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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Stiles_Stilinski/Danny
  Additional Tags:
      Romance, Friendship
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-08-04 Completed: 2011-08-05 Chapters: 10/10 Words: 19162
****** Who Said Three Is A Crowd? Chapter 1 ******
by tehwifre
Notes
     DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, sadly. Written in semi-drabble format,
     though they are posted in chronological format.
***** Chapter 1 *****
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, sadly. Written in semi-drabble format, though
they are posted in chronological format.
Derek was frustrated. He wasn't entirely sure how to deal with this blossoming
semi-obsession (he preferred the term observation) with Stiles' mouth. He
understood it, because, really, the thing was only shut when food was involved,
but still... he didn't even particularly like the kid. He was loud, cocky, and
never stopped moving. Ever.
It had started one night in Stiles' room. He had been staying at the hyper
teen's house to hide from the Argents and Stiles had been studying. With books
came food. 'A study snack, man!' had been the exclamation from the teen. And
Derek had been forced to watch as the popcorn was flicked, one piece at a time,
in between those lips. After about half of the bowl, one piece had decided to
be difficult and had bounced from one of Stiles' lip, requiring him to use his
tongue to keep it from falling. Just like that, Derek was hooked, watching that
flexible tongue snag the piece of fluffy corn before it disappeared.
After that, Derek couldn't help but notice every single time Stiles had food
nearby. A never ending flow of finger food; french fries, grapes, Twinkies,
chips, bananas. Derek had almost given himself a concussion the day Stiles had
brought up hot dogs for them, running head-first into the open closet door at
Stiles taking half of the dog and bun into his mouth at once.
"Christ, how do you keep from choking? I mean, seriously?"
Stiles had just arched a brow and made a ridiculous face before continuing his
dinner.
Derek hadn't been able to put his finger on why he couldn't keep his mind off
of those lips or that extremely talented-looking tongue. Or why he was finding
the teen less and less insufferable. He had even found himself cracking a smile
at the lame jokes. He was finally starting to come to terms with his
"observation" of the younger male, though Stiles putting him on display for a
fellow lacrosse player, regardless of the results, had made something twist
uncomfortably in his stomach. He was not a piece of meat to be auctioned off,
not even to a rather cute, dark-haired hacker.
He glared from the other side of the teen's room after Danny had left, trying
to read Stiles' expression. Was the attention-challenged boy so uninterested
that he was willing to pawn him off on someone else?
"Do you find me attractive?"
The question made him freeze for a moment before he offered another scowl to
the teen.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Well, when I had asked Danny, he never gave me an answer. And Scott won't
answer either. And it is pretty obvious girls have no interest in me, I mean,
look at Lydia, I am not even on her radar, so I figured I could try for the
other team, but none of the dudes answer me either."
Derek's eyebrows pinched together at the words. Most the time, a line like that
was a pick-up line, but Stiles seemed to be honestly curious. Should he tell
him or go back to ignoring the kid? He opted for trying to ignore the question
with a slight diversion.
"Everyone has different tastes, kid. And why the hell would you want someone
like that Lydia chick, anyways? She is a conniving, self-serving predator..."
Derek glanced up as his words were cut off with a wave of Stiles' hand,
followed by, "Have you noticed the type of people I surround myself with? Look
at Scott. His head is so far up his ass, he can only see Allison. And you kinda
do what everyone else does, just brush off Scott's sidekick and ignore me."
Derek sat in stunned silence for a moment, never having thought Stiles noticed
what an ass his best friend could be, his attention redirected to the words
about himself as he pushed up from the chair.
"You really think anyone is capable of ignoring you? Your mouth is always
spouting something ridiculous enough that people can't help but pay attention.
Trust me, kid, no one can ignore you, even if they tried."
"So, ADD aside, nice attempt at avoiding the question. Do. You. Find me.
Attractive?"
Derek tried to avoid the teen's eyes for a moment, scrambling for something
that would offer some type of reassurance without revealing his recent
observations. But then his eyes landed on Stiles' and he found brutal honesty
falling out of his mouth.
"Yes. I do."
The words were growled out as he quickly sat back down, trying to bury his
attention back in the thick Lycanthropy book he had been reading to keep from
looking at Stiles. He was expecting the teen to go back to the his computer,
maybe make a few smart comments and then they could proceed past the awkward
situation. What he had not expected was to find Stiles standing in front of
him, head cocked to the side, staring down at him.
"Really?
He only offered a nod, keeping his eyes on the book and the sliver of Stiles'
he could see over the top of it without looking up. He didn't want to see the
cocky look of triumph that was surely painted across the teen's slender face.
When Stiles slowly flipped the cover of the book closed, he didn't have much
choice but to look up, just in time to see that agile tongue swipe across dry
lips.
"I was reading that," his voice deadpanned, trying to keep his face neutral.
They didn't need a distraction right now.
His heart beat sped as Stiles leaned down, arms coming to rest on the sides of
the chair, trapping Derek in his seat, which was a stupid thought because he
was a werewof and he could move then teen without breaking a sweat. His fingers
curled at the edge of the book cover, making to open it again.
"Now, if you don't mind giving me some personal space, we have things to d-"
The words were cut off by the lips settling over his own, a gentle pressure
that slowly increased. He savored the feel for a brief flicker before placing
his hand on the teen's chest and pushing lightly back.
"Not now, Stiles. We don't have ti-"
Again, he was interrupted, unable to resist a soft sound as he suddenly had a
lap full of hyper, loud Stiles to contend with. His eyes flicked from the shirt
in front of him up to Stiles' face, picking up on the note of nervousness on
the teen's face, the uncertainty that lingered there, before wanting to
reassure the teen and pressing their lips together. He tossed the book to the
side before filling his hands with two lean hips and tugging the teen closer,
his lips moving in a gentle pressure across Stiles' slightly chapped ones. He
deepened the kiss by slow degrees, his tongue coming to flicker across the seam
of Stiles' lips before dipping into his mouth. He tasted something sweet,
probably the candy bar Stiles had been consuming, along with the taste that
matched Stiles' scent, something pure that could never be fully covered by
another flavor.
Even during a kiss, he found, Stiles could not be still. His body moved,
twisted and writhed from his perch on Derek's lap, making a soft growl play in
his throat before he caught the sound and swallowed it with another taste of
the teen he was becoming addicted to. His fingertips crept under Stiles' shirt,
tracing them along surprisingly defined muscles as his mouth did its best to
reassure the teen above him that, yes, he most definitely found Stiles
attractive, despite his better judgment on the matter.
"Fuck, Derek. If I had known this would be the answer, I'd have asked, like...
days ago, at least."
Derek rolled his eyes before again gently pushing the teen that stubbornly
refused to moved.
"Stiles. Move. We don't have time for this right now."
"Screw that. Ever since I have gotten involved in this wolf crap, I have seen
and been close to death more times than I can count. So I will be damned if I
move now. Kiss me again."
Derek wanted to argue his point but found himself dragging Stiles close again,
slamming their mouths together, no longer the gentle kiss from before and
instead filled with a note of need. He felt slender fingers rake through his
hair as his fingers tightened on Stiles' hips, tugging at them as Stiles made
to shift closer, bringing the evidence of their desires together.
"Woah, you definitely weren't lying, dude!"
Derek only offered another growl before sliding his hands to the back of the
teen's thighs and standing without warning, his grip on the boy keeping their
kiss uninterrupted He smirked his victory against the teen's lips as he felt
legs wrap around his waist, moving them towards the bed.
***** Who Said Three Is A Crowd? Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     "Yes, fuck yes, please, Derek."
"Yes, fuck yes, please, Derek."
The wolf offered a chuckle as his hands moved down the teen's chest, his chest
pressed to Stiles' back as they knelt on the bed, shirts scattered around the
room as his lips and tongue played along Stiles' neck. His fingers toyed with
the button on the teen's jeans before prying it open and tugging at the zipper,
his hands moving back to lean hips to shove the jeans and boxers down to
Stiles' thighs. He offered a careful nip to the teen's neck as his hand reached
down to grip the swollen length bobbing free, giving a teasing tug before
simply circling and holding to the base for a moment.
"Is this what you want, Stiles? You want me to touch you, stroke you, get you
off? Or did you want more, you greedy brat?"
Derek tugged with gentle teeth at Stiles' ear, the growl still playing deep in
his chest as he felt the tremor of excitement vibrate through the teen.
"Please, more, anything, fuck Derek, just don't stop, Christ."
Derek's other hand came up to tweak a stiff nipple as he began to slowly stroke
the teen, listening carefully to the heartbeat pounding out a rhythm, keeping
the touch to a tease, not wanting to end this particular distraction any time
soon. He panted softly as the slender body writhed against him, trying to get
more touch from him as he worshiped the younger man. His sensitive hearing
picked up the sound of a third heartbeat, his hand not ceasing its movement as
he traced the heartbeat to outside the hall, sniffing to catch a scent of who
was out there before he offered a smirk. His voice was a growl against Stiles'
neck, just loud enough for some of the words to float through the cracked-open
door to the room.
"So, you want me to keep going? After you were so quick to pawn me off on your
little teammate? Why not just do a strip tease of your own, you aren't exactly
a punishment to look at. And telling him I was your cousin?"
He heard the heartbeat in the hall pick up its pace as he released Stiles'
length to drag his tongue along his palm and resume the teasing touches.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. I had... Christ, do that again... already asked if he found
me.. fucking hell... attractive. He didn't say yes. Thought you would be a safe
bet... ahhh, there. And who said the strip tease was for him?"
Derek smirked at the distracted words tumbling from the teen's lips, hearing
how strained Stiles' was as well as smelling the arousal from the hallway, an
idea blooming across his mind. He didn't particularly want to share the
begging, writhing Stiles before him, but he had no doubt the teen would
appreciate his efforts. His eyes flicked over Stiles' shoulder to glance at the
door, barely able to catch the slight flicker of shadow cast by the boy in the
hall.
"Oh, I think if he heard you like this, Stiles, you would be surprised. I'm
pretty sure he could get off just listening to you beg for my touch. To hearing
that sinful mouth of yours beg so pretty, or to see your body moving against
mine, pleading for more. Think he would picture you between us? Me bending you
over and taking you from behind as you choke around his cock? Would you like
that, Stiles? Hm?"
He chuckled to himself at the sound of the heartbeat freezing in the hallway
before racing again, the scent of arousal spiking from more than one source,
his own length jumping at the mental picture he had created.
"Yes, anything, God, just let me get off, already, I think I'm going to
explode."
"Patience, Stiles. I promise, I will take care of you. But after this, you are
mine, understand? No more flirting with that Lydia chick, no more asking your
hot teammates if they think you are cute. Mine to touch, to tease, to fuck. Can
you handle that?"
His wolf gave a pleased growl at the moaned response, his face buried against
Stiles' neck, though his eyes were trained on the shadow in the doorway,
hearing Danny creep closer to try and catch a glimpse of them. He made the view
worth while, tugging Stiles up slightly to stretch out the lean abs as his
fingers traced the dips and grooves, the hand on the teen's length still
teasing as his thumb dipped into the slit at the top and dragging the moistened
digit down the straining length. The soft gasp from the hallway had his gaze
focused on the door, seeing Danny readjust himself in his pants with an almost
pained expression. His voice dropped slightly in volume, keeping the words just
between Stiles and himself.
"Is that really what you want, Stiles? Because your little friend is at your
door now, trying not to be heard as he touches himself. You are doing that to
him. Do you want him to come in here, pleasure you as I prepare you before I
bend you over and fuck you hard and deep? Do you want me to fuck you as you
wrap those talented lips of yours around his cock and we fill you from both
ends?"
"Yes, yes, please Derek, please, anything, God."
The begging words swayed him as he finally lifted his mouth from torturing the
teen's neck with nips and sucking kisses. He raised his voice again to be heard
clearly in the hallway, eyes locking onto the muscled form of the other
lacrosse player.
"Well, get in here, Danny. Take the only chance you will get at his body,
because after tonight, I guarantee he won't be free to do anything with anyone
else. You gonna pass up this chance so you can stand in the hall and jack off
when you can have him sucking your cock?"
He flicked his wrist over Stiles' head, drawing a gasp from the teen before he
saw the door open slowly as Danny slipped into the room, the lacrosse player's
gaze glued to the soft and lean skin in front of him. The bag slipped from the
dark haired teens shoulder as he came across the room like he was in a trance
and he fell to his knees in front of Stiles.
"Take off your shirt then join us, Danny. Touch him. Show him what feels good
while I prepare him."
Derek watched as the teen obeyed him without a second thought, stripping his
shirt off and tossing it on the floor with his bag before his hands traced down
Stiles' slick chest with a near-reverent touch. He was pleased with the care
the other teen was showing to Stiles, touches always soft and careful, the
lacrosse player glancing up at him as though asking permission before a nod had
him grasping the length of steel jutting from Stiles' hips. Derek took the
opportunity of the slight distraction to twist back and dig through a drawer
for something to use as lube, finally digging out a bottle with lube and
generously coating his fingers with it.
"Blow him, Danny. Make sure he is plenty distracted so I can loosen him up."
He growled the command out as his middle finger traced the tight pucker of
Stiles' entrance before slipping the slicked digit carefully inside, waiting
until he heard a gasp from Stiles, combining with the suddenly tensed body to
signal that Danny had followed his instructions. He watched the pair over
Stiles' shoulder as he slowly sunk his finger deeper, not moving until he felt
the tension bleed from Stiles, grinning when Stiles' hand moved to sift through
Danny's hair and draw the other lacrosse player closer to his body. His words
were growled out against his lover's ear as he began to pump the single digit
into the virgin entrance.
"That's right, make him your bitch, Stiles. Show him what gives you the most
pleasure. Focus on how hot and wet his mouth is and how his tongue feels
wrapping around your cock." He carefully worked another finger into the
impossibly tight heat, delicately searching out the hidden spot inside of the
teen and knowing he had found it when a drawn-out groan tumbled from Stiles'
lips. "There? You enjoying yourself? Feeling my fingers in your ass as he sucks
your cock? Just wait until I am inside of you and you are bent over to return
the favor he is so kindly paying you."
The hand on Stiles' hip tightened as he thrust his digits in the tight heat,
loosening the teen by degrees before adding a third finger, smelling how close
Stiles was and grinning at the slender fingers tightening in Danny's hair,
making the other teen whimper and reach up to trace his fingers up the inside
of his thigh, gently rolling the hanging globes as Stiles stiffened again,
trying so hard not to come that his whole body trembled. An almost-cruel grin
graced his lips as he watched Danny reach into his own pants to begin stroking
himself, the scent of arousal spiking all around him, driving him a step closer
to feral as he worked on relaxing his lover.
"Come for us, Stiles. Now."
His command was obeyed near instantaneously as Stiles shot down Danny's throat,
the lacrosse player not even pausing as he swallowed around the pulsing length
down his throat. Derek groaned at the sight as Danny pulled back, a smudge of
white tracing from the corner of his mouth as glazed eyes stared into Derek's.
Derek regretfully tugged his fingers from the tight ring of muscle, his other
hand running soothingly down Stiles' back as the teen panted out a string of
incoherent babble.
"Such good boys," he chuckled out before reaching around to tug Danny up
straight and sandwiching Stiles between then so he could lean forward and
stroke his tongue along the release still lingering on Danny's lips, slightly
jealous that the other teen had gotten a taste before him but content in the
knowledge that he would be the only one getting a taste of Stiles after this.
He sealed their lips together, quickly dominating Danny in the kiss as his
tongue lashed out to get any remaining taste of Stiles, stealing it from the
other teen. He pulled back from the kiss, eyes barely keeping from flashing to
crystal blue as the inner wolf drank in the submission of the two teens.
He was torn from his thoughts as Stiles rolled his hips, forcing another soft
laugh from his throat. He growled with satisfaction as Danny reached around the
slender hips separating them to tug at the button on his jeans and tugged down
the zipper before dipping behind the elastic of his boxers to draw out his
steeled length and stroking it carefully. He couldn't deny these two worked
well as a team when he felt Stiles' hands forcing the material down his hips
and Danny reached for the lube on the bed, slicking him with sure hands and
excited lust brimming in his eyes.
"Fuck, you two are impati- ahhh- impatient."
The words were torn between clenched teeth as Stiles supported himself against
Danny, inexperienced fingers dragging down the other teen's chest as he bent
over and worked on the lacrosse players pants. Derek groaned at the sight of
Stiles pulling Danny free and instantly drawing the tip of the other teen into
his mouth. The mouth that had started this whole damned incident. Not that he
was disappointed because fuck, there were worse things than seeing two hot boys
going down on each other as you prepared to fuck one of them raw. He saw
Danny's eyes roll back as Stiles worked more of his hard length into his mouth
and began mimicking what the other teen had done for him. Derek took the
opportunity to appreciate the debauched look of the two before Stiles rolled
his hips against him again, reminded of his own pressing arousal.
He pressed the blunt tip against the stretched ring of muscles, pressing gently
into the tight heat, ignoring the demands of his wolf to simply take and claim,
intent on being careful given the fact that his lovers mouth was currently
wrapped around Danny's cock and sucking for all he was worth, moans from the
teens echoing softly in the room. His eyes never strayed from the sight of
Stiles' hands digging into Danny's hips as he was slowly engulfed by the teen,
panting breaths joining the sounds of pleasure filling the room as he tried to
maintain control. He didn't stop until he was balls deep inside of his lover,
freezing in the moment to reign in his impulses and enjoy the show being put on
for him. Danny was lost in the sensation of Stiles' sinful mouth working its
inherent talents, his hands scrambling across sweat-slicked skin as he gently
fucked Stiles' mouth, being sure not to hurt the other teen.
A whimper left Stiles' lips, stretched around the slick length of the other
teen, Derek's hand quickly finding the cause as he reached around to find the
hyper teen hard again. He couldn't help stroking the reawakened length,
groaning as Stiles bucked into his hand, making the teen tighten around him and
causing him to roll his hips which made Stiles moan around Danny's length, the
vibration of Stiles' voice making Danny gasp in pleasure and pump his hips
faster. The chain reaction made Derek grin for a moment before he realized he
could control all three of them by the way he was stroking his lover,
experimenting with the process to keep his mind focused and draw out the
experience. Danny's voice cut through the symphony of sounds, his first word
spoken since the encounter had began, the strain showing just how close he was.
"Fuck. St-Stiles!"
The words were the only warning his lover got before Danny was shooting down
his throat, gagging a bit as a spurt hit the back of his throat. Derek stilled
his hips to allow Stiles a chance to focus on the task at hand, namely not
choking all over the other teen's pulsing length as he came with a deep groan
of satisfaction. He waited until Danny finally pulled his softening length out
of Stiles' mouth before tugging his lover upright and gripping Stiles' chin to
bring their lips together in an awkward twist, his tongue tasting the other
teen in his lover's mouth as his hand resumed stroking the teen's cock. He
finally released Stiles' mouth to begin dropping more sloppy kisses along the
teen's throat, his hips rolling up into his lover once more.
"You taste better. Fuck, you looked so hot, though. Can you come for me again,
Stiles? Paint Danny's chest with your come as I fuck you open? Do you wanna do
that, want to mark him with your release, the whole time knowing, feeling, that
you are mine to take? Come on, Stiles, show him how much you are enjoying
this."
Stiles gave a groan and a jerk as Danny moved forward and gripped him again,
Derek's hands falling back to Stiles' hips to give him better leverage. He
didn't even realizing he was growling out his moans against Stiles' neck as he
thrust into the tight heat, sucking a bruise against the salty skin between his
lips, his eyes still glued to the teens as Danny drew them together for a
bruising, clumsy kiss, his hand moving faster on Stiles' length and making the
smaller teen clench around Derek's cock. Derek's senses were being overwhelmed
at the scent, sight, taste and feel of his lover as he felt Stiles' body tense
again, aching to come again but not able to do more than moan into the other
teen's mouth as Derek shifted just slightly and slammed into the lean body,
driving his blunt tip into Stiles' prostate and making the teen cry out into
Danny's mouth as he came.
Danny didn't slow his hand until Stiles' cock gave a final twitch, Derek not
being able to hold back a groan as his own release was torn from him, Stiles'
muscles twitching around him, milking the release from his straining length.
His teeth came down on Stiles' shoulder, leaving another bruising mark as he
rode out the intense waves, barely holding back the transformation that wanted
to take place. He dropped his head between Stiles' shoulder blades, panting to
draw more oxygen into his deprived blood stream as he carefully slipped from
between Stiles' thighs. Once he was sure the burning blue had faded from his
eyes, he raised them to Danny, who had a look of lust-filled wonder as Stiles
began licking the evidence of his release from the other boy's chest.
"Good Stiles, you already know to clean your toys when you are done with them."
Derek moved to join the teen in lapping up the traces of come off of the
lacrosse player, sucking the taste from the salty skin and leaving teasing
strokes of his fingertips along slick skin, chuckling as Danny began to harden
again. Muttering about the recovery of 16 year old boys, he pushed Danny to lay
flat on the bed, leaving Stiles to continue licking the other teen clean as he
swiftly took Danny into his mouth and swallowing around the thick length.
Swiping some of the remaining come off of the lacrosse players abs, he teased
at Danny's entrance before sliding two digits swiftly and carefully into his
entrance as he drew the teen deeper into his throat, immediately searching out
the hidden button that drew so much pleasure. He found it quickly and began to
massage it firmly, his thumb arcing up to press on the flat patch of skin just
above the teen's entrance to intensify the sensations, pulling a cry of shock
from Danny as the teen arched beneath him to get more. More touch, more
pleasure, just more. Derek glanced up to see Stiles watching him with a cross
between possessiveness and lust. His tongue pressed against the heavy heat in
his mouth, increasing the suction as he pumped come-slicked fingers into the
teen, aiming for the prostate with every stroke. Two, three more thrusts and
Danny was exploding down his throat with a strangled groan, the teen's body
tensing before relaxing in a boneless heap against the bed.
Derek pulled away from the length, drawing Stiles towards him to share a heated
but relaxed kiss, sharing the taste of the other teen with his lover before
glancing at Danny with a soft huff of laughter as he watched the eyes struggle
to stay open. He couldn't stop the gentle hand tracing down Stiles' face, glad
the teen was able to stay silent this long, before he tugged Danny up to the
pillows and then drew Stiles against him to lay between the two exhausting
teens. He couldn't help but smirk as Stiles curled against him, Danny
unconsciously doing the same thing, when Stiles finally seemed to find some
order in his head and opened his mouth.
"So, is sex one of those 'gets better with practice' things, cause that was
fucking amazing."
"Shut up, Stiles," came the response from Derek and Danny in unison, making
them all chuckle softly before falling into relaxed silence for about three
seconds.
"So, not that I am complaining, but why did you come up here, Danny?"
"Forgot my flash drive earlier," came the sleepy response.
Derek muffled Stiles' response with another kiss before drawing the blanket up
over all of them, rolling his eyes as Stiles opened his mouth again.
"You didn't clean me up."
"Christ, Stiles, I love your mouth, but could you just shut it for a few
minutes? I think we broke Danny."
Stiles glanced across Derek's chest to look at the other teen, finding him
snoring softly cuddled against his wolf's warm chest. Derek knew better than to
assume Stiles could stay silent so he wasn't surprised when the teen began
talking again, though it was softer.
"Never figured you for the type to share, wolf boy."
"Didn't plan on it, but you two looked good together. Besides, didn't hear
anything but 'please Derek, God, more, now' coming from your mouth. Now rest. I
will clean you thoroughly once I have caught my breath and gotten some rest.
Not all of us are 16."
Stiles offered a laugh before yawning and slinging a leg over Derek's and
drawing himself closer to rest his head on the wolf's shoulder before dozing
lightly. Derek murmured a soft 'Good boy,' before letting himself drift off as
well, finding himself comfortable and lured into sleep, caged in by the two
teenagers.
***** Who Said Three Is A Crowd? Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     There were many things Derek expected to wake up to. Stiles
     complaining about a pain in his ass, awkward tension, or someone
     falling out of bed. What he did not expect, however, was to wake up
     to Danny trying to suck out his soul through his cock. A loud groan
     ripped from his throat as the teen swallowed around him and intense
     eyes watched his reaction. The only thing he could feel for a moment
     was the wet heat pressing around his length before his sleep-addled
     mind began picking up other things in the room. Stiles was still
     curled against his hip, though he was no longer asleep. Instead he
     was thrusting a renewed erection against him, panting lightly against
     his shoulder. His eyes picked up the movement of Danny's hand as he
     stroked himself while licking and sucking along Derek's cock.
There were many things Derek expected to wake up to. Stiles complaining about a
pain in his ass, awkward tension, or someone falling out of bed. What he did
not expect, however, was to wake up to Danny trying to suck out his soul
through his cock. A loud groan ripped from his throat as the teen swallowed
around him and intense eyes watched his reaction. The only thing he could feel
for a moment was the wet heat pressing around his length before his sleep-
addled mind began picking up other things in the room. Stiles was still curled
against his hip, though he was no longer asleep. Instead he was thrusting a
renewed erection against him, panting lightly against his shoulder. His eyes
picked up the movement of Danny's hand as he stroked himself while licking and
sucking along Derek's cock.
His hips rolled up into the hungry mouth before it was pulled away, body
tensing slightly as Danny took two fingers into his mouth to wet them down, not
relaxing until he noticed the teen reaching back to slip them into himself with
a wet groan around Derek's length. The sight made him growl approvingly as one
hand slipped to gently grip Danny's hair, the other hand reaching down to cup
Stiles' ass as the other teen rolled against him in a slow rhythm. He chose not
to dwell on how he had ended up with these two teens staring at him like they
were the wolves and he was the helpless deer about to be dinner, choosing
instead to simply enjoy his luck and thrusting gently into Danny's mouth.
He gave an unhappy sound when the wet heat was taken before he saw Danny's
intention, Stiles shifting away to allow the other teen to straddle Derek and
slowly breach himself on the spit-lubed length with a deep groan. Derek gripped
at Danny's hips to help carefully work his cock into the amazingly tight heat
of the teen, body arching up as the teen's ass came to rest against his body
with a satisfied groan.
"Fuck, that is hot."
Stiles' voice sounded rough and was filled with heat, raising up to his knees
to move closer to the other teen. Derek couldn't look away as Stiles swiftly
took Danny's hardness into his mouth, teasing the head with flicks of the
nimble tongue Derek had become obsessed with. He couldn't deny that Stiles
looked good, no matter what was being shoved in between his lips. He groaned as
Danny began riding him with an easy pace, rolling his hips on every downward
thrust, one hand gripping the back of Stiles' neck lightly. Derek growled
softly at the sight of Stiles fisting his own cock, shifting carefully to tug
his lover to straddle his chiseled abs without interrupting his work on the
other teen, resulting in Stiles' ass being positioned perfectly in his face. He
wasted no time in lightly tracing a finger over the twitching entrance that
still looked slightly stretched from earlier before dragging the flat of his
tongue over the ring of muscle, tasting himself as he worked his tongue into
his lover.
"Fuck, whatever you are doing back there, do it again. The noise he is making
feels amazing."
Derek smirked at the strangled words from Danny before lapping at the hole
again, tracing around the outer rim before dipping just slightly into Stiles,
his fingers dragging down the back of the teen's thigh. He could feel Danny's
body straining as he fucked the wolf, struggling to keep control as he was
trapped between Stiles' mouth and Derek's cock. Derek offered an encouraging
buck of his hips that drove the teen further down Stiles' throat who choked
slightly before recovering. He slipped a finger deep into his lover, his other
hand bracing against Stiles' hip to help keep him balanced in the awkward but
enjoyable position. He licked around his finger being swallowed in Stiles'
entrance as he set a slightly faster pace with his hips, feeling himself drawn
too quickly to the edge of release, intent on not finishing until both of the
teens had found their own pleasure in his body.
Derek worked another digit inside of his lover as he dropped moist kisses along
Stiles' muscled back side, lightly nipping at a pale cheek and making Stiles
give a strangled groan and choke on Danny's cock.
"Fuck, fucking Christ, Stiles, Derek, oh fu~uck."
The sound of Danny losing composure and twitching around his cock made him
moan, Stiles pulling off of the spurting cock and closing his eyes as Danny
painted his face with white. Derek gave another growl as he drove his fingers
into the bundle of nerves inside of his lover, a hand on Stiles' lower back
keeping the teen bent over to continue pleasuring him. His cock ached to give
its release as he saw Stiles reach for his own cock and begin pumping in time
with the strikes to his prostate before giving a soft cry as he spilled across
Derek's chest, Derek following him to bliss in another moment with a harsh
thrust into Danny's relaxed body. His hips rolled to ride out the release as he
felt Stiles' come drip down his chest before the teen toppled to the side with
a content sigh, sprawling beside Derek as Danny leaned forward to lap at the
white spattering across the wolf's chest.
Derek's cock gave another twitch as Danny made sure not to miss a single drop
of release before falling to Derek's other side, Stiles reaching beside the bed
for a shirt to wipe his face with, a ridiculously large grin painted across his
lips.
"God, I love being 16."
Derek rolled his eyes with a barely contained laugh, watching his lover shift
to prop against his bent leg.
"I can't object to the amazing recovery rate you two have."
He turned his eyes to Danny who looked at them both with a sated look. Derek
leaned towards Stiles to grant him a gentle kiss, the heat from before lowered
to a simmer before he turned to offer Danny the same kiss, the other teen
giving him a content grin.
***** Who Said Three Is A Crowd? Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     Derek groaned as Stiles and Danny helped him into the house, one
     under each of his arms as he struggled to simply breath through the
     pain in his chest. The fight had been long and hard, but, thanks to
     some quick thinking on Stiles' part, they had won. Danny carefully
     lowered him to the couch as Stiles ran to grab a rag and a bowl of
     water to clean Derek's wounds.
Derek groaned as Stiles and Danny helped him into the house, one under each of
his arms as he struggled to simply breath through the pain in his chest. The
fight had been long and hard, but, thanks to some quick thinking on Stiles'
part, they had won. Danny carefully lowered him to the couch as Stiles ran to
grab a rag and a bowl of water to clean Derek's wounds.
Danny wasn't supposed to have known about the werewolves or the Argents or any
of it, but had been dragged, unintentionally, into the middle of the mess by
Jackson and had taken it all in stride, not seeming surprised that one of his
lovers was part wolf. Stiles' dad, on the other hand, had not handled it nearly
as well, but had come to their aid after Stiles had explained the situation.
Without the help of the Argents and the police, they might not have won against
his Uncle. The Sheriff was spending a couple of days in the hospital due to a
rather nasty concussion and broken arm. Derek winced as Danny tried to remove
his shirt, the gashes along his chest healing too slowly and burning
mercilessly.
After his Uncle had been put down like a rabid dog, the Argent clan's semi-
psychotic Kate had patiently waited for the police to leave before turning to
viciously attack Derek. Her deadly blades had torn his chest up as he fought to
keep himself between her and the two teens behind him, knowing it was his duty
to protect the only two humans on this side of the fight. As soon as Scott had
seen the attack, he had ran to grab the attention of Allison's dad to get his
sister under control.
"Protecting the dumb animals now? What is next, adopting one to keep as a guard
dog?"
Derek leveled a glare at the woman being restrained by Allison and her father.
"Even before you all decide to burn my family to a crisp, we weren't a danger
to the general public. We kept to ourselves, we hunted on our land and the only
people we harmed were the ones wandering on to our property. But I swear to
God, if you touch me again, I will rip out your throat like a rabid dog."
Allison's father had turned a look on him at the statement but let it slide,
knowing his sister was no longer in her right mind. "She won't bother you again
and neither will we, as long as you all keep to the agreement. The first time
one of you hunts a human, we will come back and kill all of you... that
includes your little groupies," the man glanced at Danny and Stiles at the last
part before dragging his raging sister to the SUV and handcuffing her into the
vehicle.
Derek growled loudly at the threat to his lovers before collapsing against the
ground, his strength leaving him now that the danger had passed. Stiles had
rushed to his side, Danny not far behind as they had lifted him to his feet,
the two lacrosse players struggling under his weight before Stiles had turned
to Scott with a concerned look.
"Hey, man... can you get your boss and meet at my place? Take Jackson with you,
until we are sure that Kate bitch is no danger, alright?"
Scott had nodded before he and Jackson had taken off at a dead run for the
animal clinic. Once they were gone, the two teens carefully maneuvered the
badly injured wolf into the Jeep and taken off for Stiles' house, Danny making
sure Derek stayed conscious as Stiles broke a few speed laws during the trip
and skidded into the driveway before helping the other teen move Derek into the
house.
Derek tried to help by moving to remove the shirt before he simply shook his
head at Danny.
"Not gonna happen, get the scissors."
Stiles came back in with the rag, face still etched with concern before he set
down the rag and bowl and snatched up a pair of scissors from the desk.
"I think Miguel just likes being shirtless in front of us, what do you think,
Stilinski?" Danny tried to joke to ease the tension in the room.
Stiles gave a half-manic laugh before kneeling beside Derek and carefully
cutting the ruined shirt away from the marred chest. Derek looked up at the
sound of rushing feet by the door before Scott, Jackson and the doctor came
into the house.
"Where are you guys?" Scott yelled from the door.
"He's ruining my living room carpet by bleeding all over it, get your asses in
here, for Christ sake," Stiles shot back as Derek offered the vet a tired and
pained wave.
The older man offered a 'tsk' and a shake of his head before kneeling next to
the wolf and examining the damage.
"Why can't you boys ever stay out of trouble. I'll stitch up the wider wounds
to keep them from scarring as badly. I have a salve that will help draw the
poison from the hunter's blade out of the others to let your natural abilities
finish the job."
The vet turned to the bag he had brought with him, digging out a bottle and
some cotton swabs, tending to each of the wounds with care. Derek growled and
twisted away from the burn unconsciously, Danny reaching out bravely to grip
his hand and help keep him still as Stiles repeated the action with his other
hand, both realizing just how easy it would be for Derek to break their hands
but taking the risk to try and calm the wolf. Derek snapped his teeth together,
minding his strength as he hissed in pain while his wounds were cleaned, eyes
flashing that crystal blue from the burning sensation the salve caused.
Scott and Jackson watched from the entryway, worrying at the wounds as the vet
grabbed a needle and thread before Scott's eyes flicked to the two human boys
keeping the wolf contained, brow pinching in confusion. The confusion grew as
Stiles leaned down to Derek's ear, whispering softly as the doctor began
stitching at the largest wound.
"Hold in there, big guy, we got you. We won't let you go, just focus on us.
Just imagine we are upstairs, you aren't wounded and Danny has that box out,
you know, the one with the collars?"
Derek growled again before looking at the teen.
"First off, thosekinds of images? Not exactly keeping the wolf at bay. Second
of all, you just outed all of us to your best friend. Werewolf hearing,
remember?"
Stiles turned 'Oh Shit' eyes up to where Jackson and Scott stood, both frozen,
though Jackson didn't look confused so much as slightly embarrassed, already
having assumed his best friend had been in a relationship. Scott's face was a
mixture of confusion and horror as he realized just why he could always smell
Derek all over the two humans and that it wasn't just from the combat training
he had been going through with the teens. Derek watched as Stiles quickly
recovered himself and offering his best friend an arched brow.
"If you have a problem with it, feel free to leave. Otherwise, shut your trap
while the vet finishes patching Derek up."
Derek was faintly impressed at the amount of control Stiles took over the
situation as Scott simply closed his mouth and shrugged, though he still looked
confused. A glance at Danny showed the other teen simply offering Jackson a
grin before squeezing Derek's hand. The vet finished tying off the thread and
covered the stitched up gash with some gauze before packing his case and
pushing to his feet, holding out a small pack of pills.
"They are sedatives, I suggest taking one and then laying down for a few hours.
By the time you wake up, everything should be healed. No showering until then.
Come by tomorrow afternoon and I will take the stitches out for you. Aside from
that, rest. No funny business."
The vet turned a knowing look to the two teens holding Derek's hands before
offering a wave and heading for the front door. Once the animal doctor had
left, Danny and Stiles moved under Derek's arms to help lift him to his feet,
moving for Stiles' bedroom at a slow pace while the wolf winced at each twist
in his body. Scott and Jackson offered a wave and a quick 'Get some rest'
before taking off for Allison's house, letting the trio get settled upstairs.
Derek lay back against the soft pillows at the head of the bed after downing
the sedatives the vet had given him before watching the other two shed their
excess clothing and climb in next to him, both taking care to move him as
little as possible while staying as close as they could to his warmth. Stiles
broke the silence, as usual, his voice soft in the darkness.
"So... since you killed the Alpha, does that mean that you are an Alpha now?"
"Hn, not sure. Now shhh, before I get the urge to shove these sedatives off on
you so we can all get some peace and quiet."
Stiles looked shocked at the teasing note in Derek's voice.
"Did you just make a joke, Hale? Cause that is celebration worthy."
Stiles settled down as Danny reached over to lightly whack the back of the
other teen's head and offering a semi-serious glare. Derek relaxed under the
dual careful touches skimming along the uninjured skin along his chest,
eventually fading off into the embrace of sleep as the teens kept watch over
him.
***** Who Said Three Is A Crowd? Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     Derek slipped through the front door of the rebuilt Hale house,
     warmed by the sight of the sunny house he, Stiles and Danny had
     returned to better than its former glory. The house practically
     glowed in the sunlight streaming through the windows, making the
     previously burnt-out abode homey and welcoming. The sound of a
     friendly argument in the den drew him towards the voices, rolling his
     eyes at the to humans currently perched on the floor with pillows and
     cushions scatter around, playing a video game.
Derek slipped through the front door of the rebuilt Hale house, warmed by the
sight of the sunny house he, Stiles and Danny had returned to better than its
former glory. The house practically glowed in the sunlight streaming through
the windows, making the previously burnt-out abode homey and welcoming. The
sound of a friendly argument in the den drew him towards the voices, rolling
his eyes at the to humans currently perched on the floor with pillows and
cushions scatter around, playing a video game.
Three years had not changed them much. Danny had filled out a bit more and
Stiles had lost the scrawny, awkward look and both had built more lean muscle
mass from the constant training their older lover put them through. Danny was
attending classes at the local college, courtesy of a lacrosse scholarship, and
Stiles had flown through computer classes and spent his time designing video
games.
Derek leaned against the frame of the door, smirking as the two stared intently
at the screen, yelling taunts back and forth to each other, not yet noticing
the wolf had returned. They were trying to work through Stiles' latest
creation, attempting several different ways to "break" the game and seemed to
be having a bit too much fun for it to be considered work. He rolled his eyes
at the relaxed ease the two functioned in as Danny tossed up a handful of
popcorn for Stiles to dive for, a curse letting him know Danny's distraction
had worked and he had defeated the others character.
"Ah, no fair, using food against me! Derek, he isn't playing fair!"
So his perch in the doorway had been noticed. He slipped into the room, giving
Danny a soft kiss before turning to his other lover and brushing his thumb over
pouting lips. His voice rolled out on an almost purr, "All's fair in love and
war, lover. Suck it up," before stealing a kiss from Stiles as well. He
straightened from his lean with a smirk, tossing the words over his shoulder as
he reached the stairway.
"I'm taking a shower. And the next time you two have sex on my car, please make
sure that whomever happens to be against the paint job doesn't have the keys in
their back pocket, hm?"
He laughed at their attempts at innocent looks before bounding up the stairs
and leaving them to their game. He hurried through the shower, scouring the
streaks of oil from his skin, finding transmission fluid along the back of his
arm and swiping it off as he rushed to finish cleaning himself. During the day,
they rarely saw each other. Come this time of day, nothing was better than
coming home to those two. True, it was often an exhausting experience,
especially if one of them were cranky. Idly, his mind ran over what would be
for dinner, assuming that neither of them had thought to cook. They tended to
get distracted when testing one of Stiles' creations. Wrapping a towel around
his waist, he stepped from the bathroom, all thoughts of dinner flying from his
mind when he opened the door.
He blinked rapidly, making sure he wasn't imagining the scene in front of him.
There, kneeling on the bed, were his lovers making out. Naked. All of that soft
skin and lean muscle was on display, the only thing covering any of it from
view was Stiles' collar, the thick black leather a perfect contrast to his pale
skin. Danny had a finger looped through the ring in the front, holding Stiles
close as they kissed, his other hand busy in between the youngest man's thigh,
too low to be stroking the hyperactive teen off. A brief glimpse of glistening
fingers told him what the other young man had been doing to make Stiles whimper
like a puppy.
Two pairs of eyes peered at him from the bed, filled with heated need before
Stiles jumped slightly as Danny slid two fingers back into the slender form,
the broader boy keeping his eyes on Derek with a grin. Stiles decided to occupy
his ever-moving mouth by licking and sucking at Danny's neck while Danny waved
Derek over to the bed. The eldest simply shook his head with a smirk, dropping
the towel beside the large chair set in the corner and falling into it.
"Don't let me interrupt. You seem to be doing fine all by yourselves."
The soft growl in his voice was filled with desire, his cock quickly hardening
as he watched them grope and strain against each other, the sight more
beautiful than the most expensive art. He watched as Danny laid Stiles back on
the bed, crawling between spread legs to rest their hard lengths together and
thrusting, drawing a spill of nonsense from Stiles' lips. Though they appeared
to be lost in each other, Derek caught the hot looks shot his way, letting him
know that they were aware of what a great show they were putting on before it
was back to a thrust, a sigh, a moan.
He wrapped a hand loosely around his throbbing cock, stroking himself slowly
without intent to enjoy the view as Danny slid deep inside the tightness that
had never become loose, even after three years of being together. The twitch in
Danny's jaw told Derek that Stiles had intentionally tightened around the cock
buried in his ass, a trick he had learned would earn him a rough, thorough
fucking, though only Derek would make it thorough enough to leave him limping
the next day. His lovers had become more than resilient over the years, used to
dealing with his excessive strength that he couldn't always control in the heat
of the moment.
His eyes flashed to crystalline blue as Danny latched a small leash to Stiles'
collar and yanked the youngest man forward while driving, hard, into the
yielding body. Stiles' cry had Derek's fist tightening slightly around himself
as he imagined being buried inside the tight heat, that he was the one making
the boy cry out like that. Jealousy had never entered into the equation between
them and so he could enjoy this for what it was, Danny dominating Stiles with
relative ease, having been taught the art by the wolf. He watched as Danny knew
exactly how much pressure to put on the collar and the precise angle his hips
needed to be at to slam into Stiles' prostate and have the younger of the
screaming in pleasure.
The pace was fast and rough, both of them reaching desperately for the end goal
as he sped the pace on his own drooling cock, the slide of pre-cum making the
strokes more smooth. He felt the heat pooling deep in his gut as Stiles offered
a loud shout of pleasure, erupting between the slamming bodies and dragging
Danny into oblivion with him. Derek clenched his teeth as he felt himself
unraveling at the sight of the debauched boys and the scent of their released
filling the room, pushed to the edge before Stiles voiced drifted out in a
husky purr from the bed, both of the boys watching him intently.
"Come for us."
That was all it took and he lost it, a wash of white covering his rippling abs
as his head slammed against the back of the chair, his hand stroking to milk
the last of the release from his softening length, the remnants of his pleasure
dribbling over his fingers. It took only two breaths before his lovers were
knelt beside him, Danny lapping his seed from his stomach as Stiles put that
talented mouth to good use and began sucking the pearly drops from his fingers.
They were as thorough as always, making sure not to miss a single drop before
each one took one of his hands, dragging him from the chair to the bed with
large grins. He rolled his eyes and offered a husky laugh.
"I'm getting too old for this."
***** Who Said Three Is A Crowd? Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     Stiles slipped through the front door of the house, bags weighing
     down his arms as he carried the groceries inside. He could have sworn
     they had just went to the store last week. Then again, they were all
     still growing boys, right? What age did men stop growing, he should
     know this. Then again, it wasn't like they didn't burn off any excess
     calories. But maybe he should look into a few less junk type items
     and more... bread? Was bread healthy? Hm, maybe carrot sticks.
     Spinach? Nah, that was only good for salads and rabbits. And rabbits
     were definitely not something they kept as pets, despite his begging.
     But, they were delicious. Dammit, what was he trying to do again?
     Right, a diet.
Stiles slipped through the front door of the house, bags weighing down his arms
as he carried the groceries inside. He could have sworn they had just went to
the store last week. Then again, they were all still growing boys, right? What
age did men stop growing, he should know this. Then again, it wasn't like they
didn't burn off any excess calories. But maybe he should look into a few less
junk type items and more... bread? Was bread healthy? Hm, maybe carrot sticks.
Spinach? Nah, that was only good for salads and rabbits. And rabbits were
definitely not something they kept as pets, despite his begging. But, they were
delicious. Dammit, what was he trying to do again? Right, a diet.
His mind scattered and wandered as he put up the food, knowing it was too early
for either of his lovers to be home. Danny would be in class for at least three
more hours and Derek usually came home for a quick lunch and then wasn't seen
again until almost dinner time. That wolf was pretty damned talented under the
hood of a car. And with labor type stuff. Not that Derek was stupid, he just
liked to use his hands. Mmm, those hands. He was really good with those hands.
He slid the milk into the fridge and the meat in the freezer before jumping as
two hands fell to his hips, a hot, insistent mouth falling to his neck with
growled words.
"Thinking about me, lover?"
Stiles spun around, pleasantly surprised to find Derek in front of him, covered
in grease spots and sweat. His mind wandered again for a moment before he was
pulled flush against his lover and he realized that his lover could smell the
spike in arousal from thoughts of those broad, calloused hands running over his
body and oh Gods, yes, like that, they were sliding along his sides and tugging
up his shirt. He abandoned the clothing without hesitation, anything to feel
those hands and Christ, why did those sharp teeth turn him on so much. Surely,
he should be distrustful of the sharp canines nipping along his throat but they
just made him burn.
A shift in step and his bare back met the cold metal of the fridge door,
drawing a gasp from his throat, the sound swallowed by rough lips devouring his
own. And, oh God, those hands were moving again, grabbing his ass and lifting
him clear of the floor as his legs wrapped around Derek's waist, drawing their
hips together with a groan. The wolf never failed to put him in this state of
ardent need, those sharp teeth dragging back down his neck and drawing a
smattering of nonsense from him, he tried to form actual words and he thinks he
managed to get out a 'please' but he isn't entirely sure because those
wonderful hands were freeing his aching length from its denim prison and
stroking him roughly. Really, no ones hands should feel that good and he
couldn't decide if it was good or not that Derek knew exactly how to have him
wanting to cream his pants. Good, definitely good when they made him feel that
damned good, the perfect pace and tension in the gliding hand, feeling himself
dribble pre-cum that only made everything feel even better and oh fuck, like
that.
He whimpered as the hand was removed to tug his pants the rest of the way off
and then searching through the cabinet beside the fridge. Wait, Derek stopped
jerking him off to look for food? Really? Oh, the oil, that makes more sense,
and then the hand was back, this time shining and slick and ohhhhh, yeah, put
those fingers to good use right there. Please, let there be a God and there
must be one because those fingers are burying inside of him in a quick
preparation before they disappear and the growl Derek lets out goes straight to
his already hard cock. He buries his hands in the silky hair of his lover as he
glances down to see Derek stroking himself to slick the rock hard need with oil
before he is lining up and slipping inside. Fuck, fuck, fuck, nothing should
ever feel as good as this and why doesn't Derek just move already, like that,
oh yeah, faster, more, harder, ah, ah, gaaaah, holy shit Derek, don't stop,
because he is so close to coming all over the perfectly chiseled abdomen that
flexes. He needs to come so badly and THERE, FUCK YES, and if Derek stops, he
might murder someone, only he can feel that heat unraveling and all he can see
is white and all he can feel is that wonderful cock pounding into him. Derek
surrounds all of his senses as he feels the hardness buried in his ass twitch
before he is even fuller now, flooded with the proof of his lover's desire and
he can barely breathe so he pants out against damp, grease-streaked skin, his
heartbeat slowly coming back into a normal range.
Okay, he can see again, which is a good thing, he thinks. But now he can feel
come dribbling from him as Derek pulls back and why is there oil covering the
counter and, okay, yeah, he needs to clean up because come dripping down your
leg is not a sexy feeling, so he grabs his shirt off the handle of the fridge
where it had landed and swipes at the mess. He will do laundry later, after he
cleans up the oil and God dammit, they dented the fridge door again. And are
those claw marks? Oh well, nothing new here, folks, move along. At least this
time, the fridge still stayed shut and they wouldn't need a new one. He was
distracted by another kiss, this one gentle and almost apologetic, like his
lover was sorry for the limp he would probably have all night but it had been
worth it, in his opinion. And, oh, hey, sounds like Danny is home early,
judging by the footsteps wandering towards the kitchen, awesome because he can
smell the food his other lover carried and now that he thought about, he was
pretty hungry.
"So, is Stiles all that is on the menu, or does anyone want Chinese? Cause
either way, I'm cool with it."
***** Who Said Three Is A Crowd? Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
     "Dude, he will so kill us if we scratch it again."
"Dude, he will so kill us if we scratch it again."
"Then I suggest not leaving the keys in your back pocket, brainiac."
Stiles gave a sheepish look before he was pressed to the hood of the Camaro,
the engine rumbling under his ass as Danny slammed their lips together again.
Danny loved the utterly needy and debauched look Stiles got around the car. For
a car, of all things, to make the boy horny was beyond amusing. Not that he
could fault the smaller man, the car was damn sexy, but all Stiles had to do
was hear the engine turn over and he was getting hard. A fact he was only too
happy to exploit as he ground his hips into Stiles' for more friction. His
hands were pressed on either side of the younger man, both of them already
stripped down to their boxers. And Stiles had a point, the vibrations from the
engine felt amazing when they fucked, strong enough for him to feel as he was
buried inside the other.
He tugged Stiles closer to his body, sometimes still in shock that he had
managed to become involved with the two men he lived with. What had began as an
innocent question from Stiles and a psuedo-strip tease from Derek, however
against his will it might have been, had resulted in them being together for
almost five years now. The amazing sex had drawn him in, but the comfortable
ease that had developed after had kept him here. Derek providing the
groundedness in the relationship while Stiles provided the spontaneous
wildness, allowing Danny to bounce between the two ends of the spectrum while
he tried to find his own style and personality.
Growing up in the rather small town hadn't left him with much room to grow,
especially with the not-quite stigma of being gay. None of his friends had even
batted an eyelash when he had come out, but there weren't many options in the
small metropolis. After graduation, he had chosen a college that was fairly
close, wanting to be near to his lovers but still aching for something larger,
with a bit more freedom. And he had discovered a knack and love for animal
science when he wasn't on the field, busy with lacrosse. He couldn't help but
be interested in the field, with one of his lovers being something other than
fully human. He still wasn't sure how to tell Stiles and Derek that he wanted
to pursue a Masters degree, which would require him to transfer to a larger
college that was several hours away.
He was torn from his thoughts as Stiles flipped their positions on the car,
slamming him back against the hood and sliding him free of the rest of his
clothes. He gave the smaller man a cocky grin before laying back and lacing his
fingers behind his head, eager to see what Stiles had planned. As usual, the
hyper boy did not disappoint, eagerly straddling the prone teen.
"Since you can't seem to stop thinking while attempting to fuck, I figured I
would just kinda take over, if that is alright with you, lacrosse boy."
Danny waved a hand in indication to continue before relaxing back again, always
happy to let the smaller man take control. Of the three of them, Stiles was the
least likely to ever try and top and when he did, he was always the one
penetrated. Danny let him have his moment of feeling in control, relaxing back
into the quick, gentle touch across his chest, his breath catching as he was
groped, hips raising into the soft touch that demanded his attention. He
watched his lover through heavy-lidded eyes as his length was taken into the
amazing heat of Stiles' mouth, thrusting up into the wet warmth to encourage
the boy and because he knew that Stiles craved the direction from his lovers,
to keep him focused. He smirked as he saw one of Stiles hands disappear behind
him, the moans and whimpers around his cock telling him the other man was
preparing himself. He had been with Stiles for enough years to know that he was
happiest with something in his mouth, feeling most in control when his lips
were wrapped around one of his lovers.
He lowered a hand to stroke the back of his lovers neck, eyes rolling back
slightly at the flicker of Stiles' tongue under his head and the lightest graze
of teeth drew a groan from his throat. Between the talented mouth and the
engine purring beneath him, he could feel himself pushing closer to the edge,
making him nudge at Stiles shoulder to draw the boy off of his leaking cock.
"Get up here, Stilinsky. Your mouth is too good and I want to come in you this
time."
He gave Stiles a heated look at the smirk from the other man before that lean
body was scrambling back up his, that heaven-blessed mouth leading the path
with wet kisses and soft nips before their mouths were glued together again.
His hands gripped slender hips, tugging them into place as Stiles grasped his
length and slowly, so slowly, worked himself on to it. He could feel the ripple
of tight muscles and hear the panting breaths from his lover's efforts to make
this something slow-building, making him gentle his grip on slim hips. It
seemed like hours before he was fully seated in the near-virginal tightness
that seemed to strangle his cock. Stiles gave a slow roll of his hips, making
him moan loudly with a gentle thrust as the boy found the perfect positioning
on the sloped hood of the car.
He made a conscious effort to never tighten his grip, instead using one of his
hands to smooth over lean muscles that were shining with sweat, fingertips
grazing each indentation while Stiles rose up slowly, setting a pace that was
sure to drive them both mad. It was not quite gentle, too intense to be
lovemaking, though the pace was appropriate. He took his time to worship the
slender frame above his as Stiles moved like fire against him, writhing and
pressing into his touches with wanton abandon. The burn of arousal built
slowly, a steady wash of heat through his muscled form before settling into the
pit of his stomach. It was so easy to get lost in this melding of bodies, to
forget the world existed outside of heat, want, push, slide, pressure. He
panted as he felt the explosion build inside of him, his hand falling to
loosely fist Stiles' cock, stroking it in time with the slow grinding, trying
to push his lover close enough to have them both tumbling over the edge
together. And then it was there, washing through him, white heat drawing noise
from both of them, their pace never faltering and drawing out the snapping of
the coil, coasting them down from the peak of pleasure as slowly as they had
built up to it, leaving them drained and breathless as Stiles finally collapsed
against his chest.
The peaceful silence was shattered by the car alarm going off, making them both
jump in shock before Stiles scrambled to turn off the engine and put on his
pants at the same time, tripping and falling against the car door when Derek
appeared in the entrance to the garage with a smirk.
"You two owe me a car wash."
***** Who Said Three Is A Crowd? Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
     Derek watched as Danny took another deep breath in an attempt to
     collect his thoughts, easily picking up the unsteady heartbeat from
     the older of his lovers. He glanced at Stiles, who seemed oblivious
     to the odd behavior of the college student, stuffing another bread
     stick into his mouth and diving in for a second helping of spaghetti.
     Derek finally nudged Stiles' foot under the table and nodded towards
     Danny while the student stared at his plate. Finding the relative
     silence aggravating, Derek finally spoke, his tone light and without
     accusation.
Derek watched as Danny took another deep breath in an attempt to collect his
thoughts, easily picking up the unsteady heartbeat from the older of his
lovers. He glanced at Stiles, who seemed oblivious to the odd behavior of the
college student, stuffing another bread stick into his mouth and diving in for
a second helping of spaghetti. Derek finally nudged Stiles' foot under the
table and nodded towards Danny while the student stared at his plate. Finding
the relative silence aggravating, Derek finally spoke, his tone light and
without accusation.
"So, Berkeley is a really good school. Gotta say, I am impressed that you got
accepted on your first attempt, its a damned hard school."
He offered Danny a smile as the student raised a shocked look to him before he
slid over the large envelope that had come in the mail earlier in the day. He
nodded down to the envelope with a broad smile, Stiles mirroring the action
around yet another bread stick.
"How... When... I was going to tell you, I swear!"
Derek offered a soft chuckle and shook his head.
"We are proud of you, Danny. We aren't here to hold you back, we just want you
to be happy. If that makes you happy, take our blessings and the tuition check
I taped to the back of the envelope and go. And before you ask, no, we are not
kicking you out or trying to get rid of you. But you were never really ours to
keep forever. We both knew it. You need... something different, and that is
okay."
His voice was soft but sincere, impressing that note of honesty on their lover.
Would he miss the boy, of course. But he and Stiles had known for a couple of
years now that Danny had started to feel that itch for something larger than
what Beaver's Creek could offer him and something different from what they
could offer him. He deserved a 'one-and-only' kind of love. He reached across
the table to carefully grip the nervous looking student's hand, still smiling.
"We love you. We always will. And you will always be more than welcome in our
home and in our bed. But there is no shame in wanting something more, something
different... something yours. And we both know you aren't just abandoning us.
You have been searching for yourself for awhile, and we were happy to help. But
now, you have started to find yourself and it is time for us to step back and
let you come into that. And yes, you are taking the tuition whether you like it
or not."
He smirked as Danny flipped the envelope over to see the check written neatly
with far too many figures to only be one semesters payment.
"I... I can't take this, Derek! This is your money. I can get more grants and
take out a student loan."
Derek held up a hand, proud of Stiles for staying quiet this long. He knew
Stiles agreed with him, they had discussed this on numerous occasions recently
and the young man had agreed that his hyperactive mind was not the best at
saying things the way he wanted them said.
"Consider it a loan if you would like. But we aren't hurting for money and this
way, we are still taking care of you, in our own way. Now you can focus on
school without needing to worry about a job distracting you. Besides, I
consider it an investment. You are a smart man, Danny, and if this is the best
way to help you find your dream and your place in the world, I am happy to do
it."
"Me too, man. That last game I developed brought in more than enough and
Derek's inheritance has been sitting there for years, piling on interest.
Please, don't refuse us this chance to do our part after keeping you hostage
from the world for five years."
Derek nodded, reaching for Stiles' hand under the table and seeing Stiles' free
hand go to Danny, connecting all three of them. Danny had a look on his face
like he was about to cry, though Derek was fairly certain it wasn't from
sadness. He simply looked at Danny until the man nodded and offered a grateful
smile to both of them.
The sex that night was gentle, slow and easy, he and Stiles focusing everything
on Danny, every touch and kiss offering gentle assurance. It was the closest to
pure lovemaking the three of them had ever engaged in and it was just what the
night had called for. They brought Danny to his peak twice with mouths and
hands before Stiles took the lacrosse player deep inside and Derek slipped
behind the two and eased into the broader of his lovers, setting a careful pace
that drew them up and let them go in a crescendo of emotion.
Afterward, he and Stiles curled around Danny, caging him protectively between
their bodies and offering that silent reassurance that even when he left, he
would be missed. They fell asleep tangled around each other and Derek couldn't
help but think that this was how pack felt.
***** Who Said Three Is A Crowd? Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
     It had been an adjustment, after Danny had moved out. Stiles kept
     inadvertently setting the table for three, Derek would occasionally
     call out for both of them when he got home from work, and they both
     noticed his presence missing from their too-large bed. They weren't
     bitter at the other man leaving the home they had created for
     themselves, but they stilled missed him. And when Danny came back to
     visit on his longer breaks, it was too easy to slip back into old
     habits, starting the healing process all over again. Each time, Derek
     made up the guest bedroom, just in case, and each time it was
     abandoned in favor of being piled in the middle of their bed, twined
     between bodies.
It had been an adjustment, after Danny had moved out. Stiles kept inadvertently
setting the table for three, Derek would occasionally call out for both of them
when he got home from work, and they both noticed his presence missing from
their too-large bed. They weren't bitter at the other man leaving the home they
had created for themselves, but they stilled missed him. And when Danny came
back to visit on his longer breaks, it was too easy to slip back into old
habits, starting the healing process all over again. Each time, Derek made up
the guest bedroom, just in case, and each time it was abandoned in favor of
being piled in the middle of their bed, twined between bodies.
After the first few visits, the trips to the bedroom were only about sleeping,
about feeling that closeness with the other man. It wasn't that they didn't
want him, because that was definitely not the case, as proven by restrained
attempts of grinding and soft, possessive growls. But something had changed.
Derek could smell it on Danny, another man. The scent wasn't dense enough to be
from anything other than time spent together, no indication that Danny had been
intimate with another, but it still lingered. Derek waited for the jealousy to
rise and was shocked to find it wouldn't come. Rather, he was happy that the
other man seemed to have found an interest outside of their rather freakish
lives.
Then had come the day Derek had been almost dreading for months. He heard Danny
pull up and two car doors slammed. He picked up the scent that had become
vaguely familiar during each of his former lovers visits and was happy that
Stiles was still locked inside his office, too focused on his newest creation
to notice anything outside of his work and the loud music muffled by the closed
door. It meant that Derek would have a chance to work through his emotions
without the hyper man prying.
He was in the kitchen stirring the sauce when he heard the front door open,
Danny's voice sounding out through the house cheerfully. He raised his voice to
be heard, not risking the sauce to move from the stove.
"Kitchen!"
He watched the doorway as Danny came through, a nervous but cute man following
behind him. He waved the student over with a smile, wrapping one arm around
Danny's should, his other hand still stirring the sauce as he pressed a soft
kiss to Danny's forehead.
"Hey, college boy. Glad to have you back for the weekend. And who is your
friend?"
Derek glanced at the other man in the room, taking in the short blond hair and
light blue eyes. Danny bit his lip nervously before turning to the other man
and offering introductions.
"Derek, I would like you to meet Patrick. Patrick, this is Derek Hale. Hey,
where is Stiles?"
Derek chuckled softly, offering the blond a handshake before he turned back to
the stove and turned off the heat under the sauce, talking as he worked on the
dinner.
"Can't you hear the pounding upstairs? He has been locked in there for almost
three days. He wanted to get as much done as possible before you got here. I
will grab him when dinner is done," he glanced back to Patrick with a friendly
smile. "I hope you like duck. Can I get you something to drink? Water? Soda?
Beer?"
Danny made a 'psh' sound before moving to the fridge to pull out two bottles of
water and handing one to Patrick.
"I know my way around, Derek, we aren't guests. Need any help with dinner?"
"Hand me the milk and cayenne pepper?"
The two worked together to finish dinner with an easy familiarity, shifting
around their bodies with ease before Danny handed Patrick a piles of plates and
silverware and nodding him towards the table, the other man looking relieved at
having something to do. Derek lowered his voice, brushing his words softly
across Danny's ear as they moved together to finish up the meal.
"So, friend or more? Just so I know if I need to get the other room done up."
"More. The one room is fine."
The words were clipped in nervousness, the broad frame tense as though
expecting a reprimand or jealous fit. Danny relaxed as Derek slid an arm around
his waist and drew him in for a hug and smiled at him.
"Congratulations. Now, I need to go get the overeager pup and give him some
warning before he embarrasses you and ruins your chances at ever getting
lucky."
Danny laughed at the teasing tones as he turned to move the food to the table
while Derek went to claim the loudest of the men in the house. He smiled warmly
at the sight of his lover with a pen over one ear and a pencil over the other,
a piece of licorice dangling from his teeth as his fingers flew across the
keyboard. Slipping behind the chair, his arms came around the slender man,
making him jump. He used his nose to nudge the pencil from Stiles' ear before
pressing a kiss just below it.
"Dinner time. And Danny brought a friend, so be good. No humping his leg in the
hallway, alright?"
He smirked as his lover attempted an affronted look before rolling his eyes and
dragging Stiles by his belt loop from the room after shutting off the pounding
rock blaring in the office. He ignored the grumbles about interrupted work from
the smaller man because he knew at the smell of food, all would be forgiven.
Sure enough, as soon as the younger man caught a whiff of dinner, he was
darting for the table, pausing only long enough to press a kiss to Danny's
temple and give Patrick a broad grin before diving for his chair, overshooting
the target and sliding off the other side to land on the floor. Derek didn't
even miss a beat, tugging Stiles up by the arm as Danny rolled his eyes and
covered his face with his palm.
Dinner was a happy occasion, the conversation flowing with ease as they caught
Danny up on the recent news in the smaller town and then listening as Danny
talked about classes, labs and drawing Patrick into the conversation. Derek
found himself approving of the intelligent young man, especially after seeing
how warmly Danny smiled and hearing the thrum in his heartbeat. Dessert was
more festive as Stiles began dragging out the ingredients for banana splits and
plopping them in the middle of the table, half a banana already shoved in his
mouth as the easy talking continued. Derek chuckled as his lover slipped on to
his lap as though craving that connection around the others, obliging by
feeding the younger man between his own bites.
Danny had loosened up greatly, simply rolling his eyes at the youngest man's
antics and then giving a casual shove before announcing he had brought a movie,
a smirk painting his lips, a mischievous light sparking in his eyes. Derek
didn't let himself wonder over it as he simply gathered the bowls, Stiles' legs
wrapped around his waist like a little kid as he cleared the table.
"Go get it set up while I turn on the dishwasher. I might even convince this
leech attached to me to help."
Danny laughed at the indignant look from Stiles before Derek watched he and
Patrick move towards the living room. Stiles stuck out his tongue at the
student before hopping down from his perch and helping his lover load the
dishwasher, taking the opportunity to move teasingly against the wolf's body.
The growl in his throat as supposed to be threatening but came out more like a
purr.
"Behave, Stilinsky. I have no desire to embarrass Danny by walking in there
half-hard and glazed-eyed."
"You take all my fun, Big Bad."
He huffed in amusement at the pout before shaking his head and closing the
dishwasher, shooting up when Stiles' hand cracked across his ass.
"Oh, you are in for it, you brat."
"Promise?"
The teasing continued as they made their way to the living room, Danny and
Patrick occupying the couch. Derek laughed softly as Patrick jumped up from
where he was curled on Danny's lap.
"He said you wouldn't mind if we took the couch, but we can move, or share or-"
Derek cut him off with a wave of his hand and a chuckle.
"Stiles and I usually sit in the nest on the floor. Don't worry about it. Our
house is your house."
Derek shuffled over to the nest of pillow and cushions that had taken up
permanent residence on the floor, grinning as Stiles crawled on hands and knees
towards him. Hooking a finger in the collar that hadn't left his lover's neck
since Danny had left, he dragged the squirming boy towards him before settling
Stiles comfortably between his legs, his back resting against the couch close
to Danny.
"So, I am scared to ask what you brought. Not that it could be any worse than
some of the crap Stiles brings in."
Danny just offered another smirk before hitting play and settling into the
couch, laughing at the chorus of groans that came from his former lovers as the
title screen for 'Wolf Man' came across the large television.
"Dude, next time I get to pick, what IS this crap?
"Oh, shut up, Stilinsky, you are the one that forced us to watch Princess Bride
last time. I am not sitting through another six hour movie."
The good-natured bickering settled down as the movie played, the selection
perfect to keep the mood light as they took turns criticizing the film. His
hands had settled on Stiles' hip, stroking the flash of skin there idly as he
relaxed into the front of the couch, only releasing his lover to go grab
popcorn between movies, this one some drama that would help settle them down as
the night grew later. He smiled as Stiles curled back against him, handing a
bowl of popcorn up to Danny and Patrick with another cradled in his own lap.
His fingers went back to their idle brush across pale skin to relax Stiles, a
glance behind him showing the couple cuddling comfortably on the couch. The
movie played and he felt Stiles' body go between repressed energy and utter
relaxation. He smoothed his fingertips of his other hand around the ring of
leather marking his lover as Stiles' hand traced idly along his inner thigh,
making warmth spread from the touch.
A touch to his hair had him smiling as he felt Danny's fingers card lightly
along his scalp, drawing comfort from the touch. The sound of hushed whispers
drifted down, easily discernible thanks to his enhanced hearing, followed by
the quiet sound of lips meeting. He discreetly raised the volume of the movie
to offer the couple a semblance of assumed privacy as he heard Danny's
heartbeat pick up in cadence, able to hear hands lightly gripping and tongue
meet. He knew the sounds had not went unnoticed by his lover, if the hand
drifting further up his thigh was anything to go by. He gave a soft growl as he
brushed a kiss along Stiles' neck, his thumb arcing further up to brush along
his lover's abs, the sounds of soft passion from behind him drawing a heat into
his blood.
He was surprised when one of Danny's hands stayed to play in his hair, even as
soft gasps and muted moans came from the couch. Stiles' hand had finally
reached its goal, teasing him through his jeans as he simply relaxed into the
touches, knowing that if the couple on the couch looked down at them, all they
would see was Stiles squirming against him, not an unusual occurrence in the
best of circumstances. A particularly loud gasp made him smirk before he felt
the couple on the couch shift, Danny tugging Patrick to his feet and dragging
him from the room with deep kisses and wandering hands. The instant he heard
the guest room door shut, Stiles was flipped around in his lap, straddling his
legs and attacking his lips with hunger. His hands latched onto slim hips,
grinding his erection up into the younger male and panting softly, making an
effort to keep his voice quiet as Stiles' teeth attacked his neck.
"Fuck, you two are still trying to kill me, between listening to them make out
and your fucking hands. Christ, Stiles."
He saw the look of fake innocence painted across Stiles' face before hands were
down his pants and tugging him into the balmy air. He raised his hips to slide
the jeans from his hips and scoot so he could lay flat on the pillows on the
floor, groaning as Stiles wasted no time in wriggling out of his own clothes
and kneeling with his ass over Derek's chest to wet the cock bobbing free. He
sensed the hurried need his lover gave off, wasting no time in spreading the
pale cheeks and licking a moist line from taint to twitching entrance, working
his tongue around the tight ring before trying to slide a finger carefully
inside the other man. The moan rattling around his cock made him thrust his
cock and finger both inside his lover before Stiles was pulling away and
turning back to face the wolf, pressing against the dripping length and
attempting to get it inside.
"Fuck, Stiles, you aren't loose enough yet, you'll hurt yourself."
"Don't care, inside, now."
The panted words had him grasping his cock and carefully, slowly, feeding it
into the clenching heat of his lover, pausing at every hitched breath and
whimper Stiles' emitted. He gaped when his lover got impatient and shoved
himself down, unable to stop himself from shoving back and forcing himself
balls-deep into his lover in a single movement, slamming his hand over Stiles'
mouth to contain the scream.
"I told you that you were gonna hurt yourself."
He allowed his fingers to be pried from the delectable mouth, taking in the
panting breaths of the younger man.
"And I said, I. Don't. Care. Move."
Derek couldn't help but obey the command, slowly withdrawing and sliding back
into the suffocating heat, his hands guiding Stiles' hips to drive his head
into the man's prostate, feeling his lover's muscles relax in degrees, each
thrust causing slightly less pain and slightly more pleasure until the boy was
rolling on his lap. He raised a hand to loop a finger through the collar,
tugging on it as he drove into the lean body before a twist had him switching
their positions, settling between the younger man's thighs and setting a
vicious pace, his teeth scraping along Stiles' shoulder before his lips brushed
along his lover's ear.
"Did it excite you? Seeing him with someone else and knowing that we had him
first? That we staked our claim on his body and pleasured him and took our
pleasure in him?" He growled as Stiles tightened around him, making his eyes
flash blue and forcing him to remove his hands from those lean muscles to keep
from scratching him inadvertently. "But now, he belongs to another and you are
all mine. But, even now, he can't resist seeing you in the throes of pleasure.
He is standing around the corner with Patrick, stroking his new lover as he
watches us, trying not to be heard. Do you want to show him what he gave up,
lover?"
His inner wolf gave a smirk of satisfaction as he heard Stiles' voice raise,
the moans falling unchecked with the nonsense he always let fall in these
moments of unhindered passion. The idea of playfully taunting their former
lover had excited the young man and it only took a few more thrusts until
Stiles was crying out his pleasure and coming between their sweat-slicked
bodies. The twitching muscles milking him did him in and he growled out his
release against Stiles neck, grinning when he heard Danny quietly tug Patrick
back up to the guest room and close the door with a barely audible click.
He glanced down at Stiles, smiling warmly as the exhausted man's eyes drifted
shut. Carefully, he pulled out of his lover, using his shirt to wipe away the
worst of the mess before lifting his precious cargo from the nest and slipping
into the hall, not bothering with clothes as he took the stairs to their room
and slid the barely conscious man under the covers and pressing a loving kiss
to the pouting lips. The sound of Stiles' snores made his roll his eyes good-
naturedly before he tugged on some lounge pants and went back down stairs. His
lover needed to sleep, having stayed up too long to finish his project before
Danny came to visit.
He shuffled quietly to the living room, picking up the scattered clothes and
neatened the pile of cushions and pillows, tossing the clothes into the laundry
room before padding into the kitchen and putting away the dishes. The sounds of
footsteps drew his eyes to the doorway, arching a brow at a disheveled looking
Patrick as he emptied out the clean dishes and closed the machine. Patrick gave
him a sheepish grin before looking around the kitchen.
"Glasses are in the first cabinet on the left."
He watched the blond from the corner of his eye as he put up the plates, taking
in the scent of Danny covering the other man and savoring it. Putting up the
last of the utensils, he began wiping the syrup and melted ice cream from the
table, his voice soft in the quiet room that was lit only with the light over
the sink.
"He likes you. A lot. If he is happy, we are happy. If he isn't happy, however,
you will regret it. Understood?"
"Absolutely. I wouldn't dream of hurting him and if I do, I deserve anything
you or Stiles can dish out. He was worried you wouldn't approve. Took him
almost two months to agree to bring me with on his visits home. He still calls
this house home, our apartment is just 'the apartment'. It means a lot to him
that you two approve."
Derek nodded, moving to wipe down the counters, never stopping in his cleaning
through the conversation.
"For five years, he was ours, but not. This will always be one of his homes,
but I have a feeling, for the right person, he could find another home as well.
As long as you two are together, what is ours is yours. He is a good man and he
deserves the best. Make sure you give it to him."
He glanced up as he heard Danny's steps moving to the master bedroom with a
frown before they came back down the stairs and into the kitchen, his hair
tousled with something other than sleep. He offered the other man an easy,
familiar smile that was returned before Danny wrapped Patrick in a hug.
"Done threatening my boyfriend?"
"I think so. He still snoring away?"
"Yeah, didn't even twitch when I came in to check on him."
"Too many hours on his creation."
Danny offered an understanding nod, even almost a year away not enough to take
his knowledge of the hyperactive man's habits. Patrick gave Danny a soft kiss
before nodding a 'good night' to Derek and going back upstairs, leaving them
alone in the pristine kitchen. He noted the look on Danny's face, saw the urge
to talk and so nodded him towards the laundry room so he could stay productive.
"So, you approve?"
Derek pursed his lips as he began folding the clean clothes, humming softly.
"Does he make you happy?"
Danny offered a nod of certainty.
"Then yes. Enjoy the show, earlier?"
He chuckled at the blush scoring Danny's cheeks.
"He misses you. We both do, but it is harder for him. You and I both know that
I can be difficult at the best of times and now I am all he has to keep him
grounded. But, we are glad you are happy. It makes us feel better, to know that
you have found what you need."
He watched as Danny nodded, helping him with the laundry without thought.
"Why is he so tired?"
"He has been working for three days straight so he wouldn't be behind after
your visit. You know how he gets, get him focused and -"
"-and he will forget to eat, sleep or take a shower."
Derek chuckled and nodded before dragging Danny in for a tight hug, dragging
his lips along the other man's temple and dropping his voice to a whisper.
"Seriously, we are happy for you. But one thing?"
Danny arched a brow and looked at him as he raised his voice.
"Tell your boyfriend that it isn't necessary or polite to eavesdrop."
Danny laughed softly as Patrick stumbled on the stairs at being caught. He gave
the student a smirk before nudging him towards the stairs.
"Get back to bed, both of you. Before I show your new boyfriend what you look
like slammed against a dryer and screaming my name."
With a wink, he nudged the master bedroom door closed behind him, casting a
glance at Stiles' sleepy eyes peering at him from the bed. He sat down the
folded clothes and slipped off the lounge pants before crawling under the
covers and dragging his lover against his body.
"Sleep, I'm here."
***** Chapter 10 *****
Christmas was always a bright, cheerful occasion in the Hale household. Stiles
couldn't resist the urge to overdecorate the homestead, lights and knick-knacks
everywhere and the largest tree he could find in the woods standing tall and
proud in the middle of the living room. Derek smiled softly as his lover put
the last touches of tinsel on the tree, both of them looking forward to the
festivities of the night. Any minute now, Allison and Scott would arrive with
tiny little Kate, Jackson and Lydia were due inside of an hour and Danny was
flying in with Patrick just before dark.
Derek hurried to the door as he heard the resilient minivan pull up, squeals
pealing across the landscape as Kate ran for the front, slipping on some snow
on the porch. He threw open the door and scooped her up before she could start
crying, making the tot give him what would be a toothy grin, if she hadn't been
missing three of them.
“Uncle Dewek, I wost anover toof!”
Derek smiled broadly, tugging one of her pigtails before swinging her into the
warm house, Allison and Scott giving him grateful looks as they unloaded bags
from the car. Setting the young girl down in front of Stiles, he gave his lover
a quick peck before hurrying out to help with the bags.
“Safe trip?”
“Traffic was fine, but looks like Stiles needs to go plow again. It has been
snowing like crazy, dude, almost got stuck at the turn-off.”
Derek gave a nod before nudging them through the door and shutting out the
cold. He, Scott and Jackson would have no problem with a little chill, but the
company was going to be over half human so there was a fire roaring in the
brick fireplace. He laughed at Stiles and Kate having a tinsel war before the
sound of another car pulled into the drive, Lydia's voice complaining about the
weather drifting to him as he slipped back out the front door to get the couple
inside.
“Man, remind me to rent a four-wheel drive next year, the Porsce isn't made for
this weather.”
Derek offered him a friendly slap on the back before grabbing up the bags and
nodding to a very pregnant looking Lydia.
“Carry her inside, I need to add more salt to the stairs, Kate slipped on the
way in.”
Jackson nodded and hurried to sweep his wife from the ground before she could
take a dangerous spill. Piling into the warm house, Derek took the bags to one
of the guest rooms, setting aside the ones marked as presents to sneak under
the tree later. Returning to the living room, he did the same with Scott and
Allison's bags. When he finally settled back into the living room, it was to
the sounds of loud conversations, laughter and pattering feet. He scooped up
Kate before she could slide into the tree, propping her up on his shoulders and
handing her the star for the top of the tree, the child squealing in delight as
she put it on the top branch at a precarious angle.
“So, when does Danny and Patrick get in?”
Derek turned to Jackson's voice and offered a shrug.
“Flight comes in around five. So, they should pull up around six, which is when
we will serve dinner.”
Jackson nodded before being pulled into a conversation about sports with Scott,
allowing him the opportunity to tug Stiles away from the crowd and press a soft
kiss to the younger man's lips. Stiles just smiled and then turned to rest
against his back, both of them watching the activity in their normally quiet
home. Allison, Lydia and Kate were tucked onto the couch together, the women
exchanging pregnancy horror stories as Kate worked diligently on twining as
much tinsel as possible in their hair.
To surprise one werewolf takes talent, but to be able to shock three of them is
unheard of. So when Danny came slamming through the door and none of the wolves
in presence had heard his approach, it was a rather heart-stopping event. Derek
took one look at his former lover and saw distress on his face, making him
release Stiles and move over to the student.
“What happened?”
“Car slid off the road about a half mile back. Patrick hurt his leg and I can't
get the car off the side of the damned tree.”
No words were spoken as he, Scott and Jackson all immediately went for the
door, Stiles pulling Danny's shivering form over to the fire as the girls
scattered to get blankets and something hot to drink. Being part wolf had its
advantages, namely being warmer than the average person and the ability to move
pretty damned fast. It took them less than five minutes to find the car wedged
against the side of the tree and only another two to pull Patrick from the
warmth of the car. Jackson and Scott quickly evaluated the situation, shoving
Patrick at Derek and then moving to the car. Careful maneuvering and some were-
strength had the car shoved back on to the road and it only took two attempts
to realize the car wouldn't turn over.
“We will push it up to the house, get him inside and warm, we will be inside in
a few minutes, alright?”
Derek nodded and glanced down at Patrick.
“Normally, I would let you do the macho man thing and just be a crutch, but the
storm is getting worse and you shouldn't be on that ankle, so I am gonna carry
you.”
Patrick just shivered and nodded awkwardly before he was swept against a warm
body, Derek moving quickly back towards the house. Danny and Stiles met them at
the door, Danny looking worried and then relieved when he saw Derek carrying
his lover through the snow. Werewolf speed was impressive, but the speed of
women nursing an injury was even faster, he discovered. Allison had already
gathered bandages and Lydia had a hot drink and blankets ready to go by the
time Derek set the injured man on the couch. Even Kate was subdued, staying out
of the way while her mother and Aunt worked to tape up the injury.
Patrick looked embarrassed but grateful as he was tended to, Danny still
hovering behind the couch.
“Jeez, you guys look like you do this a lot.”
The words from the only uninformed person at the gathering made everyone freeze
for a moment before activity buzzed again. Derek grinned and let the words roll
easily from him.
“Between lacrosse injuries and living out in the middle of nowhere, you know
how to get things done, and quickly.”
Patrick offered a nod as Jackson and Scott slipped into the house, stomping
snow from their shoes and clothes before stripping much of the outer layers to
throw in the dryer. Jackson glanced over to the couch to make sure Lydia was
still alright, overprotective of the pregnant woman, before looking at Danny.
“Not that we are mad, but I thought you weren't due in 'til later. Was gonna
help them get the road more clear by then.”
“Took an earlier flight when I heard a storm was moving in. We were hoping to
beat it here, but no such luck.”
Danny stayed by his lover's side as he spoke, holding on to a quickly warming
hand.
And just like that, the festivities were on again, Kate squirming away from her
father to tackle Danny in a hug. The young girl loved any occasion that had all
of her “uncles” gathering for her to torture with hyper-activity and a loud
voice. Much like her Uncle Stiles. The comparison made Derek laugh before
moving to the kitchen, the women wasting no time in following to help with the
dinner. Their preparations were accompanied by the men in the living room
singing Christmas carols to the only child present.
The dinner was informal, served in the living room with many of them relaxed on
the floor. The conversation flowed as easily as the wine, Stiles being the
first to stand and begin gathering the paper plates and plastic silverware,
none of them wanting to have to resort to doing dishes for a crowd this large.
Allison joined in the effort before loading what few actual dishes there were
into the dishwasher and then returning to the living room to sweep an exhausted
Kate away from Derek's lap.
Derek watched as the McCall bunch headed for the room, tired after good food
and a long trip. Lydia and Jackson quickly followed their example, the
pregnancy tiring the slender woman easily and Jackson unable to be more than a
few feet from his wife. He laughed at his lover's 'wah-cha' noise and whipping
motion, Jackson simply rolling his eyes and waving a good night. Giving a soft
sigh, he settled back against the couch, his lover instantly curling on the
floor and laying his head in Derek's lap. Derek brushed a hand through the hair
that had begun to grow out, relaxing the man under his touch. Danny's voice
floated out softly in the quieted room.
“Christ, that girl has some energy. Any sign yet on who she takes after more,
yet?”
Derek shrugged at the hidden meaning behind the question, mindful of Patrick's
lack of knowledge.
“So far, she seems like a mama's girl, but she certainly has the energy to keep
up with Scott... maybe even Stiles.”
He laughed as his lover half-heartedly smacked at his arm, curling an arm
tighter around Stiles. The four men relaxed in the quiet, sipping at the
remains of the wine before Stiles moved to go grab another bottle. When the
lean man returned to the room, he had a bottle of wine in one hand, mistletoe
in the other. Danny saw it and gave a groan before laughing as Stiles plopped
into Derek's lap, holding the mistletoe above their heads and planting a
sloppy, happy kiss to his lover's lips. Derek chuckled and returned with kiss,
deepening it for a split-second before pulling back.
“Spreading some cheer, lover?”
Stiles only nodded before slinking over to Danny, holding up both hands as
though asking the student to choose between the wine and a kiss. Danny laughed
before reaching for the bottle of wine and topping off his glass.
“Between you and booze, Stilinski, it is a tough choice. You both make me feel
drunk after tasting you.”
With a wink, Danny drained the alcohol from the glass before leaning forward
and pressing a mostly-chaste kiss to the younger man's lips. Derek's eyes
flicked over to Patrick, wanting to gauge the reaction there and finding no
sign of jealousy there, only a soft heat. His attention was brought back to his
lover as Stiles took a large draw on the bottle, his cheeks puffing out as he
didn't swallow and instead dove for Patrick.
“Oh sure, don't make him choose.”
Danny's statement make him grin before he watched his lover feed the wine to
Patrick, the kiss that followed nothing close to chaste or innocent. Watching
the two interact was a treat, both seemingly submissive and edging slowly into
untried territory, sharing the dominance between the two. A soft whimper from
Patrick had them pulling apart before they turned to look at their lovers.
Danny just arched a brow and glanced at Derek.
“Think they are trying to give us a hint?”
Derek smirked before reaching forward to drag the student into his lap, not
giving the other time to object before slamming their lips together, the kiss
quickly dissolving into a fight for dominance. Where the other two had put no
fight between them, this was a kiss full of teeth, tongue and bruising lips,
fighting for the upper hand in the liplock. A discreet cough made them pull
apart to look to the entrance to the living room, Scott and Jackson standing
there, flushed red at having interrupted.
“Not that the view isn't oddly hot, cause it is in a creepy way, but time to
put out presents.”
“You are just jealous,” came Stiles' voice.
“Hardly, your dog breath is almost as bad as mine, Stilinski,” Scott retorted.
The banter lightened the mood from the heat it had been edging on, Danny and
Derek untangling from the floor and Stiles pushing off of the couch to help
with the bags the other two men had brought in. While they found places for the
abundance of gifts, Derek began rearranging the furniture, pushing the couches
back and tucking the coffee table in the corner. At Patrick's questioning eyes,
he shrugged and waved a hand around.
“Come sunrise, this place is gonna be a war zone. Kate goes on a battle path to
the tree and in five seconds flat, you won't be able to see the floor. You will
blink and then wonder how ribbon got in your hair, where the shredded paper
came from and how the glitter managed to cover such a large area in such a
small time. Plus, we were just planning on sleeping in the nest tonight.”
Danny laughed at the description, having to agree with the accuracy after
witnessing last years storm of activity. Derek went back to clearing space and
dragging out every pillow, cushion and blanket he could find, the floor
completely covered in softness and warmth. He didn't feel like having to
explain that they typically all spent the night out here, the wolves in the
bunch comforted by the nearness of pack and the rest of the makeshift family
enjoying the sleepover as a chance to bond. He glanced up as Scott and Jackson
finished putting the packages away before glancing out the window.
“Feel like a hunt for tomorrows dinner?”
The other two wolves looked at each other before nodding and going to their
respective rooms to let their wives know where they would be. A few minutes
later, Allison, carrying a sleeping Kate, and Lydia trudged out to the large
nest Derek had created, burrowing under blankets to get comfortable again.
Danny carefully moved Patrick to the middle of the pile, ignoring the
questioning gaze and grinning as Stiles moved to help cage in the injured man
before the girls came to get comfortable, all of them touching in some way.
Derek looked at the scene fondly before his attention was pulled to the door,
all of the wolves taking off out the door to hunt under the full moon.
“Are they seriously out hunting in this weather?”
Allison mumbled, half asleep, “Well, what else do you expect wolves to do on a
full moon?”
Stiles couldn't help chuckling at the sounds of howls coming from outside
before nudging Patrick.
“Just sleep, man. You will need the rest for tomorrow, trust me. They will be
back to snuggle soon enough.”
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Morning came with bright sunlight and a screaming child wanting to open
presents. Stiles was sprawled across Danny, his head resting on Derek's
shoulder and his feet setting on Patrick's lap while an arm stretched over to
lay a hand on Allison's stomach. She had rested her back against Derek, her
feet resting against her husband's. Scott and Jackson had rested at the bottom
of the nest, with Lydia tucked somewhere in the middle of the pile of bodies,
as though they had formed a protective cocoon around the pregnant woman. The
only one missing from the pile was Kate, who proceeded to fling herself over
her Aunt to land on Derek's chest, barely missing Stiles' head.
“Uncle Dewek! It's Chwismas! WAKE UP!”
He groand before opening his green eyes to smile sleepily at the child,
carefully disentangling himself from the mess of bodies. Stiles gave a snort
before nudging at Danny, who shared the nudge with Patrick and kicking lightly
at Jackson while Stiles nudged Scott with his foot. Stiles' voice, croaking
with sleep, sounded out through Kate's excited tones.
“Yo, McCall, I think that is your pup.”
“Not this morning, today she is Allison's hellion.”
“Nice try, mutt, she is alllll Derek's until after I have had coffee.”
Derek just rolled his eyes before hitching the child on to his hip and
stumbling to the kitchen to make coffee. Once it was brewing, he headed back
for the living room, setting Kate between Jackson and Lydia then reaching for
the packages. He had been voted for Santa this year, since, as Scott had so
kindly put it, 'she is so much like Stiles, you have the most experience'. He
piled several smaller gifts around the girl before handing out the other gifts
as the other adults began to wake up.
Stiles had finally managed to make it to the kitchen and came back with a tray
full of coffee to help them all wake up before he made a dive for his own
growing pile of presents. Derek just laughed at his lover's behavior before
grabbing the last of the packages and handing them out, settling back and
dragging Stiles against him as the younger man tore through presents.
It took only five minutes to look like a tornado had hit a craft store; paper,
glitter, ribbons, tape and packing popcorn scattered through the room in a
whirlwind of color. Stiles admired the small charm he had been given for his
collar, a tiny wolf's head, as Lydia smiled at the collection of baby clothes
and supplies she had gotten, including a onesie saying 'My dad is the big bad
wolf'. The room didn't quiet down until Danny reached for a small package with
his and Patrick's name scrawled on it in Stiles' stilted print. Carefully
opening the small box, he arched a brow at the collar nestled in the cushioned
box, too small to fit a human.
“Okay, what is this?”
Derek grinned before nudging his lover towards the back door, who took the hint
like a pro and dashing away. Derek coughed to draw the attention back to
himself before grabbing the collar and twirling it around his finger, a
miniature version of the one on Stiles' neck and what had once adorned Danny's
neck.
“Well, we figured, with you guys buying your own house soon, you could use a
little reminder of home to take back to your new home with you.”
He nodded back to the entryway where Stiles stood, holding a squirming puppy,
the coloring giving away that it was a wolf pup. The small dog finally wriggled
loose and took off across the floor, pouncing on Derek with a yip, a flash of
blue eyes enough to make her sit still as he attached the tiny collar to her
neck. He turned the pup to the two men with a smile, running his hand lovingly
over the pup's head.
“If you guys want her, she is yours. She will get decent-sized, but not huge.
And she is friendly, has had all her shots, the vet says she is perfect.”
Danny offered a broad smile before leaning down to pick up the wolf, laughing
as she wiggled and then began kissing his face. Patrick looked faintly confused
but happy, reaching over to pet the animal before Kate discovered the-
“PUPPPPYYYYYYYY”
Chaos erupted again, laughter filling the room as Kate chased the dog, who
chased a ribbon being dragged by Stiles, who promptly fell over Scott's foot
and face-planted into Jackson's lap, making the other man yelp and his wife
laugh loudly. Danny turned to Derek with warm, happy eyes before a yelp, though
if it was from a dog or a person was unclear, made him laugh and give the older
man a hug.
“Typical day in the Hale household. But now I won't miss Stiles nearly as
much.”
“Hey, man! Not cool!”
 
A/N: This is the final chapter of the lovely little scenario. I wanted to end
on a fluffy, happy note. To those who wished Danny was still part of the Hale
household, sorry to disappoint, but don't worry, he still visits often.
I just wanted to thank everyone for their comments and faves. Made me all sorts
of warm and fuzzy inside. More stories to come, hopefully!
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