*throws confetti* Here ya go. To be honest, i have been lazy with the updating on this. I really am sorry for the ridiculous wait on this. I was losing interest in and out and writers block didn't help at all with motivation. For future warnings, i either suck at updating, or i just go on a roll with one right after another.

As always, i will come back to do some major editing for errors i will come across when i re-read it, for now, its up for you to finally read.

No evidence except for the hole in the closet and the hidden door.

They honestly have no idea on how to cover the hole up. Scott had just taken a board from a closet nearby and put it over the hole. He grabbed the hallway rug and set it over it.

John had announced that the boy had fallen asleep and that Derek had set him on the bed for a little while.

The boy had fallen quiet once they had set foot outside of the room. Some of the pack had thought that since he'd been hauled up in the small room, on the same bed for several months that finally setting foot out of the place would excite him somewhat, but Kyle had merely fallen asleep.

Scott paced back and forth, clearly sensed that they were losing time waiting. Though, it was at this point that the pack had to split up. As much as John wants to join them in finding Stiles, his son, he had to make sure the boy, Kyle, was safe as well.

He hated when moments like these arise, when his job conflicted with his personal life.

Allison and Derek were arguing at the moment, when Derek decided to go on without the humans because they were slow.

"You are not leaving without us, Derek." Allison glared, crossing her arms.

"And what are you going to do? Shoot me with an arrow?" Derek growled at her.

"Don't tempt me, Hale."

"Alright, alright, enough." John interrupted the both of them. "Talk out of the room where the boy isn't passed out?" he gave them a slight push. They stared at each other and walked out of the room.

Their arguing commenced once again. John sighed as he closed the door, leaving just a crack open so that he could hear anything If the boy woke up.

John let out a huff of breath, remembering that he used to do this for Stiles when he got sick as a child. He and his wife did it often, her worries getting the best of her when she got a baby monitor.

The man shook out from his memories and proceeded down the hall, observing the scene where Allison and Derek were still arguing. He wondered if they have any bad chemistry between the two because the situation was getting pretty heated.

"Enough!" John raised his voice. "Both of you separate, Allison go and find any paperwork in this place. Derek, go and see where the others wandered off too. " Everyone stared at the older Stilinski. "Go! We're loosing time as it is." he ran a hand through his hair as he watched them go. "Jesus son, where are you?" he muttered.

Where was he?

Sure enough, Allison managed to dig up some old paperwork when she frantically searched around. It turned out that the house was a rental lodge that Garret had stayed in for quite some time. He hadn't paid the rent recently, and some lodgers were getting rather angry at the one lodger who rented this place and never actually hung around it.

They all gathered in the living area, Danny perched near the electrical outlet to charge his phone.

"Hmm, papers here say that he rented the lodge last year." Allison read. "Digging a hole wouldn't take that long." She bit her bottom lip as she thought to herself.

"But he was at school everyday, there was no way he could have done that." Scott said. "Its impossible."

"Not if he did it before he came here. Got everything ready." Boyd said.

"What about putting in the large screen?" Lydia said. "Nobody can't do that by themselves."

"What about the stairs?" Scott said.

"They could have been built afterward." she shrugged.

"No, I mean, they don't look new." he pointed out.

Allison stopped reading over the forms and looked at Scott, narrowing her eyes in the process. "So you're saying they were there before?"

Scott nodded. "I mean, the hole doesn't look recent, even for nearly two years. The wood on the stairs were really old, like Derek's house old." Scott heard Derek huff out at him. "Sorry, no offense or anything."

"So…there must have been a reason why he chose to rent out the lodge for quite a while." Allison said.

Nearby, Danny had taken the liberty to look up some details on lodges in Hume. He scrolled down, skimming the pages. "From what I'm reading, there shouldn't be a basement along with renting a lodge. None of them have basements, attics yea, but that's it." Danny read. He paused. "Huh."

"What?" Allison asked.

"They said that there used to be a village here. One of the huts had dug this huge hole in the ground. A generation of family had come back to the spot, reclaiming it, using it, etc."

"And let me guess, Garret was a part of this generation of family members?" Derek said. Danny slowly nodded, mostly distracted from his current reading.

"A village?" Jackson asked him. "When was that?"

"Thats the thing, it was nearly—" Danny was interrupted by Isaac, who called them from down the hall.

Everyone turned around and glanced at him, their expressions worried when they saw a shocked expression and pure disbelief on his face.

"Guys." He called them once more.

Derek and Scott glanced at each other and walked forward, Derek slightly further than Scott. When they got closer, they noticed a stench that wasn't there before.

A stench that started accumulating slowly.

"I swear i didn't touch anything. Something seemed off and I just went to check up on him an—"

"Isaac." Scott said. "Calm down, whatever it is, it isn't your fault." Scott set his hands on his shoulders and pushed him aside to take a look at what's gotten Isaac so freaked out.

Scott's breath stopped slightly.

Oh god.

Scott looked at the once youthful boy they had brought up from the small room. During the commotion, no one had noticed that the boy's heart stopped beating.

The once, pale skin was now darken, only due to it being in the process of becoming rotten. The boy's face was sunken in, skin just hanging off of his skin, frail bones. The boy's hair had thinned out also.

The once young man was now replaced with a corpse.

"That definitely isn't your fault." Scott said.

"What's going on?" John asked as he walked up behind Scott. John held his breath when he saw it. "Jesus Christ."

Derek stepped forward into the room, coming closer to the bed.

"What happened, Derek?" Scott asked. He just saw the alpha shake his head. He didn't know either.

"We're not dealing with just an obsessed human any longer." Peter said from beside John.

"Peter, what the hell happened to him?" Derek asked his uncle.

"My question is, what do you mean by something seemed off, Isaac?" Peter turned his direction to him.

Isaac looked at the man and shrugged. "He just seemed too healthy." Peter looked at him, expecting him to go on further.

"It seemed off. There wasn't any foul stench, only the natural one from the guy and the little traces of it from Stiles' old clothes that he wore. He said that he was chained up, but he didn't have any markings on his wrists and ankles to prove the bindings that irritated the skin." Isaac paused for a moment. "His teeth were white as day, perfectly normal looking, something you wouldn't expect from a hostage of five months with the kidnapper that was around us for about a few. He also wasn't skinny. His weight seemed too healthy."

Peter just smiled. "See? Your observation skill are improving." He walked in the room. "As I was saying, this obviously isn't your average petty human with a craving for Stiles as much as I wanted it to be—no offense." Peter said to the humans.

"So you're saying we're dealing with something eating off life force?" Derek threw at him.

"Exactly, nephew. Problem is which kind. We could go from Psionic Vampires, a demented warlock, pixies, succubus. Wayward soul collectors." Peter listed off. "Not only eating off, but the ability to channel from their body through another living thing, I'm going to go off and say it's not an ordinary supernatural thing either. This one had been living for quite some time."

"I'm going to assume it's a succubus, since he has such a desire for Stiles." Lydia said.

"If he were, wouldn't we be able to smell him? I thought demons had odors." Erica she looked over to Peter.

"Very few learn to mask It, but that takes quite a lot of time." Peter answered her.

"We'll just have to find out then." Derek said as he turned to them. "Now there won't be anything getting in our way since he apparently isn't human. I can slaughter it to pieces." Derek growled out the last part.

"We better get moving then. If it's the case, we have to find him now." Peter told everyone.

"Let's go." Derek said, leaving.

Garret was lying beside the boy in his large bed, watching his chest rise and fall rhythmically. The boy had been stripped of his shirt and pants, only left with his boxers. A thin sheet from the dark blue covers was draped over him, reaching half way up his torso.

The boy was basking in the sunlight, letting the rays from the late sun through the window above them on the roof speckle out on his skin from the leaves. The place was warm, something he made sure when he overheard the boy saying it to his friend.

Garret remembered that day. It was the day that Stiles told his friend of his 'problem', the day he and Stiles first come in contact.

Not physically though, until later on when he physically introduced himself when he entered the school. It was hard to not be too excited and completely blow his cover. Though, he did run into several problems, like the boy Danny.

He doesn't know why Danny was attracted to him though. Sure appearances wise, but he had treated the boy the same as everyone else, except for Stiles that is.

Maybe he felt the same to him as Garret felt with Stiles.

He did feel sorry, but Garret wasn't about to let his chance slip with Stiles. He worked too hard to.

He guessed he needed to thank him somewhat, since so much contact from the man as well as several others kept him going.

Garret shook out of his memories and decided to reposition his bound hands to the front so Stiles could sleep comfortably. He smiled and stroke Stiles' cheek with his thumb, smiling as he noticed Stiles turn his face towards Garret.

He scooted a bit closer to Stiles, tangling his legs between his and wrapping his arms around Stiles' chest. He used the back of his finger on his right hand and stroked at Stiles' chest. He trailed down very slowly towards his navel and circled around it twice before going downwards again.

He smiled as he heard the boy mumbled something softly in his sleep.

A noise made him stop though.

The boy's stomach was rumbling. He was hungry.

Something Garret was getting used to again.

He sighed sadly. He untangled himself carefully from the boy, sliding onto the end of the bed and stood up. He grabbed the chains that were attached at the legs of the bed and clipped them to the boy's ankle restraints. He grabbed the ones above the headboard and clipped it to the ones around his wrists.

Garret pecked a kiss on Stiles' forehead before he left the room to find something for the boy to eat.

Stiles shifted, trying to get in a more comfortable position but found that he couldn't, well, move that is. That's when Stiles started to panic slightly. He tugged with his legs, feeling pain and then hearing a chain rattle. The fact that he couldn't feel his shirt on or his jeans and his arms chained above his head, left Stiles panicking even more.

Stiles' memory start to come back and remembered that he was on his way, well actually he was there at Garrets house. He went inside, waiting for him to get ready—

Oh.

Shit.

Garret was the creeper

That was not helping his panic attack that threatened to bubble up inside him. Stiles tugged at the bonds again, harder, trying to break it free. His wrists started to burn in pain. If he went further, he would surely dislocate his wrist.

Now then, would shouting help at the time like this?

Stiles looked up at the window, finding nothing but leaves and sunlight and shit he was in the middle of the woods and screaming isn't going to help him at all. It would only alarm Garret, or maybe someone else in the place that Stiles didn't know about.

Stiles was very vulnerable right now. He can't do anything, but lie there and wait. He hoped that Peter told Derek or anyone else in the pack or hell, the entire pack, when he had called him.

He didn't care if Peter came to help either.

Just anyone that can help him.

…

"-help."

The door opened, making Stiles shake from his thoughts and look over to see who it was. Garret of course, but he had a bowl with him.

Garret noticed that Stiles was awake and smiled happily.

"Stiles, you're awake."

"No thanks to you." that comment made him instantly sad.

"I honestly tried to avoid it, but I had no choice." Garret told the boy as he went over to the bed and sat beside Stiles.

Stiles noticed that the contents in the bowl were fruit. He saw Garret peeling the apples and slicing them into pieces.

"What are you doing?" he asked him.

He saw Garret smile. "Feeding you of course, you're hungry." Garret held up a slice of apple for him in front of his mouth.

"If you just untie me I can feed myself." he glared at Garret. The man chuckled softly. He watched as Garret set the bowl of fruit down and put a piece of fruit in his mouth, slowly crushing it. In one quick motion, he pounced on Stiles, straddling him.

Garret bent down, hands on both side of Stiles' head as it was forced up. Garret brought his mouth to Stiles and forced his tongue inside, successfully opening It. Stiles struggled as he tried to get his head of his grasps, which was no use at all. Stiles' muffled cries were of no use either as he felt Garret forcing the crushed apple inside his mouth and down his throat, making him swallow it before he choked. He gasped as Garret released him.

"I don't mind feeding you that way if that's what it takes. Only two ways, Stiles." he looked down at him. His face was inches above his own.

Stiles' heart thrashed loudly inside his chest as he stared into Garret's eyes. He knew that Garret could tell the fear in his eyes as he nodded. His eyes never moved, even after Garret bent down again to peck a kiss on his lips. Stiles was frozen with fear, he didn't know what was going to happen next.

He had a feeling of what will be in store for him, but he hoped to god that he was wrong about it.

Stiles mildly nodded. Garret smiled slightly as he brought up another piece to Stiles mouth and Stiles had to obediently eat from his hands. The food he swallowed sat unsettled in his stomach. It was just the fact that he was scared and nervous of how Garret would react that caused it that way. No doubt he would probably have a stomach ache later.

When there was no more apple pieces, Garret set the bowl off to the side of the bed, on the night stand and practically sat there. His form was a bit hunched over, arms rested on his legs as his head was tipped downward, as if he was contemplating his choices right at this very moment.

Stiles hoped he changed his mind and let him go, he was practically begging for it in his mind, but he didn't dare to voice it aloud. The very silence drummed in his ears, his heart clashing in his rib cage and he wondered why he hadn't went into a panic attack yet.

Whenever his heartbeat skyrocketed like this he would go into one almost immediately. The thought bugged Stiles, but he didn't want to usher it and grant that permission for it to make him go into one. He thought that it might be the fear or shock refusing to let it happen to him

From the corner of his left eye, he saw Garret ran a hand through his quiff and ruffled it, scratching his scalp.

"Do you know how long I've waited for this to happen? How much effort and suffering I went through for this to happen, at this very moment, just breathing the same air as you are now?" Garret said, making Stiles jump from his thoughts.

Stiles saw Garret turn his body and scooted closer to him. He set his right hand on Stiles left cheek, caressing it. Stiles shivered as he felt his thumb brush back and forth.

"I love you so much." Garret whispered. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Stiles. He whispered it over and over again. Stiles was about to say something until the man straddled Stiles and mashed his lips against his. Stiles was sure that was going to bruise, but Stiles' protest didn't reach Garret's ears at all.

Stiles had quickly smashed his lips together, not letting Garret in his mouth. The man force fed him, he was not about to let that mouth in his own. Garret seemed to get a bit frustrated since he couldn't get through his lips, no matter how hard he dug with his tongue.

There wasn't any hesitation as the man grabbed Stiles' cock through his boxers and squeezed. The sudden grab surprised Stiles. He gasped as the man squeezed it, not wasting another moment and dove his tongue right in Stiles' mouth. His tongue had wrapped around Stiles' own, sucking on it with intent. No matter how hard Stiles had dipped his head back, a feeble attempt at getting away from him, Garret would lean forward, closing the space between them.

Stiles was loosing air and the man didn't hold back at all. Stiles could feel himself grow weaker, his vision getting dark from the lack of air. This made tears water his eyes as Stiles arch his back, arms tugging the chains because he needed oxygen.

A quick moment later, Garret had released Stiles, allowing the boy to finally suck in oxygen. Stiles panted, looking up at the ceiling, anywhere, but Garret.

He was probably mistaken though, but he heard Garret muttering under his breath, something about 'forgetting'.

Forgetting what though?

"I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself." Garret apologized to Stiles. He practically flinched as Garret held his head and placed a kiss on his forehead and apologized once more. "But don't worry, I'll be gentle for you. You're going to feel wonderful, I promise." Garret said as he rose his head up, smiling fondly at Stiles.

Wait—gentle? Feel wonderful?

Before Stiles could connect the dots, he felt Garret shifting, moving between his legs now. Stiles felt his boxers slowly slip off of him and that just made his heart ram up into his throat.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, Garret, Garret, Garret, please, please, don't do this, please." Stiles pleaded, his tears now running down his cheeks. "Please, please." Stiles let out a sob as Garret ignored his cries and pulled them completely off, showing his private parts. Garret took the liberty of taking the knife and slicing it off of him.

"Don't worry, don't worry." Garret assured him. "I practiced, I know what I'm doing. I'm going to prepare you first, alright?" he smiled at Stiles. "It's just going to be like those other nights."

Other nights?

"I wish you were awake when it happened, when I practiced a bit on you. This is going to be perfect. You're going to open up for me just like before. When I slowly licked you open that night. Your body yearned to be touched, Stiles, by me." Garret said. "You have no idea how lovely the sounds you made were. The way you pushed back after I stopped. Leaving you after was so hard."

Stiles brain stopped.

"Y-you what?" Stiles said, frustrated that he couldn't find the right words to say. "How many times-" he choked on his words.

"Only twice." Garret said to him. "The first night you stayed at my place on the couch and again when I was over at your place after you fell asleep from the pills." he smiled, closing his eyes as he remembered. " The first time, I reached down your pants, you moaned so sweetly as I did. Mine and yours were touching and-"

"I-i didn't feel anything wrong the morning after." Stiles said, denying the thought that Garret had molested him in his sleep. He shook his head. "No, no-you're lying." he said.

"I didn't enter you quite yet. I didn't want to hurt you if I did something wrong. I cleaned you right up to avoid a sticky mess." Garret ran the palms of his hands up Stiles' thighs, his hips, running up his body. Stiles shivered at the slow contact. Garret brushed his fingers slowly over his nipples, causing Stiles to catch his breath. "Oh god Stiles. You're just absolutely beautiful." he heard the man praise him.

He rose up and pecked a kiss on Stiles' mouth, going down and placing one on his chin, nosing his way down his throat. He stopped at his chest, moving to the side and stopping right over his nipple. A huff of breath caused Stiles to shiver again.

Garret then gave a lick to his nipple, planting his mouth over it and started to suck on it in the process. The chains rattled as Stiles pulled at them. He bit at his lips, forcing him to not let out any sounds of disgusted pleasure from this. He refuses to give in, but his body naturally responds to it.

Garret nipped at it before trailing down his body, peppering his skin with kisses along the way. "I've waited for this moment forever, Stiles." he said as he stopped just below his belly button. "You don't know how long I've waited." he whispered to him.

"Garret, Garret, wait ple-" Stiles let out a gasp as Garret licked all the way down to his cock and swallowed his soft cock. Stiles let out a strangled gasp as Garret used his tongue and licked it. Stiles tried to not give into the disgusting pleasure this was giving his body. Stiles doesn't like any of this. He doesn't, but his body was just reacting naturally that it couldn't help itself.

Stiles was glad when Garret took his mouth off his cock, which he was so thankful it didn't go hard. Stiles jerked his right leg in surprise when Garret had bit the inside of his thigh and sucked on it. Stiles heard a click and the rattle of chains and realized that Garret had released the restraints on his legs.

Stiles tried to kick Garret away, though those efforts were practically useless when Garret had used his strength and gripped right behind Stiles' knees and pushed them back, exposing Stiles' bottom.

Garret didn't hesitate and started rimming Stiles' hole, circling around the entrance. Stiles shivered and clenched. He heard Garret chuckle slightly at the action and it just had Stiles sobbing already. Stiles helplessly tugged at the remaining restraints, but his hands were going nowhere.

Garret couldn't really push his tongue much further, not with the force Stiles was using to clench down hard. So he only licked as much as he could get in, and around. Garret maneuvered Stiles' legs so he had both hind legs in one grip, allowing him one free hand.

He stuck his middle finger in his mouth, pulling it in and out and wetting it thoroughly before bringing it to Stiles' entrance and gave a slight push. Stiles clenched even harder, but Garret pushed in hard. Stiles let out a broken gasp as he felt Garret sink his finger all the way to his knuckle. Even with the saliva covered finger, it still wasn't enough for it to go in smoothly.

When Garret's finger sank in, Stiles grasped the chains in his hands when he felt the burning pain that came along with it. It started to burn more when he thrusts it slowly in and out of him, adding another finger in the process, making a scissoring motion

Garret bent his head down, sticking his tongue out and went inside Stiles. The scissoring motion allowed him to hold him open a bit, which also allowed Garret to successfully enter him, via tongue that is. Stiles heard the man moan out as he slowly ate Stiles out.

Stiles chanted several no's inside his mind, over and over again. He knew tears streamed down the side of his face, broken sobs escaped through his mouth as he felt more and more saliva run inside of him and god just the thought of that made his stomach churn.

Stiles tried to keep the bile that threatened to come out of his mouth. He felt his own saliva gathered as he became nauseated. He didn't even dare to open his mouth at all, fearing puke would upchuck and he would choke on it.

Though the thought of choking and dying at the very moment sounds pleasant.

He hadn't realized that his vision was blurring, speckles of little colors flashed before he passed out.

It was the only time during this that was peaceful.

Garret noticed Stiles' body suddenly going limp in his hands. The chains rattled as his arms dropped, his legs going limp and being sprawled out a bit. Concerning him, Garret lifted his head up from where he was and took a look at him. The boy's face, a tear trail on either side of his eyes glistening in the light, wasn't as it was before. He didn't hear Stiles talk anymore.

"...Stiles?" Garret asked. He sets Stiles' legs down, spread apart, and went closer to him, putting the palm of his hand to the side of Stiles' face. He wiped the wet trail dry. Garret sighed.

He had forgotten.

Shit.

"Stiles?" he said again. The boy was out. "I'm so sorry. I got carried away with myself." he was too excited that he didn't prep Stiles, even though he practiced. He smoothed out the muscles in Stiles' injured leg, massaging them gently. "You'll feel better when you wake up, I promise."

Stiles remembered a moment. A special moment that happened between him and Derek. There wasn't any talking at all.

It happened probably at after that night, after Stiles and Derek did some extra studying of monsters that came wandering into Beacon Hills. It wasn't necessary and they were sure that they were going overboard with the research, but they weren't taking any chances at all. His dad was gone for the night so they could relax without him peering over his shoulder.

It was exhausting. Stiles was nearly passed out on his bed with his laptop in front of him. He was laying down on his stomach, trying to stay awake. Derek was leaning back on his bed from the ground, looking through the notes that were printed out. The battery on his laptop was dying out but he was just too tired to walk over there and plug it in, so instead he just grunted as it automatically shut off with seven percent left. He took it and plopped it on the floor beside his bed.

"D'rk" Stiles slurred. "Go'sleep already." he saw Derek turn his head slightly. Stiles could recognize the tired look in his eyes, a fond smile washing over the neutral expression he just had. It made his heart beat a little faster. "We c'n do mrr in the morning."

Derek just looked at Stiles fondly, eyes still lingered on him until he turned and set the papers aside. Derek was going so slow.

"Hrry and c'm to bed already." Stiles sighed out. Derek froze whatever he was doing and looked at him again. "You're too slow." Stiles let out an exhausted whine.

Derek nodded slightly as he shrugged his boots off, along with his socks that he tucked in each shoe. He shrugged his jeans off and his shirt, leaving him in his white wife beater and black briefs. He tugged the blanket off from under Stiles covered him with It. He slipped under the covers along with Stiles.

Stiles relaxed as he automatically went closer to Derek. He slotted himself in Derek's right arm, and rested his head on his shoulder. He sighed comfortably as he wrapped his right arm around Derek's lower waist. Derek stiffened, but relaxed moments later, closing his arm around Stiles comfortably. He let out a long, exhausted sigh and fell asleep.

It was when they woke up that was the special moment. He sleepily woke up and found himself still in Derek's grasp, his warmth so inviting that Stiles didn't want to move at all, except closer. Stiles burrowed his head further into the pit of Derek's arm, hugging at his waist tighter.

Stiles sighed contently. Derek woke up from Stiles movement and shifted around. Stiles was afraid that he was uncomfortable and was about to move away until he felt Derek's arm slid under Stiles, around his waist. Derek slid down a bit and gotten a bit more comfortable, though now he was half on top of Stiles' back, but he really didn't mind because it was warmer. Stiles digs his toes under Derek's leg.

Stiles slowly opened his eyes and met Derek's green eyes looking directly at him. His eyes raked over the green eyes and Derek's entire face, tracing every aspect of it. Stiles managed to wiggle an arm free from under Derek and gently traced at his jaw, two fingers running over his short beard. The sensation of his fingers running across his beard must be comforting because Derek leaned in closer, forehead resting on his.

Stiles' heart skipped a beat as Derek's eyes were closer to his now. It leaped to his throat when Derek softly pressed a kiss against Stiles' lips. He, of course, kissed back.

The kiss lingered, as if both didn't want to let go.

It was one of those moments, where nothing didn't need to be said, but their eyes said everything already. As if the moment finally concluded something for the both of them.

That both felt the same way for each other.

It was a special moment for Stiles.

But that moment will never happen again.

Stiles woke up from the painful memory. Painful for him because it was never going to happen again. He noticed that his hands weren't angled up. Still bound, but it was resting on the bed now, still above his head though. Stiles opened his eyes to see small, orange orbs of light around them. His vision finally cleared enough to see candle lights around the room. The sun was setting, from what Stiles could tell from outside the window.

Stiles' head was pounding though, like someone had hit his head repeatedly when he was out. He wondered where Garret was, since he wasn't in the room it seems, so Stiles had a few moments to spare and figure out what the hell to do.

Right now, he can't cry to himself about this. He has a few moments to spare. He needed to figure something out, but what exactly? He was bound to the bed, though Stiles noticed his legs were free. Stiles used the new knowledge and curled his legs in, hearing several joints pop. He stretched them, relieving all the tension from the aching muscles and fuck.

Stiles just reminded himself of his injured leg, that now pulsated with pain. Every time he tried to move it at all, moving any muscles at all in the leg put him in so much pain. Stiles gritted his teeth so he wouldn't cry out in agony. Something is seriously damaged in his leg and all the thrashing and the pulling didn't help at all.

He wondered that after he escapes, his leg would pose as a huge problem. Well, when he escapes that is. If his leg is hurting like it is now, then it will definitely be a problem.

Stiles was just going to have to suck it up and deal with it when the time comes then. He quickly looked around the room, trying to hatch a plan before Garret came back from who knows where he ran off to. He looked every where until someone caught his eye and made him jerk his head to a full stop.

He doesn't have much of a choice now, did he?

The sound of the door opening snapped Stiles from his thoughts. He turned his head to see Garret come in. A sudden relief expression seemed to wash over him as he made direct eye contact with Stiles.

"Stiles, I was so worried." he said as he came over to the beside and sat down. Stiles tensed up, prepared to fight back if Garret was to start anything else again.

"You were the reason I fainted." Stiles snapped at him.

"I know, It was because I got carried away too fast. I'm sorry. I won't make that mistake again, I promise." he looked sincere.

"Agai—no!" Stiles shouted at him. "My leg hurts, Garret. I fainted from what you did to me, what makes you think it won't happen again?" Stiles did a poor attempt at trying to inch away from the man, as if that could do anything for him.

"I know, that's why I prepared in case this situation ever came up. I told you, I promised you that I will make you feel good and take care of you, and I will." Garret held something up from his back pocket, something small wrapped in a thin piece of aluminum. Stiles clamped his mouth closed as Garret climbed over Stiles. Garret smirked slightly as he saw Stiles doing that. He bent down and pressed a kiss on Stiles' forehead. When his lips left Stiles' forehead, it felt tingly.

Tingly different as with Derek when he had kissed Stiles on the forehead. Tingly as in he wanted to scrub that spot over and over to erase Garret's kiss.

With no warning, Garret flipped Stiles over on his stomach gently. The sound of the thin piece of aluminum opening could be heard as Garret was behind him.

"Wait—what are you doing?" Stiles said nervously as he felt Garret part his cheeks. Stiles instinctively clenched harder. Garret lightly swatted Stiles on the ass.

"I'm not naive, Stiles. Besides, if I did it orally, I would be affected by it as well." Garret said to him. "Now quit that. I don't want to take other measures to get this in you."

"...wha-what do you mean affected?" squirmed under Garret's hands. "Garret—w-what are you doing?" Stiles flinched as he felt Garret press something cold in him. It felt somewhat sharp, though not enough to nick his skin. Stiles squirmed as he tried to force it out, but Garret's finger kept sliding along inside him, making sure that he couldn't push it out.

"I made it myself. Not too difficult, actually." Garret said. He felt the man press a kiss above the cleft of his ass. "It's a suppository. It'll make you feel good in a bit, don't worry."

Stiles heart stopped. "You don't mean..." Stiles asked carefully.

"Yes." Garret said. A sure, firm answer.

"No, no! Stop, I won't fight, please don't!" Stiles begged him. "Please, Garret." Stiles felt Garret slip his finger out, though replacing his finger with a foreign object.

"I want you to feel good, Stiles. I want this to be special to the both of us. We can both enjoy this together." Garret said. "Since my hands warmed it up a bit, the suppository will take about half an hour. This can keep it plugged in so nothing can drip out." he said. Garret pushed it in slowly, though Stiles is at least thankful for him lubing it up already.

He hated the fact that he had to admit it. Admit to the fact that he was a least a bit grateful that Garret wasn't rough with anything, yea, tied up, but there was no physical abuse. No hitting, punching, choking. No dry fucking.

Stiles swallowed hard again.

But the downside to it all was the fact that Garret had no intention of letting Stiles go at all. He still doesn't know why Garret was so fascinated with Stiles.

Was it because Stiles was the most vulnerable of the pack? Did Garret had some deep, sick, cruel plan to hurt them by starting with the weakest link?

Or was this just randomized, chose someone because he felt like it?

"And what if I pushed it out by myself?" Stiles asked him.

"Then I guess I have to inject it in you, but you don't want that, do you?" he said. "I mean, after all, you hate needles."

"Y-you're bluffing." he saw Garret get up from the bed and walk over to his bag that was leaning against the wall. He ruffled through it and saw him taking out a silver case, which he unlocked as he walked back over to Stiles. Stiles saw the assorted needles, little bottles of fluids, a large bottle, which without a doubt was the chloroform he used on Stiles in the forest. "Where did you get those?"

"Not that hard to buy it off the streets in Fresno. You know, black market in all?" he said. "I told you before Stiles. I prepared everything for us." he closed the case and stuck it back in his bag. "Now, you look sleepy." he said as he walked over to Stiles and sat down. He ran a hand through his hair slowly, rubbing his thumb along his temples every now and then when he stopped. "Take a nap, things should be ready when you wake up." he smiled.

"I'm no-t sl'ep'." Stiles said with a short breath. He started to slur, surprising himself. He felt a bit weak, getting sleepier and sleepier as Garret ran his hand through his hair still. His vision was starting to get blurry, eyelids fighting to keep up, but the sudden weights on them dragged them down. He sighed out, giving up on fighting to stay awake and let the darkness pull him into a short slumber.

Apparently, the alpha couldn't wait any longer and stormed off by himself. A few of the others had joined him, but the others stayed behind and just loaded up into the car when they got back and followed after the direction of where Stiles is being held at.

They headed off onto the long road towards the area, very few traffic through the road. They were glad, well, at least the sheriff was. He could just speed on through without worry.

"I can't believe Derek took off." Allison nearly growled. She was now sitting in the passenger seat, allowing the sheriff to drive.

"Him along with Peter, Erica and Scott." Danny said. "I'm tracking him right now, so Derek is leading the way to where Stiles should be." Isaac looked over to Danny.

"You chipped him?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He never takes his jacket off." Danny replied to the boy. "I'm wondering why you guys didn't go along with him." he asked the werewolves.

"We needed to divide separately. Besides, who knows what he has up his sleeves that can put you guys in danger." Boyd answered the man. He then noticed that the sheriff was slowing down. Everyone looked to the front, seeing Allison and him looking out the window. Everyone looked out, seeing a large ditch to the side of the road where no one could see it when they drive on by.

In the ditch though, was a large black truck, Garret's truck to be exact.

"Isn't that..." Lydia started. She looked over to the others, who looked perplexed as well.

"Yeah, that's his alright." Danny said as he observed the truck. "Does anyone know what thing can travel super fast in a short period of time?" everyone shook their heads.

The sheriff pulled the car into drive and sped off. "What happens if we don't find my son there." he asked, gripping the wheel tightly. The werewolves could sense that he was a mix of anger and so much hurt.

"We're going to find him." Jackson said. Everyone glanced at him, the sheriff looking in the rear view mirror momentarily before setting his eyes back onto the road. "We'll make sure of that."

The sheriff fought back the tears and nodded.

"How do you know he'll be there?" Erica asked Derek. "The truck-"

"He's going to be there. It's basic rules to ditch the get-a-way car." Peter said to the girl. "To thwart us off."

"And the fact that we found it back there pretty much proves that we're not dealing with any ordinary thing." Scott said as he picked up his speed.

"The sun is going to set soon." Erica pointed out.

"Then we better pick up the pace." Derek said to her.

"Derek, it's one little cabin in the forest, how are we going to find him in time?" she asked him. She didn't hear Derek say anything, as if he did anyways.

"We are."

Stiles finally woke up. His head was groggy, in fact, everything else was. His leg reminded him that it was still in pain, though he was weak to really move any of his other limbs. With enough effort, he could, but that took a lot of effort.

He had a blind fold on him, feeling the soft fabric that wrapped around his head, covering his eyes. He was still bound to the bed though, still on his stomach. Every time he would awaken, thinking maybe Garret had finally let him loose, but the rattles from the chain links would always remind him that it was a stupid thought to even think it.

He felt the plug was missing too.

He knows that Garret knows Stiles would probably do anything to get away, even if it meant running around naked. Stiles had no shame in doing that if he did get loose, he's tied up, molested and for fuck's sake, being embarrassed about nudity is the least of his problems.

Stiles couldn't see anything through the black blindfold. He couldn't make out any shadows or forms or anything. This left him completely and utterly vulnerable, of course he was that way before the blindfold, but he could see Garret and prepare for what the bastard wanted to do with him.

This though...this...he couldn't see anything. He couldn't prepare himself for anything.

Stiles mildly thought that, if he had just told someone in the first place, someone else, his dad or anyone in the pack or Derek. Maybe something would have been different? Maybe he wouldn't be here right now, maybe they would've taken care of it and all would go back to normal. Deciding to handle this on his own was the absolute worse choice he could have possibly make in his entire life, how could he have the thought that he could do this on his own. Find out who the stalker was and deal with it himself?

And even if he could unveil the stalker had he managed to find his identity, what then? Confront him? Threaten him?

Kill him?

Could he really do that? Take it to that extent. It just seems that either way in this whole mess, he would lose in the end, because Stiles can't take care of himself.

He can't even move at all, because of his leg. All because of his damn leg. Garret didn't even bother to tie them down because he knew how useless they were now. Well, one was fine, but it really wasn't any help when he has to support himself up somehow.

And now? He can't move it at all. Not without having to bare the pain that comes along with it. Stiles hoped that he doesn't lose the feeling in his leg. He was already stripped of his researcher title in the pack, and then get kicked out of the pack. They already have two efficient researchers, now where did that leave him? A useless human.

Now, he was a crippled human. One that couldn't move or see.

Well, barely see. If he tried hard enough, Stiles could focus his vision and try to make out what the objects were. He was sure that the blindfold was a last minute thing. Something that didn't fit the man all to well. He was prepared for everything, so the blindfold has to completely block everything out. He could make out several dull orbs.

That's when he figured it out. The orbs, they were a small flame. It was candles.

The room was decorated entirely of candles.

The candles...

He remembered using a lot of candles before.

"Why is it that the one time we need something, it isn't here?" Stiles complained. He rustled through the closet in the hallway, the last place to possibly find some, but no such luck.

"Stiles what are you trying to find? The light from the laptop is good enough." Derek said from behind.

"Yeah, but that's going to be dead soon, and so is my phone. Can't plug it in with the power out because of the random crazy storm that blew in all of a sudden." Stiles got up and closed the door. "No luck."

"Then we can just stop for the night. Sleep in early and I can leave."

"Leave, Derek?" Stiles said in disbelief. He walked towards the front door and unlocked it, opening it wide open. Derek looked outside, seeing nothing but waves and waves of rain being blown in the wind. "Leave in this storm?"

Stiles knew that he was right when Derek glared at him. He can't leave in the weather like that.

"Just close the stupid door, I get it." Derek said, rolling his eyes. He heard the door close, along with the locks turning. He sat himself on the couch, sighing.

"Do you honestly not have anything else we can use for light?" Derek paused. "Well, you."

"Me? Why only me?"

"I can see in the dark. Stiles."

"Why does nobody ever tell me anything?!" Stiles ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. Stiles saw Derek raise his eyebrows. His eyes were red. "Dude, that's so freaky." he said, staring at Derek's eyes. The man immediately stopped, blinking the red eyes away.

"Sorry." he apologized.

"No, no. Nothing to be sorry for. It was freaky in a good, sexy way-" Stiles clamped his mouth shut.

"...Stiles?"

"Oh! I have candles!" Stiles exclaimed. "I shoved them in the attic." he got up quickly. "Help me get them, dude."

"Why do you have so many candles?" Derek asked as he picked up the box.

"Uh, it was part of my ten year plan for Lydia..." Stiles murmured.

"And which step was this?"

"Wooing/first time sex." Stiles quickly said. "Enough questions, let's light these babies."

"You were lying." Derek said as he watched Stiles light the candles up and placed them carefully around the living room.

"No I wasn't."

"Stiles."

The boy sighed. He went towards the box and picked one up. Derek noticed it was the one he avoided, the one he picked around. Stiles went and sat beside Derek on the couch. He pulled his legs in, hugging them.

"My mom used to collect them. Particular ones that caught her eye."

"Are these-" Derek said a bit urgent.

"No, no. These are mine. I tried getting into it like she did, but I could never see what she saw in them. They were just...candles to me. We locked Mom's up in a chest with her other stuff." Derek was quiet. "She only used them when the moment was special. When it was, she would take one out and let me light them."

Stiles set the candle down on the table.

"Why didn't you do the same? Wait for a special moment." Derek asked him. Stiles smiled, licking at his lips and resting his chin on his knees.

"I did."

Stiles suddenly felt skin. Not his skin, but someone else, someone warm. It was so inviting, a feeling within him wanted to curl up against the warmth, like Derek.

Was...was it Derek?

But then something else in him made him think again, making him realize that it wasn't the man he love. Far from it, in fact

Bile ran up his throat as he felt more skin against him. Like he was draping himself over Stiles, caging him in. He wasn't doing anything though. He was just there, most likely looking down at how vulnerable Stiles was now.

Oh how pathetic he felt for himself. He hated this feeling. The feeling that made him...that made him...

So human.

The hands run up from behind his knees, stopping at just the curve of his ass. They go down again, and up. Stroking, caressing every part they felt of him. Every time the hands touched Stiles, it became warmer and warmer. It was rather addictive.

The hands stop at his ass, hands grabbing at each cheek and spreading them apart. Stiles gasped as he felt a small rush of air being blown at his hole.

That made him feel all...tingly. Like an electrical shock that coursed throughout his body. It messed with his nerves and somehow it made his dick jerk. It wanted more.

But Stiles didn't.

But you do.

No he didn't.

Yes you do.

No.

"Yes" something whispered to him. "You do."

The voice was so enticing. It sounded...enchanting.

Alluring.

It made Stiles want more.

"Yes, more."

Stiles' heart pounded against his chest. It wanted to jump out of his throat but something...something was holding it down. Anchoring it down for better terms. Stiles knows that he should be in several panic attacks by now, but they never came. He shouldn't be able to breathe as clearly, but he's breathing just fine, aside from his gradual panting due to the electrical skin contact he kept receiving.

Something wasn't right.

Something...wasn't normal.

Was It with Stiles? Or Garret?

The feeling of hands were on his back, rubbing into the kinks in his back that were aching. Stiles was starting to get sore and stiff from being chained to the bed for several hours at least, unable to move or shift positions unless Garret wanted to move him.

The sudden massage was...nice. It felt so nice. It felt so relaxing.

"Stiles." a voice called to him. "You're perfect." the voice complemented him. "So." there was a kiss at the middle section of his spine. It sent chills up his spine and down his arms. "Incredibly." another far up. "Perfect." the last at the nape of his neck.

Something hot was being pressed in the cleft of his ass. It rubbed back and forth over his hole, teasing it lightly when the head nudged at it a little. Stiles let out soft little gasps and moans at the feeling. It was weird, his body being so sensitive like this.

"Adorable." Garret said softly.

Stiles was being carefully turned over, exposing his half hard dick. When the rush of air had hit his front side, his nipples had quickly hardened, his dick started to twitch with anticipation again. Hands ran down his chest, just brushing against his nipples. The soft touch made him flinch away. Stiles knew his nipples were sensitive, but never that sensitive. He bit his lip just to fight back the moan that threatened to come out. Though, the arch in his back had let the man know that his body liked it.

His body, not Stiles. His body wanted more of the touch, more of the pleasure it was receiving, but Stiles didn't want it. He didn't want any of it.

"But you do." something told him. "You do want more."

The sudden slow, long, warm, wet stripe against his cock made him gasp out. It was mostly out of surprise. He couldn't see, so he couldn't expect it coming. He didn't hear Garret say anything at all.

The man was working at his cock, sucking on it and licking, making Stiles squirm and moan out. It didn't take him long to get fully hard, twitching, yearning for more attention. Garret swirled his tongue at the head of Stiles' cock, leaving Stiles squirm around so much against it. He tried not to give into it, tried not to thrust against it. It'll only encourage the man more.

But for some sick reason, the man is encouraged enough as it is.

He was still working at his cock when Stiles felt his hands slowly travel up his body, fingers reaching at his perked out nipples. It both got caught between Garret's fingers. He playfully twisted them around, pushed at it, teasing it. Stiles was whimpering at this.

But then it both stopped. The sucking at his cock and the teasing at his nipples. The man's warm body shifted on the bed, moving closer to Stiles. Moving up.

Hands caressed his face, placed at his cheeks as the fingers slipped under the fabric, allowing dim lights peeking through. The fabric was pushed up and over Stiles' head, finally removing it from him completely.

Stiles could finally see.

And the first thing he saw was Garret. He knew it was him, even with his vision a bit blurred at the moment.

The man was giving Stiles those eyes again. Why were they always so happy? Stiles knew that they always lit up every time it laid it's eyes on Stiles'. Whenever Stiles came around, Garret was always immediately happy.

Why was that? Stiles never did anything special. They rarely talked the first time they met and even before then, Garret was like that. Why was this man so entranced by Stiles?

Why did things have to go out so horribly when someone liked Stiles.

"Does it?" it echoed. "Does it have to turn out horrible?"

Stiles blinked the blur away slowly.

"It doesn't have to turn out as horrible as you're making this to be."

It doesn't?

"Do you want it to be horrible?"

No, he doesn't.

"Then why are you so aversive to this?

"Why must you be this way?"

"Why do you fight?"

Because he doesn't need help. That's why he fights.

"-need your help, Stiles."

Wait...

"We didn't need your help, Stiles."

That's Derek's voice.

"They don't need you. They don't want you."

They're right. They didn't need him. They didn't want him.

"That's right."

He didn't need them. He didn't.

"Yes."

Tears fell down from Stiles' eyes. He could see Garret's face clearly now. Stiles opened his mouth, trying to find any words, but nothing came out. He doesn't know what to say.

"Garret..." Stiles finally said. The man smiled and dove down to kiss Stiles. Garret had muffled out anything else that was about to come out of Stiles' mouth and kissed him hard. Kissing like it was the only thing he needed, like he had wanted it for so long.

The kiss overwhelmed Stiles. It sent a burst of a tingly sensation throughout his body and Stiles couldn't lay still. He couldn't be still. He needed more of the heat from Garret. More skin contact, more touching, more friction. Why was his body wanting more, but his heart yelling at him to stop?

Stiles couldn't breathe now, but before he could think any further, Garret had let go of his lips. The man latched onto Stiles' nipple and licked at it. He twirled the tip of his tongue at the nipple before starting to suck on it, his hand was playing with the other.

Stiles arched his back, a crazy wave of pleasure hitting him so suddenly, chains rattled as Stiles pulled at his restraints. He moaned, only broken syllables coming out.

"Finally." he heard Garret murmur. It was hard to hear it when he practically attacked Stiles' skin with his mouth, leaving marks everywhere.

"G-Garret." Stiles managed to say. "Please...please..." It was getting harder to say complete sentences.

"Don't worry, I've got you." Garret said, leaving a kiss at his pelvic area. "You'll feel so good, Stiles." the man promised. Stiles swallowed slowly, looking at the man as he positioned himself between Stiles' legs again. "I've been waiting for this for so long." Garret whispered. "Waiting for you, for us."

Stiles felt his hips being lifted a bit and felt a pillow being placed underneath his bottom. Garret pushed Stiles' legs in, towards his chest, fully exposing him.

"Wait—Garret, please, stop." Stiles choked out. Garret looked at him and smiled. In the pit of Stiles' stomach, he knew Garret wasn't going to listen to any of his pleading.

"It's fine to be scared, but that feeling will go away." he said. Garret let go of Stiles for a moment, most likely preparing himself. Stiles could hear the snick of a bottle being open. Stiles began to sob when he felt something hot press slightly at his asshole. It didn't press in quite yet. That and he could feel that Garret wasn't wearing any condom.

"G-Garret, why?" Stiles asked, he had to. "Why are you doing this? Of all people...why me?" the man didn't answer him. "Garret, ple—ah!" Stiles gasped out as he felt the head slipping through his sphincter, then pure heat as Garret slid his entire cock into him. Both he and Stiles had moaned out.

The man didn't move, allowing Stiles to get used to the penetration. Stiles had naturally clenched around it, trying to close himself back up. It was useless, pointless to do such a thing. The only thing it did was send more sick, pleasuring shock waves throughout his body.

No, no, no, no, no. This wasn't supposed to happen, it wasn't supposed to go this far, wasn't he always saved before it got worse? Ritual from dark druids? Saved before they burned him alive. Drowned alive from sirens? Saved before he sunk too deep. Eaten alive by a troll? Saved before it squashed him. Countless of other times, he was saved in the nick of time.

Why was this happening now? Why this? He doesn't want to go through with this, not with him This...this was his first time. Garret had taken away something that was supposed to be special. Something he was saving until he and Derek were ready. Stiles didn't have a choice now.

Garret pulled out slowly, though not entirely. He left just the tip of his head before pushing back in again. The man started out gently. He didn't slam into him, though Stiles was sure he was going to work it up to that point. Stiles writhed, knowing full well that it was pointless to make such a poor attempt, but he wasn't going to accept defeat.

Though now, Stiles wanted to scurry away in his head and not think about what's currently happening to him now. He wanted to shut away, but the drug that Garret gave him didn't let that happen. The drug made him sensitive to a point if he actually fainted again, a few hard thrusts over his prostate would get him back up. He needed to stop crying. Crying never helped anything, not matter how much someone sacrifice their tears.

"You look so beautiful when you cry, love." Garret said as he rolled his hips and tilted, running his cock over Stiles' prostate. "It makes your eyes shine." the man took Stiles chin with his hand and leaned down and kissed Stiles again. He didn't stop his thrusts when he kissed him, he just kept at his rhythm.

He then felt a warm hand grasp his hard cock that started to slowly stroke it. Stiles tried biting back a moan, but he couldn't help but let it out. Stile gasped as he felt the other hand trail up his chest and flatten out over his nipple. Stiles arched his back when Garret started to mess with his over sensitive perky nipples. Garret then bent his head and latched his mouth onto the other one, flicking his tongue over it constantly. Stiles mewled when he started to pinch and suck on them again.

Garret pulled his hips back and then started to put a little more more force in his thrusts. It caused Stiles to throw his head back, tugging at his restraints, straining his muscles to ignore the sick pleasure. It took all of Stiles willpower to not grind back. No, that will only encourage the man, something he was avoiding.

He felt something slick inside him and the color nearly drained from his face. Garret had came inside Stiles. The man grunted when it happened and smiled, continuing on his thrusts. He rolled and rotated his hips and-

and

Stiles was almost near climax. He could feel it coming, why? Why is his body betraying him?

No, no, no, no, no, no. It can't happen.

Stiles bit his lip.

How was he going to get out of this?

How can he possibly do this on his own?

He will never accept this and submit to him.

He wasn't going to let Garret do this to him.

He wasn't going to let him do this to him, break Stiles.

He wasn't going to "let that man do that to you?"

Sties blinked in confusion.

What?

...Mom...?

"What sweetie?"

"Why did you let that mad do that?"

"Baby boy, I didn't let him do what he wanted."

"But-"

"I was playing along with him until the police came."

"Until Daddy came?"

"Yes, and he did, see?"

"Daddy's face is red."

"He's not happy with him."

"I'm not too! He hurt you."

"I'm fine hun'. Sweetie, I need you to listen to me for a second, alright?"

"Yes, mommy?"

"Whenever you get into trouble like I did, you have to play along until help comes. If you don't things will turn out worse for you, understand?"

"But why?"

"Because if we don't, they'll be really mean and hurt you twice as much."

"But what if I get stronger? I can protect you and nobody will hurt us! Not even Scott's mean daddy."

"Oh really? Are you protecting Scott too?"

"And his mommy!"

"What about you honey? You can't forget about yourself, little one."

"I can take care of myself! Nobody will hurt me!"

"Just promise me okay?"

"I promise!"

That's right.

He made a promise, to his mother. He promised her that he could protect himself, he promised his mom that he would listen to her.

But nobody was coming for him. Help wasn't coming.

Stiles just can't wait for help.

"-have to play along-"

"I can protect myself!"

It was as if something finally slapped him out of his denial dazed thinking. He remembered now. Something seemed to make his thoughts clearer, and Stiles remembered.

"-we didn't need your help, Stiles."

That's it.

That's it.

They didn't need his help, and Stiles didn't need theirs.

Stiles doesn't need their help.

He can do this.

He can't let his mother down.

He can't let himself down.

Stiles tuned back. The weird haze that started to cloud his mind was gone. He was still sensitive, but his mind was his own now.

"Stiles, you're so incredible." he heard Garret praise him. "So unbelievable. Don't worry, just relax-" the man started when he slowed his tempo.

Stiles let out a whine and finally grind against him, Garret's cock hitting him in just the right spot. "N-" Stiles bit his lip.

Garret looked at him, observing his rosy cheeks. He was waiting, waiting for Stiles to finish what he was saying.

"Don't stop." Stiles whispered. "P-please don't stop. I'm almost there." Garret smiled and continued on with his thrusting. Stiles let out a yelp as Garret finally hit the right spot over and over again.

"Anything for you, all for you." he worked up his thrusts again. Garret heard the chains tug hard when he saw Stiles try and put his arms around him, head forward to try and kiss him. He heard the boy grunt when he plopped his head back on the pillow.

"D-dammit." Stiles let out a defeated whine. "I can't-"

"Don't worry Stiles, hang on." Garret reached over him, and now Stiles was facing his chest. Stiles pecked kisses on it that earned a few chuckles from Garret. Stiles, at long last, felt his arms go loose.

As soon as Garret lowered himself back down, Stiles immediately used his jello arms and ran his fingers through the man's hair, pulling his head down and kissed him hard.

"Why me?" Stiles said between his kisses.

"Because you are everything to me." Garret told him. Stiles wrapped his arms around Garret's neck, getting closer to Garret as possible.

This, of course, encouraged Garret to thrust even harder and faster. Stiles went along with it, hoping that this would work the drugs out of him. His gut is wrenching in pure disgust, but it was necessary. It was all necessary.

Stiles tried using both his legs to wrap them around Garret, but the pain reminded him to not move it.

Don't move it.

Stiles ignored the reminder anyways and wrapped it gently around his waist, pushing down to meet with Garret's thrusts.

"Perfect, this is all perfect." Garret whispered to Stiles.

"I need to come, please." Stiles panted in his ear.

"We're almost there."

"Can I—can I ride you?" Stiles asked the man softly. Garret looked at him. "I've always wanted to try it, I-i do It all the time at home with my-"

"Your toys, I know." Garret smiled from ear to ear. He carefully brushed a few of Stiles' sweat damp locks of hair from his forehead. "You're so perfect."

"Can i-" before Stiles could complete his sentence, Garret flipped both of them quickly and carefully. Garret thrusts up quickly, making Stiles moan out.

Stiles used his legs to lift him up, but immediately dropped himself when it was too much pressure for his damaged leg. Stiles gripped at it hard, face contorting in pain.

"Stiles? Stiles, whats wrong?" Garret asked him. "Oh no, I forgot." he said and laid his left hand down on Stiles' leg. "Here, it should feel better now, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I forgot."

The pain in his leg started hurting less and less. Stiles knew this type of feeling all too well. It wasn't exactly similar, but just like it. It felt just like how Scott or Derek would leech the pain away from him.

"I completely forgot about that." Stiles sighed out as the pain was being leeched away. He set his hand on Garret's. "Thank you." Stiles whispered.

"Anything for you."

After that, Stiles started to use his legs to raise himself up and down, bouncing up and down on Garret. He ignored anything else Garret had to say. Stiles needed to focus on trying to come. Trying to work the drugs out of his system. Garret gripped Stiles' cock and pumped at it while Stiles continued on. He heard Garret groan out, a signal that he was about to come.

The absolute worse part of playing along was the fact that Garret had came inside of him, setting Stiles' fear that he was going to catch something from the man. Though another part of him thought that maybe, just a possible chance, that this man wasn't all who he seemed to be.

Stiles bent forward, thrusting shamelessly in the man's grip as he continued to pump him. Good and not good. The focus was on him now, which is good because he needed to come already, bad because Garret was focused on him. There needs to be a distraction of some sort.

That's when Stiles realized that Garret was still hard, still in Stiles.

"You can—you can keep going." Stiles said breathlessly. Garret nodded as he thrusts up, moaning in ecstasy. Stiles moaned out, pushing back until he finally came, until Garret finally came too.

Stiles wanted to just be knocked out, fall asleep at how drained he is, but he can't. He can do that at home In the security of his own home, but now? He needs to stay up now.

Though Garret seemed dazed. He looked like he was lost in thought, smiling to himself. It seemed so wrong, in so many ways. Garret closed his eyes as he smiled to himself in his own happiness.

It didn't seem like a sick, sadistic smile. Not a smile from a crazy, mad person. It was almost a true, genuine smile.

Stiles felt Garret slip out of him, almost breathless as Stiles was. The boy leaned forward, hands at each side of Garret's, and kissed him. The man seemed satisfied as he kissed Stiles back. The man relaxed his body from under, and Stiles took that as a signal.

"We're going to be so happy with each other." he whispered to Stiles. "We can finally live our lives with each other, and get old and die with each other. I know because I can't live without you. It was hard, but finding you gave me that hope again."

Stiles didn't pay attention to what Garret was saying, until he said that last bit. Stiles was curious, dangerously curious as to what the man meant.

"What do you mean I gave you hope again?" Stiles whispered to him, wanting to make it as intimate as possible for him. Garret raised his hands and cupped Stiles cheeks.

"You'll remember." he said. "I'll help you with that. Then after I helped you, I can finally be at peace and live a normal life."

Stiles gears start turning slowly. After wards? Finally be able to live 'peacefully' and 'normally'.

Stiles shook his head eternally. Safety, he needed to be safe. He can get answers after wards when he goes to talk to Deaton about it.

Stiles rested his head again. A head rush coming at him with such vengeance.

It made him black out for a moment.

"Kid."

"Kid!" fingers snapped at him. Stiles gave a slight jump before his vision cleared and focused. He saw Garret in front of him, worried. Stiles' eyes darted around quickly, seeing himself in his room.

Stiles was on his bed, Garret at the foot of it. Stiles started to back away, shaking his head.

What was Garret?

"Kid, focus!" he said to Stiles. Stiles stopped.

Garret didn't refer to Stiles as kid.

"You're not-"

"I am actually. My name is really Garret, but not that monster that you've been trapped with, that I was trapped with."

Stiles' face contorted in confusion.

"I don't have much time before he brings you back again." Garret said.

"Wait—are you possessed?" Stiles asked him. Garret seemed surprised.

"Yes, I am."

"Is that a ghost? A demon?"

"You seemed to believe in it with no doubt." Garret said to Stiles.

"I've had my run-ins with a lot of supernatural." Stiles said to him. Garret nodded his head. "Why is this happening to me? What does he want with me?"

"You remind him of someone from his time."

"His time?"

"Evain Dallas." Garret gave him a name. "They were in love, Evain and...the thing that took over me. Our family came from a long line of powerful shamans. My grandmother told me, any men from one generation to the next would get taken over by him. She told me that one day, Evain just vanished from thin air. No traces what so ever. He was so devastated that he had died from his depression. He never went on to the after life though. The family of his called for a Shaman, My great grandmother. She did a whole ceremony for his soul to go on to the afterlife, but he never did. He couldn't, not with him having such a huge factor tying him down here, waiting for Evain to come back to him, and that's what he did. Day by day, his spirit grew weaker. That's when he started taking over bodies. The first one was my great grandfather. He can move out of the body also, going in his spirit form. My grandmother said he never did it as often, since it took up too much power, not until he saw you one day."

"When did he take you over?" Stiles wondered.

"When I was barely fourteen. My dad died early from cancer."

"So I reminded him of Evain?"

"You bear a striking resemblance to Evain."

"How would you know?" Stiles looked at him.

"There are pictures buried underneath our lodge. That's the place where our lineage was rooted at."

"Where is it?" cause Stiles really wanted to know if it's legit or not.

"a lodge located in Hume. It's held under my name so ask the main office for directions if you're curious. My crazy great aunt should be living in one of the lodges, she knows and hates him for taking over me."

Stiles nodded.

"Stiles." he paused. "I think you know what you have to do to make it stop. He doesn't have much power left. He had stored it before you finally caught his eyes. He over exerted himself to a point where he's actually becoming human again. If you manage to escape and not deal with him, it's only going to continue until he finds his next Evain. He'll keep doing this until he and Evain die together."

Stiles nodded slowly, feeling a head rush coming again. The thing was pulling him back from his mind.

"I was planning to."

"Stiles." he said "He loved Evain, but he fell in love with you too."

Stiles woke up, still on top of Garret. He felt hands rubbing at his back in soothing circles coming to a stop. He raised his head, looking at the man.

"I'm sorry that keeps happening." 'Garret' said to him.

Stiles shook his head. "I just need some sleep, that's all."

Garret cupped Stiles cheeks again. Stiles doesn't say anything. He just looks at him as he took Garret's hands and laid them down beside his head, dipping his head down to kiss Garret again.

That's when things finally clicked, and by that, he did mean an actual click. Not just any click, one from the lock on the restraints. Stiles had observed them during his freakout. It had a metal shell on the outside, nobody really couldn't see much of it, but he had a feeling that it was just the one snap lock, the kind that just locks automatically when you snap the two together.

"Stiles?" he said. Garret tugged at the chains hard. "What are you doing?"

Stiles didn't look at him as he started to back off. Garret started to struggle slightly. "Stiles, Stiles? No!" a sudden blast surprised him. It blew past him and then forced him down. Stiles struggled against whatever it was, he was still straddled over Garret.

So Garret had a little bit of power left in him, power from whatever Garret actual was. Stiles now knew that Garret didn't have much left in him though.

Stiles struggled as he moved his arm and managed to get it under a pillow. He gritted his teeth as he mustered enough strength of his own and in one swoop motion, gripped the knife he hid and plunged it down in Garret's chest.

The sudden force was gone, and Stiles can move freely as last. He moved quickly, throwing himself off of Garret and successfully knocked over the table next to the bed.

Right over the candles.

They got knocked over, each catching on fire, spilling on the floor and creating one huge flame. Stiles quickly went to the foot of the bed and locked the restraints on his ankles.

"Stiles?"

"Where are you going?!" Garret asked as he desperately tugged on his own restraints.

"Come back! Don't leave me alone again!" he shouted from the flames. He saw Stiles look at him, a look of deep regret. The boy shook his head as he back pedaled slowly, glancing at Garret and the flames growing around him. "Don't LEAVE ME!" he shouted through what seemed to be blood that was began to pool in his throat.

"DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"COME BACK, COME BACK TO ME!"

"WE'LL BE HAPPY TOGETHER!"

"...please, please don't leave me again."

"Why are you leaving me? I waited for you."

"I waited for you."

"Please?"

Stiles covered his ears as he turned around, finding a way out of the flames in the room. Garret kept yelling and pleading and Stiles didn't want to hear any of it.

He apologized to him, repeatedly. Several times. He's so sorry for the soul that got consumed by the horrible monster, but it was too late. It was too late for the real Garret to fight back. Too many years and he was damned by his lineage. The man did not chose this.

He could not choose his own fate.

Stiles chose his fate though, to finally rest in piece. To rest the soul that have been suffering from the thing that lurked in his body. The thing that over took him so easily.

"I'm so sorry." Stiles sobbed out.

"Stiles..." he saw Garret through the flames. He saw him chained to the bed just as Stiles was. Garret was crying, trying hard to reach for Stiles.

Reaching for Evain.

Reaching for him.

Reaching for something he fell so deeply in love with.

"...Stiles..." the body was burning. The skin catching on fire, heat burning him, his flesh, muscles, his bones. Burning him down to the very core of the body's existence.

Garret confessed to Stiles. The last few moments of his life he confessed, wholeheartedly. He lifted his hand up slightly, fingers tracing over Stiles' face, as if he was actually touching him again. "Stiles...I...I love you...so much."

The flames had consume the large portion of the cabin, wood wailing out as the flames danced throughout the room.

The hand fell.

The tears stopped falling from Garret's eyes. All but one drop fell from his eyes.

"Thank...you." he choked out with his final breath.

The soulless eyes stared at him, from what Stiles could see through the flames. His gut wrenched. He turned away, couldn't bare to look at the burning body. Stiles backed away, dragging his leg that would not move at all. The leg was numb as well, causing Stiles to go slow. There was pain everywhere on his body, inside and out, but he didn't have time to wince and curse at the pain.

His fight or flight instinct was kicking in and it yelled at him to move now.

Move, move, move, move, move, go, go, go, go, go, go.

A burst of energy bloomed inside him, making him limp away faster than before. He knows where this came from. Adrenaline, that extra boost energy stored away until danger approached.

Stiles ignored all the pain and kept moving, managing to yank open the bedroom door and limp out, limping faster before the flames could catch up to him. He frantically looked around the new room he had never been in, since he had been chained to the bed for who knows how long. Stiles didn't even have time to find any shoes. After finding the door that lead outside, he went straight towards it.

He didn't know why, but everything felt so far away. The door seemed so far away, getting a bit darker than before. Something was dripping down his nose, but he didn't pay attention to what it was.

Though, after it got into his mouth, it tasted metallic.

He didn't know why he was bleeding from his nose.

He didn't care right now though. Now?

He needed to get out.

He finally reached to the door, opening it, only to find himself staring at staring at a rather small room.

Another room.

Not outside.

Stiles cursed under his breath, regretting it now that he's coughing. It was getting hotter and hotter and Stiles was sure the fire was making it's way over to him. Above him, the ceiling moaned out, a large crack echoed out before it fell on its self, blocking the path Stiles had just taken. The fire grew larger.

The ceiling was on fire and he was sure that he was going to be trapped and burned alive. He quickly looked around for a window, anything to get out from because now he was trapped. Unless he wanted to try and leap over the fire before him, he was going to have to find out a way out of the room he's stuck in. Stiles quickly shut the door so the smoke won't get in. He breathed slowly before looking around for a window.

He spotted one, a slightly small one. It was located pretty high on the far wall. His lower body is a bit slender. He'd have to squeeze his upper half of his body, but he can probably fit through there. He has to try.

He can save himself. He doesn't need anyone to help him.

They didn't need him, so he doesn't need them.

Stiles looked around and spotted a fold up table sitting in the corner. He went over and dragged the table out in front of the window. He struggled for a few moments, but he finally managed to prop the table up successfully.

Stiles could hear the crackles of the flames that threatened to consume the door at any minute. He had to hurry and get the hell out of here.

Stiles climbed on top of the table. He steadied himself since it was wobbling a bit and reached on up. He unlocked the latch on there and lifted it open. Stiles heaved himself up, clawing at the ground to drag himself out of there. The dirt he clawed at tumbled down inside the window.

Stiles could hear the flames coming closer. He glanced behind him and saw the glow dancing from under the door. He knows he doesn't have much time until it finally reached the room and burns him alive. Stiles refused to die here.

He jumped, clawing at the ground and digging his knees and feet into the wall, trying to pull himself up. Stiles dug his elbow into the ground as he pulled himself out, squeezing through the window. He turned slightly, pushing at the outer wall and the other hand on the ground.

Stiles can hear the flames crackling, the door moaning as it finally gave in. It wasn't long before he would be in the fire's grasps.

He needed to hurry. He was getting tired, exhaustion creeping up on him, but he fought it. He needed to get away. Stiles quickly pulled hard when he felt the heat. It was getting intensely hotter.

Just a bit more.

He's half outside.

He's almost free.

"C'mon Stiiles! You can do this!" he yelled to himself. He gritted his teeth and dug at the ground, pushing at the outer wall as best as he can and managed to finally get his lower half out of the window, only for a piece of burning wood from above fall directly on top of one his arms. Stiles let out a scream as he felt the wood dug into his skin, the flames burning his arm.

Stiles scrambled up, pushing the large piece of wood off of him, burning his hand in the process.

One leg almost out of commission and an arm in the process.

Lovely.

Stiles pushed up and ran, ignoring the signals of pain that his nervous system was giving to him. He didn't get too far from the cabin. His leg completely gave out, the pain intensifying as he tried to move it at all. His arm was stinging as well.

That and in his rush to get out of the cabin, he didn't bother to grab anything to cover himself up with, so he was lying face down, completely naked. Stiles glanced behind him, wincing as it brought pain to his leg. The whole entire cabin was in flames, and the absolute worse part of it was, was that the trees surrounding it was beginning to catch on fire too.

His head was pounding, everything was pounding.

He seemed far away enough from the cabin.

So he just gave up and fell asleep.

He got out. He did it. He did it all on his own.

He deserved to take a little rest.

"Derek, Derek!" Erica yelled to him. "We need to leave!"

"I can't leave him there!" Derek growled, trying to get to Stiles. He was lying there on the ground, out cold. Peter held him back, pulling him away.

"There almost near, Derek. We need to leave now!"

"She's right, Derek, we need to go. If we stay, we'll be accomplices, and you can't afford another arrest for a criminal charge again." Peter said to him. "Scott, don't even think about it." he snapped his head to the boy, who desperately wanted to get to his best friend.

They were running around aimlessly in the forest, trying to pick up any scent possible, until a line of smoke was seen in the distance. It was something for them to follow.

As they inched closer, the scent became stronger.

Not of the burning wood, but the smell of a body burning, they ran faster, fearing Stiles was trapped.

He wasn't.

By the time they found him, the fire had stretched to the trees surrounding the area, inching closer and closer to Stiles.

They had found him naked, passed out on the ground. He had manage to get out, but by the scent they could smell from him, they had come too late.

Sirens were in the distance, many of them.

Erica pulled Scott along as they ran away, both Derek and Scott giving Stiles one last glance before being forced to run away.

"Put the fire out now! Control as much as you can until the chopper comes!" the chief yelled to the others. The emergency squad was on stand-by, waiting for victims to treat.

"Sir! Haney found a dead body in the fire. Knife in the chest and restrained."

The chief cursed, a murder? He was soon interrupted by a voice shouting to the others, saying that she needed the emergency squad. He turned to see her kneeling next to a bare body.

"We found someone unconscious! Second degree burns." She carefully flipped the boy over and gathered him in her arms, carrying him over to the emergency squad that were ready to take him in the car and drive him off to where the helicopter clearing was.

She gently set him in the back area and soon they went to cover him with a large blanket, giving him some oxygen, just in case he had inhaled any of the smoke.

"Vince, call for the transportation." one of them asked.

"Already on it, five minutes. Report, Helen?"

"Second degree burns to his right arm and hand. Bruising to his wrists and ankles."

"We need a rape kit for him also." another said as he inspected the fluid leaking from behind closer.

"Jesus Christ." one of them muttered. "He's just a kid."

They reached the clearing, helicopter already waiting for them. They quickly strapped him to the gurney and hooked him up to an I.V.

"We're ready." one of them announced after they hooked him up. As she inspected the boy, she looked out the window, seeing a black wolf.

"I thought there were no more wolves in California." she asked. Another one looked out.

"Could be from Nevada."

"It's staring right at us." she said. The other shrugged. She looked down at it until it turned around and left.

Stiles didn't want to wake up. He was afraid that, If he did, he would wake up lying on the bed, tied up and Garret right there looking at him.

He shifted a bit, noticing that his arms were next to him. He heard the beeping of a machine in his left ear. A hospital.

He was at a hospital.

A hospital.

Stiles opened his eye slowly, letting his eyes adjust the the sunlight beaming from the windows. It was morning, telling from the clock on the wall. He smiled to himself, a little chuckle escaping his lips.

"I did it." he said to himself proudly.

"Stiles?" a voice made him jump. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." it quickly apologized.

"Dad?" he said, instantly knowing who the voice belonged to. Stiles turned his head and saw his dad in the corner. He smiled, relieved that he finally woke up.

"Stiles, thank god." he got up and walked over to him. His dad pressed a button to call the nurse in, to which he answered that Stiles was awake now. "How're you feeling?" he asked his son. He rested a hand on top of Stiles' head, thumb rubbing it gently.

"Exhausted, arm hurts. How long was I out?" he nudged the bandaged arm.

"Arm's healing pretty good though. You were out for four days. You're in Fresno." he said. He bent and kissed Stiles on the head. "I'm so glad you're alright. Stiles, what happened?" his dad asked him a question he didn't know how he would answer.

Stiles opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Before he could figure out what to say, the nurse came in, along with a doctor.

"Stiles, it's great to finally see you up this time." the doctor asked him

"This time?" he asked her.

"You were in and out several times. Now, I want to talk to you about your injuries. You sustained second degree burns to your right arm and hand, so I suggest aloe and fresh bandages frequently for it. Now for your leg, your father said that you had injured it before. Overuse or no proper care of it can result in this. It'll take some time to heal, so you'll be wearing a leg brace for it to keep it still. You're going to have to be in physical therapy for a while, and you'll most likely be limping on it."

"I won't be in a wheel chair, will I?" Stiles asked her.

"Your choice, but I'm sure that you'll do fine with your crutches and Scott has offered to help you at all times." she smiled.

Scott who is most likely going to give him severe broken puppy eyes at Stiles the entire time. Him and he has a feeling that a few of the pack would too.

Stiles puts the matter away for another time and focused on what the doctor was discussing with his dad.

"Since he's up now, we can monitor him until tomorrow morning and he's free to go." she smiled. "We also did a portion from a rape kit since you were unconscious. We only did external, swabs and finger prints." she added quickly when Stiles gave her a worried look. "We have enough evidence to identify who your captor was."

"I know it was." Stiles said. "Knew." he corrected himself.

"You can give your statement when the officer arrives." she said to him. "In the meantime, we're going to put the brace on you, how's that sound?"

"Great." he said sarcastically. "How long will I have this on?"

"For quite some time. It depends on your healing process. As long as you keep off of it and elevate it, it wouldn't be for so long. Don't worry, you can wear this under your clothes, although it will keep your knee locked."

The brace they used was black, wrapped around his knee. It didn't take very long for them to strap it on him. Well, this means he would be missing out on lacrosse practice, again. Not that he was doing anything much anyways.

He had been afraid at first that it would be large and eye catching, but she said so long as he kept the brace on and followed instructions, he would do fine. She said it was healing slowly, but well.

They left shortly after putting the brace on him. Stiles sighed out, feeling slightly hungry already.

"Stiles, why didn't you even tell anyone?" his dad asked him, interrupting the short silence.

What would Stiles say?

That he was embarrassed? That he didn't want to worry his dad when he was stressed enough with sheriff duties. That he would be putting his friends in possible danger of exposure if he did.

"I didn't want to worry you." he decided to go with that one.

"Worr—worry me? Look at where you are Stiles."

"Yeah, i'm free." he looked at his dad. "I thought I could do it on my own, and I did."

"Is that what you thought?" his dad asked him. "That you needed to prove to everyone that you could do it on your own?" he looked at his son, tension filling the air. "Is that what you thought when he first kidnapped you?"

"...no." Stiles looked down. He heard his dad sigh out, sitting down on the chair.

"You have Scott, and all of your friends, which a majority of them are werewolves, yes I know. They could've protected you. Why didn't you ask anybody for help?"

"Because I didn't want them to get hurt!" Stiles clamped his mouth shut to avoid yelling any more. "I know, alright? I know that I should've said something, but Dad, I didn't want them to get hurt and exposed because of me. I thought that, if I found out who it was, I could deal with it and end it."

"By doing what?" his dad asked. "What would you do if you had found out earlier on your own. Did you honestly think it was going to be that easy? That you go up and you start making threats? That he was going to leave you alone?"

Stiles didn't say anything. His ears pounded from his dad's raising voice.

"Stiles, look at me. All of this would've never happened had you told someone from the start."

"I told Scott."

"You know nothing gets through to him the first time. I meant me. That's what i'm here, that's my job, as a sheriff, and as your father." His bed shifted as his dad sat on it. Stiles felt his dad wrapping his arms around him."You aren't alone Stiles. Don't fight your battles alone."

"I'm so sorry dad." he cried in his shoulder. "I didn't mean to kill him." he sobbed out. "B-but I had to. I had to-" his dad shushed him, rubbing his back.

"I know, I know. You didn't have a choice at the time, you had no choice."

"Dad, I don't want to go to jail."

"You won't. I wont let them. We have too much evidence that he had left. They already contacted the family and they aren't going to charge you for anything Stiles, it's alright. Everything is going to be okay. They just want your side of the story for the paperwork and close things up."

"Dad, I'm so sorry." Stiles said to him.

"Shh, It's over Stiles. He's gone." he said to his son. "It's over."

I don't plan on making the epilogue very long as the chapters are. Its there to wrap things up, and it should be uploaded tomorrow. I promise i can get that in time since it's short.

I'm just glad to finally get this done.

Now i must go play a game of how legit a paper can be that's due in several hours and i haven't started on it yet.