Murder Triad

Stiles was done being ignored and underestimated. He was ready to take what was his. That included Peter, included making Peter his Alpha, taking back his Hale Pack, a murder and a couple resurrections. The Nogitsune was more than happy to help him get what he wanted.

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Teen Wolf || Stetsune|| Teen Wolf || Murder Triad || Teen Wolf || Stetsune|| Teen Wolf

Title: Murder Triad – Stiles Summer Stories 2024

Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, Pack Alpha Peter, Spark Stiles, magic, resurrection, hurt/comfort, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, double penetration, knotting, mild BDSM, murder, possessiveness, spanking

Main Pairing: Peter/Nogitsune/Stiles

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Nogitsune, Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd III, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Cora Hale

Writer's Month Prompts: double + beach

Summary: Stiles was done being ignored and underestimated. He was ready to take what was his. That included Peter, included making Peter his Alpha, taking back his Hale Pack, a murder and a couple resurrections. The Nogitsune was more than happy to help him get what he wanted.

Murder Triad

Stiles Summer Stories 2024

Stiles whined, a throaty and needy sound. Hands dragged over his ribs, teasing, while lips trailed over his spine, sharp teeth scratching over his skin, leaving marks. The thought made Stiles shudder, his cock jerking. His mate chuckled at his reaction, rewarding him with a bite to the neck. More marking, a possessive sign that Stiles was his. It made Stiles keen.

"No," Stiles whimpered, bucking back.

Not a sound of protest, but a nickname filled with affection. The Nogitsune smiled pleased, his hands grabbing Stiles' waist tight, tight enough that he would leave bruises, thrilling both of them. Stiles loved being marked up as much as No loved marking his boy. He'd always been possessive, loved owning. And he now finally owned his boy, all of him. Body, mind, soul and heart. All his.

He picked up the pace to reward his gorgeous boy, thrusting deeper and harder into Stiles, his cock sliding in and out of Stiles, dragging the most delicious noises from those pink, plush lips. Growling, the Nogitsune bent over Stiles, sinking his teeth into the soft of Stiles' neck, a neck that was willingly and eagerly bared at him. With a scream on his lips did Stiles come untouched, just from the feeling of No's fangs sinking into his neck while his cock sank deep into him. He tightened around the Nogitsune, dragging an orgasm out of his mate too. With another growl did the Nogitsune come, hard and deep inside his boy. Marking him from the inside too.

"You're perfect, my little vixen," the Nogitsune whispered darkly, kissing along Stiles' neck.

Soft, gentle kisses. Comfort that his boy loved and craved and No was more than eager to give him. The two of them collapsed sideways on their bed. Well, Stiles' bed. But then the Nogitsune had been living here for a long time now. And nobody knew. A wicked grin spread over his lips as he splayed a hand out on his boy's stomach. His. And nobody knew. He pressed a kiss to Stiles' temple, tender and loving enough to make the boy keen. So starved for love. And No was more than willing to give it, was willing to give his boy everything, as long as he got to keep him.

/break\

Stiles sat on the armchair in the corner, as far away from the rest of the pack as physically possible without being too obvious about it. Not that he really thought they would notice. Maybe they wouldn't even notice if he wasn't there. People paid less and less attention to him since the possession. Some days, Stiles wasn't even sure if he was really there.

They'd fought so hard to get him back. But what for? Once they thought they banished the Nogitsune, they just… went back to how things were. Like nothing had happened. And yet everything had changed at the same time. And they expected him to be back to normal too, like normal was still a concept that applied to him. Could ever apply to him again.

He pulled his legs up against his chest, wrapping his arms around them. A gentle hand was placed on his shoulder and he had to fight the urge to turn and look at No. He couldn't draw attention. They couldn't know that No was still there, they'd try to take him away from Stiles and Stiles couldn't lose him, he was all Stiles had left.

An intense gaze on him drew his attention away from his spiraling thoughts. Right. Nobody was wrong. Someone was paying very close attention to him, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to dig into him, tear open his skin and bend his bones out of the way until he could see right into Stiles' soul. See the black, warped mess that was left of it, anyway. And yet, even seeing that, he didn't shy away. Why would he? Peter Hale's soul was as black and warped and messy.

Stiles looked up, blinking repeatedly as he stared at Peter with a near vacant gaze. Holding Peter's gaze without flinching. Those eyes were captivating. Stiles had found them even more fascinating when they'd bled red. Red and ruthless. Swallowing hard, Stiles curled together tighter.

Everyone else droned on about whatever this pack meeting was even about. Scott, that perfect infallible True Alpha, with his betas hanging off his every word. There was a time, Stiles remembered, when he'd have done the same. When he'd backed all of Scott's statements, as painfully naive and too good as they were. Now, though, Stiles could only sneer at the endless optimism and the naivety that led to too many villains living. All that forgiveness, what good did it do? They'd just come back with a vengeance. No's hand slipped around his neck, gently curling.

Stiles had to fight the whimper, even as he tilted his head back. Baring his throat to his mate, begging No to hold him tighter. The Nogitsune smiled down at him with a face so much like Stiles' and yet so very different, from his eyes to his smile and his sharp teeth.

When No looked away from him, Stiles couldn't help but follow his gaze. Peter. No was looking at Peter. And Peter was looking at Stiles. If possible even more intense than before. Hungry. Right. He'd just bared his throat to the Nogitsune and he was the only one who could see the fox-spirit. Peter had simply seen him bare his throat and it appealed to the wolf. That thought sent a pulse of want through Stiles. Peter's attention did that to him, he craved it.

"You want him," No commented, no judgment, just a statement.

Stiles couldn't reply. Someone may hear. He hated being heard these days, hated drawing attention. Either the others would look at him with so much pity in their eyes that it suffocated him, like he was broken beyond repair, a spooked animal that could no longer be trusted to make any decisions himself, who needed to be kept out of danger. So he was kept out of any attacks, any fights, to the point of him being barely at the fringe of the pack. Stiles didn't know what was worse. Those who looked at him with pity, or those who looked at him with distrust. Who thought the Nogitsune was still there or would return and that Stiles was a danger that needed to be put down.

A twisted smile form on his lips at the thought. He wondered what they'd say if they knew that the Nogitsune was still there, that he fucked Stiles into the mattress every night and that Stiles liked it.

Peter tilted his head intrigued by the smile and Stiles quickly schooled his features again. They both knew that Peter was aware something was wrong with him. Was maybe the only person who knew something was wrong with him. Was maybe the only person who cared that something was wrong with him. And Stiles had no idea how to feel about either of those.

"You want him," No repeated, more firmly this time. "What are you willing to do for him?"

Stiles tensed at those words, his breath hitching. What was the Nogitsune saying…? Was he threatening Peter? Stiles was aware of how possessive No was of him, how much he hated the idea of anyone trying to take Stiles away from him. But Stiles had also managed to make him promise no more killing the people in Stiles' life, even if they treated him wrong. And Stiles was very acutely aware of how much No wanted to kill Scott and half the pack – he could feel it, in his own bones, thrumming in his own heart, because they were one.

"I'll let you have him," No whispered, his voice a dark purr. "What would you do for that, mh? If I'd let you have him, keep him? Will you finally do as I ask of you? As I plead with you?"

Stiles' eyes widened and his breath was caught in his throat. Completely overwhelmed. What. No wasn't threatening Peter, he was offering Peter to Stiles? A dangerous feeling started to unfurl in his chest. Hope. He hadn't felt that in a while. It was foreign and uncomfortable. And yet Stiles felt himself cling onto it like a desperate man onto a lifeline.

"Yes," Stiles whispered so low, not even the wolves should hear it.

Most didn't. They were too busy with their own conversation and planning whatever attack they wanted to execute on whatever enemy had invaded their territory this time. Not like it was of interest to Stiles, nobody wanted his help anyway. Not in planning, not in executing. But there was one wolf in the room whose focus was solely on Stiles. Peter narrowed his eyes curiously.

/break\

No hated these stupid pack-meetings. They were pointless and it wasn't as though they were part of McCall's pack anyway. They were a pack of two, just No and his little vixen. He just wished his boy would see it that way too, would finally agree to leave this hell-town behind. It was the least he could do, really, considering he'd already forced No not to raze the town to the ground. The clear compromise would be for Stiles to leave with him.

The most interesting thing about these pack-meetings was Peter Hale. The wolf was sharp, ruthless, vindictive, driven by vengeance and blood for blood. Things No could relate to, could appreciate. The problem was that Peter looked at Stiles with too much interest and too much lust. No didn't appreciate that too much, that boy was his and his alone.

He tilted his head intrigued, his hand around his boy's throat, holding him secure and close. Peter's eyes were burning with desire as they fixated Stiles' tempting, pale throat. Smiling viciously, No curled his fingers in a way that tilted Stiles' just enough to show off the bite-mark he'd left on that delicious neck last night. Peter's eyes widened and flashed blue. So much want and desire that it sent a thrill down the Nogitsune's back. A knowing smirk spread over his lips as a plan formed.

Because Stiles was his and he was sick and tired of sharing his attention with this town that didn't deserve him. The Nogitsune's eyes darkened – literally darkened, turning fully black as inky shadows bled into them – at the thought of how those others were treating his precious boy. They had the greatest treasure among them and they did not cherish him the way he deserved.

"You want him," No told his boy plainly, amused by Stiles' tense reaction.

And so he repeated himself. "You want him. What are you willing to do for him?"

His boy went through a delightful little reaction there. Cute. Yes, the Nogitsune's first instinct had been to tear Peter Hale to shreds for looking at his boy, for lusting after his boy. But. Stiles had made him promise not to hurt anyone else in this gods forsaken town. How boring. Another reason why they needed to get out of here, go some place where No could revel in his kills. His eyes landed on Peter Hale again. The man would delight in the killing, would be right there alongside No, would perhaps even be able to help No motivate Stiles into joining in on the fun.

"I'll let you have him," No whispered, his voice a dark purr. "What would you do for that, mh? If I'd let you have him, keep him? Will you finally do as I ask of you? As I plead with you?"

This time, Stiles' reaction was even more beautiful, his voice a breathy whispered plea. "Yes."

Good. No purred in delight, rewarding his boy by tightening his grip on Stiles' throat ever so slightly. Not to cause harm, but to be that grounding pressure that his boy loved and craved so dearly. Leaning down, the Nogitsune placed a gentle kiss on Stiles' forehead.

"Then you shall have him, my little vixen. He shall be ours."

/break\

Peter was walking back to his car with a casualty that didn't match his racing mind. He was well aware of the fact that he was being followed. Stiles wasn't trying to be subtle or stealthy. No, the boy simply walked a couple paces behind Peter, trailing after him with languished steps.

He hadn't had a proper interaction with the boy in weeks. Stiles evaded any attempt. Last one into the pack-meetings, first one out. Sometimes, it felt like he just turned invisible. Then again, Stiles was a Spark – a fact most of this pack seemed to have completely forgotten and it infuriated Peter beyond belief. Every new plan they made where they shut Stiles out, not just from planning (the thing that Stiles excelled in), but also from executing. As though Stiles wasn't the most powerful member of this ragtag group of teenagers. But then, Peter supposed, that was the problem.

They were afraid of him. The few times that Stiles had used his magic early after the possession, most of the pack had recoiled from him. Stiles was powerful and if there was a lingering darkness in him – which, let Peter be clear, was just so obviously the case that it was painful how nobody else seemed to have noticed – and so they shied away from him, afraid of what he was capable of.

Peter? He wasn't a fool or a coward. He wanted to see. See Stiles' full potential, what he could do if he really put his mind to it. Just how powerful the young Spark was. No, Peter didn't just want to see it, he was desperate to see it, in a way that was near frightening because Peter Hale did not do desperate. Yet this boy? He tempted Peter, filled him with an incomparable longing.

He needed to have him. Stiles needed to be his. Derek, Cora, Isaac and Jackson were waiting for him in London. Waiting for him to join them, hopefully bringing Stiles with him. Yet so far, the Spark had evaded him over and over again, not even letting him ask, much less letting him kidnap the boy (and at this point in time, Peter was not above kidnapping Stiles again if it would get the boy out of this accursed town that had messed him up so badly).

So whatever was happening right now sent thrills of excitement through Peter even as the wolf was trying to play it cool. Stiles was following him, with intent. Peter had seen Roscoe parked around the corner in the other direction, so they weren't coincidentally on the same way because they'd parked near to each other. The only reason Stiles was walking down this street was to follow Peter. But Peter wasn't going to speak first. He didn't want to chase Stiles away by saying the wrong thing, assuming the wrong thing. To do this right, he first needed to be able to seize the situation. For that, he needed Stiles to speak first and to give away what was going on in his head.

When Peter got into his car, there was a tense moment in which he feared – and, again, this was not something Peter did – that Stiles would walk past. Leave. Instead, he opened the car door and slipped in the back, parallel behind Peter, allowing Peter to look at him through the mirror. Peter's wolf was purring pleased, having his chosen mate in his space like this. More, the wolf whispered, take him home, keep him, until he is covered in our scent, until he is ours.

"Well, are you going to drive any time soon or are you just going to stare at me all evening?"

The sudden snark startled Peter so much, he had to laugh. Even as his chest seized painfully. How much he'd missed Stiles' voice, his snark, his spirit. Since the possession had (supposedly) been broken, Stiles had seemed just as broken. Hollowed out. Peter was desperate to fill the hollowness.

"And where would I be driving you to?" Peter asked, eyebrows raised. "Home?"

"Yours," Stiles replied with a mild shake of his head. "We need to talk to you."

"We?" Peter repeated without thinking, eyes sharp as he stared at Stiles through the mirror.

There was a pause in which Stiles regarded him and then turned… to the side? Staring at the empty seat behind Peter, next to Stiles. A glare was etched into his pretty face.

"Stop it," Stiles hissed. "I don't want him to think that I'm insane, you know."

Peter was about to open his mouth and say something – albeit he wasn't sure what exactly he would have said to that – when a second Stiles materialized right behind him. It took all of Peter's control to not swerve off the road and kill them all in his surprise. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he tried to look at the other boy, as best as he could while still driving. His eyes narrowed.

"So there's two of you now. How delightful," Peter spoke lightly. " The Nogitsune, I presume."

On first glance, the two boys looked identical. On second glance, they could not be more different. The one behind Peter seemed to have sharper angles all around, his face, his smile, his eyes. Where Stiles had those warm, brown doe-eyes, the Nogitsune's eyes were pitch-black, like the void he was. Stiles was pale, but the Nogitsune seemed to fully lack pigment. Aside from the dark bags beneath his eyes. Peter also noted their difference in clothing choices; where Stiles was wearing the worn-out red hoodie he seemed to love, the Nogitsune wore a black dress-shirt.

"Peter Hale," the Nogitsune spoke in a jarred version of Stiles' voice. "Pleased to meet you."

"You're not shocked. Or angry. Or disgusted. Or disappointed," Stiles noted with a frown.

Another difference, then. The Nogitsune had an air of absolute authority to him. Like Peter was nothing but a fly, to be swatted away if he got too annoying. So sure of himself. Stiles? Stiles seemed filled with doubt and worry, a familiar anxiety setting in within the boy.

"I… suspected something like this," Peter offered after a moment. "Well. Not exactly this, I admit. I thought he was more… in your head. And less… physical."

"I'm very physical," the Nogitsune offered with a wicked smile.

He reached a hand out to rest in Stiles' neck, caressing it, causing Stiles to tilt his head back. Oh. Peter's grip on the wheel tightened even more, causing the leather beneath his fingers to squeak. The strange way in which Stiles would lean into nothingness during meetings? It wasn't nothingness, it was a Void he was leaning into. Peter's eyes flew back to the mark on Stiles' neck. As soon as he noticed that, the Nogitsune started to rub his thumb over the mark near tenderly. Oh.

"What," Peter forced the word out of his throat, fighting for control. "Do you want."

If his boy was in danger, if the Nogitsune was hurting him, abusing him, then Peter was going to tear that millennia old fox apart with his bare hands. The Nogitsune laughed, a throaty sound, like Peter was the most entertaining thing he could imagine.

"Go on," the Nogitsune spoke, voice dripping with generosity. "Tell him, vixen."

Vixen? Peter swallowed hard as he looked at Stiles, looked at how compliant the boy was. Relaxed. Thinking about it, Peter was fairly sure he hadn't seen Stiles relaxed since before the possession.

"No says I can have you," Stiles tilted his head so he could look at Peter. "And I want you."

Second time his control saved them all from an early grave. What. Peter's eyes flashed.

"Have me, darling?" Peter asked, voice careful. "Whatever do you mean?"

"You wanted me since the parking garage," Stiles pointed out, too casual considering that this was Peter's well-kept secret, his dark desire. "You wanted to claim me that day. But you didn't. Because I said no. Because I didn't understand what was happening, or what I was feeling. Now I do. And I'm saying yes. Not to turning into a wolf, my body would reject the bite, a Spark can't be a wolf. But I'm saying yes to you, to being yours."

The Nogitsune growled, a deep and possessive sound, his eyes glaring at Peter through the rear-view mirror. "Don't mistake my generosity for your claim, Hale. He is mine first. I'm merely allowing him to keep you, because he wants you. If you get too greedy, I will hurt you."

Peter's mind was reeling with all this information and he was truly struggling to put it all together, to make sense of it all. He was glad when he pulled up in his parking lot and got out of the car. Stiles and the Nogitsune followed him into the building, up the elevator.

"He has one condition though," Stiles offered as soon as they were in side Peter's apartment.

"I'd suspect as much," Peter gave the Nogitsune a hard side-eyed. "Trickster spirits never give anything for free, much less something they claim as theirs."

The smile on the Nogitsune's lips was nearly pleased, but still with an edge of murderous. Peter had to admit, he found it quite attractive. Then again, that still was Stiles' face, so of course was it attractive. And Peter had always known that murderous would look good on his boy.

"He wants me to leave Beacon Hills," Stiles heaved a sigh. "He's been trying to get me to leave since everyone decided they put enough effort in. I keep refusing him. But he says that if I agree to leave, I can have you. So… will you leave with us?"

Those beautiful doe-eyes. Peter reached out, gently cupping Stiles' cheek. The boy gave a whimper as he leaned into the touch, starved for comfort and tenderness. It made Peter want to wrap him up and curl around him, never to leave his side again.

"He does have that effect on murderous predators, doesn't he?"

Peter turned to glare at the Nogitsune, even as the fox's words rang true. Not who or what he wanted to focus on right now. His attention returned to Stiles, still nuzzling his hand.

"Kitten, the only reason I'm still here is because I've wanted to take you away from this town."

Big brown eyes blinked up at him in surprise. "...Oh."

"Yet another thing we have in common. How delightful," the Nogitsune smiled sharply.

He came to stand next to Peter, a little too close for comfort. After all, Peter was very much aware of the fact that this was a centuries old, powerful, murderous magical creature. And then he touched Peter's hand. His skin was unnaturally cold as he adjusted Peter's hand on Stiles' cheek, bringing it more down toward the boy's jaw and spreading his thumb away from the rest of his hand, gently pushing it against Stiles' lips. Without even thinking about it did Stiles open up and suck the digit between his tempting, pink lips. Peter's wolf was howling in delight and his cock was slowly filling at the sensation of those plush lips around his finger, that tongue lapping at it.

"You are welcome," the Nogitsune chimed arrogantly. "I've been training our boy quite well in these past months. He's so good, aren't you, my little vixen? So good for me."

Stiles keened, not answering with words as his mouth was quite occupied. After allowing himself a few moments to revel in the sensation, Peter pulled his finger out and his hand away. There were conversations to be had and he was not going to let Stiles' pretty mouth distract him. The boy had the audacity to pout at him. Peter snorted amused.

"Whatever he's done to you, Stiles-"

"Done to me?" Stiles interrupted him immediately, sounding offended. "He hasn't done anything to me that I didn't want. When he says 'train', he is just being a pervert, I swear! You must have noticed my oral fixation even before that. No's just shown me a different, ah, outlet for it."

His cheeks darkened beautifully and the Nogitsune looked all the more smug for it. Peter sighed.

"How can you say that, Stiles. He possessed you."

Stiles' jaw clicked shut, a glare on his face as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "I'm a Spark. That's what drew him in to begin with. I have magic, my own magic, and he came for that. But do you have any idea what he did for me? No. Because nobody asked."

"What," Peter swallowed hard. "What did he do?"

"He taught me how to use it. How to properly connect to it. I'm one with my magic now, in a way that Deaton always feared because I'm a thousand times as powerful as him," Stiles stared at him with dark eyes and an air of royalty. "No taught me what everyone else denied me. And he didn't stop there. Every magic, every fact, every language, everything he ever learned in his thousand years, I got to tap into it all, I was drowning in knowledge and it was glorious."

Peter couldn't deny the effect this side of Stiles had on him. Power-hungry, vindictive, vengeful. It was simply breathtaking. Apparently, he wasn't the only one to think so, because the Nogitsune simply grabbed Stiles' neck and pulled him into a bruising kiss that left Stiles' lips swollen and his breath labored. Mh. Interesting. It was surprisingly appealing to see the two of them kiss. Twice the Stiles, at least in physical appearance. Peter shifted his stance, his half-hard cock growing uncomfortable in his pants. Stiles glared at the Nogitsune and wiped the spit off his mouth.

"Don't undermine me while I'm on a roll, No."

"Wasn't undermining you," the Nogitsune shrugged. "Just turned on by you."

That put another blush on Stiles' cheeks. Peter had the urge to also kiss him, but he wasn't entirely sure what he was allowed here. Or what was happening here, quite frankly.

"So this," Peter started, pointing between the two. "Is consensual?"

"Enthusiastically consensual," Stiles replied. "He likes to make me beg."

"He begs so prettily," the Nogitsune purred.

Well, now Peter was fully hard. The image of Stiles begging was simply too tempting. His eyes flashed as he stared at Stiles, with all the desire he felt. The Spark looked overwhelmed by it.

"Before we leave," Stiles cleared his throat and stepped up to Peter, reaching a hand out for the wolf. "I want to give you something, for coming with us. For agreeing."

"Darling, you are already giving me everything I want, if I can have you."

For a moment, Stiles looked startled, before he laughed. "That was so cheesy, Peter."

The boy leaned forward, resting his forehead against Peter's chest. It made his heart race, to finally have Stiles this close. He wrapped his arms around his chosen mate – soon, soon he'll be ours, his wolf whispered pleased. Pulling Stiles even closer, Peter buried his nose in his hair.

"Cheesy, but true, Stiles," Peter whispered. "You are the only reason I'm here. I would be with Derek, Cora, Jackson and Isaac, what little family and pack I have left, but I couldn't abandon you. If you'll come with me, if you'll stay with me, I don't know what else to ask for…"

"Isaac and Jackson," Stiles asked, eyes narrowing in surprise.

"Mh," Peter smiled amused. "When Derek and Cora left, they headed to London, where the only other living member of the former Hale Pack is. They've been… staying under the protection of the London Pack, for now, since betas need an Alpha. Isaac found Derek, after he left Beacon Hills. Seeking his old pack. Or… what little is left of us, anyway. So, you see, if I can have you, as my mate, and take you back to my pack, I wouldn't ask for anything more, kitten."

"Liar," Stiles smiled warmly at him as he looked up, resting a hand on Peter's cheek. "I want to make you an Alpha again. I want you to be my Alpha."

Peter tensed, surprised. He would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about this a lot recently. Ever since Derek had given up his Alpha power to save Cora's life. They were betas, alone. No Alpha to bind them together. Sure, Alpha Hayes in London was allowing them to stay, but Peter knew neither Cora nor Derek had formed real pack-bonds with him, too wary, too exhausted, from everything.

But before he could form a plan – find an Alpha to hunt down and kill, to take their Alpha spark so he could become the Hale Alpha again. It was risky, he was a beta and to kill an Alpha was always risky, and it would take time, to find the right one, track them down.

"You want to help me track down an Alpha to kill?" Peter asked intrigued.

"No," Stiles smiled bemused. "I want to make you an Alpha again."

Peter's eyes narrowed. "What does that mean, sweetheart?"

"Come on, Peter," Stiles tilted his head. "You're more clever than that. Who do you think made Scott a True Alpha? What do you think actually makes a True Alpha? The wolf themselves?"

"Well, now I'm not so sure anymore," Peter raised an eyebrow.

"Why, or how, would a wolf – someone without internal magic – be able to perform this kind of magic? And if a wolf could just… rise to being an Alpha from wanting it badly enough, for believing themselves to be an Alpha badly enough, don't you think there would be so many True Alphas?" Stiles raised both his eyebrows. "True Alphas appear when there is a Spark who believes hard enough that they can be a good Alpha. I believed hard enough that Scott would be a good Alpha, when there was no Alpha in Beacon Hills anymore, because a Spark needs an Alpha."

Peter stood tensely as he listened, his heart hammering in his chest. That did make so much more sense than the True Alpha lore he had been taught by his grandparents. Why would becoming an Alpha be a reward for being good and righteous in a society where the norm for becoming an Alpha was to kill someone? It was contradictory and nonsensical. But a Spark? A Spark, whose very magic rooted in the strength of their belief? If a Spark believed it, it became true.

"You're serious?" Peter asked with a frown, cupping Stiles' neck, staring at him wondrously. "You want to make me an Alpha again? Just like that?"

"I want you to be my Alpha," Stiles replied steadily. "I believe in you, Peter Hale."

A warmth spread through his chest at that. He felt honored and cherished in that moment, as Stiles looked at him like that. The warmth changed, seemed to manifest in something within his soul. Something that sparked a fire, the irony of that. When Peter managed to tear his eyes off Stiles and look into the mirror at the wall, Alpha red eyes were staring back at him. A vicious and satisfied smile spread over his lips, showing fangs. He felt strong, impossible to defeat.

"You are the most magnificent creature I have ever encountered," Peter whispered, wrapping his arms around Stiles' waist to pull him close. "I'm going to kiss you now."

"Finally," Stiles gasped relieved, leaning in.

Their lips met and what started out gentle and loving and warm soon turned heated and passionate. The hands that had been on Stiles' waist wandered, one up to cup the back of Stiles' head, his fingers playing with the soft hair, while his other hand slipped down to cup Stiles' ass, squeezing it hard enough to make Stiles moan into their kiss. Stiles' own hands were exploring Peter's chest, tracing the muscles on his abdomen, grasping his arms.

"Bedroom," Peter growled darkly. "Now."

"Yes," Stiles groaned, wrapping his arms around Peter's neck.

Peter reached down to grasp Stiles' thighs and lift him up. The boy groaned when he wrapped his legs around Peter's waist, clinging onto him and allowing the wolf to carry him off. Once in the bedroom, Peter unceremoniously threw Stiles onto the bed and then took a moment to appreciate the sight. Stiles, his hair messy and lips kiss-swollen, eyes half-lid and his legs willingly falling apart, inviting him. He looked absolutely perfect in Peter's bed like that.

"Too many clothes," Stiles stated. "Get rid of them."

Peter grunted his agreement and pulled his shirt off before pushing his pants down. The hunger in Stiles' eyes was thrilling to see and Peter wanted to revel in it, but he also wanted to get Stiles naked, so he crawled onto the bed. He kissed his boy and started to undress him, only breaking the kiss to pull Stiles' hoodie off, until they were both naked.

"Lube," Peter muttered, getting lost in Stiles' eyes. "I'll just…"

It was impossible to tear himself away from his boy. Suddenly, the bottle of lube was handed to him. When Peter turned his head, he looked into the smirking face of the Nogitsune and right, he had nearly forgotten about all of that. The fox went around the bed to lay down on Stiles' other side, rolling over so he could watch them curiously.

"Not here to participate," the Nogitsune hummed. "Well, not today, at least. Just watching."

Interesting. Peter didn't find himself minding. One hand gently caressed Stiles' bare thigh, wandering down from his knee closer to his crotch, pushing the leg down onto the bed, parting Stiles' thighs that way. He licked his lips in hunger as he stared at his boy. After pouring a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, Peter let them wander down, teasing Stiles' balls, jerking his cock a couple times, before they dipped down to trace Stiles' entrance. A wanton moan spilled from pink lips when Peter put a little pressure on, barely dipping in.

"Beautiful," Peter whispered, catching the last of the moan with his own lips.

He properly pushed in, his finger greedily sucked into his beautiful boy. A couple of times, he thrust in and out, crooking it and teasing the Spark. Teasing him until Stiles was whining and thrashing, his legs clinging onto Peter's waist like he was trying to physically drag him closer, make Peter fuck him. Cute, that he thought he could move a wolf who didn't want to move yet.

"I was promised beautiful begging," Peter smiled wickedly. "Good boys who want something will have to show just how beautiful they can beg and maybe they'll be rewarded."

A frustrated groan came from Stiles and an amused chuckle came from the Nogitsune. Stiles bucked up, just to bring himself down, trying to drive Peter's finger deeper into himself. With an unimpressed look on his face did Peter full out of Stiles entirely.

"Now, that is not being good, sweetheart, that's being cheeky."

"Perhaps you should spank him for it," the Nogitsune suggested with a smirk. "He likes it."

Peter's cock jerked and he growled, knowing his eyes flashed red. Stiles whined, baring his throat on instinct. Unable to hold back, Peter buried his face in that tempting neck. Kissing and sucking, intend on leaving a mark of his own on the unmarked side of Stiles' neck. If the Nogitsune got to mark that neck up, then so should Peter. After all, Stiles was now his too.

"Ple—ease," Stiles whimpered. "Please, Alpha, I need you inside me, please, stop teasing, I need you to fuck me, I need your cock, I need your knot, please."

A dark growl rumbled in Peter's chest and he was quick to put his finger back into the boy and rewarding him with a second. What self-respecting Alpha would be able to deny his future mate when he begged so prettily to be knotted? Besides, at this point, Peter was painfully hard. He needed to be inside his mate right now, fuck him hard and deep.

"Good," Peter praised, trailing kisses along Stiles' neck. "So good for me, sweetheart, so good."

A third finger pushed into the tight heat of his boy, spreading him wider, opening him up nice and slow. Knowing he was going to knot Stiles, he needed to prep him even better. Didn't want to hurt his mate by accident. The fourth finger made Stiles moan obscenely and then whine in frustration.

"Sh, vixen," the Nogitsune murmured, caressing Stiles' hair in a soothing manner. "You're doing so good for us, precious, be patient, we don't want the wolf to hurt you."

"But-" Stiles started, sounding frustrated.

"No but," the Nogitsune growled, flashing pitch-black eyes at the boy to shut him up. "You may like the pain but we will not risk seriously injuring you. You know better than that."

Stiles wiggled his nose with a pout, making Peter kiss him softly. "He's right, sweetheart."

With another sound of frustration did Stiles sprawl out on the bed. "You're both horrible and awful people I hate you. Can't at least one of you hurt me a little?"

"Well, 'a little' sounds good to me," the Nogitsune purred amused.

His hand wrapped around Stiles' neck, pinning him to the bed until the boy was gasping and moaning. Peter groaned at the picture they painted, thrusting his fingers in deeper and spreading them wider, the need to be inside Stiles becoming near unbearable. When he pulled his fingers out, Stiles made the most desperate noise Peter had ever heard.

"You're going to get something much bigger and much more satisfying, kitten."

"You are," Stiles panted and shook his head. "Way too much into pet-names."

"What can I say, I think you make a magnificent pet," Peter's smile was all teeth.

The predatory look on his face made Stiles shudder, which only delighted Peter even more. Who would have thought his boy was this much into being prey? Their next kiss was pure greed, as though Peter was trying to devour Stiles, body and soul. And while he kissed the Spark, he lined his cock up with that velvety soft hole, carefully breaching it.

"Fucking finally," Stiles gasped in relief. "You're a worse tease than No."

"I doubt it," the Nogitsune offered dryly. "He just prepped you thoroughly. That's nothing. You're simply conflating it with the year of yearning for his cock, vixen. And don't grumble at me, or do I have to edge you for six hours again to remind you who knows how to tease you properly?"

The whine from Stiles was desperate and mortified. "No."

"I can't tell if you're telling me off, or if you are pleading my name."

"Six hours?" Peter raised both eyebrows, looking from one of them to the other. "That's nothing."

He locked eyes with the Nogitsune, a challenge in his own. This demon was so sure of his claim, but Peter – especially now, as an Alpha – didn't feel like being bested. The Nogitsune offered a sharp smile in return, not looking offended but rather intrigued.

"I can't wait to see how long you can torture him before you'll cave," the Nogitsune hummed amused. "His begging and pleading gets all the sweeter the longer you torment him."

"Why do I keep falling for sadistic assholes?" Stiles groaned in frustration.

"Because you're a masochist, my little vixen."

And Peter couldn't argue with that, after everything he'd seen this afternoon so far. More of Peter's cock slipped into Stiles, spreading him wide and filling him in a way that made the boy moan in need. These needy little sounds were enchanting, a symphony Peter could listen to for hours.

"You're so tight," Peter groaned when he bottomed out. "You feel so perfect around me like that, kitten, so wonderful, like you were meant for this, meant to be impaled on my cock."

A desperate whine, Stiles baring his throat again, begging for it to be marked. Peter wasn't going to deny him. He scrapped his teeth over tender flesh, all the way fucking into Stiles with hard, sharply angled thrusts, trying to aim for Stiles' prostate as often as he could though half the time blind with pleasure himself. This was all he'd wanted for too many months now, to own this boy, possess him, body and heart. To claim him as his. And finally, it was coming true. Finally, Stiles was his.

"Let me help you two out a little," the Nogitsune offered generously. "You seem so busy."

Which he was. Peter's one hand was holding onto Stiles' thigh in a bruising manner, pinning his leg up against Stiles' chest to allow himself better access and deeper thrusts. His other hand was resting next to Stiles' head to support himself and keep himself upright. And Stiles' own hands were occupied by clinging onto Peter's neck as though Peter was the only thing keeping him in this reality and from floating away, which was quite flattering. The Nogitsune reached a between their joined bodies, grabbing Stiles' cock and jerking him off slowly. More teasing than with the intend of making the boy come and considering what he'd said about edging Stiles for six hours, Peter wasn't sure if the demon even wanted to make Stiles come at all.

That suspicion was confirmed when Stiles started bucking up, his orgasm so obviously building up, just for the Nogitsune to tightly grasp the base of Stiles' dick, choking it. A wrecked sob spilled from Stiles' lips and the boy buried his face in Peter's neck, desperate.

"Peter," Stiles whined. "Tell him to let me come, please."

All Peter did was raise his eyebrows and throw an inquisitive look at the Nogitsune. The demon smiled back at him, an edge of evil and sadistic that made Peter's cock jerk inside their boy.

"Now, little one," the Nogitsune's voice was honey sweet. "You'll be good for our wolf, you'll come on his knot, won't you? I know how long you've wanted to know what it feels like to be knotted by a werewolf. So you're going to be good and come from that alone."

A primal growl ripped from Peter's throat at the order and the implication. The Nogitsune removed his hand and left Stiles to buck against Peter, desperate for some sort of friction. It was beautiful to see his boy fall apart on his cock like that. He captured Stiles' lip in a loving kiss, feeling his knot slowly form. Thrusting harder and deeper into the willing body beneath him, he forced his slightly swollen knot into the tight hole. It earned him a sound akin to a howl from Stiles.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Stiles gasped, sounding hoarse and needy. "More, please, please more, Alpha."

And oh, the things it did to Peter to hear Stiles call him Alpha, not just in general, but in bed? With blood-red eyes did Peter fuck even harder into his mate, his knot stretching Stiles more and more as it formed and once it fully popped, Peter sank his teeth into Stiles' neck, claiming him while filling him up with cum. With the most needy and broken sound did Stiles come, his cum spraying over both their stomachs. Peter smiled, lazy and pleased and flattered.

"My, darling, did you just come untouched simply from being knotted?" Peter purred.

"Don't be too flattered," the Nogitsune leveled an unimpressed look at him. "He's very needy, it's not that hard to make him come untouched if you fuck him long and hard enough."

Peter narrowed his eyes at the demon, trying not to growl. He was distracted by Stiles pulling him into a soft kiss. When their kiss broke, Peter carefully laid down on Stiles' other side, adjusting his mate to lay more comfortable, with the knot still tying them together.

Stiles was still gasping for breath, a wide-eyed expression on his face as he pressed a hand to his chest. "Okay, so the sex was great and all but what the fuck is going on. Am I having a heart-attack? Did you give me a heart-attack with your dick, Peter?"

It startled a laugh from the wolf before he nosed Stiles' neck, lapping at the mate-mark he had left there. "I claimed you as my mate, Stiles. You made me an Alpha and I claimed you as the Alpha Mate. You're feeling the pack-bonds to me, Derek, Cora, Isaac and Jackson settle in your soul."

"But… But why is it so… intense," Stiles curled together a little.

"Alpha Mate," Peter repeated amused. "An Alpha, and an Alpha Mate, have much stronger bonds to their pack than a beta has. What you experienced in… your old pack… was a beta's bonds."

"Oh," Stiles swallowed hard. "And those have been fading away for months too, so…"

Peter furrowed his brows in anger at that. They really had pushed Stiles so far to the fringe of the pack, his bonds were fading? That was what happened when an inexperienced, bitten wolf thought he could play Alpha. Peter gently nosed Stiles' neck, trying to sooth him.

"You're perfect, my love," Peter whispered warmly. "My perfect mate."

"Oh great, now I have two of those," Stiles huffed and rolled his eyes.

His red cheeks and the pleased smile on his lips betrayed his words. The Nogitsune pressed up against Stiles' back, wrapping his arms around Stiles' waist. His fingers teasingly caressed Stiles' stomach, smearing the cum on it around. Peter snorted amused.

"There is one condition that I have for leaving," Stiles whispered after a few minutes.

Both Peter and the Nogitsune tensed at that, regarding their boy warily. They really did both want to get Stiles out of this town and if there was a hurdle now, keeping them from it, Peter felt as though the both of them would be working together to tear it apart.

"Anything you want, little one," the Nogitsune promised, though his eyes were a dark warning. "Though I thought I was already giving you enough by giving you the wolf."

"It's nothing bad," Stiles rolled his eyes and tilted his head back against the Nogitsune's shoulder. "Honestly, I think it's something you're both going to like. A lot. I'll decide where we go first."

"And why do you think we're both going to like that?" Peter wondered, running his fingers through Stiles' hair. "I told you, our pack is waiting for us. I'd hate to keep them waiting much longer."

"Just a little detour, I promise," Stiles looked at him with a crooked, mischievous smile. "Look at it as our honeymoon for the mate-bond, Alpha."

"How could I possibly deny you when you say sweet things like that, kitten?" Peter chuckled, placing a kiss on the corner of Stiles' lips. "Where do you want to go, Stiles?"

"I know where Gerard Argent is," Stiles declared, eyes hard and the look on his face murderous. "We're going to pay him a visit and we're going to kill him. And we're going to make it hurt."

Dark growls came from both Peter and the Nogitsune at that and the two nearly hit their heads against each other as they tried to kiss Stiles fiercely. The boy laughed between them, shaking his head. He cupped Peter's neck and pulled him into a kiss first, then after he kissed the Nogitsune.

"How long have you kept this from me? And how have you kept this from me?"

The Nogitsune narrowed his eyes at their boy, waiting for an answer. He got a wicked smirk and a kiss to his cheek from the Spark, before Stiles snuggled back in between the two of them.

"You tend to be very distracted when you do your murder plotting," Stiles chimed. "It gave me plenty of time in between to track down Gerard. I didn't want you to know before I found him. And I didn't want you to know after I found him, not until you'd offer me a good enough incentive for leaving Beacon Hills. So, see this as a reward for letting me have Peter."

The demon stared at Stiles in baffled bewilderment. "You… You played me. I am a thousand year old trickster demon and you played me to get what you want."

Stiles looked so smug, so self-satisfied, as he looked at them both. "I've decided that I'm done holding back. From now on, I get what I want. And I wanted Peter. And I knew you weren't going to share me without a good… motivation to do so. So I bid my time. What? You really think I wanted to stay in this fucked up town that killed my mom and drove my dad into drinking and destroyed all of my relationships? Fuck no. But leaving would have meant leaving Peter and not having Peter, so… I had to stick around until you'll let me have him and I needed that offer to come from you, No. So, I waited. And now, I have nearly everything I want."

Peter must have looked so damn proud of his mate. He'd known, he'd instinctively known that this demure behavior, the ducked head and compliance to this damn town, it couldn't be real. His boy had too much spirit for it, was too clever to be pushed around like that. The Alpha stole a searing kiss from Stiles, overcome with hunger and desire for his mate once more.

"Nearly," Peter panted when their kiss broke. "You said 'nearly' everything you want."

"I caught that too," the Nogitsune hummed. "You've gotten greedy, little vixen. I like it."

"Tell us what else you want," Peter kissed along Stiles' jawline. "We'll lay the world to your feet."

"Or we'll destroy it for you, if that's what you want," the Nogitsune offered with a smirk.

Mh, this demon was going to enable all these 'bad' behaviors that Peter had tried to suppress. But then the only reason he had tried to suppress them was Stiles, because he thought the human boy would not appreciate a monster. Turned out Stiles seemed to be quite the Beauty to their Beasts.

"Gods, you're both so dramatic," Stiles sighed and rolled his eyes. "We're just making a quick stop at the cemetery to get the rest of our pack and then we'll leave. But first, nap."

He yawned widely and nuzzled into Peter's chest, closing his eyes and relaxing into the wolf. Peter was happy to hold him, to protect him while he slept. The Nogitsune pressed against his back.

"If you ever hurt him or put him in any danger, I will kill you and I'll make it slow."

Peter looked at the demon in amusement. "Likewise."

/break\

Stiles grinned as he was sprawled out in the back of Peter's very fancy, very comfortable car. His feet were up in No's lap, who was running gentle circles over his ankle with his thumb. Peter was driving them. While Stiles had slept off his intense orgasm and his new mate-bond, Peter had packed up his stuff. Thankfully the fancy car was also spacious, so the suitcase with what few things Peter wanted to take – he'd not brought most things here anyway, had left all valuables and most of his clothes with his pack before he came back for Stiles – and the dufflebag with all of Stiles' important things – a bag that had been sitting in Roscoe for months now, he never left home without everything he couldn't part with, just in case he needed a quick getaway after all – were both stuffed into the car's trunk. Roscoe was going to stay here.

She would be fine. His dad deserved to keep her. There was a pang at the thought of leaving his dad. He loved the man dearly and he knew his dad loved him, but… the sheriff had never been very good at taking care, not after his mother's death and not now, he was struggling too much, not knowing what he was doing. Stiles didn't fault him for it, not him, everyone else, but not his dad. He just couldn't. Stiles had left a letter for his dad, explaining everything as best as he could, and once they'd settle down somewhere, he would call his dad and tell him in person.

"Tell me what's going on in that pretty mind of yours," No requested, eyes intense as he stared at Stiles. "I hate no longer being in it, it was so much easier to read you."

"You're still salty that I played you," Stiles grinned pleased. "I've always been able to outsmart you, babe, don't take it too personal. It is what you love about me."

"Not arguing that," No hummed, amusement in his dark eyes. "Now tell me."

"I'd like to know too," Peter injected. "You said we'll get the rest of our pack. Who are we meeting at the cemetery? Did you invite anyone from Scott's pack to come with us?"

"No," Stiles snorted, frowning annoyed. "Our pack, Peter. The Hale Pack."

Peter's eyes narrowed at him, before they widened. "Stiles-"

"You resurrected," Stiles shrugged with a glare. "You came back even better than you were before you died. The time window's still open. A year. You can safely resurrect someone within a year of their death. I can do it now. No connected me to my magic in a way I never thought I could. I know I have enough power to do it. I will not leave them here, I will not abandon them again."

His eyes were hard, even as there were tears gathering in the corners of them. No hummed softly, a soothing sound, his grip on Stiles' ankle tightening. The look on Peter's face softened too. Neither of them were trying to talk him out of it though, and that made Stiles smile a little.

"Here we are," Peter grunted as he parked. "Let me just get some shovels."

Stiles grinned sharply as he watched the wolf. Damn, he really had those two wrapped around his little finger, huh. Him and No headed toward the graves. They weren't far apart. Not next to each other, but there were only about five or six graves between them. Close, even in death. The sharp grin slipped off his face as he came face to face to them, standing in the middle between them. Vernon Milton Boyd III. 1994 – 2012. Beloved Son and Brother. His eyes drifted five graves down the row, softening even more. Erica Reyes. 1995 – 2011. Beloved Daughter.

"We flipping coins on who digs out which one?" Peter asked, throwing a shovel at No.

Stiles grinned pleased as he went to sit down on top of the gravestone opposite the row, in the middle between the two graves. "You are both such gentlemen, you know."

"You're going to need your strength, and your concentration, for the spell," No huffed as he started digging up Boyd. "Resurrection spells are the most draining and you plan on performing two. You may be very powerful, little one, but even your magic isn't an endless well."

Stiles wiggled his nose and closed his eyes. No was right, of course. If resurrection magic was easy, people wouldn't stay dead for long. They cost an incredible amount of magic. Regular magic users – humans, who only borrowed magic from nature – had to pay high prices for it, usually an equal sacrifice. A life for a life. Stiles, being a Spark, didn't have to borrow magic from nature. Magic was his nature. The giver of their names; a spark of magic inside their souls. Still, as No pointed out, that natural magic wasn't infinite. The one perk of human magic users was that they could, if they honed their skills well enough and were willing to pay a high enough price, they could achieve many things without personal sacrifice. For Stiles, the magic came from within him. If he was using too much of it, it'd knock him out for days, maybe even a light coma for a couple week. If he pushed too hard, No had warmed him, he might burn out his spark. So he had to watch out for it, make sure he didn't push too hard, didn't drain himself too much.

"Stiles," Peter was a little out of breath as he shoveled dirt. "If it helps, focus on your pack-bonds."

Stiles opened his eyes to look at the wolf curiously. "You mean… draw from you and the others?"

That gave Peter pause. "You can… do that?"

A half-shrug and a tilt of Stiles' head. "Yeah. Bonds are inherently magic. I can draw power from whoever I have bonds with, through the bonds. No lets me draw from our mate-bond."

"I…" Peter blinked a couple of times. "That was not… what I meant. I didn't know that was something you can do. I… keep being impressed by you, darling."

"Thanks," Stiles grinned. "But, for the record, I wouldn't. Draw from them, I mean. They… Damn, they just got a new Alpha and don't even know what happened. I wouldn't draw from a non-consenting source like that, only if they explicitly told me that they were okay with it."

"That's good to know," Peter's eyes softened. "And they do know. While I was packing, while you were napping, I called Derek and explained everything to him. Well. Most of everything. That I am an Alpha again and that we sealed our mate-bond. The rest… should be explained in person."

His eyes landed on No and Stiles had to agree. Maybe not the easiest thing to explain through the phone. Stiles caught his lower lip between his teeth, looking at the Alpha curiously.

"What else did you mean then?"

"Your pack-bonds with Boyd and Erica," Peter explained. "I know you were part of Derek's pack, back then, when they… were still alive. Before Scott's little master plan against Gerard led to the both of you leaving the pack. Broken pack-bonds are like scars on the soul. They never fully go away, they don't disappear. When you lose a pack-mate… you carry that scar forever on your soul. You still have those pack-bonds to them, even if they were severed by death, but perhaps if you pull on them, they will provide you a good enough tie to them to make this… easier."

"Clever wolf," the Nogitsune raised an impressed eyebrow as he regarded Peter.

"What can I say, I have great taste in men," Stiles winked at No, before smiling at Peter. "Thank you for the advise. I… I think that might actually help, a lot."

Closing his eyes again, Stiles searched deep within his soul. Trying to manifest the bonds he had. There was a pitch-black one that seemed less like a string and more like solid shadows, lapping at his soul. Stiles smiled softly as he gave it a gentle tug, earning him a purr from No. Next to it was a deep red bond, Alpha red and as strong as No's. Stiles bit his lip as he also gave that a gentle tug, making Peter growl lowly in appreciation. Mates. His.

The other bonds he could feel weren't as strong, weren't mate-bonds but pack-bonds. One of them stood out though, the brightest among the beta-bonds. A shiny blue but with red woven in. Pulsing curiously. Stiles smiled softly as he sent Derek some reassurance through the bond. His bonds to Jackson and Isaac were more or less equally strong, his weakest bond being with Cora.

And then came the ugly parts. Frayed and burned out bonds. Broken beyond repair. Stiles swallowed hard, his fingers clawing into his jeans as he pushed past the remains of the McCall Pack and dove deeper, to older bonds, to bonds that weren't still flailing around. Dead bonds.

When he found them, he latched onto them. Boyd and Erica. There was a third one. Older than theirs even, but as dead. Silver. Stiles' eyes snapped open and he hissed.

"Change of plans. You'll have to dig up another grave after this."

"Mieczysław," the Nogitsune snarled in warning. "Two is pushing it, three is too much."

"Rinku," Stiles countered, because two could play the 'real name' game. "Do not underestimate me. I don't take kindly to that, especially not from one of my mates."

"Filing both of these away," Peter chimed lightly, cracking the atmosphere.

"Tokoyami Rinku," the Nogitsune offered after a pause, regarding Peter with a neutral look. "But I do prefer No, seeing as I haven't used that name in… too many centuries."

"No it is, then," Peter gave a half nod, before turning to Stiles. "Don't be reckless."

A smile that took over his entire face spread over his lips. "When am I ever reckless."

Both Peter and No gave him deadpan expressions at that, sending a thrill through him. Still, he needed to do this. This one, he needed to do, because he was responsible. When his eyes landed on No, the look in them was cutting, not leaving room for argument.

"You owe this one to me. You killed her. She was my friend and you killed her."

No made a face and returned to his task of digging. "The Argent girl. She tried to take you away from me, I had no other choice. Nobody is allowed to take you away from me."

After one last glare, Stiles closed his eyes again. One by one. If he tried all three at once, he was going to burn himself out and may fail at all three. Erica first. She'd been dead the longest. The bond to her was frayed and raw but it was still beautiful. Golden. Stiles focused on it, pulling as hard as he could, pouring his magic into extending it, so it could connect to her soul again. He needed the tie to her soul so he could drag it back from the afterlife. Stiles lost all sense of time as he pulled and mended and prayed and pleaded. He collapsed forward with a strangled gasp when he finally managed to pull it free, to drag it back where it belonged. If not for the strong hands grasping his shoulders on either side of him, he would have fallen off the gravestone and landed on the ground hard. Blinking blearily, he looked up, at Peter to his left and No to his right.

"Draw from me," No ordered, eyes hard. "You're too stubborn to leave it be, I know that. I have enough life-force and magic to sustain you through this."

The smallest smile tugged on Stiles' lips as he nodded and turned toward Peter. "Take care of her, while I bring Boyd back, please. Help her get cleaned up, explain what happened, what is happening, make sure she drinks something, maybe eats something. Please."

"Anything you need, sweetheart," Peter pressed a kiss to his cheek and then looked at No. "Watch out for our darling boy while I tend to our new pack-mate."

"Like you need to tell me that," No sneered offended.

Stiles rolled his eyes at them both before closing them and focusing on Boyd's bond. It was a royal, dark blue, like the night sky. It was beautiful. And this time, it was easier, because he knew what he was doing. He knew what had worked when he'd pulled Erica back, so he poured into that. Besides, the additional energy he got to draw from No also helped. Still, it was draining. This time, he collapsed right into No's chest, the demon wrapping his arms around him.

"Sh, little one, I got you," No murmured warmly. "You'll be okay. You did good. Rest."

"No," Stiles croaked out. "Allison."

"Stubborn, infuriating, reckless, self-sacrificing-" No growled a string of curses.

Stiles offered a weak grin. "Flattery won't work on making me change my mind, love."

"Stiles," Peter spoke, voice concerned. "Draw from our bond, if this is too much for you."

When Stiles turned to look at Peter, his breath hitched. Huddled to Peter's side sat Erica. Her hair was a mess, but she was clean and alive and beautiful. She looked just like he remembered her. A bit traumatized and very confused, but that was her. He had brought her back. And in her lap, she was cradling Boyd's head. The other boy was groaning, only just coming fully to it.

"What the fuck happened," Boyd's voice was rough and dry.

Reassured that he had done what he set out to, Stiles got off the gravestone, holding onto No for support and letting the demon lead him toward Allison's grave. It was already dug up, he guessed No must have done so once Boyd and Erica's graves were dug up and Peter was busy taking care of Erica. No wrapped one arm around Stiles' waist, possessive and concerned.

"You're draining too much of your magic," the Nogitsune growled annoyed. "Even if you draw strength from me and Peter, you can't draw magic from us, you only have your own."

"So what," Stiles muttered, eyes empty as he stared at Allison's grave. "We owe her."

"I will not let it kill you," No warned, voice not allowing any argument. "If this becomes too much, I will intervene. I will not lose you because of the huntress. And I don't care if you'll resent me for it. I'd rather have you alive and resent me than have you dead."

Stiles heaved a dramatic sigh. "Fi—ine. But only if it becomes life-threatening. I don't mind a light coma, or drained magic for a while. I need to do this, hear me on that."

No nodded, agreeing to these terms. They both knew that if he overexhausted himself, his magic would fill up again, even if it took some time. And that was a sacrifice Stiles was willing to make, to right a wrong. The wrong that had cost him the McCall Pack, he supposed. The reason they pulled away from him, and he pulled away from them. She'd died because of him, and he was sleeping with her murderer and couldn't bring himself to stop loving him.

He hoped it would make up for things. He hoped she would be fine. He hoped she'd get to live the life she deserved. He hoped she could help Scott become the Alpha Stiles had always thought he could be. He hoped for a lot of things as he latched onto the silver pack-bond.

It felt like he was hollowing himself out as he poured the last of his magic into this, pulling with what little strength he had left, bringing Allison back to their reality. His vision faded as he was so close, spots dancing in the corners of his eyes. Still, he kept pushing, not giving up until he felt it, felt her slip into this reality, slot back into her body. And only when he felt that did he let go and allowed himself to fade into blissful oblivion, knowing No would catch him.

/break\

The pups took it surprisingly well. They weren't all good yet, they had died and the resurrection itself was also a traumatizing event. However, Peter supposed that having him as an Alpha also helped. After all, he knew what they were going through right now, he knew how to help them, how to support them. The pack-bonds also made it easier. When Peter had come back, he only had a fragile bond to Derek. Boyd and Erica came into a full pack – Peter, Stiles, No, Derek, Jackson, Isaac and Cora, there were enough pack-bonds to help stabilize them.

Yet another thing Peter had to explain to Derek. His nephew had been breathless and frantic when he'd called Peter that night, feeling dead pack-bonds come to life – and feeling the pack-bond with Stiles grow weaker, as Stiles was pouring too much magic and life-force into the resurrection. Peter explained it patiently, as well as he could, promising Derek that in a couple weeks, the five of them were going to move to London, but there were some more things they had to take care of.

They drove for days. Boyd, Erica and Stiles in the back of the car, the unconscious Spark sandwiched between the two newly resurrected werewolves, while No took shotgun. Though the demon's eyes never left Stiles, he didn't even blink. The first day, when the five of them left Beacon Hills by early dawn, after dropping a confused and overwhelmed Allison off at her father's doorstep, No had fixed both Erica and Boyd with an intense look and declared them under his protection. His mate had nearly given his life to bring them back, therefore the Nogitsune would do everything in his power to protect them and not let Stiles' sacrifice be in vain. The pups just nodded, too overwhelmed by what they'd just been through to say anything at all.

The days spent in the car together helped them settle down some. Peter and No caught them up on what had happened since both their deaths and explained their current situation to them. Especially No was… harder to explain. In the end, Boyd and Erica accepted it reluctantly. After all, the demon had helped bring them back and he was Stiles' mate.

They only stopped driving when they reached a small town at the beach. Far enough from Beacon Hills to not immediately be tracked down. They needed rest. The car wasn't the best place to heal for either of the three pups and even Peter was growing restless and frustrated by it. He checked them into a fancy and elegant hotel, a suite with two bedrooms that were joined by a shared living room and bathroom. Erica and Boyd slept for a whole day once they hit their bed, curling together.

"How long will he be out?" Peter asked annoyed, staring at his sleeping mate.

"I can't tell," No admitted in frustration. "Resurrection spells are… Few can manage even just one resurrection. He just performed three. Successfully, at that. And survived. I have never seen that."

"Our boy is quite impressive," Peter purred with a small smile, kissing Stiles' cheek.

"Stop ta—alking, I'm trying to sleep," Stiles groaned hoarsely, rolling over.

Both Peter and No froze, staring at their mate in surprise. Gently, Peter cupped Stiles' face, turning it so the boy would be looking at them. Long lashes fluttered open, finally revealing those beautiful doe-eyes to them. Relief flooded Peter and he kissed Stiles lovingly.

"Never, ever scare us like that again," Peter ordered, growling softly.

"How long was I out?" Stiles yawned and stretched wide.

"Eight days," No's gaze was piercing. "As Peter said, do not do that again."

"Aw," Stiles grinned broadly. "Did you two bond while I was out cold?"

Peter raised his eyebrows, a small bemused smile on his lips as he reached out to rest a hand in No's neck. "You could… say that. We did have to work together to keep the pups and you safe."

Stiles narrowed his eyes at them. "You two fucked."

"That too," Peter smirked wolfishly. "You did leave us horny and alone, darling."

"He's our wolf now," No shrugged carelessly. "I figured I could use him too."

"It was a very mutual using," Peter flashed red eyes at his demon.

Stiles huffed a frustrated sigh and collapsed back onto the bed. "You guys are such assholes for fucking while I'm unconscious. I wanted to watch."

"I promise you will get to watch plenty of times in the future, little vixen."

That seemed to appease Stiles a little, and so did the kiss he got from No. He stayed in the bed for a couple more minutes before he slowly sat up and made to get off the bed. His mates were on either side of him, careful to help and support in case his legs would give out.

"...You guys are gonna be hovering for a while now, aren't you?"

"Absolutely," Peter and No confirmed at the same time. "Of course."

Stiles offered the smallest smile with an eye-roll, but he allowed them to help him over toward the living room area. Boyd and Erica on the couch looked up with wide eyes, tensely staring at Stiles. He broke free from his mates' supportive grasps so he could collapse into the two wolves' arms. Boyd and Erica wrapped themselves around him, burying their faces in his neck.

"You're unreal, Batman," Erica sobbed. "You brought us back to life."

"Do you have any idea how worried we were when you didn't wake up?" Boyd asked sternly. "You can't do that to us, we thought you wouldn't wake up again."

"Na—ah," Stiles shook his head, clinging onto them both. "I'm more powerful than that. Don't worry about it. I'm fine. You're fine, that's all that matters. You're alive. How much did Peter and No explain to you? Do you know what's going on?"

"They explained everything," Erica nodded against him. "Everything. Which. Holy shit. Kind of glad I got to sit all that out by being dead. That sounds like a mess."

"Don't joke about that, Catwoman!" Stiles slapped her arm with a huff.

The three sat entangled for nearly an hour, drinking in each other's company, relishing in their pack-bonds. Peter and No stood aside, watching them, watching over them. Until Stiles took a deep breath and leaned away a little, relaxing against the couch.

"So—o, where are we?" Stiles looked around. "Looks like a hotel, so I'm guessing you didn't kidnap me all the way to London just yet."

"Flying with an unconscious boy seemed ill-advised," Peter drawled pointedly. "We're in Morro Bay. Since you neglected to tell us our actual next destination, we decided to take a little… vacation. After all, you did call this our mate-bond honeymoon. A beach vacation sounded good. And the pups could use the time to relax and settle back into their bodies too."

"Beach vacation," Stiles perked up. "Well then, take me to the beach, mates."

/break\

No's eyes were dark with lust as he watched his beautiful vixen run over the beach in nothing but his swim trunks. So much of him on display. And No was aware of the eyes on their beautiful boy. His jealousy made him want to rip everyone apart who looked at Stiles with lust, but Peter's firm hand on his shoulder and arrogantly cocked eyebrow stopped him.

"Don't ruin our honeymoon with needless violence," Peter ordered. "Stiles wouldn't approve. Instead, revel in the knowledge that he is ours and all of them only get to look, to envy."

Mh. No narrowed his eyes and returned his attention to Stiles. Very well, he thought he could work with that angle. Stiles turned around to face them both with a blinding smile, waving wildly at them. Trying to get them to join him in the water. Erica and Boyd were already in with him, playing around. No hadn't been a fan, at first, when Stiles had said he wanted to use resurrection magic. However, the way the two betas had protectively curled around Stiles in the car, how they hovered and how all three had clung onto each other after Stiles had woken up? It made him approve marginally. This was the kind of pack that his beautiful boy deserved.

"No!" Stiles called out. "Come on, play with us! We can't play water-ball with three people!"

"I am above such childish things," No declared stubbornly. "Force Peter."

"Absolutely not," Peter stretched out on the towel, adjusting the book in his grasp.

"Fi—ine," Stiles heaved a dramatic sigh. "Guess I'll just have to ask some random stranger."

Both Peter and No snapped to attention as Stiles went to approach a handsome mid-twenties man who had been openly leering at Stiles for the past ten minutes now. Peter growled in irritation and No felt the urge to rip the stranger's spine out through his throat.

"That little minx," Peter muttered. "I wish I didn't find his manipulations so attractive."

No heaved a sigh in agreement as he got up. "I'll go this time. But next time you're up, Peter."

Peter chuckled and No took that as confirmation. Once he was within reach did he wrap an arm around Stiles' waist and pull him away from the stranger, instead dragging his mate back toward Boyd and Erica. A smug grin was spread over Stiles' lips.

"Don't look too happy with yourself. You're going to get such a hard spanking for this."

Predictably, that only made Stiles' grin grow even broader. "Promises, promises."

/break\

The promise was kept that night. Peter sat against the headboard of the bed, with Stiles' head in his lap, plush lips wrapped around his cock. Their boy was sucking him off with gusto while sprawled out on No's lap, the demon spanking him hard and mercilessly. Though beautiful tears were spilling from those big, brown eyes, their boy was also moaning wantonly around Peter's cock.

"You. Do. Not. Manipulate. Your. Mates," No growled, punctuating each word with a slap.

"You know," Peter groaned, head lolling back. "I feel like he also manipulated you into giving him an extra hard spanking. He seems to be enjoying himself far too much."

His grip on Stiles' hair tightened, tugging a little, just enough to make Stiles whine. The vibration of the sound, the tightness of their boy's throat like that, that incredibly cunning tongue – of course was a silver tongue like Stiles' made for oral sex – were enough to make Peter come with a roar. Stiles was greedy to suck it all in, swallow it all like it was the nectar of the gods. When Stiles tried to pull off, Peter held his head in place, tutting softly.

"You made me come too early, darling. No and I had other plans for you tonight, so I'll need you to use that pretty mouth of yours to make me hard again," Peter ordered.

Stiles stared up at him with hungry eyes and started sucking on his flaccid cock with the hunger of a starving man. Peter smiled pleased, petting Stiles' head in praised. The sound of No's harsh smacks on Stiles' ass were all he could hear in the room and it was beautiful. So was the redness to that pale skin. The smile on Peter's face turned much more wicked as he watched the color darken.

"You are a manipulative little brat," No growled, sounding far too delighted.

Once Stiles had sucked Peter back to full hardness, the boy pulled off. "You love it, babe."

No glared and placed one last smack on Stiles' raw, red ass. Stiles yelped a little at that, blushing. Peter took Stiles by his ass and dragged him closer, making the boy whimper as his raw-spanked ass got squeezed like that, spreading his cheeks in the process. Taking that invitation, No knelt down behind Stiles. Stiles gasped softly when No pushed two fingers in.

"You're still loose," No purred pleased, kissing along Stiles' neck.

"From what," Peter raised an eyebrow. "He's been in a coma for days. He only woke up this mo… Oh, you right little bastard, you fucked him in the ocean."

No gave him an unapologetic smile for it. "I had to play water-ball. Do you know how undignified that is for a demon of my status? I deserved a little treat for that."

Peter glared at him annoyed, though he also appreciated it a little. If Stiles had already gotten fucked today, that'd make what they had planned easier for their boy. His grip on Stiles' ass tightened when No pushed another finger in, opening Stiles up for them.

"Do you want to know what we've planned for you, kitten?" Peter purred darkly.

"Oh, I hope it is wicked and evil and will hurt," Stiles gasped helplessly.

"You're definitely going to be sore for days," Peter promised amused, kissing his mate.

Stiles' eyes widened hopefully when No added a fourth finger and scraped his teeth over Stiles' neck. The boy clung onto Peter in despair while he was fingered open, moans spilling from his lips.

"Please," Stiles sobbed. "You can't spank me and then delay it this long, don't torture me in a mean way, guys, ple—ease, I need at least one of you to fuck me, right now."

Heaving a sigh, No gave in to their boy's demands. Removing his fingers, No grabbed Stiles' waist in a bruising manner and pushed into the boy. A drawn out moan came from Stiles as he leaned back against No, baring his throat to Peter in a tempting manner. How could the Alpha not take that invitation? He bit into it, sucking marks all along the pale span of skin.

Peter gave No a couple moments of thrusting shallowly into their boy, before he gave an impatient growl. He wanted to be inside Stiles too, wanted to know just how tight their boy would feel wrapped around both their cocks at once. No huffed at his impatience, but he obliged.

"We're going to double you, little vixen," No whispered, catching Stiles' earlobe between his teeth. "I know how long you've been fantasizing about it, about having two cocks inside you."

"Ye—es," Stiles' eyelids fluttered shut. "Yes, yes, yes. Please."

No pushed a finger in alongside his dick, spreading Stiles' rim so they could carefully ease Peter's cock in too. It was a tight fit, a beautifully hot tight fit that made Peter feel like he was in heaven. Stiles between them tensed, his breath stuttering as he tried to adjust to the stretch.

"Tell us if it's too much for you," Peter demanded, grasping Stiles' chin.

"No," Stiles frowned annoyed at him. "It's not too much, it's perfect. I just. Need a moment."

They took it slow, glacially slow. It felt as though they were pushing into Stiles for hours before both of them were fully seated inside their boy, but oh was it rewarding. To feel No right next to himself, both pressed together by the tightness of their mate's hole, Stiles squeezing down on them.

"You feel so good, love," Peter praised, peppering Stiles' shoulders and collarbone with kisses.

"Amazing," No agreed from behind Stiles. "Simply perfect. Made for us."

All Stiles managed were soft keens and needy whines. It was beautiful to see the loudmouthed brat reduced to an incoherent, pleasured mess. To be the cause of that filled Peter with pride and pleasure too. He thrust up into Stiles, hitting the boy's prostate hard enough to made Stiles moan. It was like the starting signal for No to also move and within moments, Peter and No were setting a punishing pace, one thrusting in as the other pulled out, creating a near constant assault on Stiles' tender walls and overstimulated prostate. Blunt fingernails were dragging over Peter's shoulders, desperately clinging onto him, lost in his pleasure.

"Come for us, little one," No ordered, jerking Stiles off, his thumb teasing the head.

A last, broken keen came from Stiles as he spilled into No's hand and went near boneless between them, letting them take the last of their own pleasure until both his mates came inside him, filling him up like he'd never been filled before. Stiles looked very satisfied by that as he snuggled into Peter's chest. The wolf was holding Stiles with one arm, his other hand down at his cock to grip his knot tightly. Two cocks were enough for their boy, if Peter had also knotted him, that would be too much. Still, coming inside his boy like that with No had been more than enough.

"You did wonderful, love," Peter kissed Stiles' temple.

/break\

They left two days later, after Stiles had a little time to recharge. They didn't want him weakened for what came next. Before heading off to their next destination, they did offer Boyd and Erica to go ahead to London though. There was no reason for the two betas to be a part of this. Their eyes had been hard when they declined and declared that they too wanted to see Gerard Argent die.

It was disappointingly easy. The man was still weakened from the bite-rejection, a shadow of himself. Still, it was satisfying to see Peter and No tear him to shreds, even if Erica threw up in the corner at the worst part of it. Stiles patted her back through it and held her hair, his eyes on the delightful display in front of them. His mates had never turned him on more than when they tore Gerard's still beating heart out of the man's chest and offered it to Stiles.

The next day, they boarded a flight to London. A deeply seated satisfaction filled Stiles at the knowledge that the man who had tortured him and his betas was finally dead. When they got off the plane, the rest of their pack was waiting for them to pick them up. It was as though something slotted into place when Stiles stood there, Peter and No on one side of him and Boyd and Erica on his other side, looking at Derek, Jackson, Isaac and Cora. The pack-bonds he's felt since Peter's claim were now soaring and the next moment, Stiles collapsed into Derek's arms.

"Hey," Derek whispered, a smile in his voice. "Welcome home."

"Took you long enough, Stilinski," Jackson grunted as he joined the hug.

Isaac nuzzled Stiles from the other side. "I missed you."

That was when Boyd and Erica also joined the hug, clinging onto Isaac and Stiles in particular, but relishing in the contact to all their new and old pack-mates. Cora rubbed her cheek against Stiles' before she buried her crying face in Boyd's neck, holding onto Erica. Their captivity at the hands of the Alpha Pack had bonded them deeply and losing him and Erica had broken something in her.

"You're back," Cora whispered breathlessly. "He really brought you back."

"We have a very strong pack," Peter declared proudly. "And two Alpha Mates to be feared."

He had a casual arm around No's waist, the demon offering a deadly smile that should put fear into anyone it was aimed at, yet Stiles knew with no doubt in his mind that their pack was safe. Was protected by his mate. It was the rest of the world that ought to be afraid.

"How about we go to our new home for now?" Stiles suggested, ruffling Isaac's curls. "This flight was hell. I need a hot bath and a bed. And then we talk about what's next."

"What do you mean by that?" Derek looked at him suspiciously.

A half-shrug as the pack left the airport together. "I'm not dragging anyone back to the US, but there's a couple of rats who escaped the sinking ship that is Beacon Hills over the years, and I was thinking about doing some more… clean-up. I just didn't want to delay this reunion any more, so I prioritized only Gerard for now. But there's a few more on my list."

The look in his eyes was cold and calculating and he could hear the growls of approval from both his mates. A small smirk played on his lips as he reached out for them, taking their hands. He'd licked blood and he wasn't satisfied yet. His eyes wandered, looking at their betas. None of them looked repulsed or frightened, there was a hardness that came from all the cruel things they had been forced to live through themselves and in that moment, Stiles knew their pack would be alright. He was going to defend them with everything he had and they would be magnificent together. Either the world would bent to their will, or he was going to break it himself, and he knew his mates were more than happy to help him with that task, would do anything for him, as he would for them.

~*~ The End ~*~

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I saved the most unhinged concept for last to end my little Stiles Summer Stories project with a bang! ;) Fully truly genuinely do NOT ask me where this one came from, I have NO idea but I am a lover of selfcest and of monsterfuckery and what unites both of these more than the concept of Nogitsune/Stiles? And dark!Stiles just felt perfect to double down on the Murder Husband angle for Steter so I figured hey why not throw him in there too! Also this story feels like it was making up for all the failed smut I had this month xD
So yeah. This is it. The end of my Stiles Summer Stories. 31 daily fills. Now Phoe needs a bit of a break to breath and let her sore wrists cool down. Worry not though, I already have seven new Teen Wolf oneshots planned to work on once I recharged a little ;)

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