Phoe's Friday Ficlets Chapter 16: Stetopher: Mission in the Jungle, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: Mission in the Jungle – Friday Ficlets Series

Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, possessive/protective

Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles

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

Drag Queens: Krystaline Starshine, Cherry Popping, Trixie Twilight, Divina 'DiDi' Diamondust

Summary: There is a demon in Beacon Hills that feeds off pleasure. The pack splits up to all sources of entertainment and joy. Stiles ends up paired with Chris and Peter at the Jungle.

Mission in the Jungle

Friday Ficlets Series

There was a demon loose in Beacon Hills. Because of course there was. It took them some to figure out that it fed off of pleasure. Everyone's minds immediately went into the gutter at that, causing Stiles to roll his eyes. There were many types of pleasure. The simple pleasure of a good meal, watching a sunset, and so on. Which meant they had a lot of potential targets for the demon. It sucked out all the good feelings, leaving its victims in an absent state of mind. The research Stiles, Peter, Lydia and Kira had done had shown that the victims should regain full consciousness again once the demon would be vanquished. Which meant the pack had to find the demon.

They split up into teams of three to check as many possible locations and find the demon. Allison, Kira and Lydia had gone to the ballet, where a guest company was currently showing Swan Lake. Jackson, Derek and Boyd were at the theater. Malia, Cora and Erica had taken the lake, where everyone was going to enjoy a cool down and the beautiful sunset at this hour. Parrish, Isaac and Scott were at the cinema. And somehow, Stiles had ended up at the Jungle, with Chris and Peter.

Stiles had volunteered for the Jungle, because out of everyone in the pack, he had the most contacts in the club – he'd been friends with the local Drag Queens for the past year now, had invited them to Lydia's birthday and never lost contact with them. He could ask them if they'd seen anything irregular lately, so he'd volunteered. He just didn't know why Chris and Peter chose to come.

Neither of them were exactly the clubbing type. He would have expected Kira and Malia to come with him, the couple loved going to dance (but then that was why Peter had vetoed them; he didn't want to risk his daughter becoming a victim because she was having too much fun with her mate).

"You look so uncomfortable," Stiles noted with a grin, looking Chris up and down.

He looked smoking hot, in the very tight jeans and the gray henley that showed off his impressive chest. Next to him, Peter had put in a bit more effort, with the black slacks and a dark-red button-down shirt that was opened at least three buttons too far, his hair slicked back. The couple looked unfairly hot. Stiles had been individually attracted to them even before they got together, but ever since Chris and Peter started dating, it felt like Stiles' biggest temptation. Especially when the two would kiss or make out. It was the single hottest thing Stiles had ever seen.

"You on the other hand look…" Peter trailed off, his eyes dragging over Stiles.

Stiles looked ready to be eaten by the big, bad wolf. He was wearing a red crop-top that said Lil Red in white font and that showed off his hip-bones in a way that made Peter want to grab those hips, hold onto him by them to drag Stiles close and kiss him until the boy was breathless. Those jeans shorts were ridiculous, leaving those long, pale legs bare. It was so easy to imagine leaving hand-prints on those creamy thighs, prying them apart. Peter licked his lips, hunger filling his belly.

"Ridiculous, I know," Stiles ducked his head, a sheepish look on his face. "Shouldn't have let Erica dress me, but you try to argue with her and Lydia when they team up."

"You look good, Stiles," Chris assured him, resting a hand on Stiles' shoulder. "Really good."

And that was putting it mildly. Chris swallowed hard, swallowing all the things he wanted to say and wanted to do to that boy. Wanted to pin Stiles against Peter's chest and ravish him. His eyes darkened as he looked the boy up and down again. Erica was a menace for this one.

"Now, I believe you had contacts in the club that we were meant to talk to," Peter spoke slowly.

He also effectively held all of his jealousy back. They knew Stiles was bisexual and they knew he frequented the club – often went with Danny and even Jackson and Erica, with Kira and Malia, sometimes the straight members of the pack came along too. But friends he had here could mean a potential boyfriend or girlfriend. The thought of Stiles with someone who wasn't Chris or Peter? It made Peter want to growl and sink his claws into whoever was trying to take their boy away. Which was unreasonable and uncalled for (according to Christopher), since they had no claim on Stiles. Well, that was hardly Peter's fault though, if he got the say, they would have claimed Stiles months ago, but Christopher and his pesky morals demanded they'd wait until the boy turned eighteen.

"C'mon. And you're staying with me," Stiles grinned, leading Peter and Chris inside.

They barely made it toward the dance floor when a group of screeching people blocked the way and attached themselves to Stiles. Both Peter and Chris tensed, reflexively ready to defend and protect their boy from a potential attack. Stiles just laughed as he was hugged and peppered with kisses, his cheeks getting pinched by the four people.

"Girls, girls, please, let me breath," Stiles huffed, shoving one of them a little.

"Mh, what kind of delicious treats did you bring us there, duckie?"

The shortest of the four ran her eyes up and down Chris and Peter, until Chris grew a little uncomfortable with the attention, an adorable blush coloring his cheeks. The one right next to her made a hungry noise and leaned forward, eyes burning into Chris'.

"Down, girls," Stiles hissed. "These are not for you. God, you're thirsty, Cherry."

"Thirsty and hungry," Cherry offered delighted. "I could go for a DILF sandwich."

"Guess you'll go hungry then," Stiles put himself between them. "Chris, Peter, these are my friends, Cherry Popping, Trixie Twilight, Divina Diamondust and Krystaline Starshine. Girls, Chris and Peter, who are not up for grabs. They are very much taken."

"Oh good for you, duckie!" Krystaline smiled, throwing her frizzy blonde hair back before looking Chris and Peter up. "So these are your infamous men, mh? Yummy, indeed."

"Not mine," Stiles was beet-red and embarrassed. "They are taken with each other."

Chris and Peter were still processing this entire exchange, while Stiles slipped into a short, casual conversation with the four Drag Queens. So these were Stiles' friends he had been talking about. Chris thought he'd heard from Allison about this, that Stiles had invited a fun group of Drag Queens to Lydia's birthday months ago. Judging by their interactions with Stiles, none of them were an actual threat to them when it came to Stiles; they seemed hornier for Chris and Peter, if anything.

"Okay, so," Stiles regarded the four. "I was wondering if anything suspicious or weird had happened lately."

"Suspicious or weird in the 'creep preying on young club goers' way or in the 'killer lizard paralyzing club goers' way?" Krystaline asked with one raised eyebrow.

"...More the latter," Stiles heaved a sigh while Peter and Chris tensed, so he turned on them. "That one was kinda hard to cover up. Many people saw. Many people in this town know."

So that was why Stiles had been so sure his friends could help. Both Peter and Chris felt themselves relax a little at that. Peter watched their boy with fond admiration. That was his clever boy.

"Well, there were some strange coma cases," Trixie mused, one hand on her hip. "But we all assumed it were just overdoses. So you're saying it's something supernatural again?"

"Afraid so," Stiles heaved a sigh. "Okay. If you see or hear anything, text me?"

"Of course, duckie," Krystaline leaned in to kiss his cheeks left and right. "Stay safe, sweetie."

She winked at Stiles and the four Drag Queens walked off giggling to themselves. Stiles slumped a little and heaved a sigh. They'd cracked the demon's pattern and knew it was going to strike again tonight. Rolling his head slowly, Stiles headed over to the bar, his men following him. Well. They weren't his, but a boy was allowed to dream, right? His thoughts were free.

"So, what do we do?" Chris asked, once their drinks arrived.

Stiles emptied half his coke – no rum, because of course did Chris glare sternly and make sure he wasn't underage drinking. Chris was nursing a beer and Peter a whiskey.

"Well. You can sit here and look uncomfortable. I'm going dancing," Stiles declared. "We have to waste time and we shouldn't look suspicious doing so, so I'm having fun."

He grinned at them and then went onto the dance floor. Chris turned so he could watch. For someone flailing as much as Stiles, he was surprisingly graceful when dancing. His movements were fluent and enchanting. Chris' eyes darkened as he watched their boy. Peter made a sound close to a purr as he leaned into Chris, eyes also on Stiles.

"Can you imagine how beautifully he'd be moving between us?" Peter whispered lowly. "Can you imagine? Just like that, but with… decidedly less clothes. Arching into us…"

Chris gave a warning growl to shut his wolf up. Stiles threw his hands up, running his fingers through his hair. It was longer now, he had grown the buzzcut out and it looked so good on him. By now, it had a good enough length that one could curl their fingers in it and tug.

"So duckie claims you're not his men but that sounded very much like you want our duckie as the filling in a DILF sandwich yourselves," Cherry slid into the seat next to Peter.

"As yummy as you are," Divina took a seat on Chris' other side. "If either of you hurt our duckie, we will cut you up and make sure they'll find parts of you for months to come."

"We have no intention of hurting your duckie," Chris muttered, emptying his beer.

"Well, you're doing a stellar job at it for having no intention of doing it," Krystaline put herself in their line of sight, blocking Stiles from their view. "You think this is good for him? You two, being here, looking like you do, talking about him like that but not doing anything about it? Letting him pine from afar and miss out on opportunities with guys who are willing to do something?"

"All due respect, this is none of your business," Chris' voice darkened in warning.

Krystaline raised one unimpressed eyebrow and poked Chris' chest with a sharp, well-manicured nail. "All due respect, it absolutely is when it hurts our duckie. You know why we call him that? Because he was like a baby duckling when he first wandered in here. A beautiful young swan in the making, but everyone around him made him believe he was an ugly duckling. We helped make him see the swan he can become. You think you men pretending you don't want him is helping his self-esteem any? You think he deserves that? You two being happy with each other, leaving him lonely and alone?"

Peter tensed at that and furrowed his brows. He knew Stiles had some self-esteem issues, had heard about how desperate Stiles had been for Danny's approval when he'd first figured out his bisexuality, he tended to compare himself to all of the wolves in his pack, without seeing his own appeal and beauty. Heaving a sigh, Peter turned to watch Stiles. A guy was dancing up to Stiles and, with a bright smile on his lips, Stiles started dancing with him. Jealousy burned in Peter's gut.

"He deserves a partner his own age," Chris muttered, ordering another beer. "You people can see the obvious age difference, can you? Think this is a good idea for a teenager?"

"Oh please, that boy is more mature than most adults I met," Divina snorted, her eyes softening as she looked at Stiles. "He's been more mature than most adults I know when he was eight years old and stepped up in the household after his momma died. Everyone at the station tried to help, but the sheriff was good at hiding his alcoholism and Mischief never asked for help even back then."

Mischief. Chris raised an eyebrow. He'd heard, through Stiles and Allison's long evenings of bonding over their dead moms, that this was what his mom used to call him. He had also heard about the sheriff's alcoholism that way. So Divina was affiliated with the station, then.

"He doesn't need you to keep him safe from his own desires. That boy knows what he wants," Trixie threw out, stealing Peter's drink. "He needs someone on his side. So either be on his side, or actually step away and let him move on so he can find someone who will."

Peter was ready to argue with her, but he couldn't find anything to say. He was saved from trying by Stiles' voice on the dance-floor. The wolf's head snapped over, eyes narrowing at the boy and his dance partner, whose hands were now on Stiles' waist, pulling him closer against his chest.

"Ah, thanks but no," Stiles laughed awkwardly, pushing against the guy's chest.

Instead of letting go of Stiles though, one of the guy's hands slipped from Stiles' waist toward his ass. Peter's eyes flashed blue and he snarled. The last thing he heard when he headed over were Cherry's surprised gasp and Trixie's whispered Oh, the pretty one is a werewolf, duckie could have mentioned that. Peter didn't care to focus on that though because he was too busy catching the guy's wrist, squeezing so tight, the man gave a pained noise as Peter twisted his arm back.

"I believe he said no," Peter growled darkly.

Chris was close behind him and as soon as Peter had the guy's arm twisted, Chris pulled Stiles against his chest, arms around their boy's waist. Big honey-whiskey eyes blinked at them in surprise and they widened even more when he saw how close the wolf was to the surface.

"Peter, it's okay, we were just dancing," Stiles yelped. "Calm down, I'm fine."

"He touched you," Chris' own growl was no less animalistic than Peter's.

"Wha…" Stiles' eyes ping-ponged between them. "Okay. Guys. I'm fine. Look at me. I'm fine."

He reached out for Peter, grabbing his biceps. The wolf inside Peter settled a little when he looked at their boy, safely tucked in Chris' arms. Breathing slowly, Peter reigned it in and reluctantly let the man go, though he gave the stranger a harsh shove away from Stiles.

"Touch him again, I'm breaking your arm," Peter warned with a snarl.

"Oka—ay," Stiles stared at him startled and then noticed that Chris hadn't let go of him.

Maybe Stiles' friends had a point. Peter stepped up in front of Stiles, gently taking Stiles' arms to lay them around his own neck and smiling at their boy. Chris' grip eased just a little.

"How about you dance with us, darling?" Peter whispered seductively into Stiles' ear.

"I don't need a pity dance just because someone was being a bigger creep than you."

"Not pity, baby," Chris murmured, beard scratching along the span of Stiles' neck, his hands now loosely settled on Stiles' hips. "We want to be the ones you dance with. We want you to be ours."

For a moment, Stiles tensed, but then his arms around Peter's neck tightened, pulling the wolf closer. His fingers entangled in the hair at the base of Peter's neck. Tilting his head back against Chris' shoulder, Stiles looked between the two of them, considering.

"Are you serious? Is this… real?" Stiles' voice softened a little. "...Can I have this?"

"You can have us, if you want us," Peter assured, leaning in. "You should be ours."

"Possessive," Stiles muttered softly, lips curling into an amused smile. "So, what? All I had to do to get your attention was have a creep get a little too handsy?"

Peter growled and nipped Stiles' jaw playfully. "Do know that I will break bones of people who touch you against your will. My wolf doesn't play nice when it comes to that."

"Neither does his hunter," Chris offered, lips finding Stiles' neck.

Stiles grinned cheekily. "Well, I wouldn't mind if my wolf and my hunter were a little possessive."

He pulled Peter into a slow and sweet kiss as they moved slowly to the beat, before he turned around in their arms so he could also kiss Chris, with Peter pressed against his back now.

(The next day, they woke up in Chris and Peter's bed to a text from Cora that they had found the demon at the lake. And here everyone had made fun of Stiles for claiming sunsets were one of life's simple pleasures. Hah. At least he got to spend a lazy morning with his new boyfriends instead of having to deal with demons.)

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: Meant to write this for AGES. It kept slipping back somehow. Glad I finally got around to it. PLUS! I finally named all the Drag Queens. Stiles and his flock of Drag Queens is just so important to me~