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Stiles had a huge problem.

The slender human stood in the middle of Derek’s loft, eying both the sourwolf and his cocky uncle, both of the werewolves demanding that he finally choose one of them to be his mate.

Normally Stiles scoffed at the idea of love triangles, believing that they were just a horrible teen romance novel trope, yet there he was: stuck between deciding between Derek and Peter. And, unfortunately, it was not an easy choice to make.

Derek was closer to his age, and he was the classic brooding hunk who rarely smiled. His body was blessed with muscles and he had this smoldering look that melted Stiles’s heart. And, he’d even seen his cock once, and dare he say it, it was impressive. The two of them had been on the same side through multiple supernatural excursions. Although Derek was much more guarded, he’d eventually began to make it known that he wanted the human, starting out subtly by casually brushing up against him, to more brazenly by sneakily holding his hand while at pack meetings.

Then there was Peter, who was older and much more experienced. His lean muscle was extremely attractive, as was the slight grays that were starting to appear in his sideburns. Peter also had some chest hair and his worldly knowledge and the way he was completely domineering made him ooze “Daddy”. And Stiles was definitely into that as well. Plus Peter was much more direct in his want for the younger man. Whereas Derek preferred a subtle approach, the older werewolf preferred to be much more direct, such as surprising Stiles late at night by lying on his bed in nothing… absolutely nothing, allowing his hard cock to be presented. And that was impressive too.

Therefore, Stiles stood in the middle of the loft, looking between the expectant Peter and Derek as they both stared him down, waiting for his answer. Derek had his buff arms crossed in front of his large chest, his pecs stretching the fabric of his shirt to the limit. Then Peter eyed Stiles in a cocky manner that said, “I’m waiting”, and Stiles couldn’t help but drool over the wisps of manly chest hair that creeped out of his deep v-neck.

“Um,” Stiles stalled, still incredibly torn between the two men before him. He was sympathetic and understood their frustration, yet he was also deeply conflicted between them. He wanted Derek, and he wanted Peter. It was not as simple as pointing at one of them and writing off the other. “I’m sorry, guys. I know it’s annoying, but I really can’t choose between the two of you.”

Derek gave one of his characteristic sighs, even rolling his eyes. “If you need some time to think about it, then I guess that’s fine,” he growled under his breath, obviously growing impatient.

“Or,” Peter smirked, “maybe I could help you make up your mind?” He hold out his arms, showcasing the tight t-shirt he wore which seemed to be painted onto his lean musculature.

Derek directed his quiet growl at his uncle, who bared his canine teeth in response. Both of the hunky werewolves growled at each other, trying to intimidate the other into backing out of their courting of Stiles, all the while the human awkwardly shuffled his feet.

“Dammit,” Stiles cursed to himself. “I just wish that there was a way I could choose the both of you.”

At that moment, Derek launched towards Peter, his teeth bared and his claws protruding. Peter leapt forward as well. However, the crash that Stiles was expecting didn’t come. Instead, Derek’s muscular body slammed into Peter’s older and leaner one, the action resulting in an something more akin to two liquids meeting.

Stiles’s eyes widened when he saw what looked like Peter’s slimmer body being swallowed by Derek’s larger one. Derek looked shocked and Peter let out a surprised gasp as they witnessed their bodies merging together. It seemed as if Derek’s body was taking Peter’s into his own, both of their bulk combining and forming a much larger form. Derek’s already large muscles took in Peter’s toned ones, growing in size to the point where his biceps inflated the smallest bit and his pecs puffed out a little more, even having Peter’s chest hair grow out over them. Their clothes even merged together, leaving Peter’s classic deep v-neck shirt being covered by Derek’s black leather jacket, their blue jeans looking the same yet containing a much, much larger bulge in the front of them. Lastly, Derek and Peter’s head smashed into each other, molding together for a brief second before forming a brand new visage. This new face had Derek’s eyebrows and serious eyes, yet it also had Peter’s cocky smirk and the little lines indicating his maturity. Peter’s stylized hairstyle took on Derek’s black hair color with some little grays at the sideburns, and Derek’s manly stubble grew out over Peter’s square jaw.

Finally, before Stiles stood a muscular, taller man who had traits belonging to both Derek and Peter. It did however take Stiles a second to realize that this brand new man before him had one eye being Derek’s alpha red while the other was Peter’s beta blue, letting him know that although it seemed impossible, both men were in this new form before him.

The newly merged Derek/Peter used both of his larger, muscled arms to feel around his new body in awe, a shocked look on his handsome face. “Wha-what?” he wondered aloud in his deep, manly voice that had Derek’s baritone and Peter’s cocky inflection. “What just happened?” He looked up at Stiles in wonder and confusion, taking an uneasy step forward, trying to get the hang of having two minds controlling one body that contained both of their strength and musculature.

Stiles was stunned silent for once. His jaw hung low and his eyes were wide as saucers. “Holy crap,” he finally breathed as he watched the merged werewolves stumble around in their shared body, deeply turned on by the way the new guy’s large hairy pecs strained against Peter’s shirt and how Derek’s leather jacket struggled to contain the broadened shoulders. Best of all was how tight the pants were, showcasing the nearly foot long cock that snaked down the guy’s beefy thigh.

Derek/Peter looked up at Stiles, shock and horror over his new face. “Stiles!” he gasped. “We have to figure out a way to fix this— No! Wait!— What? Are you crazy?”

The poor human felt like he was going to get an aneurism watching the merged werewolves argue with one another in their shared body, each one fighting for control over the other.

“This might sound weird, but if we stay this way, then there’s no need for one of us to lose him!” the merged man said, his broad shoulders relaxing the slightest bit.

Stiles didn’t know which wolf offered the idea, but he could see the conflict the other one had as the new man scrunched up his face before briefly glancing at Stiles, a small, shy smile forming on his face.

“Do… d-do, uh, do you you think you can deal with this?” Derek/Peter asked quietly, holding out his buff arms to showcase his muscled-up, shared body.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to guess Stiles’s answer, especially after he took one more look at the monster cock that the merged werewolves had. “Absolutely,” he gasped.

The new man rushed forward and took Stiles into his arms, and Stiles marveled at how the man held him with a combination of Derek’s gentle caution and Peter’s aggressive passion, seemingly the best of both worlds. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Stiles’s, growling happily.

“We can deal with this too,” Derek/Peter agreed, nuzzling their mate with glee.

“So… do I call you Deter or Perek?” Stiles asked.