Mischief Mondays Chapter 19: Stetaliopher - The Spark's Alphas, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: The Spark's Alphas – Little Red, the Hunter and the Big, Bad Wolves

Tags: m/m/m/m, polyamory, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, double penetration, roleplay, crossdress

Main Pairing: Deucalion/Stiles & Chris/Stiles & Peter/Stiles (they share)

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

Prompts: roleplay / dress-up / power dynamic

Summary: Alphas pledged their loyalty to the Spark overseeing their loyalty and it wasn't rare for the Spark to pick their mate among those Alphas. It was a little more unusual for said Spark to bond with all of his territory's Alphas, but then Stiles never did things the conventional way.

The Spark's Alphas

Little Red, the Hunter and the Big, Bad Wolves

When Stiles first became the Spark of Beacon County, he'd been nervous about it.

His mom had been the Spark before him, the magical guardian of the lands, the vocal point of their local Nemeton. She'd died when he was eight and after that, the Emissaries of the territory took him under their wings, teaching him about his magic as best as they could. They couldn't replace the guidance his mother would have provided, none were Sparks after all, but they did their best.

Growing up, his territory had two packs. The Hale Pack, under Alpha Talia Hale, and the Blackwood Pack, under Alpha Deucalion Blackwood. Their Emissaries, Deaton and Morrell, became Stiles' mentors and Stiles grew up close to the younger betas in both packs.

Not long after his mother had died, Talia and most of her pack died in a pack war when the Argent Pack attacked trying to claim the lands. Territory with a Spark in it was highly sought after by wolves, the protection of such raw power was something every Alpha wanted.

Talia died and the Alpha Spark passed on to her younger brother and Left Hand, Peter Hale, who was quick to avenge those he had lost. Help came from an unexpected source as the Argent Alpha's son came to side with the Hales. Christopher Argent never meant for things to turn murderous, he had just wanted a safe place to raise his pup, Allison. Gerard died – and so did Chris' sister and his wife, even when outnumbered by the Hale Pack and the Blackwood Pack, they still tried to go for the kill – and Chris was left the Alpha, with only a few betas, and his daughter. Since he had done the right thing in the end, Deucalion and Peter allowed him to stay.

Life changed when Stiles was a teenager. His best friend Scott fell in love with Chris' daughter and got more involved in the Argent Pack, ultimately asking for the bite and joining the pack to be with Allison. Lydia, Allison's best friend, was a banshee and part of the pack already. Her boyfriend Jackson, always competitive, also wanted the bite when he saw Scott improve at lacrosse.

The Hale Pack also gained new betas, since only Peter, his daughter Malia, his nieces Laura and Cora, and his nephew Derek had survived the attack. They had spent years healing, together, but now that the youngest were teenagers, Peter felt like strengthening their pack. Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes and Isaac Lahey joined the Hale Pack as new betas.

The Blackwood Pack was joined by the twins Ethan and Aiden Steiner, who had recently moved to Beacon Hills, orphaned and on the run from an abusive pack.

All of these younger members of the pack were people Stiles went to school with. Stiles really liked all the betas he knew, though he had not much contact to the adults in the packs. An unpresented Spark would usually not interact with the Alphas, since they first needed to come into power, which happened around their teen years, and the goal here was to avoid any Alpha taking influence and grooming a Spark into doing only their bidding, turning a Spark into a weapon.

When he was sixteen, his Spark finally started to manifest and he started being able to perform minor magic. After all these years, he finally got to apply all the theoretical things that Deaton and Morrell had taught him so far and he was eager to learn more.

He was nineteen when he felt like he had full control of his magic and passed all the annoying tests that Morrell and Deaton put him through to ensure he was ready. With that came the official ceremonies. He tied himself to the Nemeton, giving a sacrifice of his own blood to it, swearing himself in as the guardian the lands. In return, the three Alphas pledged their loyalty to him, to helping him protect the lands. From thereon out, he interacted with the Alphas a lot.

The funniest part were probably the betas' reaction to it. Not so much the grown-up betas, but the teenagers who knew Stiles from school. Who knew the flailing, rambling mess that Stiles could be, bench-warmer of the lacrosse team. To see Stiles be deferred to by their respective Alpha, treated not as an equal but as a superior, was a very jarring experience for most of them. It probably would be for Stiles too, if he hadn't been raised and trained for this for the past eleven years.

Stiles knew who he was and where he stood. He was only one of two Sparks in all of California. He also knew, from meeting the San Francisco Spark, that he was the more powerful of the two. That wasn't even cockiness, the other Spark had told him herself. In his relations with the Alphas, Stiles held the power, Stiles was the Spark, he had all the magic, he set the wards that protected their land from intruders – so something like the Argent Pack's attack wouldn't happen again (and he often thought about how it may not have happened if his mom had still been alive, or if he had just been older, old enough to have his magic, but he couldn't change the past). He needed wolves as the physical protectors of his land, but he didn't necessarily need these wolves, there were plenty of packs out there who would literally kill to live on a Spark's territory.

That control, that power, that knowledge, showed. He showed it. He owned it.

He knew his Alphas had been doubtful at first and a part of him understood it. He was a nineteen year old brat, twenty to thirty years their junior. The trick was that he didn't back down. When they challenged him, growled or thought they could order him around, he raised his chin and snarled right back at them. He let them feel that he was the one in power, demanded their submission, until he finally earned it. After that, he earned their respect, then their trust. By the time he turned twenty, he'd also earned their friendship and a loyalty that went beyond Spark and Alpha, a loyalty that was personally chosen, that came from liking someone and being on their side.

The first time he kissed Peter was on Thanksgiving, swept up by the warmth of the Hale family party. He first kissed Chris on Christmas, under a mistletoe that Lydia had put up in the Argent house during their pack Christmas. And his first kiss with Deucalion was on New Year's Eve, with the fireworks going off in the sky behind them. None of these had been planned and Stiles absolutely spent a whole week freaking out about each of them.

None of them had come with any kind of commitment, it wasn't like Peter had kissed him and asked to court him. It had been a kiss and not brought up again, so when there had been a romantic moment with Chris on Christmas, he got the kiss he wanted so badly. But the man also didn't ask him out or court him afterward, even fled the damn room when Stiles tried to talk to him about it. So the New Year's kiss with Deuc had also felt like something Stiles could have. But he could acknowledge that having kissed all three of the Alphas who were pledged to him was a bit messy.

It was also frustrating because all three of them kept avoiding him now. That, of course, called for some drastic measures. He roped his friends, their betas, into aiding him by faking a kidnapping. He staged it so the betas would find reasons to be left behind inconspicuously along the way, taking out 'minor threats' while their respective Alpha went ahead to the 'main threat' and to free Stiles. By the time his three idiot wolves barged into the cabin in the woods that Stiles had rented as the 'lair' of his kidnappers, all the betas should be on their way back to Beacon Hills.

"Where is he?" Peter snarled, eyes glowing red and fangs bared. "Where is our Spark?"

Chris and Deucalion were right behind him. It took the three a moment to realize that Stiles was perfectly fine, not tied up, just casually lounging on the couch in the cabin. He pointedly looked at his wrist like he was checking the time on a non-existent watch and cocked one eyebrow.

"I had expected you here ten minutes earlier," Stiles stated.

"You are magnificent, dear boy," Deucalion chuckled, once he relaxed. "You freed yourself."

"Of course he did," Chris sighed, visibly relieved and somewhat proud.

Stiles raised both his eyebrows and reached for the mountain ash in the pouch at his belt. Throwing just a handful of it, he multiplied the ash and guided it to land in a circle around the couch, large enough to trap all three Alphas with him. They all reacted slow and with confusion.

"Yeah, I didn't have to free myself. I was never abducted," Stiles stared at them pointedly. "You really think I'd let someone snatch me? C'mon. You know I'm able to kick anyone's ass who'd try. Also I am usually surrounded by at least two werewolves at all times."

"What, exactly, is going on here?" Deucalion asked, eyebrows drawn together.

Stiles leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees and glaring at them all. "I'm the Spark of Beacon Hills and I am being avoided by my Alphas. It seems I need to get kidnapped for any of you to be willing to be in the same damn room as me."

All three Alphas looked surprised and awkward at that. Though they also seemed confused.

"Why are you avoiding our Spark?" Deucalion asked displeased.

"We?" Chris huffed, fixing the other Alpha with a glare. "Why are you avoiding our Spark?"

"Hi, yes, less Alpha posturing, more explaining to 'your' Spark why kissing me was so devastatingly horrible that you can't even be in the same fucking room as me, much less look me in the eyes," Stiles started playful but ended on anger and maybe a little self-loathing.

Just because he was a powerful Spark didn't mean he didn't have issues. He'd fooled around a little bit in high school, but never gotten past making out. His first boyfriend, he'd had shortly after graduation. People weren't exactly lining up to date him and he knew why, there were so many unbearably hot werewolves in their grade, all looking like damn underwear models. Who'd pick the skinny, flailing, pale boy who didn't know how to shut up over a hot, perfect werewolf?

The three Alphas seemed to have frozen up and were all turned toward him. He had never seen werewolves look more like prey before, as though he was a hunter holding a gun to them.

Stiles heaved a defeated sigh. "Is this because I'm the Spark? Are you afraid to reject me, so you're just avoiding me? Because you think I'd banish you if you don't put out? Because I wouldn't. You should know me better than that. I know I got all the power in this and it's uneven and I probably shouldn't have come onto any of you, that was… unprofessional of me. But I can be professional about this. I just need you guys to be adults about this. Just… tell me you don't want me. We can move past this. I'd much rather go back to being friends with you than have you avoid me, because I miss you like crazy. You canceled our trip to the shooting range for the past two weeks, Chris. Every time I drop by your pack house to spend time with you in your library, you are miraculously out, Deuc. Do you know how annoyed Derek is because he has to deal with me now, Peter?"

Taking a breath in his rant, he looked up at them, frustrated tears clinging to his lashes. "I get it, you don't want me. I can get over that, it'll sting but I'll be fine and we can move past this."

"Not want you?" Peter repeated baffled before approaching Stiles and dropping down onto his knees in front of Stiles so he could look the boy in the eyes. "Sweetheart, how could I not want you? You are perfect, you are everything I could have ever wanted in a mate. You are sarcastic, beautiful, clever, powerful. You're absolutely perfect, Stiles."

"You know I hate agreeing with Peter, but he's right," Chris grunted and went to kneel on Stiles' other side, resting a hand on Stiles' knee. "After I lost Victoria, I thought I'd never be ready to commit to a matebond again, but the thought of having you at my side… You are perfect."

"Yes, you are," Deucalion agreed and came to kneel right in front of Stiles. "You are the most powerful creature I have ever met and you have a mind and heart to match it."

Stiles' eyes widened in surprise as he stared down at these three powerful Alphas, on their knees in front of him, with looks on their faces as though Stiles was the most precious thing they could imagine. Not the most powerful, but most precious. Something worth cherishing.

"But…" Stiles frowned confused. "Then… Then why have you guys been avoiding me?"

Peter chuckled, not looking amused at all. "We have… realized that we all want you, a couple months ago. Subconsciously, we started fighting for your attention. Things between us got more tense the longer this went on, to the point that it reflected in our betas."

"You might remember the twins picking fights with Isaac and Scott?" Deucalion sighed. "The betas were picking up on our animosity and instinctively acted on it."

"So the three of us came to the agreement that, to keep the peace between our packs and… to not put you in a position to pick between us, neither of us would approach you," Chris continued. "It… appears all three of us failed at that and had the same reaction to it."

Stiles continued staring at them, completely drawing a blank. So his Alphas did want him. But instead of talking to him like adults, they had all chosen to not give him any input at all. He glared at them. Part of him understood it; if they'd made him pick and he had chosen only one of them, then the others may have had a negative reaction, there might have been a pack war, because wolves, once they chose a potential mate, were very possessive. Still, the fact that they made this decision without even consulting him – and even more so, just… chose to childishly avoid him after kissing him. Why did he have such bad taste in men? Hot DILFs with zero communication skills.

"You are all three idiots," Stiles sighed. "You should have just talked to me. When you decided on this, but most definitely after kissing me. I spent the past days, weeks, fuck it month in Peter's case, thinking that I crossed a line and made you uncomfortable and feel like I was abusing my power over you guys. Which was a really shitty feeling, you know. Because I would never do that. Even if you didn't want me, I'd never force you to leave or force you to be with me."

"We know that, baby," Chris assured him gently, taking his hand to kiss his knuckles. "We know."

"Yes, you may be a petty little thing, but not like that, not about that," Peter agreed.

"The reason all three of us submitted to you as our Spark in the first place is because you are unfathomably powerful but do not abuse that power, darling," Deucalion smiled at him.

Stiles nodded, a little appeased by that. "So, I like you guys and… all three of you do like me. How willing would you be to… sharing? You share territory well enough."

It took the Alphas a moment to understand what he was suggesting and Deucalion barked out a laugh. "Dearest, are you suggesting we share a mate?"

"I mean," Stiles shrugged helplessly. "I like you, you like me, I don't see why I should pick one of you and hurt the other two if said other two also like me back. This would be a different conversation if I didn't want all three of you, or if my affections for one or two of you were not returned. But… Yeah. It's pretty common for Sparks to have matebonds with the Alpha of their territory. Not many Sparks have multiple Alphas in their territory to begin with, so… Why not."

"I suppose…" Chris looked from Deuc to Peter. "There are worse options than to have you and to share you with these two. At least I know they love you and will treat you right."

"This is not going to be easy," Deucalion pointed out doubtfully. "But considering we are already sharing our Spark's protection and lands… and we made that work… I would be a fool not to at least give this a try, because I will not give you up without a fight, darling."

Peter didn't say anything, he just leaped up and grabbed Stiles by the neck to pull him into a deep, passionate kiss. "I've wanted to do this since Thanksgiving."

"Thanksgiving?!" Chris and Deucalion exclaimed at the same time, making Stiles laugh.

/One Year Later\

Stiles' Alphas were wonderful and perfect and also really silly. For their one year anniversary, they wanted to spoil him. They'd rented out the very cabin where they had gotten together and then asked him what he'd wish for the most. In a very embarrassing conversation had he admitted his biggest secret fantasy. They talked about all the details, which was the embarrassing part, but the three were incredibly enthusiastic about it. So, on the day of their one year anniversary, Stiles was making his way toward the cabin with a slight skip in his steps.

He was wearing a cute red dress with a fluffed up skirt that showed off his long legs and the white lace stockings he wore beneath, the corset made his waist look near dainty and complimented the fluff of the skirt. A red cloak fell over his shoulders, the hood drawn up.

"Hello, Little Red," Deucalion's voice had a growl to it as he approached Stiles.

"What is such a pretty, little thing like you doing all alone in the forest?" Peter asked, falling in line from Stiles' other side. "You should be careful, there's some unsavory types in these woods."

Stiles grinned to himself in excitement. They'd let him use a little magic on them, to give them actual wolf ears and fluffy tails. Because werewolf beta-shift was just so devastatingly disappointing. Where was all the wolfiness? He watched the way Peter's tail was wagging beneath the suit-jacket he wore. His wolves were definitely into this too. Deucalion's hand rested on Stiles lower back, letting the Spark guide him toward the cabin.

"Why, with two strong wolves at my side like that, I'll be safe as houses."

Peter snorted softly, but then he rested a hand between Stiles' shoulder-blades. With his other hand did he open the house and the three of them headed inside. The bed was big enough for four and there was already lube waiting on the nightstand. Deucalion's hand wandered lower, smoothing down the skirt and then gracing Stiles' thigh to wander up and squeeze Stiles' panties-clad ass.

"But Alpha!" Stiles gasped surprised, turning wide-eyed at Deucalion. "You can't just-"

"Mh, but you smell so delicious, Little Red," Deucalion growled and pulled Stiles up against his chest by his ass, giving it another squeeze. "Don't you want the big, bad wolves to devour you?"

"But what big teeth you have," Stiles whispered as Deucalion leaned in close for a kiss.

"The better to devour you with, my little treat," Deucalion countered

Stiles moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Deucalion's neck. He felt Peter behind him undoing the corset. The Alpha slowly kissed down Stiles' spine as he peeled the dress off. Over Deucalion's shoulder, Stiles made eye-contact with Chris, who sat on the chair with a smile, watching the show enraptured for now. Damn, the wolf looked hot in the traditional hunter outfit.

"Naughty little thing," Peter cupped Stiles' ass, hands slipped into the panties.

He gave them a squeeze and pulled his cheeks apart to find the thick plug nestled inside Stiles' hole. Oh, he had prepped himself well enough because he wanted his mates right now, he had no mind for two hours of foreplay and he knew these three worry wolves would spend at least trice as much time on prepping him as necessary whenever he wanted to get doubled. Though that had been one of the perks of having the embarrassing conversation with his boyfriends, because they thought that doubling him for the first time while roleplaying might be a bit much so they had to 'rehearse'. Stiles absolutely loved rehearsing, loved having two of his mates inside him at the same time and by now, he had had every combination of the three share his hole.

"You're going to be good for us now, Little Red," Deucalion ordered in a firm voice. "Won't you?"

His grip on Stiles' waist was tight as he lifted the Spark onto the bed. Stiles gasped, cock hard and straining against his panties as he knelt on the bed in front of the Alpha. Peter rounded the bed to kneel behind Stiles. He pulled the panties down to Stiles' knees, his short red cloak that barely reached his ass and the red garter belt keeping his stockings up being the only things he was wearing at this point. Deucalion growled lowly to regain Stiles' attention.

"Y… Yes, Alpha," Stiles bared his throat to the wolf. "I'll be good for you."

Deucalion made a near purring sound, his golden-brown tail wagging in delight. How cute. Stiles smiled while the wolf buried his face in Stiles' neck to kiss and mark. Peter all the while played with the plug a little, pulling and pushing it back in, twisting it inside Stiles until Stiles was reduced to a moaning, desperate mess between the two wolves. He could hear Chris groan where his third wolf was lazily palming his still-clothed cock, waiting for his cue.

"So good for us, pet," Peter purred, pulling the plug fully out.

Stiles gasped out, a needy little whine at the loss. Deucalion cooed at him and kissed him to sooth him while Peter lubed his cock up to ease into the Spark. Stiles' eyelids fluttered shut and he clung onto Deucalion for support. The Alpha had taken off his sunglasses, something he only ever did with Stiles and Stiles' other mates, a sign of trust. Gerard had blinded him during the attack, something he had slowly recovered with the help of his pack over the years. He was still self-conscious about it to a degree though, only showing his eyes to his mate.

"You make the loveliest sounds, dear," Deucalion murmured, peppering Stiles' neck with kisses.

Peter groaned his agreement while thrusting shallow and slow into Stiles. After a while, when Stiles started bucking and whining in protest, did his Alphas finally move it along. Deucalion and Peter carefully manhandled Stiles to lay on his side on the bed. Peter teasingly ran his hand along the inside of Stiles' thigh, lifting his leg up in the air. Stiles pulled Deucalion closer and Peter helped the other Alpha to ease in along Peter. Biting his lips, Stiles sucked in a breath.

"Sh, you are doing so good, sweet thing," Peter murmured softly.

He ran his knuckles over Stiles' ribs in a soothing motion. As much as Stiles loved being doubled, it was always a stretch he needed to get used to at first. After all, his Alphas were quite well-endowed already and to have two of them stretch his hole like that? His cock jerked a little at that thought, the knowledge that Deuc and Peter were buried deep inside him, warm and pulsing. A hand wandered down his chest, teasing his nipples along the way before Deuc's long fingers wrapped around Stiles' cock to jerk him a few times, until pre-cum leaked onto Stiles' stomach.

"Look at you, all needy for the big, bad wolves," Deuc growled in approval, teasing his head.

Stiles keened at the teasing touch and words. And then the Alphas started moving, one pulling out while the other thrust in, constant movement and pull and stimulation to his prostate, until Stiles felt completely overwhelmed by pleasure. Needy tears ran down his cheeks, hands pawing at Deuc's chest. The man chuckled amused, capturing one of Stiles' hands to lift it up so he could kiss his knuckles. Peter was working over Stiles' cock, every now and again letting go to fondle Stiles' balls until the Spark's cock jerked desperately. It was then that Chris joined them.

"Look at that," the Alpha growled, eyes dark with lust. "Little Red, getting debauched by the wolves. Who would have thought you were such a needy little bitch for wolf cock, mh?"

Stiles whimpered when fingers curled into his hair and jerked his head back. Big, brown eyes stared up at Chris, tears still clinging to his lashes. Chris looked so handsome in the dark-green fairy tale hunter get-up. He'd eagerly volunteered to play the hunter and oh he looked good.

"What is it, baby? Are two wolves not enough for you? You need a real man's cock, don't you?"

Both Deuc and Peter growled at that particular dirty talk, taking offense, while Chris smirked and opened his pants to pull his hard cock out and feed it to Stiles. Stiles happily opened wide to accept him and then he was in pure bliss, with all three cocks thrusting into him. His own orgasm was so sudden and overwhelming, he might have blacked out at it, because the next moment, he was covered in cum, leaking it all over the bed where Deuc and Peter had pulled out.

"Happy anniversary," Stiles grinned blissfully at his Alphas. "I love you guys."

All three had such fond expressions on their face as they settled with him. His perfect Alphas.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: Let me tell you this is NOT how I imagined writing this OT4 for the first time. But I got the prompt and my brain ran with it and the PWP somehow developed lore and here we are *helpless shrug* I DO plan on writing a proper OT4 for them too, where all parties are involved, but that would have escalated too much for a story that was SUPPOSED TO BE under 2k, so consider this a compromise I made with myself because I am a fucking disaster