*Squeals* So, I have a Teen Wolf jumper, it has 'Stilinski' written on the back, and I was wearing it shopping and a random girl came up to me saying she loved my jumper! It made me so happy! Thank you random girl!

Stiles listened to all the foot steps walking around the close-to-empty barn. He kept his head down, it was frowned upon to look at a Dom who you weren't claimed to. You were punished for it.

He heard someone stop at his cage, the person's knees cracked as they knelt down.

Stiles' eyes shifted from one spot on the floor to another.

"Look at me, please." The voice said softly.

Stiles let out a low whimper, trying to shuffle back further to the back of the cage.

"You're alright, buddy. Look up." The voice spoke again.

Stiles closed his eyes and hesitantly looked up.

"Open your eyes."

Stiles opened his eyes and saw him. He was beautiful. Black hair, stubble, a leather jacket.

"My name's Derek." The Dom said.

"What's yours?"

When Stiles realised he was staring he quickly slammed his eyes shut and looked down.

'Please, let no one have seen me' he begged to himself.

"Umm excuse me..." The voice in front of him said, it was louder, more firm. He was talking to another Dom.

'Oh no, he tricked me, now I'm going to get punished!' He shook uncontrollably. His breath picked up and he could feel the panic starting to rise.

"You alright?" Derek asked the Sub.

Stiles nodded weakly.

"Hey! You!" Derek yelled.

"Get him out of there NOW."

The salesman came over slowly and unlocked the cage door, yanking Stiles by the arm.

Stiles tried to hold his breath. Hoping it'd stop so he wouldn't get in trouble. He didn't expect the Dom -Derek- to crouch in front of him and lift him up, so their faces were at the same height.

"You're alright, breath with me, buddy. Deep breath in. And out. In. And out." Derek coaxed.

When Stiles' heartbeat returned to normal, he tried to return to his cage, he was so exhausted.

But a pair of strong hands wouldn't let him go.

"Excuse me! I'll take him." Derek smiled widely.

Stiles slumped against the Dom's chest and fell asleep. Derek held in a laugh and picked him up bridal style.

"How much?" He asked.

"Just take him, I'll be glad just to get rid of this one. Took me 5 and a half months just to break him. He had an attitude when we first received him, kept running his mouth."

Derek frowned at the words 'break him' he knew Subs were meant to be... Well... Submissive, he just thought it was their nature, and in most cases, it probably was.

His grip tightened on the Sub and he quickly walked out, not wanted to hear another damn word that salesman was saying.

When he got back home he was greeted at the door by his uncle's Sub.

"Hey Isaac, how're you doin'? He asked.

He was answered by a wide grin from the pup and a good ol' 'great!'.

"What's that?!" Isaac's eyes lit up seeing the other Sub nestled in Derek's arms.

"He's my Sub. The salesman said his name is Stiles." Derek smiled.

Derek laid Stiles on the lounge. Isaac sniffed the other boy's face.

"He's human?!" He frowned.

Derek nodded. Sitting in the arm chair in the corner of the room.

Isaac moved Stiles over lightly and curled up beside him. Falling asleep with a smile on his face.

Stiles woke up, feeling the presence of another Sub gave him comfort. He snuggled tighter into the warm body. Hearing a giggle he stopped.

'Subs at the home don't giggle'. He frowned.

He opened his eyes. He defiantly wasn't at the home! He turned to the other Sub. A young boy, who looked his age.

"Hi! I'm Isaac!" Isaac said enthusiastically, causing Stiles to flinched.

"Isaac! Inside voice, please." A voice said from across the room.

"Yes sir." Isaac frowned.

Stiles looked over where the voice came from, seeing an older Dom and the same Dom he seen earlier today.

Stiles whimpered.

"What's wrong?" Isaac asked, frowning.

Stiles bit the inside of his cheek. Was he aloud to talk? Would he get punished? Would he get killed?

Stiles hesitantly moved his head to the crook of Isaac's neck. He needed the comfort.

Isaac wrapped his arms around the other boy.

"You're alright, Derek will take good care of you, I promise."

Stiles nodded. Standing up, and walked over to the Dom, kneeling in front of him.

Derek turned to him and smiled.

"Hello, sleepy head. How're you feeling?" He asked, stroking the Sub's face.

"Would you like a bath?" Derek asked.

Stiles nodded, not wanting to say no, in fear of punishment.

"Isaac can you please run a bath for Stiles." Derek asked.

Isaac nodded and stood up, walking over to the others and outstretched his hand for the human to take.

Stiles' eyes flickered to Derek, who nodded, before taking Isaac's hand.

When they both left the room peter sighed.

"He's pretty broken, Derek."

Derek glared at his uncle, knowing what he was hinting at.

"Yeah? And Isaac was in far worse condition when you first got him." Derek huffed.