Castling

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True Mates were so rare that they were practically mythical..

But Derek automatically knew by just scent alone, that the Omega he was pinning down was his True Mate..

As surprising as that was.. It changed nothing.. If anything it made Derek's anger gain a sharper more viscous edge..

It might be illogical to take it personally that the one person who turned out to be his True Mate would be the reason his family was dead.. It's not like either of them had known that before this moment..

Yet..

Derek was taking it personally..

The male Omega, Stiles, Derek's True Mate, thrashed violently, struggling against the hand Derek held clasped over his mouth..

Derek used his free hand to fish rope off of his shoulder, the duct tape and duffle bag laid haphazardly on the floor, Derek dropped them before lunging to put his hand over the Omega's mouth..

Thankfully his strength was naturally double and just the one hand was enough to pin the Omega despite the Omega's struggling and clawing at Derek's arm and chest and Derek was in a place that the Omega couldn't get his legs untangled from the blankets to kick at him..

Derek made quick work of tying the Omega up and without unclasping his hand from the panicked man's mouth he picked up the duct tape from the floor and tore off a strip with his teeth and then in one quick motion used it to put over the Omega's mouth as he took his hand away..

Doing everything one handed was difficult and the rope work definitely wasn't as neat as he would have liked and the tape was crooked, but Derek managed it, the Omega was effectively restrained and gagged ..

Derek pulled a syringe out of the bag and injected the Omega, sedating him into unconsciousness so Derek could move him to where he needed plus he needed to fix the sloppy rope work before the Omega woke up and figured out a way to squirm free..

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Stiles wakes up, he is groggy, he has a headache, his vision is blurry .. And.. He is upside down?..

He must have had another nightmare and now he's hanging off the bed, upside down... Again.. It's a pretty common occurrence..

Except..

He isn't laying in his bed?

He hasn't sleptwalked in a long while..

He takes a breath in but it's hard with hanging upside down, his brain just now coming online enough to think about putting himself right side up but it's difficult and he's tired and he doesn't really feel like it. ..

He just swings upside down drawing in difficult breath after difficult breath blinking hazily trying to clear the fog from his vision so he can wake up a little more..

Wait..

Swings?..

He is suddenly wide awake as he realizes that he isn't just "upside down" hanging upside down on some random piece of furniture in his house that his occasional nightmares and sleepwalking might make him take himself too..

No he is actually HANGING upside down, suspended enough to swing which.. Yeah.. He doesn't know how he wound up like this.. Like.. Did he wind up tangled in Christmas lights and then trip over the stair railing? .. Or?.. What?.. What crazy scenario befell him as he slept to cause him to wind up waking up in such a state?

Then he realized his vision wasn't blurry.. It was blocked.. By fabric..

And his arms.. He couldn't move them.. They were bound..

How did he do this to himself?.. Christmas lights and curtains maybe?..

All stuff he'd wind up tangled in if his sleepwalking took him to the basement .. or maybe the attic? .. Where did he and Scott last put the holiday stuff?..

Stiles cut himself off at the pass on that one as he remembered that Scott was gone and he remembered why Scott was gone..

He hated waking up not remembering and for a few precious, horrible, moments it was easy to drift and think of Scott and think of Scott being there like nothing happened and nothing was wrong.. Like the reality was the nightmare all along and Stiles would wake up and Scott would be there and so would their.. No .. No.. Don't go there.. Don't think about.. No.. Too late..

Tears slid from his eyes down his forehead.. The cloth covering his eyes growing damp from his tears..

Then there was a voice..

"You're finally awake." It was a male voice that sounded.. Well in the line of work Stiles did he knew how to recognize the voice of someone with sadistic intentions..

Then Stiles had a vague barely lingering memory like a dream but not.. Of waking up from a nightmare only to be pinned to his bed with a hand clasped over his mouth as he was tied down, gagged and sedated... He had thought it was all just a nightmare seeing as .. No.. Just no.. He had to not think about those things.. He couldn't think about what happened to him.. Couldn't think about what happened to Scott.. Couldn't think about.. Just stop.. Stop.. He couldn't let his mind go to those places..

"What is this?" Stiles asked, he wasn't gagged and he wasn't going to bother trying to scream.. It probably wouldn't do anything to help anyway.. "Some sort of Male Omega Hate Crime thing?".. It was a fair first assumption after all.. Male Omegas were very frequently the target of hate crimes.. The work that Stiles did taught him that and Stiles had been feeling like he was being followed for .. Weeks.. He just thought it was because of what time of year it was.. He thought it was because of.. .. He couldn't allow himself to keep going to that place..

"What?!.. No!" The male voice exclaimed daring to sound.. Offended?.. At the suggestion.. "That isn't.. This isn't.. I would never.."

"Then what?" Stiles asked with a sneer.. "What are you just gonna rob me, my home, then?.. Is that what this is?" a fair second assumption seeing as the male owner of the voice had broken into his home..

"No.." The voice replied and a long breath was taken "This.. Is about something else.. Something you did.. I want answers.. I want justice.. And you.. You're the only way I can get those things.. If you just tell me what I want to know.. I won't have to hurt you.."

"Then ask, dude and let's get this over with. I've got places I have to be.." Stiles said with an edge of frustrated disdain..

"What were you doing between May twenty-first and May twenty-ninth of twenty-fifteen?"

"Two words.." Stiles growled angrily because how dare this man speak of.. Those days.. Those horrible, horrific days where Stiles lost everything?.. "FUCK .. YOU .."