Author's Note: This is your warning for Het/Threesome sexual activity with the secondary 'pairing'.
Lydia stormed out of Derek's apartment, with Jackson trailing behind her. She climbed into the passenger side of the Porsche and waited for him to get in the drivers seat. Once he did she just told him to take her home. He pulled up in front of her house and she directed him to pull into the driveway and got out. Jackson followed along again looking like a kicked puppy.
Enough was enough. She reached up and gripped his face in one hand, nails digging in slightly along the sides of his face. "Look at me Jackson." she commanded.
He looked down at her tears making his eyes glassy though they weren't falling yet. "I'm sorry." he said repeatedly, his voice breaking randomly as he started to lose it.
"What exactly are you sorry for, Jackson? Biology? Or do you secretly want Stilinski? Hmm? No? I didn't think so, but you do want what he offered, don't you?"
He nodded, sobbing and dropped to his knees.
She ran a hand through his hair and then gripped it, before speaking fiercely. "You belong to me Jackson. You know that right?" She waited until he was nodding and leaning against her thigh before she continued. "You know I always take care of the things that are mine, and you are mine. I already knew you needed something more. I'm going to make sure you get it, Jackson, but you will listen to everything I tell you and you will do whatever I say, won't you?"
He nodded again, holding her tighter. "I want you, Lydia. I do, I swear I do."
"I know you do Jacks, I know." She took out her phone one, hand petting him while she dialed. "Hi, it's Lydia. Can you come over? We need to talk. It's about Jackson."
When she got off the phone she pulled Jackson to his feet, and then led the still upset boy up to her room. She pulled off his jacket and then pushed him down on the bed, to remove his shoes and socks. Once that was done, she laid down in the bed, holding him and letting him doze off, head on her shoulder while she waited and planned.
The doorbell woke her up and she climbed out of bed, leaving Jackson sitting there, groggy and hair rumpled to go answer it. She led her guest back up the stairs and into the bedroom. "Danny, I wanted to talk to you about everything that's been going on. About all the strange shit with Jackson that hasn't made sense for months. The weirdness is unavoidable after awhile, and you deserve to know what has been happening, but it's a shocker, so I want you to first remember that you need to be calm. Remember that Jackson is your friend, and don't freak out, no matter how much this actually calls for freaking out. Okay?"
Danny looked at her very, very strangely, and then just nodded.
Lydia grabbed Jackson's hand and just said "Jackson, show him."
He looked at her confused for a moment or two, and then she squeezed his hand and nodded, "Do it, Jackson."
He shifted and Danny jumped back in the chair, staring at him, and then at Lydia for a moment or two before leaning closer. He cautiously climbed out of the chair and approached a trembling Jackson. "Is this.. are you for real? Is he a-"
"A werewolf, yes, he is. There was this whole lizard being controlled by someone else thing, but now, he's a wolf, and now you know."
Danny started laughing then, a hysterical edge to it. "Now I know? What I know is I'm fairly sure I've been committed, because my best friend is not a creature of the God damned night."
"Technically a creature of the night is a vampire... or a hooker, but um, yeah not a vampire... look no sparkle." She said pulling Jackson's arm into the sunlight streaming in one window.
Danny started laughing for real then, nearly falling to the floor with it. "Jack- heheh Jackson wo-would never be something so-sso-so completely cliche as a glitter vampire... "
"Of course he wouldn't he had to be the first were-lizard turned werewolf in town. He's lucky I love him so much, because let me tell you, he would have made a fabulous belt and purse." Lydia said, holding back a laugh while Jackson just looked offended... in were wolf face.
Lydia and Danny both took one look at his jutted out pouty lip and both hit the floor laughing. Jackson shifted back to normal and flopped down on the bed with a harrumph of agitation at the pair of them. He was ignoring the both of them until Lydia started talking again.
"You're in love with him, aren't you? " She asked, out of nowhere. Danny jerked his eyes from where he'd been watching Jackson pout to her, eyes wide and shaking his head.
"It's okay Danny I know you love him, I do too."
"Lydia, I don't... I wouldn't..." Danny was staring at Lydia, but refused to look at Jackson at all.
Jackson had sat up in the bed, sliding close to the headboard, looking back and forth between the two, swallowing convulsively.
"It's Okay, Danny. I'm not accusing you of anything, and it's okay to be in love with him. I am. You have to know by now though, don't you?" Danny fell back into the chair again, hand out as if he could hold back her words. "All those boyfriends, who were superficial and mean and pretty, you were trying to find your Jackson, but you never found one with the heart underneath all the pretty and mean, so they didn't realize what they had. They didn't have Jackson's heart, and were apparently utter imbeciles if they don't see how great you are."
Now Jackson was alternating between staring at Danny and Lydia. She moved forward, leaning in and putting her hands on the arms of the chair Danny was sitting in. "You love him, and you're afraid to lose your best friend if you try to have him. Plus, you're not entirely stupid, so you realize he's mine. Generally I don't share, I mean I REALLY don't share, but Jackson, already belongs to you too. You're both just too afraid to make it real."
Danny's heart was racing, and he sucked in a breath before steeling himself to respond. "Like I've already told Jackson, he's not my type."
Jackson jerked up at that, looking straight at Danny. Lydia noticed out of the corner of her eye and smirked. "Jackson's everyone's type, and besides that, you just lied, didn't he, Jacks?"
"He did, he totally did." Jackson said, still staring at Danny.
"There are a couple funny things about werewolves, Danny, they're pretty much the best lie detector on the planet." Lydia leaned in to whisper in Danny's ear. "And they mate for life."
Danny jerked at that, staring at her. "They... what?"
"You think you might be able to have him once, or for a while, and then he'll go back to wanting me, and you'll lose the person you love, and your best friend. That is the only reason you never tried anything with Jackson, isn't it?"
Danny refused to answer, so she continued. "I know I was afraid of that, and then he did dump me, because lets face it, Jackson's pretty and smart, but he has a distinct lack of common sense. He thought I'd leave him eventually, so he left first. Just like you think he'll leave eventually. I think we need to do something about that. I think you want to do something about that. Jackson is mine, but I'm not stupid or greedy to see he's yours too, and I'm perfectly willing to share. Now the question is, are you?"
She stepped back and slid behind Jackson, on the bed. She pulled Jackson's shirt off and rested her hand over his heart. "Who does Jackson belong to, Danny?"
He stood up, surging towards the bed, as he spoke. "He's ours."
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Once they got moving again, Derek and Stiles quickly cleaned up and headed back to the Garage. They stopped at the store and stocked up on some healthy movie snacks. Stiles just smiled when Derek made sure to grab cheese and caramel popcorn, along with a box of the microwave stuff. Instead of hoping the pizza place would have anything not bound to take years off his dad's life, Stiles grabbed a pack of pre-baked pizza rounds, some sauce and cheese, and then went to cruise the produce department for some healthy toppings. Once he was satisfied they had enough healthy provisions, they checked out, while he texted his dad to make sure he knew Stiles had the pizza covered. The whole shopping trip would have been a waste of time if his dad came home with some artery blockage in a box.
Once they got back to the house, they settled in the kitchen, Derek chopping or slicing whatever Stiles handed him, while Stiles grabbed out a couple frozen chicken breasts, and dropped them in some water to boil. Then he threw a red pepper into the oven to roast, and dug out a few of the turkey sausage links his dad had avoided at breakfast. He cut them up and threw them in a skillet to brown. After all the prep work was done, they began assembling the pizzas. They ended up with a sausage and veggie, a chicken broccoli and cheddar, and a 'kitchen sink' blend of just about every bit of left over toppings. They were just going into the oven when Stile's dad got home. He nodded hello to both of them and then asked about their day.
"We swung by Derek's place, and hung out a little with Peter, Scott and Isaac. Jackson and Lydia stopped by for a few minutes, but luckily that didn't last too long. Nothing can ruin a good day like dealing with Jackson." Stiles said, making a face.
Derek grinned at him while his dad asked a question. "Peter?"
The pair shared a look before Derek answered. "My Uncle Peter Hale. He's staying with me, for now. Once we get something done about the house, I figure he'll move back in there, but we haven't really discussed it much."
"I thought he had some health issues, uh..." The Sheriff didn't seem sure how to continue the question.
"He was in long term care, because of the fire." Derek said, grimacing.
Stiles quickly took over, a hand on Derek's shoulder in support. "Peter started coming out of his, shit I don't think it was actually a coma, but his um, fugue state maybe? Last year. He was still really having troubles, and he went away for awhile, but since he's been back, he's been a lot better. I think he's really making progress." Stiles explained.
"I used to know Peter, a little that is. His wife, I guess that would have been your Aunt Anna, worked at the station, way back when I was a deputy, so I'd see him around some. I glad to hear his healths improving." He gave Stiles a squinty look. "Don't let me hear you've been bothering him, while he recuperates, Stiles."
"Trust me, even with all my powers of annoyance, I doubt very much I'm qualified to bother Peter." Stiles muttered, spinning to concentrate on rotating the pizza pans, instead of looking at his dad.
Derek wasn't helping matters much by practically snickering. When the Sheriff raised an eyebrow, he shrugged with a small smile. "Peter is actually the one who pointed out we were both being idiots. He kind of pointed out that I liked Stiles, and when I didn't think Stiles liked me, he talked to Stiles instead."
He was blushing now and Stiles' Dad was stifling down his glee at watching supposed bad seed Derek Hale shuffling his feet and blushing. The fact that Stiles was blushing as well, and practically sticking his head in the oven to avoid eye contact was just too much. He quickly made his excuses and went up to his room to change and have a good laugh.
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Danny couldn't believe he was here, doing this, but despite that, this seemed inevitable, fated, whatever romanticized crap you wanted to call it. Jackson was his, was Lydia's and that, that felt more right than it had ANY right to. He was straddling Jackson's leg. They were breathing the same air and Jackson was just looking at him like he felt the same way, like Danny was the one thing he wanted, and like he couldn't quite believe he was allowed to have him, have this. Lydia ran her hand down the side of Jackson's face, soothing him, reassuring him.
Danny caught his eye, and leaned in slowly and then kissed him. It was soft and tentative, and then it just wasn't. It was frantic and dirty and teeth and tongues and every fucking thing he could possibly want. After only God knows how long, Danny pulled away, hand on the side of Jackson's cheek. "Is this what you want, Jacks? The two of us?" His only answer was a quick nod before Jackson dove forward again and recaptured his mouth.
After another breathless and frantic kiss, Lydia was pulling Jackson up onto the bed further, and Danny realized she was naked, but mostly covered by Jackson's body. Her hands wrapped around him and her nails were scraping across Jackson's chest, across his nipples and he was staring at Danny, panting. Danny began working at his fly unbuttoning and unzipping before pulled his pants down, and then his tight briefs too.
Jackson raised himself up, helping Danny slide them down, and freeing himself, but stopped himself from touching when Lydia's nails dug in just a little harder. Instead he reached for Danny and pulled him back down for another kiss, after Danny threw Jackson's pants across the room and stripped himself down. That done he crawled back up Jackson's body, smiling at Lydia before kissing him again, their bodies sliding against each other.
He pulled away from the kiss and looked at her again, needing to make sure she understood. "Lydia, I... he's ours, but you and me..."
Thankfully she cut him of, quickly understanding what he was saying. "I know, Danny. We're going to be together with him for life, but that just means we're going to be partners. You're gay, don't get me wrong, you're very pretty, and if you were bi, I'd be totally open to it, but I don't expect you to change who you are just because we're in this together. We're both here for Jackson. We're his just like he's ours. That doesn't make us anything more to each other than friends and partners." She smiled and he couldn't help, but smile back. He could live with that, happily.
He pulled back, pulling Jackson with him, and turned him around, so that he was facing Lydia. While Jackson was off of her, Lydia reached into a drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lubricant and a couple condoms. Danny grabbed one and tore it open, sliding it up Jackson's hard dick before pushing him back down on the bed. He grabbed the lube and the second condom and settled down at the bottom of the bed.
Jackson was on one knee, kissing up Lydia's thigh, when Danny opened the lube and squeezed a little on his fingers. He slid a finger down the crack of Jackson's ass, stroking across his tight opening. Lydia raised a knee and Jackson licked higher, and then as Danny's finger slid into him, he started trailing his tongue up and down Lydia's folds, until he found that particular bundle of folded skin and nerve endings. As Danny pushed in a second finger, Jackson and Lydia started breathing heavier at almost the same time.
Jackson slid three fingers inside Lydia a few seconds before Danny worked a third and fourth into him. He was gasping a little against her clit between licks and nibbles by the time the fingers were pulled from him. He almost whined, but there were hands on his hips, shifting him up, and hands on his shoulders pulling him up and then forward. Lydia shifted further down the bed and pulled Jackson up over her, until she was sucking on his neck, biting and nibbling and he was just starting to slip into her. She reached down, hands to his hips and squeezed, holding him right on the verge, while Danny slipped his condom on and then positioned himself behind Jackson.
Danny slowly pushed into Jackson, while Jackson slid into Lydia. Danny sank all the way into Jackson and began sucking and biting the opposite shoulder from the one Lydia was marking vigorously. After a few seconds, Danny pulled back slowly almost entirely out before pushing in again. They slowly started to build a rhythm, Jackson sliding onto Danny's cock and then into Lydia, rolling his hips and fucking them both enthusiastically. He reached a hand up to stroke across one of Lydia's nipples and when Danny's hand was near his mouth, he started licking on a finger, before drawing it into his mouth, sucking on it. They were writhing against one another, each thrust in either direction sending them spiraling closer to the edge.
Lydia fell over first, a thumb riding her clit along with Jackson's deep thrusts pushing her. She gasped and bit hard against Jackson's shoulder, her nails digging into his back and side, clawing fresh marks that bled and healed. She clenched her muscles around Jackson's shaft as he rode through her orgasm. Danny followed her down, biting Jackson's shoulder as his whole body pulled taut and he slammed into Jackson once more. The feeling of both of them pulled Jackson down and he threw his head back, arching his body as he came, eyes that eerie shade of blue, before slumping down and forehead pressed into Lydia's shoulder.
The three of them cleaned up and then fell together in the bed, two sets of arms entwined around Jackson, and dozed until well after dark. Danny and Jackson had just stepped outside, planning on stopping at each of their houses for a change of clothes, when Scott and a limping Isaac called out a warning, from halfway down the block.
The only thing Jackson would remember after was an impression of bright light, Danny screaming his name, and the howls of his pack.
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Derek, Stiles, and his dad were all in the living room watching Thor get tasered and eating pizza. Remembering his dad's complaint about not wanting to know what healthy stuff was in anything, Stiles didn't mention how nutritious the pizza was. Between them they managed to finish off all but about three-fourths of one pizza. After watching the end credit scene, Stiles put away the leftover pizza and threw together a bowl of the tri-corn before they got into Captain America.
Derek slipped into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Stiles, while they waited for the microwave popcorn to finish popping. They very nearly burned it though, when Stiles took the opportunity to spin around and pin Derek to the fridge, and kiss him, instead of listening for the pops to slow down. Luckily, Derek's nose caught scent of the popcorn just before it could actually scorch.
They snuggled a little closer on the couch for the second movie, Stiles leaning on Derek's shoulder, and holding his hand. When the movie ended, the sheriff told Stiles to make sure he locked up again, when he got home and went to bed, after saying goodnight to them both.
They were just stepping out to the Jeep when something smashed into Stiles' face, knocking him back into Derek's arms. Derek grabbed a hold of him, but he was quickly pulled away, while yelling Stiles' name, and shoved into a van by what had to be four Alpha wolves. Stiles slid his hand into his pocket and jerked to his feet to run after them, flicking open the knife he'd pulled out as he ran, but the van started and peeled away, even as they were fighting to get the door closed. Stiles dove towards his Jeep to go after them, when he saw the slashed tire. "Son of a Bitch!"
Someone came up behind him and he very nearly sliced his dad open, just barely pulling back in time. "Woah, there. It's me, it's only me." He said, trying to calm Stiles down. "Those were some of the Alpha wolves that have been lurking around town, right?" He asked, stunning Stiles.