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“I'm having a moral dilemma,” Stiles whispered to Erica, since they were in the library and the librarian was definitely some sort of supernatural being and heard everything that happened in her domain.
Stiles didn’t care what Scott said—they didn’t need “proof” that she was some sort of creature when Stiles had his intuition, because his intuition was rarely wrong and there was no way any sane human would wear that much cable knit.
Lydia agreed, and really, what more did Scott need?
“Oh, that sounds juicy,” Erica murmured as she leaned across the table in a way that pushed up her cleavage. Stiles didn’t even look, because he was mature and responsible and Erica was really, really scary. “Tell me everything.”
That was why he’d chosen to go to Erica with his little… issue. It wasn’t really an issue as much as it was a fantasy, because even if he was really, really into it, it wasn’t like it was ever going to happen. Still, he was all but haunted with sexy thoughts that he was pretty sure he shouldn’t be having, and sometimes Stiles’ only solution was to get the thoughts out by talking to someone.
And usually, he went to Scott, but he knew that Erica wasn’t going to judge him.
Hopefully.
Oh, and she was directly affected! It was perfect.
“Stop thinking so much and spill the sin, Stiles,” Erica told him as she jabbed a pointy fingernail into his arm. It was a normal amount of pointy, thankfully, because her wolfy claws got really sharp.
He nodded his head and took a deep breath. It felt a little vulnerable admitting this after the last few months of silently pining—no, wait, he wasn’t pining, he was lusting or something because pining implied things that Stiles was absolutely not going to admit to—and he took a second to look for the words.
In the end, Stiles asked, “It’s wrong to lust after the villains, right? I shouldn’t do that?” in a rush.
It was something he’d been grappling with ever since they’d very, very surprisingly beat all the odds and gotten Erica, Boyd, and a newly found Cora Hale out of a bank vault, since it turned out that not all the Alphas were super evil even if they were, technically, all villains.
Sure, some of them were evil, but it turned out that some of them were really just down on their luck.
Down on their luck and super hot, which was where Stiles’ dilemma kicked in.
“Do you mean our dead supply teacher? Or the crazy Alpha who needed a pedicure?” Erica asked as she looked at him like he was crazy. Stiles winced as he realized she was missing a very, very key detail, but she took that as an admission. “Uhm, yeah I’d say that’s kinda weird. At least go after the big mountain man!”
“Okay, just because you’re able to climb Boyd like a tree trunk doesn’t mean that all of us are dexterous enough to want a giant wolfman.” Erica cackled at him, so Stiles crossed his arms. “Uhm. But no, not them.”
“Wait, then who?” Erica asked. “Allison’s crazy mom? Her crazier aunt?”
“No!” Stiles said quickly. “I’m not into any of Allison’s crazy family, that’s so wei—wait, actually…”
“Oh my God! Is it Christopher Argent?” Erica asked incredulously as a gleeful smile pulled at her lips.
It was kinda scary.
“No! No, it’s not Mr. Argent, it’s, uhm…”
“Ew, do you want to get down and dirty with Deaton?”
“Erica! I’m trying to come out!” Stiles snapped very, very loudly. The entire library went quiet, and Stiles sent Erica a dark look. “What is wrong with you?”
“What is wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?” Erica hissed. “This is how you’re coming out? In the library?”
“Oh, now you’re going to let me talk?” Stiles asked icily. “I was trying to bear my soul to you!”
“Oh, sure, because we’re such soul-bearing friends,” Erica accused with a huff. “Come on, you came to me because you knew I wouldn’t judge you for wanting to fuck the bad guys.”
“Okay, that’s only partially true,” Stiles told her. “I also wanted to talk to you because you… well, you see, there’s a funny thing about the specific bad guys I may or may not want to fuck—because I feel like that might be some pretty strong wording, I said I was lusting after them, that’s it—that impacts you quite a bit.”
“Stiles, I swear to God if you’re talking about the—” Erica's voice was getting louder and louder and Stiles started talking right over her to keep her quiet.
“That’s why I wanted to talk to you!” he hissed. “I keep waking up feeling guilty!”
“Whoa, I don’t need to know about your sex dreams.”
“Yes, you do!” Stiles spat. “You told me about the way you and Boyd—”
“You promised never to talk about that!” Erica cried very, very loudly.
Stiles shushed her and made sure that he wasn’t speaking any louder than a whisper as he hissed, “And I’ve upheld my promise, which means that you need to shut up and listen to me lament about the incestuous sex dreams I’m having and tell me it’s okay!”
Erica was opening her mouth to respond when she went rigid.
Oh no. Oh no, that never meant anything good.
Just as Stiles was opening his mouth to say something, a shadow fell across him.
“Hey,” Aiden Steiner said as he dropped into the seat beside Stiles.
“Hiya,” Ethan Steiner murmured as he took the seat on Stiles’ other side.
Erica mouthed “Oh my God” at him as Stiles’ eyes pinged back and forth between the two very, very hot twins that he was just talking about. Out loud, Stiles whispered, “Oh my God,” as he flushed with mortification.
There was no way that the alpha werewolf twins with supernatural hearing he had been talking about were in the library. Right? Stiles’ luck couldn’t be that bad. Sure, he knew that they were still at the school even if they’d stopped pursuing Danny and Lydia when Scott had let Deucalion leave with his newfound eyesight after they’d taken out the mountain man and pedicure woman, but he sure as hell hadn’t been expecting them to linger around the library on a Friday!
He was only lingering around because he was helping Erica catch up on all the stuff she’d missed when kidnapped!
By the alphas!
Stiles was thinking with a lot of exclamation points, which meant that he was really, really freaking out.
“I’m really freaking out,” Stiles said out loud, just in case it wasn’t clear.
“Why’re you freaking out?” Aiden asked as he leaned in close. He took a deep breath, and his already glowing eyes got even darker. “Mhm, why’re you so worried, baby?”
“We don’t like it when you smell distressed,” Ethan murmured, but it implied so many different things that Stiles couldn’t even focus on the way it made his heart flutter. “How can we make it better?”
“I don’t—what—who—huh?” Stiles asked in what was really more of a mashup of words than anything else.
“Why don’t we get out of here and we can make you feel better,” Aiden offered.
Stiles was about to have something to say about how blatantly sexual and kinda gross that was when the other boy… waggled his eyebrows in what was the single most ridiculous thing he’d ever seen from either twin, which included them combining into a super twunk.
Which.
Yes. The super twunk also starred in his fantasies.
“Okay, dipshits, what the hell is going on?” Erica asked sharply, cutting off whatever Stiles was going to try to say to that with an impressive growl.
“Relax, blondie, we’re trying to make a move here,” Aiden said with an eye roll .
“And this is the way you’re doing it? After everything you two have done?”
“We haven’t done anything,” Aiden spat as his eyes flashed red.
Erica flashed her right back, and Stiles clamped a hand down on Aiden’s thigh even as he reached out for Erica’s hand. “Can the headlights, kids, we’re in public.”
Erica snarled, but her eyes dimmed as she sat back in her seat. She sent Stiles a look that implied something like, “Really, them?” and Stiles shrugged a little helplessly in a way he was pretty sure would translate to, “I’m really sorry. They’re buff!”
She rolled her eyes, but some of the tension in her shoulders loosened. Then she shot him a look that definitely meant, “You can fuck them if you tell me about it,” and Stiles blew out a breath.
“I knew you wanted to get all up on me,” Aiden murmured as he flexed his thigh under Stiles’ hand.
He pulled his hand away like he’d been burned and sent Aiden a dirty look even if the boy hadn’t technically done anything wrong.
“I’m sorry, my brother is supposed to be asking you on a date,” Ethan said sweetly. He reached out and placed a very warm, very big hand on his thigh, and Stiles squeaked now that the tables were turned. “I’m sorry. His love language is snark.”
“I like snark,” Stiles said slowly as he blinked up at Ethan. His eyes were warm, and they got deeper and deeper until they started to glow red. Ethan was rubbing little circles into his thigh and it was really, really distracting. “Oh. I like that too.”
“Okay, I don’t hate this, but I’m not sure that I like it either,” Erica murmured.
Stiles sent her a kinda helpless look and said, “I think I like it. I can’t tell. I might not be liking it.”
“What don’t you like about us?” Ethan asked with such genuine concern in his voice that Stiles’ lips pulled down into a frown.
“Uhm, oh, well, you, uhm—”
“Probably that your brother is being a knuckleheaded pig.”
“I know, he just can’t turn the snark off.”
Stiles knew that he should probably say something to reassure her, but before he could form words, Aiden was grasping his chin and tugging his head around.
“Oh my!” he squeaked when that made his dick feel kinda hard. He had no idea how to say something that wasn’t about his penis so he repeated, “I like snark!” very, very desperately.
“I know you do, little red,” Aiden said with a smirk that was fangy as his own eyes started to glow a soft red. “What do you say? You wanna snark with me?”
“I’m not sure if it ’s ethical to say yes,” he admitted. Which was actually a really, really good reminder, and Stiles forced himself to calm down and think. “Also, I will shove wolfsbane so far up your ass that you spit flower petals if you don’t let go of my chin.”
Aiden growled at him, and it was a low rumbling noise that shook through Stiles’ body.
“What else are you going to sho—”
“Aiden!” Ethan hissed. “Baby, please. I wanted to make a good impression!”
“We already kidnapped his pack, babe. The impression could only be so good.”
“Yeah, he’s actually right about that,” Erica murmured from where she was still just watching them.
“You could have at least tried!” Ethan cried with a pout that rivalled the one Claire Younge had worn after Stiles told her about his Harris-puppy theory. Unlike Claire, Ethan’s pout was adorable.
“Don’t pout,” Stiles murmured. “If I take everything he says as a joke, it’s not that bad.”
“He is joking,” Ethan promised him. “Well, not about snarking. He does want to snark with you, and we want to take you out on a date. If, uh, if…”
“If it doesn’t bother you that we fuck each other, you can get in on it,” Aiden said simply, which was crude but was also pretty straight-forward, which was something Stiles appreciated.
“It doesn’t bother me that you two fuck each other,” Stiles admitted.
Erica whispered, “God, that’s so hot,” from her side of the table, which was true.
He figured it probably should bother him, but they also combined bodies into a super twunk form of themselves—which got Stiles thinking about whether the super twunk would have its own personality or if the twins ended up sharing mind space or something—and he lost a second during which Aiden and Ethan both gave him time to think.
Which was actually really, really appreciated.
“No, it doesn’t bother me, and yeah, I think I wanna go on a date,” Stiles said slowly.
“However, it should probably be a double date. A double throuple date? I haven’t figured out the title yet, but… well, you
did
kidnap my friends. Maybe we should get to know each other as a group first.”
“Oh, are we setting blondie up with mini Hale?” Aiden asked with a smirk, and Stiles figured it was a good sign that they were already thinking along the same lines.
“I could see that. The traumatic experience they shared would be a good bonding point,” Ethan agreed. “Uhm, we’re really sorry about that. There’s some stuff in our past that… it doesn’t excuse our actions, and I know it doesn’t make up for it, but we are sorry.”
“See! It’s perfect!” Stiles cried. “I’ve been trying to nudge them together but they’ve been resistant to my feminine wiles.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Erica muttered, but her cheeks were so red they were nearly purple. Which actually looked painful. She started gathering up her stuff and said, “Ya know what, I don’t care what you do. You can eat the twink for all I care!”
“Hey! I’m not a twink!” Stiles cried as Aiden murmured a low, “Oh, I fully intend to,” that made him shiver as Ethan leaned in close to rumble at him.
Then, Erica left.
“Uhm… I guess we’re not doing a double throuple date, so… the next best thing is to probably have our first date at Rosie’s. It’s across from the station and the staff know me, so if you murder me in broad daylight, they’ll probably tell him.”
“I like that place,” Ethan said with a sunny grin that was downright charming. “That’s the diner with the Griffin , right?”
“Yeah, down on… wait a minute, what did you just say?” Stiles asked incredulously as his mouth dropped open.
“Rosie of Rosie’s diner is a griffin,” Aiden told him. “You didn’t know?”
“We are going there right now. You are going to buy me curly fries and tell me everything you know about Griffin’s, do you understand?”
“You’re both going to boss me around together, aren’t you?” Aiden asked with a groan, and Stiles caught Ethan’s eye.
They grinned at each other, and his heart only skipped a beat or two when they answered, “Yes,” in unison.