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Title: Mission Gone Cold – Friday Ficlets Series

TW Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Jeff Davis and MTV. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.

Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, Pack Alpha Peter, Spark Stiles, hurt/comfort, fluff, body heat sharing

Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles

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

Summary: The pack split up to hunt down their latest threat, a winter witch who attacks them with a snow storm that forces Stiles, Chris and Peter to hunker down in a cabin in the woods for the night. Just Stiles' luck, to be snowed in with his crushes.

Mission Gone Cold

Friday Ficlets Series

Stiles had already felt useless and frustrated enough even before Chris picked him up to carry him. The hunter had had an arm around Stiles' waist for the past ten minutes already, Stiles' own arm around the man's neck. At first, that had worked, had been enough support, but the past couple steps already, Chris had been dragging him along, until Chris gave up and grabbed Stiles by the underside of his knees. So now Stiles was pressed up against Chris' strong chest, feeling even more useless.

"We're not making it down the mountain like this," Chris called out.

Peter growled, low and dark, looking around one more time (Stiles couldn't imagine that even werewolfly sight would help with just how intense the snow storm had gotten) before settling on Chris and Stiles with a hard glare. Stiles instinctively ducked his head. The Alpha must be so annoyed with him right now. What was the point of having a Spark as Emissary when the Spark was being this fucking useless...?

Stiles couldn't even get them out of the damn snow storm. The one thing Sparks could do that other magic users couldn't do was control nature itself. He should be able to stop this stupid snow storm no problem. But he had used so much of his magic all day while hunting the Winter Witch and then in a direct battle against her, at which point she had summoned this intense snow storm to get away.

A week ago, the weather had started going wild, to the point that even global warming was no longer an excuse, because California should absolutely not have snow storms. Even less so in June. It took the pack days to figure out what their enemy was. Stiles had spent like three nights crashing at Peter and Chris' place, hours of doing research with Peter before falling asleep over the books. Until they finally figured out that it was a Sneguroshka – a Snow Maiden, a Slavic form of divine magic user who could control snow and storms, a bringer of winter. They were featured in a couple Russian fairy tales, even beyond – most prominently in Hans Christian Andersen's Snow Queen too.

Once they knew what they were fighting, they started to hunt. Today, they finally had a real lead and went up the mountain. The pack split up in teams of three – Cora with Boyd and Erica, Isaac with Scott and Allison, Derek with Jackson and Lydia, and Stiles, as the Emissary, ended up with the Alpha Pair. At first, Stiles had felt good about that. Until they actually ran into the witch. They had meant to wait for backup, but she had spotted them and attacked first. Stiles twisted his ankle on the ice when battling her, nature magic against nature magic, before she'd gotten away.

"Stiles," Chris' voice was a dark growl as he jostled Stiles a little, adjusting him so Stiles' head came to rest against Chris' neck. "You're quiet. You're never quiet. Tell me you're awake, doll."

Stiles hummed softly at the gentle nickname, turning his face to soak in Chris' warm. "I'm awake."

"Good," Chris sounded relieved. "Peter found a hunting cabin not far. Stay with me, okay?"

Stiles hummed again, eyes closing. It was so cold and the heavy feeling of uselessness just made him feel even more tired and Chris was so warm and Stiles loved the feeling of those firm muscles beneath his cheek and the smell. Mh. The smell. Chris smelt like Old Spice and gun oil, musky and dark. The kind of scent Stiles wanted to roll around in. Damn these wolves, them and their instincts were totally rubbing off on him. Stiles sighed contently when he got a whiff of Peter, burying his nose deeper in Chris' shirt at the scent of Peter's expensive cologne and the forest. The Alpha always smelt like the forest, like the Earth after rain and wet bark on trees. Stiles had never gotten close enough to either to smell the other on them. He knew Chris and Peter were mates, but to actually smell Peter's scent on Chris' clothes like that made it feel all the more real.

"Glad you're not quiet anymore," Chris muttered softly. "But I'm still getting concerned about you, because I don't think you meant to actually say all of that out loud, doll."

Stiles tensed in Chris' arms. Oh, he had not just babbled on about Chris and Peter's scents out loud, right? Those were private thoughts! They were supposed to stay inside his head. Stupid mouth.

"Now, don't talk about that pretty little mouth of yours like that," Chris whispered teasingly.

Okay, so Stiles was apparently having auditory hallucinations too, on top of the cold and the inability to filter his thoughts before they left his mouth, because Chris did not just call his mouth 'pretty'. Stiles blinked doe-eyed and decided to just burrow more into Chris' chest for now. Something changed. There was no longer biting cold wet hitting his face. When he blinked and looked around again, they were inside somewhere.

"How is he?" Peter asked, a nice, warm hand on Stiles' forehead.

The fact that the Alpha wasn't addressing Stiles directly should probably bother him, but since his mouth couldn't be trusted right now, maybe it was better if Chris answered. Sighing contently, Stiles leaned more and more into Peter's warmth, until he nearly fell out of Chris' arm.

"You mean aside from freezing cold?" Chris sounded angry.

Was Chris angry with him? Was it because he was being a useless Emissary? This was just a stupid storm, Stiles could control storms. He really could! They shouldn't even be in this situation, he should have been able to disperse the storm and the three of them should have easily made their way back down the mountain to regroup with the pack. The pack didn't even know where they were, they must be so worried. If Stiles hadn't gotten injured, they wouldn't have to be here either. Hell, without him, Chris and Peter would have probably easily made the hike down the mount-

"Stop that," Peter's voice was a firm command, his eyes red.

Stiles blinked sluggishly, confused. But Peter was holding his chin in a vice-grip, forcing Stiles to look at him, so the wolf was probably talking to him. Gods, Peter was so pretty. How was this man that pretty? Grown men weren't supposed to be pretty. Handsome – like Chris, ruggedly handsome – or gorgeous maybe, but not pretty. But when Stiles looked at Peter, that was just… the perfect word. Peter was such a pretty wolf. Heh. Prettywolf. Stiles grinned at that.

Peter heaved a sigh, seeming mildly amused. "Thank you, darling. I'd much rather have you waxing poetry about how pretty I am than have you talk badly about yourself. You're not useless and you are a spectacular Emissary. You exhausted your magic in a fight that Christopher and I would have easily lost if we had been on our own against the Winter Witch. And that fight is also how you got injured. It's not like you clumsily stumbled around or did it on purpose, sweetheart. This is an injury you got during a fight, like any other injury any of the pack have gotten in past fights. Would you have called any of them useless for it? Would you have looked Isaac in the eyes and told him he was useless when he'd nearly bled out during the attack last month?"

"No," Stiles looked at Peter offended and upset. "That wasn't his fault!"

An exasperated sigh came from Peter and then the Alpha brushed Stiles' hair back and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Precisely my point, Stiles. This isn't your fault either."

"We really need to get him warmed up, Peter," Chris whispered. "I'm worried about how out of it he is. The cold is one thing but it's affecting him beyond temperature…"

Peter made an affirmative noise and the next moment, the Alpha was stripping down. Stiles' brain went offline for a few moments when his eyes landed on Peter's bare chest, but it was when Peter shrugged out of his pants that all higher brain-functions left the building. Chris carefully put Stiles down and then there were hands on him, stripping him down and oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, Stiles knew this one, he has had this dream at least three dozen times. This was gonna be good.

"Afraid not, doll," Chris' eyes crinkled in amusement. "We need to warm you up. Body heat will do more than just blankets. And you are in no right mind to consent to anything sexual."

Stiles frowned at him in confusion but let the two of them strip him down until he was only in his Batman briefs. Peter sat down on the bed in the corner of the cabin and pulled Stiles flush against his chest, but so the both of them were facing inward into the cabin and got to watch Chris strip down. The pure, raw DILF energy of Christopher Alexander Argent stood truly unparalleled.

"How do you even know about my middle name?" Chris asked amused.

"Helped Ally dig into the ancestry and draw up a family tree after she read up on the Argent origins and Marie-Jeanne Argent," Stiles yawned softly, snuggling back against Peter. "She really loved the story of the Beast of Gevaudan and what a badass Marie-Jeanne was…"

His eyelids grew heavy and Peter was so comfortable and warm against his back and then the blanket lifted and suddenly there was a firm, warm chest against his face. Mh. Comfy…

/break\

Peter inhaled deeply, getting as much of Stiles' content scent as he could to calm himself and his agitated wolf. Stiles' body was still too cold and the unfiltered rambling – unfiltered even by Stiles' standard – that had then devolved into incoherent babbling? His inner wolf was out of its mind with worry for their boy. But right now, sandwiched between Chris and Peter, their boy smelt content and that eased some of the worry that was currently overwhelming Peter.

"He likes our scents, you know," Chris whispered softly. "When you went ahead searching for a place for us to hide out in, Stiles was going on about how good I smelled. And then he apparently picked your scent up on my shirt and he seems to love how much you smell like the forest."

Peter gave a pleased purr at that, nuzzling Stiles' hair. "He also said that he's been having repeated dreams about us undressing him. I would love to hear about them all."

That made Chris chuckle. His eyes softened when he looked at his wolf. Peter was radiating worry and Chris understood why. When Chris had just gotten to pick Stiles up bridal style without a snarky, offended rant from the boy? That was when Chris got truly concerned. Seeing Stiles tumble around in exhaustion after draining his magic? They'd seen that often in the past and would get snarked at by the boy. Even Stiles getting injured? He'd play it down, soldier through it. Quietly accepting help without protest? That was when they knew their boy was seriously not alright.

"I'll admit, this isn't how I pictured having Stiles naked between us for the first time," Chris sighed. "How is he sounding, Peter? Heart-beat? Breathing?"

Peter hummed, face buried in Stiles' neck. "Stable. Calm. No rattling in his lungs, which is good."

The Alpha raised his eyes to look at his mate. Both had only recently confronted the fact that they were both in love with Stiles. It had been their best kept secret so far, the idiots. They should have been honest about this sooner, talked about it, made Stiles theirs. Instead, they had wasted months feeling guilty about having feelings for someone else – for a teenager, for their Emissary.

/break\

Stiles woke up to chest hair tickling his nose, which was absolutely a new and confusing experience. He blinked and looked at the gray curly hair on that firm, muscular chest. There were some scars, a long cut just above the right nipple and a gun-shot wound on the opposing shoulder.

"Why is there a Chris-shaped pillow under my face?" Stiles whispered sleepily.

"Because there is a Peter-shaped blanket wrapped around you from behind, darling."

Stiles startled at the tempting voice behind him. Now that he knew Peter was there, he became aware of the Alpha. The hot body pressed against his back, soft skin and firm muscles. Arms wrapped around Stiles' waist to pull him close. Peter's breath tickling his ear.

"I'm gonna need so much context for what is happening here," Stiles whispered anxiously.

"We were hunting the Winter Witch together," Chris supplied, his fingers reaching for Stiles' hair to play with. "We fought her, you drained your magic and got hurt, so we sought shelter in an empty hunting cabin. And to avoid hypothermia, we decided to warm you up, baby."

That was new. Stiles hummed pleased at the new pet-name, closing his eyes and snuggling up to them again. Right. Heat-sharing. Why else would the ridiculously hot Alpha Pair end up naked in bed with Stiles? He heaved a deep sigh at that. For a moment, he had thought… But that was stupid.

"Darling, we need to talk about a few things you said yesterday," Peter whispered.

It took Stiles a couple moments to remember. When he did, his eyes widened and his breath hitched. He'd said so many stupid things yesterday when the cold had gotten to him. About how good Chris smelled and how pretty Peter was and – oh gods – he had talked about dreams of them undressing him. He squeezed his eyes shut like they couldn't see him if he didn't see them.

"You know you're not useless, right?" Chris asked, voice so gentle. "Tell us that that was just the cold getting to you. You are a powerhouse of a magic user. You worked so damn hard to become the best Emissary we could ask for. Exhausting yourself and not being able to solve everything all on your own does not make you useless, Stiles."

Blinking a couple times, Stiles looked up at the hunter in confusion. That was what they wanted to talk to him about? Not any of the horrifying things he had said about them? Peter behind him growled softly, his way of urging Stiles on to reply.

"I, uh," Stiles blinked some more, even as he was pulled back down between them by Peter. "I guess I do know that. It's just… I was the useless pack human for so long, it's sometimes a little hard to shake that feeling, it creeps up on me when I fail stuff…"

"Don't be ridiculous, you were never the useless pack human," Peter growled again, this time clearly angry. "You were always the clever one, darling. You did the research, you came up with the plans, you saw the angles other members of the pack didn't see. You have never been useless."

Stiles' heart stumbled and his cheeks warmed. He hid his face in Chris' chest to hide his blush.

"Now, wanna talk about the other things you said?" Chris' voice dropped. "About how much you wanna roll around in my scent, mh?"

Groaning, Stiles reached up to cover his face in his hands instead. "Can we at least delay this conversation until I am dressed and no longer in the middle of an Alpha Pair sandwich? Being let down gently would feel infinitely less awkward then. Please?"

"But darling," Peter whispered darkly into Stiles' ear. "We like you as the filling in an Alpha Pair sandwich. And I do so love the idea of you rolling around in our scents. You are more than welcome to go and roll around in our bed to cover yourself in our scents. Make our bed smell like you."

Stiles peeked out between his fingers, confused and hopeful. "...What?"

"Peter and I recently confronted the fact that we both want you and we've been talking about what to do about this since then. We hadn't decided yet, because we didn't know what we'd do if you chose one of us over the other, or rejected us both and were uncomfortable in our pack."

Slowly, Stiles sat up, blinking. "...What?"

Peter sat up too and leaned in, like he wanted to kiss Stiles. "We want you, darling."

And then the Alpha kissed him. And if that wasn't amazing enough, Chris kissed him right after. He really hoped this wasn't a hypothermia induced hallucination because that would suck. He grinned broadly when he settled back into the bed with his hunter and his pretty wolf.

~*~ The End ~*~


Author's note: Recently realized that I haven't written "snowed in during a mission sharing one bed for body heat reasons" yet, which is a mashup of tropes that is just So Important To Me. So here, have some Stetopher with a dash of Stiles angst ;D