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Stiles walked into the building and breathed in the not so fresh smell of sweat and tears.
“Stiles come on we need to get a good seat so we can get a good look at the stock of the auction house”
Stiles was pulled from his thoughts by his friend Lydia Martin, who he secretly had a crush on since they were both in third grade. Lydia may be like him and not agree with the whole owning another living human being but that didn't mean she didn't want to find comfort in their company and in their help around her gigantic house that Stiles still to this day had no idea how she ever managed to maintain without any sort of help.
“Ok Lydia, but I still don't understand why you wanted me to come here with you, you know how I feel about slavery being reinstituted into law, sure we now know werewolves exist but that just means that they managed to live in harmony with us without us knowing, why disrrupt the peace by putting them in chains and making them do what we tell them to?” Stiles gritted out as he walked by a man dragging a woman evidently a werewolf in chains by her hair ignoring her pleas for mercy and to release.
“I know you don't like the concept and admittedly I don't either however you and I both know I need help around my house and instead of having to pay a person weekly, this is a one time payment.” She answered as they both walked through the grand doors and managed to find seats in the front row. They were handed voting paddles by the attendant on the aisle. They sat down and Stiles prepared himself for the longest two hours of his life.
After about 45 minutes of sitting there lydia had already bought two wolves, one named Jackson and the other named Aiden. Stiles just smiled at her when she turned to see if he was still awake.
Derek hated auction days, despite them happening almost every week he still hated having to move and entertain those came to stare at him. Despite this feeling he now stood in line to be shoved onto the auction stage and displayed like a prize, he quietly laughed at himself when he realized that many of those who came to auctions saw slave weres as exactly that, a prize.
When it was his turn he bowed his head and shuffled his way onto the stage with the attendant leading him into the center of the platform. Derek didn't look into the crowd, he just stood there with his head bowed so they would not be able to see the worry in his face. He had heard stories from returning slaves about their owners and what they had been subjected to and this scared him.
His head shot up as he heard the horrendous words be shouted from the auctioneer. “SOLD for 15000"
Derek now knelt in the private room awaiting his new owner to come and inspect him to make sure that the buyer was satisfied with his new purchase. He could a rapid heartbeat approaching the room and he quickly became nervous. The door opened and he almost looked up to steal a look at his master.
“ohmygodwhyareyouonthegroundpleasestandup” the quick ramble sent Derek into a spell of both confusion and curiosity. This was certainly not the normal behavior for buyers. There was the sound of a heavy sigh and then a semi calm voice with a hint of support broke the silence. “Please stand up so we can get out of here, this is my first time at an auction house and I want it to be my last” Derek was surprised to learn that he was in the midst of a human who had never been to an auction house. But he did as he was ordered if what the human said could even be perceived as an order. He followed the young man out of the room and thence the building. He winced when the bright sun hit his eyes but still followed instep with his owner.
Stiles had not even a fraction of a clue as to what he was doing, he had never owned a slave before and he had even less of an idea as to why he had bought one but he just couldn't look at the man before him when he was on that stage and not feel for him, he wanted to be the one to give the wolf an escape, give him as much freedom as he could. He helped the wolf into the passenger seat of his vehicle and then took his own seat behind the wheel.
“I'm sorry about the context of this arrangement but you have to believe me when I say that no harm will come to you as long as you are under my care and I don't plan on selling you back to this hell hole so there is nothing to worry about.” Stiles knew that this man, who understands that under the ridiculous law of the government he was a slave, has no reason to trust in anything he says or does but Stiles still had hope.
“Yes, Master” the wolf responded with a bowed head. Stiles sighed but started his Jeep and drove them home. It was a silent drive.
When they pulled into Stiles's driveway Derek noticed how despite having payed fifteen thousand his owners home wasn't as glorious has one would imagine. It was a standard two story with a bay window on the lower level. Derek honestly had expected more, he'd expected at least a small mansion.
Stepping out of the car Stiles was nervous, he'd never taken care of another human being besides his dad and he barely took car of himself. He walked to the other side of the car and opened his wolf's door. The man stepped out and immediately resumed his submissive stance, head bowed, feet apart, with his hands still tied behind his back. "Ok..um….follow me" Stiles gently said as he turned and started toward the front door of the house. The wolf nodded and followed the human into the house.
Leading the wolf into the living room Stiles took a seat in his recliner he looked up to see the were on his knees with his head bowed.
"What are you doing?" Stiles asked
"You haven't given me an order sir, I… don't know what you want me to do sir, forgive me sir."
Stiles heart broke when he heard the wolf’s voice crack, he saw the look of confusion and uncertainty in his eyes.
“Ok first I want to make one thing absolutely clear, you don't have to call me sir, my name is Stiles, you don't have to wait for an order, I will not give you an order, and you do not have to do everything that I ask of you, understand?’ Stiles didn't want to sound mean he just wanted this man to understand that he was some cruel asshole that would take advantage of him.
“I...I understand..Stiles” the slave said.
“How about you tell me your name and then I'll show you to your room.” Stiles said gently as he helped his new roommate up off the floor. Stiles had not felt the were’s muscles at the auction house and he was in shock to find that the man’s muscles were no laughing matter, to be perfectly honest, he looked like a god in the body of a man.
“M...my name….my name is Derek, Stiles.” Derek did not know if he messed up by giving his actual name but Stiles didn't seem to be bothered or angry by it. He just took Derek’s hand and smiled. “It's a beautiful name” he then turned and then led the man up the stairs.
Derek was nervous about seeing the bedroom his original master kept his bedroom fully stocked with toys like vibrators and floggers. Derek couldn't stop the flinch and intake of breath as Stiles opened the door. He limply followed his master into the room but was surprised when he wasn't pushed onto the bed or forced onto his knees, instead he was guided to stand infront of Stiles with his chin being lifted until he was looking the man in the eyes. “This is your room to do with as you please, we can go out to the store and get decorations tomorrow if you'd like.” his master gently said. Derek nodded “Thank you, master.”
Stiles only nodded and decided not to correct the wolf, he was obviously nervous and scared about something but Stiles didn't want to pry and bring up bad memories. Again nodding Stiles turned around and walked out the door.
Both men closed the doors to their rooms and slid down against them till they were sitting on the floor,
“What is he gonna do to me?” Derek whispered to himself”
What am I gonna do with him?” Stiles asked out loud