Mischief Mondays Chapter 12: Steter - The Alpha's Claim, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: The Alpha's Claim – Mischief Mondays Series

Tags: m/m, the Hale Pack Moves to London, Pack Alpha Peter, Spark Stiles, jealousy, possessiveness, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, facial

Main Pairing: Peter/Stiles

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

Summary: The Hale Pack is hosting a meeting of all London Packs. Peter doesn't like the attention some of the Alphas are paying to his Emissary. Stiles gets really pissed about Peter's growling and hostile behavior and confronts his Alpha. Peter finally confesses and admits that his inner wolf needs to mark Stiles up, make sure Stiles is sufficiently covered in his own scent to make others back off.

The Alpha's Claim

Mischief Mondays Series

Moving his pack to London after Peter regained his Alpha status had been the second greatest decision Peter ever made. The greatest was to court a certain little Spark into being his Emissary. The new Hale Pack was glorious and it was in large parts thanks to Stiles. Powerful, magnificent Stiles, who wielded his magic with confidence and strength at this point.

He'd merely followed a gut-instinct in going where him and Derek had sent Jackson years ago, the former Hale beta serving like a beacon of their own. He'd moved to London and found happiness and healing there, so Peter, Derek, Cora, Boyd, Erica and Isaac had hoped to find it too. The Alpha Pack had fucked them up to varying degrees, but it had also granted Peter the opportunity to kill an Alpha, after Derek gave up his own Alpha sparks. The Nogitsune, the return of Gerard as the 'Benefactor', trying to get his revenge on Beacon Hills… It had all been too much. They left, to find a better place, a better future – or any future, really. Beacon Hills killed too many at that point for Peter to truly believe there was a future there.

It was only after the teenagers graduated that Lydia and Stiles came to join them, big grin on Stiles' lips as he declared that they were going to college in London and needed a place to crash. Three months later and Peter had his perfect Emissary at his side.

And Stiles was so wonderful at it! He had easily charmed the other Emissaries of London, he'd organized this meeting, he always protected their pack, had put protective wards on the Hale Estate.

The only problem here was that Stiles had also charmed the other Alphas of London. Peter ground his teeth together as he watched Alpha Robert Hayes talk to Stiles, a hand on Stiles' back. The hand slowly slipped down, resting on Stiles' lower back. Lingering. Leaving his scent behind on Peter's Emissary. Worse yet, on Peter's Stiles. The worst was that Stiles didn't step away.

A deep growl tore from his throat, gaining the attention of most in the room. The rest was polite to ignore it. Not Stiles though. The Spark turned narrowed eyes on Peter, before he gave his attention back to Alpha Hayes. Stiles rested a comforting hand on the man's arm. Peter growled.

"If you'll excuse me, Rob," Stiles smiled oh so sweetly and then raised his voice. "Our pack prepared some light snacks and drinks outside in the garden, why don't you follow our Right Hand to enjoy the mild evening and mingle some more before dinner later?"

Derek forced a smile and led the way outside. Erica had proved to be a pretty good bartender, while Boyd had prepared the snacks. The betas were all spread out among the visiting packs, socializing, playing nice and right now leading them outside to the garden. When Peter went to follow, he was stopped by Stiles' firm grip on his upper arm. Not that Stiles could stop him if Peter didn't allow it.

"Not you," Stiles growled out between clenched teeth. "Upstairs. Right now."

Peter gave a jerky nod, not used to Stiles taking that kind of tone with him. He let himself be dragged upstairs and into the Spark's bedroom. Because all bedrooms were magically soundproof, for everyone's sanity's sake. Which meant that whatever Stiles wanted to say to him was not to be aired in front of their pack and the visiting packs. Stiles whirled around the moment the door closed.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Stiles spat the words out. "I've been working so hard, organizing this event for the past month! First big thing I'm doing as your Emissary, in a representative way, not just the protect-the-pack thing I do anyway and would still do even if I wasn't Emissary, but official representative work. I thought that was a sign of your trust in me, but instead, it feels like you are deliberately sabotaging the evening by growling at our guests and being a hostile asshole. So just give me one good reason, why you are behaving like the king of assholes instead of the suave, charming Alpha I know you can be, because I'm two hostile growls away from quitting."

Stiles stared at him with fire in his eyes. Quite literally so; his eyes were ablaze with the turquoise flame of his magic, sparks in electric teal flew off his fingers in his rage. The snarl on his face was the finishing touch, making him look all like the deadly, powerful force of nature that he was. The most powerful magic user in London. Peter knew not a single one of the other Emissaries could hold a candle to his gorgeous little Spark. It was near funny to Peter, a man seeking power like it was air to breath, that Stiles' power had only come as an added bonus, the sprinkles on top, when the Alpha was already long gone on the gorgeous, snarky loudmouth.

"They keep touching you," Peter growled out between fangs, his own eyes shining bright.

"...What?" Stiles blinked surprised, jerking back a little.

"Hayes and Harlow and even Mitchell, they're all over you," Peter snarled tensely. "Rico was rubbing herself against you like a cat in heat earlier! All these Alphas, acting like they can touch my Emissary. Like they have a right to let their touches linger, I saw Gupta scent-mark you earlier. You smell like them when I'm the only Alpha you should smell like, they should smell me all over you and know to back off, know that you are mine."

He watched the bob of Stiles' Adam's apple, saw the way Stiles stared at him with large eyes. Those ridiculously big, pretty doe-eyes, they really got to Peter. The long lashes, the golden-brown color, the prey-like optics it gave Stiles whenever he'd stare at Peter like this, all wide-eyed. His pretty pink mouth hung open a little bit as Stiles kept simply staring a him, instead of reacting.

"That's…" Stiles trailed off for a moment, looking unsure and also strangely hopeful. "That's not just Alpha possessive of their Emissary behavior… right?"

Peter took a slow, deep breath. This was not how he had planned it. No, tonight was supposed to be all about Stiles' accomplishment as his Emissary and after a successful night, he had wanted to congratulate Stiles and then to formally ask to court him. Because He'd been patiently waiting for so long, for Stiles to be off age, to be here in London with him, to be comfortable in his role as Emissary, and to not drown in the stress of organizing this milestone event tonight. To host the allied packs, it was the first big event any Emissary held, a sign of both them and their Alpha accepting this role and presenting themselves to the world together. So Peter knew how busy Stiles had been organizing it and he hadn't wanted to derail that with courting. He had, however, also not meant to derail this evening with his possessive wolf rearing its head like that…

"I apologize," Peter smoothed out his features, fangs and claws gone. "I know how important tonight is, I didn't mean to… make you, or our pack, look back. I'll restrain myself."

"That," Stiles crossed his arms and cocked one eyebrow. "Is not an answer to my question."

Grinding his teeth together, Peter stepped forward. Stiles didn't back down either though, leaving them with barely a breath between them. Defiant whiskey eyes stared at Peter in a challenge that the Alpha would not back down from even if he wanted to.

"I," Peter's voice was barely a whisper as he leaned in so it caressed Stiles' ear. "Have wanted to make you mine since the parking garage and I have been incredibly patient about it, darling, so do not test me now, or else I will finally stake my claim, right now."

He meant to push Stiles' buttons, fluster the Spark and make him back off so they could go back to the party. There was no reality in which Peter would do anything his boy didn't want, but right now, he wanted to play up the big, bad wolf and chase little red back down to the party.

Stiles raised his chin and narrowed his eyes at the Alpha, before leaning in to whisper into Peter's ear. "I have been waiting for you to drag me to your bedroom since I moved here. I thought it was my age, back in Beacon Hills, but then I moved here and we spent so much time together and you still ignored every attempt at flirting and I was really starting to think that I was being an idiot who'd been too hopeful and seen things that weren't there."

"Flirting?" Peter raised his eyebrows, turning so he could look into Stiles' eyes.

"Yes, flirting!" Stiles threw his hands up in the air. "Why am I so certified bad at flirting? Danny kept thinking I was doing a shit job at being the number one ally when I was flirting with him, Lydia didn't even realize I existed for years, you! Argh. Yes, I have been trying to flirt with you."

Tilting his head, Peter rested a tentative hand on Stiles' waist. "Don't tempt me, little Spark."

"Mh," Stiles leaned back a little and regarded him slowly. "So you don't want to 'claim' me then. Well, I know Rob would be up for it, he's asked me out on dates repeatedly, you know, so if you're not interested in claiming me, I'm sure I can find an Alpha who is up to the-"

Peter caught the brat off by kissing him, hard and hungry. He bit Stiles' lip and plunged his tongue in when Stiles opened his mouth for a gasp. He was intend on mapping it all out, tasting his boy, claiming his mouth and making it all his. Stiles gave a needy moan as his tongue started moving against Peter's. Good. Peter's other hand also landed on Stiles' waist, holding him tightly in place even as his Emissary started bucking against him, trying to gain friction. Peter wasn't allowing it though, keeping Stiles in place and away from grinding against him. No rewards for brats.

"Peter," Stiles whined, trying to buck up again.

"Mh?" Peter growled, slowly dragging his lips down Stiles' jawline. "I don't hear you saying what you want, I just hear you trying to goat me. I won't reward that kind of behavior, sweetheart."

Stiles' hands were on his wrists, hopelessly trying to tug like he could move a wolf who didn't want to be moved. Peter smirked pleased at the heady spike of arousal from Stiles. Despite his whines, the Spark definitely liked this, liked being held down, controlled, maybe even being denied.

"I have wanted you for years, darling," Peter drawled, teeth scratching down Stiles' throat, which was so readily bared to him. "I've been patient. I can wait for you to tell me what you want."

"I told you what I want," Stiles whined, now clawing at Peter's chest. "I want you."

"No," Peter hummed, biting lightly at Stiles' throat, making the boy whimper. "You said you had expected me to drag you to my bed, and that you were flirting with me. But you haven't said what you want, darling. I see you bucking here like you want something, but you're not saying what you want from me. I told you what I wanted. I want to claim you. What do you want, Mieczysław?"

A cute little whine at the way Stiles' name rolled off Peter's tongue. His hands were pawing at Peter's chest, eyes half-lid and cheeks flushed, that pretty mouth all red from their kiss. Peter captured it again, in one more kiss, as hungry as the last but slower. Savoring it.

"You," Stiles gasped, fingers clawing into Peter's shirt.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" Peter nuzzled into Stiles' neck. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to claim me, Alpha," Stiles' voice was so breathy and needy, it was beautiful. "I want you to mark me and fuck me and let all the other Alphas know who I belong to. Let them know I'm only yours, all yours, Alpha."

"Beautiful," Peter murmured pleased, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Stiles' throat. "So good for me, sweetheart, you're my good boy, aren't you?"

Stiles whined a little and the pleased flush on his cheeks showed Peter how much he reveled in the praise. Stealing another kiss from those pink lips, Peter started unbuttoning Stiles' shirt and then pushing it off Stiles' shoulders. He only reluctantly stepped away from Stiles, just enough so he could continue undressing his Spark, before he also shed his own clothes. Stiles made a soft, hungry noise as his eyes trailed up and down Peter's naked body. The Alpha grinned pleased.

"Well," Stiles bounced on the balls of his feet. "Do something! Mark me!"

His boy's impatience made Peter laugh. "Don't rush it, sweetheart."

Still, he went to sit down on the edge of the bed, deliberately spreading his legs. His cock stood hard and proud between his thighs and it immediately drew Stiles' attention. A pink tongue darted out of Stiles' distracting mouth, licking his lips. Peter's eyes flashed red at the motion, but he didn't speak for now. He wanted to see what his little Spark was going to do on his own account. Stiles took an impressive two seconds before he just dropped onto his knees between Peter's legs. A smirk curled around Peter's lips and hunger flared in his stomach when Stiles looked up at him. Those doe-eyes were even more enchanting when Stiles tilted his head like that looking up at Peter from between the Alpha's legs, mouth open just a little. Reaching out, he ran his fingers through Stiles' hair, gentle and praising. Stiles happily leaned into his touch.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart," Peter requested in a dark voice.

"I want your dick in my mouth," Stiles licked his lips, hunger in his eyes. "Please, Alpha?"

It was that last addition that made Peter smirk again, oh so pleased. "Go on then, darling."

There was just a mild glare from Stiles at how generous Peter made the offer sound, but he decided that he wanted to suck off Peter more than he wanted to snark at the Alpha and wasn't that spectacular in itself. Eager lips wrapped around Peter and swallowed so much of him right off the gate, like Stiles was a starving man and Peter was his final meal. Groaning, Peter tilted his head back at the blissful feeling for only a moment before he forced himself to look back down. He didn't want to miss the enchanting image of Stiles swallowing him whole. Those pink lips looked perfect stretched around his cock like that. Peter's grip on Stiles' hair tightened.

"Perfect," Peter groaned. "I knew that clever little mouth would be perfect for this."

Stiles keened around Peter's cock at the praise, the vibration even more pleasurable than what Stiles was doing with his tongue already. Stiles swallowed around him, making Peter's hips jerk. When Stiles hollowed out his cheeks and sucked hard, Peter started cursing. He'd gotten plenty of blowjobs in his life, but never had he had a lover where it felt more like the blowjob was about their pleasure in stead of his. This was Stiles taking something that he wanted and it was mesmerizing. His cock hit the back of Stiles' throat and though the Spark gagged for a moment, he still kept going, so greedy for Peter's cock. It was when Peter's orgasm was building up that he started tugging on Stiles' hair, not to pull him closer but to pull him off.

"Darling boy, I'm going to come," Peter groaned, pulling again.

Stiles hummed and tried to dive deeper, holding onto Peter's thighs. Peter gave a soft growl.

"I want to come on your face, baby," Peter clarified. "Be a good boy, let go and open wide."

That did the trick. Stiles gasped for breath as he pulled off, sitting back and staring at him with eager expectation, mouth wide open and tongue sticking out. With another groan did Peter wrap his hand around his aching cock to jerk himself off. It didn't take much, especially with Stiles all wide-eyed and open mouthed between his legs on the floor like that, lips red and shiny with spit from sucking him off. Peter shot thick ropes of cum all over Stiles' face, painting it so prettily and landing a large portion of it in the boy's mouth. Stiles licked his lips with a pleased look on his face, but when he lifted a hand to wipe some cum off his cheek, Peter caught his wrist.

"That… stays there, for now," Peter growled with red eyes.

After he let go of Stiles' wrist, he rubbed a thumb over Stiles' cheek, rubbing his cum into the boy's skin to make sure the scent would stick for as long as possible. A soft noise escaped Stiles, cheeks dark red. But he did lower his hand like a good boy.

"That enough marking for you, Alpha?" Stiles asked, one eyebrow raised. "But if you expect me to walk downstairs like this, I am drawing the line."

Peter snorted out an amused laugh. "No, darling, of course not. I just need my scent to sink in, mh? Give it a bit. Besides, the picture you paint is quite enchanting. But no, it's not enough. I want to fuck you, I want you fully covered in my scent, outside and inside, baby."

Stiles' eyes landed on Peter's soft dick. "I mean, I'd be up for it, but you aren't."

Peter huffed. "You are such a brat, I literally came a minute ago. Werewolves may have better stamina, but we need a moment. So, how about you help out with that and put that talented mouth of yours to good sue getting me nice and hard again so I can fuck you?"

Honey-whiskey eyes sparkled with greed and the next second, those pretty lips were on Peter's dick again. He happily suckled on Peter's soft cock, licking and teasing until it filled and hardened. That mouth, Peter always knew it was going to be the end of him one day, he just hadn't expected it to be like this. When he was fully hard, he had to pull Stiles off, because the boy seemed eager enough to make him come with his tongue again. Stiles gave a little whine in complaint.

"I can't fuck you if you suck me off again, sweetheart," Peter chuckled amused. "C'mere."

He pulled Stiles up and laid him out on the bed beneath himself. Presenting Stiles with two fingers, he didn't even have to tell the boy to suck, that greedy mouth wrapped around them instantly.

"Your oral fixation is going to keep me on my toes, isn't it?" Peter growled playfully.

Stiles grinned around the fingers as he swirled his tongue around them. Peter's dick started twitching with the need to be buried inside his Emissary, so he pulled his fingers out of Stiles' mouth to instead reach down between Stiles' legs. He pushed against the velvety soft, tight hole, careful and gentle as he eased his way in, taking his time to open Stiles up. He enjoyed every whine and cute soft from Stiles, until they got so desperate that he started feeling cruel for not giving his boy more. Peter leaned over Stiles, kissing him deeply as he pulled his fingers out. He got to swallow the cute noise of protest from Stiles and stopped it entirely when he instead pushed the head of his dick into the tight hole. They both moaned when Peter started pushing into Stiles.

"You're so tight, love," Peter groaned, supporting himself with one hand next to Stiles' head, the other reaching between their bodies to jerk Stiles off. "I wanted to be inside you for so long."

"Fuck," Stiles gasped, bucking his hips. "I have been thinking about this so much, you're… fuck, you are bigger than I thought, I'm gonna feel you all day."

A wolfish grin spread over Peter's lips, thrusts picking up. "Gonna make you feel all empty without my dick, make you beg me for it every night, baby, mh?"

A guttural moan was the only warning before Stiles came hard in his hand, coating Peter's stomach with his own cum. Peter grinned pleased, capturing Stiles' lips in another deep kiss while giving it some last shallow thrusts before he also came, enjoying the way Stiles' muscles tightened around him, coaxing his orgasm out of him. Peter laid down next to Stiles, pulling his boy close even after he pulled out. His fingers found their way to Stiles' loose hole, teasing it and pushing his cum back in and playing with it until Stiles was whining softly in protest.

"We should get back to the party," Stiles sighed. "We're the hosts. Alpha and Emissary."

"Alpha and Alpha Mate?" Peter asked, scratching his teeth over Stiles' neck. "Let me claim you?"

Stiles stilled in his arms for a moment, before nodding wildly. "Yes. Please."

Peter growled before sinking his teeth in, biting Stiles' neck to mark his mate. When he pulled back, Stiles leaned over himself to bite Peter right back, claiming the Alpha as his just as much.

"You're mine," Stiles hummed, kissing the mark he'd left.

Peter's wolf purred pleased and he smiled delighted himself. "I am, darling, you have no idea just how true that is. And you are mine now. And everyone will know it."

"Possessive idiot," Stiles sighed and rolled his eyes. "So, can I clean up my face now? Because actually this is getting a little uncomfortable and crusty there."

Peter grumbled beneath his breath but nodded. He opened his arms to let his mate – his mate – go into the bathroom. A pleased smile spread over the Alpha's lips as he watched the light limp to Stiles' steps and the way Peter's cum slowly tickled down those nice, pale thighs. His.

While Stiles was cleaning up in the bathroom, Peter took a tissue to clean up himself. Not too much, because he wanted the scent of their love making strong on him, wanted to smell like Stiles. He grinned brightly as he wiped Stiles' cum off his stomach.

"Okay," Stiles sighed and stretched. "As much as I'd love to take a nap in your arms right now, we have a party to get back to. Are you ready to get back to it and actually behave yourself?"

Peter's smile was all teeth. "I am always well-behaved darling."

"That is a blatant and painful lie and I don't need to be a wolf to know it."

Stiles snorted, but he looked fond. The two of them got dressed and, just before they could leave the bedroom did Peter pull Stiles into another deep kiss. He frowned at the way Stiles' dress-shirt covered up the mate-mark and all the pretty hickeys he'd left along Stiles' shoulders. Once again, he unbuttoned Stiles' shirt, while the Spark swatted at his hands.

"Not another round, I mean it we have to get back to the party, Hornwolf," Stiles chided.

"Not looking for another round, I will be well-behaved until our guests leave."

Peter rolled his eyes and took Stiles' shirt off, before removing his own shirt. Stiles raised an eyebrow at him, not believing Peter. At least not until Peter took his own v-neck and put it on Stiles. A pleased smile spread over Peter's lips as he saw the way the deep v cut slipped and showed off half a dozen hickeys and perfectly displayed the mate-mark. Perfect. Catching his reflection in the mirror, Stiles rolled his eyes when he realized what Peter had done.

"You're horrible," Stiles snorted. "I guess I can be glad you're not taking a sharpie to my forehead and writing Peter Hale's Don't Touch on me, huh?"

"Don't give me ideas, darling," Peter purred pleased while putting on Stiles' shirt.

They were about the same height, but Peter was broader than Stiles so the shirt spanned very tightly over his pecks and he had to leave the top four buttons open. Stiles made a distressed noise.

"Fuck, that's hot," Stiles licked his lips before shaking his head. "Okay, we have to get out of this bedroom right now before I push down your pants and ride you while you wear my clothes."

Peter made a soft, pleased sound at that. "Sounds like a worthy reward to me for after I behaved my best for the rest of this party, don't you agree, sweetheart?"

Again, Stiles rolled his eyes, but oh he looked so fond. They walked down the stairs as a united front and went out to the garden, where every single person present immediately turned toward them. Some of their own pack made gagging noises because they did not want to know about Peter fucking Stiles, while Erica gave both Peter and Stiles separately thumbs ups.

"I apologize for the interruption," Peter cleared his throat. "Something urgent demanded my attention. And by 'something urgent', I mean my mate."

He grinned wickedly, resting his hand just beneath the mate-mark, gently caressing it. Stiles flushed but bared his throat a little to show it off. The blush got darker when most of the wolves started clapping and then congratulating the two of them. The Alphas whose touches had lingered on Stiles before now respectfully either didn't touch him or kept them appropriately short.

"Stop looking so smug, Alpha," Stiles hissed embarrassed.

"How," Peter blinked innocently at him. "I get to show off my beautiful, perfect, powerful mate. What else could a wolf be smug about if not that?"

With a sigh did Stiles tilt his head back against Peter's chest, allowing the Alpha to nose at the mate-mark again, while the nearest wolves cooed at them. Peter wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist to pull him flush against his chest, impatient to ravish his mate all over again, but playing the perfectly polite and charming host and Alpha right now, to please his mate. Anything for Stiles.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's Note: BEHOLD! A PWP that actually stayed a PWP! I am sobbing in joy. But yeah, the whole point of this story really was that I needed jealous and possessive Peter covering Stiles in his cum to stake his claim ;D