At first it was rough. They were running low on food and they had no money. Derek and Stiles would often go out to scrounge something up. Or in other words Derek would make a scene while Stiles grabbed food off the shelves. It would have to work till they got a better system.

Once in a while during one of thier "shopping trips", Stiles would grab a bottle of pine-sol or something to clean up the house with. Although the house had everything but electrcity and food, it was still dusty and all of the boys and Erica had very sensitive noses. Over a span of time the house began to become cleaner and cleaner. Every couple of days Stiles would take some of the bed clothes to an wash them in the tub or sink so they wouldn't get allergies.

It worked though, their little make shift family. Most nights they would snuggle up to there respective partner(Or partners in Isaac's case), but on the occasion of a particularly chilly night they would all crawl into Derek and Stiles's bed.

The group would often go around town looking for jobs. They had little luck. Well at least 'till Stiles met Matt.

Matt was a good looking man in his late twenties. He was wealthy. That's all that mattered to Stiles.

Derek and Stiles were on one of their "shopping trips" when a Matt caught Stiles stashing some sandwiches in his bag.

"P-p-p-please, I'll put-t 'em ba-b-back. ju-just don't-don't tel-l-ll. plea-please." The last thing they needed was for one of them to go to jail and get sent back to the orphanage.

"I don't know. Little boys shouldn't be stealing. Got to teach them a lesson." The man smirked at Stiles. The grip he had on the young boy got tighter, Stiles knew it would bruise later on.

"I'll d-d-d-do any-anyth-thing! Plea-please, j-j-j-just d-don't te-te-tell 'em!" Stiles pleaded. If the cops came things would go real bad real fast.

"Anything, sweetheart?" Stiles didn't like the way the older man said that but he nodded non the less. "Well then I guess we'll have to put that pretty little mouth of yours to work won't we." Then Then the man led him out the store and into a car. Stiles looked back seeing Derek looking their way.

I'm sorry. Just go home I'll be there later. Stiles signed to Derek quickly.

I love you. Was what he got in reply. The look on Derek's face unbearable. He smiled softly at Derek letting him know that he loved him as well.

He was pushed towards a car signaling him to get in. When Stiles got in the man started driving. It wasn't long before he pulled up into an abandoned building's parking lot. The guy turned off the car unbuckling his seat belt.

"My names Matt, sweet thing. What's yours?" Matt asked.

"A-A-Ad-dam." Stiles replied quickly.

"Ever sucked cock before, Adam?" Stiles stayed silent not knowing what to do. What a bad choice that was. The slap of skin sounded through the sleek car. Stiles clutche his cheek. "I asked you a fucking question. When I speak to you I want an answer. Do I make myself clear?" Stiles nodded blinking back the tears in his eyes. "Have you ever sucked cock before?" Matt repeated, irritation seeping into his voice.

"N-no." Stiles lied. Stiles was slapped again.

"Don't lie!" Matt was getting mad.

"Y-yes! Yes -I-I-I hav-ve!" Stiles cried out.

"You liked it didn't you? How 'bout we make a deal? You be a good little cocksucker and I'll pay you. But you got to be real good to earn it. Maybe if your good enough I'll let you be my toy. How do you like the sound of that? You wanna be Matty's toy?" Stiles thought about Derek how he would feel knowing what Stiles was doing. but the he thought about the rest of their pack of family. He thought about how hard it was to but food on the table and worrying about getting caught.

"W-w-will y-you p-pay me-me?" Stiles asked weakly. He would do it for them.

"Course I will, baby. Gotta make sure my toys don't get broken." Matt snarked.

"Th-then ye-yeah I wan-n-n-n-nna be-be y-your toy." Stiles whispered.

"Then how 'bout we get on with your audition." Matt motioned toward his crotch. Stiles sucked in air then let it out. He unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over the center console of the car. Stiles unzipped Matt and pulled out his erect penis.

Stiles hesitated for a moment before he wrapped his lips around the tip. He licked the precome that was seeping out and bobbed his head slightly. Stiles took more in every time he went back down. From the way Matt was moaning and groaning Stiles knew he was doing good.

For them. Stiles thought before he took the Matt's member all the way down. He does this to Derek frequently seeing as he doesn't have a gag reflex. Derek. That made Stiles feel all the more guilty.

And that's how it went. Every time it would be more. When he would came home the first time the gang ask where he went he just said that he got a job under the table. It was worse at night when he had to face Derek. Alone.

The night he came home after he and Matt had sex he cried into Derek's sholder. Derek knew what he did when he was gone. Derek knew he was with another man. Derek knew that they had sex. It didn't make Derek love Stiles any less though. Derek knew that if something better arose Stiles would take it in a heart beat.

On the days that Stiles felt dirty and useless Derek would show him exactly how important he(S) was to him(D). Every thrust filled with love and passion. Soft touches told stories against his skin. Words were mouthed against his freckled skin. Those nights were the worst.

Stiles never told Derek that though. Those nights when Derek showed him so much love he hated himself even more. How could he do this to Derek?

For them. Every time he thought about stoppinng his 'job' those two words passed through his head. They couldn't keep stealing for food.

It worked. For now.