away with your bad mood."

"I am sitting with Stiles right now," Peter replied, dismissing his husband's teasing words.

"Don't joke around like that, you're giving a guy ideas," Chris chuckled amused.

"I'm not joking," Peter chuckled softly. "And Stiles is requesting a test shoot, before he considers looking at any kind of contract with us. Furthermore, he is requesting you, darling."

One of Stiles' eyebrows raises curiously at the term of endearment, while Chris on the other end of the line grunted. "If you are joking just to get me to your office for sex, I promise you there won't be any sex at all in your future for the rest of this week."

"No, Christopher, this is not an attempt to bribe you into office sex," Peter rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I'm quite serious. When can you get here?"

Cursing and the noises of Chris hastily grabbing things. "Give me twenty minutes."

Peter smiled pleased as the call disconnected before any goodbyes because Chris was now on a mission. How endearing of his husband. When he turned back to Stiles, there was a sour note to the model's scent and his eyes were narrowed suspiciously.

"So, with how many employees do you have office sex?"

"Only with the ones I'm mated to, I assure you," Peter laughed and held up his hand, showing off the silver wedding band on his ring-finger. "We are a very professional label. Any office romances go through my niece Cora Hale, our head of HR. Especially in a profession such as ours, where the lines between work and pleasure can blur, it's important to keep everything above board. If you start dating someone you work with, you'll have to report to Cora, let her evaluate the situation and then file the appropriate paperwork."

The sourness dispersed and the look on Stiles' face eased again as he nodded. "Good to know."

Stiles got up and Peter was quick to follow, wondering where the boy wanted to go. Though Peter took just a moment to appreciate the view from the back – those skinny jeans were very tight – before he walked up to Stiles and came to stand next to him.

"Show me around. Introduce me to people," Stiles prompted. "Since I'm assuming everyone's going to need a moment to get here, even though Lyds can be scary and make you try to defeat time itself to be there when she demands it."

"That's the second time you referred to her as Lyds," Peter noted.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Sorry, Miss Martin, I guess," Stiles chuckled. "We went to high school together."

Ah. That explained a lot. Like how Lydia could have possibly landed this interview. As Stiles had said before, she was the one who had convinced Stiles to try and apply here. Peter narrowed his eyes at Lydia when the two of them passed her desk, but she looked entirely unapologetic.

"What good would it have done you if I'd told you I knew Stiles. He wasn't signing with other labels before," Lydia shrugged, not even looking up from her phone. "Derek, Boyd, Erica, Isaac and Jackson are on their way. Everyone should be here within the half-hour. Allison and Malia are already here for Kira's shoot. Do you need Malia for the pictures? I think she's the only photographer in the building right now. They should be wrapped up soon."

"Stiles requested Christopher behind the camera, he's on his way, but I would appreciate all three there anyway, so Stiles can meet them."

Lydia made an affirmative noise and started typing another message on her phone. Peter was honestly so grateful that most of his kids had taken jobs behind the camera. Malia took after Chris, having grown up fascinated by her dad's photography and picking a camera up as soon as she could hold it. When Chris went into photography professionally and she learned that this was something she could make money with, she knew that was what she wanted too. Allison was the head of their make-up department. Cora ran their HR department. Laura headed their US division. Derek had tried modeling at first, but after a bad shoot with a bad shooting partner who was a bit too Bad Touch, he had changed directions and had become their intimacy coordinator instead.

"It appears you will be able to meet the entire pack," Peter smiled at Stiles, pleased. "Not everyone working here is part of the pack, but non-pack staff members usually only stay for a few years, some even only a couple months. The trend has been that if someone stayed loyal with us for long enough, they became pack. There is loyalty to working with your pack."

Laura had become an Alpha herself, after moving to New York, and she ran her own branch as her pack too. Peter prided himself on that business model, because when working as close together as was the case in their profession, that forged bonds. Those bonds were a good foundation for pack.

Stiles gave a non-committal hum at that. Peter had hoped for more of a reaction. He was still trying to seize what was actually going on with the boy. He'd always been loyal to True Alpha, it was common knowledge that he was part of the magazine's pack. Now he stood in London – another country, another continent – looking for work. If he'd just wanted to broaden his horizon, there were prestigious magazines as close as Los Angeles and San Francisco, to allow him to stay near his pack. Instead, the boy had chosen to put an ocean between himself and home. It spoke volumes to something, but sadly Peter wasn't privy to what exactly. He didn't like the hunch he had though.

"Let me show you my pride and joy," Peter declared instead.

He wrapped an arm around Stiles' waist, resting his hand on the boy's smaller back to guide him.

"Allison is in Studio B," Lydia called out at that, grinning.

Peter huffed and rolled his eyes more fondly at that, earning a curious look from Stiles. "Allison is one of my daughters. She runs our make-up department, you'll meet her later on during the shoot, right now she's busy with one of Kira's shoots."

"Kira," Stiles hummed, something eager in his eyes. "Kira Yukimura. I love her energy."

Kira was their only non-wolf permanently on staff. Usually, they brought in fresh faces, new human models, for each issue, while the wolves stayed the same. Their pack, paired up with pretty humans. That was their business model and so far, it has been incredibly successful. In the end, the wolves were only the pretty window dressing, after all. The draw for their werewolf customers were the humans. Stiles would mark their first human permanently on staff, if Peter had any say in the matter. And considering that Stiles had made a magazine famous, he was his own draw.

/break\

Chris was out of breath when he entered the N'n'T building, right behind Boyd and Erica. He greeted them briefly and then the three headed toward Studio A, where Peter had summoned the entire pack. Halfway to the studio, Malia, Kira and Allison met them from the other direction.

"Hey, dad," Allison greeted him with a smile. "Does anyone know what this is actually about?"

"No clue. Lydia was just being scary and demanding on the phone," Erica grumbled. "I had plans for a spa-day and then a nice afternoon of ravishing Boyd."

Boyd also grumbled at that second part, while Malia and Allison rolled their eyes at the mated pair. Chris smiled at them, wrapping one arm around each of his daughters. Malia leaned into him to scent-mark him, looking appeased by it.

"The job interview today that Peter had been complaining about," Chris started with a grin. "Turns out it's with Stiles. Peter is rolling out the red carpet to court Stiles into joining the magazine."

"Stiles?" Erica perked up. "Well, Lydia could have mentioned that. I've been dying to get my lipstick all over that neck for so—o long. He'd look pretty all sprawled out on Boyd."

This time, Boyd grunted in agreement. Chris did too, because that would look quite gorgeous. The contrast between their skin and size, both tallness and broadness, would make for a good picture. The six of them were the last members of the pack to enter the studio, aside from their Alpha. Cora and Derek were sitting on the couch together, debating with each other, while a very pleased looking Lydia was perched on her mate's lap on the other couch, Jackson having his arms around her waist. Isaac was on his phone, looking bored where he leaned against the wall.

"Well, where is he?" Malia asked annoyed. "I don't like waiting."

"Peter decided to give him the grand-tour first, to make sure we're all here by the time they reach Studio A," Lydia supplied, twirling her hair around a finger.

"And this is our biggest studio, Studio A, and if I showed you enough of our magazine, there should be my entire pack waiting for us by now," Peter announced as he opened the door. "Hah."

He smirked pleased as he looked at the gathered group of people. And there, right behind Peter, was Stiles. Chris growled softly, crossing his arms over his chest. He was even more pretty in person, which went to show what an amateur Matt Daehler was, to be unable to bring the boy's natural beauty out in pictures. A talent like Stiles was wasted on a second rate photographer like that.

Lydia slipped down from Jackson's lap, allowing her mate to get up, like the rest of the pack who had previously been seated, so they could greet their hopefully soon to be new coworker. An excited grin was spread over Stiles' pink, wide lips when the two approached them.

"Hey, Stiles," Jackson greeted softly, stepping up to the boy. "Was your flight good?"

Stiles' grin widened even more as he wrapped his arms around Jackson. The touches were done subtly and near instinctive, but Stiles was scent-marking Jackson, running his hand down Jackson's arms, while Jackson squeezed Stiles' neck, very deliberately scent-marking the other model. Chris' eyes wandered to Peter, seeing the displeased and straight-up jealous look on his face.

"The flight was terrible, there was a screaming toddler two rows down," Stiles chuckled lightly. "But I found your place easily enough, so that's worth something."

"You know Stiles?" Isaac asked, eyebrows raised as he regarded Jackson.

"We went to high school together," Lydia offered. "Though Jackson and Stiles never did see eye to eye back then. Ironically, they only became friends after we moved to London."

Stiles grinned at her and then at Peter. "Okay. Introduce me to everyone."

Peter gladly stepped up to Stiles, resting a near possessive hand on Stiles' lower back as he led them closer to the others. "My wonderful husband and mate and the head of our art director and most prolific photographer, Christopher Argent. Our daughters, Malia Argent Hale, one of our photographers, and Allison Argent Hale, head of our make-up department. Our niece Cora Hale, head of HR, and our nephew Derek Hale, head of intimacy coordination. And these are our core models, Kira Yukimura, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes and Isaac Lahey."

Stiles regarded them all as their names were listed and then started shaking hands in reverse order, a polite smile on his lips as he said hello to everyone. And then he grasped Chris' hand and his grin turned sharp and excited, his eyes – oh, his eyes, up close and live, Chris could see the play of the colors, they weren't just brown, the hues seemed near golden in his excitement.

"I love your work," Stiles' voice was sweet like honey. "Your work with Kira in particular is breathtaking, there aren't many who can capture a kitsune's aura like that and that's not just about technology, it's about raw talent and you have a ton of it."

Chris stared, still shaking the boy's hand, completely lost. He had thought about meeting Stiles before, a couple times, usually they involved the boy either naked or wearing nothing but one of Chris' (or Peter's) shirts, spread out on their bed or couch. Not even in his fantasies had Stiles been gushing about Chris' work though, so Chris wasn't entirely sure how to proceed here.

"Thank you," Chris said, a little belatedly. "Not many understand that. And I have to return the compliment, I'm a huge fan of your work. You display emotions in such a captivating way and your inter-play with werewolves is near natural. I'd love to get you in front of my lens."

"I can't wait to get you behind the camera," Stiles smirked.

"Then tell us what you want and we'll make it happen," Peter offered, voice a dark purr.

Oh, the Alpha looked ready to ravish and claim Stiles on the spot. Chris snorted softly. Normally, the hunter was more of a jealous type. But Stiles was on the top of both their 'celebrity exception' lists, which meant that the only thing Chris would be jealous of was if Peter got there first. This was now officially a competition between the husbands and Chris threw Peter a challenging look, which was only countered by a smug 'bring it on' smirk from the Alpha.

"I want a shoot, with every model in the room," Stiles replied, regarding them. "It doesn't have to be anything elaborate, again I did not expect you to rally everyone right now I thought we'd make an appointment. But yeah, I want to… play off everyone, see how well we work together."

Chris managed to tear his mind away from the oh my god that is Stiles to focus on the job, Stiles' words inspiring him, making him think of how to to do this. He smirked when an idea formed.

"Okay, I don't know how familiar you are with our practice, but when we do hire a new model, we always have an introductory shoot," Chris explained. "It's usually just the model and Peter, but we could… broaden it, include the others. And if you end up signing with us-"

"When you end up signing with us," Peter corrected, shark-like smile on his lips.

Chris rolled his eyes at his husband. "-we can then publish the best shots on our website as your introduction. Would that work for you?"

"Love your intro shoots," Stiles grinned. "I think that's a great idea. So, what do you need?"

"It's always about the subtle claim from Peter, as the boss and our Alpha," Chris explained. "So, I want you in Peter's shirt. Tight, black leather pants will go well with that burgundy color?"

Peter was already unbuttoning his shirt to then go to wardrobe and get a different one. Chris noted the way Stiles dragged his eyes over Peter's torso with interest when he accepted the shirt.

"So, wardrobe first, then make-up," Chris motioned for Lydia.

She nodded pleased and went to lead Stiles and Peter to wardrobe while Chris instructed everyone else on how he wanted them to dress, making them match and compliment Stiles. The fact that he got to organize a shoot around Stiles had him thrilled and as soon as Peter stepped back to him, Chris pulled his husband into a long, heated kiss.

"Stiles," Chris murmured against Peter's lips.

Peter hummed in agreement, looking utterly pleased. Cora immediately shot them a very nasty glare, like she was trying to tell them that she did not want to have to do relationship paperwork with her uncles. Well, they weren't going to try anything with Stiles any time soon. They wanted him to be comfortable here, they wanted him to work for them first and foremost. And only if he actually showed any interest in either of them would they offer. No coercion of an employee.

"Shirt open," Chris instructed as soon as Stiles walked back out of wardrobe. "I want you on display, Peter to be able to touch you skin on skin."

Stiles tilted his head at Chris before turning his head toward Allison. "Well, guess we'll test how good your head of make-up is, then."

That confused not just Chris, even while the photographer was back to discussing his ideas with the other models, so he turned to watch how the boy unbuttoned his shirt with a visible wince. The explanation was revealed moments later as a huge, purple bruise came to light, spreading over the entire side of the boy's torso. Chris nearly dropped his camera. Peter next to him growled softly.

"I'm going to fucking kill him," Jackson growled, eyes flashing blue.

"Don't be dramatic, Jacks," Stiles rolled his eyes. "It's just a couple bruised ribs. I've had worse."

"I am booking a flight to California right now," Lydia hissed viciously.

"You're not," Stiles actually snarled at that, fixating the couple, even as he sat down to let Allison work her magic. "I left. I came all the way here so you two can fuss over me. That's enough. That has to be enough, or I swear I'll be on the next flight back to California."

Lydia narrowed her eyes, not used to anyone arguing with her, but Stiles held her gaze as hard. That alone was incredibly impressive. Though Chris found himself agreeing with them. If Jackson and Lydia knew who had caused that bruise – bruised ribs – then Chris could understand them. He would like to have a personal chat with whoever had done that.

When Lydia gave up, Stiles turned to Allison with a smile. "So, what's the verdict?"

"That you should be resting and healing and not doing a photoshoot," Allison muttered. "But I can cover the bruise up. Just… relax, okay? I gotta touch it and that's gonna hurt."

"Don't worry," Stiles tilted his head amused. "I can take it."

Oh, Chris didn't like any of that. He turned toward his husband, seeing the bright-red shine of his eyes. There was no way Stiles was leaving this building without a signed contract and Chris gave Peter about a month before the boy would be integrated into their pack.

Derek stepped up to Stiles with furrowed brows. "With your injury, we're going to have to be even more careful. I'll do the intimacy coordination today."

"Ri—ight," Stiles nodded. "The what."

Taking a slow, deep breath, Derek motioned for Stiles to sit down on the couch. "I make sure no lines are crossed and no boundaries are pushed. This job is very intimate, but that doesn't mean you can't have boundaries. That goes for both sexual things as well as… bruising."

Chris had never seen Derek that concerned about someone outside their pack, but it seemed that his nephew was also putting one and one together and coming to a similar result. Stiles had left his label, bruised by someone, and didn't know what an intimacy coordinator was. The most obvious conclusion was that someone – probably a werewolf – had caused the bruises on set.

"Bruising is part of the job," Derek continued softly. "Love-bites and hickeys. Nothing like this. All kinds of markings will be discussed between you, me, the photographer of the shoot and your scene partner beforehand. There will not be any improvised markings and if any wolf loses control during a shoot and tries to bruise you in an inappropriate manner, that's what I'm here for too. You call 'stop', I'm stepping in and stopping whatever is happening."

The look on Stiles' face was so curious and intrigued that it broke Chris' heart. The boy had been a model for three years now, he should absolutely know about these basics of job etiquette. Chris reached out to take Peter's hand, squeezing it gently to ease the claws back and relax his mate.

/break\

Stiles grinned, lazy and seductive, as he leaned back against Boyd, head tilted to bare his throat to both the camera and Erica in front of him. Her fingers were trailing down his chest, while Boyd's hands were on his hips, holding him in place where Stiles was straddling Boyd's thigh. The couple were absolutely his favorites to work with. The three of them had such an easy chemistry with each other, it was so easy to be playful and seductive with Erica in particular and Boyd knew how to follow his mate's lead. Despite being tall, muscular and broad, Boyd was a total softy, super gentle, considerate and actually rather quiet and calm. The total opposite of Erica, which was funny but also made them all the cuter. Stiles thought they were the cutest couple at N'n'T, even though that made Lydia huff indignantly and glare at him, he so did not care.

"Stiles," Malia instructed. "Lay your left arm around Erica, casual, fingers brushing against her neck. Yeah, that's good. And tilt your head just a bit more, we need more throat."

Malia was great to work with too. She was very no-nonsense and she always let her instincts lead her, which led to some fantastically primal shots. Though, to be honest, Stiles enjoyed working with all of them. They were so highly professional but still playful in their shoots that it was fun. Allison was always up to gossip with him while she got him ready for the shoot, he often went on his lunch break together with Allison and Lydia, who were best friends.

And Derek? Big, growly, usually glaring Derek? The 'intimacy coordinator'? He… was actually there for Stiles. One time, during a shoot with Isaac and Jackson, Stiles had a panic-attack. Nothing they'd done intentionally, but something about the overall situation had sent him into a flashback. Derek had gotten them both off him, cleared the room and gently talked Stiles down and through breathing until he was calmed down. He'd even wrapped Stiles up in a blanket.

Once he had calmed down and the others returned, both Jackson and Isaac had apologetically curled around him, trying to comfort him and also themselves. Oversized puppies.

Overall, Stiles absolutely loved working for Neckz 'n Throats. His coworkers so quickly had become friends to him, it became like a new home to him. It helped him move on from everything. He hated how right Lydia was, that he really had needed this new start and that N'n'T would be perfect for him. It absolutely was. And the chance of working with these brilliant talents!

Both in front of and behind the camera. He'd been hoping to have Christopher Argent take his pictures for years now, ever since they'd started their own magazine honestly. And how he had his own spreads framed in his new apartment, the pictures that Chris had taken of him with Kira were amazing. The center piece was still that group shot from his job interview though, with all of them. When he first put it up, it had just been pride that he got the job, but by now it was also about the friends he'd made, about what the picture symbolized.

"Okay, that's a wrap," Malia heaved a relieved sigh.

Stiles grinned amused, they all had a bit of a time crunch today. Once a month, Chris and Peter invited the entire pack out for dinner at the fanciest restaurant in London and each of the betas loved the chance to dine on their Alphas' pocket, even though they all had more than enough money themselves. It was the principle of making Peter pay, or so Erica and Cora had cheekily told him. Stretching wide, he took another moment on Boyd's lap before getting up. The big guy was just too comfortable. Boyd gave him a fond and amused look.

"You good?" Boyd asked softly.

"Splendid," Stiles grinned. "I love working with you guys."

He headed back to the changing rooms to get into his own clothes, taking his time. These kind of slower shoots, with less action and heat but lazy seduction, they always left him feeling a little mushy. Yawning widely, he headed back out, ready to go home. Well, maybe not 'ready'. He absolutely hated his too big, too empty apartment and it felt even bigger and emptier when he got home after a shoot of being cuddled up and touched by the pack, laughing and talking to them for hours. The silence in his place felt all the louder then.

"Fi—inally," Erica groaned, tapping her foot. "You took forever."

Stiles blinked, staring confused at Erica, Boyd and Malia. "Uh. Why are you still here? Aren't you running late for your pack dinner? I can find my way out alone, you know?"

Malia growled and hooked their arms together. "You're coming. We have decided that we're not going to sit through another pack-dinner with dad being sulky. It's annoying."

"I am lacking so much context here," Stiles muttered confused.

"You have been working with us for three months now. And you're not just working with us," Erica continued. "You spend your breaks with us, you hang out with us, you even participated in occasional pack-piles after a big shoot. You're practically pack. It's time to make it official, because our Alpha is very, very sulky, as Mal just pointed out, about the fact that you're not."

Stiles made a displeased face, but he let himself be dragged along to the restaurant and the displeased face only eased off when he actually laid eyes on Peter. Okay, 'sulking' was really the only word to describe what the Alpha was doing and the moment he turned to look at Stiles, his face actually brightened up. Chris next to his husband also smiled widely. Stiles bit his lips, he hated how happy this made him, how much he enjoyed making those two happy. One was his boss, the other was his co-worker, this was so inappropriate, not even considering the pack Alpha situation.

"Look what we found," Erica chimed, not so subtly pushing Stiles onto the empty chair to Peter's right that had obviously been saved for Malia. "And he came totally willingly."

"I was kidnapped," Stiles shot her a dirty look. "Well. At least there'll be fancy food. More than usually when I get kidnapped, so there's that."

"For the love of everything, stop joking about the times you got kidnapped," Lydia sighed.

"Wait, was he actually kidnapped?" Isaac looked between Lydia and Stiles.

"Oh, multiple times," Stiles waved a dismissive hand. "Don't worry about it."

"He says the most unhinged things," Cora muttered beneath her breath.

"He does the most unhinged things," Jackson corrected with a withering glare.

A broad grin spread over Stiles' lips. "It's part of my charm, Jacks."

"It's gonna cause me early gray hair," argued Peter displeased, lifting his whiskey.

Stiles tilted his head. "I mean, you would look hot as a silver fox."

Peter started coughing violently when he choked on his whiskey, making most of the pack laugh. Stiles turned his attention to the menu instead, leaving Chris to tend to his mate. After they placed their order and got their wine, Stiles relaxed a little in his seat, leaning against Erica a bit.

"You really want me in your pack?" Stiles asked, looking at Peter point-blank.

The happy chatter from the rest of the pack died down, all far too curious as they watched. Peter smiled, all fangs, and it was far too hot. Stiles tried not to find it hot. He couldn't.

"Since the day you walked into my office," Peter admitted.

Stiles heaved a sigh and tilted his head back. Could he really do this? Join another pack? He reached out, not for his wine-glass but for something stronger, for Peter's whiskey. He emptied it in one go, enjoying the warmth spreading through him.

"You never asked where I got the bruised ribs," Stiles noted, not breaking eye-contact with Peter.

"It… didn't feel like something I could pry into, as your potential new employer."

"Mh," Stiles nodded his agreement, putting the empty glass back down. "Does it feel like something you should pry into, as my potential new Alpha?"

"Where did you get the bruised ribs, Stiles?" Peter asked without missing a beat.

A wry smile spread over Stiles lips. "My old label was a pack too. And our Right Hand was the wolf I was paired up with most for shoots, Theo Raeken. He always got more rough during shoots, but it never bothered me too much. I did think it was just a hazard of the job, because most our wolves didn't… have good control. They were all bitten and left to their own devices, we were kids and figuring this shit out on our own, they had to teach themselves control. So getting pushed around and bruised a bit wasn't exactly new, it just happened."

Stiles heaved a sigh at the predictable growl from Derek. "The bruised ribs were an outlier. He usually just left more bruises than we needed for the shoot, possessive bruises. But the bruised ribs were him getting angry when I told him to fuck off after he declared that we should be mates. He tried to force a mate-bite on me. That was the final straw for me, because a bit of bruising doesn't matter much to me, but I knew he wouldn't take no for an answer."

"That's why you got so… offended, when I first called Christopher," Peter whispered. "The assumption of an inappropriate work-place relationship and all."

Humming his agreement, Stiles emptied his wine-glass too. "I like the way you do things. The way you run your business and your pack. But yeah, things were… not pretty when I left, partially because my former Alpha took Theo's word over mine. That's why I left."

Peter leaned forward, very deliberate, giving Stiles all the time to back out. They were so close, Stiles could count the shades of ice-blue in Peter's eyes, before they flashed red and oh damn yeah no that was still incredibly hot, actually. Stiles swallowed hard.

"I believe you. I won't let anyone hurt you, not during a shoot or outside of it," Peter promised, completely serious. "And I will fucking destroy Theo Raeken's career."

"Wonderful, I have already made multiple plans," Lydia commented pleased.

"Oh, that's why she's your Left Hand, you're the same person in a different font," Stiles sighed.

"That is the funniest and most accurate description of Peter and Lydia that I have ever heard," Cora snickered. "I love that, I will get that printed somewhere."

"Join my pack," Peter requested, not an order or a request or a plea but somehow all at once.

Stiles looked deep into Peter's eyes, so warm and filled with longing, and all Stiles wanted to do was kiss the man. His eyes wandered over Peter's shoulder, looking at Chris, who just smiled warmly at Stiles. Stiles had had a crush on Chris for so long, just based on how competent and talented the man was, even before he'd met him. Now, knowing what a loving dad, caring Alpha Mate and funny and protective and overall amazing man Chris was?

"I gotta go," Stiles stood, abruptly. "I can't do this."

/break\

"I just don't understand why you're dragging me along to this," Cora heaved an annoyed sigh. "He is practically best friends with Allison, he's known Jackson and Lydia for years, he lives on Boyd and Erica's laps in a way that had me draft up a relationship agreement before-"

"That," Derek grunted, tugging on his sister's hand. "That is why I am dragging you along. "I need you to have a sit down with Stiles and talk to him about relationship agreements."

"...With Boyd and Erica?" Cora squinted confused. "Because they all swore 'it's not like that'."

"And it's not," Derek rolled his eyes at his sister. "For Stiles and our uncles."

Cora dug her heels in and tried turning around, just to have Derek growl and grab her by the waist to carry her like she was a disobedient child. This was exactly why he hadn't told her before they'd reached the apartment building where Stiles lived.

"I will need brain bleach and also alcohol, so much wolfsbane spiked alcohol, and a vacation, if you make me think about our uncles and Stiles, together," Cora made a disgusted face. "Why."

"Because absolutely everyone in the pack knows how much Chris and Peter are pining for Stiles," Derek sighed. "But I think nobody aside from Lydia and me has noticed how much Stiles is pining for them. He stormed out of dinner yesterday and both Peter and Chris have been miserable since then. He didn't storm out because he doesn't want to be part of the pack. He stormed out because he wants them and probably thinks that that'd get in the way of being pack."

Turning to look at her brother, Cora narrowed her eyes. "How do you even know that."

"My job is literally to carefully watch people in intimate positions to see if they're uncomfortable, to read micro-expressions and discomfort, to tell apart what's fake and real when it comes to arousal and comfort," Derek shrugged. "I got good at observing and seeing these kind of things."

"Please never talk about 'arousal' in the context of our uncles ever again. Ever."

Derek snorted at that. "You are such a brat. You're not a child anymore, Cora."

"Oh, this is absolutely not an age issue," Cora hissed. "Let me call Laura right now and tell her about Chris and Peter's 'arousal' concerning our newest maybe pack member and you can hear her throwing up all the way from New York, I guarantee."

Heaving a sigh, Derek put his sister down and then rang the doorbell. He was surprised when Kira opened the door, wearing pajamas and having a spoon stick out of her mouth. She blinked at them.

"Are you here for the ice-cream pity pajama party?" Kira asked. "The others are in the living room. I didn't expect either of you to attend though. You Hales are allergic to feelings."

"I heard that!" Allison called loudly from somewhere inside. "And I resent that!"

"I don't," Malia grumbled. "She's right. I wouldn't be here if Kira hadn't dragged me. This is ridiculous. If Stiles wants to fuck our dads, he should just get it over with."

Multiple voices from other pack members yelled at that. "Malia!"

She turned around and walked back to the living room, Derek and Cora following her to find… the entire pack, sans Peter and Chris, gathered in Stiles' living room, all wearing pajamas that so obviously weren't theirs but rather Stiles'. Derek blinked slowly, looking at Isaac sprawled out over Boyd and Erica, who were snuggled together on one side of Stiles, Jackson and Lydia on the other side of him, with Allison laying so she had her head resting on Lydia's lap. Kira walked over to Malia, on Allison's other side and with her sister's feet in her lap.

"I swear this isn't a thing you weren't invited to," Stiles sighed, digging his spoon in the container of ice-cream in his lap. "Boyd and Erica followed me home yesterday like stray puppies. Isaac came knocking two hours later. Allison and Kira dragged Malia here this morning. I have no idea where Jackson and Lydia come from, they were just here when I woke up. In my bed. With me."

Derek smiled softly as he watched the boy stuff his cheeks with ice-cream while talking, trying to look sour but smelling oh so happy and content that everyone had come for him. Letting go of his sister, Derek walked over to Stiles and removed the ice-cream from his lap to then grab him by the hands and pull him up. Stiles huffed as he collided with Derek's chest.

"You're going to have a conversation with Cora and then you are going to get dressed in actual clothes and I'll drive you to our pack house," Derek declared.

"Why would you do that. Everyone is already here anyway."

"Not everyone," Derek pointed out, raising both eyebrows. "Cora, take it from here."

Cora sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Looking at this pathetic display? Yeah, I will."

Pleased with that, Derek nodded. He watched Cora take Stiles by the hand and pull him toward the kitchen to discuss boundaries, relationship applications and his own power in this situation. That nobody would let him be coerced into anything, that he had no obligations to do anything they requested, but that if he sought a consensual relationship with them, he could and he would be backed by HR and by the pack. That if he ever changed his mind, they would also support him.

"I have never been more glad that I do make-up and didn't go into HR," Allison commented. "This is not a conversation I would want to have with my best friend about my dads."

"Oh, Cora is going to make my life a living hell for weeks for making her do this," Derek sighed.

"Good thing you love Stiles more than you care for your sanity," Lydia chuckled, looking smug. "Stiles has that effect on people. It's amusing to watch, but torture to go through yourself."

"He's an obnoxious little shit and suddenly, before you realize what happened, you would tear people apart for hurting him," Jackson sighed, a resigned sound.

"Yeah, we're going to fly to California and remove this Theo guy's balls, right?" Malia asked.

"I do think that we should let Peter destroy his career first and then, when he has absolutely nothing left anymore and is a broken shell of a man, we come in and remove various body-parts," Lydia suggested with a smile that promised death and destruction to their enemies.

"I am so scared of you, I'm glad you're on our side," Kira commented concerned.

/break\

Peter and Chris were still in bed at twelve, which was absolutely untypical for them. However, they had spent most of last night having very angry and frustrated sex as a coping mechanism because of Stiles' rejection and this morning, when Peter had made his way downstairs to get them coffee and some food, he'd realized the entire pack was gone so nobody could judge them. The doorbell ringing disturbed their pouting cuddling and due to the lack of pack, they had to go and open the door themselves. They considered rock paper scissor to decide who had to go up, but the ringing got more insistent so they just gave up and went downstairs together.

As soon as Chris opened the door, a paper was thrust at his chest by Stiles. "What."

"Your niece drafted this for us," Stiles muttered, decidedly staring at a point between Chris and Peter and not looking at either of them. "I just had the most mortifying fucking conversation ever with your niece while your daughters were sitting on my couch, eating my ice-cream. Which the rest of your pack are still doing, just in case you were wondering where all your betas went."

Blinking, Chris took the paper from Stiles, who shoved his way past them into the house. The boy's cheeks were a delightful but confusing red. Peter next to him growled suddenly, drawing Chris' attention toward the paper too. A relationship contract for people in courting. The couple turned to look at Stiles, who stood in the middle of the living room, hands stuffed deep into his pockets, head tilted down to stare at the ground angrily, shuffling his feet.

"Stiles…" Chris spoke slowly, approaching Stiles. "I'm sorry if Cora crossed a line-"

"No," Stiles ground out, looking frustrated. "I'm the one who crossed a line and your pack is being all considerate and friendly and sweet about it and that just makes me feel worse."

"What do you mean?" Peter asked, confused.

Stiles looked at them, finally, and he seemed so wary. "I keep thinking about you guys in ways I should absolutely not think about a coworker and my boss, who are also mated and married to each other, and apparently your nephew caught on with that and decided to force his sister into having the most awkward conversation in both our lives with me."

Blinking slowly, Chris turned to check with Peter if his husband heard the same thing as he did. Then, both their attention went back to the contract in their hands, reading through it and noticing that Stiles actually signed it. There were empty spots for Peter and Chris' signatures.

"Stiles…" Peter trailed off for a moment. "I told you on day one that if you seek a relationship with a coworker, that that's okay. You didn't cross a line by having thoughts, you wouldn't cross a line by asking someone out, only by pushing their boundaries."

"Here's the thing," Chris stepped forward to Stiles. "We both want you. But due to Peter's position, we didn't want to bring it up first. We thought it'd be better to wait and see if you're… interested."

"However," Peter interrupted lightly. "Years of celebrity crush might have made us blind to actually noticing that or if you were interested."

"...Celebrity crush?" Stiles repeated disturbed. "As in, you had one on me?"

"Part of why I was so eager to get you to sign with us wasn't just to get a star for our magazine, it was also because I wanted you. Still want you," Peter admitted honestly.

"Oh, this is bizarre," Stiles blinked. "People shouldn't have celebrity crushes on me. You two especially. You were like my biggest jerk-off material as a teen, Peter. And you, Chris? I have had a crush on your talent for way too long. This is actually ridiculous."

"So…" Peter slowly stepped up to Stiles. "Does that, and the contract, mean you would be willing to… to us actually courting you? Because that's what this agreement is for."

Stiles blushed a furious, beautiful red. "I mean, go big or go home, I guess. If I had to go and bring up an actual contract from HR, I figured I should as well be bold about it, right."

Chris smiled and wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist. "We do want to court you. No reason to be embarrassed, darling. But we also do need you to know that if at any point you want to break up, you can, and you can always go to Cora, or Derek, if you are uncomfortable with us, okay?"

Stiles nodded and grabbed Peter by the shirt to pull him in too, before kissing Chris first. Chris relaxed against Stiles, watching Peter and Stiles kiss. Damn, they could be grateful for their betas.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: Oh I so have to write more N'n'T AUs, the concept is absolutely tantalizing. I couldn't decide for my first one if I wanted Stiles as an established professional or as a doe-eyed newbie and now that I wrote him as a professional, I obviously still have to write him as a newbie too ;D I just loved the angle of "no actually Chris and Peter have the biggest celebrity crushes on Stiles"