On His Knees

Prelude

Stiles heard the smack before he felt it, but oh, did he feel it. It was first a deafening, whip like crack that rang through his ears. For a few seconds, there was nothing. Then he felt it. His jaw pop, his face bleed, the bruise that was sure to form. And he could do nothing about it. He sat there on the floor of that dirty apartment and took what was given- a kick, a punch, a smack, until eventually Danny grew tired of releasing his anger onto Stiles.
"See what happens when you make me like this, baby?" He said shakily. Stiles nodded slowly.
"I'm sorry,"
"Good. Now go fix your face, or you'll never get any money at that place,"
Stiles nodded and headed to the bathroom, grateful for the opportunity to get away from his boyfriend, if only for a moment. He had to put on concealer and foundation to cover up the already forming bruises, and the rest of the makeup was standard for him. After kissing Danny goodbye (he got hit if he forgot) he went downstairs to get his costume for the night. He would probably end up a cowboy or a sheriff again, but maybe not. Not that he cared. Money was money, and swinging around a pole for a few hours definitely paid the bills.

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Derek had no idea what happened. It was supposed to be his uncle Peter's big sendoff- he was getting married to a lovely girl name Janie next weekend. But somehow, they had managed not only to lose the groom but their senses as well, for Derek found himself at a male strip club with the rest of the stag night boys (minus Peter, who we already explained they had lost). Not that he cared, he was too drunk to care. Then he saw a boy, maybe four years younger than he, dressed as a cowboy on stage. Derek liked him. The way he moved, the way he looked, all of it. Someone in the group (most likely Boyd or Deacon) had managed to get the boy of the stage and onto Derek's lap. Derek didn't notice until there was a cowboy hat placed atop his head. He looked up at the former owner of the hat and saw beautiful green eyes that were empty. They looked sad. He didn't like it.