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      Explicit
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      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
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      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski/OMC/OMC, Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Stiles
      Stilinski/Original_Male_Character(s)
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      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Original_Male_Character(s), Sheriff
      Stilinski
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      Jobs, Anal_Sex, Rough_Sex, Double_Penetration, Barebacking, Felching,
      Comeplay, Foursome_-_M/M/M/M, Werewolf_Mates, Mates, Romance, Triplets,
      Alive_Hale_Family, Alternate_Universe_-_No_Hale_Fire
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      Published: 2013-05-25 Words: 8911
****** All Good Things Come In Threes ******
by Brego_Mellon_Nin
Summary
     He first noticed the Hale triplets in town one day while out shopping
     with his mother. They were draped all over each other at the diner
     and Stiles asked his mother about them. She told him they were Derek,
     Derrick and Deryck Hale, triplets from the Hale family who lived just
     outside of town. Her smile was radiant as she said they were ‘thick
     as thieves’ and never went anywhere without each other. She also said
     it was a twin thing, or a triplet thing, rather, like they had some
     special connection. Ever since then, Stiles has been utterly
     fascinated with them.
Notes
     I saw prompts for incest and threesomes in the Perverse Bang prompt
     post and when someone was kind enough to link a manip of Derek
     triplets, well, my muse jumped on me and started yelling
     unintelligible nonsense very excitedly. So, I decided to write this!
     ;)
     It’s for The Perverse Bang, so yeah, give up any hope of this story
     not being full of smut.
     Just for your information, Stiles is 17 years old in this one and
     thus underage in the state of California. The Hale triplets are 23
     years old. Furthermore, the Hale family is alive, and there has been
     no fire.
     Praises and hugs and kisses to my excellent pre reader nmydreamz, my
     wonderful beta Corey Smith and my ever faithful, much (MUCH!!)
     appreciated and totally irreplaceable Dragontattoo75! Love all of
     you, babes! ^_^
     Disclaimer: Nope, I don’t own Teen Wolf, I merely play in the
     sandbox...
     Warnings: Slash (boy on boy lovin’), Graphic Sexual Content and
     Underage (seeing as Stiles is 17 years old).
See the end of the work for more notes
                                      xXx
                                        
                        All Good Things Come In Threes
 
 
Playing with Derek, Derrick, and Deryck at the same time is difficult, but
Stiles never could say no to a challenge.
 
He’s sweaty and panting, thrusting back against the headboard of his poor,
creaking bed where he’s braced Derek and Derrick. It’s a tight fit and Stiles’
over stretched hole is aching in just the right way. It has taken him quite a
while to work up to this, but ever since he discovered what his dick was for,
he’s been dreaming of taking two cocks at once. Every chance he’d gotten over
the last couple of years, he’d been working on stretching himself.
 
The drag and push inside his ass is leaving him a quivering, moaning mess, and
despite the strain on his rim he can’t help but wish he could take a third.
That’d be perfect; Deryck joining the fun instead of lying on the bed besides
Stiles. He closes his eyes and lets the images flood freely. With dark hair,
stubble and bodies like something out of a wet dream, the Hale triplets are
always at the forefront of his mind. His thighs tremble with exertion and
Stiles groans, part pleasure and part frustration at not being able to get it
right!
 
He bends down and gets a grip on Deryck, sucking the tip into his mouth. The
images in his head explode in a series of vivid pictures, which makes his cock
jump and spurt pre-come. It tickles a bit as it rolls down his length in a
sticky trail.
 
He surges forward until he feels he’s about to gag and pulls back slightly,
sucking sloppily all the way. A muffled moan rips out of his throat as he
shoves himself backwards, reveling in the feeling of OH MY GOD YES, which jolts
through his body.
 
The sound of his bed hitting the wall with every violent thrust somehow drives
Stiles to fuck himself backwards even harder. He’s immensely thankful that his
dad is still at work because there’s no fucking way he’d be able to stay quiet,
even with his mouth full.
 
As expected, it only takes a few minutes more before his whole body tenses up
and spasms out of control. His brain shuts down as ecstasy erupts, flooding his
senses. Stiles lets out a sound somewhere between a moan and a shout, Deryck
slipping from his lips. When he flops down onto the mattress, he can feel the
warmth of his own come against his stomach. His legs are still twitching
sporadically and he hisses when his movement makes his spent cock drag over the
sheet. He’s always extremely sensitive right after coming.
 
Even though at this point he wants nothing more than to just sleep the rest of
the day, he knows he’ll regret it later if he doesn’t clean himself up. With a
groan he braces his knees on the bed and levers himself up. He reaches a hand
back to feel at his entrance, and Derrick is almost slipping out, so Stiles
pulls both him and Derek out carefully and dumps them onto the mattress.
 
He eyes the red, green, and blue dildos and frowns slightly. He’d be
embarrassed about naming his toys after the triplets he’s been in love with
ever since he became aware of his sexuality at twelve years of age, but, well,
the truth is, he’s done far worse, and it’s just a small indulgence, so he
allows it.
 
 
                                      xXx
 
 
While in the shower, Stiles’ thoughts slip back to where they are about sixty
percent of the time these days; the Hale triplets. They are identical, drop
dead gorgeous, and six years older than Stiles. He first noticed them in town
one day while out shopping with his mother. They were draped all over each
other at the diner and Stiles poked his mother and asked her about them. She
smiled fondly and told him they were Derek, Derrick and Deryck Hale, triplets
from the Hale family who lived just outside of town. Her smile was radiant as
she said they were ‘thick as thieves’ and never went anywhere without each
other. She also said it was a twin thing, or a triplet thing, rather, like they
had some special connection. Ever since then, Stiles has been utterly
fascinated with them.
 
He didn’t begin speaking to them until he moved into middle school, though. An
incident on the playground involving an angry Jackson and a mean, right hook
had put him on the Hale triplets’ radar, and he made sure to stay there, no
matter what idiotic stunts he had to pull.
 
He’d kept trailing around after them like a puppy until they went off to
college five years ago, and for some reason they’d let him. He’d felt so cool
hanging with them, but had a weird feeling they were holding back on him
somehow, like they were restraining themselves when playing with him, always
being careful and making measured movements. When they left for college, Stiles
had found a friend in the goofy, asthmatic but fiercely loyal Scott, getting
into loads of trouble together.
 
Said trouble was also the reason he’d gotten suspicious about the superior
athletic abilities of the Hale boys. When they came home for the summer after
their freshman year of college, Stiles had been torn between wanting to go hang
out with them or stay in his routine with Scott. In the end, the problem solved
itself, seeing as any time Stiles tried to get to them, he was thwarted by a
mob of simpering high school girls. It only took a few failed tries in order
for him to slink back to Scott and plan their next adventure instead.
 
Despite the lack of contact, the triplets managed to find him and Scott anytime
they put themselves in danger and always managed to save the day. Stiles
quickly caught on to the strength that was just a bit too much for regular
teenage boys, the slightly too realistic growling and a few times, the flashing
eyes. Stiles is not a comic book nerd for nothing, so the theories piled up
fast.
 
In the end, the most damning evidence came from an unlikely source.
 
Stiles had been trampling around in the attic, attempting to find some of his
old photo albums when he stumbled upon a box of his mother’s things. He had
avoided anything of hers since she died, but for some reason this dusty,
cardboard boxcalled to him. Inside, he found a few books on supernatural
creatures and a diary. He debated with himself for a while before he opened it,
skimming the pages. The handwriting was achingly familiar, even after the years
that had passed. About halfway in, there was an entry that made Stiles’ heart
pound frantically in his chest. His mother wrote about taking a stroll in the
forest and getting cornered by a creepy guy with claw-like nails, foul breath
and unnaturally golden eyes. Just when she’d been sure she was facing her end,
Talia Hale, the triplets’ mother, had burst through the trees, her face hairy
and her eyes a burning red.
 
The entry was long and detailed, but Stiles’ brain kept hovering around one
word, written in his mother’s elegant script.
 
Werewolf!
 
The Hales are werewolves...
 
It took a few days for Stiles to get over his shock and another few for him to
approach the triplets like usual, and if they noticed the tension, they never
said a word. They probably thought it was an argument at home or a case of him
missing his mother. It happened sometimes, still.
 
 
                                      xXx
 
 
When summer ended, they went back to college and Stiles started his last year
of middle school. The next summer, the triplets stayed at college to work and
even though they occasionally sent an email, Stiles couldn’t help but feel a
bit lonely.
 
As he was about to start his junior year in high school, the Hale boys
announced their trip to Europe, just when he’d been looking forward to them
coming home after completing college. Stiles tried not to seem too disappointed
by the fact they were once again disappearing, but with Scott’s newfound love
life, it was getting pretty empty in the Stilinski house.
 
Stiles managed, though.
 
He managed by driving a few towns over to buy dildos and literally gallons of
lube. He managed by fucking himself raw and moaning for the triplets.
 
He’d been practicing that routine ever since. The first time he’d shoved his
fingers up his ass along with a dildo was the night he’d received an email from
Derek, telling him they were taking another three months to properly enjoy
Scotland. Stiles had cursed all three of them, secretly suspecting they only
stayed to try eating a few highland cattle and flush the fur out of their
stupid werewolf teeth with whiskey afterwards!
 
When he’d walked funny the next day, his dad had sent him a few worried
glances, and Stiles had been taking care to hide his activities even more
thoroughly after that.
 
The shower splutters as the water turns cold and Stiles is brought back to the
present quite efficiently. He squeals and jumps out, arms flailing. He hadn’t
even realized he’d been in there so long the warm water had run out. He takes a
moment to glare reproachfully at the icy spray before turning it off and
grabbing for his towel to dry off.
 
 
                                      xXx
 
 
Stiles is in the middle of raiding the kitchen cabinets for hidden chocolate -
he knows the Sheriff tries to stash sweets like a drug lord with coke - when he
hears the cruiser pull into the driveway. He abandons the search and goes to
greet his dad as he slouches in the door, looking tired but oddly happy and
excited at the same time.
 
“Guess what, kid?” the Sheriff says, giving his son a crooked smile, which
instantly sets alarms off in Stiles’ head. “The Hale triplets are back in
town.”
 
Stiles tries not to react, but it’s no use, he can already feel the blush, his
cheeks heating up quickly. His dad looks torn between exasperation and
embarrassment. Whether because he’s still uncomfortable with his son reacting
to the mention of pretty guys instead of girls, or because he is getting
impatient with Stiles’ adamant refusals about having feelings for one of the
Hale boys, is unclear. It isn’t even a lie, per se, since Stiles doesn’t have
feelings for one of the Hale triplets; he’s pretty much obsessed with all
three!
 
As open minded as the Sheriff is, Stiles doubts his dad would be that
understanding.
 
Forcing his mind back to the matter at hand, Stiles arranges his face in what
he hopes is a politely interested expression.
 
“Really?” he asks, trying to sound nonchalant, “I thought they were going to
stay in Europe for a few more months?”
 
The Sheriff looks like he wants to roll his eyes, but refrains.
 
“Yeah, me too, but I ran into them at the grocery store. They’ve cut the trip
short, apparently,” his dad says, hanging up his jacket and removing the gun
belt. “I’m going over to the barbeque at Johnson’s tonight, so you could invite
them over to catch up or something. You’ll have the living room to yourselves,
so you can play that awful Gameboy thing in there...”
 
Stiles narrows his eyes, “Dad, it’s an Xbox! But sure, that would be great,
thanks.”
 
The Sheriff smiles and disappears up the stairs. A few minutes later, the
shower starts and by the lack of startled yelling, Stiles assumes the water
heater has finished filling up again. He is standing in the same spot in the
kitchen, debating whether or not to follow his dad’s advice. On one hand, he’d
really like to see the triplets, but there’s the risk of his fixation being
discovered. He’s thought about it a lot, and at this point, perhaps it would be
better to just jump into the deep end and see if he’s going to sink like a
rock. If his attraction had been so obvious that even his dad had noticed,
well, the Sheriff might be very observant, but there’s like zero chance anyone
else has seen the way Stiles reacts, right? Right, Stiles tells himself.
 
On the other hand, he isn’t really sure what he wants exactly, apart from wild
and filthy sex, and preferably lots of it. There’s just this aching yen which
hits him whenever he thinks about the Hale boys, and when he sees them, his
body goes all tingly and hot.
 
In the end, Stiles sends a text message to Derek, asking him if he and his
brothers want to come over to catch up and perhaps play some games. It only
takes a few minutes before he receives an affirmative reply.
 
All of a sudden, his stomach is full of fluttering butterflies and his brain
aides in supplying some choice images of Stiles in the middle of a Hale
sandwich. His dick reacts predictably, the damn traitor, and he skulks off to
his room to take care of it. He knows that the brothers will be able to smell
his come with their enhanced senses, but life is short and all that jazz.
Besides, their reaction to the scent ought to provide Stiles with some hint as
to whether he should abort his mission and actually tow the old Xbox down into
the living room.
 
 
                                      xXx
 
 
Stiles is placing a selection of soda cans on the coffee table in the living
room in order to keep up the pretense of only inviting the triplets over for
talking. Just then, the roar of an engine reaches his ears and when he glances
out the window, he sees the characteristic, black Camaro pulling into the
driveway. Suddenly, his cheeks heat up and his heart starts thudding in his
chest. He can’t help but wonder if the triplets can hear it from outside, if
it’ll make them suspicious about his intentions.
 
No matter what though, he is determined to give this a shot. Worst case
scenario, he is humiliated and they laugh at him. He doesn’t think they’d cut
him out of their lives for accidentally revealing his feelings, and if they do,
they aren’t the kind of friends he wants anyhow, right?
 
His thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the front door. He shakes himself
mentally and goes to let them in.
 
The brothers bustle in like they’re here every day and Stiles is hit with the
realization that, even though his imagination is vast and his memory better
than most, he did not do the Hale triplets justice in his fantasies. They have
that perfect amount of scruff, bright green eyes infused with a mesmerizing
gold sheen, and dark hair artfully ruffled. They’re all clad in dark colors as
though they’re doing some kind of lame, badass theme, which actually works for
them against all odds.
 
Most people aren’t able to tell them apart, but Stiles has had years to observe
them closely, paying more attention to detail than the majority.
 
Derek has a certain angle to one of his eyebrows and when he smiles, it’s
slightly crooked, which makes a dimple show on one side of his mouth. He always
looks grouchy and crowds instantly part for him, like an ingrained response to
the presence of a predator. Derrick is more muscular than his brothers, but
mentally he’s the softest and he’s got this permanent aura of calm and
pleasantness about him. He usually wears his hair longer than his siblings too,
and his eyebrows are so perfect, Stiles is sure he secretly tweezes them.
Deryck is more like a mischievous little brother, apart from the fact he looks
identical to his brothers. He’s very easy going and he’s already developing
crinkles in the corner of his eyes as a testimony to the ease of his smile. He
is fiercely protective though, and will turn into a furious whirlwind in two
seconds flat if someone bothers his family or friends. He’s also the only one
who will, on occasion, wear clothes of bright colors whereas his brothers
prefer darker shades.
 
Beneath the subtle differences however, they are very much one being. They
think alike in many cases, they know each other better than anyone else, and
they seem very at ease together. Stiles even heard some people in town whisper
about them being a little ‘too close, if you know what I mean?’. He feels like
he should have been concerned about that, but in reality it just turned him on
so hard, and he wanked to the image of the triplets fucking too many times to
even count.
 
He snaps out of the memory fest and tunes back into the present, where Derrick
is coming in for a hug. It’s a bone crunching one, like always, and Stiles
can’t help the usual chuckle. He missed these guys so freaking much!
 
“Missed you guys! Welcome back,” he says, patting Derrick on the back.
 
Deryck throws him a big grin, “We’d say we missed you too, but we wereso busy!”
 
Stiles flips him off before reeling Derek in.
 
Once they’ve all had a big hug, which he suspects is some wolfy craving, Stiles
walks towards the living room, babbling about school and lacrosse, trying to
calm his frantically beating heart. He pauses though, when he sees the triplets
saunter over to the stairs and up. He scrambles to follow, because he is not
missing their reaction when they enter his room, which is probably still rife
with the scent of his sweat and come.
 
He half-runs through the door frame and then comes to screeching halt. It’s
even better than he’d dared to hope for.
 
Derek is standing by the desk, body stiff as a board, his hands clenched. His
eyes are way more golden than they were two minutes ago. Derrick has this deer-
in-the-headlights look on his face, his eyes flickering between green and gold.
Deryck looks torn between anger and bliss, which is a weird combination to say
the least.
 
Perhaps he should have aired out his room a little bit between the last two
fuck sessions. He just wanted to make sure they knew what he’d done in here.
There was no way of knowing if they’d ever thought about him in the past as
anything more than an annoying kid who followed them around, almost like a
bothersome little brother. So, he decided this would work well as a test of
sorts. In any case, it’d make them think of Stiles and sex, or Stiles having
sex, which is what he wanted in the first place.
 
Clearly, that part of the plan succeeded very well.
 
Stiles can feel the blush coming on fast, his cheeks heating up and his pulse
beating away. When he dares to look a little lower, he sees obvious bulges
straining in all three brothers’ jeans and it makes him want to sing for joy,
or fall to his knees and beg to be fucked in both ends... whichever!
 
As it is, a small noise escapes him against his will and the triplets turn as
one to look at him. A strained silence reigns for a few moments before Deryck
seems to shake himself and force a smile upon his face.
 
“Did you get a girlfriend, Stiles?” he asks, trying to sound unconcerned, but
the harsh lines around his mouth betrays his feelings. Stiles’ stomach
instantly drops right out of him. Oh shit! They think he had someone up here?
That he had sex and then invited them to the ‘scene of the crime’ without even
airing out the room? Fuck! This was so not the message he wanted to send! Quite
the opposite, in fact.
 
Stiles clears his throat, desperately trying to think of a way to salvage the
situation.
 
“No! I didn’t... I don’t... Fuck! I’m gay, alright? And no one’s been up here
except me,” he squeaks, face beet red. He had hoped to present a more confident
image, not something similar to a frightened teenage girl.
 
Deryck looks gobsmacked for a few seconds and then his expression morphs into a
genuine smile. Derrick shoves his brother while pointedly clearing his throat,
as Derek throws a glare into the mix. Their interactions are so familiar and it
calms Stiles’ nerves. Suddenly, he’s not so nervous and the arousal he’d felt
earlier is returning with a vengeance. He’d gotten the reaction he’d hoped for,
and they all responded to the smell in his room. Now’s the time to jump into
the deep end, so to speak.
 
With a raised eyebrow, Stiles lets his gaze drag obviously downward, eyeing the
still prominent bulges in the brothers’ groin areas.
 
“You guys need help with those?” he quips, letting his lips curl into a crooked
smile. He doesn’t overdo it though, since he doesn’t want them to think he’s
kidding.
 
They all stare at him as if they’re just waiting for him to double over
laughing and point amocking finger at them. When he doesn’t, their expressions
turn predatory and for once it’s Derek who steps forward, first. He licks his
lips and gives Stiles a once over.
 
“We’re a package deal,” he says, looking like he’s not sure he should be
looking forward to, or fearing, Stiles’ reaction to his words.
 
Pulling his shirt over his head in one quick yank, Stiles says, “Good! I wanna
get fucked by all three of you!”
 
He barely gets half a breath in before he’s been tackled to the bed, an ‘oomph’
escaping when he lands on the mattress with three heavy werewolves in a pile on
top of him. There’s a low growl and he can feel hands everywhere, a tongue on
his neck and teeth nipping on his shoulder.
 
His body is sizzling with sensations, tingles running up and down his spine
when the triplets’ hands roam all over him, tugging a nipple and scratching
through his happy trail. Someone bites his earlobe and Stiles moans loudly.
This is all he’s ever dreamed of; too many hands to keep track of and lips and
teeth everywhere, licking and biting.
 
Determined to have more of his fantasy realized, Stiles twists around and grabs
a hold of a triplet, pushing him onto his back. A quick look tells him it’s
Derek and Stiles scrambles on top of him, pulling at his shirt. All three
brothers immediately strip off their shirts and Derrick and Deryck proceed to
shed their jeans as well, seeing as they’re not trapped under an eager
teenager. Meanwhile, Stiles is kissing and licking his way down Derek’s
impressive, muscled chest, fumbling with the zipper on the werewolf’s trousers.
Derek is groaning and his brothers’ hands keep running from Stiles’ shoulders
down his back to grab at his ass. Once, a few fingers even graze his entrance,
making him shudder and whine. God, he’s so fucking ready for this!
 
As soon as Stiles yanked Derek’s jeans and underwear down, he’s presented with
another wonder of the Hale genes. When freed, Derek’s thick, red cock slaps
down on his stomach with an audible smack. Stiles crawls up to get a taste and
a thrill runs through him when he sees the werewolf is uncut. Perhaps he should
have expected that, but to be honest, it’s not even really something he gave a
lot of thought. He is cut himself, he never got a choice in the matter and
quite frankly it annoys him a great deal. The guys with foreskin seem to have a
whole, extra dimension to the sex thing, at least in some aspects.
 
Either way, it’s something new to Stiles and he gets up close and personal with
Derek’s cock to investigate. When he grabs the werewolf’s erection and gives it
a tentative pull, he’s surprised by how different it is. His hand glides a lot
easier, even without lube and Stiles uses his fingers to push the foreskin
back, revealing the broad head of Derek’s dick. Feeling the urge to taste,
Stiles bends his head and sucks the tip into his mouth. He swirls his tongue,
hitting the sensitive areas as the flavor explodes in his mouth. It’s
definitely not lollipop material, but it’s strangely appealing all the same.
Stiles hums around his mouthful, using some creative techniques to play with
the excess skin. Judging by the sounds, Derek is enjoying it as well.
 
Derrick and Deryck seem mesmerized by the sight of Stiles sucking off their
brother. They stay seated next to them, their rigid erections the only sign
they might not becompletely happy just watching.
 
Stiles is anxious to get on with the program, so he crawls further up Derek’s
body, leaning in for a kiss. Despite the fact he’s already had his mouth on a
cock, this is the first kiss he’s received. It’s soft and gentle, but there’s a
hunger simmering under the surface which makes it all the more delicious. Using
his teeth to nip softly at Derek’s bottom lip, Stiles pulls back and reaches
for the drawer in his bedside table. He grabs the lube, dumping it onto the
mattress. With impatient movements, he coats the panting werewolf’s cock
liberally with lube. No reason to use too little, since he’s not exactly sure
how this is going to go. With three werewolves in his bed, things could quickly
venture off script.
 
He barely hears Derrick whimper, he’s so occupied settling himself above Derek,
but when he simply reaches back and lines Derek’s cock up, there’s a sharp
whine from the larger brother. Stiles jerks in surprise and in the meantime,
Deryck seems to have pulled himself out of his stupor.
 
“Stiles, aren’t you gonna stretch yourself?” the third brother asks in a
concerned voice.
 
Stiles merely shakes his head.
 
“No, I’m still stretched from earlier. Don’t try to tell me you didn’t smell
what I’d been up to as soon as you walked in the door!”
 
Derek groans from under him and grits out, “We knew it smelled like sex, but
not what you’d been up to precisely. How would we know?”
 
It’s then that Stiles remembers he’s not supposed to know they are werewolves,
so he lets it go.
 
“Right, of course,” he mumbles and then, putting an end to the conversation, he
lowers himself down onto Derek’s cock. It’s a tight fit and he moans loudly as
he’s stretched wide, the familiar and much loved sting making Stiles’ own cock
ooze a drop of pre-come. Derek curses wildly, his hands clenched in the sheets
and his thighs trembling, presumably from holding himself back from thrusting
up into Stiles.
 
Sweat is rolling down his back as Stiles rides Derek hard, both of them making
sounds Stiles has only heard before in porn. His hole has adjusted to the size
of Derek’s dick and he’s already on the verge of needing more. Fuck, he really
is a little cock-hungry slut, isn’t he?
 
He blindly reached out and grabs Derrick, yanking him forward.
 
“Come here,” Stiles pants, “Wanna suck you!”
 
Derrick complies quickly, his impressive cock bobbing in front of Stiles’ face
almost before he can finish taking a breath. Having always loved being full in
both ends, Stiles instantly nuzzles into the werewolf’s crotch, licking his
balls before wetting a broad stripe up the length of his cock, sucking it in.
He’s practiced deep throating on his dildos so he valiantly tries to take it
all, but all three brothers seems to have dicks which are thicker than your
average dildo. He gets almost all the way down and then has to give up due to
the girth of his mouthful.
 
It seems like his technique makes up for it, though, and Derrick throws his
head back, mouth slack in pleasure. Little whimpers escape and he looks so lost
and almost vulnerable that it makes some protective instinct flare up in
Stiles. Even three such powerful guys need someone to take care of them and he
wants more than anything to be that one.
 
“Holy fuck, your mouth!” Derrick groans, hips stuttering slightly.
 
Stiles tilts his head and sucks harder, looking up at the second brother from
under his lashes. Derek whines under him and bucks his hips up, hitting Stiles’
sweet spot. He cries out, a trail of drool running from the corner of his mouth
and down Derrick’s erection. The werewolf growls at that, his hips punching
forward hard enough to make Stiles choke a little. He doesn’t pull off though,
and seeing as it would seem Derrick likes wet blowjobs, he makes sure to let a
little extra saliva escape.
 
With all the sensations jolting through his body, the push and pull of their
combined rhythm, Stiles is so close to the edge he needs to do something if he
doesn’t want to come right away.
 
The solution presents itself, when Deryck whines pitifully from beside him.
Stiles’ head snaps up, letting Derrick’s dick fall from his lips with a soft
pop and he takes in the sight. Deryck is sitting on his haunches, a hand curled
around his erection, but not doing anything. It’s like he wants to touch
himself, but is waiting to get a chance at whatever it is they’re doing here.
 
Stiles licks his lips and looks Deryck straight in the eye.
 
“Get back there and fuck me too!” he orders.
 
Deryck’s eyes widen comically and he gapes, but remains where he is. If
anything, he moved a bit further away, as if to avoid temptation. Stiles
snorts.
 
“Come on, Deryck! I prepped myself with two dildos in my ass thinking about you
guys, so would you just get on with it!”
 
The triplets all make a high pitched keening at that and Derek shoves his hips
up hard, causing Stiles to yell out and dig his nails into the firm abs his
hands are resting on. Deryck scrambles back, settling in between Derek’s legs
and soon Stiles feels a finger at his rim, testing and probing. He wants it so
much it’s like a physical ache and he pushes back, moaning. Both Derek and
Deryck whimper as the tip of the finger slips past the tight muscle.
 
“Please, fuck me!” Stiles begs, glancing back over his shoulder at the werewolf
seated behind him. Immediately, the finger disappears and it’s only a few
seconds before another slick cock is lined up at his entrance, pushing at his
rim. His arms give out and he slumps down on top of Derek with a groan as
Deryck presses forward. The burn is more prominent and Stiles turns his head
and bites into Derek’s chest in an effort to relieve the tension and also
because he has an oral fixation. So sue him, he likes having things in his
mouth! Derek growls and tenses beneath him as if he’s struggling to stay still.
 
Deryck’s hand is a warming comfort, rubbing up and down Stiles’ back as he
slides in slowly. It feels so much more intense than what he’s ever managed to
simulate with the toys, and he hisses and curses.
 
“Oh fucking fuck! Don’t stop, holy shit! Oh my God, I can’t even... So big,
you’re so big!”
 
In front of him Derrick twitches restlessly and Stiles leans forward and uses a
hand to pull the werewolf forward so he can reach. It places Derrick with his
crotch practically on top of his brother’s face and as Stiles resumes licking
and sucking, he sees Derek’s pink tongue sweep out to caress Derrick’s balls.
It prompts a surprisingly heavy jolt of arousal to shoot through Stiles’ body
and he moans helplessly at the sight.
 
Just as he bottoms out, Deryck bends so his body is plastered along Stiles’
back. The werewolf mouths sloppily at the back of his neck, whimpering softly
as he tentatively pulls back a little and thrusts back in. All Stiles’ nerves
light up in a truly spectacular way and he flat out wails, his face scrunched
up and his nails dragging over Derek’s chest, leaving red lines in their wake.
Both brothers freeze instantly and Stiles groans in frustration, once again
leaving Derrick’s dick in order to communicate.
 
“Keep going, this is literally a dream come true for me! Don’t you dare stop!”
he half whines, half commands, shoving back to force them deeper.
 
Suddenly, it’s like their restraint is broken and with a snarl, Derek punches
his hips up at the exact same time Deryck thrusts in. The effect is mind-
blowing and Stiles is pretty sure he blacks out for a second.
 
Soon it’s a mess of moaning and whining, two cocks pounding into Stiles’ ass
and he fucking loves it! It’s like all the Christmases and birthdays he’s ever
experienced wrapped into one, sprinkled with a huge helping of sexy. The kind
of sexy which makes pornstars look like boring old spinsters!
 
He goes back to licking at Derrick’s cock, which is leaking pre-come copiously.
Stiles lets it mix with his saliva and uses it to keep the blowjob wet and
filthy. It’s hard to concentrate on the finer points of technique when he’s
being pounded to what feels like within an inch of his life. He feels like he
should get points for trying, though.
 
Derek curls an arm around Stiles and pulls him down to suck on his collarbones
and nip at the delicate skin on his neck. Stiles whimpers at the added
sensations and turns to plant kisses on any part of Derek he can reach. He
hears a growl from above and feels Deryck’s grip tighten, his thrusts picking
up speed and intensity. Derek rumbles dangerously in answer and increases his
force and tempo as well. It’s like their wolfy instincts are getting them
confused, attempting to make them fight each other for the right to Stiles.
Which is not okay at this point.
 
It feels like he’s about to rip apart at the seams and he’s way past being able
to talk coherently at this point. The only sound which escapes is breathy
little ‘Oh, oh, oh!’s, his body rocking back and forth with the power or the
werewolves’ bucking hips. He’s sure that if it wasn’t for the edge of pain
still present, he would have come by now, cock untouched.
 
When Deryck clamps his teeth into Stiles’ shoulder, he rolls his head to the
side in a clearly submissive gesture. The response he gets is a loud whine and
Deryck’s rhythm falters, his thrusts becoming irregular.
 
“I’m close,” Deryck whimpers, voice trembling, “Do you want me to come on your
back or?”
 
“No!” Stiles exclaims hastily, “Come inside me! Please.”
 
Deryck mutters a ‘fuck’ and picks up his pace even more.
 
Finally, he rams in deep and stills, his body shuddering. Stiles twists to kiss
the side of his face, ignoring the golden, glowing eyes.
 
Derek keeps going and when his brother slips out and rolls off to the side,
Stiles whines at the loss. He quickly gives Derrick a shove in the right
direction, but the werewolf gives Stiles an incredulous look.
 
“You sure you want to-”
 
Stiles interrupts him viciously, his patience non-existent at this point.
 
“Yes, I’m fucking sure, just get your cock in my ass now!”
 
Derrick chuckles and gives Stiles’ ass a stinging slap.
 
“So demanding! Knew you’d be a sassy smartass, even while getting fucked!”
 
Before Stiles can even muster up enough brainpower to formulate a reply,
Derrick is behind him and forcibly shoves his throbbing, hard cock in. Stiles
is propelled forward, collapsing onto Derek once more, moaning obscenely.
 
As Derrick punches into him at an insane speed, Stiles’ brain keeps going in a
loop between Holy fuck, this is too much! and Oh God, not enough, give me more!
His own cock is being dragged and pushed across Derek’s abs and he’s so close
it’s almost like a tiny orgasm every time they ram into him.
 
There’s no cock in front of him to keep his mouth busy, so instead, he attacks
Derek’s nipples, licking and sucking and biting. The werewolf yells at the
first contact and then hisses, like he’s too sensitive to be able to manage
more sensory input.
 
“Shit, Stiles, you’re unbelievable,” Derek groans, tangling his fingers in
Stiles’ hair, scratching his scalp lightly. To retaliate, Stiles traps a nipple
between his teeth and tugs. The werewolf swears and his whole body convulses as
he thrusts up hard and comes, deep inside.
 
Derrick rumbles and slows down a bit as Derek squirms under them. Once again,
Stiles feels the loss when one of the two cocks in his ass slips free, but he
doesn’t have long to fret over it, before Derrick shoves him face first into
the mattress and swiftly increases his speed again. Within a few moments,
Stiles is hanging on for dear life as the werewolf pounds into him like there’s
no tomorrow. He’s sure he won’t be able to sit for days, but it’s so fucking
worth it!
 
Tears are gathering at the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming sensations
tearing through his body, when Stiles feels a warm hand cup his cheek. He opens
his eyes to see Derek’s face inches from his own. The werewolf looks a little
concerned, so Stiles offers him a distracted smile and reaches a hand up to
bury it in the soft, dark hair. He pulls Derek down for a kiss and one turns
into many as Derrick moans and growls above them. In the middle of an intense
kiss, Derek startles and whines into Stiles’ mouth. The teen’s eyes snap open
and he sees the werewolf looking down his own body, so he lets his eyes follow
and promptly chokes on the tongue still in his mouth. Deryck has crawled across
Derek’s legs and is busy licking his brother’s lube and come covered cock
clean.
 
The sight causes Stiles’ abs to clench involuntarily and his dick jumps,
spewing pre-come, which goes everywhere since Derrick’s pounding rhythm keeps
rocking him back and forth. For some reason, seeing the brothers being intimate
really turns him on and he nearly comes just from watching Deryck lick and suck
at his brother. Derek’s cock is still soft, but it twitches valiantly when a
hot spot is hit and if he’s not mistaken, it’s actually swelling slightly
already. The werewolves notice him watching and Derek leans in to bite at
Stiles’ lower lip, arching his hips up. Deryck sticks his tongue out, making an
obscene show of licking his brother’s balls, sucking one into his mouth with a
blissful look on his face. Stiles whimpers and drops his head to the pillow.
 
Stiles can feel his release nearing, the warmth rapidly building deep in his
gut as Derrick manages to hit all the right spots on every thrust. He pulls
back from kissing Derek to take some huge gulping breaths. He’s already feeling
a little lightheaded and his fingers and toes are tingling. Derrick is panting
above him, growling low. Their rhythm hits a peak and suddenly, the tension in
Stiles’ body draws together and explodes in a wave of ecstasy. His whole body
is shaking and a shout tears out of him, his cock jerking and shooting strings
of come onto the sheets beneath him.
 
As Stiles’ inner muscles constrict around Derrick’s dick, the werewolf roars
and lunges forward, wrapping his arms around the teenager in a crushing
embrace. He keeps moving his hips in small twitches as he rides out his own
orgasm and Stiles whines at the continued stimulation.
 
Eventually, they slump down into the sheets and Stiles would totally complain
about lying in his own wet spot, if he wasn’t so blissed out. It doesn’t take
long for the weight of Derrick on his back to become too much, so he lazily
raises an arm and pokes the werewolf.
 
“Get off, you’re heavy,” he grumbles into the pillow.
 
Derrick sighs and rolls off to the side, making Stiles hiss as his now flaccid
cock slips free. There’s a considerable throbbing in his ass and there’s no
doubt it will be a challenge sitting down for a few days. For some reason it
only makes Stiles smile, a big and goofy grin.
 
He’s interrupted in his precious afterglow by a pitiful whine and a finger
traveling up his perineum, pushing into his hole. When he manages the herculean
effort of raising his head so he can look over his shoulder, he sees all three
brothers sitting with identical pouts, staring at his ass. Derek is the one
with the courageous finger and Stiles quirks an eyebrow at him. It only makes
the werewolf frown and retreat, his pout morphing into honest to God puppy
eyes, complete with a quivering bottom lip. Stiles snorts and is about to make
a snarky comment when he feels a trail of sticky come leak out of his hole.
Then it dawns on him, werewolves probably have some weird breeding instincts,
which tell them it’s important to keep their semen inside their mate. It might
not be applicable here, but the urge may still be very pressing for the
triplets.
 
Since he’s such an accommodating guy, Stiles gets up on all fours with a sigh
and crawls up his bed until he reaches the bedside table. From the drawer, he
pulls a black buttplug and with practiced movements, he inserts it. All three
brothers look at him with wide eyes, still sitting at the foot of the bed.
Stiles throws them a crooked smile and laughs.
 
“Like you weren’t thinking it!” he teases.
 
Derek scowls, Derrick chuckles and Deryck blushes, but no one objects.
 
Stiles plops down on the mattress and pulls his blanket up before making grabby
hands at the triplets. Within a few seconds he’s sandwiched in between the
three brothers, cocooned in the warmth of their bodies. He notices that they
all make sure to have skin on skin contact with him at all times, and he can’t
help the happy smile spreading on his face.
 
He’s already drifted half to sleep when Derek rumbles contentedly and licks his
neck. Stiles laughs and mumbles, “Werewolves are weird!”
 
The reaction he receives would have been the appropriate response to a bomb
alarm. Derrick yells and falls off the bed with a thump. Deryck utters a sound
that is reminiscent of a strangled bark and is off the bed and backed all the
way into the corner before Stiles can even blink. Derek is frozen, but his
expression is one of disbelief, dread and hurt. Like he’s sure Stiles is about
to whip out the big guns to mow them all down. Not that he’d have anyidea how
to eliminate even a single werewolf, let alone three!
 
He would have liked to be able to say he handled it sensibly and with
consideration, but the picture the triplets present is quite hilarious. Instead
of trying to calm them down, Stiles breaks into loud guffaws. He laughs until
tears are streaming down his face and the brothers are looking at him with
similar, disgruntled expressions.
 
“I’m sorry,” he gasps out, “I didn’t mean to spring it on you guys like this, I
swear! I’ve known for a long time and I figured if we ever did become... um,
close, you’d tell me yourselves at some point.”
 
He sees Deryck throw his brothers a glance that seems to convey ‘I told you
so!’, but Derek merely growls in answer and a part of the tension in the
werewolf’s body loosens. Seizing the chance, Stiles snuggles up to Derek, who
had pulled back to the edge of the mattress in his distress and sighs.
 
“I don’t mind! I actually think it’s pretty cool and I really wanna learn more
about werewolves. Hey, is it true you guys mate for life?” Stiles asks
excitedly.
 
Derek snorts and wraps strong arms back around him, while Derrick chuckles as
he flops down on the other side of Stiles.
 
It’s Deryck who answers, “Yes, we do mate for life, but can we talk about this
stuff later? I really want a nap!”
 
Stiles squirms because he never could let anything go.
 
“But, is it like, predestined or do you choose yourself or? How come none of
you are mated?”
 
“It’s not predestined,” Derek rumbles from where he’s got his face smashed into
Stiles’ neck, “We can choose, but there are instincts which tell us who’ll be
more suitable.” He sighs and continues, “As for why none of us have a mate...
Well, we all found our ideal mate early on and it caused quite a commotion in
our pack, seeing as it’s one and the same person.”
 
Stiles’ stomach does a weird somersault and he forgets to breathe for a while.
He’s sure they can hear his heart-rate skyrocketing out of control, but there’s
nothing he can do about it. He always wondered why they let him tag along when
they were younger. Why they never complained about having to put up with him
and his overactive brain. Was it because they knew something he didn’t? Because
of these werewolf mating instincts?
 
“Uh,” he squeaks, “I hate to be presumptuous, but are you talking about me,
here? Because if you’re not, let me tell you, it’s really rude talking about
your soulmate to the guy you just fucked sideways!”
 
All three of them growl, an almost subsonic sound vibrating in his chest, and
suddenly they’re all really, really close, pawing at him once again.
 
“We are,” Derek grumbles, “...talking about you, I mean. Now shut up and
sleep!”
 
A smug smile creeps across Stiles’ face and he does nothing to stop it. This
might look super weird from the outside, but from his vantage point, it’s all
freaking awesome! It’s not everyday he finds out not only is his deepest,
darkest fantasy going to come true, but his fucked up feelings are also
reciprocated in full. Beyond full! He’s got three werewolves wishing to devote
themselves to him for the rest of their lives. Holy fuck!
 
Stiles burrows deeper into the embrace of the brothers as a thought strikes
him.
 
“Hey, perhaps you could fuck me while you’re wolfed out sometime!” he exclaims.
 
There’s a collective whine from the triplets and someone cuffs him on the head.
 
“Sleep!” they order and Stiles huffs a quick laugh and settles down, twisting
around to give them all a soft goodnight kiss.
 
 
                                      xXx
 
 
A wandering hand wakes Stiles up. He grunts in surprise, half sitting up in an
attempt to figure out what’s happening. It’s dark, but the clock on his bedside
table tells him it’s only just past nine p.m. The moon throws a faint, silver
glow through the window, enabling Stiles to see his surroundings. Deryck is
behind him, running his hand down Stiles’ lower back, across his buttocks and
then a few fingers trail into the cleft. The werewolf pushes on the base of the
plug, jostling it. Stiles moans quietly, pushing back against the fingers.
 
“Whassat?” Derrick mumbles as his head pops up from behind Derek. He takes a
good sniff and then freezes. A wicked smile forms on his face and he whispers,
“Oh...”
 
Stiles looks between all three brothers, not fully awake yet.
 
“What?” he asks blearily.
 
Deryck leans in close and bites at Stiles’ earlobe while his fingers grip the
base of the buttplug and tug gently on it.
 
“Don’t you think we should take this out now?” he inquires, voice husky and
low.
 
That’s all it takes for Stiles to snap to attention, his cock twitching with
interest.
 
“Um, sure?”
 
A hand urges him until he’s on the mattress, face down, and Deryck settles
between his legs. Derek and Derrick are sitting on each side of him, watching
hungrily.
 
The fingers holding onto the plug pull steadily, pausing when Stiles tenses a
bit. Right away, Derek’s warm hand starts caressing Stiles’ back in soothing
patterns and he relaxes, the wide part of the plug passing by the muscle
easily. As soon as it’s free, he can feel the come trickling out, sticky drops
rolling along his perineum and onto his balls. Before he’s able to grumble a
complaint about his already ruined sheets, a warm tongue is there, swiping
across his hole. Stiles shouts in surprise, the noise morphing into a moan when
Deryck shoves in, licking up the come he can reach. Using a pillow to prop
himself up, Stiles twists his neck until he can see what’s going on. When
Deryck pulls back, his chin decorated with pearly white, Derek leans in and
licks Stiles’ balls in swift strokes before moving up and eating the come right
out of his ass. Derrick whines and actually fucking headbutts his brother to
get a go himself.
 
“Oh my... fucking God!” Stiles moans. “You three... oh yes... are killing me! I
can’t... fuck! I can’t believe this... Shit, I’m gonna explode! Literally!”
 
Someone chuckles - and by God, if Stiles ever finds out who, he is going to get
revenge - but a hand sneaks under his belly to grab his cock, stroking it
leisurely. They continue to suck and lick at him, even delivering the
occasional bite to his ass cheeks until he’s almost sobbing with it. Then, they
flip him over and Derek swoops down to suck his dick as Deryck and Derrick
abuse his nipples. Stiles is pretty sure his brain has melted into goo at this
point, the pleasure tearing through him uncontrolled. He comes in an
embarrassingly short time and Derek swallows it all down, licking his lips
afterward with a triumphant expression. Derrick growls and launches forward,
grabbing his brother’s face and clashing their mouths together. The kiss turns
open-mouthed and filthy real fast and Stiles groans, his spent cock twitching
feebly. It looks like Derrick is trying his very best to suck the come back out
of his brother’s mouth, both of them whining into it. When Derrick pulls back,
he sighs and grumbles about not getting enough of a taste. Both Derrick and
Deryck pout until Stiles reminds them they can have as much as they want. He
just needs a little time to recuperate.
 
They’re all well on their way to the land of dreams when Stiles jerks awake
with an “Oh my God!”
 
Three sets of golden eyes focus on him immediately and he continues, “What
about my dad? Do you wanna leave before he gets home?”
 
He tries not to sound needy.
 
The triplets glance at each other, performing some kind of silent communication
for a few moments.
 
“Well, if you want us out,” Derrick says, his tone hesitant, “but we don’t mind
either way.”
 
Stiles looks back and forth between them and finally smiles, snuggling back
into the sheets.
 
“Okay, stay then,” he mumbles. The werewolves settle in around him again and
someone nuzzles their nose in behind his ear, licking a stripe across the
delicate skin there.
 
“Weirdos,” Stiles grumbles, trying to hide his stupid smile.
 
 
                                      xXx
                                        
                                        
As it turns out, Stiles had not needed to worry so much about his father’s
reaction to his attraction to the triplets. When the Sheriff comes home after
the barbeque and pops his head into his son’s room to say goodnight, he’s met
with the sight of three Hale boys wrapped around Stiles like very clingy koala
babies. Very big, mean looking koala babies.
 
He mutters, “I don’t wanna know!” and retreats.
 
Next morning his dad wakes all four of them up to the smell of pancakes and
bacon. Stiles attempts to nag him about the unhealthy choice of food, mostly in
order to get the attention away from himself. The Sheriff merely gives him a
sharp look and asks if he should be hauling his son’s bedfellows in for a nice,
little interrogation about sex with underaged boys. Stiles instantly clamps his
mouth shut; he knows a lost battle when he sees one. He’s turning eighteen in a
few months, anyway.
 
The Sheriff may make some thinly veiled threats involving his gun, but he
doesn’t forbid Stiles from seeing the triplets. Nor does he express any real
discomfort with Stiles’ choice of boyfriends, which is a real surprise.
 
When Stiles has said goodbye to the Hale boys with an awkward, four-way hug and
various kisses, he goes back inside. He kind of expects his dad to start the
safe sex and alternative lifestyle preaching, but the Sheriff merely smiles a
little hesitantly and asks who’s going to make dinner.
 
 
                                      xXx
                                        
                                        
It takes awhile for the citizens of Beacon Hills to get used to seeing the Hale
triplets draped all over Stiles. The town enjoys gossip after all. Eventually,
it’s just a part of the scenery, though. They no longer draw any attention when
all four of them walk down the main street, go grocery shopping or have lunch
at the diner together.
 
Whenever the Hales are having a get-together or party, they send an invite for
Stiles and sometimes his dad, too. When there’s a barbeque at the Stilinski
household, the Sheriff automatically invites Derek, Derrick and Deryck, all in
one go.
 
They might not fit into any norms, but they make it work. ‘Normal’ is hugely
overrated anyway, or so Stiles thinks.
 
 
                                  ~ The End ~
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