(Author's note: yep, as I knew it would, it happened. This is the chapter with the threesome with Scott. Warnings for m/m/m sex, bottom!Scott, blow jobs and discussion of fantasies. As I'm winding this story down, I have some specific things I'll be covering in terms of plot, but if you want anything specific, now would be a good time to ask for it. -amy)


Lydia was the only one at the apartment when Stiles and Scott returned. Before he could get angry about that, she gave him a pacifying hand-wave.

"I made Jackson leave. He was driving me nuts. Everybody else went out when you took off. I suspect they'll be back tomorrow, though." She linked arms with him and brought him over to the couch.

"What if Danny had woken up?" he said.

"I would have taken one for the team," she said brightly. "What, you think I can't handle an Alpha werewolf? And don't say gay, because I'll say rut trumps gay, and I've read more books than you have about it. Which is to say I've read one book." She glanced at the coffee table, where the leather-bound volume was sitting beside her overflowing notebook. "I think it might be the only book, actually."

"I'm going to stay," said Scott. "Until Jackson gets back."

Lydia raised an eyebrow at him. "I'd say you're so sweet if I wasn't certain you had ulterior motives."

Scott didn't take the bait. He just settled into the chair in the corner and closed his eyes, appearing to doze.

"Allison put Danny's laundry in downstairs." Lydia was already heading toward the door. "I'll go change it." She let the door swing shut behind her.

Alone with Scott, Stiles paused uncertainly. "You sure you're okay?"

"Stiles, go." He motioned at the bedroom, not even opening his eyes. Stiles didn't argue any more.

He opened the backpack and began to take things out, Danny was apparently asleep, but within thirty seconds, he was stirring and blinking his eyes.

"Ku'u lei," he murmured, opening his arms.

Stiles didn't even bother to take off any clothes. He just climbed onto the bed and into Danny's embrace. It was as calming as any drug he'd ever taken, including the prescription ones in the container in his pocket.

"Can I put you in a bottle and take you with me everywhere I go?" He pulled Danny's arms more tightly around himself, like a cape.

"That would be pretty limiting," said Danny. "Even if it was a house-sized bottle. And then you couldn't exactly carry it with —"

"Okay, okay." Stiles poked him in the ribs. "You're hilarious. Way to return to the world of the living, though. I think you were asleep for three hours."

"I'm recovering." He kissed Stiles on the cheek. "You wore me out."

"Uh, no. I think that would be all you. Have you been keeping a tally?"

"You really want to know?"

Stiles deliberated, squashing up his face. "Okay. Maybe I don't. But have you? Oh — we could follow the timeline thingie back and look at it! Then we could count."

"Timeline thingie." Danny sounded so amused and normal that Stiles rolled over and kissed him, just like he would have on any ordinary day. It took about ten seconds to go from normal to holy shit, but the initial moment was still comforting. He didn't even comment on Danny's wolf claws poking him in the shoulders as he held him down and climbed on top of him.

"I guess it would be a bad time to talk about my visit with your grandmother?"

Danny wasn't so far gone that he couldn't consider the question. His growl was gentle, rippling under his breath. Later.

Stiles gave up trying to have a conversation and let Danny's actions carry the moment. They were used to nonverbal communication anyway, and during sex, the kind of shared thoughts and ideas that came up usually just made it hotter for both of them.

At the moment, Danny's fantasies were a little on the one-track side. If they'd had a soundtrack, they would have been straight-up porn, and not even the classy kind. Stiles had never heard Danny say the words gonna fuck that ass out loud, but he sure was saying it now, at least conceptually. In those moments when Stiles closed his eyes and let Danny's single-minded thought fill his head in the same way Danny was filling another part of him, over and over and over and over again, he got a little dizzy.

He'd never thought disparagingly about being the bottom in the relationship. Nine times out of ten that was what he wanted anyway. Danny fit him perfectly, and Stiles liked that he was dominant without being obnoxious about it.

On the other hand, when it came to sexual fantasies, there was something to be said for the grass being greener. Whatever they weren't doing in bed was usually what caught Stiles' attention. Danny was used to ignoring Stiles' occasional fascination with breasts and other girl parts, and he was kind enough not to tease Stiles about his crushes on various celebrities. They'd only barely touched on the heart-pounding, terrifying sex dreams he'd had about Derek, but Danny knew about those too. The truth was, there was nothing in either of their minds that was taboo, because it was all laid open to scrutiny by both of them. And now…

Isaac? Danny thought musingly. Stiles felt the grunt forced out of him by the pressure of Danny's body. He smells good. Like pack. Compliant. He gulped at the very sudden and very graphic image of Danny taking Isaac's throat in his werewolf fangs as he mounted him.

Stiles' fantasies about Isaac were less specific, but he tentatively shared his own appreciation for Isaac's wide-eyed timidity and wholehearted dedication to Allison and Scott.

Not to mention his cute ass, he added.

You should take him, Danny said. He wasn't being demanding, but his desire was clear. He would be proud to watch Stiles claim Isaac in the rut, in his stead. The idea was so startling that Stiles found himself thinking about nothing else, and then he was driving his cock into his own fist, rushing to come first for the first time in over twenty-four hours.

"Wow," he croaked, dazed and shaken. "That… that's new."

Danny nuzzled the back of Stiles neck, still fucking him slowly. My idea, maybe? I gave it to you?

Stiles supposed that could be true, and it was even likely, given the effect of being surrounded by all of the betas of his pack during his rut. But he shook his head. "I don't think so."

You gave it to me, then. Danny didn't seem to care, or even differentiate much between himself and Stiles, especially not in this moment of greatest contact. We'll take him together. You bring him to us?

"God." He had to wonder how Scott was going to feel about that request. "He's… he's not here. It's just Scott and Lydia, and Jackson."

Jackson. Danny paused in the effortless, relentless movement of his hips to sniff the air. No, he's three miles away. Lydia's home with her family. Scott. Scott is here.

You can tell how many miles away people are from their smell? No matter how many amazing things he'd seen, Stiles never stopped being surprised by what werewolves could do.

Danny pulled Stiles down onto the bed, wrapped in his arms, still inside him. There are six Omegas within twenty miles of us. My instinct tells me to draw them here, but I won't. My thinking mind is still in control. I know we're already strong enough, the seven of us.

"Thanks," he said. "Really, I know that's got to be hard to tell your wolf-brain to shut up. I'm glad you're doing it, though, because… I don't think we need any new pack members right now."

Danny nudged him with his hips, finding the a particularly sore spot inside. Stiles couldn't hide the wince even if he'd wanted to.

Bring Scott, then.

"Uh…" He felt himself tense. Isaac was one thing, but even after their conversation at his house — maybe even more, now — the idea of doing this with Scott felt like a Big Fucking Deal. He gave Danny the five-second mental review of their conversation.

Of course he loves you. That's why this works, this human-wolf hybrid pack. Danny sat up, languidly withdrawing from Stiles' body, breathing deep. Stiles watched in morbid fascination at the steady red glow of his eyes. He gave his consent to be my beta wolf. He will consent to this.

"No, I — I know. He's cool with it." Stiles looked down at himself, still wearing his t-shirt and one sock, at the stained and sticky sheets, and grimaced. "I just… my aesthetics are offended. Can we take a half hour to open the window and air this place out?"

Danny gave him a sharp-toothed smile. That will definitely bring the Omegas, all six of them. And Scott appreciates the concentrated pheromones. Don't deny him that.

"Okay, okay." He sighed. "Change the sheets, at least? Trust me, if I think it's gross, Allison will totally hate it, and she was planning to be here with Isaac."

Danny picked up his robe from the pile of clean clothes and tied it around his waist. He was still only halfway decent, anyway, because his cock wasn't exactly playing fair, poking through the gap in the fabric, but Stiles appreciated his effort.

I'll change the sheets. Unless you would rather I be the one to get Scott.

Stiles wasn't sure which role was more intimidating, but he just said, "No, I'll get him. He's my best friend, after all. Okay if I shower first?"

Danny's affirmative came grudgingly. It was a definite departure from Danny's fanatical preference for cleanliness, not to mention his absolute insistence on regular waxing and shaving. Stiles wondered how long Danny would tolerate letting his facial hair get before he gave in and used the razor Stiles had brought. He barely needed one, himself, but he used it on his cheeks and jaw anyway.

"After all," he told himself in the steamy mirror, "if you're going to be naked in a bed with Scott McCall, you'd better be…" He took a shaky breath. "Fuck. I can't even finish that sentence."

He put on a clean t-shirt and sweatpants before going out to sit across from Scott, who was still curled up in the chair. Scott opened his eyes and watched Stiles.

"You, uh." Stiles scratched his neck. "You heard all that?"

"I was trying not to listen," said Scott. "It's pretty easy to distract myself now, but… the smell. Danny's smell. That's hard not to notice. It's all over… everywhere."

Stiles nodded. "Yeah, what's that like?"

"It's compelling? Interesting, more like a puzzle than a food." Scott was sitting forward as he spoke, apparently following the scent with his nose, and ended up about a foot away from Stiles, who shrank back.

"I did shower," he said defensively.

Scott laughed quietly. "No, it's fine. You're not doing it on purpose. Danny's not either, for that matter."

"He wanted me to — to ask you," Stiles began, then shook his head. "No. Not to ask. To come and get you and bring you to him."

Stiles watched Scott's eyes flick to the bedroom. He gnawed on his lip. "I don't think I can do that."

Stiles frowned. "I thought we talked about —"

"No," said Scott, putting up a hand, "I mean, just because nobody else is here. I promised I'd keep you safe, right?"

"Oh! Aww." Stiles grinned at him. "Hey, I'm okay. No bruises, even. Seriously, you can check. I think it would be all right?"

Scott was reaching for his phone. "Jackson should be here."

"Scott," Stiles said. "I don't think — Jackson's three miles away. I already made Danny stop long enough to change the sheets. He's going to forget to be nice pretty soon."

"No," said Scott steadily. He looked at Stiles, and he wasn't smiling. "He won't."

Stiles sat there, feeling weirdly jittery and flustered, while Scott waited for Jackson to pick up. He could feel the insistence of Danny's desire, as clear as ever, drawing him back toward the bedroom, but Danny's voice was quiet.

You okay? Stiles asked, as much to say something as to get an answer.

Are you? Danny asked. Even as he thought the words, Scott reached out a casual hand and rested it on Stiles' knee, face-up. Stiles stared at it, feeling the sweat coalesce in his own clean palm.

"I'm with Stiles," Scott said. It took Stiles a few moments to realize Scott was talking into the phone, to Jackson. "Yeah. He wants me to come in. You gonna… yeah, I can do that. No, it's fine. Thanks."

He nudged Stiles' fingers with his knuckles as he set the phone down. Stiles took his hand, letting Scott's fingers thread through his. They didn't seem to be sweaty at all.

"We talked about kids," he said. "While you guys were busy."

"Kids," Stiles said, bewildered. "You mean… who's kids?"

Scott shook his head. "The pack's kids. That's how it works for wolves. They're the pack's. They'd be everybody's. If we had any." He looked at their joined hands. "Which, you know, we probably won't this time around, since we have all human females."

Stiles could feel the tenuous control he'd accumulated starting to slip. "This… is not what I thought we would be talking about at this moment."

"We've kind of had a lot of time on our hands. And this… all of us, what we're doing. It's a big deal." He shifted his fingers, kind of like he was stroking Stiles'. "Isaac told me about how it would be afterwards. How everybody's more connected."

He licked his lips. "You think it'll be like that for us?"

"Maybe. If it's anything like it is for wolves, there's not a lot of cause for movement afterward. At least not out of the pack." Scott made an obvious effort to look up and meet Stiles' eyes, nervous but way, way calmer than Stiles himself felt. "But you can still tell me no, if you have to. No matter what Danny wants, I'll listen to that."

"No!" Stiles stared at him. "No way. I'm not going to chase you guys out of the pack. For one thing, we need you, all of you, but especially you. You're, like, the fucking chosen one. And… you and me, right? Like you said. We've gotten through all kinds of shit together. We can do this."

Scott flashed him an apologetic smile. "Yeah, we can, but… I don't think the rut's supposed to feel like a chore."

"Is that how it feels to you?"

He shrugged. "I'm trying to do what I can. To make it easier for you. Even if having me here right now isn't all that easy."

Stiles tugged on Scott's hand in confusion. "C'mon, Scott, is that — you think that's your job? To make it bearable for me?" He took Scott's other hand. Their knees were just inches apart, sitting across from one another. "You think it would be so awful, making a — a pack family together?"

"It sounds pretty good to me, actually."

"Yeah?" He paused, watching Scott's face. It was closed and troubled. "So what's the problem?"

The door opened. Before they could even disentangle their hands, Jackson strode in. He shook his head in disbelief.

"I swear, it's like walking into a brothel. I could smell him all the way to the highway. Why are you guys not fucking already?"

"It's fine," Scott said quickly. "There's no rush."

Jackson gave him an incredulous look. "Yeah, maybe you can make the human believe that, but you can't fool me." He came over and crouched down between the two of them. Stiles felt like he was in a distinctly intimate lacrosse huddle. "Look, Stiles, I know I've been an asshole about this whole thing."

"Uh…" Stiles wasn't sure what to do with straight talk from Jackson. "Okay? I mean, maybe?"

He pointed at Scott. "But this guy, in every conversation, he's always on your side. Doesn't matter what we're talking about." He glared fiercely at Stiles. "You'd better keep him. Whatever your beef is with Scott doing the wild thing with Danny, don't get in his way. You put up with me being in there, right? Look, if you want, I can distract you. We can sit out here and play video games while they go at it."

"I don't have a problem with Scott doing anything!" Stiles shouted. They both stared at him as he felt his face go hot. "I'm sorry. This is stupid. Scott, come on."

He hauled Scott out of the chair and pulled him toward the bedroom, still holding his hand. Scott came silently, but when they got to the door, he balked.

"Scott, I'm not freaking out," Stiles insisted, but Scott shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

"I'm scared," he whispered.

Stiles peered at him. "You're — why?"

"Because I've never… because I've always been on top. With Isaac."

"Oh." Stiles saw, suddenly, just how scared Scott really was. It went a long way toward eliminating his own fears. "Hey." He hugged him, feeling Scott shaking. "That's not something you have to worry about, okay? For one thing, I'm not gonna say it doesn't ever hurt, but wow, it's awesome. Really. I'm a total buttfucking convert."

Scott laughed, sounding a little hysterical. "I know it's a stupid thing to be afraid of. I just wasn't expecting this to be something I had to do for the first time with — somebody I'm not really into."

"You don't have to." Stiles grasped Scott by both shoulders and held him out to look him right in the face. "You don't. Believe me, I'm right there in Danny's mind, and he's not going to make you."

"I want him to, though. Jackson's right. It's…" Scott stared longingly at the door. "I don't want to say no."

"And you want me there?" Stiles asked.

"Yes," he said immediately. "Yes. I want you there. If you want to be there."

"Yeah, man. I know it's way more complicated than any of us expected, but… yeah." They were done waiting. He reached for the doorknob and beckoned for Scott to follow.

Stiles could see, as soon as the full dose of Danny's scent hit him, how Scott was changed by it. He was panting through his mouth, showing a hint of fang, as he was drawn toward the bed where Danny was waiting, still wearing his robe.

"We should use words," Danny said. Stiles could tell the effort he was exerting to form them with his tongue and lips, but Scott nodded, appearing relieved. They settled on the bed cross-legged in a kind of triangle shape, facing one another.

"I'm pretty sure you and Jackson didn't use any words," said Stiles.

"Two wolves didn't need them." Danny looked between the two of them. "But we're not just a wolf pack. We can't rely completely on wolf logic. This has to work for our human ideals, too."

"I don't know," said Stiles, shrugging. "I figured, the wolf logic can take over our pack every couple years. We can handle that."

"You don't know how often this will happen, ku'u lei." Danny's face was solemn. At the moment, he looked so much like his grandmother, it was eerie. "It only took me five months to reach maturity as an Alpha. What if the rut happens every year for us? Or twice a year? We have to be prepared for anything. And that means we need to talk about what we're doing."

"I'm not much of a talker," Scott said.

Danny smiled. His own fangs were hidden at the moment, but his eyes were shining crimson. "I'm not, either. But I believe in this pack."

Stiles could see in every glance, every shift of his body, the way Scott was consumed by Danny's words, his presence — and how he was resisting it. He reached over and grabbed Scott's hand. "Can I tell Danny what you told me?"

Scott nodded. Stiles let Danny see the conversation in his memory. While Danny processed that, he turned back to Scott.

"Would it be totally sappy of me to say I'm really proud of you for being here, even though you're scared?"

Scott laughed, ducking his head. "Yeah, it really would. And… thanks." He squeezed Stiles' hand. Stiles took a deep breath.

"Can I also say I feel super guilty for thinking the three of us together is really hot? I know that's totally not the point of this, but…" He shrugged.

Scott was looking at him with surprise. "You do?"

"Yeah. The last three days have kind of been one big hard-on, so I don't know how much participation you're gonna get from me, but… my brain is totally into it."

Danny watched them, remaining where he was, but he undid his robe and let it fall to the bed. Naked turned-on Alpha Danny was kind of the best thing ever as far as Stiles was concerned, but Scott didn't react, other than to flare his nostrils and take a shaky breath.

"Stiles is my pair, Scott," said Danny. "He's part of me, always. He can act in my place. Which is to say, if you'd rather have Stiles be the Alpha here, that's fine."

Stiles guessed he looked as startled by this news as Scott was. "Oh. That… let me just, um. Think about that for a minute."

"Wait a second," Stiles said.

You don't have to tell me that wanting him frightens you, said Danny. I'm here to tell you, as your Alpha, that it's okay for you to give in to your own desires. Maybe it's even a good idea for you to have that experience, too.

Scott doesn't need more complicated, Stiles insisted, his skin heating. Neither do we.

"It's not about it being complicated," Danny said aloud. "It's about it being what we need. What we need, as a pack." He reached for Scott, and Scott took his hand, still breathing hard. "Scott, if we lie down, it'll get easier to deal with, but… I also think it'll eliminate your ability to choose. I'd feel better if you'd do that first, before anything else happens."

I can't do this, Danny. Stiles wondered if he should let go of Scott's hand. I mean that literally. I don't have the superhero sex hormones. There's no way I can get it up again so soon.

The way Danny grinned at him, his fangs showing just a little bit, did not inspire any further confidence, but Danny's words made him quiver a little: You can. I can make you.

"I think," said Scott. He paused, coughed and tried again, his eyes on the pillow. "I think it would be best if I could have Stiles in front. Where I can see him."

Take off your clothes, Danny said. He was already in motion, helping Scott out of his shirt. Stiles felt stuck, unable to move, until he saw Scott stumble to his feet, unzipping his jeans.

"You're sure about this?"

When Scott turned around, his eyes were yellow and glittering. "Yeah."

No matter what Scott had said about it not being like food, Stiles couldn't help but wonder what kind of nourishment they were drawing from the air. Each time Scott took a breath, he exhaled on a whine, like he was regretting letting the scent go.

There were parts of Scott Stile had seen, but had never spent a lot of time looking at. When Danny gathered Scott close, holding him wrapped in his arms — not unlike the way he'd held Stiles earlier that day — and said take his boxers off, Stiles realized that was about to change. He almost wanted to apologize for that. Hey, man, sorry, I'm gonna get personal with your junk now. But Scott wasn't objecting. He lifted up obediently when Stiles put his hands on Scott's waist and let him tug his shorts down to his feet. Judging by the quantity of sticky stuff already coating Scott's stomach, he definitely appeared to be into what was going on.

"I won't do anything you don't ask for," said Danny. He looked so satisfied already, burying his nose in Scott's neck, Stiles wondered if he should try it, too. But then Danny reached out, pulling Stiles closer, onto the bed to face Scott, and his brain shorted out. All Stiles could do was watch his boyfriend caressing his best friend with clawed fingers, and try to keep breathing.

He was close enough now to feel each exhale Scott made on his own skin. Scott's arms were folded in front of him, held loosely by Danny, but his hands opened, reaching for Stiles' bare chest. Stiles moved in a little closer to let Scott touch him, and realized a little too late that other things of theirs were going to touch as well. They both made a noise.

"I bet you're kind of used to this," said Stiles. "Being like this with — with three people?"

"Not exactly the same." Scott's noise went from a soft sound to a gasp as Danny tilted his head back and dug in with his teeth. His hips collided with Stiles'. "Oh, fuck."

Everywhere Stiles looked, there was something else of Scott's he'd always put in the don't touch box. He carefully shifted his hands from Scott's chest to his shoulders, listening to Scott's noises escalate. He was close enough to reach behind him and stroke his fingers over the fur of Danny's wolf face.

"My pack," Danny growled, his voice thick and changed. Scott whined again, clutching at whatever part of Stiles he could reach. Stiles rested his face against Scott's.

"Your leg," he said, reaching down. "Bring it up here - yeah, rest it there on my hip. Give him a little room." He shuddered, feeling Scott's dick leave a sticky trail over his thigh as he shifted. "God, that's—"

Need him relaxed, Danny told him. Kiss him.

"Oh, Jesus." Stiles nudged Scott's nose with his, tipping his head back from where it was resting on his chest. "Man… please don't hate me." He dove into his mouth, and Scott moaned, shock quickly giving way to loose, pliant thrusts against him.

He could feel Danny's hands, touching Scott, stroking him gently on his thighs and stomach, but avoiding his cock. The more frantic Scott got, the more Danny backed off.

"Need to," Scott panted, "let me just —"

"Not without me inside you."

Danny's words were almost impossible to understand now, but Scott got the meaning anyway. He stiffened, waiting motionless as Danny reached for Jackson's significantly depleted bottle of lube, waiting on the mattress beside him.

"You can jerk off while he's doing it," Stiles said. "It's better if you —"

"You." Scott's eyes were wide, glassy, the wolf pupils stretched wide. "You do it."

He looked down, quickly, then back up into Scott's face. "I could, uh. Blow you."

"Oh, god, Stiles." He hitched his leg up higher on Stiles' hip. "Yeah. You want to?"

Stiles nodded quickly, because there was no question he wanted, had never quite let himself believe he might get to, but — yeah, he wanted. He slithered down to capture Scott's dick before the moment was lost.

Even as he established a good grip, he could feel Danny's fingers, patiently rubbing the muscle below Scott's tight balls. That was unexpected, and hot, and also left him feeling strangely emotional. He and Danny were taking care of Scott, together — just as he and Scott were both giving what they had, for the good of the pack.

Soon, Danny promised him. He stroked the pads of two fingers across Scott's hole, not pushing, just rubbing for a moment before returning to the perineum. You can have him. He'll beg for you next.

The idea was too much to contemplate. Considering just how hard he was at the moment, taking Scott in his mouth, Stiles couldn't deny that anything was possible.

If he wants it, he can have it.

Don't let him come until I've claimed him.

Scott was a pushy bottom, that was for sure. His hands were on Stiles' head almost immediately, guiding him with little tugs and nudges. When he started to gasp and thrust more rhythmically, Stiles slowed down.

"Take it easy," he said, when Scott began to complain. "Danny knows what he's doing."

Scott went soft again when Danny slid the first finger inside, but that just made it easier for Stiles to suck all of him. He squirmed a little, but he left his hands on Stiles' head, and when Danny's second finger joined the first, his noises shifted from complaint to appreciation. Danny and Stiles were able to double-team him very effectively with the added level of communication that existed between them. Every time he got close, they both slowed down, until Danny withdrew entirely.

Take him in your mouth, ku'u lei. Don't bother stopping this time. I'll have him as long as I want him.

Danny rested Scott's leg on Stiles' shoulder, fitting himself in behind him. It wasn't surreal anymore, what they were doing, not with the taste and smell and sound of Scott and Danny all around him. Stiles had only fleeting thoughts of Scott and Isaac, but mostly his senses were full of what he was doing, right here.

Even though he was occupied with fitting himself into Scott's virgin tightness, Danny could tell what he meant.

It's what Derek said. It's not about sex.

It's totally about sex, Stiles objected. He slowed down yet again, reveling in the sound of Scott's pleading. It's just not only about sex. But when is it, really? He grinned up at Danny, half-kneeling over Scott's hips.

Danny shook his head, looking amused and remarkably lucid. You are going to let him come at some point, right?

I kind of want to hold out until he taps out.

Danny stroked a gentle hand over Scott's sweaty hair. Not sure he's going to get there.

Werewolves don't get sore? What the hell are you doing topping a guy like me, then?

In unison, Danny thrust a little harder while Stiles sped up, and within ten seconds, Scott was coming loud enough to be heard next door. Stiles managed to extract himself from underneath before Scott collapsed on the bed.

"Oh my god," Scott murmured.

"I know," said Stiles, clambering on top of Danny, "that was easily the hottest sex I've had in… three hours."

Danny covered him with kisses while Scott recovered a bit, but as soon as he rolled back to face them, they were ready to focus on him again. Stiles smiled delightedly at Scott's expression.

"You were right," Stiles said, reaching for him. "That wasn't weird at all. It was just awesome."

Scott accepted Stiles enthusiastic embrace, laughing a little. "You, uh… made it really easy for me. Both of you."

I wouldn't have expected anything less. Danny propped himself up on one arm, grinning at both of them. Then, for Scott's benefit, he added, "Glad that worked for you. The two of you together, that's pretty hot."

"You didn't…?" Scott indicated Danny's lower half, looking more curious than concerned. "Does this just not go away for a couple days, or what?"

"It comes and goes. In a TMI kind of way, I think I'm in a state of constant release." Danny reached down and pressed a flat hand against his belly, close to the base of his cock. He grunted, and a little fluid spurted out of the tip. Scott's eyes widened.

"You might not want to elaborate in front of Lydia," he said. "She'll want to do experiments on you."

He shrugged. "That'd be all right. She deserves some benefits of being part of this pack, too."

Scott reached over a tentative hand and placed it on Danny's stomach. "But you're not done. With me."

"I thought I'd give you a rest," said Danny. "I know wolves can take it, but… I'd rather it be pleasant, at least."

Scott burst out laughing. "I'd say it was pleasant. Yeah."

"Maybe you can let Isaac take a turn on top now," Stiles suggested. He cackled as Scott gave him a half-hearted push.

Danny sat up, reaching for his robe. "How about we eat something before we do anything else."

"You don't need to ask me twice," Stiles said.

When they emerged from the bedroom, Jackson had taken over Scott's chair in the corner. Allison was sitting on the couch with Isaac beside her. They both looked uncomfortable, but Scott went right over to them, hugging first Allison, then Isaac.

"I'm all right," he said. He sat back, holding Isaac's face in both hands, looking at him carefully. "Really. Don't be worried."

"Of course I'm worried," Isaac said softly. The kiss was brief, and the love you almost inaudible, but Stiles figured if he could hear it, everybody else could too. Allison let out a long sigh, and hugged Scott again for a long time when he was done with Isaac.

"They took good care of me," Scott said, which made Danny go a little pink, but he didn't say anything, just went on making his sandwich. Stiles warmed up leftover Chinese food, pausing to grope Danny under his robe when no one else was watching.

"I figured I'm in for it after you eat something," he whispered. "Unless you need to fuck something sturdier than a mere human."

I'll fuck you as hard as I want to, he told Stiles, not looking away from the mustard he was spreading. And you'll take it, because you're a good boy and you do what you're told.

They were both laughing outright by the time Danny got to the end of the sentence. Even Jackson looked up with curiosity to find out why they were falling all over each other with hilarity.

"Just — never mind," gasped Stiles, waving them away. "Seriously, it's not important."

You had to be there, Danny added, making Stiles start laughing all over again.

They ate quickly and returned to the bedroom, just as Danny had promised. The lucidity that had come over him that afternoon appeared to be vanishing. His eyes weren't red, but he held Stiles down by the scruff of the neck and fucked him methodically for a good twenty minutes without saying a word. It didn't matter. Stiles could feel his care and presence like a warm mist, surrounding him, silent and ephemeral. He came, snarling, and bit hard into Stiles' shoulder before collapsing into unconsciousness.

Stiles stayed with him, not because he felt like he should, but because he wanted to. The room smelled, quite obviously, like Scott and Danny. He basked in it. My pack. Mine.