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Peter opened the door to his apartment, shocked to see Christopher Argent standing there. The last time that he had spoken to the hunter, he had told him that he was cutting ties with the Argent family and trying to help the local packs that were being hunted. He was sure that would be the last he heard from the hunter.
“Christopher, what brings you to my humble abode?” He asked, leaning against the door frame.
“Is it true?” Chris asked, looking at him with his ice-blue eyes.
“Is what true?”
“Stiles, does he really feel responsible for what happened with Allison?”
Peter sighed, ushering Chris into the apartment. While he closed and locked the door behind him, Chris had a look around. He was well acquainted with what Peter’s apartment looked like, so he was surprised to see bits of the pack laying around.
“Sit down, Christopher. If we are going to have this conversation, we are going to sit and be comfortable,” Peter said, pushing the other man over to the couch.
Once they were seated, Chris turned his attention back to the wolf.
“Are you going to answer my question now?” He asked.
Peter sighed.
“Yes, it’s true. Stiles still has nightmares that focus on him killing Allison. Derek and I have tried to comfort him and remind him that he isn’t to blame, that it was the Nogsitune that did it, but it doesn’t help. He had a breakdown because one of the victims a while back looked like her.”
Chris sighed.
“I was worried about that. I didn’t run because of all of it, I just wanted to make sure that the kids would be safe here. I need to talk to him, I need to tell him that it wasn’t his fault and I don’t blame him.”
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Chris became a permanent fixture around the loft after that. Peter didn’t really complain, except for when it came to the attention of Shadow. The dog seemed to latch onto Chris almost the same way he had latched onto Stiles, and it was driving Peter up a wall.
“Why do you like him so much?” Peter demanded when, once again, Shadow took off to attach himself to Chris instead of continuing the game they had been playing.
“He had good taste,” Chris said, bending down to pick the puppy up.
“Stop fighting over my puppy. Chris, could you come and check this information for me? Peter and I have been looking at it for hours and we need to make sure that we have everything we need before the pack gets here,” Stiles said, pointing at the notebook that he had sitting on the counter.
“Sure thing.”
Peter glared at him for a moment. He knew that he was reacting like this because of his own attraction to the hunter, but he wasn’t going to admit that to the man in question.
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Stiles came back from his father’s house and was immediately greeted by both Shadow and the sound of Peter and Chris fighting.
“Your sister murdered my entire family!” Peter exclaimed, glaring at Chris from one side of the table.
“Your sister held a woman hostage until she gave birth, gave the baby up, and removed your memories of your child!” Chris yelled back, leaning against the table to glare at Peter.
“Your lovely little girl stabbed Isaac thirty-two times!”
“Your nephew bit my wife, making her kill herself!”
“Your father started a genocidal war against all supernaturals on the planet!”
“YOU started a Deadpool in this territory, intending on the genocide of all supernatural creatures!”
“What the hell are they doing?” Stiles asked, walking over to settle on the couch next to Derek. Derek immediately wrapped an arm around him, letting Shadow settle between them.
“Arguing about which one of their families is worse,” Derek said, flipping the page in the book he was reading.
Stiles sat there in silence for a minute, listening to the older men yell.
“Are - Are they arguing for their own families or each other’s?” He asked, looking up at Derek as he pressed closer to him.
“I have no idea anymore. They have been at it for an hour now.”
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Stiles finally got sick of hearing the two argue and came up with a plan to make them stop. He called them both and told them that he needed their help with something. When Peter arrived, Stiles showed him to the office upstairs, where he had information about Sparks pulled up. When Chris arrived, he also showed him to the office, before closing the door and using his Spark to keep them inside.
“Stiles, if you don’t let us out right now…” Peter growled.
“You won’t do shit, Peter, Derek would tear you apart first. Now, you two are going to sort out this sexual tension that is bleeding off of you. The door will open when you’ve decided what you are going to do with this. Toodles,” Stiles said, skipping off to the kitchen.
Christopher sighed, sitting down on the couch. He knew this was going to happen eventually, he just hadn’t thought it would be Stiles that did it.
“Can you believe this? Who does he...why do you smell like that?” Peter asked, turning his attention to the hunter.
“Like what?”
“Like you want to be here. You were angry a minute ago, and now you seem pleased. What is going on, Christopher?”
Chris sighed, looking up at the wolf.
“Peter, you and I have a long history and you know I would never lie to you. So, you know that it’s the truth when I say that Stiles is right.”
Peter froze, looking at the hunter. He could hear his steady heartbeat, a sound that he could pick up from across town. He knew that the hunter would never lie to him, but the admission still made his breath catch in his throat.
“What…”
“Peter, I’m in love with you. I would rather pick a fight than admit that, but it’s true.”
Peter looked at him for a moment. Then, he took several steps closer to Chris. He dropped down to his knees and cupped the hunter’s face.
“I’m going to kiss you, Christopher. I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t stab me when I do.”
Chris nodded. Peter leaned forward and sealed his lips against Chris’. The hunter moaned, leaning into the kiss. They kissed until they ran out of air, Peter pulling back and pressing his forehead against Chris’.
“I should have done that years ago,” Chris said when he caught his breath.
“The door is open! If you fuck in my office, I will make it so neither of you will be able to do it again!” Stiles called.