To Build a Pack With Broken Pieces, a teen wolf fanfic

Teen Wolf || Stargent || To Build a Pack With Broken Pieces || Stargent || Teen Wolf

Title: To Build a Pack With Broken Pieces – A Second Chance, Together

Tags: m/m, the Hale Pack Moves to London, Erica Lives, Boyd Lives, Pack Alpha Chris, Pack Feels, post-Nogitsune, hurt/comfort, fluff, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, m/f

Main Pairing: Chris/Stiles

Side Pairings: Boyd/Erica, Jackson/Ethan, Peter/Noah

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Ethan Steiner, Jackson Whittemore, Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Noah Stilinski

Summary: When Chris left Beacon Hills with Isaac, he ended up turned and killed the Alpha who turned him. He knows he needs a pack and he decides to pick up the pieces of the former Hale Pack to do so, before returning to Beacon Hills because there is something calling to him there.

To Build a Pack With Broken Pieces

A Second Chance, Together

Chris was pressing a hand against his torn side. It was still bleeding profoundly, but Chris could also feel the skin slowly knit itself back together again. He didn't know which one was more concerning. He turned his gaze toward the dead body in front of him. The dead Alpha werewolf.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be. When he had taken Isaac out of Beacon Hills after Allison's death, all he wanted was a peaceful fresh start for the two of them. Paris was supposed to be a second chance. They'd settled in together quietly at first, before they went to track down a pack for Isaac to join. Only that hunters had been faster. The only surviving member of the pack had been the Alpha, driven into madness by the loss of his pack. He had attacked and though Chris' reflexes were fast enough to shoot the beast before either him or Isaac could be mortally wounded, the Alpha still got his claws in deep with Chris. Too deep. Chris Argent was going to be a werewolf.

"Chris," Isaac sounded distressed as he came running up.

"I'm okay, kid," Chris grunted and slowly sank down onto the ground. "Just give me a couple minutes to breathe. This hurts like a bitch."

Isaac didn't look overly convinced that Chris was okay. Chris wasn't convinced either. He'd been raised with the belief that being turned was a death sentence. His uncle Alexander, his wife. But things were different now, weren't they? He was friends with werewolves. He might have adopted a werewolf, or something like adopted anyway. Isaac's legal situation had always been a bit messy. Whatever it was, Chris had decided to take responsibility for the kid, take care of him.

Grief had brought them together. No, even before that, Allison had brought them together. She had brought that sad, snarky orphan into their lives and yes, Chris had noticed how the boy stayed longer and longer and one day just stopped leaving. And Chris hadn't argued it, had started teaching Isaac the trade, started feeding the boy, clothing him, making sure he did his homework.

"What do we do now?" Isaac asked, voice soft.

"You go and buy me a new shirt," Chris grunted and looked at the torn, bloodied mess. "Because if I go back to the hotel like this, we'll draw attention. And then we go back to the hotel. And I'll have a very annoying conversation with a werewolf."

Isaac frowned at him, but he did run off to go and buy Chris a shirt. Chris might have a hunter's knowledge about werewolves, but he didn't have a werewolf's knowledge. Much less an Alpha's. Good thing he had two former Alphas in his contacts.

/break\

Peter was cooking chicken Parmesan in an attempt to make Stiles eat a full meal. The brat loved Peter's chicken Parm. Most of the old Italian family recipes from Peter's mother, really. Stiles was good at covering up that he didn't sleep enough and didn't eat enough, especially whenever Noah was out on shift long. Another reason why it was good that the Hales had moved in here.

He hadn't wanted to return to Beacon Hills, after Derek lost the Alpha spark. The three of them had left to go to Mexico and meet Cora's adopted pack, see where she had grown up. Derek and Peter spent the summer there, but they couldn't stay. It wasn't home, it wasn't their pack. They saw how happy Cora was there, the family and friends she had, and they couldn't take that from her, but they also couldn't stay with her. Lost and unmoored, they returned to Beacon Hills.

Beacon Hills was Hale territory. And perhaps Peter had a thing or two pulling him back here. That clever boy with the bright whiskey-eyes of his late mother, whose chin-up attitude reminded Peter too much of his dead friend. It was impossible not to grow attached to Stiles when he carried so much of Claudia in him. And though Peter had effectively avoided Noah before his death and after his resurrection, this time around, the man became an inevitability.

Because Stiles got possessed by a demon and Peter played a vital role in saving the boy's life. It had earned him Noah's gratitude and the two of them sat down together to talk, for the first time since before the fire. It had been cowardly to avoid Noah, but the big What Ifs always hurt. Peter and his best friend had fallen for the same man and seeing the way Claudia's eyes lit up every time she saw Noah, Peter couldn't bring himself to get in the way of that. So he swallowed his feelings and took a step back. It was ironic, Claudia always thought Peter disapproved of the couple because he kept his distance more and more after they got together and pulled away near fully when Claudia told him she was pregnant. No, Peter didn't disapprove, it just… broke his heart to see them happy together, even as he wanted nothing more than for his best friend to be happy.

All of that was something him and Noah talked about that night. That night after Stiles was saved. They talked the whole night, about everything. Claudia's death, the Hale Fire, the coma, Stiles. And somewhere along the way, Peter's feelings. He'd offered Noah a thin smile and assured the man that he wasn't expecting anything from him, that all he wanted was to watch over Claudia's son.

Over the following weeks, Peter and Noah grew closer. Both Peter and Derek cared deeply about Stiles, Derek and Stiles had become something like best friends even if Derek would never use that term, Peter still knew it. And with all the trauma that resided in the loft, Noah had opened his home to them both. 'Temporarily'. They were on month two now of this temporary stay.

Some two weeks ago, while Peter was making lasagna, a sleepy Noah had walked into the kitchen after a quick nap that had followed a double shift, had just walked over to Peter at the stove and kissed his cheek before getting a coffee. The wolf had stood frozen for a solid five minutes and only after his cup of coffee had Noah realized what he'd done and then proceeded to sit as frozen.

They were officially dating now. It was still very new and very exciting and half the time, Peter couldn't believe that after a lifetime of pining, he got this. But somehow, him taking care of the Stilinskis since the possession, him helping Stiles during the possession, and the open, honest conversation they had shared, it had… opened a possibility.

Peter frowned when his phone interrupted his happy musings about his new relationship status. Wiping his hands off on his baby-blue apron, he grabbed his phone, surprised by the name flashing.

"Christopher," Peter's voice softened some. "How is the Eiffel tower?"

Him and Christopher had the same relationship as Derek and Stiles in that they were best friends but would absolutely not chose that label and neither of them knew how exactly this had happened. Somewhere along the way, they had become amicable. Chris had grown closer to Derek and Peter both during the possession, but even before that, while fighting off the Alpha Pack and the Darach together, they had formed a kind of potential.

"Hypothetically speaking, a freshly turned wolf who inherited the Alpha spark of the one who turned them, what's the time-table on forming a pack before going feral?"

Peter slowly sat down, his eyebrows drawn deep. "Christopher, I truly hope we're only spit-balling here. A freshly turned Alpha wolf is a dangerous thing. If he doesn't have a stable pack, at least three betas, before the first full moon, it… will get very ugly."

Silence stretched on and Peter waited for Chris to say more. "We were trying to find a pack for Isaac. It… didn't go as planned. The next full moon is in two weeks."

"How are you holding up?" Peter frowned concerned.

"Isaac's getting me through it. Not just by trying to teach me about anchors and control and such, but by… being here. I don't know what I'd do if it was just me," Chris admitted. "But the kid's already lost enough. I won't let him lose me."

"I'd prefer not losing you either," Peter drawled. "You proved to be quite entertaining."

Chris huffed out a laugh before going quiet for a bit again. "How… do I form a pack? I can't turn people. I refuse to turn people, Peter."

"Find packless betas. You said you sought this Alpha out for Isaac. There are more betas like Isaac, who don't have a pack," Peter snorted softly. "The Hale Pack has produced a lot of those over the past year. There are more packless betas like us."

"Us," Chris repeated, voice sharp.

"Oh, please," Peter made an offended noise. "You think I belong to McCall's pack? With the history between us? He 'tolerates' me and makes use of me whenever it's convenient. The way he did with the former Alpha twins too. I heard through the grapevine Ethan found his way to London."

"The grapevine being…?"

"Stiles told me," Peter shrugged. "He's been talking a lot to Jackson lately. You know, another one of these former Hale Pack betas who wandered off, much like your pup. The two have been bonding over their experiences, the kanima and the Nogitsune. Being used by someone else to kill. Jackson seems to be the only one Stiles opens up to about that."

Silence, again, this time contemplative, worried. "How… How is he doing?"

"Jackson?" Peter asked, deliberately obtuse. "Considering he is a reformed kanima, pretty well. Adjusted to being a werewolf and to life in London, though Stiles said that he's still not really integrated into the pack. Keeping mostly to himself. And his new partner. Interesting development there, after Ethan moved to London, the two of them apparently started dating-"

"Stiles," Chris interrupted him with the deep, dark growl of an agitated Alpha wolf.

Oh, this was going to be quite interesting. In Peter's personal opinion, Chris had already been paying too much attention to Stiles before. But that possessive and agitated growl? That told Peter things were going to be even more intense if the man ever returned to Beacon Hills.

Heaving a sigh, Peter turned to look out of the window. "Worse than we thought. He was very good at covering it up at first, but ever since Derek and I… more or less moved in with the Stilinskis, we've been monitoring him more closely. It seems that beyond the mental toll the possession took on him, there are certain… physical aspects too."

"Be more clear, Hale," Chris sounded like he was talking around a mouthful of fangs.

"When the Nogitsune split from Stiles, it kept his real body and left Stiles behind in a new body. It appears that this new body isn't… working as properly as it should be. He often doesn't register that he needs to eat or sleep and he runs colder than humans should. We've established fixed meal times to remind him that human bodies do need nutrition even if they're not aware of it and apparently, werewolf body-heat helps somewhat with the cold so there's a lot of pack cuddling, which I appreciate. I may not be a part of McCall's pack, but I do have my pack-bonds. As weak as they may be without an Alpha to anchor them."

Which was the truth. Ever since him and Derek had returned to Beacon Hills, they had more or less formed bonds of their own, with the Stilinskis and Chris. Derek even with the former Alpha twins, he'd mentored the boys more than Scott had and had actually paid attention to them.

A gruff grunt was the only goodbye Peter got before the phone call ended. He heaved a sigh and put the phone away to turn his attention back to the food. Whatever could come out of the mess that had prompted this conversation, Peter was pretty sure he'd get a front-row seat all too soon. He had not so subtly brought up the former Hale Pack and the Hales packless status enough to nudge Chris.

/break\

Chris rubbed his face in exhaustion. His beard was longer, rougher now. He hadn't had much mind shaving since he got bitten. Too much time spent thinking. Together with Isaac, he trailed through the airport, fetching their baggage before leaving and hailing a taxi.

His conversation with Peter had given him a lot to think about. Peter and Derek were a foregone conclusion, especially after Peter had so blatantly pointed out that neither of them had truly joined Scott's pack. It was the rest that Peter had said that gave Chris something to think about.

Jackson was important to Stiles now. Also a former Hale beta who'd left, like Isaac, like Isaac's two friends still in the wind in the states. And the twin. Isaac and Chris had been there when he'd lost his brother, had fought side by side with the twins and Chris knew that Derek had taken on a surprising mentor-role for them both. Both in London, but not wholly integrated into the pack.

"Isaac!"

Chris winced at the shrill scream and the next second a whirlwind of blonde curls tackled Isaac. Boyd walked closer at a more reasonable pace but also joined the hug. The three original Hale Pack betas, reunited again. After Chris had freed Boyd and Erica from the basement, the two had run away for good, but they had stayed in contact with both Isaac and Stiles.

Isaac kept Chris moderately updated, told him every time his friends were at a new place or had an interesting fight. They had never found a pack though, they kept drifting through the states, working odd jobs and staying just long enough before someone could get suspicious of the two teens. A pack of two, was what Peter had called them. Much like Peter and Derek. Two beta wolves alone could survive and keep each other from becoming feral, at least for a certain time. Much longer than alone, but it wasn't a final solution. At one point, they'd need a proper pack. An Alpha.

"Looking better than the last time I saw you two," Chris noted lowly.

"We never did get to… thank you for getting us out of there," Boyd paused. "Though you and your daughter were the ones who dragged us in there to begin with."

Chris winced at that and averted his eyes. "You could say that seeing you two down there was the first time I confronted… how wrong my family was. So I guess I have to thank you."

"Isaac told us about…" Erica looked at him, expression troubled. "Look, I didn't like her, but… I'm still sorry for your loss."

Chris managed the fainted smile and a nod. "Thank you. Yeah."

"So—o, Iz wasn't exactly forthcoming as to why you're visiting," Erica tilted her head.

"Food. How about we go some place that has big servings and good fries," Chris suggested and then flashed his eyes red at them both. "Because we got a lot to talk about."

Both betas instinctively flashed their eyes back golden. Chris knew they meant a lot to Isaac and also to Stiles. Though Chris was starting to wonder why it seemed to important to his inner wolf to build this pack around Stiles. Stiles wasn't a wolf, was a former member of the Hale Pack sure, but he was now a member of the McCall Pack. Whatever Chris was building here, it didn't affect Stiles. So why in the world did his wolf want to build a pack that'd please Stiles?

/break\

"How willing would you to file for early retirement, dear?"

Noah paused and very slowly looked up from his files. Peter stood in the doorway to the living room, wearing low-riding sweatpants and Noah's old police academy shirt. The shirt looked good on Peter, the way it spanned over his chest. Noah was momentarily distracted.

"What," Noah blinked, trying to process. "I know I work a lot, I know I've been leaving most of the household up to you and I know you and Derek have been taking care of Stiles a lot-"

"That's not," Peter cut him off and shook his head. "I'm not asking because I'm tired of how things are. To be quite honest, I am enjoying this house spouse role. It's a nice change of pace."

The wolf walked over to the couch and took the file from Noah so he could straddle the sheriff's lap. Noah stared at Peter curiously, waiting to hear what this was really about. Peter smirked and laid his arms around Noah's shoulders, leaning in to kiss him briefly.

"I think," Peter's voice was a very low whisper. "I think that an opportunity is going to present itself soon and I would very much like to take it. But I won't if it'd mean leaving you and Stiles behind."

"What… What kind of opportunity?" Noah asked warily.

"An Alpha," Peter smirked when he felt Noah tense beneath him. "Not like that, dear. I might have enjoyed the power but I wouldn't want to deal with the responsibility of leading a pack. Herding betas and dealing with their troubles. No. No, I mean an Alpha who I… trust. Whose pack I want to join. But I highly doubt that he would want to stay in Beacon Hills."

Noah furrowed his brows and looked away from Peter, looked at the pile of files on his table. He loved his job. Or had loved it, once upon a time, anyway. Before vengeful teenagers with enslaved killer lizards had torn apart the station, before dark druids sacrificed people, before an evil fox spirit stole his son and blew up the station. He had lost so many good people on the force, people who had been close friends for many years. Not to mention the personal toll.

His relationship with Stiles had been so strained ever since this supernatural chaos had started and only in recent months had they truly gotten to mend it. But at what cost. The possession had left Stiles so… broken. And Noah, Peter and Derek were working hard to pick up the pieces. Scott was trying too, bless his heart, but Stiles could hardly look at his best friend without being overcome with guilt. Guilt for driving a sword through Scott, guilt for causing Allison's death. And Scott was a kid too, had his own problems, was dealing with his grief for Allison and the responsibility of being Alpha of his own pack. He couldn't shoulder picking up Stiles too and Stiles didn't expect him to. Didn't want him to either, because he was feeling too guilty to accept that help.

"You think leaving Beacon Hills would help him?" Noah asked softly.

"I do," Peter's voice was very gentle and so was his touch. "When Derek and I left to be with Cora, it… It wasn't the right pack for us or the right place, but getting away from this cursed town and all the trauma and loss that we have suffered here, it did help."

That made Noah frown. "Then why did you come back…?"

The answer he received was an unfathomably soft smile and a kiss. Oh. Noah wrapped his arms tighter around Peter, pulling his wolf closer. Peter had come back for him. For them. Noah knew that Peter cared deeply about Stiles too, knew that Stiles wasn't just the kid he put up with to get the kid's dad. The way Peter took care of Stiles and helped warmed Noah's heart and certainly was part of why he had fallen for the wolf. When their kiss broke, Noah cupped Peter's face.

"We can't make that decision without Stiles," Noah pointed out.

"We can't," Peter agreed. "But I wanted to see if you were open to it at all first."

"I think…" Noah's gaze wandered through the living room. "I think that I'm tired of the loss. Maybe it is time to retire, to… focus on other things. Important things."

"And would I be one of these important things?" Peter asked teasingly.

Noah huffed and brought the wolf in for another kiss.

/break\

Stiles hadn't left the bed all day. It was just too cold today. Most days, this new body was doing relatively good at regulating itself. Sure, he now wore three layers of clothes when others were walking around short-sleeved, but he managed with just clothing. Today, the cold was bad. Some days, it was. The way it had been right after the split, when they all thought he'd still die.

"Kiddo? You… You up to talk?" Noah sounded hesitant.

"I'm cold, not incapacitated, dad," Stiles sighed and poked his head out of his blanket burrito just to see that his dad was followed by Peter. "Oh. The bigger we. What's up, Stepwolf?"

Peter made that proud and amused noise at the name that he always did. Slowly, Stiles sat up, making sure to keep his three blankets wrapped tightly around himself. Peter and Noah approached his bed and sat down next to him on either side. Okay. Serious conversation then.

"You know how Peter and Derek had left for a while, right?" Noah asked, rhetoric question of course, because Stiles' memory wasn't the problem (if anything, his memory was too good and he wished he could forget so, so many things). "And it helped them, the distance, the new… surroundings. They want to leave again, to join a pack. And they suggested that we… that we should come with them. That getting away from here could… help you."

Not with the physical. Nothing could help with the physical. This was now Stiles' new normal and he was learning to live with it. But the mental. The trauma. The stuff he only dealt with through long, late phone-calls to London. The stuff that still haunted him in nightmares. Nightmares he feared he wouldn't be able to wake up from again. Stiles rubbed his face.

"You go to the school where a large portion of your trauma happened, every day," Peter pointed out. "You see people who make you feel overwhelmed with guilt, every day."

"And you think it'll be better somewhere else?" Stiles asked, tired. "Most of it is in my head. I mean, literally. The trauma happened inside my mind."

"It'll still help, pup," Peter offered, more gently. "It… It's something that ties you down and tries to drown you. Survivor's guilt. Believe me. Everything that reminds you of the people who died, while you survived, chokes you up. Allow yourself to move on from it, you're too young to let it consume you the way it consumed me. Don't let it break you any further."

Stiles faltered a little and looked between Noah and Peter. The two of them had found each other and made each other happy. Stiles was happy for them, as unexpected as this match was. If Stiles said no, Noah would stay too. For the first time since Claudia's death, the man looked loved again. Allowed himself to have this. Stiles couldn't take that away from him.

"Where to?" Stiles asked softly.

Peter smirked his schemer smirk. "I have plans for that and I think you'll like them: London."

Stiles' eyes widened in surprise. "Like, join the pack where you sent Jackson…?"

"Not… exactly," Peter tilted his head. "A different Alpha. A different pack. But, depending on Jackson's answer, still Jackson."

"What," Stiles frowned confused. "Start making sense."

Peter pressed his lips together for a moment, considering his words. "While Christopher and Isaac were in Paris, there was… a fight. Chris is a werewolf now. An Alpha."

"What," Stiles and Noah asked at the same time, similar looks of surprise on their faces.

"He called me and asked me what to do about gaining a pack. I might have suggested what is left of the Hale Pack to him, including the two in London. Though Derek wasn't an Alpha anymore, he did take the twins in," Peter folded his hands in his lap. "I know Christopher is going to come for me and Derek. But staying here isn't an option, for any of us. He left for a reason too, after all. Now, we could go to a wholly new place. Or we could go where there are two more former Hale Pack members living and where I know new packs are welcome and nurtured by the community. The contacts I have in London, with whom I had arranged Jackson's stay, they would welcome us. They would help Chris find his footing as an Alpha. I think it would be a good option, for us all."

"London," Stiles blinked and then paused. "I don't know if Chris is really gonna want me there."

He turned to stare at the wall, instead of either man. Allison was dead because of him. Chris had left for a fresh start, what good did that do if he dragged the boy along who wore the face of her killer?

"Allison's death wasn't your fault," Peter whispered gently. "And Chris knows that. He doesn't blame you. He blames himself, for not having been there to save her. But not you."

"Right," Stiles nodded, but still didn't look at him.

"They're due in a couple days, Chris is going to call me ahead of time again, for now he is apparently still adjusting and bonding with his pack," Peter informed them and got up. "Think on it until then. But you could easily finish high school in London, we could… start over, together."

Stiles made a soft noise of acknowledgment but didn't comment otherwise. This would be different with literally anybody else. But Chris? Stiles did feel guilty, blamed himself for Allison's death, but that was only the tip of the iceberg that were the conflicting feelings he had for Chris Argent.

He'd had a growing physical attraction to Chris for months now. The man was hot, Stiles might like older guys. The growling and stern voice did things to Stiles. And when the man grew a set of morals and started aiding the pack? Stiles might be falling for Chris.

And then the Nogitsune happened and Stiles nearly blew Chris up, Stiles got Chris' daughter killed, Stiles begged Chris to shoot him in the loft. And then Chris left, while Stiles was licking his wounds and adjusting to his new body and reality… Where would they even stand now…?

/break\

"But we aren't going to stay, right?" Erica wrinkled her nose.

"We're not," Chris assured her, his own grip on his bag tightening.

Beacon Hills made the hair in his neck stand up. His inner wolf was growling, wanted out of here. He turned to look at his betas and tried to ground himself through them. Peter had been right, having a pack did help anchor his wolf. The full moon had been tough, but Boyd and Erica had lived in a small town in the mountains and the four of them had run wild in the forest together. It had been a great way to bond their young pack.

Boyd wrapped an arm around his mate, drawing Erica close in reassurance. They should probably also avoid the kids' families, while they were here. Even if Erica and Boyd were both eighteen by now, it would be messy. They hadn't just run away from hunters and the Hale Pack, after all.

"Where are we going, Alpha?" Boyd asked lowly.

"Everyone we need happens to be in the same house. That's where we're heading. The Stilinskis."

Erica visibly perked up at that and followed Chris eagerly. Chris just didn't exactly know how well this conversation was going to go. He knew how important Peter and Derek had become to the Stilinskis, he doubted Noah or Stiles would be happy to see them go. Though Peter had been unsubtle in bringing up his own packless status, Chris was also aware of the fact that Peter was in a relationship with the sheriff. They weren't True Mates, but Peter was still courting Noah with the intention of a matebond. Mates were the most important thing to a wolf.

True Mates were incredibly rare. Erica and Boyd were the first example Chris got to see in person and interact with. Meant to be. Soulmates. The other half to not complete them but to make them better. Unconditional support and love, brought forth by a magic bond. Chris had always dismissed it as nonsense, until he befriended Peter and Peter told him more about it. That a wolf could recognize their true mate on sight or smell alone, the one person to truly ground them, the one they could never harm, not even in a rage or feral state. The one they would do anything for.

Over the past couple days with his betas, Chris saw some of that in Boyd and Erica. The gentleness, the wordless understanding and trust. Their matebond was a huge part of why the two turned teen wolves had been able to survive as a pack of two for this long already. There was a soft warmth Chris felt for them, now that they were his betas, now that he could feel the pack bonds with them – and oh, that was the most fascinating part about being a wolf probably. To feel the bonds, feel his betas like an extension of himself. The protectiveness he felt over the teens.

"Argent," Noah didn't look surprised when he opened the door, then his eyes landed on the three teenagers with him and there was some surprise. "Interesting. Come in."

Chris pursed his lips as him and his pack followed Noah inside and into the living room, where Derek and Peter were quick to join them. Both Hales looked equally surprised by the two other wolves Chris had brought. He hadn't taken the time to update Peter on the pack situation yet.

"I figured if I go ahead and pick up the pieces of the Hale Pack, I might as well do it right."

Chris shrugged, before he let himself be pulled into a brief hug by Peter and then by Derek. He instinctively ran his hands down their arms. Scent-marking. Marking them as his. When he took a step back, he flashed his eyes at Peter and Derek. They both flashed theirs back and bared their throats in submission to him. Noah heaved a sigh where he watched with his arms crossed.

"Okay, what's the plan from hereon out?" Noah wanted to know.

"Ca—an we have Stiles, before we do all the boring talking?" Erica looked around. "I have like nine months of scent-marking to catch up on."

"Yeah, Stiles really thought we would have this conversation together."

Chris turned toward the stairs, like the rest of them. But his reaction was a little different than everyone else's. The moment Stiles stepped into his line of sight, Chris felt like everything else just peeled away. He stared into those pretty whiskey-colored eyes and lost himself. A rumbling started in his chest and before he even registered it was happening was he stalking up to Stiles. The boy's doe-eyes widened even more the closer Chris got and he stood frozen like prey. Perfect, little prey. Chris' prey to claim. His wolf was salivating at that thought and he could feel his fangs drop.

"Christopher," Peter's voice was a dark warning growl and within seconds did both Peter and Derek push themselves between Stiles and Chris. "Do calm down, whatever agitated your wo-"

Chris roared in anger, vision red and claws itching to sink into those who got in his way. Only the fact that he saw Derek and Peter as pack stopped him from doing so, but he still gave another roar.

"Get," Chris forced the words out. "Out of my way."

"And you said he doesn't blame me," Stiles squeaked, sounding distressed.

Why did he sound distressed? His mate shouldn't be distressed. It must be the two wolves between them. Chris needed to get to his mate, needed to make sure he was alright, was safe. He violently shoved Peter out of the way, which now alerted and agitated Noah.

"Chris, what is going on?" Isaac called out alarmed.

Pup. Chris paused, torn between his distressed mate and his worried pup. Pup was a wolf, mate was a human. Mate had priority. Chris pushed past Derek and finally had his mate in his arms. Wrapping said arms tightly around Stiles' waist, he pulled the boy flush against his chest and buried his face in his mate's neck, rubbing his nose along the span of pale, soft skin, inhaling deeply. The sweet honey-scent made his chest rumble pleased, his grip on Stiles tightening.

"Mine," Chris whispered, low and finite.

He had a hand on Stiles' lower back, the other between his shoulder-blades, pressing Stiles against himself, trying to cover himself in Stiles' scent and Stiles in his scent. Everyone needed to know that this boy was his. The longer he breathed in Stiles' scent, the more his wolf settled.

"Oh," Erica whispered softly in the background. "Didn't see that coming. Guess we just gained an Alpha Mate to the pack too, huh? U—uhm… Sheriff, would you like to offer us some coffee or something while we give them a minute?"

"What," Noah's voice cracked a little. "What do you mean. What is happening."

"I… think Christopher just found his True Mate," Peter murmured amused.

"It's intense," Boyd added. "The first time. Really overwhelming, sends the wolf instincts into overdrive. He's gonna need a moment to settle with it."

"I'll need a moment to settle with this! Hell, more than one," Noah complained. "What do you mean Argent found his True Mate, he is hugging my son."

The voices grew a little more distant as the people moved away, until Chris and his mate were the only people in the room. His mate's quick heartbeat settled a little, the longer Chris held him. He nosed along that neck, rubbing his face against it, breathing deep and slow.

"Mine," Chris whispered, much gentler this time, filled with more awe.

"Oka—ay," Stiles pushed gently against his chest. "So I read every book there is about True Mates, not gonna lie that was totally a rabbit-hole I fell into after I first learned about them, so in theory, I know what is happening here, but. But. Uhm. Can we talk about the fact that your new wolfiness is forcing you to be attracted to me because that feels like something I would like to address."

Chris managed to pull away from Stiles with some difficulty, but he didn't let go of his boy. "Nothing is forcing me to be attracted to you, Stiles. This is… much more intense than anything I have ever felt, but it's not… it's not exactly out of nowhere."

"It isn't?" Stiles raised both his eyebrows, eyes even bigger than usual.

This up close, Chris could count Stiles' long lashes and the shades of golden-brown in his irises. He felt like he could stare into those eyes for hours and never look away. He reached one hand up to cup Stiles' cheek, very pleased when the boy leaned into his touch.

"I… never meant to tell you," Chris frowned and tried to step away, but found he couldn't let go of his boy. "I have wanted you for longer than I am comfortable admitting. I shouldn't want you, Stiles. You're the underage son of the sheriff-"

"I turned eighteen last month," Stiles blurted out. "You… You've been away for a while."

Chris flashed his eyes without meaning to and he was startled by Stiles' reaction. The boy's pupils blew and his scent spiked all the sweeter, making Chris' mouth water. He couldn't help but bury his face in that pretty neck again, sniff to get as much of that deliciousness as possible.

"Why do you suddenly smell so good?" Chris murmured confused.

"That's called arousal, Christopher," Peter called out from the kitchen.

"That's what now," Noah demanded to know.

"Oh, don't overreact, dear. As Stiles just pointed out, he's eighteen."

Chris tuned them out again, instead focusing on his mate. His mate, who smelt deliciously like arousal because Chris had flashed his eyes. Still inhaling that addictive scent, Chris rubbed his nose along the neck, making his mate shudder in his arms.

"Why do you want me?" Stiles asked in a, unusually small voice. "I just. You say you wanted me before you became a wolf and your wolf decided I'm for reasons beyond my comprehension your perfect match. But what… what made you want me…?"

"You don't take shit from anyone," Chris huffed out a laugh. "Even seasoned hunters who outnumber and threaten you. You're fierce and strong and brave, baby. And beautiful, god, you're beautiful. I could drown in your eyes and I'd die happy."

Stiles made another sweet noise and his scent softened. Mh, Chris liked that. It smelt… happy. Chris buried his face in Stiles' neck again, gently pressing his lips against that tempting throat. Stiles' heartbeat skipped but Stiles didn't seem distressed or worried about the predator at his jugular. No, he smelt all content and happy. Eager, even.

"You are so clever and competent. When you come up with a plan, the pack's in good hands. Fiercely loyal and protective. In another life, you would have made an excellent hunter," Chris murmured, voice muffled by Stiles' neck. "In this life… In this life, I'd be lucky if you joined my pack. I understand that this is all… sudden and overwhelming and… and out of your control. I'm sorry. I'm also sorry that I can't seem to let go of you. I never wanted to make you uncomfortable."

"Do I seem or smell uncomfortable to you, Chris?" Stiles asked, a little amused.

"No," the wolves from the kitchen chorused.

"I'm uncomfortable enough for the both of us," Noah called frustrated.

"I'm just…" Chris trailed off and pulled away enough to look into his mate's eyes.

"I might have… wanted you for a while too. But I didn't think I'd ever stand a chance with you," Stiles blinked those pretty eyes at him. "I mean, I'm not saying 'let's elope to Vegas and get married right now', but like… I… I do want you. This is a lot and more than just… I know what a matebond means for wolves. But maybe we could… take it slow and… and see?"

"I'll take anything you're willing to give me, doll," Chris looked at Stiles hopefully.

A pretty blush painted Stiles' cheeks at the petname and then Stiles' hands found Chris' neck to pull him down into a kiss. It was tentative and soft, as sweet as his boy, and Chris savored it.

"I want to leave with you," Stiles whispered against his lips. "I need to get out of this town, Peter's right. We already filed everything with the school. I… I told Scotty. He… understands. After everything that happened to me, I… I need a fresh start and he gets that."

"I'm glad," Chris pulled Stiles closer again. "I don't know where we're going yet, but…"

"How about we get the rest of our pack back in here and have that conversation that got sidetracked by this?" Stiles suggested with a small grin. "Because Peter, our local schemer, had an idea."

After hearing Stiles' words, the other wolves trailed back into the living room, accompanied by Noah. The man didn't look like he wanted to shoot Chris, but he also didn't look exactly happy. Which was fair enough. They moved to sit on the couches together and Chris couldn't help but pull Stiles onto his lap, flush against his chest. Stiles squeaked a little and looked embarrassed, but didn't try to get up. Chris wrapped a pleased arm around Stiles' waist to hold him close.

"Oh, you so have to get used to beard-burn," Erica snickered and dragged her finger over her own neck to indicate what she was talking about. "Though the beard looks good on him, right?"

"Totally," Stiles gasped wide-eyed. "The silver fox look is so hot."

Now it was Chris' turn to flush in embarrassment, much to his betas' amusement. He cleared his throat and fixated Peter with a curious look. The other wolf smirked, looking damn smug.

"I know you've been considering Jackson and Ethan. I had hoped so, but knowing Stiles is your mate, I know so," Peter chuckled lightly. "You've been building your pack around him, haven't you? Tracking Boyd and Erica down first before you came back."

"Oh, are we like a courting gift?" Erica looked at her mate and then over at Chris and Stiles.

Stiles blinked and turned toward Chris. "Wait, is Peter serious? Is Erica right?"

Chris ducked his head embarrassed. "Maybe. I didn't… know why, but I might have…"

"That is adorable," Erica commented with a grin and then smacked Boyd's chest. "You didn't get me a whole pack as a courting gift, babe."

"I'm not an Alpha," Boyd pointed out dryly.

Erica rolled her eyes and pulled him close enough to kiss. "You are forgiven."

"Okay," Stiles nodded slowly. "Digesting that. Let's move on. Peter, take the floor."

"London," Peter said after a moment. "My suggestion is London. That way, you can make Jackson and Ethan part of the pack too. We would have distance, a fresh start in a country where all of us speak the language and I still have my old contacts. The pack that took Jackson and Ethan in, the Hayes Pack, has been close to the Hale Pack for many decades. They would take us in, help us find our footing and establish our own territory within the city. We'd have help."

Chris hummed and rested his chin on Stiles' shoulder, enjoying the way his boy leaned back into him. The plan was good. Peter had thought of enough angles to make it a reasonable solution.

"I'm not moving this pack to England without everyone's input," Chris said. "I want this pack to be democratic. I want everyone's opinion to matter, especially on important decisions like this."

"I'm all in for London," Erica twisted to look at Boyd. "That sounds awesome, right?"

"I don't really care," Boyd shrugged but pulled Erica close. "If Erica wants to go, I'm in."

"I was already ready to move to France with you before you became an Alpha," Isaac pointed out. "You're… all I have left. I'll follow you anywhere."

The pup's earnestness made Chris' heart ache and he reached a hand out to squeeze Isaac's neck. Noah heaved a sigh and leaned back against the couch. His eyes were on Stiles and Chris.

"I already talked about this with Peter, Stiles and Derek," Noah locked eyes with Chris. "I filed for early retirement. I'm going where my family is going."

Chris smiled a little at how much Peter was preening at these words. Smitten wolf. Well. Chris was apparently no longer in a position to tease, considering he found himself very smitten with a Stilinski too. He turned his head enough to press a gentle kiss to Stiles' neck. His.

"I came back to Beacon Hills to help guide Scott," Derek sighed. "I think I did all I can. He has betas of his own, a beta he turned himself. He's… doing well. I never meant to stay."

"Then it's decided," Chris nodded, pleased. "The Hale Pack moves to London."

"Shouldn't it be the Argent Pack?" Erica questioned, looking at her Alpha.

Chris shrugged a little. "Not too much about my family I can be proud of. Not a name that should be carried into werewolf society like that, I'd say. The Hale Pack is a name that holds weight and if Derek and Peter don't mind, I would like for our pack to carry the name, considering it includes two of only three surviving members of the Hale family and considering it… consists of exclusively former members of the Hale Pack, aside from myself."

"I'd like that," Peter whispered softly, a sad smile on his lips.

Derek nodded, his arms crossed and a melancholic expression on his face. Chris breathed in relief. He had his pack. He had his mate. He had a plan. He could do this.

/break\

It was good that the Stilinski-Hale family had already prepared; packing up the most important belongings, filing for retirement and school transfers, calling ahead to the London packs. Chris, Boyd, Erica and Isaac helped them pack up the rest of the house, things that would come with them and things they were ready to part with (mostly furniture). Though Chris never strayed far enough to lose sight of Stiles. Whenever Stiles was in another room, the Alpha would rumble displeased. It was kinda cute, until Stiles needed to use the bathroom, then it started being a bit annoying.

Still, together their pack did good and quick work, Peter had already arranged for a company to come and pick everything up that would need to be shipped overseas, including the Jeep. There was a large round of goodbyes with the McCall Pack and Melissa, a lot of tears. The sheriff station threw Noah a big party that both packs attended and it was beautiful and sad at the same time.

Before they left for London, they went to the graveyard together to say their final goodbyes. Claudia Stilinski. Allison Argent. Alicia Boyd. Camden and Daphne Lahey. The Hale family mausoleum. This town was painted red in the blood of their loved ones and it was time to leave.

In London, they were allowed to stay in a guest house owned by the local packs for now. It had the purpose of housing supernatural refugees and those who had just moved to London and were still finding their footing. It was a nice enough place and gave them the time to hunt for the perfect house. Or rather mansion, because one thing the Hales insisted on was a pack house and Stiles quite liked that idea too. The whole pack living together. Especially with their broken backgrounds, having the pack together would be good for them all.

Jackson and Ethan had received a call ahead and warning from Stiles but when the whole pack stood before their apartment, the two wolves still seemed surprised. It was weird, Stiles never thought he'd voluntarily hug Jackson Whittemore, but the moment he saw the wolf, he wrapped himself tightly around the other and didn't let go for several minutes. Jackson had become his best friend, the one person Stiles felt like he could talk about the Nogitsune about. Not just because of the similar experience with the kanima but also because Jackson hadn't been there. Everyone else had fought so hard to bring him back, to save him, and Stiles felt so unfathomably guilty for not feeling saved, for not being okay, that he couldn't talk about this with any of them.

And now, finally, after weeks of packing, moving, house hunting, the Hale Pack was moving into their own place. It was huge, with a beautiful backyard, close to a forest for the wolves to enjoy the full moon runs. A big kitchen that Stiles, Boyd and Peter immediately fell in love with. It had been a while since Stiles last cooked. He'd been so holed up with his pain, Peter had been throwing the household lately. For the first time in months, Stiles felt itchy to cook.

The first shared meal in their new pack house, all three of them cooked together. After all, there were eight wolves and two humans to be fed so they needed a lot of food. Stiles had forgotten how much fun it was to cook together with someone like that. It reminded him of his mom, but in a good, warm way. In a way that made him look forward to the future.

"This is fantastic," Ethan's mouth was stuffed full with the eclairs Boyd had made for dessert.

"Thanks," Boyd mustered a small grin, always a little shy about praise.

"My man has talent!" Erica leaned over Boyd's lap to look at Ethan, always ready to be proud of Boyd for him. "He's so gonna go to culinary school after high school and we're gonna open like our own bakery or something, maybe a café. Call it the Silver Moon."

"I will be a regular for sure," Ethan stole an eclair off Jackson's plate.

"Hey," Jackson growled in warning at his boyfriend.

"You love me, share your dessert with me," Ethan shrugged unapologetic.

Before he had a chance to eat the whole thing did Jackson grab his wrist and bite half of it off. "I love you half an eclair's worth. These things are amazing."

Stiles snorted softly and finished his own last eclair. He blinked surprised when Chris put another eclair onto Stiles' plate without looking at the boy. Somehow, in the context of Ethan and Jackson's banter, the action made Stiles blush intensely. He took the eclair though.

/break\

Stiles wasn't okay. Peter hadn't been exaggerating there. For the most part, he acted normal, snarky and loud, not allowing himself to be left behind by the betas. But he kept waking up screaming at night, trying to claw his way out of his nightmare. Chris was right there next to his mate, pulling him into a tight, safe hug, soothing him back into calmness and reality.

"Your wolf really settled you with a lot of work there," Stiles whispered sullenly.

He was curled together on Chris' chest, nose buried in the Alpha's collarbone. Chris gave a soft displeased growl at his mate's words, his arms around Stiles tightening some. He tilted his face to press a kiss to the top of Stiles' head. The boy's fingers were curled tightly into Chris' shirt.

"My wolf didn't settle me with you, doll," Chris ran his hands over Stiles' sides, trying to warm his boy up and scent mark him at the same time. "You are the perfect Alpha Mate to our pack. You are perfect for me. What you went through… would have broken most other people, but you survived it. I've been taught to compartmentalize my pain, forced to push through it, to not let it get to me. But I know you still see through it. I know when you seek me out to comfort me, baby. Don't think I haven't noticed. So let me comfort you and do not call yourself a burden on me, okay?"

Stiles' breath hitched a little, making Chris snort softly. So his boy had really thought he was being sneaky when he'd cuddle up to Chris every time the loss hit Chris too hard and he lost himself a little. The physical contact to his mate made it better, grounded him. Anchored him.

"I love you, Stiles," Chris pressed a kiss to Stiles' temple. "Whole. Your strength and fierceness as much as the pain you have to deal with. This pack, we're all… We're all broken in our own ways, we've all dealt with loss. And now we built something beautiful together, from all our broken pieces. You are no different than any of us there, baby. I know it feels that way, we all feel that way when the grief hits too hard. But that's what I'm here for, to remind you that you aren't too much, that your pain and grief doesn't define you. That you are still loved."

Stiles tilted his head enough to get a proper kiss from Chris. "Thank you. For everything."

/break\

"You lose, Stepwolf," Stiles smirked as he put Peter's king in checkmate.

The wolf glowered at him. As always when he lost. Sometimes Stiles wondered why Peter even bothered playing chess with him (to improve at the game so he could take on Noah, which Stiles thought was honestly kind of adorable). The smirk slipped from his lips when a shudder wrecked him. Today was a cold day, even though it was the height of summer. Isaac from the other couch threw a hoodie at Stiles without even looking up from his book and Stiles smiled faintly as he slipped it on. It was one of Boyd's. Very big, very warm, smelt like both Boyd and Erica (because Erica also liked to steal it for the very big and very warm).

"You are out of your mind, Jacks," Erica complained as the door opened.

Stiles, Peter and Isaac looked up to watch the two mated pairs enter the pack house. Boyd and Ethan were carrying more shopping bags than would be humanly possible while their respective partners argued with each other about something. To everyone's horror, Erica and Jackson had actually hit it off hard and grown to become near inseparable. Especially when it came to shopping.

"I'm not. I'm right. You just don't have taste," Jackson huffed annoyed.

Both Boyd and Ethan had the wisdom of not speaking up at all, like they hoped their partners wouldn't notice them and wouldn't drag them into the argument. It was honestly kind of funny to watch. Somehow, that kept happening and it had forged a soft of friendship between Boyd and Ethan too. Shuddering again, Stiles burrowed deeper into the hoodie and decided to seek a better source of heat. Also to not get dragged into the argument either, because Erica and Jackson had 'shared custody' over him as their best friend so more often than not, they decided to have him settle their arguments. He really didn't have the energy for that right now.

He found his mate upstairs in the man's large office. Argent Arms still operated in the states too but Chris ran it from London now. He wasn't on the phone or a video call right now so Stiles had no qualms sneaking in (they had a strict 'do not disturb' rule when Chris was on the phone or a video call ever since Stiles might have accidentally made out with his mate with an audience. He hadn't realized Chris was on a video call and Chris was very quickly distracted by Stiles' mouth to forget too. Neither of them wanted a repeat performance of that).

"Hey, baby," Chris didn't look up from his papers. "Need something?"

"Mh," Stiles hummed and walked over, pulling Chris' chair with Chris on him away from the desk enough so he could climb into his mate's lap. "Warmth."

Chris sighed softly and pulled Stiles close against his chest. "That good, or do you need more?"

Closing his eyes, Stiles snuggled against Chris' chest, soaking up that Alpha werewolf warmth. The betas already ran warm, but Alphas were even better. The chill that seemed to settle all the way in his bones eased off some the longer he got to soak in his mate's body-heat.

"That's good. You can continue working," Stiles mumbled sleepily. "I might nap some."

"Sure thing, kitten," Chris chuckled, earning a displeased grunt from Stiles. "You don't get to protest. You climb into my lap to nap and demand attention. You're a cat, Stiles."

Stiles didn't have the energy to argue with his mate. Chris was warm and comfortable and safe, exactly what Stiles craved. He knew he was doing better these days. He sought out what he needed when he felt like he needed some form of comfort or support, he… dealt with his issues. He relied on his pack for help, in a way he never had before. He'd always shouldered his own grief alone, not wanting to burden others with it. Thinking he had to push through on his own. With his mate and their pack, Stiles was slowly learning to rely on others. To allow himself to be weak. Ask for help.

/break\

For six months, Chris had been courting Stiles now. Gifts, flowers, food. Especially food. Chris' wolf demanded he show his mate what a good hunter he was. The first time he'd brought a dead deer home and presented it to his boy, Stiles had looked absolutely mortified. He'd still turned it into a delicious dinner that the two of them shared that night though.

Six months. Six months of courting, of proving himself to his mate (and his mate's father, who had really needed the time to come to terms with the fact that his son was dating a man more than twice his age). They'd had a huge, beautiful mating ceremony two days ago in their backyard. Marge Cotton, the Emissary of the Hayes pack, officiated the ceremony in her function as a Druid and as an ordained minister thanks to the internet. The whole McCall Pack had been flown in and, much to Chris' horror, a small army of Polish relatives, from his mother's side of the family. Stiles' uncle with his wife and two children came from Austin. Stiles' very stern and intimidating grandfather came from Bochnia together with his siblings, including his brother's entire family at which point all Chris could do was nod because second-cousins-trice removed were a bit much and all he wanted to focus on was his mate. Chris had to promise to come to Poland with Stiles.

Scott, Jackson and Erica fought about who got to be Stiles' best man, until Stiles picked his dad just to not cause a war between them. Peter was Chris' best man. The ceremony had been stunning but not as stunning as Chris' husband. It was everything Chris had wanted his first wedding to be, but the arranged marriage with Victoria had been more a business transaction for both parties than anything else. This? This was filled with laughter and love. The only thing missing was Allison.

And after the wedding, Chris got to whisk his mate away to their honeymoon. He'd chosen Paris. The city where he had become an Alpha. If not for that, he might have never dared tell Stiles about his feelings. He might have never even seen his boy again, settling into Paris with a new pack for Isaac and never looking back to Beacon Hills. All his life, Chris had been taught that the bite was a death sentence, but for the first time in years, Chris felt alive again. Not just because of the matebond. His pack was the family he had always longed for and he had learned to live with his wolf, to enjoy the perks of strength and enhanced senses, to relish in the pack runs.

Though after their flight and drive to the hotel, they only managed to check in and then collapse on the bed together, falling asleep in minutes. The wedding preparations and the ceremony itself had been incredibly exhausting and Chris felt like he could sleep for days now. Sleep peacefully in the knowledge that Stiles truly, officially was his now. His mate and his husband.

"Good morning, Mister Stilinski," Stiles whispered softly as he leaned over Chris.

A grin spread over Chris' lips as he pulled Stiles into a kiss. He liked the sound of that. The name Argent held so much pain and grief for him and also loomed as a horrible legacy above his head, now that he was a part of the supernatural world in this way. Every wolf knew the name Argent. So Chris had talked to both Noah and Stiles about taking their name. Christopher Stilinski. Their pack was now officially known as the Stilinski Hale Pack, to reflect its Alpha Pair too. Peter, as the only true Stilinski Hale (having proposed to Noah three months ago), was being particularly smug about it. Chris couldn't find it in himself to be anything but amused by that.

"Mornin', kitten," Chris grabbed Stiles by the neck to pull him into another kiss. "There is something I have wanted to do to you for months now."

Stiles yelped a little as he was rolled over and pinned onto the bed by his husband. Stiles stared up at him with those big doe-eyes, the prey tackled down by the wolf. With a pleased rumble did Chris lean down and capture Stiles' lips in another kiss, hungry and filled with lust. His hands wandered under Stiles' shirt – well, Chris' shirt that Stiles had stolen to sleep in – and his fingers found the boy's sensitive nipples, teasing them until Stiles was whining and moaning.

"Such pretty noises you make," Chris murmured in approval, kissing down Stiles' neck.

He tore himself off of Stiles long enough to strip them both down. A pleased smirk spread over his lips when he saw the raw lust in his mate's face and smelt the sweetness of Stiles' arousal while the boy ran his eyes over Chris' body. Sitting up, Stiles let his hands follow his eyes' path, running his fingers through gray chest-hair, over hard abs and down to cup the man's impressive cock.

"I really very desperately want that inside me," Stiles whispered into Chris' ear. "But first I want to get my mouth on it, okay? I have been thinking about that, quite frankly, for years."

Chris laughed and allowed his husband to push him back onto the bed. Sprawling out, Chris folded his arms behind his head and watched how eagerly his mate wrapped those plush lips around Chris' cock and swallowed as much of it as physically possible. A low moan escaped Chris when that clever tongue went to work. It was maybe a little clumsy from lack of experience, but damn did Stiles make up for that with pure enthusiasm. He feasted on Chris' cock like it was his last meal and Chris was more than happy to be devoured whole by that pretty mouth.

"Kitten," Chris moaned and bucked up. "Kitten, I'm about to-"

With another moan did he come, stuffing Stiles' cheeks with cum. The boy swallowed as much as he could hungrily and then licked all he had spilled off Chris with what could only be described as little kitten-licks. Truly like a cat that got the cream. Chris snorted at the mental image.

"I thought you wanted my cock somewhere else too," Chris whispered against Stiles' lips.

"Werewolf stamina," Stiles' eyes shone brightly. "I hear from Erica that it is good for more than fighting so let's test that theory. Let's see if you can keep up with me, old man."

"You are not too old for a spanking, brat," Chris warned.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," Stiles' smirk was mischief and trouble.

Huffing, Chris pulled Stiles onto his lap to straddle it. "Another time, baby."

Stiles' eyes sparkled eagerly at the promise while Chris pulled his cheeks apart to tease his hole. While Chris opened Stiles up, Stiles worked Chris' cock over to get the Alpha hard again. When Chris was four fingers deep in Stiles, teasing the boy's prostate until there were pretty tears of despair clinging onto long lashes, did he have Stiles' cockiness reduced to begging.

"Please, please fuck me, I need your cock, Alpha," Stiles whined, baring his throat.

Chris' eyes flashed at the use of his title and it only got him an even more desperate whine from his boy. Using his werewolf strength, Chris easily lifted Stiles off his lap and spread Stiles out on the bed, taking his spot between those pale thighs.

"Let's see if you can keep up with me, baby," Chris whispered, low and promising.

He slowly pushed into his boy and that set the pace of their fucking. As much as his wolf wanted to pound into his mate, fuck and claim him hard, Chris wanted to draw their first time out, savoring every drag of his cock against the tight ring of muscles, every sweet sound Stiles made. And the werewolf stamina did help. He fucked his boy for hours, until all Stiles knew was 'please' and 'Alpha'. Only then, when his mate came fully undone for him, did Chris make Stiles come and followed his mate over the edge. They both collapsed in each other's arms breathlessly, together.

So much had been taken from Chris, but he had managed to build something beautiful from the broken pieces of not just his own life. He pressed a kiss to Stiles' temple, grateful for what he had.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: All typos are yours today, you can keep them, I did not reread this before posting. I listerally finished wirting it two minutes ago. That 20k I wrote last week was a little too unexpected, I am slightly behind on uh everything :D Still liked what this turned into and included everything I wanted it to have, but yeah, no editing, we die like Allison (sorry, Allison)