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The Servitude Meme

Slavery and people as property may be out of fashion in most places these days, but the voluntary (or semi-voluntary, in some places) business of employer and servant--sometimes even master-servant--is as booming as it ever was. In some ways, it's even bigger now than before, due to specialization and the ease of some jobs.

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For wolfy_sam but OTA if you like

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles is about fifteen seconds from bolting. This is ridiculous, this is madness...but he knows why he has to do it. Doesn't mean he has to like it, and god, he thought he'd actually want to enjoy his first time, you know? With someone he loved, as sappy as that might be

Oh poor Stiles.. XD

[wolfy_sam]

[Sheriff Stilinski was an ally to the local wolf pack, so when he came to Sam for assistance, he was ready to grant whatever he needed.

Until he found out exactly what he needed

This is so perfect xD

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles freezes at the knock, eyes wide as saucers, and it takes him a minute to slowly walk over to the door and timidly inch it open. When he does, he's struck dumb - the guy was hot. Really hot. So hot, Stiles was sure the guy was more than out of his league. But he was paying for him. Right. Oh this was so fucked up.

Stiles swallows and gestures into his room awkwardly, turning to retreat towards his desk. Skirting the bed entirely. He runs a hand through his hair, eyes flickering warily over Sam. He doesn't recognize him, spending most of his time with Scott's pack, the Hale pack.] I, uh, I'm Stiles.

Can we, er, [He kind of almost regrets it, but he has to try.] ...can we not and say we did?

[He knows it's a futile effort, because his dad probably gave the guy permission to cuff him if need be. Jumping out that window was looking pretty good to the teen right about now.]

[wolfy_sam]

[He's attractive, a nice build and wide, nice eyes. If he was a little older.. and less freaked out..

But he's not. So Sam settles for leaning against a chair, trying to look as nonthreatening as possible. An Alpha can project soothing vibes and he wants him relaxed.] I'm Sam.

[He wrinkles his nose, looking apologetic.] I'm sorry. [But the pack needed the money and his father asked him this favor. He can't back out.] But I'm not going to force you either. We can take a long as you need, okay?

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles finds himself backing up against the wall near the window, still nervous, though something about Sam made him feel a little bit more at ease. He sighs, eyes fixed on the ground.] ...I wanted it to be special.

[The words are soft, mumbled to himself, and Stiles runs a hand over his face again before looking back up at Sam.] It was worth a shot.

No I... [Stiles bites his lip, pressing back into the wall.] ...I guess it'd be easier to just get it over with, huh?

[wolfy_sam]

[Sam does feel bad for him. At least as a wolf he can choose who he wants. But unmated humans don't.] I know. And I'm sorry. But your Dad.. he's saved my pack too many times.

[He sits down, elbows resting on his knees.] Look, I'm not going to force you, okay? But you need to relax. I'm not here to throw you down and do this. I can even let you take the lead. [And that was rare. Sam very rarely let anyone top him, but if it gave Stiles back some sense of control of the situation, that was okay. He could do that.]

[alotofadderall]

He does that. [Stiles watches as Sam sits down, eyes widening at the offer. He clasps his hands together, hesitating for a moment.] ...I don't know what I'm doing.

[He could...top, or he could...bottom. Either way, Stiles had no idea what he was doing, and it was with a raging blush that he realized whatever had to happen, Sam would have to tell him, guide him through it and oh god wasn't this mortifying enough?

Stiles can see the Alpha symbol peeking out from Sam's collarbone, underneath his shirt, and he shies a little bit away from the wall, still almost clinging to his bookcase.]

[wolfy_sam]

I can help you through this. [A faint frown creases his forehead as Stiles recoils.] Stiles. Hey, easy there. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, all right?

[Sam spreads his hands.] Look, if the circumstances were different I'd say we just lie and say we did. But your Dad's station in this town depends on him confirming that you've.. taken care of things. That's not something we can lie about.

[alotofadderall]

I know, I just... [Stiles sighs in defeat and quickly moves to sit on the edge - as in, extreme edge - of the bed, still opposite Sam, before his nerves set in.] I'm being stupid. I'm sorry.

[Stiles hugs his arms around himself, nervously glancing at Sam. He seems nice enough, at least, and there's kindness in Sam's eyes.]

I've never even... [Stiles sighs again, forcing himself to let go of his torso, arms fidgeting nervously at his side.] This is my first anything. Ever.

Sorry, sorry. [The teen immediately goes pink in the face, waving his hand as if to retract the statement.] Forget I said anything. I'm an idiot who can't shut up to save his life. Please disregard and just...I don't know.

...Sex it up or whatever it is I have to do.

[wolfy_sam]

[Sam feels for him, remembering what it was like to be that age, all gangly arms and legs and awkward as hell. He wonders if he’d been quite as endearing as Stiles is. According to his brother, he wasn’t. But they weren’t speaking, so he shoves the memory aside in favor of the present. Moving slowly, giving him enough time to shift away if he wanted to, Sam sits beside him on the bed.] It’s not a race. We don’t have to do this right away if you’re not ready.

[Yes, he knows he probably will never be ready to sleep with a strange wolf he’s never laid eyes on before, but Sam is trying to ease some of the tension that’s all but got Stiles vibrating right off the bed. He reaches out, taking one of his hands and holds it between his.] I’m here for a week. We can do this tonight, and I can just keep you company for a few days, or we can wait.

[alotofadderall]

A week. [Stiles repeats hollowly, swallowing as Sam takes his hand, but he doesn't pull away.] I...uh. I don't know...

[Would it be better to get it over with or wait? He might work himself up; he was already worked up anyway, taking in a deep breath and tentatively squeezing Sam's hand.] ...whatever you think, Sam. I...I'm just going to....trust you.

[Stiles finally looks up at Sam's gaze, light hazel meeting dark, eyes wide and worried.]

[wolfy_sam]

suggested a week. I wanted to give you some time to get used to the idea.

[When their eyes meet, Sam reaches to cup his jaw, brushing his thumb along his cheek. ] Let’s give you a little time to get used to the idea. It’s just us and there’s no reason to rush into things.

[He toes his shoes off, moving up a little higher on the bed, leaving room for Stiles to lay or sit beside him. No more clothes are removed or even shifted around. Stiles can get used to the idea of touching, or simply being near him for now.]

You know the Hale pack? [Beneath the scents of curly fries, medication and overwhelming jitters, Sam can smell other wolves.]

[alotofadderall]

...Thanks. [Stiles lets Sam cup his jaw, relaxing a little when it became clear Sam meant what he said. Get used to the idea...well, it would give him some much-appreciated time, even if that did nothing to fix the situation. And hell, Sam wasn't so bad. He was nice. And hot. But really nice, too.

Stiles hesitates for a moment before he slides up the bed to lie, half-reclined against his pillows, close to Sam but not really touching him.] Uh...yeah. My best friend was bitten by Peter Hale illegaly when Peter was Alpha.

And then Derek started using me as a research mule. [Stiles shrugs; he can't be that irked, since it means he still gets to hang out with Scott and Derek was pretty hot too, if a bit too growly. Sourwolf.]

[wolfy_sam]

That sounds like Derek all right. [He huffs out a laugh. Grumpy, but a good guy. The local Alphas had been forced to work together to handle a banshee infestation in the mountains a month ago and he’d been a good guy to work with. Absolutely the sort you want to have your back in the middle of a fight.]

Research? [And up pops the book geek in the Alpha. Sam sits forward a little, careful not to let their shoulders brush. He wants to give Stiles the chance to initiate contact tonight, even if his eyes are eager at the prospect of having something in common with him.] What kind of research has he had you on? Local creatures? Legends?

I’ve been the research grunt for the pack since I was old enough to read.

[alotofadderall]

We had to deal with a Kanima. [Stiles blinks at Sam's enthusiasm, then shoots him a puzzled look.] A few witches have wandered this way too. I've been doing a lot of wolfsbane research lately, but I tend to go for anything and everything when I get a chance.

You? A grunt? [Stiles doesn't mean to sound insulting and he hopes it doesn't come off that way.] But...you're an Alpha.

...I can see the brand. [Stiles admits, cheeks pinkening again.]

[wolfy_sam]

A Kanima? We haven’t had one of those come into our territory in.. years. I was still a pup. [Derek is going to get such crap for holding out on him like that. Sam’s eyes warm with his enthusiasm as Stiles lists off what he’s been researching. Most of the Alphas don’t handle research, so he has few people outside of Bobby to discuss books with.] Wolfsbane? What have you been learning about it? I started studying it when I was a kid.

[Now it’s his turn to flush a little, fingers reaching to touch the mark he bore, identifying him as an Alpha.] I grew up around books. I loved reading more than training. [A faint smile.] It used to drive my brother and Dad crazy that I’d rather spend my time with books and research instead of hunting.

Have you seen many demons? [Most of them were focused on the Winchester pack, but he may as well ask to see if they’re starting to branch out and harass other packs.]