Mischief Mondays Chapter 25: Stetopher - Pollen Problem, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: Pollen Problem – Mischief Mondays Series

Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, sex pollen, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, explicit intercourse, anal, oral

Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles

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

Summary: The pack is hit with the pollen of a magic flower that lowers inhibitions. Chris, Peter and Stiles wake up in bed together. What they don't know is that the flower only enhances already existing attraction and desires, which leads to a lot of guilt and anxiety all around.

Pollen Problem

Mischief Mondays Series

Stiles woke up sore all over. Every muscle in his body ached. Like lacrosse training camp trying to keep up with the werewolves in the team. Yet somehow, this was a strangely pleasant soreness. He also woke up with his head resting on a firm chest with coarse, gray chest hair on it. Stiles blinked repeatedly and carefully lifted his hand up to pet it to see if it was real. There were also tattoos on that firm, comfortable gray-chest-haired chest. Very familiar tattoos that Stiles had thought about licking very, very often in the past year or so. Ever since Chris had first taken off his shirt after training during the summer. Stiles had stared so hard, Allison had assumed he'd had a heat-stroke (fair, the summer had been very hot and training outside had not been a great idea).

Stiles was sleeping on Chris Argent's chest. Stiles was sore and in bed with Chris Argent, using the man as his personal pillow. Slowly, Stiles lifted the blanket a little. Yep, they were both naked. Stiles was naked in bed with Chris Argent, sore and naked. Did he mention naked yet? How?!

Stiles gasped as he found himself pinned against the bedroom door, Chris' beard scratching along Stiles' neck and he couldn't help but bare it, eager. A soft, embarrassing noise escaped him when Chris sucked a hickey to his neck, getting him a pleased chuckle from Chris.

"Don't you make pretty little noises, sweet thing?" Chris murmured, cupping Stiles' ass.

Stiles gasped breathlessly when Chris groped him through his jeans, lifting him up and carrying him over to the bed. Chris' shirt came off before Stiles even properly sorted himself on the bed.

Okay, yeah, memories were slowly coming back to him. He definitely remembered how he had ended up in bed with Chris and how clothes had started coming off. At first, there was excitement, because he'd thought about this since about a month before the shirt had first come off. A few weeks after Chris had begrudgingly agreed to help Derek train the betas. The joy died a quick death when Stiles remembered that Chris had a boyfriend. A known murderous werewolf boyfriend.

Because of course had the two hot older guys Stiles was attracted to start dating a couple months into the Argents integrating into the pack. Around the time when Chris had helped save Cora's life, when they were all fighting the Alpha Pack and the darach in the hospital. Peter seemed to have found a new appreciation for Chris that day and the two had been happy since then. Chris would not cheat on Peter and Stiles would never sleep with Peter's boyfriend. Somehow, ever since his resurrection, Peter had become not just a trusted packmate but a friend to Stiles (and, if Stiles would get what he want, even more. But Stiles didn't get what he wanted. Instead, Chris and Peter got each other).

Stiles was naked on the bed, sitting up on his knees. His arms were around Chris' neck, pulling the hunter closer, trying to deepen the kiss even more, though it already felt like he was being devoured. He felt insatiable and Chris was the best damn meal he could imagine. A gasp escaped him when strong hands grabbed his hips from behind, claws pressing against his skin. Not breaking it, just a firm pressure that served to show just how close Peter's wolf was to the surface. Peter's goatee scratched Stiles' neck when the wolf latched onto it from behind, sucking a mark onto the side that Chris hadn't marked up earlier. Stiles' whimpers were greedily swallowed by Chris.

Stiles' hand instinctively flew up to his neck, feeling both sides. Both tender and scratched raw. Very slowly did Stiles twist enough to look behind him and true enough, there was Peter, still peacefully asleep. When Stiles moved, Peter reached out for him in his sleep, wrapping an arm around Stiles' waist to pull him back against the wolf. Stiles gasped softly when Peter's morning wood pressed perfectly against his ass. Oh, that was big. That was really big, that-

"That is never going to fit, Peter," Stiles squealed mortified.

"Don't be dramatic, darling," Peter rolled his eyes. "Of course it's going to fit. We'll make it fit."

The wicked grin on Peter's face led to Stiles hiding in Chris' arms. Chris huffed out a laugh and pressed a kiss to Stiles' temple before his hands found Stiles' ass, pulling his cheeks apart.

"And by that, Peter means we will take our time prepping you thoroughly, baby," Chris murmured soothingly. "We'll have you begging and moaning, all pliant and sweet for us, before either of us is even going to get close to fucking you. And then we'll really take you apart."

Stiles swallowed hard, his cheeks heating up. They had spent over an hour prepping him with their fingers and hands and – oh gods – their mouths. He covered his face with both hands as he remembered sitting ass up, shoulders down, knees apart, so Peter could eat him out. That had happened. He'd had Peter Hale's tongue up his ass. And then he'd had Peter's dick up his ass. Not before he got his mouth on that though. Retaliation for the rim job. He'd drawn many colorful curses out of Peter, together with praise for enthusiasm…

"I knew that pretty little mouth was made to suck cock," Peter groaned, his fingers curled tightly in Stiles' hair while Stiles bobbed his head. "Fuck, Christopher, his tongue!"

Chris chuckled where he knelt behind Stiles, his broad hands on Stiles' waist as he thrust slow. Torturously slow, actually. Stiles wanted him to move faster, but Chris didn't want to risk Stiles choking on Peter's dick (even though Stiles would not mind doing that actually. But Chris wasn't hearing any of that. Stubborn, worried hunter). So instead, Stiles was working extra hard on getting Peter off because only then would he be getting the pounding he actually wanted.

"Bless our boy's oral fixation," Peter groaned. "I'm gonna-"

Stiles licked his lips. He couldn't taste it anymore, but the memory brought the ghost of the taste to his mouth. He also remembered Peter gently petting Stiles' head while Stiles licked the man's dick clean. Yeah, that had been his first blowjob and it had been fucking fantastic. Stiles would like to repeat the experience every day for forever, actually. Because Peter wasn't wrong, this really did work for his oral fixation. And the noises he had drawn from his wolf…

Peter's moans were near animalistic growls and they sent thrills through Stiles, motivating him to work even harder on making Peter orgasm. He was rolling Peter's balls with one hand, his tongue curling around the head of Peter's cock and then the wolf came… and pulled him off. Stiles keened in protest, mouth open and tongue reaching out for his treat as thick ropes of cum hit his face, catching in his hair and lashes. He licked his lips with a pointed glare.

"Peter," Stiles grumbled and leaned forward to lick Peter's cock clean.

"I like marking what's mine," Peter growled unapologetic, eyes flashing electric blue.

He bit his lips as a stupid grin spread over his lips. He really shouldn't get ahead of himself, but surely this had to mean something. After all, Stiles was still the underage son of the sheriff for another two months and Chris and Peter weren't going to risk being shot by the sheriff just for a one-night-stand, right? Never mind that wolves were usually too possessive for casual and how complicated it'd be to just sleep around among the pack. No, it had to mean something, it had to mean that he… that he actually could have them, right? That they wanted him. He turned to look back at Peter, smiling as he snuggled against Stiles' back and then he turned to look at Chris. Now he just had to figure out what exactly he'd done to finally land them.

Stiles frowned. Why couldn't he remember how exactly he'd ended up in bed with Chris and Peter…? Everything only came back in pieces, which was already weird. The last thing he remembered before being in Chris and Peter's bedroom was… was… the pack meeting in Derek's loft about the fairy problem in the preserve. His eyes widened and he tensed. They'd been alerted to the fairies by Stiles' dad, because there was an increase of calls to that area about indecent exposure and people straight-up having sex in the woods. Stiles looked at the naked men in bed with him.

"Chris," Stiles smacked Chris' chest. "Peter. Wake up. Come on, time to wake up."

"Five more minutes, baby," Chris murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Stiles' head.

Stiles preened a little at that, grinning, before he shook that off. "No, come on. Wake up, guys."

"Bambi, quiet down," Peter grumbled annoyed, face buried between Stiles' shoulder-blades, before the wolf froze. "Wait. Bambi? Why are you in our bed, Stiles?"

Peter sat up and frowned down at Stiles. Stiles rolled onto his back, so he could look at them both. Chris also woke up slowly at Peter's words, also frowning. Stiles wiggled a little at the attention.

"We met at the loft, yesterday. About the fairies in the preserve," Stiles recounted slowly. "And then, somehow, the three of us ended up in bed together. I'll give you a moment to remember. It took me a bit to remember too. But yeah, I think fairies made us have sex."

Fairies made them have sex. Stiles felt his stomach sink at that. Of course did Peter and Chris not suddenly realize that Stiles was the perfect filing in a DILF sandwich and that they couldn't go another day in their lives without kissing him. How stupid was he to even think that? Fairies had made them have sex with him. Sitting up, he rubbed his face in disappointment.

"This is so not how I imagined losing my virginity," Stiles muttered annoyed.

"Your…" Chris' voice cracked, making Stiles look up at him. "This was… We…"

Chris looked absolutely devastated and guilty. Heaving a sigh, Stiles covered his face again. Right, because the fact that he was a virgin probably just drove home how 'young' he was. Chris must feel so repulsed having sex with one of his daughter's friends. As much as Stiles wanted him, to Chris he was probably just a kid, just one of the teens in the pack. And now fairies had forced him to have sex with Stiles. This was definitely not how Stiles had imagined losing his virginity.

He couldn't be in the same bed as them anymore, thinking about how much they didn't want to be in bed with him. Scrambling, Stiles got out of bed, just to stumble back down, his legs feeling like jello. He whimpered softly when he landed hard and suddenly on the mattress, pain shooting up his spine. His fingers clawed into the sheets as he breathed through it.

"Darling, are you alright?" Peter sounded so concerned as he reached out for Stiles.

He rested a hand on Stiles' shoulder and drained his pain. "Yeah, no, I just… landed really stupidly. That was. Not great. I'm fine. Just give me a moment."

Gods, this was embarrassing. Breathing deeply, he sat up and tried again, more gingerly. Chris made a noise that drew Stiles' attention. The hunter was staring at him with so much guilt and when Stiles looked down himself, he saw the evidence of last night. He was covered in bite-marks and hickeys and there were finger-shaped bruises on his hips that were from Chris, because Chris had fucked him from behind. Well, he'd fucked him from behind while Stiles had sucked Peter off, but after-

Chris pulled out of him, but before Stiles had a chance to voice his protest at it did strong hands grab his hips a little tighter and flip him over. Peter pulled Stiles' head into his lap while Chris took his new spot between Stiles' legs, giving his thighs a squeeze as he parted them. When Chris pushed in again, he bent over Stiles so he could kiss him, slow and deep, the kiss only breaking when Chris fully bottomed out and okay yeah, sex with the option of kissing and actually looking at Chris was definitely better. Stiles tilted his head to look up at Peter, whose eyes were still glowing as he stared down at Stiles and right, Stiles' face was still covered in the wolf's cum. He rolled his eyes, but left it for now. There was something incredibly hot about the possessiveness in Peter's eyes.

"Okay," Stiles inhaled deeply. "Okay. You guys… You guys can have your own freak out about this in private. I'll go and see how the rest of the pack fared and what they remember. I'll update you in the group chat. Maybe we can piece a proper timeline together."

"Stiles-" Chris started, but didn't finish the sentence, so Stiles just left.

/break\

Peter sat back against the headboard of the bed, his eyes still on the door that had closed loudly when Stiles had left the bedroom in a haste, his clothes in hand. Fled, would be the more accurate word. Fled, after collapsing back onto the bed because Peter and Chris had fucked the function of his legs out of him last night. Peter closed his eyes and tried to swallow the proud feeling blooming in his chest, until it settled into something twisted and painful. Because they hadn't gotten to do that with Stiles because Stiles wanted it. They'd only gotten to do it because Stiles had been high on fairy dust. Or whatever had happened. Peter did remember Noah's exasperated face as he'd explained to the pack about the recent calls to the preserve. It stood in jarring contrast to Peter's next memory, of Stiles' ecstatic face when Chris came deep inside him.

Stiles' red-kissed lips stood open, his eyes rolled back as he came hard. Chris fucked their boy through his orgasm and Stiles seemed to melt in Peter's arms. All Peter could do was smile and gently caress Stiles' hair, soothing him through it. Their boy looked so overwhelmed and blissful.

"So good, baby," Chris groaned, thrusting hard and deep, his hips stuttering when his own orgasm built up. "God, look at you, pretty boy, you look so good on my cock like that."

With a soft string of curses and praise did Chris come. He kissed Stiles, deep and with all the passion that had been building up for the past year. When he pulled out, he rolled over, a hand on his stomach and a pleased smile on his lips. Stiles wiggled a little as he snuggled up to Chris.

"You did wonderful, darling," Peter kissed along Stiles' shoulder.

"Yeah, uhu," Stiles looked over his shoulder. "So, how's that werewolf stamina?"

Peter sputtered out a laugh, his hand possessively on Stiles' hips. "Really?"

"I was promised your cock, wasn't I?" Stiles asked, staring doe-eyed at Peter.

Those pretty amber eyes, how could Peter deny him anything? He grabbed Stiles' leg to lift it up and then sat up to look at their boy's loose hole, Chris' cum dripping out of it. Peter's eyes flashed in delight at the obvious claim from his mate. Time to lay his own claim on their boy. His grip tightened on those creamy-white thighs when he eased his way in. Even after Chris had just fucked him, Stiles was still so beautifully tight. He pressed his lips to Stiles' knee while fucking slowly into Stiles, giving the boy time to adjust to the stretch. He knew he was big and he didn't want to hurt their boy. But when Stiles started rolling his hips in a demanding manner and grinding down on him, Peter decided to give Stiles what he was so clearly asking for.

Clearly, Stiles hadn't been asking for it. Peter dragged a hand over his face, feeling heartbroken. He'd known for so long that he wanted that boy and even when he was feral, Peter had respected Stiles' boundaries, hadn't forced himself onto Stiles. Yet here he was…

"His first time, Peter," Chris muttered, looking as devastated as Peter felt. "We… We took that from him. He should have gotten to share that with someone he loves. Not… Not like this…"

Heaving a sigh, Peter reached out for his mate and leaned a little into Chris. "I know. We… We never would have done this if we had control over it, Christopher. We didn't take this from him, we were all equally affected by… flowers? I'm fairly sure the last thing in the preserve I remember are strange, large flowers that smelt overly sweet. And then I was herding you two into the Jeep."

"Oh god, the Jeep," Chris muttered wide eyed. "It already started then, didn't it?"

Peter got behind the wheel, the only thought on his mind was to get his mates out of there. Away from the threat. The flowers. The fairies. The horny pack. The last thing he'd seen from the pack was Jackson going down on Lydia and that was something he never needed to see. Nothing Stiles or Christopher needed to see. His eyes went to the rear-view mirror to check on his mates.

He swerved slightly when he saw Stiles straddling Chris' thigh, rutting against it while throwing his head back in a way that left his long, tempting neck bare for Chris to bury his face in. Teeth scratched sensitive skin, drawing a pretty little whimper from Stiles. Peter's grip on the steering wheel tightened and he had a hard time tearing his gaze away from them.

"Fuck, baby," Chris' voice was dark and rough. "So good, c'mere."

His hands were on Stiles' ass, kneading, pulling him closer, gaining more desperate noises from Stiles as their boy rutted against Chris. Beautiful. They were absolutely perfect together like that.

"I worked so hard," Peter whispered in an unusually small voice. "To gain his trust."

"You just," Chris' voice betrayed his reassuring words. "You just said yourself that we were in as little control as him. He wouldn't… He wouldn't blame us for it. He wouldn't…"

Chris desperately wanted to believe that, and so did Peter. But knowing they didn't intentionally force him into this and still seeing them and remembering what had happened were two different pair of shoes. What if he'd never be able to look at them again? What if they lost their boy…?

/break\

Stiles was depressingly used to his bedroom window opening and a werewolf breaking in (or a kitsune or a huntress. Lydia was the only one who knew how to use a damn door). He rolled over to stare at his window and watched Derek climb in, a frown on his face.

"There you are," Derek's frown deepened. "You started talking about the timeline in the group chat and then you just dropped out. You haven't answered your phone in two hours."

"Ye—ep. I'm very busy," Stiles curled together a little tighter. "As you can see."

He'd taken a shower when he got home and took a moment to just stare at himself in the mirror, all the marks Chris and Peter had left on him… and hadn't meant to leave on him. Derek's frown somehow managed to deepen even more as he approached the bed.

"Why do you smell miserable and why are you hiding," Derek demanded to know.

"Sex pollen, right," Stiles tilted his head to look up at him. "I remember enough to figure that out. We ran into the fairy's flowers and they got us all horny. I saw Erica's boobs before we left."

"Everyone saw Erica's boobs," Derek looked devastated. "Boyd and Kira got… intimately familiar with them too. I have seen things…"

Wow, he had never seen Derek look that traumatized before. Which was saying a lot, considering the guy was a walking talking collection of trauma. Derek sat down at the edge of Stiles' bed.

"You're never allowed to get affected by anything again, by the way," Derek noted dryly. "I had to do research. With Isaac and Cora. Cora spent most of the time complaining."

"Huh," Stiles blinked surprised and sat up, just to wince and lay down again.

"You okay, Red?" Derek's frown returned but in its concerned version.

He rested a hand on Stiles' arm, black veins snaking up. "Yeah, yu—up. Just turns out your uncle has a big dick and maybe I should have asked less often for him to fuck me harder."

"I hate you," Derek gave him a devastating glare, but kept draining his discomfort.

"What do you mean you three did research? Did you not get hit by the pollen…?"

"We did," Derek snorted annoyed. "They were sticky and the scent clung onto us for hours. But we herded the rest of the pack to the cars and drove them to the loft so they would have… privacy. Scott and Allison fucked on the couch and Jackson and Lydia did… I'm not entirely sure what, but I'm sure it was sexual… Erica dragged Boyd, Kira and Malia upstairs. And Isaac, Cora and I picked up where you, Peter and Lydia had left off before we headed to the preserve. Research."

Stiles just stared at the Alpha. "What. Are you like immune?"

"If you would have picked up your phone, you would know," Derek heaved a sigh. "The fairies were mischievous but not malicious. The flowers are called Cupid's Helper and they only enhance existing sexual attraction, creating a feedback loop between affected people who are attracted to each other but fizzling out if it's one-sided attraction. Cora and I don't have anyone and Isaac… his words… defeated the fairies with the power or asexuality. He talked to the fairies and convinced them to move their garden somewhere where humans won't walk into."

Stiles snickered at that, before he froze. "What do you mean it only enhances existing attraction."

"I mean exactly that," Derek gave him a look. "Nobody could reach you, Peter and Chris. The pack volunteered me as the Alpha to go and tell you. We assumed you might still deal with the after effects of it, but we wanted you to know that the pollen usually loses effect after a day and to wash all your clothes with a mixture of… read up the ingredients in the chat... to destroy any residual."

"Right," Stiles nodded slowly. "I am noting a lack of shock on your part about me and Peter."

Derek snorted and cocked an eyebrow. "You three aren't as subtle as you think. Everyone aside from Scott knew about you."

"Huh," Stiles blinked at him in confusion. "Knew…?"

"Chris voluntarily staying behind to help with research with you and Peter, Peter never being too far away from you when we all do face a threat, you always smelling horny around them," Derek wrinkled his nose. "I came by the penthouse often enough in the past months to see Peter just to find you in the library, or kitchen, or living room, sometimes even wearing his clothes."

"Because I fell asleep during research and he let me use the shower and lent me clothes," Stiles stared at Derek. "Chris, Peter and I are not together. There is nothing going on between us."

"...Why wasn't that a lie?" Derek frowned at him. "Are you… serious?"

Stiles huffed and motioned widely. "Yes, I'm serious! They're a couple! I'm not part of it!"

"Clearly you were last night," Derek muttered. "Maybe you should… talk to them."

Derek Hale, suggesting talking as a solution. To something that, apparently, even Derek had figured out but Stiles hadn't. For a few moments, he just stared at the Alpha.

"Okay, yeah, I'm gonna go and uh tell them about the pollen. And maybe uhm… talk to them."

"So Scott wasn't the last one to catch on," Derek muttered beneath his breath. "Unbelievable."

/break\

Chris was still sitting in bed when the bedroom door was ripped open. Peter had gone to shower and made them coffee before returning to bed, but Chris hadn't found the motivation to move at all. He felt too haunted by what had happened and how much he had enjoyed it while it happened. He felt sick to his stomach about that, about what Stiles must think of them for what they'd done to him. And they had, what they'd done in bed were things that Chris had wanted to do with their boy.

"Darling," Peter blinked surprised at Stiles. "How did you get in?"

Stiles gave him an incredulous look. "It's cute that you think I don't have a key to everyone's place. You weren't picking up your phones, which by the way Derek is also complaining about."

Stiles was still limping. Because Chris and Peter had fucked him so long and so hard – and it had been his first time, they should have been more gentle, if they'd known, no, this shouldn't have happened at all. Chris averted his eyes, unable to meet Stiles'.

"So the good news is the pollen is out of everyone's systems, including ours I'd say," Stiles announced. "Derek said that the plant's called Cupid's Helper and that Isaac, with the power of being aroace, convinced the fairies to move."

"What does that mean," Chris blinked slowly, looking halfway at Stiles.

"The plant's pollen enhances already existing sexual attraction," Stiles spoke very slowly and deliberately. "Scott and Allison defiled the loft's couch – which, we are so disinfecting them before the next pack night, fyi – and Jackson and Lydia were being their usual disgusting self. Also apparently Erica's playful flirting with Kira is rooted in some serious attraction and her and Boyd had some partner-swap thing going with Malia and Kira that I am desperate to get details about? Anyway. The point is, nobody had sex with someone who wasn't a willing participant."

Stiles really stretched his words for emphasis and he was gesturing around more than usual. Chris finally looked up to meet his eyes, staring in surprise at their boy. Peter wore a matching expression.

"So, uh," Stiles blushed and ducked his head, before frowning at Chris. "I, uhm… So I ran out earlier because you looked at me with so much regret and I felt like an idiot, because when I'd first woken up in your bed, I was really, really happy. And then suddenly it felt like I wasn't wanted and I felt stupid for having gotten my hopes up in the first place and… Yeah. Your turn."

He had his hands shoved deep in his pockets, clearly to keep from fidgeting, and he stood with his head ducked a little. It was strange to see Stiles defensive like that, usually he met every challenge with his chin raised. It was one of his qualities that both Chris and Peter had first fallen in love with. But this, it seemed, was a challenge he was nervous to meet.

"I…" Chris tried to gather his thoughts. "The regret wasn't about having sex with you, it was about having sex with you when you were influenced by magic. We thought the pollen had made you have sex with us, against your will. I thought that… that I took your virginity when you didn't want that. I was… Stiles, I very much do want you."

"Yeah, the magic plant says so too," Stiles snorted a little. "...And so does the pack."

"What?" Chris blinked repeatedly at that.

"Derek had no reaction to the three of us having sex because apparently the entire pack, aside from Scott, bless his heart, assumed for the past couple months that we were already together," Stiles paused. "Not 'already'. Sexual attraction doesn't mean you'd want more with me than having sex, I'm not like expecting anything out of this, I just wanted to clear the air, I just-"

Peter effectively shut him up by grabbing him by the waist and pulling him down onto the bed so he was sitting in the wolf's lap and getting kissed within an inch of his life. Stiles was panting softly, lips red and shiny with spit when the two parted, his cheeks a matching color.

"You're ours," Peter whispered darkly, eyes flashing. "You should know wolves are possessive. I had a taste now and I will not let you go that easily, unless you want to."

Stiles blinked those pretty, big doe-eyes at Peter, his hands on Peter's chest. "...Yeah?"

"Yeah, baby," Chris sighed in relief when he knelt behind Stiles to pull him against his chest. "We've been thinking for months how to… do this right. How to tell you, without making you uncomfortable. Because we're both aware of the imbalance here and the law-"

"Let the record show that being aware and caring about it are two different things."

Stiles snorted softly at Peter and rolled his eyes. "That's what I expected from you, Creeperwolf."

Peter growled playfully and leaned in to nip Stiles' neck. "Look at all the pretty marks we left…"

His tongue lapped at as many as he could reach from this angle. Chris helped a little by pushing Stiles' shirt collar out of the way, his other hand resting on Stiles' waist. He placed a gentle kiss below Stiles' earlobe, making their boy shudder.

"Is this what you want, baby?" Chris whispered into Stiles' ear, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "Do you want to be ours? Will you allow us to court you properly?"

"Fuck," Stiles gasped and leaned back against him. "Yes. Yes, that's all I've wanted for months."

His fingers were twisted in Peter's shirt, holding on tightly, even as he twisted enough to look at Chris properly. Chris could drown in the whiskey of Stiles' eyes. For the first time, Chris allowed himself to do so. He leaned in and captured Stiles' lips in a kiss that was sweet and soft, filled with the promise of many more to come, because finally, Stiles was theirs.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: See, my favorite aspect about the Sex Pollen trope is when it is very much consensual and mutual but they don't know that because of the Sex Pollen, so they have Consent Angst. And this ship and fandom just BEGGED for some Consent Angst Sex Pollen! :D