Three Sassketeers: Part Two
As the days passed, things seemed to be getting better. Whenever Stiles saw Chris around town, the two would share a friendly nod. He didn't get the feeling of being followed any more. Most surprising, though, was that his magic lessons started improving dramatically.
“Woah!” Stiles exclaimed, eyes wide as he stared at the miniature tornado hovering between his spread hands. Peter seemed just as surprised.
“Well, that... is impressive, I have to admit,” the werewolf said. “Your power does seem to have improved lately. Or should I say, your ability to access and control your power. Soon enough you won't even need me.” Peter pretended to wipe a tear from his eye, while Stiles just rolled his.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You're just getting old and past it.” In the back of his mind, Stiles had an inkling that Loki may have had something to do with it, but he kept quiet. He hadn't told anyone about the meeting, and wasn't going to either.
“I'll show you old,” Peter growled playfully as he grabbed Stiles, slinging him over his shoulder. Stiles let out a yelp, caught unawares - somehow he kept forgetting that Peter had the same werewolf strength as the rest of the pack.
“What the - put me down! Peter! Release me this minute!” He attempted to wriggle out of Peter's grasp, but the man's grip was too strong, even as they moved through the apartment that he, Derek and Isaac shared. Stiles spotted said Alpha as Peter carried him towards the front door. “Derek! Help! I don't wanna be part of Peter's nefariousness!”
“Peter,” Derek started wearily, only to be interrupted.
“Don't fuss Derek, I'm just taking him to the meeting with Argent. I'll see him home after. He'll be fine.”
“Lies!” Stiles shouted, even as he tried to keep from blushing. From his position, he could not only feel the strength in the muscles pressing into him, but Stiles also had a good view of Peter's rather nice looking rear and had an almost uncontrollable urge to grope it. People should know better than to present him with temptation, he wasn't very good at resisting it.
Peter eventually dropped Stiles next to his jeep, and Stiles dug around for his keys, muttering as he did so.
“Stupid creepy wolves and their touchy-feely habits... You're lucky I didn't drop my keys during that little ride you gave me!” He finally located them and unlocked the jeep, sending a glare at Peter who just grinned back.
Soon enough they were on their way to the library. When Stiles' dad was at home, they had there meetings in a private research room at the library. Between them, Stiles and Peter were able to work charms to keep anyone from getting too nosy.
The drive was long enough to give Stiles time to consider a few things - one of which was how much Peter had been touching him lately. He wasn't all that touchy-feely with the rest of the pack (for good reasons where some of them were concerned), but he had no problem casually touching Stiles, or even giving him a random bear-hug now and then. Hell, even his little display earlier wasn't particularly strange when compared to the rest of his behaviour.
Stiles had to wonder what Peter's goal was. He had to have some sort of plan here - it was Peter, after all - but for the life of him, Stiles couldn't work out what it was. Part of him wondered if Peter was trying to flirt with him sometimes. If he was particularly honest with himself, Stiles hoped that Peter would be receptive to something. After all, if it came down to it, Peter was the most likely wolf candidate for the triad Loki had suggested.
Scott was out because of the whole Allison mess. Derek was already the Alpha, the bond simply wouldn't work if it had to compete with a pack-bond already there. Jackson was just no. A world of no. A universe of no. Even if it hadn't meant that Jackson would have to leave Lydia, it just wasn't going to happen. Boyd and Erica were still missing. That left either Isaac or Peter, and it just didn't seem right to consider Isaac like that. Plus, Stiles was pretty sure that Isaac had some lingering issues with older men that he just didn't want to go near.
So by a simple process of elimination, Stiles knew that if it came down to it, he'd ask Peter and Chris, the only hunter he knew who actually seemed kinda decent.
It wasn't until Stiles was browsing his usual porn sites that he stopped to consider something he should have before. Did he even really want to have sex with a man? And how would a male threesome work?
He hesitated for a moment, then shrugged and changed the settings on YouPorn. He might as well start researching now, just in case he did decide to go through with the bond. Deciding to start off simple, he clicked around a bit until he found a short clip called “Silver Fox Does Young Twink Hard!!1!” which sounded promising. Chris was definitely a silver fox.
The clip started and Stiles watched, transfixed, as the younger man in the clip lay on his back, holding his knees almost up to his ears as he moaned loudly. The older man was pretty much slamming into him, both hands grasping the boy's thighs hard enough that Stiles could see the flesh bulging between his fingers. No words were being spoken, just moans and grunts and the occasional bitten-off whimper from the twink.
It only lasted for about thirty seconds, but Stiles immediately hit 'replay' and watched several times. The quality of the video wasn't great, but that just meant that if he squinted, he could picture Chris Argent in place of the guy on the screen. Stiles almost subconsciously palmed himself, and startled when he realised he was hard in his pants.
Well. That answered that question.
The next time the clip ended, Stiles instead went searching for other clips. What he found proved that he did indeed want to have sex with men - or rather, two men in particular - and that there were so many different ways to go about it. When Loki had told him about the ritual, he hadn't specified exactly how the sex part was meant to go, which meant that it was up to Stiles, Peter and Chris to work out what they were comfortable with doing.
If they were comfortable doing anything.
Stiles was brought back to reality when he remembered that this was probably all just going to be theoretical. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't look... right?
Deciding to just enjoy himself while he could, Stiles clicked back to one that he'd particularly liked and settled in. He still had at least an hour until his dad was due home for dinner, plenty of time for a decent session of self-love.
Things seemed to stay calm for a while, and Stiles began to think that maybe he wouldn't have to go through with the ritual. Before he knew it, it had been a full month since he'd summoned Loki.
That was when everything hit the fan.
On Friday, Isaac was taken and beaten badly, then dumped back at the old Hale property with several bones broken. Stiles would have given just about anything to fix the broken look in Isaac's eyes and the helplessness in Derek's.
On Saturday, five of Chris' hunters were found outside of the hospital. Two were still unconscious three days later, one would never walk again, one had permanent brain damage, and the other was dead by the time they were found.
Finally on Sunday, when everyone was scrambling to regain their bearings, Deaton's practice was set on fire. None of the animals were hurt, but the building received considerable damage. More than that, it was clear that the Alpha pack knew about Deaton's after-hours activities.
On Monday, after his father had gone to work Stiles bit the bullet. He knew that he couldn't put it off any longer, and called Peter and Chris to his house. Maybe he should have talked to them one at a time, but Stiles wasn't sure he had the courage to get through one mortifying conversation, let alone two.
“Please tell me you have something,” Chris said as he entered the house just behind Peter. “I'm at my wits' end.”
“I have nothing, “ Peter spoke softly, loath to admit that he didn't have all the answers.
Stiles swallowed hard, then gestured for the men to sit down. He took his usual spot at the head of the dining table, a buffer between Chris at his right and Peter to his left, and started to fidget with his pen.
“I might have something.” Both men visibly straightened, even as Stiles continued. “I mean, I do have something. But, we need to talk about it. I thought for a while I wouldn't have to, but we're out of options and I guess it's not so bad. It could definitely be worse, and-”
He was cut off by Chris' hand reaching over and covering his mouth to stop him from rambling.
“Stiles,” Peter spoke up, and Stiles' eyes flicked towards him. “We're not going to let you do anything that would put you in danger. I thought that was already agreed upon.”
Chris nodded and moved his hand so that Stiles could respond, just before Stiles could indulge in the urge to lick it. He shook his head at Peter's suggestion.
“No, it's not dangerous. Well, Derek would disagree but we have different ideas about danger. No, I found, well... I found a ritual. It needs a mage, a werewolf and a hunter, and it ties them to each other and the land.” He took a deep breath, then pushed on before he could be questioned.
“The ritual means that the three of us would share power, be able to speak mentally over long distances, and we'd be pretty damn hard to kill, along with some other cool stuff, like the land itself listening to our requests. But like I said, we'd be tied to each other. We wouldn't be able to leave Beacon Hills, or be apart for long. And, y'know... it'd basically mean... a threeway relationship.”
Stiles could feel himself blushing, and had to get out of the room and away from the men who were staring at him. He shoved a packet of notes at each of them and hurriedly stood.
“The information's in there, I've thought about it and I'm willing, now I'm gonna go hide on the internet. Lemme know what you decide. Bye!”
With that, he shot upstairs to hide in his room and hyperventilate like the mature teenager he was.
Stiles expected Chris and Peter to leave, maybe come back in a day or two to either let him down gently or tell him he was crazy. Maybe they wouldn't come back at all. Whatever, he didn't expect them to stay.
Which is why he stood gaping for a moment when he ventured back downstairs after a couple of hours to grab some snacks. But there they were, still sitting across from each other at the dining table. The notes Stiles had given them were spread across the table, and Chris had his own notepad out. Curious, Stiles cautiously stepped into the room.
“You're still here,” he said unnecessarily. “You guys are actually considering it? Not just high-tailing it away from the inappropriate teenager?”
“Well,” Peter started, smirking at him, “it would mean that I get to touch your lovely, nubile body whenever I want. I consider that a pretty good incentive.”
Stiles felt his face get hotter even as he turned to Chris for his input. The hunter looked only mildly uncomfortable, which was a bonus.
“This is not an ideal situation,” he tried to explain his position. “I still love my wife, and always will. I also have never been attracted to males, or to teenagers. However,” he pushed on even as Stiles muttered that he'd 'turned eighteen last month, dammit'. “However, this is the best solution we have, not only for the current crisis but in regards to keeping the area safe. You have shown remarkable maturity for your age. In time, I believe I may be able to care for you in the way you want.” Here he glanced across at Peter. “Both of you. If you can accept this, then I think Peter and I have already gone through and discussed our thoughts on the matter.”
“We can do this,” Peter spoke, rising from his seat and moving around the table to place a hand on Chris' shoulder, holding out the other to Stiles. “It's the best way to bring security back to our territory.”
“And give you immense power, right?” Stiles raised a eyebrow, but allowed Peter to draw him forward into a one-armed embrace. “Oh, and get regular sex.”
“Naturally,” Peter smiled disarmingly.
“You do realise that Chris and I will be able to stop you if you get too power-hungry, don't you?” Stiles felt he had to point this out. Peter merely pouted for a moment, before leaning forward to nuzzle at Stiles' cheek. It was an odd sensation, to say the least, but he thought he could get used to it.
Chris smiled a little as he rose from his seat, gathering the papers he would take with him.
“Stiles, when does your father get home?”
“Technically he gets off around four, but he'll probably stay until at least six. Why?”
“Just wondering,” Chris reassured him. “I don't want him to come home and arrest us for being too close to you.”
“Good point,” Stiles nodded. Peter raised his heat from where it had been resting against Stiles' neck.
“When should we perform the ritual?” The werewolf asked. “We should probably also figure out where.”
“Ideally it should be at dawn or dusk,” Stiles told them, recalling Loki's words. “Preferably somewhere we can see the moon and sun in the sky at the same time. Other than that, it doesn't matter where. But I'm vetoing the forest unless we have no other option. I want to be comfortable for this.”
All three considered where they could go. They would need privacy, of course, and some measure of comfort given that the ritual primarily consisted of sexual acts between the three of them.
“I may know somewhere,” Peter spoke slowly. “I can check it out later tonight, see that it is still suitable.”
“Okay,” Stiles nodded. “Um, when should we? I mean, given how things have been going lately, we need to do it sooner rather than later, and... oh crap, we're going to have to tell Derek, aren't we?”
“I call not it,” Peter raised his hand. “He's already killed me once, I'd rather it didn't happen again.”
“Wuss,” Stiles muttered as he rolled his eyes, then let out a yelp when Peter smacked his ass.
“It may be best if Stiles breaks the news,” Chris interjected. “Out of all of us, Derek is least likely to harm you. And you can talk him out of a rage easier than anyone else.”
“Or talk him into a rage,” Stiles felt compelled to point out even as he gave in to the idea. “Whatever. I'll talk to him while Peter's off doing his reconnaissance thing.”
“For now,” Chris said, “let's go back to my place and talk for a while. If we are going to be bondmates, we should start keeping in touch more frequently, and spending more time together socially. It's going to take a lot of work to balance a bond like this.”
“I agree,” Peter murmured, and Stiles nodded as well. “I think the rewards will be worth it though.”
Stiles left a note for his dad saying he was at Allison's. Technically it wasn't even a lie, it was just that Allison wasn't going to be there. She was spending a couple of days with Lydia, and Chris figured it was a good time to start working out how the three men would fit together.
For the moment Chris and Stiles were alone. Peter had volunteered to pick up some dinner, allowing the other two some time to talk.
“You're sure about this?” Stiles asked, unable to stop poking at the subject.
“Yes, Stiles,” Chris replied gently. He leaned back on the couch and pulled Stiles with him so that they were lightly touching along their sides. “After the first ritual, I may not ever join you and Peter in the bedroom. On the other hand, in time I might grow more accustomed to the idea and want to join you. But I have no intention of remarrying anyway, so if I can get company without having to love another woman, this bond will work for me after we settle the problems Beacon Hills is suffering.”
Chris' arm was resting along the back of the sofa with his fingers cautiously brushing back and forth against Stiles' shoulder. After a moment of thought, Stiles leaned his head into Chris' shoulder and threw an arm around his middle in a hug.
“Okay, I'll quit asking. But, ah - you're okay with hugs, right? Cause the bond's gonna need some sort of physical contact, even if it's not sexual.”
“Hugs are fine,” Chris replied, allowing himself to be poked and prodded into position. “I do miss human contact, I admit.”
“Cool. I'm a pretty physical person. Well, tactile. I use my words before my fists, but y'know, I like being able to touch people.” Stiles shrugged a little, grin turning sheepish. “Scott and my dad used to get the brunt of it. I guess now I can just use you as a handy hug dispenser.”
“I'm never going to understand you.” Stiles' head bounced a little where it was resting on Chris' chest as the man huffed a laugh. “But that's alright. You certainly keep things interesting.”
“That's what I live for.”
Soon enough there was a knock on the front door and Chris rose to answer it, despite Stiles' half-hearted attempts to cling. Soon enough he was back, followed by Peter who was carrying backs of food that smelled divine.
Dinner passed quickly, and before he knew it Stiles was on the couch with Peter while Chris disposed of the rubbish.
“Have a nice chat while I was out?” Peter asked, leaning in to sniff along Stiles' neck. “I could smell you all over each other when I got here.”
Stiles forced himself not to squirm under Peter's attention. He'd known the werewolf was creepy when he'd started this, he wasn't going to back out now.
“I really hope you're not gonna get all jealous and possessive,” Stiles said instead. “This won't work if Chris and I can't touch. Or Chris and you, for that matter.”
“I didn't say it bothered me,” Peter smirked back. “In fact, it smelt good. Right.” He returned to nuzzling, and this time Stiles raised a hand to card through Peter's hair. The werewolf let out a pleased-sounding sigh, which made Stiles really want to laugh.
“Yeah yeah, sniff sniff sniff. You wolves are all - mph!” Stiles was cut off by a pair of firm lips pressing against his own. There was a moment of confusion as Stiles figured out what to do, but soon he was kissing back, eyes closed and hands grabbing at Peter. The werewolf wasn't exactly a picture of composure either, with both hands wrapping around Stiles' waist and getting as close to him as possible while still remaining seated.
It was Stiles first proper kiss - he wasn't counting a couple of awkward, fumbling encounters in middle school - and he found that hie enjoyed it a lot. Not necessarily the physical part, though that did feel nice, but the best part was having all of Peter's attention focussed on him. Stiles was self-aware enough to know that he was quite self-involved a lot of the time (hello, teenager), so being the centre of someone else's attention soothed a part of him that never quite felt good enough. In return, Stiles tried to make Peter feel just as good, just as special.
Their hands were just starting to wander a little too much, when they were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
“Ahem.”
Stiles reluctantly pulled away and tipped his head back. Chris was standing behind the couch, arms crossed, though he also looked faintly amused.
“While I'm glad you two are getting along,” he said in a dry tone, “you should probably save it for the bonding ritual. We don't want to get ahead of ourselves.”
Peter and Stiles exchanged glances, and Stiles swore he could see the mischief in the werewolf's eyes. Sure enough, almost to o fast to see, Peter's hand shot up to grab Chris by the front of the shirt and yank him down. Stiles laughed at Chris' look of surprise, then he and Peter leaned in to press a kiss to either side of the hunter's face.
Chris sighed, but there was a faint smile tugging at his mouth, and his tone was fond if rather exasperated.
“Wonderful. I'm binding myself to a pair of children.”
“Yes,” Peter agreed, looking smug. “It is wonderful, isn't it?”
Later that night, Stiles lay face-down on his bed and contemplate suffocating himself with his pillow. The talk with Derek hadn't gone well. In fact, it was still going badly - about ten minutes after getting home, Derek had called to shout and growl some more.
“Stiles, you are not doing this!”
“Yes I am,” Stiles sighed. “I get that it's a pretty extreme reaction, but this is a pretty extreme situation.”
“But Peter? Really? And Argent? How can you trust them so easily?”
“Oh please, nothing about this is easy,” Stiles rolled his eyes. “Believe me. I'm way too hyperactive, not to mention too young. Peter's creepy even when he'd trying not to be, and has a hell of a time letting things go. And Chris is still mourning pretty much his entire family, and seems half convinced that he'll be going to hell for this.” Stiles paused and bit his lip, not sure if he should be revealing all of this. If he couldn't convince Derek though, then then technically he could force Peter to not go through with the bond thanks to his Alpha influence. “Derek, if all of this works we can get rid of the Alpha pack. Hell, we'll be able to get rid of pretty much any big bad that tries to cause trouble. I can deal with being married to Peter and Chris if it comes with those sorts of benefits.”
There was silence for a few moments, and Stiles swore he could feel Derek angsting down the phone line.
“I still don't like it,” Derek growled. “If either of them does anything you don't like, or they hurt you-”
“Then you'll bust out the Alpha-fangs,” Stiles interrupted, grinning. It always made him feel happy when Derek proved that he thought of Stiles as pack. “Dude, it's gonna work out. You'll see.”
“Stiles, things never work out for us.”
“Shut up, you'll jinx us.”
Part Three
“Woah!” Stiles exclaimed, eyes wide as he stared at the miniature tornado hovering between his spread hands. Peter seemed just as surprised.
“Well, that... is impressive, I have to admit,” the werewolf said. “Your power does seem to have improved lately. Or should I say, your ability to access and control your power. Soon enough you won't even need me.” Peter pretended to wipe a tear from his eye, while Stiles just rolled his.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You're just getting old and past it.” In the back of his mind, Stiles had an inkling that Loki may have had something to do with it, but he kept quiet. He hadn't told anyone about the meeting, and wasn't going to either.
“I'll show you old,” Peter growled playfully as he grabbed Stiles, slinging him over his shoulder. Stiles let out a yelp, caught unawares - somehow he kept forgetting that Peter had the same werewolf strength as the rest of the pack.
“What the - put me down! Peter! Release me this minute!” He attempted to wriggle out of Peter's grasp, but the man's grip was too strong, even as they moved through the apartment that he, Derek and Isaac shared. Stiles spotted said Alpha as Peter carried him towards the front door. “Derek! Help! I don't wanna be part of Peter's nefariousness!”
“Peter,” Derek started wearily, only to be interrupted.
“Don't fuss Derek, I'm just taking him to the meeting with Argent. I'll see him home after. He'll be fine.”
“Lies!” Stiles shouted, even as he tried to keep from blushing. From his position, he could not only feel the strength in the muscles pressing into him, but Stiles also had a good view of Peter's rather nice looking rear and had an almost uncontrollable urge to grope it. People should know better than to present him with temptation, he wasn't very good at resisting it.
Peter eventually dropped Stiles next to his jeep, and Stiles dug around for his keys, muttering as he did so.
“Stupid creepy wolves and their touchy-feely habits... You're lucky I didn't drop my keys during that little ride you gave me!” He finally located them and unlocked the jeep, sending a glare at Peter who just grinned back.
Soon enough they were on their way to the library. When Stiles' dad was at home, they had there meetings in a private research room at the library. Between them, Stiles and Peter were able to work charms to keep anyone from getting too nosy.
The drive was long enough to give Stiles time to consider a few things - one of which was how much Peter had been touching him lately. He wasn't all that touchy-feely with the rest of the pack (for good reasons where some of them were concerned), but he had no problem casually touching Stiles, or even giving him a random bear-hug now and then. Hell, even his little display earlier wasn't particularly strange when compared to the rest of his behaviour.
Stiles had to wonder what Peter's goal was. He had to have some sort of plan here - it was Peter, after all - but for the life of him, Stiles couldn't work out what it was. Part of him wondered if Peter was trying to flirt with him sometimes. If he was particularly honest with himself, Stiles hoped that Peter would be receptive to something. After all, if it came down to it, Peter was the most likely wolf candidate for the triad Loki had suggested.
Scott was out because of the whole Allison mess. Derek was already the Alpha, the bond simply wouldn't work if it had to compete with a pack-bond already there. Jackson was just no. A world of no. A universe of no. Even if it hadn't meant that Jackson would have to leave Lydia, it just wasn't going to happen. Boyd and Erica were still missing. That left either Isaac or Peter, and it just didn't seem right to consider Isaac like that. Plus, Stiles was pretty sure that Isaac had some lingering issues with older men that he just didn't want to go near.
So by a simple process of elimination, Stiles knew that if it came down to it, he'd ask Peter and Chris, the only hunter he knew who actually seemed kinda decent.
It wasn't until Stiles was browsing his usual porn sites that he stopped to consider something he should have before. Did he even really want to have sex with a man? And how would a male threesome work?
He hesitated for a moment, then shrugged and changed the settings on YouPorn. He might as well start researching now, just in case he did decide to go through with the bond. Deciding to start off simple, he clicked around a bit until he found a short clip called “Silver Fox Does Young Twink Hard!!1!” which sounded promising. Chris was definitely a silver fox.
The clip started and Stiles watched, transfixed, as the younger man in the clip lay on his back, holding his knees almost up to his ears as he moaned loudly. The older man was pretty much slamming into him, both hands grasping the boy's thighs hard enough that Stiles could see the flesh bulging between his fingers. No words were being spoken, just moans and grunts and the occasional bitten-off whimper from the twink.
It only lasted for about thirty seconds, but Stiles immediately hit 'replay' and watched several times. The quality of the video wasn't great, but that just meant that if he squinted, he could picture Chris Argent in place of the guy on the screen. Stiles almost subconsciously palmed himself, and startled when he realised he was hard in his pants.
Well. That answered that question.
The next time the clip ended, Stiles instead went searching for other clips. What he found proved that he did indeed want to have sex with men - or rather, two men in particular - and that there were so many different ways to go about it. When Loki had told him about the ritual, he hadn't specified exactly how the sex part was meant to go, which meant that it was up to Stiles, Peter and Chris to work out what they were comfortable with doing.
If they were comfortable doing anything.
Stiles was brought back to reality when he remembered that this was probably all just going to be theoretical. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't look... right?
Deciding to just enjoy himself while he could, Stiles clicked back to one that he'd particularly liked and settled in. He still had at least an hour until his dad was due home for dinner, plenty of time for a decent session of self-love.
Things seemed to stay calm for a while, and Stiles began to think that maybe he wouldn't have to go through with the ritual. Before he knew it, it had been a full month since he'd summoned Loki.
That was when everything hit the fan.
On Friday, Isaac was taken and beaten badly, then dumped back at the old Hale property with several bones broken. Stiles would have given just about anything to fix the broken look in Isaac's eyes and the helplessness in Derek's.
On Saturday, five of Chris' hunters were found outside of the hospital. Two were still unconscious three days later, one would never walk again, one had permanent brain damage, and the other was dead by the time they were found.
Finally on Sunday, when everyone was scrambling to regain their bearings, Deaton's practice was set on fire. None of the animals were hurt, but the building received considerable damage. More than that, it was clear that the Alpha pack knew about Deaton's after-hours activities.
On Monday, after his father had gone to work Stiles bit the bullet. He knew that he couldn't put it off any longer, and called Peter and Chris to his house. Maybe he should have talked to them one at a time, but Stiles wasn't sure he had the courage to get through one mortifying conversation, let alone two.
“Please tell me you have something,” Chris said as he entered the house just behind Peter. “I'm at my wits' end.”
“I have nothing, “ Peter spoke softly, loath to admit that he didn't have all the answers.
Stiles swallowed hard, then gestured for the men to sit down. He took his usual spot at the head of the dining table, a buffer between Chris at his right and Peter to his left, and started to fidget with his pen.
“I might have something.” Both men visibly straightened, even as Stiles continued. “I mean, I do have something. But, we need to talk about it. I thought for a while I wouldn't have to, but we're out of options and I guess it's not so bad. It could definitely be worse, and-”
He was cut off by Chris' hand reaching over and covering his mouth to stop him from rambling.
“Stiles,” Peter spoke up, and Stiles' eyes flicked towards him. “We're not going to let you do anything that would put you in danger. I thought that was already agreed upon.”
Chris nodded and moved his hand so that Stiles could respond, just before Stiles could indulge in the urge to lick it. He shook his head at Peter's suggestion.
“No, it's not dangerous. Well, Derek would disagree but we have different ideas about danger. No, I found, well... I found a ritual. It needs a mage, a werewolf and a hunter, and it ties them to each other and the land.” He took a deep breath, then pushed on before he could be questioned.
“The ritual means that the three of us would share power, be able to speak mentally over long distances, and we'd be pretty damn hard to kill, along with some other cool stuff, like the land itself listening to our requests. But like I said, we'd be tied to each other. We wouldn't be able to leave Beacon Hills, or be apart for long. And, y'know... it'd basically mean... a threeway relationship.”
Stiles could feel himself blushing, and had to get out of the room and away from the men who were staring at him. He shoved a packet of notes at each of them and hurriedly stood.
“The information's in there, I've thought about it and I'm willing, now I'm gonna go hide on the internet. Lemme know what you decide. Bye!”
With that, he shot upstairs to hide in his room and hyperventilate like the mature teenager he was.
Stiles expected Chris and Peter to leave, maybe come back in a day or two to either let him down gently or tell him he was crazy. Maybe they wouldn't come back at all. Whatever, he didn't expect them to stay.
Which is why he stood gaping for a moment when he ventured back downstairs after a couple of hours to grab some snacks. But there they were, still sitting across from each other at the dining table. The notes Stiles had given them were spread across the table, and Chris had his own notepad out. Curious, Stiles cautiously stepped into the room.
“You're still here,” he said unnecessarily. “You guys are actually considering it? Not just high-tailing it away from the inappropriate teenager?”
“Well,” Peter started, smirking at him, “it would mean that I get to touch your lovely, nubile body whenever I want. I consider that a pretty good incentive.”
Stiles felt his face get hotter even as he turned to Chris for his input. The hunter looked only mildly uncomfortable, which was a bonus.
“This is not an ideal situation,” he tried to explain his position. “I still love my wife, and always will. I also have never been attracted to males, or to teenagers. However,” he pushed on even as Stiles muttered that he'd 'turned eighteen last month, dammit'. “However, this is the best solution we have, not only for the current crisis but in regards to keeping the area safe. You have shown remarkable maturity for your age. In time, I believe I may be able to care for you in the way you want.” Here he glanced across at Peter. “Both of you. If you can accept this, then I think Peter and I have already gone through and discussed our thoughts on the matter.”
“We can do this,” Peter spoke, rising from his seat and moving around the table to place a hand on Chris' shoulder, holding out the other to Stiles. “It's the best way to bring security back to our territory.”
“And give you immense power, right?” Stiles raised a eyebrow, but allowed Peter to draw him forward into a one-armed embrace. “Oh, and get regular sex.”
“Naturally,” Peter smiled disarmingly.
“You do realise that Chris and I will be able to stop you if you get too power-hungry, don't you?” Stiles felt he had to point this out. Peter merely pouted for a moment, before leaning forward to nuzzle at Stiles' cheek. It was an odd sensation, to say the least, but he thought he could get used to it.
Chris smiled a little as he rose from his seat, gathering the papers he would take with him.
“Stiles, when does your father get home?”
“Technically he gets off around four, but he'll probably stay until at least six. Why?”
“Just wondering,” Chris reassured him. “I don't want him to come home and arrest us for being too close to you.”
“Good point,” Stiles nodded. Peter raised his heat from where it had been resting against Stiles' neck.
“When should we perform the ritual?” The werewolf asked. “We should probably also figure out where.”
“Ideally it should be at dawn or dusk,” Stiles told them, recalling Loki's words. “Preferably somewhere we can see the moon and sun in the sky at the same time. Other than that, it doesn't matter where. But I'm vetoing the forest unless we have no other option. I want to be comfortable for this.”
All three considered where they could go. They would need privacy, of course, and some measure of comfort given that the ritual primarily consisted of sexual acts between the three of them.
“I may know somewhere,” Peter spoke slowly. “I can check it out later tonight, see that it is still suitable.”
“Okay,” Stiles nodded. “Um, when should we? I mean, given how things have been going lately, we need to do it sooner rather than later, and... oh crap, we're going to have to tell Derek, aren't we?”
“I call not it,” Peter raised his hand. “He's already killed me once, I'd rather it didn't happen again.”
“Wuss,” Stiles muttered as he rolled his eyes, then let out a yelp when Peter smacked his ass.
“It may be best if Stiles breaks the news,” Chris interjected. “Out of all of us, Derek is least likely to harm you. And you can talk him out of a rage easier than anyone else.”
“Or talk him into a rage,” Stiles felt compelled to point out even as he gave in to the idea. “Whatever. I'll talk to him while Peter's off doing his reconnaissance thing.”
“For now,” Chris said, “let's go back to my place and talk for a while. If we are going to be bondmates, we should start keeping in touch more frequently, and spending more time together socially. It's going to take a lot of work to balance a bond like this.”
“I agree,” Peter murmured, and Stiles nodded as well. “I think the rewards will be worth it though.”
Stiles left a note for his dad saying he was at Allison's. Technically it wasn't even a lie, it was just that Allison wasn't going to be there. She was spending a couple of days with Lydia, and Chris figured it was a good time to start working out how the three men would fit together.
For the moment Chris and Stiles were alone. Peter had volunteered to pick up some dinner, allowing the other two some time to talk.
“You're sure about this?” Stiles asked, unable to stop poking at the subject.
“Yes, Stiles,” Chris replied gently. He leaned back on the couch and pulled Stiles with him so that they were lightly touching along their sides. “After the first ritual, I may not ever join you and Peter in the bedroom. On the other hand, in time I might grow more accustomed to the idea and want to join you. But I have no intention of remarrying anyway, so if I can get company without having to love another woman, this bond will work for me after we settle the problems Beacon Hills is suffering.”
Chris' arm was resting along the back of the sofa with his fingers cautiously brushing back and forth against Stiles' shoulder. After a moment of thought, Stiles leaned his head into Chris' shoulder and threw an arm around his middle in a hug.
“Okay, I'll quit asking. But, ah - you're okay with hugs, right? Cause the bond's gonna need some sort of physical contact, even if it's not sexual.”
“Hugs are fine,” Chris replied, allowing himself to be poked and prodded into position. “I do miss human contact, I admit.”
“Cool. I'm a pretty physical person. Well, tactile. I use my words before my fists, but y'know, I like being able to touch people.” Stiles shrugged a little, grin turning sheepish. “Scott and my dad used to get the brunt of it. I guess now I can just use you as a handy hug dispenser.”
“I'm never going to understand you.” Stiles' head bounced a little where it was resting on Chris' chest as the man huffed a laugh. “But that's alright. You certainly keep things interesting.”
“That's what I live for.”
Soon enough there was a knock on the front door and Chris rose to answer it, despite Stiles' half-hearted attempts to cling. Soon enough he was back, followed by Peter who was carrying backs of food that smelled divine.
Dinner passed quickly, and before he knew it Stiles was on the couch with Peter while Chris disposed of the rubbish.
“Have a nice chat while I was out?” Peter asked, leaning in to sniff along Stiles' neck. “I could smell you all over each other when I got here.”
Stiles forced himself not to squirm under Peter's attention. He'd known the werewolf was creepy when he'd started this, he wasn't going to back out now.
“I really hope you're not gonna get all jealous and possessive,” Stiles said instead. “This won't work if Chris and I can't touch. Or Chris and you, for that matter.”
“I didn't say it bothered me,” Peter smirked back. “In fact, it smelt good. Right.” He returned to nuzzling, and this time Stiles raised a hand to card through Peter's hair. The werewolf let out a pleased-sounding sigh, which made Stiles really want to laugh.
“Yeah yeah, sniff sniff sniff. You wolves are all - mph!” Stiles was cut off by a pair of firm lips pressing against his own. There was a moment of confusion as Stiles figured out what to do, but soon he was kissing back, eyes closed and hands grabbing at Peter. The werewolf wasn't exactly a picture of composure either, with both hands wrapping around Stiles' waist and getting as close to him as possible while still remaining seated.
It was Stiles first proper kiss - he wasn't counting a couple of awkward, fumbling encounters in middle school - and he found that hie enjoyed it a lot. Not necessarily the physical part, though that did feel nice, but the best part was having all of Peter's attention focussed on him. Stiles was self-aware enough to know that he was quite self-involved a lot of the time (hello, teenager), so being the centre of someone else's attention soothed a part of him that never quite felt good enough. In return, Stiles tried to make Peter feel just as good, just as special.
Their hands were just starting to wander a little too much, when they were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
“Ahem.”
Stiles reluctantly pulled away and tipped his head back. Chris was standing behind the couch, arms crossed, though he also looked faintly amused.
“While I'm glad you two are getting along,” he said in a dry tone, “you should probably save it for the bonding ritual. We don't want to get ahead of ourselves.”
Peter and Stiles exchanged glances, and Stiles swore he could see the mischief in the werewolf's eyes. Sure enough, almost to o fast to see, Peter's hand shot up to grab Chris by the front of the shirt and yank him down. Stiles laughed at Chris' look of surprise, then he and Peter leaned in to press a kiss to either side of the hunter's face.
Chris sighed, but there was a faint smile tugging at his mouth, and his tone was fond if rather exasperated.
“Wonderful. I'm binding myself to a pair of children.”
“Yes,” Peter agreed, looking smug. “It is wonderful, isn't it?”
Later that night, Stiles lay face-down on his bed and contemplate suffocating himself with his pillow. The talk with Derek hadn't gone well. In fact, it was still going badly - about ten minutes after getting home, Derek had called to shout and growl some more.
“Stiles, you are not doing this!”
“Yes I am,” Stiles sighed. “I get that it's a pretty extreme reaction, but this is a pretty extreme situation.”
“But Peter? Really? And Argent? How can you trust them so easily?”
“Oh please, nothing about this is easy,” Stiles rolled his eyes. “Believe me. I'm way too hyperactive, not to mention too young. Peter's creepy even when he'd trying not to be, and has a hell of a time letting things go. And Chris is still mourning pretty much his entire family, and seems half convinced that he'll be going to hell for this.” Stiles paused and bit his lip, not sure if he should be revealing all of this. If he couldn't convince Derek though, then then technically he could force Peter to not go through with the bond thanks to his Alpha influence. “Derek, if all of this works we can get rid of the Alpha pack. Hell, we'll be able to get rid of pretty much any big bad that tries to cause trouble. I can deal with being married to Peter and Chris if it comes with those sorts of benefits.”
There was silence for a few moments, and Stiles swore he could feel Derek angsting down the phone line.
“I still don't like it,” Derek growled. “If either of them does anything you don't like, or they hurt you-”
“Then you'll bust out the Alpha-fangs,” Stiles interrupted, grinning. It always made him feel happy when Derek proved that he thought of Stiles as pack. “Dude, it's gonna work out. You'll see.”
“Stiles, things never work out for us.”
“Shut up, you'll jinx us.”
Part Three