I had a day of writing a bit of everything, and this was one of the things in my head that I needed to get out there. I didn't know whether I should add it as a new story or plop it as another chapter. I decided on adding another chapter because I have thirty stories and that seems excessive! I hope this lives up to expectations.

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Derek stepped out of the shower and dragged the towel through his hair. He had half expected Stiles to join him, wondered why he didn't. When he'd got home Stiles was whining about being bored as he flicked aimlessly through television channels. He wrapped a towel around his hips and opened the door the step into the bedroom. The sound of voices coming from the living room caught his ear.

Jackson was here, so that's why Derek was being neglected. He stuck his head around the door. Jackson was sitting on the couch looking miserable, a holdall by his feet. The pet carrier sat on the couch between him and Stiles and Derek could see Lydia's Pekingese Fifi as she glowered at the metal door.

The presence of the dog and bag meant that Lydia was out of town and Jackson needed something, or just wanted company. 'Hey Derek.' He said miserably.

'Lydia's gone to Barcelona.' Stiles explained to Derek. Derek nodded and turned back to the bedroom. He dried himself off and tossed the towel into the bathroom. He dragged on a pair of worn blue jeans and headed back to the living room.

Derek sat on the other side of Jackson, nudging him with his knee. Jackson turned a soft smile towards him. 'I got passed over for a promotion.' He said.

'Why?' Derek asked. Jackson had been preparing for that promotion for months now.

'This guy that works there is always complaining about everything. He complains about women getting treated better than him and it's a violation of sexual discrimination laws taken too far. I'm working from the bottom for a reason, and my father knew I should have got the job, knew I was the best man for it but instead he gives it to him because he "envisioned the complaints of unfair promotion due to you being the boss's son".' Jackson said, putting on what he imagined to be his father's tone of voice.

'That's bullshit.' Stiles said.

'That's business.' Jackson said. Fifi snarled from her prison.

'Let her out.' Derek said. Stiles opened the door and mini Lydia in dog form stepped out, glaring around everyone. 'Are you staying for the weekend?'

'Lydia will be back on Tuesday night.' Jackson said.

'Then you'll stay until Tuesday morning.' Derek said.

'I need Stiles.' Jackson said.

'I know. That's why you're staying here with us.' Derek said rubbing his hands across Jackson's shoulders. Jackson relaxed into the touch as Stiles's hands joined Derek's in relaxing Jackson. Jackson sighed and leaned back, leaned against Derek.

'Stiles will you take care of me?' He asked. His voice sounded small and pathetic, but this was one of the only places he could be himself. This and when he was with Lydia.

'Of course.' Stiles said.

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Derek sat in the armchair in the corner of the room watching as Stiles got Jackson ready. Derek loved watching Stiles like this, loved to see him in control of Jackson. Jackson was naked on his knees. He was watching Stiles as Stiles plundered through their 'Jackson' box.

'Bound and gagged?' Stiles mused, glancing over Jackson's body. 'Collar, paddle, blindfold.' He went on.

'Whatever. I'll do whatever you want.' Jackson said. Stiles looked over at Derek for a moment, their eyes locking together. He selected a paddle from his bag of tricks and held it in front of Jackson's lips. Jackson kissed it.

'Naughty boy.' Stiles whispered running his hand down Jackson's spine. 'Maybe we should collar you all weekend. Show Fifi how it's done.'

Derek snorted. Jackson made a protesting noise. Derek chuckled; Jackson was falling into place already. He didn't want to disobey Stiles. He also knew that Stiles was leaving the decision up to him. Jackson hadn't protested, which meant he would be happy with the plan.

'Collar him.' Derek said. Stiles nodded and lifted the collar. Jackson licked his lips. Derek knew Jackson loved that the collar took control away from him, let him relax and be someone else. That's why Jackson and Lydia had asked Derek to teach Lydia to take care of these needs Jackson had too.

Derek smiled fondly at the memory of Lydia dominating both boys on the bed while he watched. The intricate way she tied them together had made Derek's cock throb and her quiet commanding voice had made them obey her instantly.

He was dragged back to the present watching Stiles kiss Jackson as a reward for arching his neck into the collar. 'So good.' He said running his fingers through Jackson's hair. He grabbed a handful and yanked his head back. 'Always good.' He bit the skin under Jackson's chin. Jackson shuddered.

Stiles selected an eye mask from the box. He rubbed his thumb over the soft material and looked from it to Derek. Derek didn't move, wondered why Stiles kept deferring these decisions to him when he spied it. Stiles was still wearing his collar. Derek had forgotten about it, Stiles wore it so often now; it seemed to be part of him. This was the first time Stiles had been collared while dominating Jackson. Derek toyed with the idea of letting Stiles take it off, but he also wanted to see how far Stiles would push their boundaries.

He nodded and Stiles placed the eye mask over Jackson's eyes. He kissed the back of Jackson's head this time and ran his hands over Jackson's pale skin. 'You look delicious.' Stiles told him. Jackson shuddered again. He lifted the paddle that had been left between Jackson's hands and ran it up his arm, over his shoulder and down his spine towards his round ass.

Swirling it over the skin he carried on, travelling down Jackson's legs to the soles of his feet. He moved it, trailed it up his other foot and leg, swirling it around his ass cheek. Stiles placed the paddle on Jackson's back, the handle resting between the globes of his ass. Stiles turned and peeled his shirt off slowly, followed by his t-shirt. He moved slowly, touching himself as he went, making sure to give Derek a show. He met Derek's eyes, smirking softly.

He was already barefoot when his hands fell to his belt buckle. He hooked his thumbs inside, waiting for Derek to approve. Derek nodded, keen to see what Stiles would do. Stiles opened the belt buckle, but left it hanging, moving to open the top button of his jeans.

Stiles looked delicious, standing there, black leather against his throat and faded blue denim of his hips. He fell to his knees and crawled towards Derek, his eyes locked on his prize. His hands rubbed up over his shins and knees and along his thighs. He buried his face against Derek's crotch, rubbing his cheek against the growing bulge.

Derek ran a hand over Stiles's hair, toyed with the collar on his neck for a second. Stiles looked at him with wide eyes; he didn't want it to be taken off. Derek hooked two fingers through the leather and hauled Stiles up to his lips, delivering a brutal kiss. 'Go look after your boy and stop fucking teasing me?' Derek whispered quietly.

Stiles tried to hide his smirk as he pulled away and turned heading over to the bed. He lifted the paddle in his hand, hefting the weight. He turned it slowly in his fingers, building Jackson's anticipation. Running a thumb down Jackson's crack, brushing against his balls and finally, tugging his cock once, Stiles let his other hand deliver a gentle slap with the paddle.

Jackson jumped, careful not to move too far. Stiles's hand was still on his cock, still holding it loosely. He left a smack on the other cheek.

'I didn't gag you Jackson.' Stiles pointed out.

'Sorry.' Jackson said. 'That's two.'

'Is it. Perhaps I should start all over again.' Stiles said, cocking his head to the side. He slapped the paddle against his ass again. Jackson hissed but didn't speak. Stiles copied his actions on the other cheek.

Jackson's ass was already starting to blush. 'One.' Jackson said when the next blow landed. Stiles smiled down at him, despite the fact that Jackson couldn't see him.

They counted to ten. Jackson's ass was burning red when Stiles dropped the paddle onto the floor and licked a long line up Jackson's ass. Jackson practically yelped but he kept his position. Ever so tenderly Stiles kissed the pain he had caused, whispering about what a good boy Jackson was.

Stiles parted Jackson's cheeks, his long tongue flicking over the rim of Jackson's ass, then easing itself inside, bit by bit. Stiles worked methodically, taking his time. He'd learned patience over the years, and Derek knew from experience that Stiles would happily lie between his legs and lick him for hours.

Stiles ran a hand up Jackson's spine again, pushing his chest down to the bed. 'Stay like that.' He murmured as he sucked Jackson's balls into his mouth. Jackson gasped, biting into the duvet below him. Derek watched Stiles prep Jackson with quick precision and nimble fingers.

He stood up from the bed and removed his jeans, his cock springing free. Derek shifted slightly. He would get his release soon enough. Without the jeans on Stiles looked more submissive than dominant. All he wore was a black collar around his throat and a ring on his finger. He looked to Derek, offering him the chance to have Jackson. Jackson wanted Stiles, Derek understood their bond. He would never say he knew how it worked, but he understood the need they had for each other.

'Jackson's your boy tonight.' Derek said. Stiles nodded and knelt on the bed behind Jackson. Derek knew Stiles was thinking about positioning. He looked over at Derek, then back at the man in front of him.

'Hey Jacks, I think I've done enough for now. You can ride me.' He grinned rolling and pulling Jackson into his lap. Jackson grinned. Stiles leaned forward and kissed him. 'You were so good when I was spanking you. Did you enjoy it?'

'Yes.' Jackson breathed against Stiles's lips. They kissed softly as Jackson groped about for the right position. He finally settled, easing Stiles's cock into himself. Derek watched with hooded eyes as Jackson's red ass ate up Stiles's cock.

'Come on, give Derek a show. Let him see what he's missing by sitting over there out of our way.' Stiles said brushing his thumbs over Jackson's nipples. Jackson whined and pushed his chest against Stiles's exploring fingers. He arched his back as he rode Stiles, his own hands mapping out Stiles's body.

Eventually Stiles took one of Jackson's hands and placed it on Jackson's neglected cock. Jackson jerked himself slowly. Derek watched the slow slide of his hand, his thumb brushing the head of his cock. His eyes drifted to Stiles's face, Stiles was watching it too, licking his lips. Jackson was under Stiles's total command, and Stiles was too far gone to realise what was happening, to remember that he had to allow Jackson to come. Derek knew Stiles wouldn't come until Jackson did. He had to take the reins now.

'Jackson I want you to come for us.' Derek said. It was the first time he had spoken directly to Jackson in the bedroom. Jackson whined and gasped, his hand tightening around his cock as he shot all over his belly and chest. Stiles took the opportunity to fuck into Jackson, biting his lip, his body arched into the bed.

'Fuck!' He cried as Jackson collapsed on top of him, loose and easy. Stiles eased the blindfold off Jackson. Derek watched him blink as he adjusted to the light in the room.

'Hey.' He said looking towards Derek. 'Thanks.'

'Anytime. You know that.' Derek said finally getting to his feet and making his way to the bed. He dropped his jeans, sighing quietly as his cock was finally released. Stiles reached for him, dragging him close by the hip. Jackson leaned in and swallowed the tip.

Derek watched Stiles's eyes; they were glued to Jackson's mouth pleasuring Derek. Derek felt a hand grip his ass, massaging the cheek. Stiles's finger brushed over his hole. Derek had offered to let Stiles top but Stiles promised Derek he was saving it for a special occasion.

The tip of Stiles's finger eased in, and Derek wondered when he'd put lube on it but his mind blanked out as Stiles crooked it, finding his target immediately. He was lost in sensation as Jackson sucked his cock and Stiles caressed his prostate. He came with a quiet grunt, watching as Jackson and Stiles kissed, sharing his taste.

They settled Jackson in the middle of the bed. Stiles ran his fingers along Jackson's collar. Derek often wondered what would have happened if he'd asked Jackson to join their relationship. He would have been happy with both of them, knew he had enough love for them.

Jackson's relationship with Lydia seemed perfect. She understood his needs, sometimes dropping him off herself when she wasn't enough. Derek wondered if he should invite her to join them again. She could decline but at least the offer would be there, that she was welcome into their bed.

'You know you're the best boyfriend I could ever have wished for.' Stiles said, breaking into Derek's thoughts. He was sleepy; his head was heavy on Jackson's shoulder.

'Go to sleep.' Derek said.

'Bossy.' Stiles muttered but he closed his eyes and let sleep drag him away. Derek turned the light out and settled down, his arm blanketing both of them.