This is a sequel to the Danny/Stiles soulmate romance Only Held by Gravity. It was supposed to fit in one chapter, and I am laughing even as I type this because I don't do anything short. So, yeah, you get a new story.

I'm polyamorous, so perhaps it's no surprise that all my characters end up in poly situations. It's not really a warning, but maybe a heads up for those of you who prefer your soulmates monogamous. This story is mostly fluff, so you don't need to worry about scary breakups or anything like that. Also, apparently, male animals don't go into heat, so I came up with a workable solution for that.

Enjoy! -amy

The first time they saw Jackson was the last week in April, when he showed up on Danny's front step on Monday night, bearing a four-pack of Guinness and a bag of Doritos. As soon as Stiles opened the door, Jackson was pushing past him, muttering, "I'm not spending one more evening with guys who think that football should be called handegg. Where the fuck is the remote?"

"Uh —" Stiles blinked, laughing, at Lydia standing behind him on the porch. The crock pot she handed him was hot enough to burn his hands. "Hi?"

She gave him a smile that was almost apologetic. "Of course he didn't text Danny. I mean, why would I expect him to let his best friend know he's back in the country when he didn't even let me know he was coming back until four days ago?" She shrugged, sighing briskly. "So are you going to take my coat or what?"

Stiles made an attempt to warn Danny with a brief Jackson's on his way in, accompanied by images and Stiles' own surprise, but Danny had apparently already picked up on it.

He's not going to hug you, Danny told him, but that doesn't mean he's not glad to see you.

Lydia followed Stiles into the kitchen, where he went into the freezer and dug out the frosted mugs from under Tutu's packages of ground beef. "Since when is Jackson a football fan?"

"Since he overdosed on the whole British thing." Lydia looked more mellow than irritated. "He won't touch the Guinness; that's for Danny. He's got his own Leinenkugel. Honestly, I think his new man on campus status was starting to wear a little thin before he graduated, and he's missing being at the forefront of the popular crowd."

"I take it you're not feeling particularly charitable these days?" Stiles was keeping an eye on both rooms, but he'd gotten good enough at it that his focus didn't slip off the person in front of him anymore.

Lydia made a pretty little grimace. "Ask me after he gets this out of his system. I'm trying to get to the good part without having to sit around and listen to him whine about how boring London is. So ask me what the good part is."

"I kind of figured it had something to do with sex," Stiles admitted.

"You're not a hundred percent wrong. It has to do with his apartment." Her eyes gleamed. "Now that's a reason to consider swallowing my pride — and possibly other things — and take him back."

Stiles wasn't going to question Lydia's motives. Most of the time these days she treated him like a human being, and he was enjoying this particular aspect of his new pack status. "And so now you're here to watch football with Danny and Jackson?"

"Correction: I'm here to sacrifice a couple of hours in the hopes that my investment might pay off in the end." She looked pointedly at the tray Stiles was carrying. "And I don't think you really get to talk, June Cleaver."

"This is just me, avoiding the kickoff. I was expecting to end up in the dining room working on my AP history project, but now there's beer. And Doritos." He shrugged, stacking bowls and forks on the tray next to the mugs. "I can definitely tolerate football for a couple hours."

"I'd say Danny's tamed you, but I don't think you ever had a wild side to begin with."

Stiles lifted the lid of the crock pot. "Meatballs?"

"Less obvious than cocktail wienies," she pointed out. "Stop looking at me like that."

"I'm not looking at you like anything."

Stiles carried the mugs into the den, where the Mahealani family had sacrificed an entire wall to a ridiculously huge screen. He didn't bother to make eye contact with Danny, who was listening with obvious appreciation to Jackson, animatedly relating a complicated story involving three girls and a very small car.

Tell me Jackson knows about what's going on with you, Stiles said.

Danny's smile softened, and he glanced back at Stiles, who was settling down across the room in Danny's dad's chair. It faced the television, but was easy to swivel away if the screen, or his boyfriend's smile, became too distracting.

He knew it before you did.

Not that. About the bite, your pack. Stiles felt himself blushing. He ducked further down into the leather chair, hiding behind his textbook. And god, you're telling me Jackson's known I was your uhane hoa since grade school?

I'm telling you he knew there was one, not who you were. Stiles watched out of the corner of his eye as Danny stretched out his legs. You really think he could walk through that door and not know I was a werewolf? Or that I was mated to you?

Oh, excuse me and my substandard human nose. He turned the page hard enough to tear it and speared a meatball with his fork, chewing with determination. Jackson's obnoxious laugh rang out, making Stiles grit his teeth. Does he know about the rest of them?

Stiles, does it matter?

It did, although Stiles wasn't sure he could explain why in front of Lydia and Jackson. Not when both of them had been such an integral part of making him feel insignificant and excluded for the first half of his high school career. He hunched lower. No. He's your best friend. Of course he would know.

Danny drew his phone out of his pocket with a smooth, unobtrusive motion. "Hey, let me call Scott and Isaac and Allison. They'd want to see you if they knew you were in town."

Jackson's pause was brief, but Stiles heard it. "Yeah, what's the story there? I heard Allison and Isaac were, like, giving you guys a run for your money."

"They're dating, yeah."

"So, what, isn't Scott freaking jealous? He's no saint. It's got to be making him crazy, watching them together. Isn't pack supposed to trust each other?"

Lydia snorted, and there wasn't anything ladylike about it. "Come on, Danny, everybody knows what's going on. You don't have to try to be subtle on our account."

"If everybody knows, I don't have to say anything, do I?" Danny's voice didn't change, but there was no question Danny was good at hiding his stress responses, and this was one of those times. Stiles squirmed in his seat, his hand suddenly itching to hold Danny's.

Scott doesn't need you to protect him, he said.

I'm just going to let them show up and say whatever they want to about it. It's up to them who they tell, not me.

Stiles manage to stay focused enough that by the time Scott and Allison arrived, he'd finished his reading. Whether he'd retain any of it the next day was another matter. Scott looked warily pleased to see Jackson, as though he hadn't attacked them multiple times as a giant lizard.

Jackson was openly smirking. "So, you're a Beta in my boy's pack, huh? So much for your legendary true Alpha status. There can be only one, and all that?"

"It's kind of more complicated," Scott said stiffly, "but, kind of, yeah."

Stiles wondered if Allison was going to get all defensive of Scott, but she just gave Jackson a hug. "Isaac's got this dinner thing with his uncle, or else he'd be here too."

Jackson nodded at Allison, but he was watching Scott. Stiles knew that whatever else Jackson might be, he wasn't stupid. "And… you don't have any problem with that?"

Scott gave him a small smile. "No." He glanced at Allison, who was sitting comfortably on the arm of Danny's couch. "We're friends. I'm not going to stand in her way, whoever she wants to date."

"Yeah, well." Jackson ran a hand over the back of his neck. "That answer might be more believable if you didn't totally smell like her."

Allison's outraged expression landed squarely on Scott. He just looked uncomfortable. "What? I showered."

Lydia sidled up beside Allison and patted her arm. "You're a terrible liar, Scott. Really, just don't say anything. The clueless expression works for you in this context; use it."

"Look, it's not like I'm running off to tattle to Isaac," Jackson began.

"Guys," Allison interrupted testily. "There's nothing to tattle."

He jerked his thumb at Scott. "You're going to try to convince me you didn't just have wild monkey sex with this guy?"

"No," she retorted, "I'm saying it's none of your business who I have wild monkey sex with."

"Mmmm." Jackson crossed his arms, regarding her thoughtfully. "Okay. I can play it that way. You don't have to trust me."

Big of him, Stiles told Danny.

I'm not going to try to convince you Jackson's not a dickhead. But he's really good at keeping secrets, and he's more loyal than anyone I know. And he's lonely.

Stiles frowned at Jackson. You think he's trying to join your pack?

I think that's exactly what he's doing.

"I don't want a list of all the girls who've been in your bed this year," Allison was saying. "I'm just asking you not to judge me for who might have been in mine."

"I'm not the one you have to answer to." Jackson nodded at Danny. "You could fuck everybody on the lacrosse team for all I cared. If you weren't in his pack. But betraying your family… that's just not cool."

"Jackson," Danny murmured. Jackson held up both hands.

"Whatever. I'll back off. Like I said, you're the boss. But you've got some fucking weird pack dynamics. I mean, come on, man, tell me it's not a little weird that I've been here for forty minutes and you haven't said one goddamn word to your boyfriend?"

Stiles, Allison and Danny all laughed at the same time, which just intensified Jackson's frown — which made Stiles laugh more. Danny walked over and put a casual arm around Stiles' waist.

"You know, just because my tongue's not down his throat doesn't mean I'm not paying attention to everything he's doing," Stiles said. He leaned closer, tilting his head far enough to rest on Danny's shoulder, maximizing the cute effect.

"Trust me," Danny agreed, "he never shuts up. We've got nonverbal down to a science."

"Oh, for god's sake, Jackson." Lydia gave an annoyed sigh. "Look, this lame banter is just pissing me off. Stiles and Danny are talking to each other in their heads because they're pairbonded."

Jackson's eyes shot up to Stiles', his jaw hanging slack. All his bravado was gone. "You?"

Lydia made an impatient gesture with her hand. "Some kind of specificity of the product interacting with the vomeronasal receptors, intensifying their connection. They'd be adorable lab rats, I admit, but figuring out the biochemical details will have to wait until I get to Cambridge. Jackson, shut your mouth, I'm not done. Isaac won't be upset about Allison sleeping with Scott because the three of them are doing it."

Stiles felt Danny wince. So much for leaving it up to them to share.

Neither Scott nor Allison appeared to be angry at Lydia for spilling the beans, though. Stiles thought they were probably relieved that they didn't have to be the ones to say it. Jackson was still speechless, and he even had the courtesy to look a little embarrassed.

Lydia, on the other hand, was glaring at all of them. "Now, can we stop it with the secrets already? For once we're all in one place, and nobody's in imminent danger of dying — and I would know — and we've only got a month and a half of high school left."

Can't we all just get aloooong? Stiles crooned. Danny gave his hip one more squeeze before letting him go. At least Jackson's attention was back on Allison and off of him.

Stiles sidled up to Scott, who'd retreated to the snack table. "I guess threesome trumps figuring out who Danny's soulmate is after eight years."

Scott gave him a tentative glance as he spooned up a plate of meatballs. "You, uh, don't sound all that surprised."

"Hey, I knew you'd say something when you guys were ready?" He shrugged, nudging Scott's shoulder. "Now I'm not sure if I should ask for details or just be impressed."

"It was Allison's idea, at first," Scott said quietly. "But, I don't know, it kind of worked out."

Even though Danny was talking to Lydia, Stiles could feel his presence near him, a virtual hand on his lower back. You were surprised, Danny said. You knew about Allison and Isaac, but you didn't know about Scott and Isaac.

Yeah. There was no reason for Stiles to deny it. I guess I figured if Scott was ever going to mess around with any guy, it would be me?

Maybe he assumed you weren't interested.

I wasn't jealous when he started dating Allison, and I'm not jealous now. He eyed Scott. I'm… I don't know what I am. Proud?

Lydia kind of looked like she was, too, which didn't make any more sense to Stiles than his own feelings did. While she leaned over to unplug the crock pot, she kissed his cheek, and he just shook his head in dizzy confusion, touching the spot with his fingers.

"It's going to be okay," she declared firmly. "Jackson's worth trusting, at least while Danny's around to keep him in check."

"And you?" Stiles had to ask.

Lydia smiled. "I'm invested, remember? In keeping the peace. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got an apartment to decorate." She tugged on Jackson's arm, steering him toward the door, and he went as though it was his idea all along.

Allison blew out a breath as she closed the door behind them. "Well, that was a disaster."

"I don't know," Scott said. He moved in close, touching her shoulder, and she sighed into his embrace. "I think it could have been worse."

"Isaac's going to be frantic. We didn't talk to him about this. He already thinks everybody hates him."

"That's not true," Danny said. "Let me talk to him. If he needs reassurance that he's welcome, I can give him that."

Allison looked unexpectedly vulnerable, huddled there against Scott's chest. It made Stiles want to hug her in the worst way. Stiles knew she wouldn't have minded a little extra contact, but given this new information about the three of them, he wasn't going to push it. She gave Danny a hopeful smile. "Yeah?"

"You're my pack, both of you. If you want him here, I don't see any reason he couldn't be, too."

You're a total pushover, ku'u lei.

Danny didn't deny it, but Stiles could feel the undercurrent of his patience for teasing wearing to a breaking point — which simply meant that soon, Stiles ran the risk of being pushed up against a convenient wall and kissed into submission. He wasn't exactly sure what would happen if he got to that point in front of Scott and Allison. So far, he and Danny had kept their PDA to a minimum.

"He needs a pack," Allison said, sounding a little desperate. "Losing Erica and Boyd, it got to him. Derek can't be his Alpha anymore, and he —"

"Hey," Danny said softly, and she stopped. He nodded. "I'll talk to him."

Allison hugged Danny, and then moved right into hugging Stiles before he realized what was happening. He held on as long as he thought he could get away with it, and tried to give her a reassuring smile. She smiled back.

"Thanks. We'll let him know."

Scott didn't look like he was ready for a hug, so Stiles just waved and watched them retreat down the front walk and climb into Allison's car.

"I like Isaac," he said aloud, which was pointless, considering they were the only ones left in the room.

If he's with them, he's welcome here, Danny said. I don't think it needs to be any more complicated than that.

Stiles waited there while Danny approached him, embracing him from behind in a gesture that made him feel ridiculously lucky. I guess I could feel uncomfortable about the idea of collecting more people. Like we're opening ourselves up to something risky.

Do you?

He paused only a moment before shaking his head. Danny leaned in and kissed his neck, just above the collar of his shirt, and as always, Stiles stopped breathing for a few seconds before giving in to the sensation.

You get as much say about that as anyone does, Danny told him. I'd listen to you, if you thought I was making a bad choice.

I'm not the Alpha. And I trust you.

He smiled as Danny took a long, slow breath. That's still amazing.

Stiles turned around in the circle of Danny's arms, tucking his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. How long did your parents say they'd be gone?

Not long enough for us to get very far.

Stiles echoed Danny's sigh. I can't wait until summer.

Summer, Danny agreed. And then the four of us find an apartment in Silicon Valley that we can afford — oh. He blinked at Stiles. Maybe it'll end up being the five of us? Did Isaac even apply to Stanford?

You're already moving in with him? Damn, ku'u lei, I know you and I went kind of fast, but I think there's got to be a limit.

He'd apparently reached Danny's breaking point. Stiles snickered into Danny's mouth as he was shoved against the door, and kissed him back.

You know, I think I was wrong, Danny said, his hand already unbuttoning Stiles' shorts, leaning hard on Stiles' shoulder as he left blunt-toothed marks in his neck. I bet I can take everything I need in the next fifteen minutes.

Stiles sighed in delicious anticipation. Challenge accepted.