Mischief Mondays Chapter 16: Stetopher - Shoot of Submission, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: Shoot of Submission – Mischief Mondays Series

Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, Neckz 'n Throats, the Hale Pack Moves to London, Pack Alpha Peter, Spark Stiles, BDSM, m/f

Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles

Side Pairing: Boyd/Erica

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd

Summary: Erica goes into an unexpected heat, forcing her to cancel a photo shoot. Since they can't find an omega model to replace her, her roommate Stiles volunteers to give it a try.

Shoot of Submission

Mischief Mondays Series

"I hope you two are decent," Stiles announced loudly before opening the door, eyes squeezed shut. "Because I bear apple pie for my favorite Catwoman's heat-cravings."

"You can open your eyes, Stiles," Boyd chuckled amused. "Everything's covered."

When Stiles opened his eyes, he found his two roommates curled together in bed, naked but indeed covered by a sheet. The bed was surrounded by a high wall of pillows and clothes, from both Boyd and Erica, as well as borrowed items from their pack, even a few of Stiles' shirts. Boyd was sprawled out and Erica had her head resting on her mate's shoulder, a lazy and happy look on her face as she rubbed her cheek against his skin. Slowly, she turned toward Stiles and perked up.

"Wait, you went out and bought me pie?" Erica sat up slowly, sheet clutched to her chest.

"Nope," Stiles grinned and placed the pie on the nightstand next to the bed, not getting too close to Erica's nest. "I baked you a pie. You haven't eaten all day because of your cravings, so—o…"

"Holy shit, you are actually perfect and the best," Erica yelped, leaning over the border of her nest to grab the pie. "That smells amazing. Did you put cinnamon in it? You're seriously the best."

"Of course I did," Stiles huffed offended. "Okay. I'll leave you guys to the pie and the sex."

He grinned impishly and waved at them before leaving their bedroom again. Boyd and Erica were seriously amazing and he owed them both so much. When Stiles had left Beacon Hills for good, he had nowhere to go. His former pack-mate Lydia had moved to London, the two were still in contact through social media. She'd found a great pack, had fallen in love. It sounded all so good and Stiles found himself longing for it too, so with nowhere else to go, he'd followed her to London. She put him in touch with Boyd and Erica. The mated pair lived above the café that Boyd owned and they had an empty bedroom. Apparently, another pack-mate of theirs, Cora, used to live there, before she decided to fully immerse herself in the college experience by moving into the dorm. They rented out the spare room to Stiles and he even got a job at Boyd's café. It didn't take long for Stiles to befriend them both and he loved sharing his living space with another omega – growing up in a small town like Beacon Hills, he'd never known too many other omegas. So if an apple pie would make her heat more bearable on his best friend, then he damn well would bake her a pie.

Stiles puttered around the kitchen for a bit, cleaning up the baking mess. By the time he comfortably plopped down on the couch with a slice of pie himself (because he had made two right away; if he baked, he also wanted a piece of that), Boyd left his and Erica's bedroom.

"Hey, want a slice of pie too?" Stiles asked, lifting his own plate up. "I'm guessing Erica isn't too much in a sharing mood right now. There's another pie in the kitchen."

"I did get some pie," Boyd smirked. "Got to eat it off her body. But sure, sounds like less fun but like more pie for me. Thanks, Stiles. Not just for the baking."

"No problem. You guys help me through my heats, feels kinda obvious I'd also take care of you."

Which was true enough. For the first time in his life, Stiles actually had someone he could rely on to take care of him during a heat. Sure, when he was a teen, his dad had tried his best, bless his heart, but the man was a beta and was being absolutely awkward about it. And after high school, Stiles' now ex? The alpha had thought 'taking care' of an omega in heat meant fucking them into the mattress and that was that. Bullshit. Sure, heat with a partner were more pleasurable and also easier than solo heats, but 'taking care' of an omega in heat meant providing them with nesting material, making sure they stayed hydrated and didn't forget to eat, protecting them while they were more vulnerable. Now, Stiles had a fellow omega who actually knew heat needs, and an alpha experienced in taking care of an omega in heat, and he was so damn grateful for it.

He could hear Boyd in the kitchen, happily humming to himself as he cut a slice of the blueberry pie that Stiles had made (apple was Erica's favorite, but blueberry was Stiles', so why not two different pies, to please both). A few minutes later and Boyd collapsed next to him on the couch, plate on his lap, fork in one hand and phone in the other. There was a frown on his face.

"Everything alright, big guy?" Stiles asked carefully.

"Erica's boss," Boyd sighed, causing Stiles to frown a little disturbed. "Who is also our Pack Alpha. He's checking in on how Erica is doing, but also letting us know that he hasn't found a replacement for her for the shoot tomorrow yet. And yes, we wanted the update on that."

Stiles hummed and nodded. He had been about to argue that this sounded very emotionally blackmail-y to tell Erica, during her heat, that her heat was interfering in her job and inconvenienced the boss. Tilting his head, Stiles regarded Boyd curiously.

"And that worries you? She's working for like the biggest label in the business. Surely they gotta have like an army of drop-dead gorgeous models to fill in for Erica," Stiles argued confused. "I mean, heats and ruts can not come as a surprise for Neckz 'n Throats. Right?"

Boyd chuckled fondly and shook his head. "Yeah, no. They don't. And in normal shoots, it wouldn't matter. She could be replaced by a beta or alpha too. But this is a special shoot, the whole angle of it is supposed to be alpha and omega, dominance and submission. There aren't all that many omegas in the industry to begin with. The label only has two omegas on permanent staff, Erica and Kira. Kira is currently on her honeymoon with her mate Malia."

"Oka—ay," Stiles nodded in understanding. "Find someone else? Off-label? N'n'T regularly has guest models too. I'm well aware that, by math alone, there's less omegas than alphas or betas, so it figures that there are fewer omega models in the industry too, but surely a big name label would have enough connections to reach out to another omega model…?"

"Lydia tried," Boyd emphasized the name to drive home that indeed everything has been tried. "All omega models the label's in contact with are either on heat leave, on a different shoot already, too far away to make it to tomorrow's shoot, out sick with a cold or that one omega we cut ties with when she got too pushy after she got told her advances weren't wanted."

Stiles made a face, remembering that incident. Some omega had been paired with one of the alpha models, apparently, and kept coming onto him even after he politely told her off and that he was mated. Even after the set's intimacy coordinator had a sit-down with her. That kind of behavior got one kicked out of the label and flagged, Stiles knew that from Erica and Boyd.

"So, just, overall real unfortunate timing, basically," Stiles summarized.

Boyd snorted and stuffed more pie into his mouth. "Basically. Which sucks. They already advertised for this issue big time and there's always a lot of anticipation for it. An omega's willing submission to an alpha really… has a very strong appeal to wolves. Having to push the issue back and improvise something else is going to be real time-consuming and a set back…"

Stiles hummed softly, drawing his legs up to his chest. "Erica keeps saying I could be a model. Is she just trying to give my non-existing ego a boost there, or is she serious?"

Slowly, Boyd lowered his fork, both eyebrows raised. "Are you serious? Yeah, you're gorgeous, you got that whole… prey appeal, with the big doe-eyes and the long, pale neck. Are you… offering?"

"I don't know," Stiles shrugged honestly, though he also blushed brightly. "Never modeled before. But you two came in like my saviors when I arrived here. And I wouldn't have met you if you and Lydia weren't in the same pack, so I kinda feel like I owe your Alpha one. I'll admit, I have been curious for a while, I may want to give it a try. I just, you know, don't know."

Boyd smiled and nodded at him in understanding. "It's okay. I'll text Peter that you would be willing to give it a try but you never did anything like this so you may still back out due to discomfort. This way, they can prepare a replacement shoot still, which they would have to do anyway if you hadn't offered. Thank you, Stiles. I know this will calm Erica down some. She's feeling really guilty about leaving Peter hanging like that with this irregular heat."

For the most part, they could plan ahead around the heat and rut cycles, but every now and again, bodies would not comply and a heat came unscheduled. Like this one. Stiles grinned and shrugged.

"Just give me the time and place and I'll be there. But now, I want more pie."

/break\

Peter could kiss Boyd when Erica and Boyd's roommate walked in. He trusted Erica's judgment and she had told Peter before that their roommate was gorgeous, but to see the tall, pale boy with the wide, pretty doe-eyes and messy, soft-looking hair, lithe body and long legs? Mh. Peter couldn't wait to see what the boy would look like on his knees for Peter.

"You must be Stiles," Peter smiled pleased as he approached the boy. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

The boy stepped closer too and Peter's nose was flooded with his scent. He'd never smelt a more delicious omega, the thick sweetness of syrupy honey seemed to wrap around him, trying to drown him, making his mouth water. Stiles held out his hand to shake and Peter didn't resist taking it to lift it up to his lips and kiss. Leaving his scent on the boy and feeling the soft skin beneath his lips. A delightful blush colored Stiles' cheeks when Peter let go again.

"I'm Peter, I'll be your partner in this shoot, this is Christopher, our photographer, and Derek, our intimacy coordinator. We'll go through everything in rough drafts and then, if you're okay to go ahead, I'll introduce you to wardrobe and make-up," Peter started gently.

"You're Peter Hale," Stiles croaked out before clearing his throat. "Boyd forgot to mention that the shoot was with you. He just said a shoot. Not with their Alpha. Who is the biggest deal."

"Is that a problem, darling?" Peter tilted his head curiously.

His nephew and his mate had stepped up to him from either side, regarding the boy too. He could see how Chris was mentally taking the boy apart and putting him back together, imagining the angles he could work with the pretty boy. Stiles' blush intensified as he shook his head.

"No! No, not a problem, just, fuck," Stiles sighed and rubbed his face. "I have never done something like this. It feels like much more pressure if I'm working with a seasoned big name like you. Like, I'll inevitably screw up and get on your nerves – I tend to get on people's nerves because I'm very fidgety and, as you are probably realizing right about now, ramble a lot and-"

"Take a breath, kid," Chris instructed, firm but gentle. "There's no pressure. Boyd told us you've never done a professional shoot before. Peter being an experienced professional isn't going to make you look bad, it's just going to help you. He'll help guide you through it. Breathe, okay?"

Stiles peeked at the photographer from between his fingers and nodded reluctantly. My, wasn't that boy precious? Peter smiled amused, waiting for Stiles to calm down some.

"Before we move any further, have you ever submitted to a werewolf before?" Peter asked.

"Well, I mean, my ex was a werewolf and we had a lot of sex, so yeah?"

Peter could hear Derek's startled grunt and the amused little noise in the back of Chris' throat. "Darling, no. While sex can have delightful elements of submission, the act of submission isn't inherently a sexual one. Especially not for werewolves. Surely you know about baring your throat to a pack Alpha to submit to them? Submission is an inherent part of werewolf society and to have an omega willingly submit to an alpha is… an incomparable thrill."

Stiles stared at him with such a blank look though. Clearly, he did not have much of a concept of submission, outside of probably highly undernegotiated sex scenes. Peter turned toward Chris and Derek to consult them on how to move forward. Derek looked very constipated.

"Before we do a real shoot, I want to see if Stiles would even be comfortable with it," Derek argued. "I don't want him to freak out in the middle of it."

"Derek's right," Chris turned toward Stiles. "Would you be okay with us trying something out, just to see how comfortable you'd be with things? And if it's a total no-go for you, we call the whole thing off. If you're fine with it, we'll sit down and talk details for the shoot?"

"Sure," Stiles shrugged, smelling mostly curious, his body-language open too.

"Let's start with something simple then," Peter smiled playfully, before he turned more serious, eyes blazing red and voice a firm command. "Be a good boy and get on your knees for your alpha."

His eyes widened in surprise as Stiles just dropped onto the floor with no hesitation, a thump echoing through the studio as his knees hit the concrete ground. The omega's head was tilted back, beautiful amber eyes large and pupils blown, pretty, pink mouth hanging a little open. Arousal pooled in Peter's belly at just how readily the omega had submitted to him and how gorgeous he looked like that, on his knees and staring up at Peter with eager devotion. It was definitely not the reaction he'd expected, quite frankly, he had meant to say more, but Stiles' reaction had been so instantaneous. The boy blinked startled and tore his gaze away from Peter, heart-rate spiking. Smiling pleased, Peter curled his fingers under Stiles' chin to regain the boy's whole attention.

"Lovely," Peter praised him in a warm voice, trying to calm Stiles down. "But I didn't expect you to just drop down like that, sweet thing. I don't want you to hurt yourself, mh?"

Stiles' face screwed up, his cute upturned nose wrinkling. "I don't…"

He looked down at the concrete floor beneath him. Before Peter could do anything, Chris stepped up to them and grabbed a large pillow off the couch. He rested a hand on the junction between Stiles' neck and shoulder, thumb rubbing ever so subtly but not subtle enough for Peter to miss this act of scent-marking. Stiles turned his head to look at the man.

"It's okay, Stiles, you did good, just a bit too enthusiastic, mh," Chris assured him softly. "Here, put that under your knees. You can take it slow, we won't rush you."

Stiles glowered and grabbed the pillow, hugging it to his chest. "I didn't… mean to do that."

Chris, still kneeling next to the boy, froze. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know," Stiles looked a little frustrated. "I never felt that compelled to just do what someone says. Ask anyone who knows me, I literally never do what others tell me to. But it's like every fiber in my being felt compelled to… to please him? Be good for him?"

There was an endearing blush on Stiles' cheeks, along with the frustrated little frown. Peter stared down at him in surprise, before he turned to exchange a look with Chris. He could see the knowing surprise on Chris' face too. An alpha, not even an Alpha, could just compel an omega into obedience. That urge to obey a particular alpha spoke of a high compatibility between alpha and omega. Humans didn't care much about it, but then acts of submission weren't as common between humans as they were between wolves. Sure, many humans enjoyed what they called BDSM, and Peter loved to see Chris dominate any pretty little twink the couple would take home with them as much as he loved to dominate the omegas himself, but for humans it was rarer than for wolves.

"If you want to back out of this shoot because of it, you can," Derek spoke up, serious but soft. "I've heard that this can be very overwhelming for omegas, you don't have to push yourself."

Peter ground down his teeth. He'd found plenty of omegas happy and eager to submit to him, but never one with such high compatibility. And such a pretty little thing, too. He'd hate to see the boy walk out of here now. The only place he'd want to see him walk off to was Peter and Chris' den.

Sharp and observant eyes looked from Derek to Chris and then settled on Peter. "None of you are weirded out by my reaction and he's doing some 'spooked animal soothing', which means this isn't fully uncommon for you guys. So I don't see a reason not to finish this."

"What," Peter raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Shrugging, Stiles got up and dropped the pillow onto the floor. "You seem to know what you're doing and what to do with whatever the fuck I just did, so sure, why not."

"Are you really sure?" Derek asked and stepped up to Stiles.

"Whatever this was," Stiles sucked his lower lip into his mouth to drag it through his teeth. "It wasn't bad. It was new and surprising, but not bad. I wouldn't mind exploring it more."

Derek nodded, albeit reluctant, and stepped back again. "Say stop and everything stops, Stiles."

Stiles tilted his head and offered Derek a reassuring grin. "Don't worry, if anything goes against what I'm comfortable with, everyone here is going to know."

Stiles gave him a thumbs up and then returned his attention to Peter. "So—o. Second try?"

Peter's wolf was positively howling in excitement. Yes. The pretty little omega wanted to submit to him. Chris, who had gotten off the ground too, grabbed Peter's arm for a moment, slowly running his hand down to Peter's wrist. His eyes were intense, conveying amusement and understanding. He knew what the omega's instinctual submission meant to the wolf and he wasn't mad or upset about it. The small smirk on his lips told Peter that Chris may be as interested in seeing where this could go as Peter. Before the photographer could step away, Peter pulled him into one short but intense kiss, running his own hand down Chris' back.

"...Is that part of the shoot?" Stiles asked surprised. "Do I get to kiss the hot photographer too?"

That startled a laugh out of Chris, who winked at Stiles with a teasing glint in his eyes. "If you're a good boy for us and I like the outcome of our shoot, you may get a kiss too."

Stiles' face turned dark-red at the nickname and his scent thickened like the sweetest honey with his arousal, making Peter's mouth water and his eyes darken. This boy, Peter had to have him. Him and Christopher were not going to leave the building without the tempting omega.

"Okay, sweetheart," Peter made sure to keep his voice gentle this time, not a command, so the omega would listen to him first before instinct took over. "I want you to kneel for me, on the pillow, back straight and arms crossed behind your back. Be good for me, mh?"

He flashed his eyes red at that last sentence and got a truly beautiful whine from the boy. This time, he sank down onto the pillow and did so slower, assuming the pose Peter had instructed. Big amber eyes stared up at him expectantly, the line of pale neck readily offered to the Alpha. It took all of Peter's self-control not to dive in and lick it, bite it, claim it. This was his omega.

"Beautiful," Peter praised softly, reaching a hand out to caress Stiles' hair. "So good, little one."

Stiles actually keened at that, the scent of his arousal once again heavy in the hair.

/break\

Both Chris and Peter were alphas and that had never been an issue for them. Many alpha/alpha relationships broke apart because of a clash in dominance, but to them, their battles for dominance were just thrilling foreplay. And they took enough willing omegas to bed to even things out too. That being said, a part of Chris had always worried that one day, Peter would find a compatible omega and choose them over Chris. When the pretty little thing came in and dropped on his knees for Peter, it was one of the hottest things Chris had ever seen, but it was also concerning. When Peter had kissed him after, it had been a kiss of reassurance and love, easing Chris' nerves. With that, Chris could concentrate on the work and appreciate the omega in a different light. The four of them sat down and hashed out what Chris envisioned for the two, with Derek patiently explaining that Stiles could put an end to everything whenever he wanted, or halt it if it got uncomfortable.

"It's asking a lot, for a human to not just submit to a werewolf but to an Alpha werewolf," Derek said seriously, searching Stiles' face. "Peter will be in your personal space, claws and fangs. You'll have a predator at your throat, quite literally, and you'll be submitting to him, putting yourself into a vulnerable spot. We all understand if that's asking too much of you. You can end or pause things, not just when an act of submission makes you uncomfortable, but generally if you feel unsafe or threatened by a situation. You don't know Peter personally, you have no reason to trust him, so nobody will hold it against you if you feel threatened, afraid or unsure."

Chris rested a calming hand on Peter's thigh to keep the Alpha from growling or even attacking his nephew. After all, Derek's words were true and Peter's rational mind knew that. Peter's wolf on the other hand took insult to the insinuation that he may mistreat or hurt his potential mate. And, at this point, it was crystal clear that that was what Stiles was. The boy took so naturally and beautifully to submitting to Peter, it really was the potential of a matebond. Chris was unsure how to feel about it.

"Yeah, no, I appreciate that, but as I said earlier, if anything happens that I don't want, you will know it," Stiles grinned amused at them, tilting his head. "An Alpha doesn't scare me."

"That's… interesting," Chris raised one eyebrow, looking intensely at the boy.

"Oh, Erica never actually told you I'm not human, huh," Stiles flashed his eyes a bright, intense teal. "I'm a Spark. I'm too powerful to let anyone do anything to me that I don't want."

Peter made the most guttural sound at that, a deeply satisfied growl that had Stiles keen and stare at the Alpha with those pretty, big eyes of his. Chris shifted a little to hide his arousal too.

"What was that noise and how do I make him do that again?" Stiles asked, staring at Peter. "Because hearing that made me feel things. Like, really deep down."

"You just," Chris cleared his throat a little. "You just disclosed that you're one of the most powerful creatures there are. It appeals to his inner alpha, to hear that someone as powerful willingly chooses to submit to him. That's the appeal of submission, to have it willingly given."

Stiles hummed and tilted his head. "Okay. So, you ran all the basics by me and explained what you'll expect from me. Can we… like… give this a try for real now?"

Peter, Derek and Chris all agreed and Stiles was sent off to wardrobe and make-up. When he returned, Chris had to grip his camera a little tighter. Stiles was wearing black shorts that left his long legs bare and a button-down shirt from Peter that hung loose on his frame. Chancing a glance at his mate, he saw the hungry red eyes. Yes, Peter and Stiles definitely were compatible. Looking at the pretty boy, Chris couldn't help but hope the Spark may be open to trying a relationship with both Peter and Chris, because Chris would not mind getting some of that too.

"Okay, I want to start off with you kneeling for Peter," Chris called out, voice instinctively growing firmer. "Down on the pillow, head tilted back to look up at Peter, mouth a little open."

The sweetest whine escaped Stiles as he fell down onto his knees near as hard as he had done earlier for Peter, his scent thickening with arousal to the degree that even Chris' human nose could smell it. He nearly dropped his camera and the others in the studio fell as quiet. Stiles wasn't just a compatible mate for Peter, he was just as responsive to Chris' alpha-voice.

When the silence stretched on too long did Stiles turn toward Chris, tense and worried. "Is… everything alright? Why are you all so quiet? Did I do it wrong…?"

Without thinking on it, Chris put his camera down and walked over to Stiles in quick strides, sinking down right beside him to gently cup the omega's face, caressing his soft skin. Stiles instinctively leaned into the touch and relaxed again, soft and pliant in Chris' hands.

"No, baby, you're doing so good," Chris praised him gently. "You're doing wonderful. Just… surprised by how naturally you're taking to it, but you are doing nothing wrong, doll."

Peter looked so damn smug when Chris got up again and Chris didn't resist the urge to grab the other alpha and pull him into a filthy, deep kiss that left them both breathless. The scent of Stiles' arousal was even heavier in the air after the show, amber eyes intense as he stared at them.

"Can we… please… finish this shoot?" Derek requested in exasperation.

Peter and Chris obeyed their nephew's request. Beyond kneeling in front of a standing Peter, Chris also wanted Stiles between the Alpha's legs, arms behind his back and mouthing at Peter's clothed crotch. The shirt came off and Peter applied Alpha-red rope in diamond patterns, tying the omega up. That one, Chris took multiple pictures of, the process, the looks on both their faces. When the rope came off again, it left gorgeous red marks on the pale skin and Chris took a dozen pictures of Peter's clawed hands tracing the marks. Stiles on Peter's lap, knees on either side of the Alpha and Peter's hands cupping the omega's perfect little ass. Maybe Chris took more pictures of that ass being squeezed than were necessary. On the last ones, Stiles wore a red leather collar with a golden tag engraved with the Greek letter omega, Stiles sitting between Peter's legs, facing Chris this time, head resting against Peter's knee and Peter's fingers in his hair.

"Okay," Chris announced, voice rough. "I think we got everything we need."

Stiles' eyes were half-lid and he looked so prettily out of it, still leaning against Peter. When Derek tried to step up to them, Chris held him back with a hand against his chest, shaking his head.

"Peter and I will take care of him," Chris muttered lowly.

Derek looked displeased. Usually, the beta took care of omegas after such shoots, easing them out. But Stiles' compatibility with both Peter and Chris swayed Derek into reluctant agreement. Peter leaned down to scoop Stiles up in his arms, holding him close to his chest. That boy looked so good with Peter, was so good for them both. Chris smiled and gently caressed Stiles' hair.

/break\

The photo shoot was most definitely the most intense thing Stiles had ever experienced. That was better than any sex he'd had so far. The sound of both Peter and Chris' voice, of their firm commands that went straight to his dick and made his hole clench on nothing, producing slick in anticipation for the wonderful, perfect alphas who were taking such great care of him. Everything they did was leaving Stiles dizzy too, the ropes, the kneeling, holy fuck mouthing at Peter's clothed dick was somehow hotter than the last time he'd given a proper blowjob to his ex. There was such a layer of control there, of neediness, that he was mouthing at something he wasn't fully getting.

The most overwhelming part though wasn't the submission, it was the praise. Chris and Peter telling him how good he was for them, how wonderful and perfect and beautiful. It made him feel appreciated in a manner Stiles never had. Most his life, he was being told that he was too fidgety, too loud, talked too much, was annoying. Never that he was perfect, especially not like that.

All of that were thoughts running through Stiles' still fuzzy mind when he woke up, not even remembering having fallen asleep. He was cocooned into the softest blanket ever and it smelt so safe and good, like the forest ground and licorice but also gun-oil and citrus and somehow, Stiles knew those were Peter and Chris' scents. Blinking hazily, Stiles looked around, wondering where he even was. It looked like an office. He was curled together on a pull-out couch, surrounded by pillows, blankets and… Chris and Peter, on either side of him, the alphas bracketing him safely between them, each having an arm thrown over Stiles.

"Okay," Stiles blinked a couple times. "This is the part where I need some context."

"You were pretty out of it after the shoot," Chris' voice was so nice and dark, his hand reaching up to cup Stiles' face. "We helped ease you out of it and then you fell asleep, baby."

Petname. Again. He'd called Stiles that, and other names, during the shoot too. Stiles blushed, aware that this was definitely not part of a professional photo shoot. He also nuzzled into Chris' hand, turning to face the alpha some. Peter on his other side used the opportunity to wrap his arms around Stiles' waist and press against his back, face nuzzling into Stiles' neck.

"Yeah, I'll need more context than that," Stiles grunted, but found himself unmotivated to move, if anything he never wanted to leave this safe, warm, happy place right here. "What happened during the shoot. My… really very intense reaction to the both of you. None of you guys were weirded out by it. I was okay with putting a pin on that earlier, but now I'd like some answers."

"Alphas and omegas can find ideal mate matches through acts of dominance and submission," Peter whispered, warm breath tickling Stiles' neck. "Humans don't practice that anymore, don't value it as highly as werewolves. But for us wolves, we take such potential matches very seriously."

Stiles hummed in understanding. "And I'm a match for you guys. Both of you."

"Yeah," Chris caressed Stiles' cheek. "Now, we know that's a lot, doll, and we don't want to put any pressure on you, you don't owe us anything, but… we'd like to see where things could go."

This time, Stiles did sit up. He stretched wide, aware of the two pairs of hungry eyes on him. Potential mate-matches, huh? That was a lot. He'd never thought he was perfect for anyone, but those two had made him feel that way today. He spread his hands out in front of himself and let his magic coat them, bright teal energy pulsing around them. Both alphas also sat up at that, tense and curious. Peter's arousal was heavy in the air as the Alpha watched the magic.

"What are you doing, darling?" Peter asked curiously.

"You say we're a potential match based on your cultural values, I want to see if we're a potential match based on mine," Stiles explained. "Sparks can find their ideal mates though their magic. Our magic is very instinctual, it… reacts to people. Sometimes, with aversion, sometimes with…"

Stiles rested a hand on each alpha and watched in awe how it spread over them both, coating them in a sheen of magic. Claiming them, covering them in protection. It buzzed pleasantly before settling. Both Chris and Peter stared at him, making Stiles' heart skip a little beat.

"Uh, yeah, with that," Stiles cleared his throat and ducked his head. "My magic likes you."

His cheeks flushed brightly and he felt himself growing a little nervous. Sure, they'd said he was compatible with them, but having his magic sink into them like that was weird, what if they didn't appreciate that? Peter grasped his face, tilting it so Stiles was looking at him.

"I'm going to kiss you now, sweetheart," Peter growled lowly. "Yes?"

"Y… Yeah," Stiles swallowed hard and leaned in too.

The alpha smelt even better up close like that. He clawed his fingers into Peter's shirt, leaning against the wolf until he was practically sitting on the other's lap, Peter's arms now around his waist. When they parted, Stiles tilted his head forward against Peter's shoulder. His whole body was buzzing from that one kiss, feeling electrified.

"Can I have one too, baby?" Chris asked, hands on Stiles' waist.

The photographer was pressing against Stiles' back and the omega happily leaned against him. Tilting his head, Stiles turned toward him, shuddering at how Chris' beard scratched his neck. Peter also grabbed Stiles' waist, easily lifting him up to turn him toward Chris. A shock of arousal went through Stiles at being manhandled by the wolf, making Peter smirk pleased. The next moment, Chris was kissing him, easily taking control and devouring Stiles whole.

"Will you allow us to court you and take you out on a date?" Peter requested eagerly.

"Ye—eah," Stiles sighed, happy smile on his lips. "But today, I am staying right here. Not leaving this couch, at all. I feel fucked out without any fucking. That's wild."

Both alphas laughed and gladly wrapped themselves around Stiles, the three settling onto the couch again. His alphas smelt really nice, Stiles mused happily. He so owed Erica another pie, or ten.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: I got really hung up on the angle of dominance and submission during the photoshoot in my first N'n'T and really wanted to double down on it! Finally got around to it :D