Teen Wolf One-Shot Collection: Volume One

33. Payback - Stiles x (Male) Allison

AN: So I looked up the male version of Allison. It's a unisex name so I won't change it.
Kinks: BDSM,
Type: Angst/Slight Smut
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Stiles: 18, Omega Werefox,
Allison: 19, Thomas Doherty, Hunter Human
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January 5th
1:23 AM

Stiles growled and held back a whimper as he was shocked by a taser stick. He looked at Allison like he was a traitor... because he was. Derek had bitten Victoria, and Allison took it out on the closest shifter he could access. "Shut the fuck up, Stiles!" Allison punched him, taking his anger out on the guy even though he had nothing to do with his Mother's death.

"Alli stop," Stiles growled and tipped when he punched again, "Gerard has you just where he wants you," Stiles snapped and then yipped again as the taser rammed into his ribs again.

"Enough, Allison," Chris grabbed his hand. He didn't like how his son looked at him, and he didn't like how he looked at someone who was a good friend to him in the past. "You are skipping the interrogation part of interrogating Stiles..."

"Was I?" Allison rolled his eyes and fell back with his father's hunters and Gerard.

Chris wasn't aware that Stiles had been bitten. He had accepted Peter's offer back at the formal. It was rare, but that was Stiles' middle name. He had become an omega werefox. There weren't many natural werefoxes as Kitsunes usually took up that spirit. It was 1 out of 100,000 bitten shifters to become a fox. Omegas were also 1 out of a million. Deaton was astounded by it, of all places for it to happen, not to mention that Scott was slowly becoming a True Alpha.

"Hey, Stiles," Chris smiled at the fox, "No wonder you have been so slippery. You think it was smart to sneak in and let Derek's little bitch beta's out?" Chris asked as the boy snarled at him. His eyes glowed a coral color which was a mistake. Stiles was chomping his teeth at the man, trying to intimidate him, but Chris easily grabbed him by the jaw to look closer at his eyes.

"Interesting," Gerard smirked as he saw the eyes from far away.

"What? What's up with his eyes," Allison asked, intrigued, not knowing why his eyes differed from Scotts.

"Moneybags," Gerard said, only confusing Allison more.

"No, father, don't even think about it," Chris muttered as he let go of Stiles' face, trying to straighten him out.

"Yeah, that's fucking right. You better get me healed, and brand new right before you let me go," Stiles smirked.

"Why the hell would we do that?" Allison scoffed.

"Who is your Owner? Scott or Derek," Chris asked, and Stiles spit in his face.

"I own myself," Stiles sneered, but Chris knew that wasn't true. He was sired to the one who bit him. Since Peter is dead, he is unclaimed, and doesn't want them to know that. He knew what Gerard was thinking. He knew he had the risk of Hunters capturing him and selling him to the black market since he was so rare.

"I will let you go when you answer my questions,"

"Chris, have you gone crazy? This little shit is more valuable than anything to the world to us," Gerard snapped. He had always had a vendetta. Omega's milk has numerous healing properties. If he got some, they might work better than the pills he had been using to fight his cancer. He also knew a few sellers that would pay billions for Stiles.

"You know how protective their owners can get. We won't stand a chance if it is Derek. He will come after all of us," Chris quipped back, only for Gerard to sneer at him before storming out. Chris' hunters and son followed behind him. Chris sighed, frustrated, before he looked at Stiles. He could tell just by his eyes that he would never break him. "Make this easier for yourself. Who is the Kanima?" Chris sparked the taser as he prepared to be there for a long time.