Mischief Mondays Chapter 10: Stetopher - The Fox and the Wolf (2), a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: The Fox and the Wolf – Mischief Mondays Series

Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, the Hale Pack Moves to London, Pack Alpha Peter, Nogitsune Stiles, Spark Stiles, post-Nogitsune, PTSD, explicit sexual content, anal, oral, f/f, m/f

Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles

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

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

Summary: Stiles and Kira left Beacon Hills together after graduation, moving to London, where Kira got a gig with Neckz 'n Throats. When she has to cancel a kitsune-centric shoot short-notice, she asks Stiles to fill in. The idea of displaying what the Nogitsune left him with fills Stiles with dread, but he is also grateful for everything Neckz 'n Throats made possible for them, so he agrees.

The Fox and the Wolf

Mischief Mondays Series

Part 2: A Tail of Two Foxes Shoot

Stiles was still dazed when he returned home. Even though he'd stayed like half an hour later after the shoot, with Peter kind of just holding him and whispering soothing nonsense to him like he was trying to calm him down or something. Derek kept checking in with him too and they only let him leave when they thought he was in the right mind-space to do so. Still, there was a dazed feeling.

"Hey, Ki," Stiles whispered, immediately calling his best friend when he got home.

"Oh god please tell me you're alright, did it go badly? Did you have a… a panic attack again? Do you need me to fly back home? I'll take the next plane. Dad's fine, he's already complaining."

"I'm glad Ken's better," Stiles smiled thinly. "I… I didn't have a panic-attack. I spent two hours with… with the aura… And… nothing… happened? I've never not had a panic-attack about it."

"Oh," Kira sounded as surprised as Stiles felt. "That's… That's good. Right?"

"I… yeah," Stiles nodded slowly to himself, swallowing hard. "But I think it's more than that."

"Okay," Kira was attentive, her focus and concern with him. "Talk to me, Stiles. What is it?"

"He…" Stiles' breath hitched. "Peter, he helped me control the fox. I felt… safe… with him… I…"

"Okay but that is awesome!" Kira yelped excitedly. "I wanted you to join the pack for months! Uh, I mean, no pressure, but… maybe at least go and talk to Peter about it?"

Heaving a sigh, Stiles let himself fall backward on his back. He hadn't had that kind of reaction to an Alpha before. He hadn't felt comfortable when his tails were out, ever. His heart was beating fast in excitement at the thought of the Alpha, and the Alpha's mate. Both of them had made Stiles feel safe during the shoot, had firmly directed him through it and watched out for him. Maybe…

/break\

Peter and Chris were bent over the Alpha's desk, looking over the beautiful shots from their kitsune shoot. Peter already knew which ones he wanted framed in their bedroom. That first photo, despite not having been a planned shot? Stiles' mouth open so prettily, eyes on Peter, head tilted back, the clawed finger under his chin. A picture of devotion and submission that made Peter's pants feel a little tighter. Especially with the black kitsune aura around Stiles, showing off just how powerful, how dangerous, Stiles could be. Yet he looked as though he was at the Alpha's mercy.

"He's gorgeous," Peter's voice was a dark purr. "We do have to have him."

And he didn't just mean for the magazine. He wanted the boy to be theirs, wanted him on his knees for both Peter and Chris. He'd taken their directions so beautifully and Peter still couldn't shake that scent off. This morning, when Malia had eaten a honey toast, Peter had growled because the scent reminded him of Stiles. Even now, he could imagine that mixture of lightning, honey and ink.

"Uhm. Hi? Lydia said I could just 'walk right in', is that… okay?"

Peter's head snapped over to zero in on Stiles in his doorway. He inhaled deeply, trying to savor the scent that made him want to grab the boy and nuzzle into him and then perhaps abduct him into his and Christopher's bed, not even just for the fun bits but to make their bed smell like him.

"Of course, sweetheart," Peter smiled. "Please, come in. What can we do for you?"

"I… uh…" Stiles shuffled on his feet before he walked over to the chair and sat down opposite the couple. "I wanted to talk to you about the shoot…"

Peter exchanged a concerned glance with Chris, who stood next to him with his arms crossed. "Is… Were you alright, after? We had hoped we'd made sure you were okay when we let you leave."

"No, no, I was… I was fine," Stiles shook his head. "That's what I wanted to talk about."

Both Peter and Chris tensed, curious and intrigued. Peter let Chris take his chair, while the Alpha perched on the edge of the desk, giving him an opportunity to sit closer to Stiles. The boy was wearing skinny jeans and an infuriatingly red hoodie that just screamed 'claim me, Alpha'.

"I… I've never used the fox without having a panic-attack, at the very least after," Stiles started softly, fingers knitted together in his lap. "I've never had the fox out for that long before, at all. I don't know what you did, but you helped me… be… okay with it. I… I don't know how to ask for this, because I don't think I should, I mean, you're Kira's boss, but… but I want to be… comfortable with the fox. It's a part of me. Every time I use it and end up as a crying ball on the floor after, it feels like another thing the Nogitsune took from me. And I don't want that anymore. I want to own it. It should be mine. Proof that I won against him. I want… I want you to help me be comfortable with the fox. I don't know how, but I feel like you… could."

Peter stared at the boy in amazement, feeling pride well up in his chest. "Of course, sweetheart."

"What," Stiles' head snapped up to stare at the Alpha in surprise.

Getting up, Peter walked over to stand next to the boy and gently cupped his face. "I'm a born wolf, Stiles. I can't imagine fearing my wolf. Your fox is a part of you and you should not have to be afraid of it. If there is anything I can do to help you, I will."

Stiles nuzzled beautifully into Peter's touch. Oh, Peter needed to have that boy. He turned to look at his mate and was pleased by the dark-eyed look Chris threw them both, before the photographer walked around to come and stand in front of Stiles on his other side.

"Would you consider more shoots, Stiles?" Chris asked softly. "If the shoot helped you be more comfortable with your fox, I'd be more than happy to have you in front of my camera again. And I'll be honest, I very selfishly want you in front of my camera again. You're beautiful, you took to it so naturally, I already have multiple things in mind that I want from you."

Stiles turned those doe-eyes on Chris in surprise. "Wait like as a job? Actually working here?"

"Yes," Peter and Chris confirmed as one, their voices dark and filled with want.

Blinking, Stiles leaned back a little and rubbed his face. "Okay, I did not see that coming. I…"

"You don't have to decide right away," Chris assured him, resting a hand on Stiles' thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze in reassurance. "It's an offer for you to consider, doll."

A cute noise came from Stiles at the pet-name, but he didn't protest it. He had taken to praise and pet-names during the shoot too. Peter liked that, a lot. He offered a near wolfish grin at the thought.

"I… There was… something else I wanted to talk to you about, semi-related to asking for your help but I also wanted to hear your answer to that first before I ask the other thing?"

"Well, out with it, sweetheart," Peter prompted, leaning back against his desk.

"I think…" Stiles swallowed hard and licked his lips nervously and Peter followed both motions with captivated eyes. "I think I want to join your pack, which I know is asking a lot, I mean you only just met me a couple days ago and spent like three hours with me, but-"

"Yes," Peter interrupted Stiles, a little too eager, but he couldn't hold back.

His eyes flashed dark-red in desire. His little fox had willingly walked into his office, offering himself to the Alpha, how could he not? He'd been ready to pull out all the stops to prove to Stiles that they would be a good pack for him, that he should join them, and here Stiles was…

"You didn't even let me finish explaining," Stiles frowned. "Why would you…"

"You called me Alpha, during the shoot," Peter tilted his head with an amused grin. "You followed my orders so beautifully and, as you said, I somehow helped you feel more at ease with your fox. I do think you're meant to be mine. In my pack. So yes."

Stiles bit his lower lip and ran his fingers through his hair. "I think my Spark bonded with you."

"Your what did what," Chris stared at the boy in surprise, Peter next to him frozen.

"The reason why I survived the possession," Stiles shrugged and avoided looking at either of them. "I'm a Spark. No Nogitsune ever tried to possess a Spark. My Spark kept me alive long enough to survive, my magic allowed me to eject the Nogitsune after a long fight. My Spark's never taken to an Alpha like that before though. So… yeah. I think my Spark chose you as my Alpha."

Peter was still processing the boy's words. It made sense, a normal human could not have possibly survived that. But on the other hand, Peter had never met a Spark in person. Too rare these days. And so very powerful. Which also made sense in regards to the possession. He swallowed hard, a sense of pride and honor overwhelming him that someone as magnificent and powerful as a Spark who had survived a possession would choose him as his Alpha.

"I promise you, darling boy," Peter's voice was heavy with sincerity and devotion as he reached out to tilt Stiles' face so the boy was looking at him again. "I'll be worthy of the trust you put in me."

Again did Stiles just lean so beautifully into Peter's touch. "Kira… wanted me to meet you guys and… and join the pack, since she already did. But I… I don't… I'm too afraid of the fox myself, I couldn't imagine joining a pack like that…"

"You don't have to be afraid of your fox," Peter's hand ran down Stiles' cheek and over his neck. "I'll help you embrace it, my pack is going to help you feel whole with your fox."

A jerky nod, Stiles' eyes squeezed shut in a clear attempt to keep the tears in. Chris gave Stiles' thigh a gentle pat, smiling warmly at the boy. That look on his mate's face told Peter that Stiles was going to be theirs. They'd both grown far too attached far too quick and if they could have their boy in front of the camera, in their business and in their pack? They'd have him in their bed too.

/break\

The close bond Kira and Stiles had really showed in the shoot. Chris was incredibly pleased as he got to see the two kitsune play off each other, gentle touches, softly tilted heads, their tails entangled as they brushed cheeks. It was… sweet. Usually, their shoots were tempting, arousing. But this was much more gentle and soft and Chris found himself just as captivated.

"You're not jealous," Derek noted curiously, regarding Malia.

She always insisted on sitting in when her mate-to-be had a shoot. The coyote was no less possessive than her father. And usually, part of Derek's job was to hold his cousin back from scratching Kira's shoot-partner. This time, Malia was relaxed.

"They're practically family," Malia shrugged. "I don't mind Stiles. I like Stiles."

Derek chuckled amused and Allison, who sat with them too after having done Kira and Stiles' make-up, giggled a bit to herself. Chris couldn't help the amused noise he made either. Everyone seemed to like Stiles. After the boy had asked them to join their pack, they'd invited him to dinner with the entire pack and then eased him in slowly. The betas all took turns spending alone time with him, getting to know Stiles and bonding with him. Chris and Peter were very proud of their pack.

After Kira had returned from California, with good news of her father's recovery, they booked a shoot for both Kira and Stiles. Chris got both kitsune together and he loved to work with them. Before she'd gotten back, Chris had already gotten Stiles in front of his camera four more times, each with Peter, helping Stiles grow more comfortable with his fox.

"Okay, that's a wrap," Chris announced, smiling at the two. "You did great."

Kira grinned happily at Chris and then kissed Stiles' cheek before she practically bolted into her girlfriend's arms, nuzzling into Malia's neck. The coyote wrapped her arms around Kira's waist, holding her close and nosing along Kira's shoulder. While the couple was cuddling, Chris went to sit with Stiles, whose eyes had dropped to his tails once the distraction of Chris' instructions and Kira's touch had stopped. But Derek hadn't stepped in, so Stiles didn't seem panicked.

"They are kind of…" Stiles blinked, fingers ghosting over his tail. "Pretty?"

"They're absolutely gorgeous," Chris corrected with a smile. "You're absolutely gorgeous, kit."

"Don't call me that, that sounds too close to 'kid'," Stiles wiggled his nose.

"Little fox?" Chris suggested with a playful grin. "Vixen?"

The blush he got at that last one was breathtaking. With a laugh did he pull Stiles close. A soft sigh came from Stiles and the boy gladly snuggled into Chris' side, relaxing. It was important to gentle Stiles out of a shoot, he was still too tense during them, even if it was getting better.

/break\

Stiles groaned exhausted when he walked into the house. A month after Stiles had joined the pack, his Alphas had insisted that him and Kira should move into the pack house. Because Malia and Kira had finally sealed their matebond last weekend, in a gorgeous ceremony in the woods, and Kira would have always moved in after the sealing. She'd just been feeling guilty about it because of Stiles. But now that Stiles was pack too, there was no reason for him to be left on his own. Though he hadn't wanted to assume. It had been Chris and Peter who put the offer on the table, gentle and patient and giving him the chance to back out and keep his apartment if he wanted. He'd practically leaped at the offer, because he did not want to live alone and he'd quickly come to love the pack.

"You look exhausted, vixen," Chris commented in that dark, pleasant voice of his.

Somehow, the nickname had become a thing. Stiles couldn't help the warm, pleased feeling it gave him. The next moment, Chris took four of the bags from Stiles, allowing him to relax a little.

"I am never going shopping with Lydia, Allison and Erica again," Stiles declared. "I'm dying."

"Thank you for your sacrifice, Stiles," Boyd commented with a grin. "I love Erica to death, but shopping with her is hell. Jackson, Derek, Isaac and I usually draw straws."

"Cora and Malia always get themselves out of it somehow and I hate them for it," Jackson added.

Stiles laughed and walked over to the couch, flopping down with his head in Boyd's lap and his feet in Jackson's lap. Jackson's fingers circled his ankle, scent marking the newest member of their pack, while Boyd patted Stiles' hair. It made Chris smile pleased while he carried the shopping bags upstairs, putting the girls' bags into their rooms and Stiles' into the boy's. The fact that he could identify which bag belonged to whom with one glance spoke to how well he knew his pack. Chris lingered in Stiles' bedroom, taking it all in, pleased by how much Stiles had made the place his.

"Don't judge my mess," Stiles grumbled as he came up behind Chris.

He grabbed Chris' hand in passing, pulling the photographer along toward the bed and when Stiles threw himself onto it, he gave Chris' hand another gentle tug. A pleased smile spread over Chris' lips as he climbed into the bed behind Stiles and wrapped his arms around the boy. With a content sigh did Stiles snuggle up into Chris' chest. Something they noticed very quickly into Stiles' integration into the pack was how tactile Stiles was. Kira told them that it was due to how long he'd been without pack, and how much he'd retreated even before they left Beacon Hills.

Apparently, while he'd been possessed, the Nogitsune had driven a katana through his former Alpha and best friend, nearly killing him. Stiles had been so afraid of himself, of hurting them again, that he flinched away from all of them. The only one who had a chance of getting close was the only other kitsune on the pack. The more he deteriorated, the more he isolated himself, the clearer it became to his old pack that Stiles needed to leave, for his own good. Every place held bad memories for Stiles, Kira told them about the sheriff station that the Nogitsune had blown up, the people the demon had killed. Due to how strong their bond had grown, Kira had decided to go with Stiles. It'd been a tearful goodbye and Kira, Stiles and the rest of their old pack all wished it wasn't necessary, but the longer Kira and Stiles lived in London, the more Stiles had opened up and healed.

Still, he'd been touch-starved, only receiving touch and comfort from Kira. Now that he was pack and now that he was gradually less and less afraid of accidentally hurting someone because of his fox, he let them touch him, allowed them to comfort and hold him. The betas were more than happy to provide it, scent-mark and comfort their newest pack-member, and Chris and Peter in particular were eager to hold their boy, cover him in their scents and make him comfortable with them.

"You know you're allowed to say no to the betas, right?" Chris murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Stiles' neck. "You'll still be loved and part of the pack even if you tell them no."

Stiles made a soft noise at that, shaking his head. "No, I'm just complaining about how exhausting it is. It's still fun though. I love Erica's snark and Lydia has such an eye for finding stuff that actually makes me look good? And Allison is like my favorite – don't tell Jackson or Erica."

"Don't make it sound so surprising that Lydia finds clothes that make you look good," Chris growled lightly. "You always look good, vixen. I thought our shoots had proven that."

"I still think that most of that is just your camera wizardry," Stiles countered dryly. "There is no way I actually look as good as you make me look, Chris."

The light growl turned a little darker in protest, which summoned Peter into the room. "Why are you growling at our pretty boy, Christopher? And scoot over some, share."

Huffing amused, Chris pulled Stiles closer against his chest and scooted to one side of the bed so Peter could lay down on Stiles' other side. With a pleased look on his face did Peter lay an arm over Stiles' hips to rest on Chris' waist. He got closer, until Stiles could rest his head on Peter's chest.

"Our pretty boy," Chris deliberately repeated Peter's words. "Once again claims that his pictures turning out so good is all on me. And while I do claim credit for my part in it, he needs to realize just how breathtaking he is, wouldn't you agree, love?"

Peter frowned, clearly displeased. He used his free hand to grab Stiles' chin and make their boy look up at him, even as Stiles tried to avoid the Alpha's gaze, flustered in embarrassment.

"Look," Stiles glowered defensively. "I spent all my life being the awkward lanky flailing boy. I got my first boyfriend when I was seventeen, guys. I'm not even being self-deprecating, it's just a proven point from past experiences. Stop looking at me like that, Peter."

"I am mentally glaring at every single person who has ever given you that very false impression."

Peter growled, then nipped at Stiles' neck, nuzzling it. He got a grunt in agreement from Chris, who brushed his lips against the back of Stiles' neck again, drifting up until he managed to capture his mate's lips in a slow, deep kiss. A pleased rumble sounded in Peter's chest as the Alpha leaned into the kiss more. At least until their boy between them squeaked and swatted at them.

"Oi, if you guys wanna make out, go and do it in your own bed! This is my bed, I should be the only one who gets some loving in here, damn it. Not be squished between you horny bastards."

"I mean, if you want to get some loving…" Peter purred, a broad, teasing grin on his lips.

His hand slowly ran down Stiles' side, fingers teasingly caressing the bare skin where Stiles' shirt had riled up. Stiles' breath hitched and he stared at the Alpha with the widest eyes possible. Sighing, Chris sat up some, putting a little distance between himself and Stiles.

"This was the most inappropriate way to start this conversation, Peter."

Peter narrowed his eyes at his mate and raised his chin. "I'm sorry I couldn't resist. In my defense, our pretty boy keeps being tempting, at one point even my iron-clad control cracks."

The soft little noise he got from Stiles made the Alpha flash his eyes red and stare down at their pretty boy, all the predator he was, zeroing in on his prey. Stiles blushed furiously, his eyes if possible growing even wider and staring up at him like the prey ready to be devoured.

"You told me your Spark chose me as your Alpha," Peter whispered gently, grasping Stiles' face. "My wolf chose you as its mate. The first day you walked into the studio. Your scent was overwhelming, I wanted to devour you whole, make you mine. I haven't felt that way since I first laid eyes on Christopher. Your Spark and my wolf both knew we belong together."

Stiles turned his head, eyebrows furrowed as he regarded Chris nervously. Peter also turned his attention to the photographer, waiting what his mate would do, now that the cards were on the table. Two whole months, two months since Stiles had walked into their lives and Peter had been so damn patient. At first because Stiles relied on him to learn to be comfortable with his fox and that was too important to jeopardize. Then, honestly, preparations for Malia and Kira's mating ceremony had fully taken over their lives. Kira and Stiles moving in and getting settled. It seemed like something always came up, but Peter was tired, he was done. Stiles was much more comfortable with his fox now, he had found his place among their pack, he seemed happy. It was time to make him theirs.

"I may not be a supernatural creature like the two of you, I don't have a Spark or a wolf to tell me these things, but I did know when I first had you in front of my lens that I want you, vixen," Chris chuckled, gently cupping Stiles' face, thumb running over his cheek. "You should be ours."

"Oh," Stiles swallowed hard. "I thought Cora, Isaac and Erica were just trying to make me feel better about my crush when they said I totally had a chance with you."

Peter chuckled at that. "You totally have a chance with us, if you want it."

Without hesitation did Stiles dive forward, crashing their lips together in a desperate and deep kiss that conveyed just how much Stiles wanted it too. Peter grinned into the kiss, hands on Stiles' hips and pulling the boy closer. They turned over, until Peter had Stiles in his lap.

"Can I have some of that too?" Chris asked amused, watching them.

Stiles jerked away so fast, he would have fallen over, if not for Chris behind him. The photographer gladly caught him, pulling Stiles into a kiss of their own and oh did they look gorgeous together. Peter's wolf purred happily at the image of his mates together like that.

/break\

Stiles absolutely loved photo-shoots with Boyd and Erica. Not just because they were his favorite couple (nobody tell Kira and Malia!), but also because he had mad chemistry with both of them. Which meant that his boyfriends got extra jealous. When he did a shoot with Kira, Chris and Peter didn't get jealous, apparently everyone in the pack had happily filed Stiles and Kira away as family. But when Erica had her hand on his ass like that and Boyd's face was pressed into Stiles' neck, he could hear the Alpha growl lowly where he stood with Derek and Chris.

"You are such a tease," Erica whispered amused. "You're driving Peter mad there."

Stiles just grinned wickedly and bared his throat more for Boyd, who huffed in agreement with his mate, one hand on Erica's hip, drawing her closer and thus squishing Stiles more between them. The growling from Peter grew louder, being answered by a warning growl from Derek to behave.

"Who knows, if I misbehave enough maybe he'll spank me," Stiles whispered back at Erica.

"That's enough," Peter barked out, all fangs and red eyes. "Everyone, out now."

Derek made a miserable noise. "Stiles, you can't keep doing this."

"Why? Peter's not part of this shoot," Stiles looked at Derek most innocently. "I am being very professional with my shooting partners. Am I not being professional, Boyd? Erica?"

"Absolutely," Boyd chuckled, even as he backed off. "But I'm leaving. Because I do not need to see our Alpha spank you. Otherwise I'll need therapy."

"I wouldn't mind watching," Erica chimed in.

Boyd rolled his eyes and grabbed his mate by the waist, hoisting Erica up to carry her out. She was cackling even as she wrapped her legs around his waist and started kissing him. Man, Stiles loved these two. Derek gave Stiles a final withering glare before he followed the couple out. On the couch, Stiles turned to face his boyfriends. There was a scowl on Chris' face and Peter was still all Alpha. Biting his lip, Stiles grinned mischievously.

"So, here's the thing," Stiles drawled, slowly unbuttoning the last buttons on his shirt. "I've been trying to have sex with you two for like three weeks now. While I appreciate this whole courting phase thing, all the gifts are amazing and the dates are awesome and I live for all the cuddling we do, if I don't get a dick in me soon, I'm going to implode. I don't know if you guys are being oldfashioned, with the courting and sex only after the matebond is sealed or something, or if you think I'll break into a billion pieces if you fuck me, because of the fox, but…"

Stiles tilted his head to the side, baring his throat to the Alpha, eyes a blazing silver as the black aura of his kitsune surrounded him, tails whipping around him. "The fox wants you too."

In a flurry of movement did Chris and Peter make their way to the couch, losing a significant amount of clothes on their way. He'd really been trying to seduce them for weeks but every time he got close to it, they'd find some flimsy excuse not to. It made him start to feel like they may not want him. Which had made Erica snort when he'd told her and she had suggested to 'push harder'. So here he was, pushing harder. And getting pushed into the couch in return.

"You're such a brat," Peter growled, pinning Stiles and kissing him harshly.

Stiles grinned pleased into the kiss, gasping when Chris started opening his pants and pushing them down. A soft moan escaped him at the feeling of Chris' fingers wrapping around his dick. Peter's lips were wandering down to Stiles' neck, latching on, biting and sucking. Marking.

"C'mon, vixen," Chris prompted, the fingers of his free hand pushing against Stiles' lips. "Suck."

Opening wide, Stiles sucked the fingers in readily, twirling his tongue around them, coating them and teasing the photographer until Chris looked ready to eat him whole. Grinning, Stiles sucked the fingers in deeper, lapping at Chris' palm with the tip of his tongue.

"You can have his ass first, I need his mouth," Chris announced, not looking away from Stiles' lips.

Peter gave a breathy laugh. "That is more than fine by me, husband."

When Chris pulled his fingers out, he moved them down to Stiles' ass, careful and gentle and very confused when two fingers easily slipped into Stiles. The man's eyebrows raised high.

"You two refuse to put out but leave me unsupervised in a house filled with semi-pornographic photos of Peter," Stiles raised his chin in challenge. "I own a dildo and I use it. And I may have used it this morning while admiring our first shoot together."

The sound from Peter was the most primal, terrifying and arousing thing Stiles had ever heard. "You fucked yourself while looking at our shoot together?"

The next second, he got kissed until he was dizzy from lack of air and arousal alike. He was left a panting, needy mess by the time Chris finally pulled his fingers out of Stiles again and deemed him prepped enough. Between the two men, he was manhandled onto his hands and knees. Chris knelt down in front of him, his impressive and oh-so delicious looking cock right in front of Stiles' face and before the photographer even had his fingers in Stiles' hair did Stiles have his lips on that dick. Chris groaned and threw his head back, fingers curling tightly into Stiles' hair.

"Such a pretty mouth, so talented," Chris muttered, sounding fond and pleased.

Peter's hands found their place on Stiles' hips and finally did Peter's dick push into him, spreading him so much wider than his toy. The wolf was fucking the way Stiles had hoped he would. Hard, deep, in a punishing pace that would have Stiles panting and begging if he wasn't occupied with sucking Chris off. He'd be so sore tomorrow and he loved that thought, wanted to feel Peter inside him all day long tomorrow. His own cock bounced against his belly with every harsh thrust from Peter, until the little noises Stiles managed around Chris' cock were enough to make the wolf finally grab his dick and jerk him off. Maybe Stiles should be embarrassed of how fast he came, but between having Peter's hand on his dick, Peter's dick hitting his prostate over and over, and Chris' cock down his throat? How was Stiles possibly supposed to last more than a few additional thrusts from both his lovers before he came all over the expensive white leather-couch. His lovers weren't too far behind though and Stiles could definitely get addicted to the feeling of being filled with cum from both ends, swallowing as much of what Chris gave him while Peter came deep inside him.

"The betas are gonna insist we burn this couch, you know," Stiles said as soon as Chris pulled out.

He got a startled laugh from both men before he was pulled into a gentle hug from both sides, happily snuggling in between them and enjoying the little kisses he was being peppered with. Maybe they could take it home, keep it in their bedroom? This couch was where Peter had taught him control and where they had made him fall in love with them, after all. It was a good couch.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: HAH this one actually features smut! Still funny to me that my first NnT AU didn't xD" But yeah! Stiles owns his fox... and his hunter and also his wolf, but those two in a veeery different way ;D Also I am so happy I got to write Stira bestieism for the first time, she is my favorite girl I want them to be besties so badly