Mischief and Chaos Chapter 7: The Fox and the Wolf, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: Mischief and Chaos – The Spark and the Void

Tags: m/m, canon divergence, Nogitsune Stiles, Spark Stiles, Pack Alpha Peter, True Mates, grief/mourning, hurt/comfort, fluff, explicit intercourse, oral, m/f

Main Pairing: Peter/Stiles

Side Pairings: Boyd/Erica, Jackson/Lydia, Chris/Sheriff

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Noah Stilinski, Chris Argent, Allison Argent, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Danny Mahealani, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd III, Claudia Stilinski, Vernon Boyd II, Anita Boyd, Alicia Boyd

Summary: Stiles' mom is dying and in an attempt to run away from it all, he ends up at a clearing with a cut-down tree that talks to him. He makes a deal with a dark fox to ease his mother's mind and gains a life-long companion for it. And then there's this new girl at school, Allison, who decides to be his friend. His life unfolds a little different from thereon out.

Mischief and Chaos

The Spark and the Void

Part 7: The Fox and the Wolf

Chris and Noah insisted on Peter recovering a little more of his sanity before he was allowed to turn any of the betas. They also insisted on telling the betas' parents about the supernatural. Which were fair conditions and with Stiles' support and the gentle pack-bonds to his human betas, Peter was on a quick way to recovery. Much quicker than whatever fate would have awaited him had he woken up all alone. He knew he would have been more feral beast than man if he didn't have them.

Jackson, who had insisted on the bite the loudest (and longest), wasn't the only one who wanted it. Both Boyd and Erica also asked for the bite, with Erica having high hopes of it helping her with her epilepsy. Apparently, the couple had been doing research on a supernatural cure that may help her for quite a while now and came to the realization that the bite could do just that. And Boyd insisted on not letting her do it alone, so he also asked for the bite.

By werewolf standards, they were all old enough to consent to the bite at sixteen. Turning kids younger than them was frowned upon (which had Alicia pout up a storm), but sixteen year olds in werewolf packs were pretty much treated as adults. Stiles had perked up considerably at that, even though with the amount of research he did about absolutely everything, Peter found it hard to believe that his mate didn't know that, so he suspected Stiles may just be eager to hear it from Peter. To hear from his mate directly that Peter viewed him as capable, as an equal, not a kid.

Having three wolves in his pack strengthened Peter and the bonds they all had. A wolf pack needed wolves, otherwise its bonds were feeble at best. Even the humans could feel them now, with an Alpha werewolf and three werewolf betas in the pack. The looks on their faces had been marvelous.

But not everything was good. The sheriff found out who the Alpha was that Peter had killed and Peter… Peter still didn't know how to handle these news. Laura had come back. His niece Laura. His Alpha who had abandoned him, left him to rot in the hospital. And he had killed her.

"It wasn't your fault," Stiles' voice was soft and sweet, his touch gentle as he hugged Peter close. "You didn't know. You couldn't have known."

"I should have known," Peter growled, though he buried his face more in his mate's neck. "She was my niece! I should have recognized her scent, I should have recognized her when I saw her. She was supposed to be my Alpha – I should have felt our bond."

"But she wasn't," Stiles whispered, holding Peter even closer. "She wasn't your Alpha. And that was her choice, not yours. You were defending our territory, you didn't know it was her, and you weren't… you weren't fully there yet, Peter. It wasn't your fault."

But he was fully there now and all he could think about was the little girl with pigtails who used to chase after him with a hundred questions. He had already lost so much family and now he had lost one more. Regardless of how often Stiles told him that he had lost her before that, by her own choice. Now she was dead and he would never get to see if they could rekindle any kind of relationship, if he could ever come to forgive her for abandoning him, because now he would never forgive himself for killing her.

/break\

A week later, the pack was out in the preserve together. Peter was teaching the newly turned werewolves how to control their instincts and strength, while the humans in their pack were having a picnic (Alicia was filming the training because she loved to see Jackson fall on his face).

Peter was proud of his betas. They were quick studies, soaking everything up. But then they'd all prepared for this for years, had done the theoretical studies. What instincts to expect, how the wolf worked, meditation techniques that Lydia had taught them to allow them to control their heartbeat and shift better. It were all these preparations that had tipped their parents in favor of the bite. Well, Roberto and Susanne had been easily convinced at the chance of a cure for their daughter. But the Whittemores and the Boyds had needed a little more selling from their kids and Peter.

Every now and again, Peter's gaze would wander to the humans, settling on Stiles. His mate was everything Peter could have ever hoped for, and then some more. And he didn't even mean the boy's power or magic. He was so fiercely protective, quick witted and snarky, he never backed down and challenged everyone on behalf of those he loved. Peter had seen him argue with his dads about Peter and the matebond too, even though Stiles tried to hide these arguments from him.

At this point, Stiles was sneaking into Peter's bed every night. Naturally, his fathers weren't fans of that. Not that anything untoward was happening; Peter was really not in any state of mind for these things and him and Stiles had only just met two weeks ago. Still, he understood their concerns. And then Stiles had yelled at them both, about how he needed that, needed to make sure that Peter was just asleep, that he would wake up again, needed the comfort of being able to hold Peter.

A coma wasn't exactly something Peter was likely to just slip back into, but the wolf still understood the fear. So did Noah and Chris. For six years, Stiles had sat at Peter's bedside, waiting for him to wake up. Now that he finally had his soulmate at his side, he was afraid to lose him again. So they reluctantly allowed it (under the condition that Peter's bedroom door stayed open because they did not fully trust him just yet, in this particular regard).

Every night, Peter got to fall asleep to his mate's soothing scent and to his comforting weight curled against Peter's side, warm and soft and his. No more nights alone in a sterile hospital room.

Peter smiled as he looked at his boy. Stiles was in the middle of an argument with Allison, the teens playing a card game. Stiles was accusing Alicia of cheating and Allison was defending the other girl. The look Danny and Lydia exchanged let Peter know that Alicia was, in fact, cheating. But Allison had a soft spot for her. Peter's smile turned more amused when his mate started yelling about how unfair this was because he was Allison's brother and her Alpha. Alicia blinked big eyes at him, the picture of innocence, and Allison simply motioned at her like she was evidence.

The serene moment was interrupted by Erica's loud growl. Her eyes flashed golden as she turned toward the tree-line. Peter tensed, following her line of sight. Out of the betas, she had the best nose so she may be picking something up the others weren't yet able to smell. Peter, though an Alpha now, was still adjusting to that himself and was still healing in many ways, so it took him a moment too. When the scent hit his nose, he flashed his eyes red. Wolf.

Stiles dropped his cards and scrambled over to Peter's side as soon as he saw the flash of red, grabbing his arm with a concerned look. "What's up? What's wrong?"

"There's a wolf and he's heading our way," Peter growled out.

He instinctively tried to put himself between Stiles and the potential threat, but his boy was too stubborn to allow that. He did shoot Peter a dirty look with teal-glowing eyes for the attempt, before standing right at Peter's side where he belonged. Jackson, Boyd and Erica fell into line right behind them, together with Noah and Chris, whose hands were on their guns. The unarmed humans of their pack stayed behind but got up and ready to bolt, just in case. Even though Chris had done well teaching them to defend themselves, a wolf was a different kind of threat to face unarmed.

A young man emerged from the trees. Dark hair and the shadow of a beard on his cut jawline, hazel eyes that seemed startlingly familiar to Peter. His defensive stance melted as surprise took over. The boy was the splitting image of his father, scowling face aside.

"Derek," Peter whispered in disbelief.

The boy, tense and ready to defend himself as he stepped into a clearing with a whole pack of werewolves, turned his attention to Peter. He seemed as surprised as Peter himself and for a very long moment, the two just stared at each other.

"Okay, what's happening here?" Danny asked from the background.

"That's… my nephew," Peter said softly. "Derek."

"Uncle Peter," Derek stared at him in confusion. "You're awake. But they said you'd never wake up. What… Why… Is that why Laura came here? Did the hospital contact her?"

Peter flinched instinctively. Derek had come for Laura, because she had come to Beacon Hills. But Laura wasn't here. Not in any way that mattered. They'd returned her body to the woods and staged it as an animal attack. The authorities must have contacted Derek about the body.

"Son," Noah's voice was heavy but kind. "We need you to stay very calm…"

/break\

Your wolf has been hiding within my roots for the past few hours, young Spark.

Stiles heaved a sigh at Nemy's voice. "I know. I was giving him space. But It's been over ten hours now and he missed two meals already, so he has had enough space."

"No, you should give him more space," Void growled. "You know I hate the root cellar."

Stiles reached down to pat Void's head in a soothing and patronizing manner. The fox knew that and nipped at his fingers for it. Ever since Peter had woken up from his coma, Void was so much stronger. The murder of Kate Argent had helped there too, sure, but it was more than that. The more solidified matebond and the now actually graspable pack-bonds were all strengthening Stiles and, consequently, also Void. There was like a loop of power buzzing between the pack and both Stiles and Void could freely tap into that to strengthen themselves, without harming their pack.

"You can just wait up here," Stiles offered after a moment.

"I like you going down there alone even less," Void ground out.

It made Stiles grin a little bit, before the two of them climbed into the creepy murder basement. Yep. There was that huge blood-stain again. Or rather still. It had never gone away. He had not missed that in his little hallucination that he had shared with Peter.

Peter sat in the same spot Stiles had found him in years ago. Just where he had retreated to in his mind. Stiles' eyes softened unfathomably. It was funny, really, how much his dads were against the two of them because Peter was so much older than him. But really, if one subtracted the six years coma – because clearly, they didn't count, being a werewolf they had barely aged the man physically and he hadn't exactly gathered 'life experience' during that time either – and factored in the immense trauma he had suffered and was currently dealing with, Stiles didn't think of Peter as some put-together adult, the way he'd look at his dads or the Boyds or any of the other parents he knew. Besides, if one were to count the millennia old fox demon living in his mind, to whose memories Stiles had full access, technically, Stiles was way older and more experienced than Peter.

(But nobody wanted to hear that. They'd all always go so eerily quiet when Stiles reminded them of the fact that he was, for all intends and purposes, a demon with centuries worth of memory.)

"Hey, Prettywolf," Stiles whispered gently and sat down next to him. "How are you holding up?"

"He hates me," Peter ran his fingers through his hair. "Of course he does. I killed his sister."

"You didn't mean to," Stiles sighed, so exhausted by this argument. "And he'll understand."

"How?" Peter turned to look at Stiles doubtfully.

Stiles just leaned against his wolf, kissing his cheek. He was going to make Derek understand.

/break\

Derek glared as he opened the door to his motel room to find the fox inside, waiting for him. He'd never met a fox-shifter before, but his uncle's mate smelt strongly of fox (and danger and magic). Foxes were tricksters, so he wasn't surprised the boy had broken in. It was the uncaring and unthreatened way in which he lounged on the chair that bothered Derek. Though just a beta – omega now? Since his Alpha was dead – Derek was still a born wolf. And even if this boy smelt of danger and magic, Derek was not going to be made a fool of by the fox. This was Derek's temporary den, after all. He growled and grabbed the teen, shoving him against the wall.

"What," Derek growled out. "Do you want?"

The fox didn't flinch or smell afraid. Instead, he flashed his own eyes at Derek. His eyeballs turned black and his irises glowed a bright silver, with slit pupils. When he raised his upper lip in a snarl, Derek could see too long and too sharp teeth.

"You think that a werewolf scares me? You have no idea what I am."

"What… are you?" Derek's voice wavered ever so slightly.

"I'm Stiles," a fox-like grin spread over the boy's lips, showing off his fangs. "And, among the many things I am, I am the Alpha of this territory. You are an omega, who is being tolerated on my lands solely because you mean something to my mate."

Derek growled again. "This is Hale territory. This is my family's land."

Stiles had the audacity to huff out a laugh at that. "Yeah, it is. It's your uncle's. The only Hale who stayed. You and your sister abandoned the territory, and your uncle with it. Peter is the only Hale with any claim to these lands and I am his mate. Which gives me claim to these lands."

When Derek backed off from the boy, he couldn't seem to meet the fox's eyes. He knew they had abandoned uncle Peter. But Laura had said that the doctors didn't think he'd ever wake up again. She'd said it was for the best for the two of them. Derek took another step away from the fox.

"He didn't mean to kill her," Stiles' voice was softer than before. "Her entering our territory is what woke him up, because his wolf only felt the threat. A foreign Alpha invading the territory of a pack of humans. He woke up to defend the territory, to protect his pack. To protect me. He didn't even recognize her, didn't know who she was."

Derek turned away from Stiles, trying to hide the hurt expression on his face. They'd said all that. The pack. Peter's pack. But his sister was dead now. And his uncle was an Alpha, because he'd taken the spark from her when killing her. Within days, he'd used that spark to turn three human teenagers. And Derek was supposed to believe that everything had just coincidentally lined up so perfectly for his scheming uncle? Oh, he remembered Peter from before the fire. Sure, he had adored his uncle, but there had always been an angle that Peter played.

Stiles heaved a sigh. "You need to make a choice, Derek. Either stay and join our pack, become a part of the Stilinski Hale Pack, or leave to go back to whatever life you and Laura built for yourselves in the past six years away from here. But I won't tolerate your presence here much longer otherwise, because you're upsetting my wolf."

Though he kept his voice light and his words neutral, Derek could hear the clear threat in them. Whatever Stiles was, Derek had a feeling he didn't want to be on the receiving end of whatever punishment the boy dealt to those he perceived as a danger to his pack.

/break\

Derek needed some time to come around, and even when he reluctantly joined the Stilinski Hale Pack, he kept his distance and avoided his uncle at first. Stiles cut him some slack on account of the severe childhood loss that the guy clearly never worked through and the recent loss of his sister and Alpha. Besides, Peter and Stiles were busy enough training their betas to really focus too much on Derek. Erica was taking to being a wolf like a fish to water and Boyd and Jackson weren't doing half-bad either. It felt different, even to Stiles. Having wolves in the pack.

"You know these look ridiculous on you, right?"

Allison looked up from her homework to grin teasingly at him. Stiles rolled his eyes and flipped her the bird before throwing himself next to her on the couch.

"I do not care. I miss him. I hate that he moved out," Stiles groaned.

"He lives ten minutes from here, Stiles," Chris commented from the kitchen, sighing loudly.

"That's ten minutes too far, dad," Stiles called back. "You know how bad you and dad were when you started dating? You were literally living in each other's pockets and staying over at each other's places all the time. We alternated between your houses every damn day before you two finally caved and moved in together!"

"Stiles has a point," Allison agreed with pursed lips.

"Stiles is also sixteen years old and going to high school," Chris countered and stepped out of the kitchen to glare at his kids. "You're lucky you managed to ease your father into the idea of this relationship at all, but don't test your luck on this. You've been patient for six years, you can wait until you're eighteen before moving in with him."

Stiles narrowed his eyes at Chris with a glare and crossed his arms over Peter's v-neck. The man had a ridiculous fashion sense, but Stiles actually did appreciate the obscenely deeply cut v-neck shirts when they hugged his mate's chest tightly and drew attention to that thick, very, very bitable neck. Though Ally was, of course, right. They did look ridiculous on Stiles. The neckline was so stupidly deep and broad that it usually slipped off his shoulder. Which Stiles had come to suspect may be why Peter's v-necks kept getting deeper, because his wolf loved to see that on Stiles.

/break\

"They're all dead because of me," Derek whispered softly, staring at the name plates of his family.

"Laura is dead because of me," Peter offered, in as soft and pained a voice.

"I'm getting you both therapy," Stiles sighed. "Neither of these were your faults. Kate groomed you, Derek. She used you. And Peter, in its five hundredth rendition, you were acting on instinct."

Peter hummed and wrapped an arm around his mate's waist to pull Stiles close enough so he could kiss the boy's temple. The fierce determination with which Stiles kept claiming this, kept reassuring him, was nearly too much sometimes. Perhaps a part of Peter had been relieved when Derek first arrived here and blamed him, hated him for it. Because he blamed himself and hated himself and finally, there was someone else to do it for him. But Stiles, and the pack, had been working so hard on integrating Derek into the pack that hatred had turn into quiet acceptance.

"Don't get them too much therapy. They are so delightfully chaotic, I love their taste."

Stiles heaved another sigh and glared down at the fox. At this point, Peter had grown very used to the void kitsune. Sometimes, the creature would step out of shadows even when Stiles wasn't around, simply sitting on Peter's couch and grooming himself. His glowing eyes had unsettled Peter at first but had now become a bit of a comfort. A light in the dark.

"C'mon, you two," Stiles whispered softly. "The pack's waiting for us."

It was the seventh anniversary of the Hale Fire. Derek and Peter had come to the mausoleum to pay their respects, with Stiles at their side. The rest of the pack was waiting for them at the Stilinski-Argent home with food. Everyone had brought a casserole and they had made it a large feast for the entire pack. Because pack comforted pack.

"Thank you, darling," Peter pressed another kiss to Stiles' temple.

Stiles just hummed and grabbed Derek's hand to pull the other wolf along too. His mate, his Alpha, his anchor. The one who held their pack together, who had made their pack. Peter didn't know what he had done to deserve him, after all the pain and loss. Sometimes, he still struggled with it, with accepting that he was allowed to have this. To have Stiles.

/break\

Stiles was incredibly strong and incredibly brave. He was also incredibly broken in his own ways and every time Stiles sought him out and showed that part of him, Peter felt incredibly honored.

It was late at night and his mate stepped out of the shadows in the darkness of Peter's bedroom. Something Peter had grown used to within a week of living in his new apartment. A void kitsune was an incredibly complex creature; while the 'void' referred to darkness, it was also synonymous with space. A void kitsune could use darkness to travel from one space to another. A talent that Stiles had not shared with his fathers yet and that he loved to use so he could get 'extra wolf cuddles', as he liked to call them, by sneaking into Peter's room at night and sneaking back home before his fathers would check in on him in the morning. A secret Peter gladly kept, so far.

Peter smiled warmly and lifted his blanket to allow his boy in. Stiles crawled into the bed and curled together on Peter's chest, nuzzling his neck. Most of the time, Stiles sought him out for comfort when he was afraid to lose Peter. Nightmares of the Hale Fire, of seeing Peter behind the bars of the basement window. Twisted versions where he didn't manage to save Peter. Or, most commonly, that Peter would leave him again, wouldn't wake up again. Sometimes, it was Claudia's death that made Stiles seek comfort. And other times, he was simply overwhelmed by it all.

It was easy to forget that Stiles was only sixteen. He had school, lacrosse, he was Alpha of a pack, guardian of a Nemeton, housed a thousand year old demon and all of its knowledge (all of its crimes and suffering too). That would be overwhelming for anyone, really. And when it became too overwhelming for Stiles, he would find his way into Peter's arms.

"What do you need, love?" Peter asked gently.

"Just you," Stiles whispered. "This is good."

Peter grinned a little bit when the boy's tails materialized. It was something he'd been told Stiles hadn't been able to do before Peter woke up from his coma. Stiles was still getting the hang of summoning them on purpose, most of the time it happened on instinct. Either when he felt threatened, as a protection, or – and that was the case now – when he was content and happy. His tails would curl around Peter's wrists or legs, possessive, claiming him. It was quite endearing. Peter gently caressed the shadows that felt similar to fur under his touch. Stiles nuzzled into Peter's neck, licking it in a possessive claim. It always thrilled the wolf when his mate scent-marked him.

"I adore you, darling," Peter kissed the top of Stiles' head.

"You better," Stiles mumbled sleepily. "I'm the best thing that ever happened to you."

"You have no idea how right you are," Peter whispered sincerely.

"Urgh," Stiles groaned and buried his face more in Peter's neck. "Don't be all mushy and sappy while I try to be snarky, it throws off my vibe."

Peter chuckled and wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist to pull him closer. "We can't have that."

"Exactly," Stiles yawned, nuzzling him again and slowly drifting off to sleep.

/break\

Derek took a moment before getting out of his car, his gaze heavy as he stared at the new Hale House. The pack had rebuilt it together, had it torn down professionally and Peter had commissioned an architect to design the perfect house that fit their pack's needs. Not a replica of the home they both had grown up in, but something new. The first floor with the large kitchen, living room, gaming and video room that the teens had insisted on, the den for post pack run pack piles, a large library that Stiles could only rarely be pried out of. A basement filled with training equipment and a shooting range. The second floor with enough bedrooms to house the entire pack, even though for now they all still lived at home. It was about providing them space, making sure they knew the pack house was their too. For now, Peter and Derek were the only ones living here. And Stiles, though more unofficially. Derek knew the fox kept sneaking in through the shadows more nights than he stayed away. At this point, Derek was sure Chris and Noah knew too, but ignored it.

"You're stalling. Why are you stalling?"

Derek tensed as the passenger door opened and Stiles slipped in. For nearly a year, Derek had been part of the Stilinski Hale Pack now. It was so different from the old Hale Pack, because they'd just been family. It was easier, when all lived together anyway. These strangers, getting used to them, learning about them and how to be around them, was hard. Yet it was better than what Derek and Laura had. They'd never built a pack or put down roots in New York, not really. They hadn't lived. They'd gone through the motions, survived. But this? This was the first time in years that Derek felt like he was living. And a part of him was deadly afraid of it. Of losing it again.

"Did it go badly?" Stiles asked, voice soft and curious.

Derek had had his final exam today, to become a fire fighter with the Beacon Hills Fire Department. Because he wasn't just going through the motions anymore, he was moving forward. Building a life. Even though he had started going to therapy, because the Argent-Stilinskis pushed both him and Peter to do so, he still carried the guilt for the fire. He decided to channel that guilt into helping others. Getting them out of their burning homes where he hadn't been able to help his own family. Besides, his werewolf healing and strength would be put to good use there.

"I got in," Derek muttered softly, still staring at the house in front of them.

"Oka—ay, way to go, Sourwolf," Stiles grinned broadly and nudged him. "What's with the long, sad face then? C'mon, dad and I made pierogi, Boyd brought his mom's famous Mac 'n Cheese. There are like thirteen casseroles waiting to be devoured by a pack of hungry werewolves and teenagers to celebrate with you. What's the hold up?"

Derek blinked a few times. He didn't know how to answer that. The hold up was that he was finally moving on, but to a part of him, it still felt wrong to do so. Like he should sit in his guilt and shame more. Like he may not deserve it. And another part of him was still struggling with having a supportive pack. People to share good news with. It had only been him and Laura for so long. Shaking his head, Derek unbuckled and left the car to head… home, to his pack.

/break\

Noah heaved an exasperated sigh as him and Chris carried yet another deer into their kitchen. Stiles was waiting for them with a broad grin and a butcher knife. Sure, the Argent-Stilinski family regularly went hunting together too, but the amount of times that dead animals found their way to their front porch was starting to get ridiculous.

"Tell your wolf to at least space the deer better," Noah requested. "We still got left-over venison in our freezer from the last one he dropped off."

Stiles' grin broadened even more as he accepted the bouquet of red roses that Allison carried in. The dead animals were always accompanied by pretty flowers, because his wolf was sappy and romantic. He wanted to do it all right, be traditional in his courting. Stiles appreciated it, both the fresh meat – the proof that his wolf was a prolific hunter and could provide for his mate – as well as all the other gifts. The flowers, chocolates, clothes, jewelry. Car repairs had somehow also become a regular gift, because Roscoe, his mom's Jeep that he had gotten to drive around since he turned sixteen, tended to break down a lot. Peter had wanted to buy him a whole new car at first, but Stiles had so many good memories with this car and his mom, he couldn't give her up.

"You should be grateful that your son's being courted by someone so eager to spoil him rotten," Stiles chimed, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet. "Besides, we could have another pack barbecue? Invite everyone and their families, share the meat."

"And Peter would be okay with that?" Noah looked doubtful. "Isn't this a gift for you?"

"We're the Alpha pair," Stiles shrugged. "If I share his courting gift with our pack, he gets to provide not just for his mate but for his entire pack. It pleases the wolf in him too."

"How has this become my life," Noah muttered beneath his breath. "Okay, fine."

"Awesome," Allison grinned and grabbed her phone. "I'll text the others in the pack group-chat. You got Saturday off, right? Then we'll do it Saturday."

Noah nodded, a small smile on his face. He might complain at times about the wolves and demons in his life and how wild things had gone, but Stiles knew deep down his dad wouldn't want to change it for anything. The pack was their family now.

"Hey, Prettywolf," Stiles chimed after dialing his mate. "I got your gift. Thank you."

"I was out on patrol with Derek and I thought you would appreciate this," Peter sounded delighted.

"Dad does request that you space the huge animals a little better though because we do still have leftover venison from last time," Stiles offered carefully. "So—o we decided to have a pack barbecue on Saturday, share the spoils of your hunt. How does that sound?"

"That sounds lovely, my little fox. I'm looking forward to it."

Stiles grinned happily at that, feeling all fuzzy and warm. Even after all these months, sometimes he still marveled at the fact that he could just talk to his mate now. That Peter was awake, kissing him, holding him, courting him, loving him. All the waiting had finally paid off and he got to be happy.

/break\

Erica's howl echoed through the preserve before she took off to chase after her mate. Boyd growled playfully, evading her as best as he could. But while he was stronger, she was faster and all too soon, she had him tackled to the ground, both rolling around on the forest floor. Becoming a wolf had granted Erica a freedom she'd never gotten before in her life and she fully owned that. Laughing brightly, she planted a possessive kiss on his lips.

"Why do you two have to be so gross?" Jackson asked annoyed.

"Oh, like you wouldn't be chasing Lydia's tail if you could, lover boy," Alicia muttered.

Lydia laughed. "She isn't wrong, Jackson. But I will not do something as undignified as run through the forest and roll around in it. So go play with the other wolves."

It was a glorious full moon and the pack was out in the preserve together, to bond and, for the wolves, to actually run wild. Boyd grabbed Erica by the waist and threw her off himself so he could run off once more. With a playful growl did she chase after him. This time, Jackson took off after them too, closely followed by Derek, all betas with glowing eyes and growls.

"I am too old for this," Noah sighed. "All nighters in the forest."

"I know how we could waste some time," Chris whispered playfully.

"Dads! Gross!" Stiles and Allison squeaked at once.

Danny laughed where he was putting together their camp-fire. While the wolves would be running, the humans would be sharing smores and hot chocolate around a fire, as per their pack's tradition for full moon runs. For a long moment, Peter simply stared at the flames with unseeing eyes, until Stiles put himself between the wolf and the fire, making Peter look at his lovely mate.

"Run," Stiles ordered, eyes flashing silver.

Peter flashed his eyes bright-red right back at the boy, a wild grin spreading over his lips. "What, you think you can catch me, little fox?"

Stiles rolled his neck and summoned his tails and ears. They weren't necessary, but in a way, they helped him channel his inner fox and get more in tune with his instincts. He flexed clawed hands, his fingers black like they were dipped in ink, the same shadows that made up his tails and ears also manifesting his claws. Over time, Stiles had perfected his half-shift, had made himself more dangerous and wild with it. Void next to him thrilled and took off on his own, reveling in the chaos of a pack of wolves indulging in their animal instincts.

"Big, bad Alpha wolf shouldn't let a little fox catch him," Stiles warned with a sharp grin, teasing his mate. "What would the betas say?"

"That he put up a valiant effort against a superior predator," Allison called cheekily.

"Our Left Hand isn't wrong, darling," Peter tilted his head and let the beta-shift come over him. "And that's exactly what I'll do. Catch me, love."

With that, he bolted off into the woods. After giving him a bit of a head-start, Stiles made a demanding chittering sound and took off after his mate. He let everything else fade away and allowed himself to become one with his forest.

He could hear the animals of the forest, hiding out in their homes during this night that the pack roamed free, keeping themselves safe from the dangerous predators. The song of the trees and flowers around them was more animated on a night like today, cheering them on with vigor. Sparks of magic in all possible colors seemed electric in the air all around Stiles. The shadows greeted him as the old friend that he was whenever he touched them. The Earth beneath his feet resonated with his touch, mirroring its guardian's excitement.

Boyd, Erica, Jackson and Derek seemed all around him, growls, barks and laughter as they let their wolves guide them. Void was chasing playfully between the betas, tackling them every now and again before rushing ahead. Chris, Noah, Allison, Lydia, Danny and Alicia were around the crackling fire, their voices soft and far away at this point, but still a presence in Stiles' mind.

And right in front of him, his mate. His gorgeous wolf, who seemed to be pushing himself to keep Stiles at a distance. Too competitive and proud to let the fox win easily. Not that Stiles would want his catch to be easy. The wild grin on Stiles' lips grew even more as he pushed harder too. Peter turned to look at him with blazing red eyes and a matching grin of his own.

After what might actually be hours did the two of them stumble into a clearing. Fireflies were lighting up the night around them when Stiles tackled Peter onto the ground. Unrestrained laughter escaped Peter as he laid spread-out beneath Stiles, at the fox's mercy. Stiles' ears that had been pressed flat against his head so far now perked up. Sitting on Peter's hips, with his hands on the man's chest, claws carefully gracing muscular pecks, Stiles felt a different but similar kind of rush. Still tapped into his instincts, Stiles dove down to kiss Peter, fierce and heated and possessive. His.

"You win, my fox," Peter whispered pleased, arms around Stiles' waist. "What will be your prize?"

"Peter," Stiles growled, bordering on needy.

"I'll be your prize?" Peter asked teasingly.

His hands slipped down to cup Stiles' ass, squeezing down hard. A whimper escaped Stiles and he buried his face in Peter's neck to bite and lick and claim. They had been together for a year now but so far, they had never actually had sex. Heated making out in either of their beds, exchanged handjobs, they'd even been exploring blowjobs (and Stiles was getting really good at them. This appealed to his oral fixation in new and exciting ways and his wolf seemed to appreciate it too). But it had been a year now and he was a horny teenage boy with a ridiculously sexy boyfriend.

"If I can have you, yes," Stiles whispered, nibbling on Peter's neck. "Can I finally have you?"

"You did catch me fair and square," Peter's smirk turned a little wicked and his eyes seemed an even more intense shade of red. "And we shook off the betas five miles ago."

Oh. Oh, so his wolf hadn't just given such a good run for the thrill of it. He had specifically tried to shake their betas to give them some privacy. A huge, teasing grin spread over Stiles' lips.

"Alpha Hale, are you trying to seduce me?"

"That depends," Peter reached one hand up to grab Stiles by the neck and pull him in a kiss. "Alpha Stilinski, will you accept my mate-bite? Will you accept me as your mate?"

For a second, Stiles tensed. Oh, so Peter didn't just want to have sex, he wanted them to seal their matebond? Fucking finally! Stiles had been so patiently waiting for his wolf to be ready. But Peter had so much healing to do – more so mentally than physically at that point. They had been so busy rebuilding the Hale House and building their pack, training the turned wolves. There was school and lacrosse, too, to keep Stiles occupied. And Peter had insisted on being super old-fashioned and excessively and properly court Stiles, which sure was very incredibly nice because it included fancy dates and expensive, shiny gifts and generally being spoiled rotten by his wolf, but also, again, he was still just a horny teenage boy. And Chris and Noah kept cleaning their guns whenever Peter brought Stiles home after a date even just two minutes late.

Personally, Stiles had been ready to climb Peter like a tree after the first month of Peter being awake and in his life and dating him. But he understood all these factors, he understood that Peter needed to be in the right place too, mentally, physically and emotionally. But now, after a year of courting, Stiles' patience would finally be rewarded? He could finally have his wolf?

"Yes," Stiles laughed brightly as he leaned down to pepper Peter's face with kisses. "Yes, yes, yes, of course, my Prettywolf, I've been waiting for this for years."

Peter beneath him also laughed at all the enthusiastic kisses placed on him. Grabbing Stiles by the underside of his thighs, easily lifting him up, which was enough to get Stiles hard. Few things more of a turn on than seeing his wolf display that wolfly strength. Turned out Stiles was really into being manhandled. Blinking doe-eyed, Stiles allowed his wolf to carry him.

"Not to complain about the display of strength, you know I love when you carry me around, but why are you carrying me around because I thought we were gonna do something different?"

"I will not take your virginity on a bed of leafs and dirt," Peter glared indignantly.

Stiles made a soft noise of protest, because he was so not willing to wait until they'd be back to civilization. He wanted Peter now. After a few moments, Peter put him down in a nest of soft blankets and pillows set out beneath a tall tree. Oh, his wolf had been planning this.

"You were very confident I'd say yes," Stiles grinned cheekily.

"Darling, you have been less than subtle about how much you want to have sex for the past few months now," Peter pointed out dryly. "I do appreciate that you never pushed about it, but I am well-aware of how much you want this. And I also know you indulged me on courting you, you would have given me a mate-bite after the first week if your possessive fox had any say in it."

It made Stiles laugh softly and pull his wolf into a deep kiss. The two of them sat opposite each other on the comfortable nest and started undressing each other slowly, interrupted by many kisses and greedy hands wandering. Once they were both naked, Stiles pushed Peter down onto the pillows. There was a pleased, teasing smirk on Peter's lips and Stiles had to kiss his Prettywolf again. His hands wandered down Peter's chest, groping, his claws scratching ever so slightly over soft skin. Stiles' tails were caressing Peter's legs, wrapping around the wolf's ankles possessively.

"I also brought lube," Peter offered, reaching under the pillows.

Stiles snorted fondly and grabbed the bottle from Peter, coating his fingers with it. He greedily grabbed Peter's cock, jerking it a few times while coating it with the lube. He knew its weight and waste, had brought Peter to orgasm so, so many times in the past months. But he'd been longing to feel Peter inside him for just as long and now, he was finally getting what he wanted.

"Let me?" Peter requested gently, reaching out for the lube.

Stiles looked down at his clawed fingers, knowing he was too high on his instincts to control his half-shift right now and yeah this was not what he wanted inside himself. He handed Peter the lube and scooted closer in the wolf's lap. While Stiles jerked Peter off, Peter's fingers worked Stiles open in an expert move they had done before a few times, when handjobs had evolved into fingering out of curiosity. Absolute torture because Stiles had wanted Peter's dick after, but hey. He was going to get it this time. He moaned and rocked back against Peter's fingers.

"You ready for me, love?" Peter whispered, lips dragging over Stiles' neck.

"Been ready for months," Stiles growled, baring his fangs at his wolf in annoyance.

Peter chuckled and kissed him. "I mean, right now. Because I don't want to hurt you."

Heaving a sigh, Stiles rested his forehead against Peter's shoulder. "Yes, Worrywolf. I'm good."

It made Peter huff in amusement, before he pulled out of Stiles, resting his hands on his hips. "How do you want it, darling? It's your first time, I want to do this the way you want, my love."

Tilting his head, Stiles looked down at his wolf, sitting in this pretty nest of pillows he'd prepared for them. And as much as Stiles wanted to try absolutely all of the things with Peter and then maybe invent some new things just for them (they were an Alpha wolf and a shadow fox, surely they could be creative together), his fox was in control right now. It wanted their mate and control.

"I wanna ride you," Stiles declared, eyes flashing.

Peter hummed, sounding pleased. He grabbed his own cock and helped Stiles guide himself onto the wolf's hard cock. Stiles' breath hitched when the head of Peter's dick breached him for the first time. His claws dug into Peter's shoulders, making the wolf growl, though not displeased. They shared a deep, desperate kiss while Stiles slowly lowered himself onto all of Peter. And damn, he knew his wolf wasn't small, but somehow it felt so much bigger right now.

"Sh, you're doing so good, love," Peter cooed softly, peppering Stiles' face and chest with kisses.

Stiles made a small noise and finally sat fully on Peter's dick. He took a couple moments to calm himself and adjust to the new feeling of Peter inside him like this. It felt like they were truly one and Stiles felt a little high on that sensation. When he started moving, he lifted himself up and brought himself down harsh, the need so overwhelming. Peter's hands squeezed and caressed him all over, jerking Stiles' cock in rough motions. The more Stiles' orgasm built, the darker the sky above them got. The shadows of the trees around them darkened and lengthened, the sounds of the forest picked up as its guardian was claiming his mate. When Stiles felt his orgasm overcome him, he sank his fangs into that thick, bitable neck. Peter gave a growl and sank his own fangs into Stiles' neck. Though his thighs strained, Stiles kept moving until Peter came deep inside of him. Peter held him tight and close while snuggling into the pillows. The forest around them calmed down as they did and Stiles finally got to curl together on his mate's chest, truly and fully his now.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: That's it! The end! I had a whole lotta fun writing this and I hope you guys had fun reading it! Thank you so much for reading and even more for reviewing, you know comments fuel an author ;D