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Title: The Silver Fox's Burrow – The Alphas of Stiles Stilinski / Mischief Mondays Series
TW Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Jeff Davis and MTV. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Tags: m/m, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, No Hale Fire AU, Fox Chris, Fox Stiles, fluff, f/f
Main Pairing: Chris/Stiles
Side Pairings: Malia/Kira, Noah/Peter
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Noah Stilinski, Allison Argent, Malia Tate, Kira Yukimura
Summary: Since his mother’s death, Stiles has been the only fox-shifter in Beacon Hills. Until Chris and Allison Argent move to town. Because the Argents are silver foxes. Stiles immediately decides that Allison should be his best friend. For Chris, well, he has other ideas.
The Silver Fox's Burrow
The Alphas of Stiles Stilinski / Mischief Mondays Series
Stiles was the only fox shifter in Beacon Hills. It was predominantly werewolf territory – under the protection of the Hale Pack – but other shifters lived there too, either as part of the pack, like Stiles, or just living under the pack’s protection.
Sure, there was Kira, his basically-essentially-practically sister-in-law (so they were only sixteen and thus no marriage was happening anytime soon but ssshhh it was only a matter of time, really!), who was a kitsune, but… kitsune, while foxes by nature, weren’t the same as shifters. She didn’t have the same heightened senses and instincts as shifters and she also didn’t have the ability to turn into a fox, which meant that Stiles couldn’t run around on four paws with her.
It was fine though. He had the pack. There was always a wolf or a coyote willing to run with him. It just… It was different. Scotty and the other wolves had others of their own kin to run with, who understood each other’s instincts better. Foxes weren’t wolves.
The key difference between them laid in their hunting behavior. The pack would hunt together, the big, strong wolves going for larger prey. Stiles, as a fox, was more interested in hunting smaller prey. And though foxes weren’t pack-oriented, they were still social creatures in that they lived and hunted in families.
Now that he was sixteen years old, presented as an omega nine months ago, he should be out there, being taught how to hunt by his parents. Only that his father was human and his mother was dead. And there were no other foxes who would go out to teach him how to hunt, or hunt with him.
It made him feel unfathomably lonely, especially when one of his wolf friends would talk excitedly about the last pack run or the last pack hunt. Even when Stiles participated, he still felt lonely, surrounded by all the wolves he loved, because he wasn’t like them.
He’d been missing his mom desperately ever since he had presented. She’d been a fox and she had also been an omega. She was supposed to be here, to teach him all the important things like hunting, nesting, picking a potential mate and keeping them on their toes, the way she used to tell him so fondly about how she had swept his father off his feet.
Stiles was the only fox in Beacon Hills. Until one day in January during Stiles’ sophomore year in high school. He was walking up to the school with his sister, listening to Malia complain about the math test she had later that day and how she still didn’t know where to take Kira for their date on Friday, when all of a sudden a new scent hit him. People’s scents tended to blend together, especially in a crowded place like the high school, and he had to focus on someone to get their specific scent. But this one stood out – because it was the scent of a fox. Stiles’ eyes flashed golden without him meaning to, causing Malia next to him to pause, frown and sniff too.
“What is it?” Malia asked, clearly not catching it.
Maybe because the coyote wasn’t as in tune with the scent of fox as Stiles. Or as desperate to smell it. Stiles’ head turned as he followed the scent and then he spotted her. A girl with long dark hair and dimples, smelling like fox. He had never seen her before. His entire face brightened as he headed toward her with a single-minded determination.
“He—ello,” Stiles greeted her and wrapped an arm around her. “I’m Stiles and you are going to be my new best friend.”
The girl looked startled and somewhere in the crowd of students, Scott made a wounded noise that Stiles consequently ignored. There was another fox in Beacon Hills and on top of that, she was an omega like him! Stiles could maybe perhaps make a fox friend, who would also get what it meant to be an omega, holy shit he was winning the lottery here.
“Hello,” her eyes danced with amusement. “I’m Allison. I’m new here.”
“Great, awesome. Hello, Allison,” Stiles’ grin widened. “Let me show you the school and introduce you to everyone you absolutely need to know. You’ll fit right in here.”
/break\
Chris raised his head when his daughter came home, groaned and collapsed on the couch. Beacon Hills was supposed to be a fresh start, after her mother’s death. No more traveling around, settling down and finding a home. He’d hoped she would find a connection at school quickly and settle in well, but he was also worried since Beacon Hills was mostly wolf territory and foxes and wolves often didn’t get along. Had her first day already given her trouble…?
“Hello, princess. Everything alright…?”
Allison gave another groan and rolled over so Chris could see the smile on her face. “I have been forcibly befriended by the weirdest boy I ever met.”
Well, Chris had no idea what to do with that, but he tensed. “What does ‘forcibly’ mean?”
Lifting her hands up, Allison laughed. “Nothing bad! He just walked up to me, declared we would be best friends and then proceeded to show me the school, where everything was, warned me which teachers are particularly tough, and introduced me to his friends. Which was… a lot. But it was… nice. He was nice. Kind of a snarky asshole, but in a charming way?”
She sat up and bit her lip. “I was kinda worried, about not fitting in, being the new girl in the middle of the school year and all. But he treated me like we’ve known each other forever and his friends were really nice too, well, most of them anyway.”
Chris’ expression softened as he nodded. “That’s good. I’m glad.”
/break\
Stiles was jittery. It was probably really stupid to be this nervous. Gods, how pathetic was this. He was having a friend over. He had friends over all the time! Most of the time against his will (werewolves had a weird habit of breaking in through his bedroom window for midnight cuddles. Incredibly cuddly creatures. But super sensitive whenever he would call them cuddly for it)!
“Relax, pup,” Peter murmured softly, resting a grounding hand in Stiles’ neck.
Stiles took a deep breath and leaned into the other omega. “I’m being stupid.”
“Don’t go around calling my kid stupid,” Noah grumbled from where he was setting the table.
“Foxes may not be as…“ Peter trailed off for a moment.
“Needy,” Noah supplied helpfully, gaining a glare from Peter. “Don’t glare at me. You have, repeatedly, come to the station, growling at every deputy who wanted something from me, just before you wanted to curl together on my lap and get pets.”
Peter narrowed his eyes at Noah, but did not refute his mate’s claims. A small grin tugged on Stiles’ lips at the exchange and the fond look on his dad’s face. After his mom had died, Stiles’ dad had been alone and miserable for a long time. He’d also been drinking a lot. And then Peter Hale came sauntering into their lives and just kind of claimed his spot in it, until things between him and Noah turned more than friendly. Now, Stiles had a Step Wolf and, technically, also a Step Coyote, because with Peter came Peter’s daughter Malia. The house was louder, fuller and warmer than it had been since Claudia Stilinski’s death and Stiles was grateful for it.
“The point being,” Peter growled, snapping playfully at Noah before returning his attention to Stiles. “That even if not as strong as for a wolf, foxes still crave some semblance of community. She’s the first fox you met since your mother died. You’re allowed to be nervous. I promise we won’t embarrass you in front of your new friend, mh?”
He grave Stiles’ neck another squeeze and ran his hand down Stiles’ spine. Stiles shot him a grateful look and then watched how his dad and Malia finished setting the table just in time for the doorbell to ring. Before anyone else could react did Stiles dart out of the room and open the door. Allison was all bright-eyed and dimpled smile… and behind Allison stood the most handsome alpha Stiles had ever seen. Stiles’ mouth stood open just a little as he took the man in, all silver-gray hair, a well-kept beard, sparkling, blue eyes, broad chest and shoulders with tempting arms and thick thighs. When he noticed that he was staring – worse yet, when he noticed that the handsome alpha had noticed that he was staring – did Stiles’ mouth snap shut with an audible click and he blushed.
“Ally! You made it,” Stiles grinned and tried to distract himself with his friend. “And you brought me a treat, that is so nice of you!”
The handsome alpha cleared his throat at that and shot Stiles a surprised look, eyebrows raised. With his blush darkening did Stiles quickly reach out for the Tupperware box Allison was holding, lifting it up with emphasis. Though he had absolutely been talking about the handsome alpha. And the handsome alpha knew it, because he cocked one eyebrow, quietly calling Stiles’ bluff. Stiles resolutely ignored him and hoped the ground would open up to swallow him whole.
“Since you said your dad would cook for us, I figured I’d bring dessert,” Allison smiled, then turned a little. “This is my dad, Chris Argent. Dad, this is my friend, Stiles. Be nice to him.”
Stiles bit his lip so hard it nearly started bleeding, just so he could keep himself from saying how Stiles wouldn’t mind if that fine man was a little mean to him. In fact, a handsome silver fox could actually be more than just a little mean to Stiles. At that thought, Stiles came to a screeching halt and then burst into laughter.
“…Is everything alright here?” Noah asked warily as he walked out of the kitchen.
“I am… unsure,” Allison replied with a frown.
“I just, sorry, I,” Stiles gasped for breath. “Your dad is a literal silver fox.”
For a moment, the frown on Allison’s face deepened, before she turned to look at her dad. Moments later and she joined Stiles in his giggling fit. Chris huffed but there was a smile on his lips that made his eyes sparkle prettily.
“Stiles,” Noah heaved a sigh and shook his head.
“No. He’s right,” Chris chuckled amused. “My daughter and I, we are silver foxes, not red foxes as Allison tells me your family is. So, I suppose, it’s… accurate.”
At that, or rather at the confirmation that Stiles hadn’t just majorly offended their guest, Noah nodded and held out his hand. “Sheriff Stilinski, but call me Noah when I’m off the clock. My mate, Peter, and our daughter Malia. Good to have you.”
There was a glint in Peter’s eyes, which was never a good sign. It probably meant that Peter had caught on with Stiles’ instant attraction to the hot silver fox. Stiles stepped out of the way and headed into the kitchen to put dessert away for now. Someone please shoot him, the evening hadn’t even started yet and he’d already made a fool of himself all around.
/break\
Foxes and wolves didn’t get along. That was an iron rule Chris’ family had always lived by. His father had always taken that to an extreme. So when Chris took his daughter to get away from his family’s clutches, he chose wolf territory for that very reason.
The longer he lived in Beacon Hills, the more he realized that it had just been old prejudice and blind hatred, not a fact of nature. Alpha Talia Hale was a fair and kind woman who accepted him into the territory, and most of Allison’s new friends were wolves. Which was the most positive development of this move. Allison had very quickly made quite a number of friends.
Chris knew that was thanks to Stiles. The other fox-shifter had taken Allison under his wing and had quickly introduced her to his own friends. And his family, as it turned out. Talia Hale was his aunt, sister of his stepfather Peter, so he was involved with the younger members of the Hale Pack.
When Chris first met Stiles, he’d thought the omega was a horny brat. Now, three months into their stay in Beacon Hills, Chris still thought Stiles was a horny brat, but he also knew that Stiles was sarcastic, witty, smart, a tad bit evil (a lot evil, if he wanted to be) and deeply lonely. That last one was a slow realization that took Chris a while.
When Chris and Allison had first been invited over to the Stilinskis for dinner, Chris had been surprised. Foxes weren’t pack creatures like wolves, but they also weren’t fully solitary – they were family oriented. It was rare for a fox to invite anyone who wasn’t family into their burrow, even friends needed to have a long, strong bond to be invited. So to find himself in front of another fox’s burrow after only a week of being in town, Chris had been… surprised and suspicious.
Realizing that Stiles was the only fox in his family… put that somewhat into perspective. His fathers were a human and a wolf, his sister was a coyote. This wasn’t a fox burrow, it was a wolf den where a fox lived. The boy’s mother had died eight years ago, hadn’t gotten to teach Stiles much about their culture and their instincts. Chris saw that plainly as he observed the family. Stiles acted more wolf than fox, mimicking his stepfather and sister in behavior, probably ignoring some of his own instincts in favor of learned behavior.
Chris softened for the kid over the course of the evening and found himself encouraging Allison’s friendship with Stiles. Found himself spending more time with the young omega too, telling himself it was to give Stiles an older fox authority figure to help him.
Now, three months later, Chris had to reevaluate that. He sat at the camp fire, half listening to Allison and Stiles bickering and laughing. He’d grown fond of Stiles, protective. When he and Allison prepared for their hunt, he had told her to invite Stiles along too.
“I think it’s time to hunt for dinner,” Chris decided with a look at the horizon.
He noticed the way Stiles started fidgeting and seemed increasingly more nervous. While Allison headed for her tent to change, Chris caught Stiles by the upper arm. Stiles’ head snapped up, his big, brown eyes staring at Chris so wide and surprised. That boy had strong prey-vibes, for a predator.
“You okay, kit?” Chris asked gently.
“Yeah. Yeah, no, I just…“ Stiles trailed off, his nose wrinkling. “I just… I’ve never really gone hunting? I mean, I sometimes go with aunt Talia’s pack, but…“
“Foxes aren’t wolves,” Chris gave Stiles’ arm a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay. I’ll teach you.”
He could hear the way Stiles’ heart jumped at that. Letting go of the omega, Chris headed to his own tent to undress and shift. When he walked out again, he was greeted by his daughter. She was smaller and sleeker, but had the same fur as his – a beautiful fade from black to silvery-white at the chest. They nuzzled each other until they were joined by Stiles.
And oh, that boy was beautiful. He was already beautiful in human form – with the plush lips, the big eyes, his slender build and long legs – but his full shift? His fur was a dark red that seemed nearly brown, but was bright bronze when the light hit it right. The same big, brown eyes stared at Chris and the alpha couldn’t help but approach the boy and nuzzle him gently to soothe him.
The three of them headed into the forest together and it was that day that Chris realized that he wasn’t all that selfless when helping Stiles. Because as he hunted, he found himself eager to hunt for Stiles, to provide for Stiles – and not the way he felt about providing for his daughter. No, he wanted to impress the young omega, show him what a good hunter, provider, alpha he was.
Chris wanted the little red fox. He wanted the spitfire omega all for himself.
/break\
Stiles loved spending time with both Allison and Kira together. Though Kira wasn't a shifter, she was still fox enough to feel like kin. Allison giggled a little as she watched Kira playfully nip at Malia's jaw. The coyote growled back and flashed her eyes before rolling them over and pinning Kira to the couch, much to her omega's delight. Stiles snorted and rolled his eyes, earning a much more serious growl from his sister.
“Shut up,” Stiles huffed, throwing a pillow at her. “I reserve the right of annoyance when you are being disgustingly cute.”
“You are such a sour single,” Malia teased, before settling comfortably on top of Kira so her head was pillowed on the kitsune's stomach.
“I am very happily single, thank you very much.”
“So there are no alphas you're into?” Allison asked curiously.
Well, how was Stiles going to get out of this one? He couldn't outright lie, the shifters in the room would hear it. He could also most definitely not tell her that he had the hots for her dad though. And besides, in his defense, he had never meant to seriously fall for Chris Argent, okay? He just wanted to admire the absolute DILF double-meaning-silver-fox.
“He's totally into your dad, how have you not caught on with that?” Malia asked.
Sometimes, Stiles hated her bluntness. On the other hand, she kind of was right. How had Allison not caught on with that? Stiles was being pathetically unsubtle about it. He tried! It was just very hard. Like other certain things. For example, Chris' very yummy muscles.
Allison turned wide-eyed to Stiles. “I mean, I know you're... urgh... attracted to my dad, but...?”
“Listen, he's a ridiculously handsome alpha who keeps being nice to me, hunting with me, making me food and teaching me how to hunt and...” Stiles made a soft, frustrated noise and flopped down onto his belly on the couch. “He makes me feel... safe and understood and... taken care of.”
There was too much silence so he rolled over to look at his friends, just to find all three of them staring at him with varying degrees of concern, pity and surprise. Great. He groaned and buried himself in the pillow, ready to just drop dead on the spot.
“...Is it bad?” Stiles asked unsure, peeking at Allison. “It's weird, right?”
“I mean...” Allison trailed off and wrinkled her nose. “I guess you're kind of his type?”
“...What?” Stiles stared at her stunned.
“You know,” Allison gave a slightly helpless shrug. “You have like the same haircut as mom, she was super pale, slim, tall, a red fox, assertive...”
Stiles just continued staring at her blankly, trying to process. “Why in the world would you say that, you know that just gives me false hope!”
Allison started giggling and nudged him. Stiles heaved a pained sigh. Why would she say that. Now all he could think of was domestic little moments with Chris. Like, cooking dinner with Chris and eating together, sitting in the kitchen and watching Chris mow the lawn in the summer heat with his shirt off and chest glistening with sweat… Another sigh, this one more dreamy.
“Oh, you are really down bad for Mister Argent,” Kira noted stunned. “Look at you, that is the lovesick face I haven’t seen since you accepted that Lydia and Jackson won’t ever break up.”
Stiles grabbed a pillow to throw at the kitsune, making her laugh. And then he realized that all these little fantasies took place in his own home, because he hadn’t been to the Argents’ place yet. He knew that real foxes – foxes that were actually raised as foxes and not like him, by a human and a wolf, in a wolf den – took their burrows really seriously. Foxes were solitary creatures who only bonded and shared with their family. Respecting that, Stiles hadn’t asked to go to Allison’s yet.
/break\
Chris watched Stiles with gentle eyes. The boy was sleepily sprawled out in the backseat of his car. They had gone hunting again. Stiles was a fixture at their hunting trips at this point and Chris loved it. Loved the sleek red fox at his side, the excited chirping whenever Stiles caught a small bird on his own, loved bringing Stiles whatever he caught. Chris knew he was straddling the line here, too close to courting the pretty, little omega. He needed to watch out.
“You still with us, kit?” Chris asked, a little louder.
Stiles yelped awake, blinking sleepily. “Wha…? Are we back in town already?”
“Yeah,” Chris couldn’t help but smile when he saw Stiles rubbing his eyes.
Stiles stretched wide and yawned before checking his phone. The sleepiness melted off him immediately, there was that sharpness again, brows furrowed. Chris exchanged a look with Allison.
“Everything alright, Stiles?” Allison asked, turning to look at her friend.
“Peter says that there’s a hoard of ‘angry fire spiders’ in the preserve, he doesn’t want me to go home alone but it’s also not safe to go into the preserve to the Hale House,” Stiles heaved an annoyed sigh. “Can you drop me off at the Boyds’ maybe…? Melissa is in the hospital and Scott’s helping in the preserve. And while Verne and Boyd are also in the preserve, Anita should be home with Alicia, so I guess that works. I could totally be on my own, but the Step Wolf fusses…”
“You’re staying with us,” Chris declared with furrowed brows.
Stiles’ eyes widened and he turned to stare at him. “No, that’s… It’s fine. I’ll be fine. The Boyds are wolves too, they’re part of the pack. That’ll be okay.”
“You’re coming home with us,” Chris said more firmly. “If there’s a threat in town and your fathers are out there fighting it, you are staying in my line of sight, kit.”
“You really don’t have to though, I know foxes don’t like non-family in their burrows. Seriously, there is pack like all over the town where I could stay,” Stiles tried to argue again.
“Yes,” Chris nodded seriously. “And you are staying with me.”
Stiles flushed, but nodded, accepting defeat. Chris smirked pleased and straightened a little. He noticed the look Allison shot him but he chose to ignore it for now. He knew this was a problem, start to finish. He shouldn’t want the pretty boy, especially since he was Allison’s friend.
“Stiles, can you take the cooler to the kitchen, put it in the fridge? Just inside, straight ahead and then to the right,” Allison instructed. “Dad and I are just gonna bring the tents to the garage.”
Stiles nodded and grabbed the cooler to head inside, though he still looked a little unsure. Chris looked curiously at his daughter as they carried their tents into the garage together. The way Allison paused once the tents were stored in the shelf told Chris that there was something on her mind.
“Just… go for it,” Allison sighed softly, making a face. “I mean, would I prefer if you got a lover who was your own age, and it’s a bit weird, but… I noticed months ago the way you look at Stiles. You look at him the way you used to look at mom. And I… I tried to nudge him into your direction weeks ago, but he thinks there’s no way you could want him. So I need you to take the first step.”
“You…” Chris raised his eyebrows in surprise, staring at his daughter. “You’re fine with this?”
Shrugging, Allison leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I love you, dad. After mom’s death, we kind of drifted around aimlessly before we came here and now… You’re happy again and I know that’s Stiles. He makes you happy and you deserve to be happy, dad.”
“Thank you, princess,” Chris smiled and pulled her in a hug. “Now if the sheriff and the Left Hand of the Hale Pack would be as supportive of this, I would feel much more reassured…”
Allison huffed out a laugh at that. “Yeah, I do not envy you about that, dad. Good luck though.”
/break\
Stiles was staying at the Argents’. He’d been jittery since first entering their house. The three had dinner together – just a quick pan-fry of the left-overs from their hunt, really – and then he went to take a shower in their bathroom – using Chris’ body-wash which smelt like the alpha – and by the time he was done, Chris had prepared the couch downstairs for Stiles to sleep on.
Stiles did not sleep. He was laying awake, staring at the ceiling, tapping his fingers, checking his phone over and over again for every update that he got from any family member (both aunt Talia and dad had sternly told him to ‘go to bed’ now…). Sighing, he sat up and hunched over his phone.
“You’re supposed to lay down and close your eyes. That helps with sleeping, kit.”
Stiles yelped slightly and flailed. He stared wide-eyed at Chris, who stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking ridiculously handsome. He was only wearing low-riding, gray sweatpants. No shirt. Stiles’ face was absolutely on fire as he looked at hard abs, tattoos and silver chest-hair. The scent of the alpha’s musk was also all around and it made Stiles’ mouth water and heat pool in his belly. Chris was like the perfect alpha. Stiles had never thought he would meet someone like that. He was a fox, older, hot, kind, sweet, a good cook, clearly a good dad – and down the road, Stiles did want kits of his own. He was the whole package, and it was a very fine package too.
“How am I supposed to sleep while two thirds of my family are out there fighting surprisingly clever monsters?” Stiles complained with a glare. “And yes, two thirds. The adults actually made the call to send the teenagers of the pack house. Mal is having a sleepover with our cousins.”
Chris’ eyes softened as he stepped up to Stiles, resting a firm hand in his neck to give it a soothing squeeze. “I know you’re worried, but you need to sleep, kit. Tomorrow’s a school day.”
Stiles hit his lips and wrapped his arms around his knees. “I just… can’t.”
“Is it because you’re in my burrow?” Chris asked softly. “Does that make you uncomfortable…?”
“No,” Stiles’ head snapped up. “I feel safe with you. Protected.”
“Okay,” Chris nodded pleased and then… bent down and picked Stiles up.
With a yelp did Stiles wrap his arms around Chris’ neck to hold onto the alpha. The alpha who was carrying him around like he weighed nothing. The display did things to Stiles that went beyond arousal. So it took his brain to get online again, until he was placed on a large bed that smelt like Chris in an intoxicating, delicious way. Stiles started purring as he rearranged himself among the pillows and blankets, making the most rudimentary nest.
“...I can take the guest room, you can have the bed,” Chris offered when he noticed the nesting.
With burning ears did Stiles shake his head. “It’s your bed. Sorry, I didn’t meant to…”
“Don’t apologize for nesting,” Chris huffed as he climbed into bed with Stiles. “It means you feel comfortable and safe. Actually makes me very proud that you feel that way in my bed, kit.”
Stiles’ heart was racing in his rib-cage when Chris wrapped his arms around Stiles and pulled him close. Stiles nuzzled into Chris’ chest, getting comfortable against the alpha, inhaling his soothing scent and drinking in the feeling of strong arms around him.
“I’m gonna keep you safe,” Chris promised, pressing a kiss to his temple.
For the first time in hours did Stiles feel himself relax. He smiled softly as he drifted off to sleep.
/break\
Chris woke up to the honey-sweet scent of his chosen omega all around him. Sighing contently, Chris nuzzled into the soft fur that smelt so good and comforting. The little red fox in his arms gave a sleepy little noise and snuggled closer to Chris too. Stiles had shifted in his sleep, all sleek and red fur. Chris loved his full-shift, he was simply beautiful. And, apparently, he was just the right size to curl together on Chris’ chest to sleep. A small, pleased smile spread over Chris’ lips as he ruffled the fur behind Stiles’ ear, making the younger fox yip pleased. It was only when Stiles’ phone on the nightstand started buzzing insistently that the two of them sat up and Stiles turned back.
“Whazzup, Step Wolf?” Stiles asked sleepily, pulling the blanket around himself.
“Good morning to you too, pup,” Peter huffed on the other end. “We took the last of these beasts down half an hour ago. Your father is just grabbing a quick shower at the pack house and then we’re heading home. Malia is going to school with your cousins, but do you want us to pick you up? You never did say where you ended up staying for the night, sweetheart.”
“Uhm…” Stiles’ eyes darted to Chris. “I’m at the Argents’.”
There was a long beat of silence. “Hand me Christopher, dear.”
“Ri—ight, I’ll just go and look if he’s already-”
“Just hand him the phone, Mieczysław,” Peter’s voice was sharper now.
Chris raised his eyebrows at the name and took the phone from Stiles. “Hello, Peter.”
“Stiles is presented and old enough to choose himself,” Peter spoke calmly. “But if you ever lay a hand on him in a way he doesn’t want, be that sexually or violently, I will rip your throat out and tear you apart. And that’s the lucky outcome, because if my mate gets his hands on you first, your fate will be much, much worse. Am I understood, Christopher?”
“Crystal clear, Peter,” Chris nodded. “I’ll see you for the poker game tonight.”
“Make sure that he goes to school on time,” Peter demanded before hanging up.
Stiles gave a deep, annoyed groaned and flopped backward. The blanket pooled around Stiles’ waist, leaving his chest bare and for Chris to marvel at. The span of pale skin, doted with moles, a light definition along his stomach and perky nipples that drew his attention.
Stiles sniffed curiously and tilted his head. “Why do you smell so good all of a sudden?”
“Because there is a beautiful naked omega sprawled out on my bed,” Chris replied amused.
With a yelp did Stiles pull the blanket all the way up to his nose. “You can’t just say things like that! That gives a poor, unmated omega all kinds of ideas.”
“Considering I just got a shovel-talk from one of your fathers, I think it’s safe to say that I want you to get these ideas,” Chris cocked one eyebrow. “I invited you into my burrow and into my bed.”
Tentatively did Stiles sit up, the blanket still tightly wrapped around himself. He was biting his lip, looking eager but worried. Slowly, he leaned forward until he was sitting between Chris’ legs, one hand resting on Chris’ thigh. He tilted his head and then pressed his lips clumsily to Chris’. A small smile spread over Chris’ lips as his fingers curled around Stiles’ neck. He guided his boy closer and then gave him a proper kiss, gently leading and having his omega eagerly follow.
“Okay,” Stiles gasped when they parted, his lips shiny and red. “Yeah. That was good. Really good. Let’s do that again. A lot.”
Chuckling, Chris rested his forehead against Stiles’. “Later, baby. For now, I believe your fathers are going to be very angry if you’re late for school.”
“School,” Stiles groaned and nuzzled into Chris’ neck. “Right. School.”
“I could pick you up after school and you could have more kisses then?” Chris offered softly.
At that, Stiles perked up with a bright grin, suddenly very motivated for the day. Warmth filled Chris at that and he stole one last kiss from his beautiful omega before getting ready for the day.
~*~ The End ~*~