Mischief Mondays Chapter 11: Stalion - Smells So Sweet, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: Smells So Sweet – Mischief Mondays Series

Tags: m/m, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, Erica Lives, Boyd Lives, Pack Feels, Spark Stiles, hurt/comfort, fluff, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, rimming, knotting

Main Pairing: Deucalion/Stiles

Side Pairings: Erica/Boyd, Kali/Ennis

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Deucalion Blackwood, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Marin Morrell, Ethan Steiner, Aiden Steiner, Kali, Ennis

Summary: Beacon Hills wasn't very interesting, until Deucalion runs into the most delicious smelling omega in a coffeeshop. Stiles seems like a worthy distraction from the dull town, until he grows attached and Stiles changes the course of what Deucalion had planned.

Smells So Sweet

Mischief Mondays Series

Deucalion and his pack had come to Beacon Hills for the Hale Alpha. They'd taken two of the Alpha's Betas and then they had painted their pack symbol onto the front-door of the Hale House. The first test, to see if the Hale Alpha would be worthy of their pack, was for him to find them. To go and try to rescue his Betas. It'd speak of the Alpha's capabilities, cunning and strength.

A week had passed without anything happening. It didn't seem like the Hale Alpha was even looking for his wayward Betas and Deucalion and his pack were growing restless. Ethan and Aiden kept themselves busy with video games, while Kali and Ennis spent most of their time fucking. Which was utterly infuriating in a shared space and with sharp werewolf noses. The main reason why he had fled the apartment today. Between the noises from the video games and those from the excessive fucking, Deucalion needed a break and fresh air. He grabbed a book and headed to a small coffeeshop to read in peace. It was in that coffeeshop that he found a much, much more worthy distraction for himself, when an omega came up behind him in line.

He was a fidgety little thing, in constant motion. It was his scent that caught Deucalion's undivided attention. As not just a Pack Alpha but an alpha, he was easily charmed by the sweet scent of an omega, but this one? It made his mouth water. Like rich, sweet honey. There was also a sharp note of ink and the most tantalizing scent of lightning during a storm. Not as delicious as the honey, but quite mesmerizing because it smelt like power. Yet the boy smelt human.

"I'll cover his tab too," Deucalion said to the barista with a smile after placing his order.

He motioned vaguely at the boy behind him, who suddenly froze up and stopped fidgeting. "Me?"

Turning toward the omega, Deucalion put on his most charming smile. "Yes, you. And, if you aren't in a rush, I would like to sit with you. Talk to you, sweet one?"

Stiles was staring completely dumbfounded at the really hot, more than twice his age (which only made the man hotter, for the record) alpha in front of him. A super charming smile on his handsome face, an expensive suit hugging his frame perfectly. He smelt like paper and wood and dark spices that left Stiles hungry. And the voice! The man had a British accent that made Stiles feel weak in the knees. His heart also skipped a beat at sweet one. Nobody used cute petnames for him, he was just Stiles. But here was this whole package of an alpha calling him cute names? Holy shit.

"Okay," Stiles croaked out when the alpha and the barista kept regarding him. "Yeah."

Well, the alpha was turned toward him. But between the black, heavy sunglasses on his nose and the cane in his hand, Stiles could tell that the handsome alpha was blind. With a pleased smile did the alpha fold his cane and grab his own coffee, holding out his arm for Stiles. Once Stiles placed and received his own order – and if the handsome alpha was paying and Stiles was actually gonna sit down for his coffee, then he was also taking a pastry – Stiles took the arm.

"Lead the way to a table, sweet one."

"Stiles," Stiles offered awkwardly, even as he obeyed. "My name. It's Stiles."

"Mh," the alpha made a pleased noise. "I'm Deucalion, it's a pleasure to meet you, Stiles."

The way he said pleasure gave Stiles a full-body shudder. He headed over to the table in the farthest corner and then strategically positioned himself to sit with his back to the counter. Just in case, because he knew some of the deputies came here for their morning coffee. Plus, there was nobody else sitting on any of the tables near by so Stiles and the handsome alpha – Deucalion – would have some privacy for… whatever this was. Why would someone like Deucalion want to sit with him?

"I'm sixteen," Stiles blurted out as soon as he sat down. "Just. I don't. I'm probably mistaken here but I feel like you may be hitting on me and uh you should know that I'm sixteen."

"You are not mistaken, Stiles," Deucalion smiled, wicked and hungry. "And that is quite fine."

It was more than fine. Deucalion didn't care for human laws, but by werewolf standards, sixteen was old enough to consent to the Bite and to sex. So that was all that mattered. He was not going to leave this coffeeshop without the sweet, delicious omega. Reaching out, he rested a hand on Stiles' forearm, very slowly and deliberately running his hand down it until it rested on top of Stiles'.

"Oh," Stiles' voice pitched and his heartbeat picked up. "Why? I mean. I'm not… Why me?"

Deucalion tilted his head, confused by the question. "I want to talk to you, get to know you."

Stiles blinked doe-eyed and took a bite from his pastry. Oh, that was good. That was really good. He should get more pastries here, usually he only got a coffee on his way to the library. And he hadn't realized how hungry he was either. Maybe he should consider breakfast too. At the sweet strawberry taste on his tongue, he couldn't help the soft moan that escaped him. He startled at the dark growl coming from the alpha opposite him and startled even more at the raw hunger on Deucalion's face.

"I want you to enjoy your sweet treat and then I want to enjoy mine."

Deucalion leaned forward, a smirk on his lips, his fingers encircling Stiles' wrist. Stiles swallowed hard, unsure what to do with that. But surely he was misunderstanding this, right? The alpha was probably just talking about getting breakfast at home, not about Stiles, but Stiles' quick mind ran away with it. Imagined the alpha crowding him against a wall and kissing him senseless. His face flushed when he felt himself grow just a little wet with slick and a little hard. And then he jolted in his seat, because this time, Deucalion's growl was accompanied with a red flash through the sunglasses. Not just an alpha but an Alpha, a werewolf. Stiles' eyes widened, his breath hitching.

"You tease," Deucalion growled delighted, nostrils flaring as he licked his lips. "I do apologize, I usually have better control. You tempt me, little one. Please, let me explain before you run off."

His grip on Stiles' wrist tightened, not enough to bruise but enough to not let Stiles go, especially considering the supernatural werewolf strength Stiles now knew he had. "You're a werewolf."

This time, it was Deucalion's turn to look surprised. "You know about werewolves. Well, that makes this far easier. And potentially far more pleasurable too. I don't know where your mind just went, but I can smell the sweet, delicious scent of it. It makes me want to devour you."

"Devour me, huh?" Stiles bit his lip, heart rabbit-fast in excitement and anticipation. "H… How?"

Deucalion gave a deep, rich laugh at that, his thumb running gentle circles over Stiles' pulse. "I want to spread you out on my sheets and eat you out, nice and slow. Open you up with my tongue until you're begging for my cock and only when you're begging me for it, only then will I fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

To Deucalion's surprise did he get a startled laugh from the boy at the end. Not the reaction he'd expected. The heightened scent of arousal and slick he could smell? Yes. The laughter? No.

"That's not gonna be too much of a challenge, not like there's anything to compare to."

Stiles' mouth clicked shut with a horrified look on his face as he realized what he'd just blurted out. But all Deucalion did was sit tensely for a few seconds, before giving the deepest, most possessive growl that had even the other customers tense. It was accompanied by another flash of red eyes and holy shit, Stiles must really be getting to this Alpha werewolf if he kept losing control.

"I would truly hate to leave this shop without you," Deucalion admitted, lifting Stiles' hand up to bring it to his lips. "If you taste even half as delicious as you smell, my sweet…"

Stiles' heart was hammering in his chest. This very hot alpha wanted him. This Alpha werewolf wanted to take him apart and fuck him. He could lose his virginity to a sophisticated older man. A man he had only just met and who was a foreign Alpha on their territory and he really should not even be considering that, but holy fuck this man was hotter than sin and wanted Stiles.

/break\

Stiles gasped, the air knocked out of him as he was thrown onto the mattress. The apartment was pretty, not overly personal but looked rather expensively decorated, what little he'd seen when Deucalion had herded him into the Alpha's bedroom. Their clothes were flying in moments, kicked out of the way and then the Alpha used his strength to just throw Stiles onto the bed, which, holy shit Stiles needed to be manhandled by the werewolf more.

"Okay, darling, I need you to put that pillow under your hips, knees apart, and relax, yes?"

At first, Stiles nodded, before he remembered that his partner was blind and couldn't see the desperate and frantic nodding he was doing. "Yes. Yeah. I can do that. Yeah."

He knelt on all four, putting one of the plush pillows under his hip and laying his chest and face onto the bed. Ass up, knees set apart to allow the alpha access, which was, again, holy shit. A tender hand ran down his spine, surprisingly soothing and gentle.

"Relax, sweet boy," Deucalion instructed, trailing kisses down Stiles' spine. "Calm. I will not do anything you won't want, love. If you tell me to stop, I will back off. If I go too fast, tell me to slow down. You are in control, darling, do you understand that?"

Taking a slow, shaky breath, Stiles nodded again. "Okay. Yeah. Thank… Thank you."

That really did help reassure him. Another deep breath, this one more steady, and then the wolf behind him seemed to deem him relaxed enough. Still, he yelped a little when Deucalion pulled his cheeks apart and the cold air of the room hit his sensitive hole, leaving him so utterly exposed and at an Alpha werewolf's mercy and okay why did he just grow harder at that thought. There was definitely something very wrong with him because that severely turned him on.

"There's a good boy," Deucalion purred pleased, squeezing Stiles' ass.

The most needy whimper escaped Stiles and he didn't know what to do with that. But Deucalion chuckled and seemed pleased by it too, so Stiles was a bit comforted. A kiss was placed on his left ass-cheek, making him blush, before the alpha seriously dove in and lapped at his hole. Broad, wet, strong tongue pressing against a part of Stiles that had never been touched by anyone but him. He howled out at the sensation, bucking up. Deucalion laughed at his reaction.

"Eager little thing, aren't you?" Deucalion murmured. "Such a perfect little omega."

Another whimper at that and Stiles went back down onto the bed, near boneless from the compliments and praise alone. And then the tongue was back, licking and lapping like Stiles was the most delicious ice-cream on the hottest California summer day. Stiles was achingly hard by the time the tongue first pressed into him, prodding ever so softly. His toes curled and he started rutting against the pillow beneath him, desperate for friction. The hands on his hips tightened.

"No, you don't," Deucalion growled, nipping his thigh. "You will come, but you will only come on my knot, sweet thing. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Alpha," Stiles gasped out with a soft whine.

The Alpha's voice turned back to a content rumble, pleased by his omega's submission. What a delicious little treat Deucalion had found himself there. Not just his scent and taste. Licking his lips, Deucalion returned to his task at hand. The omega's slick did taste even better than he smelt, which was a pleasant and seemingly impossible surprise to Deucalion. He was hungry, greedy, feeling like a starved man finally put before a good meal as he ate his chosen one out. Every whine and whimper, every horny moan, it all made him more eager to please the omega.

"Ple—ease," Stiles whined, trying to buck his hips again, but Deucalion's grip on his waist kept him from it. "If I don't come, I'll definitely die, you need to let me come, please?"

"You won't die, sweet one," Deucalion chuckled amused. "You heard what I said earlier, right?"

"Then knot me," Stiles groaned, face buried in the pillow. "I need to come."

"Ask nicely for it, like a good little omega," Deucalion prompted.

He returned his attention to Stiles' hole, gently nipping at the ring of muscles and sucking the sweet slick his omega kept granting him. Stiles whimpered, a beautifully broken and desperate noise. It made Deucalion desperate to hear every single noise his sweet omega could make for him.

"Ple—ease," Stiles mewled, fingers clawed into the blanket. "Please, alpha… I need your knot, please fuck me, I've been waiting so, so long to get knotted by an alpha, to get fucked by an alpha, please just take my virginity, Alpha."

Deucalion couldn't tell which one got to him the most. The little mewling, the beautiful begging for his cock and knot, the reminder that Deucalion was Stiles' first (and only, his possessive wolf growled in the back of his mind), or the way Stiles had switched from 'alpha' to 'Alpha'. With a dark growl did Deucalion sit up behind the boy, pressing up against him. His hard cock rubbing along the omega's slick-wet crack, pushing against Stiles' hole.

"I'm going to ruin you for any other alpha," Deucalion promised, bending over the boy's back.

He placed possessive kisses along Stiles' shoulders, biting – with his human teeth, not to draw blood or turn, but to mark up, to bruise and leave signs of their love making, let other alphas know that this was his omega. His cock pushed in slowly, the wet hole around him loose enough to let him in easily but still perfectly tight around him. He gave a constant, dark rumble of pleasure, pushing more and more into the pliant, eager body beneath him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Stiles gasped, tensing.

Deucalion paused near immediately, kissing Stiles just behind the ear. "Do you need me to stop?"

"No, I am going to shoot you if you stop," Stiles growled. "I need more. This feels so good, holy shit, I didn't think this would feel that good, please, Alpha, I need you."

And for the third time, Deucalion flashed his eyes unintentionally. There was just something about this alluring omega that left his wolf too close to the surface, clawing to get out, to dig his fangs into the boy and claim him. With a snarl did he suppress that urge. He was not going to claim a mate without their consent, he was not to be controlled by his wolf.

"So good for me, sweet one," Deucalion praised, kissing the back of Stiles' neck. "So good."

He took a moment to appreciate the feeling of Stiles gripping his cock so tightly once he was fully seated inside the omega, until the insistent whines from Stiles got more demanding. And then he started moving, dragging out slowly and sinking in again in a hard thrust. Every time he hit his omega's prostate did he get the prettiest, greediest sounds from Stiles. The feeling of Stiles squeezing down tight around him soon caused his knot to form. Every time the swollen part forced its way into the omega's hole and pulled out again, Stiles keened in a needy way.

"I'm going to knot you soon, sweetness," Deucalion murmured, nibbling Stiles' throat. "And since you are being such a good little omega for your alpha, you're allowed to come on my knot."

"Thank you, alpha," Stiles whimpered, bucking back at him.

So well-trained already. Deucalion growled pleased and sucked harder on the boy's throat. The throat was readily bared by Stiles for better access and Deucalion found himself even more pleased. His fingers wrapped around Stiles' cock, caressing it teasingly while forcing his knot in and rutting into the omega while the knot swelled to its full size. As if on cue did Stiles come hard the moment the knot fully caught and sealed them together. Stiles' muscles tightened around him, milking him for his cum and making him come just as hard, filling his omega. With a low, soft rumble in his chest did Deucalion carefully ease them both down onto the bed, Stiles' back against his chest.

"How was that for a first time, little omega?" Deucalion asked teasingly.

"I feel positively ruined for all other alphas," Stiles offered in jest.

He may be joking, but Deucalion? Deucalion was very serious. Now that he had his omega pressed against his side, sated and blissful, the scent of their orgasms mingling and the taste of the omega's slick still heavy and sweet on his tongue, Deucalion knew he was going to claim Stiles.

/break\

For the following week, Stiles saw Deuc every single day. Three of those ended with them in Deuc's bed, having hot and hard sex and trying new positions and fun things. Deuc had sucked him off, he had sucked Deuc off, heck, just now, Stiles had ridden Deuc's dick like a cowboy a wild horse and it was fucking amazing. What was even more amazing though were the times that didn't end in sex, because Stiles could somewhat understand an alpha wanting to fuck him, especially a werewolf to whom Stiles' scent was apparently like catnip. But the first day, they had just sat at the coffeeshop and actually talked. Wednesday, Deuc invited him out to the diner for burgers and fries.

Even when Stiles started rambling for minutes on end, Deucalion wouldn't interrupt him, just listen to him with a pleased expression on his face. The first time it had happened, Stiles cut himself off mid-word and apologized for the word-vomit, just for Deucalion to growl, take his hand and reassure him that the Alpha enjoyed listening to him, loved the sound of his voice, loved how happy he smelt when he talked enthusiastically about something he was passionate for. Nobody had ever said anything like this and it somehow meant so much more than all the fucking.

Not even his dad or Scott encouraged him to talk more. They endured his rambling, to a certain degree, but Stiles could always tell when he started testing their patience. Not that either of them had a lot of time for him these days anyway… After what Matt had done at the station, they were so understaffed that his dad took extra shift after extra shift, barely at home and if he was, he either tried to get some sleep and rest or he… drank. Because of the dead among his friends and coworkers, because he felt so lost with all the supernatural he knew nothing about, and because of his son's lies. And Scott? After the Gerard take-down, he seemed even more obsessed with Allison, trying to win her back and comfort her about the losses in her family. Or he spent time with Isaac.

"Sweetheart," Deucalion growled in concern. "What are you thinking about?"

His hand that was running over Stiles' ribs paused. Stiles stilled too, heaving a sigh. Damn werewolves and their stupidly sensitive noses that could always tell emotions. Snuggling back into Deucalion, he sought the Alpha's warmth and maybe even his protection.

"Nothing, just…" Stiles sighed. "You're kind of the only person I'm spending time with these days. And I like it! I like spending time with you, but I guess I just realized that I'm… kinda lonely…"

"How come?" Deucalion tilted his head. "Every day when I meet you at the coffeeshop, you are in so early. And aside from that first time, when you allowed me to seduce you, you always run off somewhere to do something. I assumed you were meeting your friends, enjoying your summer…"

Stiles' lips twisted and he tilted his head back against his alpha's shoulder. "Nope. The only friend I have is too busy with a shiny new friend and with his relationship drama. I run off to the library to work in peace, trying to find… I guess… my only other two… I don't know. We weren't really friends, were we? But we're something, something like nothing I felt before. Pack? Pack."

At these words, Deucalion tensed. "Pack? You… You're in a pack? I'm aware you know about werewolves, but you don't… smell like any wolves, aside from me."

The reminder made Stiles flinch, because he was knew that it'd been a while since Scott had any time to hang out, or since Derek had actually talked to him, but that another wolf – another Alpha – couldn't even smell them on him? That felt pretty shitty…

"No," Stiles swallowed hard. "I guess I'm not. But I… was. And then something happened, big misunderstanding of sorts honestly, but yeah I guess my former Alpha kinda… he's been keeping me at arm's length because of something my best friend did and since we're always ScottAndStiles, he just… assumed that I had been in on it. Which I hadn't. But I guess that doesn't matter. And Scott, well, girl problems and new shiny best friend, as I just mentioned. Said new shiny best friend is the only other Beta in the 'pack'… which, at this point, is a very loose term, because the other two? They ran away. But they're… I don't know where I stand with the rest of the pack, but what I shared with them was… deep, and they're pack, to me anyway."

Deucalion's touch was gentle as he caressed Stiles' stomach. "What… did you share with them?"

A stretch of silence in which Stiles contemplated what to say. He had never told anyone. Couldn't tell his dad without revealing the supernatural. Hadn't been able to talk to Derek or Isaac. And Boyd and Erica were gone, disappeared, he was still trying to track them down…

"So there was a hunter in town, a bit before you came," Stiles started tensely. "He took them, strung them up on electricity and tortured them. He… took me too. Beat me up pretty badly. Yeah, the flinching I do when you touch my right side, that's a couple bruised ribs. We shared that. They tried to draw his attention away from me when he started kicking me in the head. I tried to get them down and got electroshocked for it. He let me go first, but I couldn't… I couldn't get them out and they have been gone since then, they… I don't know where they are, if they're alive and made it out and just… ran away together to be happy, or if Gerard killed them…"

Gerard. Deucalion froze at that one word. He'd noticed parts of his boy were tender. The second time he had taken Stiles, the boy had whimpered in pain and flinched when Deucalion touched his ribs the wrong way. Stiles had refused to talk about it, had threatened to leave if Deucalion didn't drop it, so he had, unwillingly so. Gerard Argent had tortured Deucalion's omega. His arms around Stiles' waist tightened, mindful of the injuries, but quite possessive.

/break\

Kali glared at their Alpha as her and her mate accompanied him to the vault. Three weeks in Beacon Hills, entirely pointless so far (aside from all the new surfaces in their new apartment that her and Ennis had gotten to break in). The two Hale Betas sat huddled together in a corner, the young alpha having his arms wrapped around his omega, holding her close. They were unharmed, per Deucalion's orders; for now they were just a means to test the Hale Alpha (who was failing spectacularly due to inattentiveness. He didn't even seem to be looking for them).

"What do you want," the boy growled, trying to put himself between them and his mate.

"We're letting you go," Deucalion smiled, all teeth. "I have come across very interesting information that plays in your favor. You aren't Hale's Betas anymore, which makes you of no interest in theory. However, I learned that you are pack members of someone… very dear to me. Which will pay off for you. Now, come. Ennis is going to cook you dinner at our place and we talk about the fact that you two seem to be looking for a new pack. And we happen to be a pack."

Kali heaved a sigh, only Ennis' hand in hers stopped her from actively rolling her eyes. The idea was a simple one; train the Betas, see their potential and if they proved worthy, track down two Alphas for them to kill to make them part of their pack. All to court Deuc's little plaything.

/break\

Stiles was nervous when he entered the apartment to loud conversations. The pack had always been absent when Deucalion invited him over, but apparently, Deuc wanted him to meet them. And it made Stiles impossibly nervous. The door opened and he was greeted by his alpha, who smiled and kissed him softly before pulling him inside. There was a tall, broad bald guy with a pretty lady with scary toe-nails on his lap, next to them a set of identical twins, Stiles' guidance counselor and… Boyd and Erica. That was a wild line-up and Stiles didn't know how to comprehend it.

"Batman!" Erica yelped and ran over to hug him tightly. "You're alright!"

Boyd followed at a slower pace and also pulled Stiles into a hug. Holy shit. They were safe. They were alright. They were right here. Why were they right here? Stiles frowned and hugged them.

"Why are you here? How do you know Deuc? What is Miss Morrell doing here?"

"Hello, Stiles," Miss Morrell greeted him amused. "I'm Deucalion's Emissary. A magical adviser and ambassador for a pack. I came here before the rest of the pack, to assess the situation."

"...Why?" Stiles narrowed his eyes and turned toward Deucalion. "Why, exactly, are you here?"

Deucalion's smile was actually infuriating. "We're not a normal pack, sweetheart. We're an Alpha Pack. A pack made up entirely of Alphas. And we came here to recruit the current Hale Alpha, because I have a long history with the Hale Pack. However, after what you told me of the current Hale Alpha – who let his Betas run off and didn't go after them, who let you get away and doesn't seem to notice what a clear asset to any pack you are, my dear – I changed my mind."

"You… did? How? What?" Stiles frowned, but he still clung onto Erica and Boyd. "Explain them."

Ennis chuckled, but when Deucalion turned into his direction with a stern glare, he pulled Kali more in front of himself to hide behind his mate. This was very funny though. Deucalion was so damn smitten with the little omega, he was ready to invite two Betas into their pack, just because having them in the pack may sway the little omega into also joining them. In all the years he'd known Deucalion, he had never seen the alpha this desperate.

"We… took them," Deucalion admitted reluctantly. "As a test for the Hale Alpha. Yes, we kept them captive, but we did keep them well-fed, hydrated and uninjured. Which, judging by the questionable training methods they told us that their former Alpha employed, is more than he did. It's been three weeks now and the Hale Alpha is still not looking, so I am considering this – and him – a failure anyway. However, since they mean something to you, dearest, I have a proposal for them."

"What… kind of proposal?" Stiles asked warily, holding both wolves protectively.

"I'd like to know why he's calling you sweetheart and dearest?" Erica asked, turning toward Stiles.

"Uhm," Stiles blushed furiously. "He's kind of my boyfriend? I mean, I don't know, we haven't really put a label on it but it's been two weeks and we spent like every day together and yeah."

"Boyfriend," Ethan snickered. "Deucalion has a boyfriend."

Deucalion growled, causing both twins to stop snickering and laughing. "My proposal is for them two to join our pack. We will train them, teach them how to be a werewolf, how to control their instincts, how to use their strength. And if they prove worthy of our pack, we will find them two Alphas to kill so they can fully join our pack."

"Kill an Alpha," Erica choked on her words in surprise.

"It's not that hard," Stiles patted her back absentmindedly. "I killed an Alpha before too."

"You what," Aiden stared stunned at the lanky, awkward teen human.

"Yeah, that's how Derek became an Alpha," Stiles shrugged, tilting his head. "Okay, but, how did Boyd and Erica go from your hostages to your potential pack-mates."

"He's fucking adorable," Ennis muttered amused, before raising his voice. "You. Our Alpha is so smitten with you that he's willing to invite Betas into our pack to have you."

Stiles just stared blankly at Deucalion at these words. "To… have me?"

"I would like to court you," Deucalion inclined his head. "I want you as my mate, Stiles. Do you think an Alpha, and I am not just any Alpha, I am the Alpha of Alphas, would spend every day with an omega just for sex? You are magnificent, darling, and I want you to be mine. The people in this town, in the local pack, do not appreciate you enough. I would appreciate you. Cherish you."

Stiles swallowed hard, his heart hammering in his chest. But his eyes landed on the two Betas in his arms, who had apparently been hostages until now. His boyfriend was an Alpha of a whole pack of Alphas and he'd come to get Derek to join his pack? It was all a little much.

"I need time," Stiles stated. "I'm taking Erica and Boyd home to their families, who have been missing them and looking for them, and then I'll talk to the two. Alone."

/break\

Three days was the longest Stiles had gone without seeing Deucalion so far and that alone was wild. But he had needed the time to think it all through and also to talk it all through with Erica and Boyd, who were clinging onto each other so hard. Mates. Apparently, their little basement stay had forged a very different bond between the two and in the three weeks of captivity, they had bonded.

"And you're sure about this?" Stiles asked, looking at Erica.

She shrugged, holding Stiles' and Boyd's hands in her own. "They… didn't hurt us. Ethan and Aiden often just sat with us and talked, honestly. It wasn't… Being their hostages wasn't even as bad as Derek's training? So yeah, if they wanna actually train us? And make us Alphas? Give us the strength to fight back and no longer be afraid, the way the Argents made me afraid? Yeah."

"Besides," Boyd's voice was a rumble. "You're in love with their Alpha. Which became plain to see in the past three days, Stiles. You smell miserable, you miss him. You love him. And… I think that a man you're capable of loving can't be that bad?"

Stiles ducked his head at that, flustered and a little embarrassed. He was in love with Deuc, but he hadn't thought anyone would be able to tell. Then again, there really was some kind of bond between the three of them, he wasn't the only one who could feel it. He'd been searching for Boyd and Erica, desperate and thinking this was all in his head, but it wasn't.

"You came back," Deucalion looked pleased as he opened them the door.

Stiles ducked his head and blushed again when Deucalion started scent-marking him. Possessive alpha. Biting his lips, Stiles leaned up and stole a quick kiss, which earned him a pleased noise from Deuc. The 'Alpha of Alphas' led them inside where the rest of his pack were waiting.

"Okay, so. Conditions," Stiles stated firmly once Deucalion was seated with the other Alphas. "I oversee any and all of their training. You did kidnap them and that's fucked up, so I'll deem your behavior toward Boyd and Erica appropriate or inappropriate."

Deucalion smiled, smug and proud. "Your condition is acceptable."

"That's only the first condition. I said conditions," Stiles crossed his arms. "Second condition is that your Emissary is going to train me how to use my magic."

"Your what," Deucalion asked surprised, accompanied by his pack.

Stiles shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah. I'm a Spark, whatever that is. Which, I hope she can teach me too. I also want transparency, because our druid is… cryptic. And your own… lies of omission, with the Betas you kept locked away. Truth, Deuc. If you want to court me, I demand honesty."

"A Spark," Deucalion's eyes flashed red as he stood and pulled Stiles against his chest. "My magnificent little omega, I knew there was something powerful and special about you. Yes, dear."

He was tired of being pushed around and lied to. Deaton refused to explain, well, now a new druid was in town and Stiles? Stiles was going to learn all about his magic now. A broad grin spread over Stiles' lips and he threw his arms around Deucalion's neck to pull him into a deep kiss.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: Am I gonna write a dozen "Deucalion rolls into town with A PLAN but then Stiles fully hijacks that" fics? Most likely. Yes.

The interesting thing about this ship is that I realize just how much I rely on visual cues when I write attraction and desire and Deuc is making me find new angles for it. Which is really exciting, I mean I am over a thousand fics in and am exploring themes I written countless times with fresh eyes. Or, well, without eyes in mind. "Their Little Red" took sound into the focus of Deuc's attraction to Stiles, his voice and the way enthusiasm colored it, "The Scent of Mine" focused on scent as the trigger, and though smell started this all, the focus of this fic was taste. Next up: Touch! I do enjoy taking the senses apart first and focusing more on each individually before I decide which aspects I enjoy the most

But yeah1 I am having a blast with this ship! If you're having fun with my take on it, let me know in the comments ;)