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Chapter 29 : Pinned

The door to the Stilinski household closed, Buck turning to the door as he leaned his head against it. His keys dangled idly from his fingers as a heavy sigh left his lips. Footsteps suddenly sounded behind him, causing Buck to turn and look as Stiles walked into the living room, a concerned look on his face. "Hey, are you okay, Buck?" Stiles asks, moving over and cupping Buck's cheek in his hand. "I don't smell any blood on you, and you look fine. What happened?"

"N-nothing happened. Not at work. I actually got some praise from Bobby on a good idea involving a pin setting machine at a bowling alley." Buck replies, moving over and sitting down on the couch with Stiles. "It's... it's Malia's conditions. What she wants us to do if she's gonna be our surrogate."

Stiles clenched his fist at the mention of it, lightly hitting the top of his thigh with the frustration bubbling up inside him. "I get it. I can't stop thinking about it either." Stiles admits, unclenching his fist and interlacing his fingers with Buck's. "She—she is asking so much from us. We haven't even been married a solid month, and she's expecting us to—to just do this thing with her. Like it isn't something that important to us."

Buck took a shuddering breath, bringing Stiles' interlaced hand up to his face and kissing their interlocked knuckles. "I want to raise a kid with you, Sti, so much." he states, Stiles nodding his own head. "I just don't know if I can possibly do something like this to get to our dream."

"Things were kind of simple when it was us and Scott. We had gotten to know Scott as an adult, and we both were attracted to him." Stiles sighs, bringing his free hand over and rubbing circles into the back of Buck's. "But this is Malia, she's untamable, a force of nature that I haven't seen in almost a decade. Something that just takes things and runs away with it."

"And yet we're asking her to give us something." Buck relents, understanding what Stiles was saying. A pinched sort of smile came across Buck's face. "Would it be dumb of me to suggest that you and I just get utterly shitfaced in order to do the deed? And I mean completely and undoubtedly shitfaced, cause I don't know if I wanna remember us having sex with her." Stiles chuckled slightly, attempting to stifle it. "I'm serious, if we just do that, then we don't have to remember it."

"I will take it into consideration." Stiles responds, sighing again and leaning his head onto Buck's shoulder. Tears welled up in his eyes, the phoenix lightly shaking as Buck reached a hand up, gently holding Stiles' face. "What are we going to do, Buck?"

"We might have to talk to someone about this." Buck confessed, taking Stiles' left hand and rubbing calming circles into his skin this time. "Do you know if Frank does couples counseling?"

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"I'm sorry, you lost me. Your ex-girlfriend, Malia Hale, is the woman you two have decided as your surrogate?" Frank questioned, sitting across from Buck and Stiles in his office the next day.

"You're on the right track there." Buck summaries, nodding his head with a pout on his face.

"But she's refusing to do artificial insemination and wants to have a threesome with the two of you?" the therapist asks, pointing between the husbands.

"Yeah, that's correct." Stiles answers, clapping his hands against his thighs. "We haven't even been married a month, and Malia wants us to essentially break our vows with a snap of her fingers."

Frank seemed to be short circuiting, the counselor giving a hum as he processed the information. Idly, the man used his wheelchair, rolling a small circuit on his office floor in an effort to pace. "You both are bisexual men, right?" he inquired, the two nodding their heads.