Kate Argent had been very thorough in her planning. Apparently when it came to torture and mayhem she was boy scout levels of prepared. She had provided her host body a terrific alibi for the week. His dad now thought he was at Lacrosse camp, who actually DID that he'd never know, but there you have it. This plan had also netted her the 'fees' for the nonexistent camp, which she'd then pocketed to use for 'supplies'. Wherein supplies means shiny new implements of torture and were-proof bondage gear.
Now, Stiles, who was decidedly no longer Kate's host body, could get behind the idea of were-proof bondage gear. What? He was seventeen years old and bonded to two of the hottest men he'd ever had the good fortune to lay eyes on, and well did you really need more reasons? There were fantasies and kinks and did he mention the fantasies? But in all seriousness he'd have preferred not to have any of Kate's toys around him or his mates. The bitch had colored enough of their relationship. Not to mention he felt bad about the lies his dad believed, the money his dad had put out for the fake camp, and the idea that Kate had had any interaction whatsoever with his dad.
The one good thing about her super planning skills was that he had almost a week before he absolutely had to go home. Not that he would actually be staying away that long. He was already trying to figure out just how he was going to break the reality of their world to his father without triggering some sort of aneurism or heart attack. At the very least, he needed to make sure Mrs. McCall was nearby in case he needed medical assistance. That being said, he was seventeen and newly bonded and apparently didn't have to worry about going home for several days. What was a horny werewolf to do? He could think of a couple things.
They had stood together in the abandoned garden of the Hale house until nearly morning, and then in the predawn twilight they piled into Derek's car and drove to the subway station. Derek had pulled them both to the car he'd claimed as his own, and the trio had curled up around each other on his bed and drifted off to sleep. It was late afternoon before anyone moved, and that was only because Peter decided to show a distinct lack of judgement and comment on the situation.
"Really Stiles, if you were going to take the bite you should have allowed me to give it to you last year." He said smirking down at the pile of bodies.
Surprisingly enough it wasn't Derek, in his role as alpha, or even Stiles, who was newly turned and possibly still not in control, but Isaac, who made Peter aware of his poor judgement. Clearly Peter hadn't been expecting that, based on the shocked look on his face, which was about a foot higher in the air than it normally found itself, held there on the ends of Isaac's claws.
"He wasn't yours then, he isn't yours now, and he's never going to be yours. Even vaguely refer to biting him again, and I will scatter your insides from one end of this station to the other, and while I'm at it, I'll be sure to lose a few small pieces." He glanced down at that, eliciting a chuckle from the bed.
Stiles climbed to his feet and stalked over to Isaac and Peter. He licked up the side of Isaac's neck before settling with his head laying on his shoulder. "Why don't you put Uncle Creeper down, so he can go far, far away and heal up, and we can get back to important things? You were just about to do that, weren't you, Peter?" He said tilting his head to look into Peter's eyes.
When Peter saw the blazing green eyes staring at him, any smart-ass reply vanished. "Yes, I believe I was. My apologies for such a rude... intrusion."
Isaac lowered his arm and turned his back to Peter, dismissing him from his mind as he began to curl around Stiles.
"Derek." Peter said, acknowledging his nephew with a nod before turning and walking out of the car.
Stiles led Isaac back to the bed, and pushed him down next to Derek, before crawling in after him. He tilted his head and listened/felt for Peter. He heard him moving quickly toward the exit, and felt his energy receding in the pack link, before checking to see if anyone else was nearby. Once he was satisfied that they weren't about to be interrupted, he turned back to the slightly shaking body under his.
Isaac's eyes were still golden, and his fangs were digging into his lips. His body was trembling slightly, and suddenly Stiles realized Isaac wasn't quite as calm as he'd been during the confrontation. He leaned in from one side and re-licked the patch of neck he'd already marked, and then with small nips and licks worked his way towards Isaac's mouth. He licked and sucked on Isaac's tongue for a moment before pulling away and sliding back down to his neck, and then lower. He paused only to look at their smirking alpha. Stiles raised an eyebrow and then looked pointedly at Isaac's swollen, panting mouth before moving to one nipple.
Derek, who had really enjoyed both Isaac's reaction to Peter, and the incredibly hot kiss Isaac and Stiles had shared, didn't need more than the look from Stiles to slide into place, kissing Isaac. One hand slid up into Isaac's hair, scratching and petting, and the other slid down to lay along the side of Stiles' face as he explored Isaac's chest. Hands occupied, he slipped his tongue into Isaac's mouth dominating the kiss, while the beta panted beneath him, hands at his side clenching and unclenching, as if he didn't know what to do with them. Derek pulled away for a moment and pulled Isaac's hand up and around his body, the claws of Isaac's right hand now scratching down one side of Derek's back, before he slid back into the kiss. That seemed to ground Isaac more and he became more forceful, pushing back into Derek's mouth, shifting control back and forth.
Stiles pulled the sleep pants off him, without Isaac actually noticing, at least until the warm wetness of Stiles' mouth sank over him. He gasped into Derek's mouth, and Derek turned to watch Stiles, a smirk playing across his features. After a moment he slid Isaac further up in the bed, pulling a whine from both Isaac and Stiles, when the movement parted mouth and cock, ever so briefly. Stiles quickly compensated for the repositioning, and then found Derek's hands on him, shifting him over onto hands and knees between Isaac's legs. Derek slid to the side of the bed for a moment and then back towards them, pausing only to remove the boxers Stiles was wearing.
Derek made sure he had Isaac's eyes on him before he made his move. With slicked hands he wrapped one around Stiles' cock, while sliding another up the crack of his ass. Isaac began panting at the sight and there was a whine in Stiles' throat. He spread his knees and raised his ass higher in the air in wanton invitation. Isaac began running his hands over Stiles' head and shoulders, petting and rubbing. Derek slid a finger into Stiles, and began working him open. He quickly moved on to two, which was considerably tighter, but once he started scissoring his fingers open, there was a distinct increase in the smell of arousal from both his mates. Catching Isaac's eye again he made sure he was watching as he pulled his two fingers from inside Stiles, and then reinserted three. Stiles was practically keening, the cock in his mouth the only thing even partially stifling his moans.
Despite all the sex the day before, Stiles hadn't managed to experience an orgasm. He had been blocking all sensation, during the one time Kate had used his body and it was building now, making him feel like he was going to explode. He was about to pull back from Isaac's cock to warn Derek, when he pulled his hands away. He was about two seconds away from actual whining when Derek moved between his legs. Derek pressed against him, cock slowly pushing in; his hands on Stiles' hips, holding him still as he slid in. Once he was fully seated, Derek began alternating kisses and bites along Stiles' shoulders and neck. He didn't move inside Stiles, as if waiting for something, even when Stiles made a sort of growly whine, all he did was bite a little harder.
Derek looked up finally, into Isaac's eyes, which were watching him, glowing yellow, his fangs digging into his lips as he strained to hold still instead of pumping into Stiles mouth. Derek's eyes flashed red at him and he nodded, smirking down at Stiles, who was practically thrumming in pent up energy and frustration at the two overly still bodies surrounding him. All at once both Derek and Isaac began moving with him, pushing and pulling in and out of his body. Stiles let out a noise that didn't need words to say 'Fucking Finally' and started sliding back and forth between the two, his head sliding up and down Isaac's shaft, tongue working frantically, breathing in frantic bull like snorts. He was rolling his hips, moving in counterpoint to Derek's hard fast thrusts. his dick hard and now being stroked.
Isaac came first, pulsing into Stiles' mouth, with a drawn out groan. His sweat covered body, laying still under the other two, eyes slitted as he watched them fucking over him, Stiles slid up his body to kiss Isaac frantically, coming less than a minute later, shooting against Isaac's spent cock and lower stomach. Derek took another minute, the scent of his mates' cum pushing him into a near frenzy of slippery thrusts that ended with him buried in Stiles' ass while his whole body tensed up and then melted with a breathy whine. He stayed like that, on top of his mates for another minute or two before sliding off to one side with a satisfied huff.
After a few moments of recovery, Stiles pulled himself up out of the bed and slipped towards the bathroom. He returned with a washcloth and a bowl of warm water. He pulled a sleepy Isaac towards the edge of the bed and wiped him down, sharing lazy kisses, then licked across his neck again before pushing him back towards the middle of the bed. He did the same for Derek, wiping him down and then licking across his neck, snuffling there for a moment before he pushed him up towards a barely awake Isaac. Stiles returned the bowl and washrag to the bathroom, cleaning himself up quickly before getting back into bed. He climbed in and curled around the other two, both of whom were more asleep than awake. Which sounded like a completely amazing idea to Stiles.
"Sleep now, plotting later." He muttered. Less than a minute later, the trio was lightly snoring and curled around each other like puppies.