West Coast Wolves, a teen wolf fanfic

Teen Wolf || Stetaliopher || Teen Wolf || West Coast Wolves || Teen Wolf || Stetaliopher || Teen Wolf

Title: West Coast Wolves – A Fresh Start and a Second Chance

Tags: m/m/m/m, polyamory, Neckz 'n Throats AU, Pack Alpha Peter, Spark Stiles, Nogitsune Stiles, post-Nogitsune, Daddy Kink, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, double penetration, f/f, m/f

Main Pairing: Deucalion/Chris/Peter/Stiles

Side Pairings: Boyd/Erica, Braeden/Marin, Ennis/Kali

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Deucalion Blackwood, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Malia Tate, Ethan Steiner, Aiden Steiner, Kali, Ennis, Braeden, Marin Morrell

Summary: Chris and Peter move to Los Angeles to open a new branch of Neckz 'n Throat at the West Coast and to be closer to their new lovers. They have to figure out how things between them and Deucalion and Stiles will work from hereon out.

West Coast Wolves

A Fresh Start and a Second Chance

Part 1: Communication is Key

"You're fidgeting again, love."

"Shut up," Stiles raised his chin and did not look at his husband. "I'm totally chill."

Deucalion laughed amused and wrapped an arm around Stiles' waist to draw him close enough so he could nuzzle into Stiles' neck. Stiles continued bouncing on the balls of his feet and playing with the sleeves of his hoodie. The hoodie string had found its way between his lips and Deucalion could not tear his eyes away from that pretty pink mouth sucking on the plastic end.

"You're having naughty thoughts again, love," Stiles countered, not even looking up at him.

"I am, as you would say, 'totally chill'," Deucalion argued playfully, pulling Stiles close enough to press a kiss to his head. "I do wonder how you can always tell. Kitsune don't have a special sense of smell and you weren't even looking at me."

"My Deuc sense was tingling," Stiles grinned mischievously, before he rolled his eyes. "You're squeezing my ass. Your hands always magically wander down there when you get horny while hugging me. A true mystery. Very hard to deduce."

Blinking slowly, Deucalion leaned back to look at his hand, spread out on Stiles' ass. He had not even realized that was happening, last he checked, that hand was socially acceptably curled around Stiles' waist. Flushing in embarrassment, he moved it back up to said waist.

"I apologize," Deucalion cleared his throat, feeling a bit flustered. "The wolf likes to touch and claim, sometimes I act on instinct when it comes to you…"

"I'm aware," Stiles raised both his eyebrows, offering his husband the most amused and fond smile. "I didn't say it bothered me."

Deucalion huffed amused and shook his head. Before he could comment any further did he finally spot the people they were waiting for. Peter was carrying two suitcases, looking extremely agitated. Understandably so, airports were some of the most beloathed places for most werewolves. So much noise, so many smells and too many people to distinguish. It made the wolf feel caged and threatened. As soon as Peter laid eyes on them, his face eased into a pleased smile and he turned toward his own husband to alert Christopher.

Chris wasn't even given time to put down his own suitcase before Stiles fully launched himself at him. The boy collided with him, arms around Chris' neck. With a pleased noise did Stiles wrap his legs around Chris' waist to hold on and Chris had no other option than to drop the damn suitcase so he could hold onto Stiles. Before he or Peter had a chance to say hello did he get kissed within an inch of his life. When they parted, he was panting. Deucalion watched them closely, yet he found himself lacking jealousy. That hooded-eyed look on Stiles' face, his lips red and slick with spit and pulled into a happy smile, he loved to see his husband like that.

"Hello, daddy. I missed you," Stiles grinned, his fingers running through Chris' hair and then down through his beard.

Chris laughed softly. "I missed you too, baby."

"Daddy," someone complained in the background. "That is so much more than I ever wanted to know about your sex-life. Gross."

Stiles peeked over Chris' shoulders, his eyes widening. "Isaac!"

Deucalion shook his head fondly as he looked at his husband one last time before turning his attention to his wolf. Peter stood right before him and seemed just a little hesitant, like he wasn't sure what greeting was appropriate. Deucalion felt similar. Not everyone could be as all out as Stiles. This whole situation was new and still very awkward; they'd had a partner swap afternoon and agreed they were interested in more, but then Peter and Chris left for New York again. Over the past six months, they'd talked plenty on the phone and texted with each other, but this was the first time they saw each other in person and Deucalion seemed to be not the only one unsure where they stood. Encouraged by Stiles' enthusiastic and passionate greeting of Chris, Deucalion reached out to grab Peter by the neck and pull him into a kiss.

"Hello, my wolf," Deucalion whispered against Peter's lips. "You have been missed too."

"Good," Peter sounded genuinely relieved, a hand clawed into Deucalion's shirt. "So have you."

By the time the two of them turned their attention to the rest, Stiles was already in the process of being smothered by Peter's betas. Deucalion recognized Boyd and Erica from their last visit, but the boy enthusiastically identified as Isaac and another girl were new faces to Deucalion. Peter rested a hand on Deucalion's lower back to push him closer toward the pack.

"You remember Boyd and Erica. And these are our other betas, and our kids, Isaac and Malia."

"Kids?" Deucalion raised both eyebrows and looked between Peter and Chris.

"Yeah, Chris found this one in a dumpster in a dark alley thought he was the cutest puppy at the shelter so he adopted him," Stiles declared with a broad grin. "He was… We used to be pack too."

Deucalion could see past the broad grin, could see the anguish that talking about his old pack usually brought with it for Stiles. Reaching out, he pulled Stiles close enough to kiss his temple.

"And this is…" Peter made a complicated face. "You remember I told you about Corinne, yes? It… turns out that when she broke up and vanished, she was pregnant. She gave our daughter up for adoption and we only met when Malia was sixteen."

Deucalion's eyes widened. Before their relationship, Peter used to have mostly flings. Because his high school sweetheart broke his heart by leaving him after graduation. Corinne. Turning toward Malia, Deucalion looked closely at the girl and he was oddly charmed by every trait of Peter's that he recognized in her. Peter had a daughter. And Chris had a son. That seemed to complicate things considerably, in Deucalion's mind.

"Damn, these Hales have insanely strong pretty genes," Stiles commented with a whistle. "The whole family's just drop-dead gorgeous, huh? Nice to meet you, I'm Stiles."

"You're having sex with my fathers," Malia nodded, but shook his hand.

"You don't sound like you want to skin me alive, so I am counting that as a win," Stiles grinned.

Malia shrugged, shouldering her backpack. "I don't care what they do with whom. That's their business. I just want food right now. The flight was too long and the food on board wasn't good."

"Agreed," Erica groaned and leaned heavily onto her mate, kissing Boyd's cheek while doing so.

"Well then," Deucalion cleared his throat. "How about we go somewhere to eat? Food's on me."

"I like the sound of that," Isaac grinned and grabbed his bags. "Let's go."

/break\

Stiles had to admit he was a little intimidated by Malia when Peter first declared she was his daughter. He'd known about Isaac, had been there when Chris adopted the brat. But another kid that was Stiles' age? And he had no frame of reference how her relationship to Peter or Chris was. What if Peter was the kind of dad who really cared about his kid's opinion and then Malia hated Stiles or the idea of her dad dating a guy her age and then this whole maybe potential perhaps relationship was sinking already? But Malia was super chill, seemed to like him and took the whole foursome thing in stride.

Isaac kept being a little shit about it, making gagging sounds every time Stiles as much as looked at Chris (which, of course, only fueled Stiles' own little-shit-nature so he had to straddle Chris' lap in the restaurant and kiss him filthily on the mouth. If not for the two powerful and intimidating Alpha werewolves, they would have probably been thrown out of the restaurant. Stiles loved abusing Deuc's power, status and intimidating nature to get away with shit and now Stiles got two Alphas to do that. Stiles was winning all around).

Peter had already rented a house beforehand, furnished so his pack could just move in. After dinner, Deuc and Stiles dropped them off there and now Stiles felt in this weird limbo of not knowing what to do next. Because now Chris and Peter were actually in LA, living just twenty minutes away from them. Technically, Stiles could go and see them whenever he wanted. But that would be too much and too pushy and weird, because he did want to see them right away, at all times. This was all so new and so weird and so different.

Dating one person was something Stiles had experience in. Dating multiple people? Not so much. Dating a married couple? Even less so. Especially since he still also had his own husband. He had no idea what to do with whom how often when and how. He wanted them, desperately so, but he also didn't want to come off as too clingy or needy. He didn't want to annoy them into changing their mind about this whole relationship thing.

He'd just jumped and kissed Chris at the airport. He didn't even know if that had been okay. The two had had sex once, half a year ago, he didn't know if public affection, or affection in front of his pack, were things Chris was comfortable with or even wanted. This whole four person thing was complicated, not everyone was going to be accepting of it, maybe Chris and Peter wanted to just keep it in the bedroom, where nobody would judge or care. Maybe Stiles had crossed a line and made them uncomfortable and most like had made it worse in the restaurant.

"Will you tell me why you're feeling anxious, my little demon fox?"

Stiles blinked confused and looked up at Deuc. He noted how dark it had gotten around Stiles, how the shadows were licking outward in nine distinct shapes. Ooops. Whenever he was too much in his head, he tended to lose focus and thus control of the fox. It was too much power to easily be contained, it always required a certain amount of his attention and if his ADHD let his attention wander too far for too long, the fox tended to show.

There was a concerned frown creasing Deucalion's eyebrows as he reached out to brush his fingers through Stiles' hair. Making a soft, fox-like clicking noise in the back of his throat, Stiles bumped up into the hand, encouraging Deuc to give him more pets.

"It's nothing. I'm just in my head," Stiles shook his head and then got off the ground.

There was a very large, very comfortable pillow right below the window in Deucalion's office, because Stiles liked to nap in the sun sometimes. Especially on the cold days. Deucalion pulled him into his arms and into a gentle kiss right away.

"I'm meeting Peter for lunch. Introducing him to the local important people in the business, so he can make connections of his own, establish the new branch of Neckz 'n Throats," Deucalion informed him. "I would love to bring you along, but it's a business meeting…"

"You are allowed to spend time alone with Peter," Stiles reassured him with a smile, pecking Deuc's lips one more time. "Besides, I gotta go and terrorize the twins anyway. I'll see you tonight."

/break\

Peter had been overly nervous about this move. He'd put so much time and attention into it in the past four months since they truly got to properly plan it, after discussing and ironing everything out with Laura first. She'd been thrilled, after all, she had been pushing for this for a while.

There was Deuc, of course. Peter's first real love. The man he thought he'd lost forever, just to be granted a second chance by the fates and by Deuc's benevolent husband (and his own equally benevolent husband). The sex had been spectacular, but it had been one afternoon. How were things supposed to go if Peter and Chris actually lived in LA?

How were they supposed to fit? He knew how he had fit with Deucalion back in the day, but he was well-aware that they were both not these people anymore. Life had shaped them differently. their apartment and Peter's misjudgment of how much of that had been Stiles had shown that.

And then there was Stiles. And Christopher, for that matter. It wasn't just that Peter got to reunite with Deuc, they both had their husbands, who had fit very well together too, but how did they fit in with Deuc and Peter? He was well-aware that Chris was doing this for Peter's sake, and because this way Chris was getting Stiles. But was that going to be enough to let Chris and Deucalion tolerate each other and let each other indulge in their respective husband?

Stiles himself was a mystery to Peter. He knew of Chris' little obsession and he knew Stiles' professional reputation, but the boy himself, as a person, was an unknown. A very pretty and tempting unknown, but an unknown nonetheless.

Not all his fretting was about the potential relationship awaiting him in Los Angeles though.

Splitting his pack from Laura's pack was causing him some stress and PTSD episodes. He wasn't losing his family, he wasn't breaking his bonds to Laura, Derek, Cora and the rest of Laura's pack that had grown over the years and with the firm. It wasn't a violent or hostile parting, the bonds went dormant. But the bonds going dormant with him leaving his familial pack still felt like an echo of losing his family, of his pack bonds to his mother and Talia and Aaron and Damon and Fiona and Jason and Sloan breaking one by one as his family was taken by the flames.

He also hadn't been territory Alpha in many years. Yes, he'd inherited the Alpha spark after Talia's death and he had taken the pups in back then, but when Laura grew older and more responsible, he had passed the Hale Spark onto her. It was always supposed to be hers, after all. It just wasn't meant to happen that way.

Circumstances had led to him becoming an Alpha again, in defense of his pack. Him and Laura had made it work, Peter had gathered a small sub-pack of his own, his turned betas, his mate and their children. But that was the limit of his Alpha responsible, his family. He hadn't had to worry about territory, diplomacy and pack politics in years at that point. Los Angeles meant he would have to be an Alpha representing his pack and claiming his own territory again.

Deucalion had offered him help, as soon as Peter had expressed concerns about this three months ago. Deucalion had made arrangements that within the first week of their pack staying in Los Angeles, Peter and Chris would meet every Alpha in the city to get acquainted. Even before the pack moved, Deucalion had reached out to the Alphas to help Peter negotiate a territory, see who was willing to move their territory lines and where Peter would be able to buy a place for his pack.

Which meant now Peter's pack had to adjust to the new territory, to the new environment, to the new other packs around them and play nice. Historically speaking, Peter's pack wasn't very good at playing nice. Erica and Isaac were a duo of menaces, the bane of his existence (he adored them both). Malia, having spent nearly half her life feral in full-shift, was still at times struggling with human society and societal norms. And Peter was Peter. The only ones good at these things were Chris and their Right Hand Boyd.

The final part Peter was stressing about was work itself. New York was established, they had their regular guest models and photographers, they had their reputation, he had his network of contacts. Los Angeles was all new, starting from… well, not from scratch because they still were a branch of the most successful and well-respected modeling agency and magazine in the states and beyond. Yet it was still an awkward adjustment phase ahead of them, where they had to figure out how things were going to go here. Peter didn't quite like that.

"You did good, my wolf."

Peter felt himself melt at those words and the firm hand in his neck. Deucalion offered him a smile and drew him in close enough to gently kiss him. They'd gone through seven meetings this noon and afternoon. It was well-past eight PM now. Peter was physically and socially exhausted.

"Thank you," Peter leaned against Deucalion, drawing from the other Alpha's strength. "For everything. Helping me find a place for my pack, negotiating with the other Alphas, arranging these meetings for the business."

"Anything for you, my love," Deucalion's earnestness wrecked Peter. "And you are. I know we have been… dancing around all of this while you were still in New York, not wanting to put pressure or expectations on something that we didn't know when we'd get it. But you are my love."

Suddenly, all of Peter's worries and concerns seemed so insignificant and small in the face of Deucalion's love and support. Whatever unknowns he still had to face, he did so with the certainty that he had Deucalion. He grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him into a deep, tender kiss.

/break\

Moving was already exhausting enough if one didn't have a whole pack to manage. Chris hadn't accounted for the pup-wrangling, or the responsibilities that came with being an Alpha Pair and moving their pack to a new location. He was quietly grateful for Deucalion's guidance and help during all of this, because Chris was painfully aware of how little help he was to his mate. He was only human, he lacked the instincts, the impact, the connections. If anything, his presence made these things worse, because the name Argent carried a lot of weight and it wasn't good weight. It was the kind of weight that dragged you to the bottom of the ocean and tried to drown you.

Two weeks into their new life in Los Angeles, they had taken care of the most important things and were settling in well. Everything was still more or less half-done – the house, the new Neckz 'n Throats building, the to-do lists on Chris and Peter's phones – but things were going. It was ready enough that they had decided to invite the Blackwood Pack over to show them the studios. The plan was a shoot with Peter and Stiles, as the first issue of their new studios. Though before the shoot, they would have some canapes and champagne to celebrate the new location.

The moment the doors opened and the Blackwood Pack entered, Chris straightened up and couldn't help smile. He'd been looking forward to this, to seeing Stiles again. The past two weeks had been so very busy and last weekend, when Peter and Chris would have been able to make the time, Stiles and Deucalion had been away for a shoot for two days already. The whole point of living in Los Angeles was that Chris would get to see, touch and kiss his boy more, damn it.

When Stiles walked into the studio, he aimed an unsure smile at Chris and… waved. Chris furrowed his brows at that. The way his boy had run up to him and just jumped him at the airport had been so overwhelming, in the best sense. Now, Stiles seemed near distant. Was something wrong? Had something happened? Chris stepped up to the other pack, toward Stiles.

"Everything okay, baby?" Chris asked softly.

"I, uh. Yeah," Stiles frowned at him, ducking his head a little.

"Not as enthusiastic a greeting as last time," Isaac noted dryly. "He has learned restraint."

"Shut up," Stiles' words had more heat than usual. "I'm just being normal, okay."

Kali made a curious noise, regarding him for a moment before she pulled her mate toward the canapes. There was something she had seen there that Chris didn't see and he hated that at this point in their lives, this woman knew his boy better than Chris did. The couple was quickly followed by the rest of their pack and then Boyd and Erica nudged Malia and Isaac to join them, like everyone took the cue to give the four of them a moment of pretend privacy.

"Dear," Deucalion heaved a sigh and laid an arm around Stiles' waist. "Is that what had you so distracted and anxious lately? You should have told me, dearest."

"I wasn't anxious, nothing is wrong, everything's fine. Why is everyone making such a big deal out of this?" Stiles looked annoyed. "It was just a perfectly normal greeting."

"Darling, I barely know you and even I can tell that this wasn't normal," Peter commented dryly. "It was awkward, at best. And stands in stark contrast to how you practically climbed my husband when we were at the airport. Deuc, what's the matter here?"

"This beautiful and amazing creature," Deucalion tugged Stiles a little closer for emphasis. "Is under the wrongful impression that he is 'a bit much' and might be too much for some people. My best guess is that he has been overthinking the way he greeted you at the airport."

Stiles gave his husband the most withering glare Chris had seen in years. How much he'd missed his boy. It were Deucalion's words that confused and concerned Chris. Tilting his head, he stepped up to Stiles and reached out to take the boy's hand, gently pulling him closer. It spoke volumes that Deucalion actually let go of Stiles so he could step up to Chris, though Stiles did so reluctantly.

"I just…" Stiles wasn't meeting Chris' eyes. "I mean, we never really talked about any of that. Kissing, much less PDA, in front of the pack or… in broad public and I… I didn't want to come off too strong or make you uncomfortable or…"

"Or make me think you're 'too much'?" Chris whispered with a concerned frown. "You're right, we haven't talked about any of this. We should have. Let me rectify that: I want to kiss you, every time I look at you, I want to kiss you. And the way you greeted me at the airport actually really… made me feel reassured, because part of me was worried you might have changed your mind in the past six months. That texting was one thing, but the reality of a physical relationship would be too intimidating, especially considering that you're a prominent public figure. But then you jumped me and kissed me and it made me realize that you do want me."

This time, Stiles actually looked up to meet his eyes. Those beautiful doe-eyes were so wide and so bright when he looked at Chris, long lashes framing them so prettily. Reaching up, Chris cupped Stiles' face, gently rubbing soft cheeks before pulling Stiles into a kiss.

"I want you," Chris spoke firmly. "And I love your enthusiasm, kitten."

Stiles' pupils blew at the new petname and Chris made a mental note of it. He'd been thinking about it since he had had the boy on his lap in Deucalion and Stiles' apartment. Such a needy little kitten, rubbing himself against Chris. Not a day had passed that Chris hadn't thought about that.

"Okay," Stiles whispered, sounding relieved. "So… I can…?"

Chris nodded enthusiastically and the next moment, Stiles wrapped his arms around him to pull him into a deep, long kiss, tongue pushing into Chris' mouth and challenging him, but when Chris met the challenge, his boy beautifully submitted and let Chris devour him whole.

"Perhaps," Deucalion spoke up when the kiss between Chris and Stiles ended. "We should talk more about what we want out of this and what we are comfortable with. As I've learned when you were last in Los Angeles, keeping emotions bottled in can boil over in a bad way and it might hurt the people we love the most. If that's the case for a two person relationship, then I'd say it applies to… whatever this is too."

Chris looked at the man and nodded seriously. "I agree, I think… all of us… need to communicate better. I didn't really broadcast the fact that I was unsure where we stood either, after all."

"Wonderful," Peter sounded overly cheerful. "So, to communicate what I want: The twink down to his underwear and draped over my lap. How does that sound?"

"It sounds like something I really didn't need to hear," Isaac called out from the food table.

"I was talking about the photoshoot that we're all here for," Peter gasped indignantly.

"Yeah, right," Braeden muttered unimpressed and grabbed another canape. "I really don't know how you put up with that one, Argent. Professionally, I mean. Well, personally too."

"Fucking him within an inch of his life makes up for the headaches he gives me at work."

"Really did not need to hear this," Isaac complained.

"I do need to hear this, actually," Stiles argued. "In great detail, perhaps with a demonstration."

"Let's keep this… somewhat… professional," Deucalion requested in exasperation.

"We are going to drape the barely-clothed twink over Peter's lap though," Chris argued. "I'm unsure just how professional that's going to go, all parties involved considered."

/break\

Stiles looked lovely sprawled out on Peter's lap like that, in nothing but his tight, black briefs and an unbuttoned, dark-red dress-shirt. The shirt was Peter's, so it didn't fully fit Stiles, showing off that it wasn't the boy's. Stiles was on his back, upper torso and head on Peter's lap, tilted sideways to bare his throat to the camera, big doe-eyes staring up at Peter. He had his legs drawn close to his body, one propped up, the other laying on the couch, effectively spreading his legs. Creamy white, dotted with moles. Peter wanted to see those thighs with beard-burn, bite-marks and hand-shaped bruises. He dragged his eyes hungrily over Stiles' body, until settling on his doe-eyes.

"You are beautiful," Peter whispered, voice soft and earnest.

He was charmed by the blush his words painted on Stiles' cheeks. One would think that the most sought-after model of their time would know that he was beautiful. Reaching out, Peter gently traced Stiles' face with two fingers, before running them over Stiles' lips. The pink, plush mouth opened up, allowing Peter's fingers to slip between the parted lips.

"His ADHD gives him a delightful oral fixation," Deucalion offered from the sidelines. "I believe you will get to thoroughly enjoy it, my wolf."

"I can't put into words how much I regret coming here," Isaac declared with a sigh.

"Oh, leave them be, pup," Ennis laughed. "They're still getting to know each other."

"Yes, I think it's quite… well, not sweet, but something like it," Marin agreed amused.

"Can the peanut gallery shut up?" Stiles called out annoyed. "Go bond or something."

"Yes, Alpha," Ethan chuckled. "C'mon, show us around the building or something."

"Gladly," Boyd sighed. "We'll take our time."

"What? No—o, I wanna see this, babe," Erica whined.

Boyd grabbed his mate around the waist and easily carried her out of the studio, with everyone else following them. Everyone aside from Deucalion, who remained standing next to Chris. Peter offered them both a sly smirk before dipping his fingers back between Stiles' willing lips.

"Oh, the things I want to do to you, Bambi. I've thought about that pretty little mouth of yours a lot in the past months," Peter whispered lowly while Stiles sucked on his fingers.

"Okay, Stiles, I want you sitting in Peter's lap, facing me," Chris instructed. "Knees on either side of his thighs, tilt your head back, yeah, just like that, baby. Bare your throat to your Alpha."

Deucalion gave the lowest warning growl at that but didn't protest otherwise. It made both Peter and Stiles grin amused. When that pale, long throat was bared to Peter, he slowly dragged his nose along it, his beard scratching over the sensitive skin.

"Open mouth, Peter," Chris ordered. "I want your teeth to hover just above his skin. Teasing."

"Oh, I'll tease Bambi alright," Peter promised with a smirk and did as instructed.

His hands went around Stiles' body, one resting on the boy's thigh, slowly wandering up, pressing against the soft skin. His other hand pushed the shirt out of the way so it was slipping off Stiles' shoulder, baring more of the boy to the camera.

"Claws," Chris said next, his voice rough with his own arousal. "I know you can be careful, wolf. I want them pressing against his thigh, don't break the skin."

Peter gave an offended growl at the mere suggestion that he'd scratch his scene-partner or lover. The sweet scent of Stiles' arousal thickened in the air when the claws pressed against the sensitive inside of Stiles' thigh, his briefs visibly tented.

"Stiles likes the wolf," Deucalion offered with a pleased look on his face. "The fangs, the claws, beta-shift, it turns him on, doesn't it, sweetheart?"

"Shut up, Deuc," Stiles complained embarrassed.

"Innocent little Bambi wants to be devoured by the big, bad wolf," Peter teased pleased. "No need to be embarrassed about that. I'd happily fuck you in beta-shift."

He felt near dizzy from the sweet, delicious scent of Stiles' arousal at the promise. And he meant it, Peter couldn't wait to be buried inside that boy, fuck him hard and deep, claim him and fill him up so his scent would cling onto Stiles for a long time.

"Not right now, you two," Deucalion spoke sternly. "Right now you're at work."

"Spoil-spot," Peter and Stiles muttered at the same time before sharing a grin.

/break\

Stiles had been horny since his shoot with Peter. He couldn't stop thinking about the wolf's hands on his body, fingers in his mouth, claws against his skin, teeth against his throat. He was utterly embarrassed by the fact that the wolves could smell it. Aiden and Ethan kept making fun of him, Kali kept giving him that scathingly all-knowing glare of hers, while Ennis would just laugh fondly and ruffle his hair. Stupid wolves and their stupid noses.

"Mh, don't you look delicious?"

Stiles froze and his eyes widened. He was currently very naked, on account of a severe disagreement with his wardrobe (nothing looked good enough). They had invited Chris and Peter over for dinner so the four could sit down and actually talk about whatever they were doing.

"You're not supposed to be here," Stiles turned to frown at Peter.

Peter was leaning against the door-frame, eyes shamelessly roaming over Stiles' body. "We were invited to come over for dinner at seven. We've been here for ten minutes now. Christopher is setting the table, Deucalion is finishing dinner and asked me to check on you."

Frowning, Stiles turned toward the alarm clock on the nightstand, just to realize it was seven thirteen. How had that happened. He should still have more time to get dressed. Groaning frustrated, he let himself fall backward onto their bed.

"I wanted to look good and I couldn't find anything that hit the right spot," Stiles muttered.

"Oh, you look fantastic and you definitely found something that hits the right spot for me, darling."

Stiles flipped the wolf off and rolled his eyes. The next moment, he had Peter leaning over him, hunger in his eyes. That look made Stiles' breath hitch. Gently, Peter cupped Stiles' cheek.

"I want to kiss you," Peter whispered. "Can I kiss you, sweetheart?"

"Y… Yeah," Stiles' voice was wobbly with nerves.

They'd only kissed once before, back when all of this had started. Ever since Peter and Chris had come to Los Angeles, Stiles hadn't really known if this was something he could do. So far, it had just been Chris and Stiles, and Deuc and Peter. He didn't want to be presumptuous about Peter wanting him, since the man flirted like other people breathed air so it didn't have to mean anything. The kiss he received right now meant something. It was filled with desire and hunger, leaving Stiles absolutely breathless and half-hard when they parted. Peter smirked smugly when he noticed.

"Oh, shut up," Stiles grumbled annoyed and sat up.

"I didn't say anything, darling," Peter laughed amused and turned toward the closet, roaming through it and throwing things at Stiles. "Here. You put that on and then join us in the kitchen."

Stiles stared at the black skinny jeans and the sleeveless red v-neck shirt. "You don't want me to eat a lot, these jeans are not friendly for a full belly, Peter."

"But they will look spectacular on your legs and ass," Peter shrugged unapologetic. "I am of the opinion that dessert should make you hungry for more even during dinner."

"I am… not following," Stiles frowned confused as he got dressed.

Peter flashed his eyes red and offered the sharpest smile as he turned toward the bedroom door to leave. "You are dessert, sweet thing. I'm going to have you on my cock before the night is over."

Stiles stumbled and landed in a heap on the floor, staring after the wolf with red cheeks. And then he hurried to get dressed and join the other three in the kitchen.

"Don't you look lovely?" Chris smiled in appreciation, dragging his gaze over Stiles' body.

"Peter picked my outfit," Stiles shrugged embarrassed. "I… couldn't decide."

"Well, my husband picked well," Chris' smile softened. "C'mere, baby. Give daddy a kiss."

Grinning a little, Stiles reached out to wrap his arms around Chris' neck and pull the man into a slow, deep kiss. Chris' hands wandered down Stiles' back until he could grab Stiles' ass with both hands, squeezing tight. Stiles shuddered and mewled into the kiss.

"You taste like Peter," Chris whispered lowly, giving Stiles' ass another squeeze.

"He might have kissed me in the bedroom," Stiles shrugged and blushed a little. "Is that okay?"

Chris heaved a sigh and pecked Stiles' cheek. "Of course it's okay. I want you and I want you to be happy. If you want Peter, I support that, but if you say that you don't want Peter and are only in this for me, then I'll also support that."

"That goes for me too," Peter gave Stiles a concerned look. "What I said in the bedroom is what I want, but if it's not something you want, then it won't happen, you understand that, right? I do want you, I'm intrigued by you, but if all I get out of this is Deucalion and if Christopher gets a second chance to be with you, then I'm content with that too. You don't have to feel like you owe me anything so you can be with Christopher, okay?"

Stiles blinked and turned to look at Peter with a small smile. "Thank you for saying that. I didn't think that, but it's… still nice to hear though."

"The perfect way to open up this conversation, I'd say," Deucalion spoke up, drawing their attention. "But let's not let food get cold, mh?"

Stiles inhaled deeply and then went to kiss his husband. The four of them sat down together around the table, Stiles between Deucalion and Chris, and opposite Peter. They remained quiet for the first few minutes of digging into the food. Deucalion had made chicken with a nice creamy sauce and asparagus. Stiles appreciated that his husband had cooked at all, usually Stiles was the one cook in their relationship. But Stiles had had a very long shooting day, it had run even longer than anticipated so he'd called Deuc up and asked him to take care of dinner because he did not want to postpone this first maybe date. It had been three weeks now that Peter and Chris were living here and they had only gotten to spend time with the couple twice. When picking them up from the airport and during the partnered shoot nearly a week ago.

"I'm… clingy," Stiles said, unprompted, about a third into his plate. "I just, that's why I was overthinking the way I greeted you, Chris. I've been with people who found that annoying and exhausting. But… it's how I am. I'm a very tactile and affectionate person. That's… something I want out of a relationship, that's something I want with you, Chris. And with you, Peter, if we… work up to that. I don't know. I just… I would like to see where things can go between us."

"I like your affection," Chris' eyes were crinkling as he smiled at Stiles.

"Even in front of your pack? Even in… Even in public?" Stiles asked doubtfully. "Because that's why I was overthinking it in particular. Affection between two people in a normal two people relationship is one thing, but this… complicated. Different. Polyamory isn't exactly widely accepted and approved of and I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Baby, I'm just a photographer," Chris raised his eyebrows. "You are the international celebrity. I feel like this one is something you should be more concerned about than me."

"Eh," Stiles shrugged and wrinkled his nose. "People judge me for the void kitsune, for the twice my age husband, for my job. I don't care what others think about me, I don't have the space for that kind of thing, it's pointless. They don't know me, they judge me for one aspect about who I am and they wildly misinterpret it, usually. They're already calling me a slut and a whore for my job, doesn't change much if they call me that for my three DILFs."

"I take offense to that," Peter made a face. "I am not old enough to qualify as a DILF."

"Your daughter is literally the same age as me," Stiles spoke very slowly and gave Peter a pointed look. "You are factually a father. A hot one at that. Definition of a DILF."

Peter narrowed his eyes at Stiles. "I object. Being a DILF isn't necessarily about fatherhood, a twenty year old could be a father but they wouldn't be DILF material for that. Being a DILF is about the energy, the vibe. Look at these two. Salt and pepper, all the handsome lines on their faces. DILFs. Me? Smooth skin, dark, full hair with no gray in it. I do not qualify as a DILF."

Biting his lower lip, Stiles nodded slowly. That was unreasonably cute of Peter. Both Deucalion and Chris looked amused as they watched the exchange between their husbands.

"So," Stiles cleared his throat. "That's what I want. I want Chris, for sure, and I want to see where things could go with you, Peter. Very willing and open to exploring the sexual but also not opposed to… seeing if things between us could be romantic too."

"Oh, I'm always one for a scandal," Peter flashed him a wicked smile. "I don't mind the PDA, in fact, I am known to be a bit… handsy myself. A possessive bastard, is what Christopher likes to call it. And I would like to see where you and I can go too."

Stiles grinned pleased at that and then looked at his husband. Deucalion and Chris were having a staring match, like two predators seizing each other up. It was kind of hot and Stiles really wanted to be caught in the middle of it, imagining what it'd be like if those two fought over him, maybe taking turns claiming him over and over again, not wanting to be bested by the other-

"Where did your mind just go, darling?" Peter's voice was a purr and his eyes were dark-red as he stared at Stiles intensely. "Because you smell positively delicious right now."

"Uhm," Stiles blushed brightly when Chris and Deucalion also looked at him. "Just thinking about what it'd be like to be stuck between those two."

He motioned between Chris and Deucalion, earning a laugh from Peter. "Well, I would like to see that too. In fact, I think I would like to be stuck between them too."

At that, Deucalion and Chris turned to look at each other again, more contemplative than competitive this time, before they both nodded slowly, as though they'd come to a quiet agreement.

"I don't know about him," Chris grunted and motioned at Deucalion. "But I do want the both of you and I don't mind sharing you with him, I wouldn't mind being part of it when sharing you two. What we did last time we were over was… hot. I liked seeing Peter like that, the two of you looked good together and I wouldn't mind seeing what you do with Stiles either."

Deucalion chuckled amused and nodded. "I agree. The way Stiles fell apart at your hands was beautiful and I know our wolf can submit beautifully, I'm sure him and you look very good together too. The things you and I could to do either of them together…"

"Peter, I am starting to feel doubtful," Stiles whispered at the unholy look Deucalion and Chris shared. "This makes me fear for my non-existent virtue. And my ass."

"I can't wait to see what they can do together," Peter grinned delighted.

"Oh, shut up. You have werewolf healing. I won't be able to walk for a week," Stiles huffed.

It made Peter laugh. "I promise to wait on you hand and foot during that week then. Deal?"

Stiles rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help the soft smile. This was good. This was going well.

"I think the key to making… whatever this could become… work is by communicating," Deucalion turned to look at his husband, grasping Stiles' hand on top of the table. "Your anxiety and ADHD have you stuck in your head at times and overthinking things. I don't want this to cause you undue stress. The way you have been fretting after the airport…"

"Right," Stiles pursed his lips and ducked his head. "Yeah, no, you're right. You're right. Honestly, I feel really stupid for the stressing I did about it."

"It wasn't stupid, kitten," Chris frowned and took Stiles' free hand, causing Stiles to look at him with big, sad eyes. "No, that's not what I mean. Yes, your fretting led you to think something wrong, it was definitely not true. But you weren't stupid for worrying about these things. You and I, we… don't know each other anymore. Not really. It's been five years. You didn't know what I would think or want, not without talking to me. And I even get that… talking is scary. I was in my head too about this, because I've wanted you for so long, I was afraid I wouldn't get to keep you."

"So we're all in agreement that we need to communicate what we want from each other," Peter smiled amused. "On that merry note, let me repeat to you two what I already told Stiles: I want to fuck Stiles tonight. I have been thinking about it for months now."

"Wonderful," Deucalion smiled, his eyes dark with hunger. "I can't wait."

"Well, it seems we finished dinner," Stiles chimed cheerfully. "Time for dessert, then."

"He's dessert," Peter offered in explanation for Chris and Deucalion.

"How do you want this?" Chris asked, looking at Stiles. "I'm sure Deucalion and I can… get acquainted over his good whiskey in the living room and give you two some privacy, if you want."

"Absolutely," Deucalion was quick to agree. "What we did last time was… good, but it doesn't have to be the norm. You're allowed to be with either of them even without me, love."

Stiles hummed and turned to look at Peter curiously. "For the record, I appreciate that and I will definitely take that. Like, for one because it will be so hard to find time where all four of us are free, what with our demanding jobs. But considering we are all here right now… I wouldn't mind the audience. Being watched was honestly kind of hot last time. What do you think, Prettywolf?"

"I think I love that name," Peter preened a little. "And I agree. Now, move that gorgeous ass of yours toward the bedroom so I can have it."

Stiles was up in the blink of an eye and then grabbed Peter to drag him toward the bedroom, with both Deucalion and Chris following right behind. They barely entered the bedroom before Peter pulled him into a slow, passionate kiss, hands roaming over Stiles' body.

"Clothes off," Peter growled, flashing his eyes red.

"Yes, Alpha," Stiles gasped out, achingly hard already.

Peter made a pleased sound at the use of his title and then he started to tear off Stiles' clothes and then his own. Stiles stared at the other model in hunger, still struggling with the fact that he had Peter Hale naked in his bedroom and was going to have sex with him.

"Fuck, I've been thinking about this for so many years," Stiles whispered.

"Years?" Peter repeated surprised, raising both his eyebrows at that.

With dark-red cheeks did Stiles duck his head. "I mean, you are why I got into the industry and that was uh not just because you made me think 'man, I want to model'. You also made me think 'man, I want to climb that man like a tree'."

Peter smirked pleased and motioned at himself. "Be my guest, sweetheart."

Tilting his head, Stiles regarded Peter for a moment before he got up, walked toward the wolf and pushed him down onto the bed. Peter looked a little startled, like the wolf had forgotten that Stiles wasn't human either. He smiled and let his eyes shine silver and black for a moment, his smile with too many too long teeth. Peter gave a heated growl, his own eyes flashing red. The Alpha got comfortable on the bed, spreading his arms over the pillows he rested against.

"Taking you up on that offer," Stiles shrugged and went to fetch the lube. "I'll climb on top of you and then I'm going to ride you for all you got, Alpha."

He went to straddle Peter, back facing Chris and Deucalion, who had by now settled comfortable on the couch together, having apparently fetched whiskey and two glasses for themselves. Stiles turned to grin at them over his shoulder, reveling in the heat in both their gazes.

"Can I…?" Peter asked, motioning at the lube.

Nodding, Stiles handed it over. He laid his arms around Peter's neck after the wolf adjusted himself to sit up more so he could reach behind Stiles. Peter lubed his fingers up and then pulled Stiles' cheeks apart to gently ease into him with one finger. He was gentle, careful and slow. His lips dragged along Stiles' collarbone and up Stiles' neck, sucking marks everywhere while his fingers opened Stiles up. The first time Peter brushed over his prostate, Stiles sank his claws into Peter's shoulders on instinct, gasping and bucking up.

"I'm sorry," Stiles yelped embarrassed when he pulled them out. "I am usually better at controlling the fox when I have sex, I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"Relax, sweetheart," Peter smiled at him. "I'm a wolf. I heal fast. And I've never minded some scratches of passion. Besides, you're quite hot like that, little vixen."

Stiles flushed and looked at his hands, black shadows running up his fingers and half his forearm like he had dipped them in ink. Turning some, he saw his tails were out too. Peter squeezed his ass in reassurance and pulled him closer by it before he went back to scissoring him.

"You're all good, vixen," Peter promised, pressing a kiss to Stiles' mouth. "Relax."

Eyelids fluttering shut, Stiles leaned his head forward against Peter's shoulder and did as he was told. He relaxed and let the wolf slowly open him up until Peter was content with how loose he was. The Alpha's long fingers felt amazing inside him like that, spreading him open, caressing his insides and teasing his prostate. Stiles was soon reduced to moaning and whining every time Peter teased him. The scratch of Peter's beard against his skin was such a good contrast too.

"Are you ready for more, sweetheart?" Peter asked, kissing Stiles' earlobe.

"Yes, yes, yes," Stiles gasped out.

He gave Peter a light shove to have the wolf flat on his back. Peter laughed softly and spread his arms in invitation. Stiles pinned him by the shoulders, supporting himself that way so he could adjust himself. Peter reached out to help him out, pulling Stiles' cheeks apart and guiding him to the wolf's hard cock. Big cock too, Stiles noted pleased, licking his lips. He threw his head back with a soft noise when Peter first breached him. Stiles brought himself down hard, taking all of Peter.

"Stiles," Chris growled in warning. "Be careful with yourself."

"He knows what he wants," Deucalion countered. "He likes it hard, don't you, darling?"

"Yes, daddy," Stiles gasped, fingers digging into Peter's shoulders as he looked at Deucalion and then smirked at Chris. "I can take it. And I like feeling it after. But thanks for the concern."

Chris looked doubtful but nodded and took a drink from his glass. Stiles returned his attention to the wolf beneath him. A fanged grin was aimed his way, the hunger evident in Peter's pretty blue eyes. Stiles bent down to kiss him feverishly while slowly rolling his hips to get used to the intrusion and find the right angle before he started lifting himself up and bring himself down hard again.

"You are," Stiles gasped between words, loving the stretch of Peter's cock inside him. "So fucking gorgeous. Fuck. I can't believe you're mine now."

"A sentiment I can only wholeheartedly return, darling," Peter ran his hands down Stiles' torso to rest on his hips for a moment before going down his thighs. "You're a vision to behold like that."

Stiles huffed softly and dragged his own clawed hands over Peter's chest, leaving only slight marks that had Peter shudder beneath him. Leaning down, he kissed the wolf again while riding him hard and fast. He wanted to feel Peter inside him all day tomorrow. His tails whipped wildly behind him as he bounced on the Alpha's cock. Peter moved on to squeezing Stiles' ass.

"Fuck," Stiles gasped, his own cock slapping against his belly every time he brought himself down hard. "Can you-? I'm not, I need to-"

Thankfully, Peter caught on with his garbled half-sentences and wrapped his long fingers around Stiles' cock to jerk him off in time with Stiles' movement. Stiles definitely needed his hands on that firm, nice chest to support himself because he was fairly sure that Peter's cock inside him was going to cause him to float away otherwise. He gave a soft keening noise when Peter teased his head.

"So gorgeous for me, little fox," Peter murmured. "Think you can come for me?"

Stiles nodded wildly. He'd been thinking about this for months now, he knew when it would actually happen he wouldn't last long. With a growl did Stiles come all over Peter's chest. He grinned pleased as he saw the wolf all marked up like that. Smashing their lips together in one more passionate and greedy kiss, he rolled his hips in just the way he'd noticed got Peter the most, until the Alpha came deep inside him. Stiles remained seated on his slowly softening cock, panting hard.

"I'm going to keep him," Stiles declared breathlessly and turned to Deuc and Chris. "Mine now."

"I would never argue with you, my demon fox," Deucalion smiled amused as he approached them and ran a gentle hand through Stiles' hair. "Are you alright or do you need anything, love?"

"Water?" Stiles murmured and then pulled his husband into a kiss. "And maybe something to clean up? I don't think my legs work, fuck, this was a lot."

He was more used to presenting for Deuc and being fucked from behind, but doing all the heavy lifting, quite literally so, was more or less new to him. But he had really wanted to try this. Deucalion disappeared from the room, together with Chris, and the two returned with moist towels and two cold water bottles. Stiles rolled off Peter and came to rest with his head on the wolf's chest while their husbands started cleaning them up. Yeah, he could definitely get used to this. He peeked up at Peter curiously and maybe a bit unsure, but then Peter wrapped an arm around Stiles' shoulders to bring him close and kiss him very softly.

"Next time," Peter whispered lowly. "I am bending you over the desk in my new office and fucking you until they can hear you scream in the studios, darling."

"I do love being fucked on a desk," Stiles grinned. "Deuc's office desk can attest to that."

"Starting to think you need Peter and me just to keep this one occupied," Chris commented.

"I was doing just fine, hunter," Deucalion glared in half offense. "Though I suppose my husband could use some… enrichment."

Stiles snickered softly and buried his face in Peter's collarbone. His eyes closed when Deucalion slipped in behind him and wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist. Chris came to lay on Peter's other side and he leaned over to kiss Stiles softly just before the boy drifted off.

/break\

"And you guys really are okay with this?" Chris frowned. "It's okay if you aren't."

The Hale Pack sat together around the dining table, Erica continuously stealing food off of her mate's plate by distracting Boyd with a kiss. Chris couldn't fully tell if Boyd wasn't noticing or let her get away with it. Isaac rolled his eyes at Chris and Malia shoved more meat in her mouth.

"I really don't care what you guys do," Malia assured them, mouth full. "As long as I don't have to see it or hear it, I don't care. And Stiles seems nice, I like him."

"Yeah, Stiles is nice," Isaac agreed, smiling amused. "He's an asshole, but he's nice."

There was something in Isaac's eyes, something that Chris recognized from himself. They'd both been there when Stiles got possessed by the Nogitsune. He'd been through so much and Chris hadn't even realized that Stiles still remembered everything. He had homed so desperately that the Nogitsune had been at the wheel and Stiles was knocked out in his own body. Not that Stiles had been forced to watch it all, helpless and stuck. He was so proud of his boy for overcoming this.

"Yeah, you're all adults, you make your own choices," Erica agreed.

"Please excuse my husband's fretting," Peter had a teasing smile on his lips.

Chris rolled his eyes, but he accepted Peter's kiss anyway. This was unusual, and it wasn't just unusual for the four of them. They were Pack Alphas, they should also consider their pack. The gossip mill was already running, a picture of Stiles kissing Chris at the airport had been leaked and the gossip papers were bending over backward with theories. These kind of things did affect their whole pack and he wouldn't want to put the betas into an uncomfortable situation, even if he also didn't want to give up Stiles. Not now that he finally had the boy, not now that he knew how good Stiles and Peter looked together. It was a visual he would never be able to shake off again.

/break\

Deucalion furrowed his brows when his Right Hand and his Left Hand both entered his office with serious looks on their faces. Ennis and Kali were his oldest friends, his oldest pack members. He trusted them with his life and knew that trust was mutual. The looks on their faces had him in high alert. Putting the file he was reading down, he turned his full attention to them.

"Apparently, since Peter and Stiles now had two partnered shoots, many other magazines are hoping to partner up with Stiles. Most reach out to Marin to arrange something, but some…" Ennis frowned and crossed his arms. "Some packs try to be sly, having their Right Hand reach out to me. Trying the werewolf camaraderie angle over the professional right channels."

"Not unsurprising," Deucalion nodded slowly.

There was murder in Kali's eyes and that, above all else, had him listen attentively. Her reputation was only rivaled by Peter's, back in the day. Whoever had contacted her mate, Kali was ready to sink her claws into them. And Ennis looked ready to fight them at her side, as always. It was what had always made their pack so efficient. Ennis may be his Right Hand, but he had never been above getting his hands dirty either. While his mate was the more agile fighter, quick and precise, Ennis was all brute force, using his size to his advantage. The two fought together as one, it was one of the most remarkable things to watch the mated pair fight side by side. Deucalion wondered who in their industry could have possibly earned their wrath enough to make them want to fight them.

"The Right Hand of the McCall Pack has reached out to me," Ennis finally said. "He spoke about the fact that we've been working together with Chris now, talks about a 'McCall reunion shoot'."

Deucalion tensed minutely at that, his breath catching in his throat. He had never quite figured out what had happened at Stiles' old label and with his old pack that had made him leave. He knew a part of it was the Nogitsune, the trauma and the guilt Stiles still carried from it, but Stiles had only left True Alpha two years after the possession. Something else had happened that had pushed the boy even further than the Nogitsune had. And though they were married, even Deucalion hadn't gotten the details out of his little fox. He'd nearly lost Stiles over it in the past, when he had tried to push. It had been their biggest fight, Stiles had gone and slept at Braeden and Marin's for a whole week and he had, in no uncertain terms, told Deucalion to accept that Stiles didn't want to talk about it. If he couldn't, then maybe they shouldn't be together. Deucalion had accepted these terms, because he loved his boy too much to lose him and he thought that everyone had a right to the traumas they didn't want to talk about. That didn't mean he didn't want to know though.

"I can't go behind Stiles' back," Deucalion murmured thoughtfully. "He would never forgive me that. I would love to hear what these people have to say though…"

What was he supposed to do now? Reaching out to them would be going behind Stiles' back. But it was true that he wanted to know what kind of story they had in regards to why Stiles left. He was desperate to learn, even more so since Christopher had come into their lives.

"It should be Stiles' choice," Deucalion decided in the end. "I'm not making either decision without him. If he hears I rejected the offer without consulting him, he will be just as furious."

"Your little Spark does have fire," Ennis agreed with a grin, before his face darkened. "I remember how distant he was when he first started working for us. Whatever happened fucked him up and I don't want the reminder to set him back. He's part of our pack now."

"And that's not going to change," Deucalion said with more confidence than he really felt.

After all, his boy had shown in the past to run from his problems, or try to anyway. Sighing, Deucalion rubbed his face, wondering if Christopher knew anything about why Stiles had left the old label, if it was perhaps related to why Christopher and Isaac had left themselves. If anything, the loss should have forged the pack closer together. Perhaps he needed to speak to Christopher too.

/break\

Braeden made a mean stew. She enjoyed hunting, classic with a rifle since she lacked the claws and fangs, and she always cooked a hearty meal with what she'd caught. Whenever Stiles was over at Braeden and Marin's for his lessons, he looked forward to her cooking.

"So, how is it going?" Braeden asked curiously. "I can't imagine keeping up with one wolf, but two wolves and the hunter? Blink twice if we need to get you out of there."

Stiles snorted and nearly choked on his stew. "Fuck you, Brae. It is not a hostage situation. And it's… I think it's going good. I mean, it's only been like a month now that they're here? We're kind of… still getting to know each other, learning each other."

"If it becomes too much and if they get pushy, you tell me. My rifle's under the bed."

Stiles grinned at her and nudged her slightly. Marin next to her wife heaved a sigh and shook her head, though she didn't chide Braeden, which meant she agreed with the overall sentiment. It was cute how many people thought they needed to protect Stiles. Sure, he was all gangly limbs and sarcasm, not exactly broad and muscular. But he was a Spark and he was a kitsune. If he didn't want these men, they would be feeling it.

"I'm more concerned that you have too much on your plate, Stiles," Marin's eyes were soft now. "Your work with Visionary, your magic lessons and now three partners?"

Marin was a good mentor. She'd taught him how to channel his Spark and how to use other types of magic – the more average kinds; spells, rituals, runes, things that magic users like druids and witches could use too. It had been one of the things he had cherished the most when he came to Visionary and one of the main reasons he had opened up to this pack, even though he had sworn to himself he'd never join another werewolf pack again.

"I'm fine," Stiles smiled at them thinly. "I promise. If that changes, I'll let you know."

Things were on the right trajectory. Sure, he was still unsure about how Chris and Deuc would work, if there was anything going to happen between them or if they were content sharing Peter and Stiles, but this was good, what they had right now, it was good. The absolution from Chris, to hear that the other didn't blame him for Allison's death, had also gone a long way in helping him heal and move on from one of the worst things that ever happened to him. He'd be fine.

Author's note: I would like the record to show that though this is Part 1 of 2, this story did, in fact, NOT run away from me. It will feature precisely what I wanted it to feature and will be about the length I wanted it to be. I just... was sick for a week, busy and work and will be on vacation next week so I could not write all of that by time for today. The alternative was no update today, so I figured I'd split it here because this also felt like a good point to split it, and post the rest in the week after my vacation (so on Wednesday 7th)!

Honestly, I haven't fully decided yet how to confront the old pack situation; I know what transpired, but I don't know how Deuc, Chris and Peter will learn about it, if there will be an actual confrontation or if Stiles confides in them. Sound off in the comments if you have an opinion either way or a secret third option ;)