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"Jackson!" Derek yelled out as he walked through the door to his apartment. Even if he hadn't seen Jackson's car parked outside, he knew instinctually that the boy would be there; he basically never left. Derek didn't really understand why he didn't just come live with him.

He heard a shuffling in the kitchen but ignored it in favor of walking to stand behind the couch where Isaac was sitting and watching television. Derek leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of the boys curly hair, rubbing soothing circles into his shoulders.

"Hey sweetheart," Derek whispered, taking in Isaac's sweet aroma.

"Missed you today," Isaac murmured, moving his head to the side so Derek had room to nuzzle into the hollow of his throat.

"Missed you too," Derek's voice was muffled against the skin he was currently nibbling on. Isaac chuckled lightly.

"What the hell did you want?" Jackson's voice erupted behind them. Derek sighed and stood straight up to turn around, eyes landing on his shirtless (as always) beta. "I was eating you inconsiderate douche."

Derek rolled his eyes and walked forward, opening his arms to engulf the shorter man into a hug. Jackson fought for a few moments- he always did- before Derek felt him relax into the embrace. Jackson wrapped his arms around Derek's middle and nosed his way to Derek's neck, taking in his Alpha's scent. Derek spoke lightly into Jackson's hair.

"How was your day?"

"'fwas good." Jackson's muffled voice replied, squeezing tighter. "I missed you," he said in a quieter voice.

Derek smiled and kissed the top of Jackson's head. "I know. I missed you too. I missed all of you."

"Can we watch a movie later?" Jackson asked.

"You wanna cuddle?" Derek asked in a completely serious tone. He felt the body beneath his stiffen for a few moments before he heard Jackson's reply.

"…yeah."

Derek smiled. "Good. We can definitely watch one later, but c'mon, I need to tell you guys something. Is Scott here or did he just leave? I smell him."

Jackson pulled away from Derek's body with a sort of glossy look in his eyes. "Um. Yeah- he's uh, he's in the bathroom. Taking a shower, I think."

Derek nodded. "Cool. Go sit and cuddle with Isaac, he needs some affection, ok? I'm going to get Scott."

Jackson nodded and went on his way towards the couch. Derek deterred into the hallway until he came up to the bathroom, where the scent of water and soap were strong. He could also hear the sound of Scott's decent (horrible) singing voice through the door- he was singing a Beyonce song this time. At least it was better than Miley Cyrus.

"Scott." Derek said in a normal voice, he knew Scott would hear him even with the sound of the shower going.

"Oh fu-Yeah?" He heard the boy say,

"Finish up. I have something to tell you guys. Meet us in the living room when you're done."

"Oh. Okay, cool. Be right there."

It took ten minutes for Scott to finish his shower, and probably the rest of the mental playlist he kept in his head, and they sat in the living room, Derek in one of the armchairs and Jackson massaging Isaac's head on the couch. Scott wore pajama bottoms and a ratty but soft looking t-shirt, which meant he was sleeping over. He did that sometimes- despite his life with Allison he was still a werewolf, and he missed his pack from time to time. He had invited Allison to join in on the puppy pack, but she had kindly refused. The girl knew how to take care of herself anyway.

"Ok, so what's all the hubbub, bub?" Scott asked, smirking in his adorably stupid way. Isaac gave a small laugh and Jackson rolled his eyes.

"What about Peter and Boyd? Shouldn't they be here?" Isaac asked, looking up from where his head rested in Jackson's lap.

"I'll tell Peter later, and Boyd already knows." Derek responded.

"Ok let's just get to the point. What's wrong?"

Derek rolled his eyes at Jackson's impatience. "Nothing's wrong- there's just been a change of plans."

"How?" Scott asked.

"The situation with the pack bitch is… different now."

"Are we not getting one?" Jackson asked, an almost crestfallen expression on his face.

"No! No, that's not it. It's just… I encountered something I didn't really expect to," Derek said, sighing. "See, I originally planned the pack bitch to just be a hole for us to fuck but with this kid… it's different. He's extremely smart, funny, he has a great personality and he's hot as hell."

"But we'll still get to fuck him, right?" Jackson asked.

"God, Jackson, that is so not the point. Look, he's just… different, alright? And I honestly believe that every single one of you will like him- Boyd already does."

"Woah." Isaac said. "That's a good sign I guess."

Derek nodded. "And I like him too. But he's a college student and he plans to finish- which I have no problem with and neither should you, so he won't be having any pups any time soon."

"What the hell!" Jackson said, eyes narrowed.

"So I put my girlfriend through all of that for nothing? We've already started planning for the baby!" Scott began to yell.

"Hey!" Derek screamed, eyes flashing red. "Calm the hell down. You didn't even let me finish."

The angry betas immediately shut up, sliding back into their seats with rebellion in their eyes.

"We have someone… else," Derek admitted, looking to Isaac. Isaac caught his eyes and immediately a flash of recognition passed between them. After a few seconds Isaac nodded, giving Derek the silent permission he needed to continue on.

"Another pack bitch?" Scott asked, which surprised Derek because usually the man stayed away from that word like it brought the plague.

"Yes," Derek asked.

"And where exactly are they?" Jackson asked.

"It's me." Isaac said in a quiet voice. Jackson's eyes narrowed and then he turned to look down at the boy in his lap.

"What?"

Isaac sighed and sat up, crossing his legs and giving a shy smile. "I'm, um… I'm a pack bitch."

"Really?" Scott asked, getting up and walking over to where Isaac sat, leaning in to take a whiff of his skin. "But your blood- it doesn't smell… right."

"It doesn't happen often," Derek said, interjecting. "But sometimes a bitch's body doesn't go through the change completely. But have no doubt, Isaac has the correct blood for it. It just needs to be activated."

"How?" Jackson asked, mimicking Scott and sniffing at Isaac's skin.

"His body just needs to recognize what a pack bitch is. Basically he kind of needs to drink his cum."

"That's…" Jackson said, trailing off. He pulled back, eyes glazed, looking into Isaac's eyes with something akin to lust. "Actually really hot."

Isaac flushed at the comment, but he began to lean forward, eyes locked on Jackson's lips.

"Nope," Derek said quickly. "None of that until he's fully activated." Jackson backed off with a glare.

"And you're okay with this, Isaac?" Scott asked, always the sympathetic one. "You know you'd have to have and raise pups for everyone, be an actual bitch for the entire pack? Have sex with us whenever we want?"

Isaac nibbled his lips in embarrassment, looking towards Derek for a moment before meeting Scott's eyes. "I've wanted this for a really long time. I talked to Derek about it a while ago, like I felt that it was something that I would enjoy, something that I… needed, I guess. Thinking about everything you guys will do to me, it-"

"Turns you on?" Jackson asked, a smirk on his face.

Isaac gave a small nod with wide eyes. "But- it makes me happy too. Knowing that I can serve you guys like this. I want it, Scott. I really do- I've had a long time to think about it, and Derek wouldn't be doing it if I didn't want it. I want it more than anything."

"How do you feel about, um, me-"

"You and Allison having the pup we make together?" Isaac asked. Scott's lips pulled taut into a thin line and he nodded. Isaac smiled. "Scott, I'm more than okay with that. I know that you love Allison more than anything else in the world, and I want you guys to be happy, and if there's anything I can do that will make you happier, then I'll do it. I can't wait to see what you guys will be like as parents- and I can be the cool uncle anyway, which is way better than a lame parent."

"Isaac, I- you care about me that much?"

"Scott, I love you. I love my entire pack, I can only dream of serving you guys the way that I will when I'm fully activated."

"Fuck, baby, you're gonna be serving me a lot, have no doubt. I've always wanted to feel those lips of yours on my cock," Jackson said with a smirk.

"Jackson!" Derek and Scott screamed in unison.

"What? I can't say stuff like that? He's pack bitch!"

"He's not some object you can just talk to like that." Scott said angrily.

"Scott has a point, Jackson- you show some respe-"

"Actually," Isaac said, shutting Derek up. "It's fine. I don't think it's disrespectful at all. I, um, I like it when he says stuff like that. Like, a lot."

"You're into dirty talk, huh, sweetheart?" Jackson asked. "I can definitely work with that. I can't wait to fuck you- God I'm going to make you fucking scream."

Isaac's arousal was obvious in the air, but even with Isaac's confession Jackson's arousal was only tolerated.

"Derek?" Isaac asked. He looked hesitant to ask his question.

"Yeah?"

"Uh- if it's okay with you, I think I'd like to, um… fool around a bit with the pack members- if that's okay. I just t-think that as pack bitch, even if I'm not activated yet, I could start doing some of my, um, duties."

"Isaac, I don-"

"I promise, Derek. I want this. More than anything."

Derek looked at Jackson, then at Scott, then at Isaac. He took a breath and nodded. "Fine, but no sex," He let his eyes slide into their bloody color. "I mean it. None until after he's activated. Fooling around. Nothing further than handjobs-"

"No blowjobs? C'mon!"

Derek glared at Jackson who only rolled his eyes in response. "Fine. Whatever."

"Like I said, no further than handjobs."

To Derek's surprise Scott was already mouthing at the skin on Isaac's neck. "Scott?"

The boy shot back up, embarrassment clear on his features. "Sorry, I was totally listening."

"Good. We're not finished yet. The man I was talking about- his name is Stiles. Stiles Stilinski."

"What the hell is a Stiles?" Jackson asked.

Derek ignored him. "I've set up a process to make sure he's okay with each one of the pack members individually before he officially makes his decision. Each one of us will take him out on a date, and he'll decide whether or not he's okay with the pack once he's made his decisions individually."

Scott nodded in consent with the process and Jackson didn't say anything so Derek assumed everything was good.

"If he accepts you at the end of the night he'll kiss you. If all goes well we'll have him soon."

"Cool," Jackson decided. "So when is the first date?"

"Tomorrow."

"With who?"

"You."

"What!" Jackson asked. "Why me?"

"Because you're an abrasive asshole and if he gets to like you he'll definitely like the rest of us," Scott said matter-of-factly.

Jackson looked like he was about to argue but then he withered back into the couch with a frown on his face. "I'm not an asshole."

Derek's heart softened. "No, Jackson, you're not. But you can be a little… rough, sometimes. You have to admit. I know he'll like you, okay? Just don't be so guarded- let him in. If this happens he'll be part of our pack, okay?"

Jackson looked sad for a few moments. "Fine. There's no way he won't like me. I mean, have you seen me?"

Derek rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Good. You're picking him up at seven eight tomorrow, alright?"

"Fine." Jackson said, looking to Isaac. "Are we done here?"

Derek went through a mental checklist of things he wanted to talk about. "Yeah. We are- that's all."

"Thank God." Jackson said, reaching over to grab Isaac's arm and pulling the boy into his lap. Jackson's lips immediately went onto Isaac's, who received everything Jackson was doing with the utmost ease, sliding his arms around the man's neck and opening his mouth for Jackson to lick into. His hands immediately slid down Isaac's pants and grab his ass through the soft sweatpants he was wearing.

Scott rolled his eyes and started to walk away. "Whatever. I'm going to Derek's room to use his laptop."

Derek stayed and watched for a few moments, enjoying watching how the soft flesh of Isaac's ass rolled under Jackson's hands. Jackson was nibbling on Isaac's ear now, grinding up into his crotch. Derek fixed himself in his jeans before he stood up.

"I'm gonna grab something to eat. Remember what I said."

He was answered with two groans that clearly stated 'Stop talking to us you asshole.'

XoX

So. The first date was with this Jackson guy.

Stiles stood in his mirror, checking over the clothes for his date. Derek had refused to give him a picture of the guy or anything- just said something about "Trust me, you won't be disappointed." Whatever the hell that meant. He was an inch away from calling Lydia to ask her what he should do when he heard someone knock on the door.

His first thought was that he should hide, followed quickly by the thought that he should hide his apartment because even with the amazing cleaning job Lydia did it was still disgusting. But then he thought that he should probably answer the door. He messed with his hair for a quick second before he half-rushed to open the door, swinging it open with embarrassing force.

And there in front of him stood the most attractive guy he had ever seen. He wore a fitted blue shirt with jeans that seemed to hit all the right curves. He wasn't Derek attractive, Derek was hot and rugged and mountain man attractive, this kid was like… the angels measured every inch of his bone structure to make sure he came out with the golden proportions. He was like… unholy attractive, walking sex and sin, and damn those lips were nice, gorgeous blue eyes, and-

"-ello?" A voice said.

Stiles snapped out of his reverie to look the other man in the eye. He held a smug smirk on his face, an expression he seemed to wear a lot. "Oh- shit, sorry. I just kind of got caught up in here," Stiles said, bringing up a finger next to his temple and circling it in the air. "It's a completely different world. Trust me, you do not want to know."

"You talk a lot." Jackson said.

"You seem to be an asshole."

His smirk got even smirk-ier if that was possible. "Point taken. I'm Jackson." He held out his hand.

"Stiles." He said, shaking the offered hand lightly. "So I guess we better get out of here." He let go of the hand in his grasp and hurried to turn around and lock the door, quickly turning back. There was a slight moment when he saw a disappointed look on Jackson's face, a small frown on his lips, until it disappeared almost instantly, covered with a suave smile.

"Ready?" Jackson asked.

Stiles gave him a look. "What's wrong?"

"Um, what?"

"You had a frown on your face just then. You looked sad. What's wrong?"

Jackson narrowed his eyes. "I have no clue what yo-"

"Oh," Stiles said, putting two and two together. "You wanted to hold my hand, right? And I just kind of… rejected you. You should've said something, dude! You have really nice hands by the way."

Stiles grabbed Jackson's hand and interlaced their fingers, smiling at him. "I'm totally down with holding hands. I'm actually a really touchy person when I want to be, which probably explains why I jerk off so much, I did it like six times yesterday- especially after the interview. God, that was torture."

Jackson's brow was raised but he did nothing to unlock their fingers. He just let out a small chuckle and smiled.

"What? Did I say something embarrassing?"

"I'm starting to believe your entire existence is embarrassing."

"You know what douchebag, I don't have to take that from you, no matter how ungodly attractive you are."

Jackson just laughed again and tugged on Stiles' hand. "C'mon. Let's go."

XoX

"You're taking me bowling?"

Jackson looked offended. "What's wrong with bowling?"

Stiles shrugged. "Nothing particularly, it just seems like a sort of teenager-y thing to me. I would've thought fancy restaurant or something."

Jackson gripped the steering wheel tighter and huffed, a glare in his eyes that Stiles couldn't see.

XoX

"This is cool," Stiles said, nodding as they walked into the bowling alley. The lights were sort of dim, some weird disco playing in the background, neon lights strobing throughout the entire alley. The pins were bright with fluorescent green, shining at the end of each lane like a beacon.

Jackson just made an off sound of agreement from beside him and began to walk in the direction of the shoe counter. Stiles watched as he walked away, wondering what the hell his sudden attitude problem was about.

Eventually they got to their own lane and they took seats. Stiles' favorite part (since he was absolute shit at bowling) was inputting their names. He put his own in first so he could have first turn while Jackson was getting them chicken tenders and soda. After his typing was done he looked down at the lane with a sullen expression- he would have fun either way, but actually being good at bowling while in a bowling alley was never a bad thing. He strode over and picked up his bright purple ball- he had picked it specifically because it was so annoyingly bright- and centered up, keeping his eye on the center pin, swinging back his arm to swing it forward and let it go.

It went straight into the gutter.

He made a grunt of annoyance and bit his lips while he waited for the ball to come back through the machine. He was hoping he could get a few points in before Jackson came back with his horrible attitude. Stiles had to say, this date wasn't going so well- it was cool at first but ever since they talked in the car it was going downhill.

He picked up his ball again when it came and went to throw it into the lane once more. It went a bit further this time down the center, but ultimately steered to the left approximately 15 years too early and went straight into the gutter.

"You kind of suck at this," he heard a voice say behind him. He turned to see Jackson with two trays of chicken tenders in one hand and two drinks in the other. Well at least he knew the guy was dexterous- which was a good thing in the fingering department.

"Thanks jackass," Stiles said, thinking to himself that he had called the man more times by insults than by his actual name. Jackson rolled his eyes and sat down their food, immediately picking up a ball and going to their lane.

What happened was almost like magic. Jackson's movements were so fluid, almost perfect- he hit a strike without even blinking. He hit another one the next time, making it look so ridiculously easy it was almost an insult.

It went on like that for the next few minutes: them intermittently eating their food and sipping their sodas whilst Stiles sucked and Jackson rocked hardcore- until something clicked in Stiles' brain.

"Holy shit you really like bowling, don't you?"

Jackson gave him a look that said that he was obviously the most mentally deficient person in the entire establishment.

"Oh fuck," Stiles said, eyes widening. "That's why you're so good at this! And that's why you've been acting all pissy! Because I totally and completely insulted what you thought would be a good idea, I rejected your date from the very beginning. I am such a huge asshole. The hugest. Literally, l-look, I'm sorry, ok? I didn't even understand what I was saying- you have to realize that I don't really have a filter and words just kind of come out whether I mean them or not. I'm really sorry for insulting you, because you're literally a god at this game, and it's a shitty thing to insult someone's hobby and thing they're good at."

Jackson considered his words for a moment before he sat his ball back down and came to sit next to Stiles, the first time they had been in close proximity all night- and it was all Stiles' fault.

"Derek said," Jackson spoke. "To pick something that we like and that we're good at because we would be ourselves if we did- and you had to make your choice based on who we were as people."

"Look," Stiles said, feeling like the biggest jackass in the world. "I'm so sor-"

"I chose bowling because a long time ago, my grandpa taught me to bowl. And he was like, amazing, better than me, better than anyone. He won so many competitions, so many events and trophies and awards and he was just amazing. He used to take me to the bowling alley every Saturday when I was a kid, and he would let me play with him. He would give me tips and pointers and strategies and I used to be so excited for Saturday to come because it meant that I could be with him."

Jackson was fiddling with his fingers while he spoke. Stiles really wanted to say something- but he knew whatever he said would only make things worse, so he let the man talk.

"He died when I was 18. Car crash. It was… horrible, to say the least. He was such a huge part of my life that I didn't know what to do- I didn't know how to cope or what to say. I didn't eat for days at a time because I just… couldn't. I don't know why. But then one day my parents drove me to the bowling alley, and once I stepped inside it was like… like all my worries were gone. He used to tell me that if I ever had problems in life to just imagine that the pins were everything bad in the world, and that I was the ball and every time I would hit a pin it would just be another obstacle under my belt. So I did that. I imagined that his death was the pins and that I was the ball and I would go bowling every day, crying while I did because I missed him so much. It became something soothing for me- it's how I remember and honor him."

Jackson looked over to see that Stiles was crying. "Oh, hey, you don't have to cry- I didn't mean to-"

"No, I'm a huge asshole, okay? I'm the worst person on this planet. All you did was try and have a nice date with me and I completely fucked you over and I'm so sorry and I don't take it to heart if you want to take me back home- I'm so, so, so sorry Jackson, I can't say it enough-"

Stiles' cries were muffled when Jackson took him into his arms, holding him tight. "Hey, it's alright, I forgive you. You're an asshole, I'm an asshole, we can both be complete douchebags together, right?"

Stiles laughed but Jackson held him until his tears subsided. He wiped his face with a napkin. Stiles looked hesitantly towards the lane then back at Jackson.

"So, um, I obviously suck at anything that involves bowling." Stiles said with a smile.

"Yeah," Jackson laughed. "You kinda do."

"Do you mind, uh," Stiles got up and grabbed his ball, going to stand in the center of the lane. He looked over his shoulder at the man that sat behind him. "You mind teaching me how to not be horrible?"

Jackson smiled after a few moments- not one of the practiced smirks Stiles had seen earlier, but a true-to-life smile with teeth and happiness and everything. And it was beautiful. Jackson came up to crowd behind him, taking his arms in his and showing him to position the ball correctly.

And for the rest of the night they bowled together, caught up in each other's happiness.

And when Jackson drove him home, Stiles kissed him for a good 15 minutes before he let him go with a smile on his face.