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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale/
      Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall
  Additional Tags:
      Spoilers, Season/Series_02_Spoilers, Crack, Humor, Threesome_-_M/M/M,
      Friends_to_Lovers, Romantic_Friendship, Pack_Dynamics, Male_Slash,
      Underage_Sex, Claiming, Marking, Scent_Marking, Possessive_Behavior, PWP,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Canon
  Series:
      Part 1 of Blood_Red_and_Cyan-Eyed
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-08-08 Words: 3276
****** As Expected ******
by Ebyru
Summary
     It all starts with Derek and Stiles – like you’d expect it to.
     Someone walks in on them in a compromising position and decides not
     to flee.
     Excerpt: "Nose pressed to the hollow of Stiles’s hip, he takes in the
     smell, the taste – when he flicks his tongue out tentatively – and
     the feel of how weak Stiles’s body truly is. No wonder Scott can’t
     keep away from Allison."
Notes
     This was beta-read by the very nice missykitkat on tumblr.
     This is the first of many, many uncommon slash stories from this
     'verse. It's kind of a season 2 fix-it 'verse. This one revolves
     around the episode with the ice rink (3 I believe). :)
     Next up is Isaac/Jackson/Stiles.
See the end of the work for more notes
It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, a brush of a shoulder, but Derek
could smell the new Betas all over Stiles. The ice of the rink couldn’t even
mask it. They made him smell like human cat-nip; something Derek doesn’t want
to admit aloud.
 
---
 
Derek blames it on Stiles when Stiles asks what’s gotten into the Alpha. He
says Stiles is part of the pack, but let lesser wolves mark him before the
Alpha could. That could be the reason behind it actually.
Marking. Scenting.
Derek has always wanted to possess Stiles; treat him like a precious jewel,
something breakable and priceless.
“What do you mean mark? Did they pee on my stuff or something?” Stiles asks,
incredulous.
“They touched you. Put their smell all over your clothes.” Stiles swallows.
“Stay still,” Derek commands.
That is the only real warning Stiles gets before Derek presses him down into
his own bed, pushing Stiles’s legs apart and breathing in the stench of teenage
hormones. Derek doesn’t miss anything about being sixteen, except maybe these
smells.
Stiles grips his blanket, but doesn’t try to escape; he moves into it, moving
his groin closer to Derek’s face, offering himself so easily it makes Derek
salivate.
“Off,” Derek orders, his eyes flashing red.
Stiles rips off his shirt and throws it across his bedroom, struggling with the
buckle of his pants afterward.
“Stop,” Derek growls. He carefully unbuttons Stiles’s pants and slides them
down to his ankles, trapping Stiles’s legs.
Nose pressed to the hollow of Stiles’s hip, he takes in the smell, the taste –
when he flicks his tongue out tentatively – and the feel of how weak Stiles’s
body truly is. No wonder Scott can’t keep away from Allison.
He laps at Stiles’s hardening cock through the thin cotton of his briefs,
sniffing him like a rabid dog, needing everything from Stiles. Luckily, his
Betas didn’t touch any of these parts, but Derek wants to mark them all the
same. Stiles shivers, whimpers Derek’s name, unknowingly encouraging Derek to
taste more of what he craves.
Derek doesn’t even command this time, just uses a single claw to shred through
the cotton. Stiles’s erection bobs in front of Derek’s face, and it takes all
of Derek’s humanity not to sink down on it and force Stiles to spill down his
throat.
That’s for later.
Pushing Stiles legs apart as wide as his tangled pants will allow, Derek plants
Stiles’s feet flat on the bed, rumbling with anxious energy. Stiles sits up at
that, reaching out to touch Derek’s shoulder, to stop him from going too far.
“W-what are you doing?”
Derek looks up slowly, giving Stiles his best bedroom eyes. Stiles shivers; it
works. “Just relax, Stiles. I’m not going to take your virginity tonight.”
“Oh, oka- wait! Tonight? Meaning you will sometime in the future?”
Baring his teeth, Derek’s eyes flash red again. “Yes. Now, relax.”
Surprisingly, Stiles does. He lies back and leaves his legs spread wide for
Derek. Obedient like he’s never been in the past. Sex does that to some people.
Derek’s tongue trails across each of Stiles’s thighs, feeling the twitch of
every muscle and the beads of sweat slowly forming on Stiles’s pale skin. He
stops at the base of Stiles’s cock, contemplates swallowing like he wants to,
but decides against it. Instead, Derek licks one time firmly from base to tip,
gathering as much pre-come as he can on his tongue.
He dribbles it onto his index finger, almost upset that he can’t enjoy it, and
rubs it against Stiles’s untouched entrance.
“Whoa!” Stiles squeaks. “I thought-”
“I’m not,” Derek corrects, his finger circling the ring of muscles gently. It
relaxes under his touch, and he presses in slowly. Stiles lets out a soft sigh.
“Good boy.”
Stiles clenches around Derek again, but eases open the next second at Derek’s
hushed murmurs. He’s so willing to let go of control for Derek; it’s
intoxicating. Derek’s finger slides in further, curling and feeling all of the
heat inside of Stiles, searching for the single most –
“Fuck, yes.” Stiles arches, his jeans falling to the floor, his belt tinkling,
and his eyes squeezed tightly shut.
“You like that?” It’s rhetorical more than anything, but Derek knows Stiles
won’t pass up the chance to answer.
“Oh my god, yes. More, please.”
So polite along with obedient. Derek could get addicted to this. To himlike
this.
Derek obliges though, pressing in, and in, until Stiles is loosening right up,
and moaning at Derek’s steady pace. Derek slides his fingers out and sucks on
them, gets them wet enough to drip onto Stiles’s bedspread, and eases them back
in. Stiles can’t wait, feeling empty and greedy for more, so he pushes his body
towards them, making Derek’s fingers bury deep inside of his entrance, flush
against his prostate.
“Ah! Derek. Derek, please. Don’t – don’t-”
“Don’t what? Move? Stop?” Derek teases, wiggling his fingers at that same spot.
Stiles clenches, fighting to keep them there. He trembles with the pleasure of
this, fingers tangled in his sheets.
You little whore, Derek thinks fondly.
But it’s only normal since this is the first time Stiles has felt anything like
this.
“You think you can take more?”
Stiles nods, cracking his eyes open slowly. “I need more, Derek.”
Derek howls; his wolf begging to mate with this willing body beneath him, but
Derek holds it back. Not now, he whispers, he’s not ready yet.
There’s rustling in the tree outside Stiles’s window, but Derek ignores it. He
recognizes the smell.
Derek’s just lathering up three fingers to push into Stiles when Scott lands on
the window sill with a thump.
“What are you doing to him, Derek?” Scott snarls. He takes in the wanton way
Stiles’s legs are spread, his entrance slick and wet, his cock hard and
dripping with pre-come. “Oh my god, Stiles!”
Stiles’s winces. “Get out, pervert!”
Derek rolls his eyes, holding Stiles’s legs open when Stiles tries to close
them. “You like the smell, too, don’t you Scott?” His howl must have drawn
Scott to Stiles’s room.
Scott grimaces, but his eyes turn blue for a long, long time. (Too long to
deny.)  And then they switch back to brown. “No.”
Stiles gapes. “Even I can tell you’re lying, dude. Since when have you wanted
to fuck your best friend? Hm? You couldn’t have told me sooner?”
“Stiles?” Derek says flatly, squeezing Stiles’s calf.
“Yeah?” Stiles beams, thinking he’s finally getting more fingers.
“Shut up,” Derek says instead.
“Fine.” Stiles plops onto his back, crossing his arms, and trying (and failing)
to keep his parts out of Scott’s view.
There’s a minute of silence, followed by the sound of Scott sniffing at the
smell Stiles is giving off. Stiles covers his face embarrassedly.
“So what if I want to?”
“Then join me,” Derek says. He pets Stiles’s thigh. “Help me.”
“Help you?” Scott asks, gripping the edge of the window.
Stiles scoffs. “What am I? Some whore with her legs open for everyone to
enjoy?”
Derek doesn’t bother answering. Scott clears his throat.
Scott looks at the poster on Stiles’s wall to avoid looking at Stiles’s cock.
“I have a girlfriend. I don’t want to sleep with my best friend and the Alpha.”
Derek looks Scott up and down. “Your body says otherwise.” Scott narrows his
eyes, and Derek sighs. “What’s the big deal? This isn’t out of the ordinary for
pack. And I’m giving you permission since I’ve already marked Stiles. That,
however, is a big deal.”
“The big deal?” Scott snorts. “The problem is that I’m straight-”
Stiles raises a brow.
Scott grumbles. “Fine, I’m not completely. But I wasn’t born a werewolf. This
isn’t exactly natural for me. And I’m not part of your pack.”
Derek sighs. “Then just watch for now. Don’t interrupt unless you’re joining
in. And you’re free to leave whenever you want.”
Scott sits on the window sill. If he gets grossed out or something he can
leave, if not he’s out of their way.
Derek slides the three damp fingers into Stiles, gripping the base of Stiles’s
cock with his other hand. Stiles arches off the bed, thrusting into Derek’s
hand while rolling his ass down on the fingers. Derek growls with each tiny,
wrecked sound Stiles makes, desperate to have Stiles pleading like this all the
time. The slide is wet, effortless, and Stiles’s thighs shake with each push
into his entrance. Derek can feel how close he is; Scott’s arrival has only
brought Stiles closer to the edge.
Scott shifts on the sill, gripping his cock to keep it from filling with more
blood. He doesn’t want Derek to see how much he wants to be doing that to
Stiles.
Derek drags his fingers out, grinning, and gives Stiles a moment to catch his
breath. At the same time, he finds the bottle of lube in Stiles’s drawer – he’s
smelled it since the beginning – and drips some onto four digits. He can hear
Scott’s heart beating dangerously fast, and it gives him an interesting idea.
When Stiles sits up, having regained some composure, Derek simultaneously
pushes the fingers in and jerks Stiles’s cock. Stiles spasms as soon as the
fingers brush against his prostate, and cries out loud enough to wake the dead.
He covers Derek’s hand in messy, white strings of come, and writhes while the
flow of his orgasm travels through him.
Scott whimpers and quickly claps a hand over his mouth to hide it.
Derek smirks down at Stiles, sucking on each finger obscenely, knowing Scott
can hear how much Derek is enjoying the taste. It’s a struggle, but Derek
manages to leave one finger – the middle one – dirty enough to tempt Scott
with.
Derek turns to Scott, opens his mouth, and Scott is across the room sucking on
it before Derek can even utter a word; before Scott can even try to stop
himself.
Stiles feels weird watching Scott lick his come off of Derek’s finger, but it’s
too interesting to ignore. He pushes himself into a sitting position, leaning
against his wall, mouth hanging open.
Scott’s chasing the taste of Derek’s other fingers now, helpless to his urges,
and Derek tilts his head playfully. Scott narrows his eyes, seeming like he’s
about to run away, but instead pushes forward, draping himself against Derek’s
chest. Stiles gasps when he sees Scott’s tongue dart between Derek’s lips,
forcing them apart.
This is going much better than Derek expected it to.
Derek cups the back of Scott’s head, scraping his scalp gently as he deepens
the kiss, the feel of fangs against his tongue making it hard for him not to
shift in response. Stiles licks his lips when Scott moans against Derek’s
parted mouth practically sitting in the Alpha’s lap. Stiles shivers when he
notices he’s getting hard again.
Derek sucks on Scott’s lip, murmuring, “You smell that?”
Scott doesn’t even open his eyes, just keeps kissing Derek, stealing the taste
of Derek’s mouth and Stiles’s come away. “Yeah, I do.”
Stiles stretches out a leg, still feeling mostly boneless. “What?”
“You,” They both say, finally breaking the kiss.
Derek guides Scott down to Stiles’s leg, gesturing for Scott to have a taste.
Scott takes in a shaky breath, looking up at Stiles.
“Please,” Stiles mutters, lowering his eyes.
“Yeah,” Scott answers to no-one in particular.
Derek moves away and watches as Scott’s tongue darts out, trailing across
Stiles’s ankle. Stiles chuckles, not sure how to take his best friend ‘marking’
him, but hums when Scott mouths at his thighs. After that, Scott isn’t worried
about his sexuality, Allison, or having known Stiles since they made mud pies
together, and least of all an Alpha being in the room with them. It just
feels…necessary.
Stiles smells of other Betas, and not nearly enough like Scott who he sees
every day.
Scott laps at pale hips, nibbles along Stiles’s stomach, tastes the salt and
excitement all over his chest, presses soft kisses across Stiles’s soft
shoulders, and bites into the flesh, the racing pulse, of thin wrists.
Derek watches, admires them from his spot on the bed, and pets Scott’s back
once in a while to encourage him.
Scott sucks at the skin of Stiles’s neck, growling when Stiles whispers ‘yes’.
Scott rolls to the side, catching Derek’s fingers when they reach for Scott’s
shirt.
“I want you to kiss him,” Scott murmurs, his voice rougher than usual.
Derek rumbles, nodding his assent. “I can do that.”
Stiles curls his fingers in Scott’s hair – seeking the familiarity he can find
there - when Derek climbs on top of him. Derek presses his lips to Stiles’s for
the first time, and Stiles can’t breathe suddenly. Trapped between two warm,
strong bodies, Stiles feels complete for once. His head is spinning, but Derek
doesn’t stop kissing him, drawing patterns with his fingers down Stiles’s side,
unconsciously marking the parts he missed. Scott gnaws on Stiles’s neck and
chest, stripping himself of his shirt when Stiles stops tugging at his hair.
Stiles reaches for Derek’s jacket between sloppy, needy kisses, but Derek stops
him.
“Maybe Scott wants to do it,” Derek explains, biting down on Stiles’s pouty
lips.
Stiles nods fervently. He never thought of that before, but now he’s dying to
see it. Two bulky wolves stripping…
Derek stands first, waiting at the end of the bed where Stiles can get a good
view. Scott follows, his back turned to Stiles.
Scott’s face flushes bright red when Derek leans in and whispers “I’ve been
wondering how you looked naked.” Too bad Stiles can’t hear it.
Scott pushes Derek’s jacket off, then unbuttons his pants and slides them to
the ground. Scott pulls the elastic of his jogging pants, remembering he forgot
to put underwear on, and looking back at Stiles with a warm smile before
sliding them down his hips.
Stiles wolf-whistles from the bed, crawling forward to pinch Scott’s bare ass.
Scott swats Stiles’s hands away, but laughs a bit.
Derek takes in the expanse of uncovered skin, the length of Scott’s erection,
the flush of his cheeks and chest, and the smile he’s wearing as he plays with
Stiles. Derek is not disappointed. He spins Scott around, grinding his clothed
cock on Scott’s unprotected ass. Scott moans, wrapping his arms around Derek’s
when they encircle his waist. Derek squeezes gently, rocking his hips forward
until his cock catches on the cleft of Scott’s ass. Scott nearly comes from the
combination of Stiles’s heavy breathing and the friction of Derek’s cock.
Stiles squirms on the bed when he notices the pre-come dripping out of Scott.
“I think I’m the gayest person in Beacon Hills,” Stiles admits, jokingly (or
not).
Derek huffs out a laugh against Scott’s skin, sinking his teeth in the back of
Scott’s neck to demand absolute control. Scott bows his head in obedience,
allowing Derek to do anything he wants, his cock twitching interestedly at the
show of dominance.
He, too, listens better when it’s about sex, Derek thinks. Typical teenagers.
Stiles tries to join them, but Derek drags Scott over to the bed instead,
dropping him next to Stiles. Derek waits, watching them stare at each other
curiously. Stiles reaches for Scott’s length, but stops midway.
“C-can I?” Stiles stutters, licking his lips.
Scott looks down at Stiles’s hand; it’s shaking. “Yeah,” Scott replies, taking
Stiles’s hand and helping him wrap his fingers around Scott’s shaft.
Derek makes deep, pleased growls as he watches them open up to each other like
this. They’re intimate in a way Scott couldn’t be with Allison yet if he tried.
Stiles knows how Scott’s body feels, how it looks, but now he’s touching it in
a different way.
If only they were like this with the rest of the Betas.
Scott pants, eyes intent on Stiles’s face while Stiles strokes his cock. Stiles
sees the questions in Scott’s eyes as they flicker from brown to blue. Is this
okay? Can I have more? Stiles seals his lips over Scott’s to show his consent,
relishing the broken sound that falls from Scott’s lips when Stiles grips the
head of Scott’s cock.
Derek is so mesmerized by their wordless exchange, their understated bond, that
he nearly forgets to take off the last of his clothes. He strips off his boxers
finally, and they both look towards him expectantly.
Derek smirks when Stiles gulps. “You sure you don’t want something bigger in
you, Stiles?”
Stiles is speechless. That is, until Scott returns the favour and takes hold of
Stiles’s cock. Stiles lets out a shuddering breath, leaning his head on Scott’s
shoulder. He shakes his head after another breath.
“Not yet,” Stiles answers, his face buried in Scott’s neck.
Scott and Stiles continue to jerk each other, and Derek studies them, standing
out of the way, memorizing this moment as reference for his own Betas in the
future. This is how simple it should look and be.
They wave Derek over when they notice he’s not moving, and then they both
fumble forward when his weight sinks on the end of the bed. Stiles strokes
Scott while licking at Derek’s stomach and chest, looking back and forth
between the two wolves. Scott sucks on Derek’s nipples, tongue darting out to
soothe the nips and bites he leaves across tanned skin.
They move as if connected, linked by their spirits or souls, both tasting
Derek’s arousal at the same time, their hands never leaving each other’s
lengths. Derek purrs, his head falling back as two tongues battle to lick at
pre-come and throbbing flesh. He pets their hair, thrusting between their wet,
swollen mouths, growling when they become more passionate, hungry for the
taste. Their mouths move along the shaft, down to his sac, each of them taking
turns swallowing Derek’s cock down with a little stumbling. (It’s still new for
both of them.)
Their moans vibrate against Derek’s skin, drawing him to the edge of his
sanity, their own pleasure on the brink of bursting through them. Stiles
wheezes, still sucking at the head of Derek’s cock, when he comes in Scott’s
firm grip. Scott’s chest rises and falls quicker – the only hint they get – and
he sucks along Derek’s shaft as he spills all over Stiles’s digits.
Derek fights his wolf back, the roar it wants to produce, as they stroke and
suck at Derek’s cock mercilessly. His hips lurch forward one last time, and he
shouts as his body empties, soiling their mouths and cheeks with his climax.
To make up for getting them all so dirty, Derek licks them both clean, shushing
them when they offer to help or return the favour. Stiles falls asleep first,
snoring softly and muttering ‘thank you, guys’. Scott laughs, rubbing Stiles’s
arm affectionately. Derek quirks a brow at Scott, and Scott shakes his head.
“Don’t say it,” Scott warns, smiling.
“Back to being disobedient, I see,” Derek responds teasingly.
Scott shrugs a shoulder, and lies behind Stiles, his leg fitting easily between
Stiles’s thighs, his arm keeping Stiles close to his chest so he can feel his
heartbeat. Derek wraps them in the blanket before leaving – when Scott falls
asleep holding Stiles to him – and basks in the knowledge that this is just the
beginning.
He knows Stiles is safe with Scott, and that Scott is a good werewolf. They
both have the right minds to be in his pack, but unfortunately they don’t want
to join it yet.
At least they smell like pack - and just like Derek - now. And that’s a big
step forward.
End Notes
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