A few hours of sleep later Stiles wakes half too hot and half deliciously chill. His torso is warm and fuzzy but his legs are chill enough to make Derek's werewolf oven-like body heat feel crisp and yummy. Something shifts on Stiles' belly, right over his bladder and Stiles groans just a little. He rolls onto his back to get away from the pressure, not wanting to have to get up just yet, and gets an upset groan in return. The weight moves on his thigh instead, two chilly arms wrapping around his left upper thigh. Stiles smiles fondly at James' antics.
Derek turns in his sleep, annoyed by Stiles' moving around, and pins him down with a strong arm across the chest and a head on the soft spot between Stiles' neck and shoulder. Stiles' smile widens when Derek's unbelievably soft hair tickles his chin and makes him cuddle into Derek a bit further. Pack cuddle sessions always feel good, but, up until now, Stiles has not had this kind of closeness with either of the pack members. Closeness without boundaries. Without having to hold back anything. Closeness where he can glue himself to the other person and just be happy. The type of closeness that dreams are made of...
Stiles sighs happily placing a gentle little kiss on Derek's hair and drifts back to sleep, one hand slipping under the covers to rest in between James' shoulder blades. Some kind of sleepy, happy noise comes out of the covers as a reply to his actions.
He wakes a little while after from receiving a foot in the face. Stiles grunts in annoyance. He blinks one eye open to see Isaac's foot wiggling around in his face. The werewolf is clumsily moving around over Scott and Kira, much like a cat, searching for his spot. He turns and shifts around a bit, right on top of everyone, an elbow just about half an inch away from giving Stiles a bloody nose, until he settles face down right on top of his alpha, over the warm blankets, his head on Kira's ass, one of his legs in Scott's face, the other over James' back. Stiles blinks wildly watching the youngest werewolf suckle on his own thumb while crushing everyone under his weight.
James sighs from under the covers, but, makes no move to get Isaac off of him. Scott even hugs his leg, his hand resting on the rather prominent curve of Isaac's ass. Kira puts a hand on his head.
Wow Stiles mouths to himself trying to get back to sleep. He fails miserably. He worries, for a moment, that his excess energy and ADHD will not allow him to stand still for too long, but soon decides to just allow himself a moment to take in the peace and happiness. With a pack of Alphas after James, it's bound to not last for too long a time.
It's unbelievable. Unbelievable how James came here to kill him and get himself killed and, instead, ended up part of Scott's pack... part of his and Derek's union... how does that even work? Stiles blushes thinking of options and ways for their relationship to work. His body wakes up at the ideas that pass through his mind. Derek shifts on his chest. It makes all the sexual energy that's waking up inside of Stiles and would, more than likely, end up with him embarrassed, turn into something warm, soft and sweet. So, Stiles shifts his head a little to look down at Derek.
The movement causes the werewolf to wake. He yawns lazily then lifts his head to look at Stiles through sleepy eyes. A smile spreads on Derek's lips when their eyes meet. It a shy, little smile but it gets Stiles' heart pounding like mad.
"Hi." Stiles whispers. Derek shies his eyes away, looking down at Stiles' neck before he replies, the sound barely leaving his lips.
"Hi."
Stiles can't help but beam at Derek's unexpected shyness. He kisses the crown of his werewolf's head. His eyes close on their own whim and he inhales deeply. Derek shivers. Scenting briefly passes through Stiles' mind. I'm scenting him. Derek pushes his head into Stiles' lips ever so gently. The movement makes Stiles lift his hand and wrap it gently around the nape of Derek's neck. Derek shivers again. It makes Stiles puff up like a peacock. Derek moves closer to Stiles' body, one knee bent over Stiles' legs. The soft movement gets a little groan from below the covers. Derek lifts his head, his eyes wide, for half a second before another smile graces his lips and the hand he had pinning Stiles down moves lower to rest on James' head. A happy sigh comes from the vampire who cuddles closer into Stiles' leg and drifts back to sleep, the covers moving gently under Isaac's leg.
"Sleep some more." Stiles tells Derek, gently nudging his head back onto his shoulder. Derek allows it and dozes off almost immediately. Stiles watches the rhythmic rise and fall of Derek's chest and strains his human ears to hear just the beta's heartbeat until sleep claims him once again.
When Stiles wakes next it's already day outside. He stretches without bumping into anything, arms going way up over his head, legs spread as far as they will go. There is a delicious ache in his muscles as they slowly wake up. But his heart is going wild. His eyes snap open.
"Derek?... James?" He calls out borderline hysterical. It's s long second before Stiles' brain catches up and he recognizes Derek's room. His bed. Derek is in the doorway in a heartbeat.
"Stiles? What's wrong?" Derek looks wild, ready to shift in a blink of an eye. Shift to protect him. Stiles smiles wide. It makes Derek calm down as well.
"Nothing... I just..." Stiles tries but is cut off by James waltzing in with a huge tray filled with divine smelling breakfast.
"He woke up alone someplace else than where he fell asleep." The vampire says sounding like a mom. "I told you to let him sleep in the den."
James sits by Stiles, on the bed, placing the tray next to Stiles' legs. Three of everything. Stiles meets James' eyes. The vampire shrugs before moving to lean on the headboard.
"I'm sorry I moved you." Derek says quietly looking up from his eyelashes.
"It's ok... I was just expecting to wake up with you both on top of me." Stiles grins his shit eating grin as he digs in his breakfast. "Join us?" He tells the werewolf through a mouthful of eggs. Derek rolls his eyes.
"Charming..." He mutters. "I got the most gracious of mates..." Stiles grins through his food. James matches him, though his teeth are red from the raw beef stake instead of egg yolk yellow. They're the top most picture of grace. Derek decides to ignore them and glare at his breakfast for a while.
Stiles brushes his leg against Derek's. His hip against James'. Food is right within reach. Stiles is happy. He thinks for an idle moment that he needs nothing more. Derek hears a change in his heartbeat and looks up, one inquisitive eyebrow lifting at him. Stiles shrugs, finishes his last bite.
"That's what my heart sounds like when I'm happy." Derek beams. His eyes drift to James for a second. James puts a chilly hand on the back of Stiles' neck. The reaction is immediate. Stiles' heart skips a beat. It begins pounding harder. Derek's smile grows. His eyes move to James. The vampire retracts his hand. Stiles' heart regains its "Stiles is happy" rhythm from before. Derek grins. He puts a hand on Stiles' leg. The action makes Stiles' heart to start thumpthumpthumping again. Stiles gasps.
"What are you doing?" He asks a little out of breath.
"Learning." Derek answers, his eyes big and open and honest. "Learning what your heart sounds like when you're happy. When we touch you..." Derek says and who knew the werewolf could be so seductive. His voice is nothing but a low rumbling in his chest. It goes straight to Stiles' belly and lower still making his pants too tight for comfort.
There's movement behind Stiles. James gets off the bed under Derek's watchful gaze. Stiles wants to ask where he's going but Derek distracts him just by simply moving his palm a little higher on his leg. A small gasp leaves his lips instead. James takes the tray, puts it on the nightstand. Stiles gulps. Derek moves his warm hand even higher, to the crease of Stiles' leg, gently rubbing his thumb over Stiles' inner thigh. There's a soft click as James locks the door. Stiles blinks.
"Wha...?" He tries to ask. Derek doesn't allow it. He places a single finger on Stiles' lips. It's almost like a kiss. Stiles' eyes flutter closed. His heart racing in yet another rhythm as he feels Derek lean closer.
"You smell like heaven." Derek rasps in his ear. Stiles chokes on words. Derek gently pushes him back. Stiles goes with it. There's a wall of hard muscle behind him as he leans back, gentle hands moving up his torso.
"He's right." James whispers into his ear making Stiles shiver. "You do smell delicious."
"Food delicious?" Stiles asks, a tiny hint of fear in his bloodstream.
"Mate delicious." Derek answers instead. A low growl leaves his chest as he's looming over Stiles making him whimper. "Can I?" Derek asks.
"What?" Stiles asks. His brain a complete mush. His body alive like haywire.
"Can I have you?... mate you?" Derek growls, muzzling Stiles' neck. Stiles grips Derek's strong arms in a fruitless effort to ground himself.
"Yes..." He whispers.
"Both of you?" Derek growls his question, leaning in right over Stiles to capture James' mouth in a hot, filthy kiss that clearly has James melting under Stiles. James' hand moves to rake through Derek's hair. It's the hottest thing that Stiles has ever seen. He whimpers again, unable to hold his sounds in. Derek moves away from James' lips just a fraction of an inch, just enough for James to let out a little "yes". A very possessive growl leaves Derek's chest then. It makes Stiles shiver with want.
Derek shifts his body again. He angles his handsome face to look deep into Stiles' doe eyes. His fingers gently graze Stiles' cheekbones. Stiles tries to move his hand to touch Derek back, but James laces their fingers together. Stiles turns to look at the vampire. His lips are tingling, his body burning when James leans in slowly, ever so slowly. Stiles sighs when their lips finally meet for the first time. James lips are soft, softer than they look, gentle, caring, but cold compared to Stiles' burning body. Stiles whines and Derek sinks his teeth into the frail skin at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, sharp teeth piercing Stiles' skin around his jugular, almost cradling the vulnerable vein. Stiles' eyes roll back in his head. His blood rushes downward. He clings to James' hands for dear life feeling more frail and human than ever in the few seconds it takes for Derek to move back, lap at the tiny wounds he's created, making Stiles' treacherous body buck up to grind their erections together.
James lets go of one of Stiles' hands and the limb flies on its own whim to Derek's hair, a soft whisper of the werewolf's name escaping Stiles' raw lips. Derek captures Stiles' mouth with his own. Heat pours like mad through Stiles' system. Derek's lips move gently, softly, like butterfly wings over Stiles' own, denying the human the passion he craves but granting every ounce of it at the same time. Stiles rakes his fingers through Derek's hair, angling his head to better reach the werewolf's mouth.
There's a low rumble in James' chest. It reverberates all through Stiles just a second before James sinks his fangs into the side of Stiles' neck leaving twin marks with the ones that Derek has given him just a second ago. There's a rush of coolness through Stiles' blood stream as the vampire clamps down on his throat, piercing his skin just enough to mark. Stiles shivers and whines with pleasure, his body unable to decide what to feel first. James laps at the mark he's made on Stiles just as Derek pushes his hand over Stiles' hard on.
Stiles screams as he comes.
And comes. And comes.
It feels like ages before Stiles is able to open his eyes, breathe again, think again.
"Whoa..." He manages to say, real eloquently. Derek grins. James maybe mirrors Derek's action, as Stiles feels the intake of air from where he's still sprawled out on the vampire's chest. Derek caresses his face. "What... was..." Stiles gently touches the mark on his left shoulder. The one that James left on him.
"You said yes..." Derek tells him shyly. Stiles' eyes go wide. His hand moves to his right side, where Derek's mark is.
"You marked me..." Derek nods. Stiles gapes at him.
"You can mark us too, if you want." James whispers, his voice low, seductive, tickling Stiles' neck. Stiles turns to look at the vampire, his hand still on Derek's mark. James has somehow lost his shirt. Stiles wonders when, but gets lost in looking at the marble like expanse of James' chest.
"How...?" Stiles finally manages to choke out, swallowing his renewed arousal, but still raking his eyes over James like he's a piece of prime rib.
"Intent." Derek says from behind him. His voice sounds hoarse, deep, hot. Stiles shivers when Derek presses his nose in that secret little spot behind Stiles' ear.
"It can be anything..." James says and he's mirroring Derek's actions. Stiles' eyes roll back in his head, his body already interested in the developments around him.
"Not just a bite..." Derek continues, placing a delicate kiss on the top of Stiles' shoulder. And when did Stiles lose his shirt?
"Yeah?" He asks in a haze of lust and need. Cold hands trace his abs. Stiles mewls a little. He can't seem to hold a thought. Warmth runs on the inside of his bare thighs. Stiles opens his eyes to watch Derek gently play with the soft hairs on his naked leg. When...? He hadn't realized he'd closed his eyes, let alone when his clothes vanished.
There's a kiss on his chest. Just a little cold touch. Another one on his belly. Hot as hell. Stiles is burning. He's freezing. He can't make words. He just wants... he wants...
"Derek..." Stiles grips the werewolf's hair and pulls him to mold their mouth together. Cold kisses trail down Stiles' body. He moans into Derek's mouth, bucks up into the cold touch. Derek's kiss is soft. Too soft. Too gentle. Stiles wants. He wants. Wants more. Needs more. He pushes upward with his whole body. Searches for friction. A cold grip on his hips stills him as James wraps his mouth around Stiles shaft. Stiles gasps loudly. The feeling is eerie. Hot and cold and wet and suction and a tiny bit of a scrape of teeth on his sensitive underside. Stiles can't decide if he should beg - beg - beg for more or push those sharp teeth away.
Derek finally pulls away. Stiles whines his loss, too far gone to form words of any kind. He tries to get up, chase Derek's lips with his own, but the werewolf pins his wrists down watching as James swallows him over and over again, swallows him until his manhood is fully sheathed inside the vampire's mouth. Stiles opens his mouth to say something, anything but no sounds come out, just tiny, broken little whines of pleasure that escape his chest and throat without permission.
"Jay..." Comes out between broken sounds. James looks up at him with blood red eyes and swallows around him. Stiles feels the vampire's throat constricting around his girth and comes before he can even form the thought of controlling his body.
"So beautiful..." James says moving up on Stiles' body, eyes locked with Stiles' own, lips pressing cool kisses all the way up to his mouth. "So tasty..." The vampire whispers before claiming Stiles' lips. Stiles kisses back with fervor, pressing his naked body into James' equally naked one. There's a soft growl from Stiles' right side. James smirks into their kiss and, suddenly, Stiles finds himself on top of James.
"My turn." Derek growls as he leans over Stiles, draping himself, all warm and welcoming, over his human mate. Stiles feels his body respond once again.
"You're gonna kill me..." He whispers in a small, raspy voice.
"Want me to stop?" Derek teases as he muzzles the back of Stiles' neck causing all kinds of delicious shivers to run down his spine.
"God! No. Don't you dare..." Derek hums in appreciation as he starts placing warm, soft, wet kissing on each and every one of Stiles' vertebrae, making Stiles want to buck up into him. The tiny movement he can make creates just the slightest of frictions between and James. The vampire hisses in pleasure, head moving backwards, neck perfectly exposed and delicious. Stiles moans. He sinks his blunt human teeth in the long, white stretch of neck.
"Oh, fuck!" James lets out. His head snaps back to Stiles, his eyes the color of steel once again. He grabs Stiles face and simply devours his mouth while Derek has just reached the very last one of Stiles' vertebrae, right over the swell of his ass. Stiles mewls when Derek doesn't stop there, but keeps going down, gently kneading, spreading his cheeks to place a warm, wet, greedy kiss over his hole. James swallows down Stiles' sounds because Derek decides it's a good idea to take Stiles apart with just his tongue, licking around Stiles' rim, over and over and over until Stiles feels like he's going to go insane. Insane with want. His erection is back to full flag, his body like haywire once more. But Derek doesn't care. He just keeps licking, kissing, nibbling and making little sounds like he's having the time of his life. Stiles doesn't know how his hand ends up tangles in Derek's hair, pushing the werewolf further, deeper into his ass. Derek finally takes pity on him and breaches him with his tongue. Stiles moans out loud, forgetting himself, forgetting everything as his vision turns white.
Cold hands spread him open even further and Derek breaches him with one single finger. Stiles lets out all the pleading words he can remember. He begs shamelessly for more. Anything more. Derek growls behind him. James kisses and nips at whatever skin he can reach. Stiles can do little more than just lie there and take it. Take everything he's given. Derek's thorough about opening him. He's merciless. Slow. Driving Stiles insane.
BY the time Derek has three fingers knuckle deep into Stiles, the human is a mess of need, need, want, please, want more, just more, please. Derek's fingers graze his prostate making Stiles' vision go white.
"Derek... please... I'll... I'll faint... please... just... please..." Stiles rants on and on. Derek leans in over him, fingers still just barely massaging his prostate.
"God, Stiles... do you know how beautiful you are like this?" Stiles can only pant in reply. "All wanton and open, wide open for me..." Stiles mewls. A cold finger joins Derek's inside of him and Stiles is gone, he's gone, he's going to faint. Except he doesn't faint. James kisses him into awareness, grounds him through their lips and Stiles pours all his need into that one point of contact, takes control of the vampire's mouth, not even caring about the fangs that have elongated with lust.
"Please, Derek... please..." Stiles pants into James mouth. He whines when Derek pulls his fingers out and shivers when James adds his other forefinger and pulls his hole wide open for Derek to take him.
"So beautiful." Derek coos, his hard, hot, blunt manhood pressing at Stiles' entrance. Stiles makes a small noise as Derek presses even so gently forward. James bites his lip gently, clearly focusing on not piercing the delicate skin with his sharp fangs. Pain pricks at Stiles' lip where James' fangs press a bit too hard and it keeps him sane. Sane enough to feel Derek slowly, slowly, slowly sink into him. Stiles can feel every tiny millimeter of Derek enter him. He can feels James retracting his coldish fingers to make room for Derek. He can feel the slightly larger head of the werewolf's cock as it breaches him agonizingly slow. He can feel himself tighten around it when it's finally, finally inside of him completely. A mewl escapes him as his whole body focuses on feeling Derek. Nothing else registers. Just Derek. And how good it feels to be one. His back arches of it own accord when Derek bottoms out.
Derek drapes himself over Stiles' back, his arms wrapping around his torso, pulling them together. Stiles is lost in sensation. Too lost to do something more than turn his head to the side so Derek can kiss him. Kiss him deep and dirty until the need of air becomes a red burning need inside of his lungs. Derek pulls away a little, enough to breathe in, to breathe Stiles in. Enough for Stiles to whisper Derek's name. Enough for Stiles to start begging again. Begging Derek to move, to take the aching need away.
"God, Stiles..." Derek growls from deep inside of his chest. Stiles can feel his whole body vibrate with it. It's a long minute before Derek finally decides to move even so slightly. Stiles moans wantonly at it. He tries to push back against Derek, but the werewolf is holding him tightly, so tightly not even air can come between them, as he rocks their hips in slow circles that only serve to make Stiles want to burst out of his skin.
"Derek, please... I need..." Stiles gasps between deep inhales of precious air and filthy sounds spilling out of him like he has no control anymore.
"Shhh... I got you..." Derek whispers giving him just a little forward thrust. It serves for nothing but to make Stiles' head fall back onto Derek's shoulder. "So beautiful... so mine..." Derek whispers in Stiles' ear. It makes Stiles turn his head to bury his nose into Derek's neck. Derek cradles him like he's precious. Breakable. Frail. Stiles can't help the little, helpless sob that escapes his lips. Derek pushes forward at the sound. It's delicious. It beautiful. It's magical. It's everything and more, much, much more than Stiles had ever expected his first time to ever be. His body is ablaze, burning slowly from the inside out. He needs air. There's no air. Not enough air.
Derek kisses him then. Stiles sees sparks flowing all around him. He lets go of whatever he had held on of the world around him and loses himself completely in the werewolf loving him, cherishing him. He lifts one shaking hand to tangle in Derek's hair, blunt nails raking at his scalp and kisses back with all the passion he has blooming inside of him.
Derek is moving now. Really moving. Stiles can feel him buried deep, deep inside of him. He smiles at it, hand still firmly gripping onto Derek's hair, mouth panting, breathing in Derek's air. All Stiles can do now is just slightly arch his back, give Derek better access, better angle. Derek makes a strangled noise at Stiles movement, his hips snapping just a little too hard, hitting Stiles' prostate with fierce precision, hands grabbing onto Stiles' hips like his life depended on it. Stiles falls forward from the sheer momentum of the movement.
His body feels instantly better. The burning of his skin is calmed down by the coolness under him. Stiles opens his eyes to meet James' red ones. Blood red eyes and elongated fangs. James should be a monster right now, but his face is still beautiful. Unbelievably beautiful. Stiles licks his lips. Braces himself onto James chest. Arches his back further. Receives Derek's onslaught with gusto. He begs, demands, pleads, moans for more, harder, deeper, faster, more, just more. And Derek gives it to him. Gives him everything he's asking for. Gives him more. Faster. Harder. Deeper. So much deeper than Stiles ever thought he could feel.
It beautiful, perfect. Not enough.
"Please..." Stiles whispers. James looks into his eyes. He reaches down, grabs Stiles' aching erection with just two cold fingers. He pushes at the sensitive skin gently. He doesn't even have to bother moving his hand, Derek's momentum more than enough to make the foreskin slide easily over Stiles' cock. Stiles moans loudly at the feeling. Derek still picks up speed. James wraps his fist around the head of Stiles' erection, just holding it there as Derek pushes him into it. Stiles closes his eyes, lets his head fall onto James' chest.
"Stiles... I..." Derek growls. It's the only warning Stiles gets before he feels it. Stiles gasps with fear as Derek's cock engorges inside of him. James begins to move his hand over Stiles. Faster and faster with every stroke. Stiles screams out his orgasm, coming in thick, white ropes all over James' hand and lower abdomen, spasming over Derek's growing knot. Derek grinds his teeth together so tightly that Stiles hears it. "Fuck, Stiles... fuck..." Derek says with the last of his coherence. A howl fills out the room as Derek begins to pump his still growing knot deep inside Stiles' spent body. Stiles feels himself swell with Derek's seed and comes again, out of the blue, when Derek sinks his wolf fangs in the mating mark he has made earlier.
The last thing Stiles remembers is falling face first into James' arms once more.