Sorry that it's been nearly two weeks, but uni is stressful this year. I put way to many courses into my schedule and have to catch a cold to get some "me time" right now. Still I hope it was worth the wait.

Disclaimer

Neither the characters nor the storyline is mine. I just like to play with it. No money was made from this story. No animals or children were hurt during the writing of this story...

Chapter 7

Stiles lay in this behemoth of a bed, reminiscing the days events. He was bitten by Derek and turned into a werewolf, learned that he was destined to be in a three-way relationship with his best friend AND their former nemesis, also it seemed his mother had been a witch and so was he, making him part of the triumvirate meant to rule the magic community alongside Scott, free-quarter angel, and Jackson, a full fledged demon. His life was fucking surreal!

Only three short months ago, he thought that all the things that go bump in the night only existed in fairytales and legends, that was until his best friend was bitten by Peter Hale, an alpha werewolf, turning him into a beta and this was were things went downhill. Danny had explained, after he sent Derek back to wherever the fuck he had summoned him from, that it had been fates "subtle" way of making them aware of the supernatural community. If nearly dying by the hands of Scott, Derek AND Peter was the subtle way, then didn't want to get acquainted with her unsubtle ways, it was true fate really was a cruel mistress!

And this is how he ended up here, in Jackson's bed in his parents former guest cottage. It was after Danny left, that the sheriff called and announced, he had been called in for a debriefing and it would be a few days until he would get home, giving Stiles the usual dos and don'ts. Scott in turn had called his mother, saying he would stay the night at Jackson's on coaches orders, so the two could get better acquainted and get rid of their differences and for them to work better together. And Stiles simply forwarded the house phone to his cell so his father wouldn't notice he spent the night somewhere else, after Jackson offered his place because, and I quote. "Nothing personal Stiles, but your bed sucks!". Apparently his parents were on a business trip of some kind and he had the house to himself, not that he lived in the main house anyway. He told them it was because his mother had found him once or twice sneaking out girls and at one point they converted the guest cottage into his personal domain. The bastard had his own kitchen, two bathrooms and a bedroom the size of Scott's house with a custom made bed, the size of Stiles's bedroom. At first Stiles thought Jackson might be overcompensating for something and then remembered the other boy's dick pressing into his thigh and decided, NOPE definitely NOT overcompensating! And so chalked it up to the benefits of being the son of people richer than god.

The other two boys had taken Jackson other car, the Landrover, and went grocery shopping after they ate what Jackson's fridge had to offer as a snack. Scott told them, his intake of food had tripled since he was turned and they should stock up if they didn't want to get hungry at night! Even thinking about food, made his stomach grumble.

Stiles knew the situation should feel stranger than it did. It felt natural, him and Scott had always affectionate with one another, that was until they were fifteen and decided real men didn't hug as a way of greeting and stopped. He had missed it and something told him so had Scott. And then there was Jackson, he was the wild card that changed their whole dynamic, forcing his way into their twosome forming a threesome. What shocked Stiles the most, was the fact he didn't really mind at all!

The remaining two arrived later, in a car, filled to the max with shopping bags. Being the helpful friend that he is, he helped of course, by opening the door separating the garage from the kitchen. He figured they could handle the rest, they loaded the stuff into the car in the first place so they could do the rest, right?

They had a pleasant dinner, eating enough food between the three of them for a small army, and still there was no strain in their comradery, it was just too strange. They had never been friends and only frenemies for the last few weeks, trying to protect on another from the evil alpha, but this? This was new, there was no animosity, no sarcastic commands or the typically "Jackson Temper Tantrum". The atmosphere was just... nice. If he was forced to be in a relationship with not one but two other guys, Stiles thought, the deal could have been worse. He had always loved Scott in a platonic friendship kind of way, so it wasn't to hard to imagine another kind of love and Jackson... well have you seen him? He could make a straight guy swoon.

"You know?" Stiles began talking to the other two. "I think I could get used to this!"

The rooms remaining two occupants looked up from their plates, mouths filled with food to the bursting point, making them look more like chipmunks then the wolves they supposedly were. Stiles couldn't help himself, he started to laugh so hard he fell off the chair he was sitting on. Jackson and Scott looked at one another trying to analyze what their mate found so funny and got the point when one chipmunk like face meet the other. They started laughing as well, not as hard, but thanks to the chunks of food flying every which way, their reaction was even less dignified then Stiles's.

It was a while before they finally stopped and continued their meal, washing the dishes after eating because, it turn out, Jackson was more concerned about the cleanliness of his place than everyone should be bordering on OCD.

After they finished, they went to the vast "entertainment" part of the combined living room, dining room and kitchen area. Watching movies was kinda fun all cuddled up together with Jackson's head in Stiles's lap and Scott's on his shoulder. Not that they would ever confess to anyone they did this, but the cuddling and the physical contact was mandatory step in their mating process, but they wouldn't learn that until much later, when nature had already run it's course and Derek finally got over himself teaching them the mechanics of werewolf mating.

It was shortly before the film ended that all three noticed the effect the close proximity had. But hey, they were three red blooded teenage boys, even without their werewolf enhanced libidos, they could get hard if the wind blow from the right direction. So it was the decision between ignoring the issue waiting until it went away, or acting on it and after the rain check they took this morning, it was not that hard of a decision. Shockingly it was Jackson that initiated this round, when he played cock block earlier this morning.

He still had his head in Stiles's lap, when he let his curiosity run wild. He was no blushing virgin, he lost in virginity when he was thirteen and was pretty active ever since, thank you. But this was new, here were parts involved he only know from another angle, but he knew what he liked so he could start there. So he turned his head a little and looked up into the shorter boys brown eyes filled with lust and flashing amber. He smirked before slowly pulling the others zipper down, using only his teeth.

Stiles's cock head had found it's way past the waistband of his boxers, purple and leaking precum. Jackson couldn't help but give it a tentative lick, thinking this would be the ponit where he stopped liking it and, for the lack of a better word, would be scared straight. What didn't expect was the realization that he liked it, not the taste but the reaction it caused in Stiles. The other boy was but putty in his hands and he really liked that fact.

He was about to do it again when Scott beat him to it. The third boy had made his way down his best friends body, picking up where Jackson had stopped only seconds ago getting the same reaction from the hyperactive boy. Scott slowly turned his head in Jackson's direction, amber flashing eyes meeting bluegreenish flashing ones, the unspoken challenge clear in them. Wanna see who can make him squirm harder? And Jackson never backed down from a challenge, so he went back to training his oral skills.

At one point they both got sick of taking turns and just started to work the boy together. There was enough of "little" Stiles to go around. Still at times their tongues would meet and mingle. They even shared a kiss with Stiles's dick between them. The third boys brain had shut off a while ago, allowing him only the feeling of pleasure those two godlike creatures brought him until he spilled his seed. Seeing the other two slowly licking each others faces clean. What a sight for sore eyes.

They all came like this, multiple times, but after a few hours, even they were spend and went to bed.

It the wee hours of morning two figures made their way into the bedroom. Both were on the short side, one with long red and the other with long brown hair.

"I know there is little love between our sides, but we can not allow them to gain their full power. They could crush us like bugs." The redhead said, her eyes flashing black. Getting a long black dagger from a sheath strapped to her backside.

"Yes, as much as it hurts me to agree. Killing them now is the only chance he have, before they reach their full potential. They would end the war and all we fought for, making the deaths of the hundreds of martyrs meaningless. That can not be allowed." Agreed the brunet girl, the slight sound of invisible feathers filling the air around her with every step she took . Getting a silver sword from a sheath at her belt. It had four blades and a round handle and was only slightly longer than a dagger.

They made their way to the bed, it's three occupants still snoring blissfully unaware of the danger they were in. Jackson and Scott had both wrapped themselves around Stiles as it to protect him. The girls reached their destination the redhead standing on the bed's right side the brunet and it's left both raising their respective weapon ready to strike. Hesitating only a second both girls looked down, remembering the times they had spent with the respective boy they had pretended to love to determent if they really were the person they were looking for. They looked at one another nodded and went in for the kill... only to have their blades stopped by an invisible force field.

"Young ones, what are you doing here? You are not supposed to be here! You are lucky it is us intervening and not their guardian, he is way less forgiving when it comes to his charges and would have killed you first and than summed your spirits to get his answers." A bodiless voice said into the silence of the room, before in smoke and light and darkness three hooded people appeared.

One wearing a long white robe, the other black and the third gray. All three holding blades of their own. One long black dagger similar to the one Lydia Martin was carrying in the hands of the black hooded one. A sword identical to the one Alison Argent was carrying in the hands of the white hooded one and a long ceremonial dagger in the hands of the gray hooded one.

"TRAITOR" A now very upset Lydia jumped up, trying to kill the person in the black robes, only to be thrown into the wall and kept pinned there.

"Stop this nonsense at once! You don't stand a chance against either of us or Danny at this point. Leave while you still can and we won't have to eliminate you." The person in gray said.

Both girls knew that they had lost his round and disappeared in light and darkness.

"You think they will be back tonight?" The white hooded person asked pulling back his hood revealing none other then Dr. Charles Deaton.

"I don't think so. They'll lick their wounds and make new planes!" Coach Bobby Finstock replied pulling down his own black hood.

"I was shocked to see those two working together. If an angel and a demon agree to work together, they see the boys as a threat, we need to be more vigilant. Those three are our only hope for peace and our only way to stop all this useless bloodshed!" The gray clad man replied also pulling off his hood unveiling the face of Adrian Harris

"You are right! When do you think we should reveal ourselves? They need to be trained, so they can protect themselves!" The coach said earning himself a nod from the veterinarian.

"Not yet," The chemistry teacher replied. "Danny is right! They need a hold on their werewolf side first. They need to learn how to block the connection the mating bond provides them. If they used it with untrained angelic, demonic or witch power, it could cascade between them until it explodes, not only obliterating them, but the whole western hemisphere!"

"Then Derek better started training his new pups. I don't know about the other two, but the demon in Jackson in fighting tooth and nail against the hold this ring has on it. If it keeps getting stronger at the pace it is now, the ring will lose it's effect within a fortnight." The black haired demon concluded. Getting confirmative nods from the witch and the angel concerning the rings holds on Stiles's and Scott's respective power.

After a short nod at one another they went their separate ways again, in smoke and light and darkness the three companions, the angel and demon and witch, disappeared.

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