On His Knees

Chapter Two

It took Derek a week to figure out where to find Stiles while also being able to find his boyfriend and not seem suspicious. He waited outside the college, saw Stiles go to work, and then waited some more. It was a week before his boyfriend made an appearance.

Stiles was at the club, doing the usual, when he saw Danny walking purposefully towards him. Then he tripped off the stage and started backing up, scrambilng to his feet and glancing around for the quickest exit. No use. Danny grabbed his arm and pulled him outside into the alley. The dark and empty alley. Not good.
"You little fuck!" Danny hissed, shoving him into the dumpster.
"What'd I do?" Stiles whimpered. He hated how pathetic he sounded but, in his defense, Danny was terrifying.
"You were working? Tonight!?" Danny growled, kicking Stiles in the side. He yelped.
"Yes! Every night!"
"No," Danny pulled Stiles up and held him so close that his mouth was at the other boy's ear. "You don't work any night anymore. You come straight home. To me,"
Stiles swallowed hard.
"I can't hear you,"
"Yes," Stiles whispered.
"Now get your whore ass in there," he spat, shoving Stiles towards the door. Stiles stumbled and fell, scraping his knees hard on the pavement. Fuck.
"Get up!" Danny huffed. There was a thud and the sound of skull on brick. Stiles cautiously tres to stand, but stumbled back. Someone caught him.
"You alright?" Asked a familiar voice. Stile suddenly felt very warm and very safe.
"Dreamy Derek," he sighed. "Thank God,"
"Come on then," Derek laughed, righting Stiles and leading him towards the street light.
"Where are you taking me, my dashing hero?"
"Uh, to a cab, so you can sleep in my apartment, which is far enough from here that deuchepants back there won't find you,"
"Aren't you a dear. I'm quite alright though, cowboy, you don't have to-"
"I'm not leaving you alone with him, so either you come with me or we find somewhere else to put you. Or we kill him, which i'm sure my uncle would be fine with,"
"Lets save the murder for our second date, there, champ," he laughed, then winced. Derek frowned.
"You sure you're-"
"Perfectly fine, my valiant knight,"

Stiles was asleep on the couch. He was. But then he had a nightmare, and Danny killed his mom, and then he saw his dad with a bottle in his hand and that sad look and he looked up, right into Stiles' eyes, and he said "You're just like her," and then he went back to drinking. Stiles awoke and sat bolt upright, breathing heavily. Derek was standing in front of him, arms crossed and face all scrunced up.
"You are so not alright,"
"It's okay," he panted, waving Derek off. Derek frowned.
"Uh huh. I'm not buying that,"
"Danny killed my mom, thats it, it's fine,"
His eyes widened in disbelief, then contirted in rage.
"That lil fucker did WHAT?"
"In my dream! Jesus, no, he didn't actually kill her. She got sick. Drove dad crazy. And now i'm a stripper, so, yeah,"
"You're more than a stripper," Derek muttered, lifting Stiles up and carrying him to his room.
"What are you-"
"You're not sleeping by yourself, because i'm scared of the dark and i need a tough stripper to protect me,"
"Well, if it'll make you feel better," Stiles giggled, blushing a bit.
So yeah. Stiles ended up cuddling this guy whose last name he didn't even know, and it felt pretty fucking okay.