Well, hello fellow Sterek shippers! I'm soooooooooo glad for the follows and favorites you've given this fic! For a moment there I thought that maybe that was TOO graphic for a first chapter and everyone would be offended by it and no one would read it! Hahaha thank you, thank you, thank you! Let's get this ship going, then.

And thank you for the guest who reviewed saying I should keep going! I most definitely will. And you should keep reading :)

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Derek stood there trying to process whatever it was that had just happened. He immediately felt his brows furrowing (cause that's just what they do when he's thinking hard, it's almost like they have a life of their own) as he replayed the whole scene in his head. He was so focused on the phone, refusing to meet his uncle at a strip club (of all places!) tonight that he didn't even realize his wolf senses going off at the back of his head letting him know someone was coming from the other side of the freaking corner. Until it was too late, that is.

The boy sprawled on the sidewalk seemed just as surprised as he was, but then again, he was only human. 'Way to go, Derek.' he slapped himself mentally, 'Don't even pretend you're one of them, just act like a fucking wall every time you bump into someone, of course no one will find that weird at all.' But well, it actually was the first time in his life he had ever accidentally bumped into a human being. His wolf senses had never let that happen before. Damn you, Peter.

A girl passed by eyeing him curiously and that's when he realized he was still standing at the exact same place he'd stopped after bumping into the boy. He started walking again to where he'd parked his car as he pulled his sunglasses on to try to avoid anyone noticing who he was.

When his hands got closer to his face he realized that his right hand, the one he'd helped the guy up with, now smelled of that guy's semen, which by the way was all over him. It was clear he had just recently masturbated and hadn't washed properly afterwards. Of course, a normal human wouldn't be able to smell it after washing it with just water, because their olfactory system isn't as developed. But Derek could.

He got inside his car and made no movement to turn it on, still thinking about the recent events. When their bodies touched at the corner it was hard not to be intoxicated by the horny scent left on the boy's body. If he was being honest he was just jealous that the guy had had the time to jerk off. He, on the other hand, had been woken up that morning by his little sister calling at his hotel room complaining that he was already late to meet her at her house for brunch.

"If you're not here in 20 minutes I'll upload the pictures uncle Peter sent me from New Year's Eve where he walked in on your little threesome to the internet."

Yeap. No time to masturbate. No time to masturbate at all. Why would she even keep those pictures? He was her brother for wolf's sake. Gross.

Another thing that was gross was his hand. Now, closed inside his car all he could smell was the guy's semen, of course. The inside of his car just smelled like himself, so it basically smelled like nothing because Derek was more than used to his own scent. He could almost distinguish all the little nuances of sourness, bitterness and saltiness in it, as if the guy had just come on his hand. Staring at it, he remembered what the guy had said before walking away. 'Have a good day, Derek.'

Hm. So he knew who he was. That spiked Derek's interest. That wasn't the usual reaction he got from people on the streets. Being in Hollywood was a bit of a pain in that way, because people would always know who you are and ask for a photo or an autograph, either for themselves or for someone they know. But this guy just acted like he was a commoner and kept going with his life.

Derek wished most people would do that. But you can't have everything you wish for. He took a deep breath and mentally thanked the boy for not making a big deal out of it, hoping that the universe would do its thing and get karma to repay him for his very mature actions.

At this point he actually was getting intoxicated by the scent on his hand, since all of his windows were closed. He moved to open one of them but stopped midway. It was not like it was bothering him, really. The image of the boy flashed on his mind and he couldn't help but find him attractive. His moles were pretty cute. And he had nice cheekbones. He wasn't too built, or too soft. He looked good enough to eat. And cuddle.

Ok, he'd probably been sitting on his car staring at his hand for almost half an hour now, so maybe it was time to open the windows, turn on the car and head back to his hotel so he could call Peter back and talk about that stupid meeting place. And that's exactly what he did.

Except for the opening the windows part. He didn't. It kinda made him feel like a creeper, obsessing over the smell of some random guy's semen, but he blamed it on his sexual frustration for not getting his own release that morning. Who cared if he had memorized the scent by now? No one. Because no one knew it, and no one would ever find out about it. He'd never see this guy again anyway.

"Peter, what part of 'I'm not meeting you at a strip club' don't you understand?" Derek said in his most monotonous tone.

"What's wrong with that? You love strip clubs." Peter retorted.

"I know I love strip clubs, I just don't fancy going to one anytime soon with you. You're creepy and shameless." Derek answered and heard his uncle laugh on the other side.

"What are you talking about? I'm just not afraid of enjoying the good things in life. Besides, the owner is an old friend of our family's. She wants to meet you. And I'm your manager, so stop whining and meet me there at 11 pm. We need to talk about your next interview appointments."

Before Derek could reply he added quickly, "Don't make me use the blackmail card. Those pictures will end up on the press' hands if you don't show up. I don't care about your career. Just come have fun with your uncle Peter for once in your life."

"Fine." Derek huffed.

"I'll text you the address." And the call ended.

He threw his back on his bed and cursed his uncle and his sister under his breath for keeping those pictures. Hell of a family he had… Cora used to be so small. He chuckled. Time had gone by too fast. This was her first year at NYU. She'd got a nice flat with two other girls near campus and seemed to be very excited about college, although Derek worried a little bit for the other girls' safety if he was being honest.

If Cora lost control and turned, it would be a mess. But she was never one to lose control that easily and she had gotten their mother's permission (as a mother and an Alpha), so... If his Alpha trusted her, so did he.

He decided to take a nap if was going to party all night long with his uncle. Because 'one does not go home on a Friday night before sunrise', as Peter would tell him the few times he'd gone out with him (against his own will, of course).

He set his alarm clock to wake him up with enough time to get ready, took off his shoes, and got comfy on his bed. He turned to his right side, bent his right arm up and rested his hand in front of his head. The scent was now a bit faint, but still there. And just like that, he slowly fell asleep.

"Dude, you're so lucky you only have one class on Fridays. I wish I only had one class on Fridays. Scratch that, I wish I had zero class on Fridays." Isaac said enthusiastically as they showered at the Lupita's bathroom in the back, for employees only. There were six showers, but the three of them were the only ones there at the moment.

They went to grab a bite together after class and then headed to work as they always did. Lupita demanded that all employees always take a shower before they opened at 21:00. She would even give them this special kind of soap that was the only one they were allowed to use.

"If you use another one, I'll know." She had told them their first night of work. They hadn't dared put that to the test. Yet.

Stiles had contemplated telling his buddies about his afternoon "encounter" with Derek Hale all night. He decided this was as good a time as any. "You know, something really funny happened to me today." He started out. As he described the events to his friends he couldn't stop his blood from going southwards to his groin as he remembered how even more amazing Derek Hale looked in person, compared to on TV. Everyone noticed that not so subtle detail, obviously. Scott was the one to point it out. Honestly, the guy was shameless.

"Oh my God, you haven't had enough of Derek Hale for one day yet?" He laughed. "You got hard just by describing him to us!"

Isaac chuckled. "Yeah, dude! Seriously. I'm done here so I'll just give you some privacy so you can take care of that." He got his towel and headed to the other room to get dressed. Scott followed him immediately with a "Don't take too long, I know how you like to enjoy your solo parties a little too much. It's almost opening time."

"I'll be quick!" Stiles replied, hearing a faraway sarcastic "right" from his friend.

"Damn you and your hot motherfucking body, Derek fucking Hale." Stiles told himself in a low voice as he started moving his left hand at a moderate pace over his hard on. He turned to face the wall and closed his eyes, placing his right hand on the wall for support. Yes, he could jerk off with both hands, something he took much proud in. He was extraordinary like that. The water was warm and Stiles appreciated the feeling of it against his back.

All he could think about was Derek. His firm hand around Stiles'. What would it feel like if it was that hand around his cock right now? His strong arms, flexing when he pulled Stiles up. They could be on either side of him, holding him in place. He hadn't realized he had moved his head forward and now his forehead was against the wall for support. The hot water hitting his neck could be Derek's plush lips kissing and nibbling at it.

"Shit." Stiles was now moving at a frantic pace, concentrating mostly on the head of his cock, where he was most sensitive.

He let out a muffled groan, trying not to get too much attention in case anyone was in the room close by. He imagined that the water sliding down his back and all the way to his ass was Derek's ripped torso pining him to the wall and had to tilt his ass up, arching his back a little bit. That gave the water some space to slide down in between his ass cheeks, massaging his hole with its speed.

He gasped at that subtle sensation and couldn't refrain from buckling his hips forward as his orgasm hit him. But with the movement he lost the sensation of the hot water slipping past his hole, so he threw his right hand back and opened his ass cheeks once more to get the water back through before the last delicious wave hit him.

Panting, Stiles' knees were now jelly and not being able to support his own weight he fell down on them. He placed his forehead on the wall again for support, and realized, too tired to care, that his head was now on the same spot his cum had landed. "Shit." When his breathing started to slow down, he managed to get up and let the water hit his face to get it out. He then splashed some onto the wall to clean it, and turned the water off sighing.

He heard Scott coming from the other room yelling something like "It's almost opening time, dude, hurry up!" and headed there to get changed.

"Get your ass out of that changing room, Stilinski, you have a bar to tend to!" Lupita suddenly popped at the door screaming at him and disappeared just as quickly. For a woman that tall, wearing a black power wig (which Stiles noticed went perfectly with her darker skin color), with that many accessories around her arms and neck, and those heels, she sure could move fast. Stiles loved the woman and her extravagant nature. She was just the coolest drag queen he'd ever met.

"Coming!" Stiles answered as he ran out the room straight to his usual place behind the counter.

"Busy day, Stilinski? You're 15 minutes late." Liam asked, smirking. He was one of the other bartenders and by the look on his face, apparently he knew exactly why Stiles had taken so long. He couldn't help the blush that spread on his cheeks. Of course his friends had already told half of the staff about his hard on during shower.

"Liam… Rocking those suspenders as always." Stiles replied, an overly seductive tone to his voice as he smirked back at the boy. Just like Stiles, he was a bit self-conscious about his body and couldn't help but get embarrassed whenever someone reminded him he wasn't wearing a shirt. They had bonded over that fact ever since Stiles had started working there.

Of course in Stiles mind he had no reason to be embarrassed. He was just overly worried about being too short than anything else, but Stiles still thought he was an attractive person, although he would never believe him whenever Stiles told him that.

"So that's what I get for covering for you." Liam stared with a halfhearted angry face at Stiles, while serving some costumers.

"Don't worry, love, I'll just get my man Boyd here to do it for me next time." Stiles said jokingly as he winked at the big guy to his right. Boyd, on the other hand, was really tall. He just wasn't as tall as Lupita, but she had always 8 inches heels on, so he guessed that had to be hard to top. Boyd just chuckled at that, shaking his head as if to say 'you're hopeless' and kept on making someone their drink.

"Oy! Less talk, more booze serving." Danny yelled from his far corner at the bar. Stiles just grinned at him and finally started serving some costumers.

Sexy back by Justin Timberlake was blasting on the club's speakers as Stiles watched his friends at the poles swinging their hips and looking incredibly hot to anyone's eyes. He could see by the way the guys around them were cheering and throwing dollar bills their way. He actually felt proud of them. He didn't care about the taboo involved in being a stripper. That was just as required a job as any. And it paid well.

All the dancers would take turns at dancing for a while and walking around, teasingly offering lap dances and private strip shows - which took place at one of the 4 rooms the sanctuary had available specifically for that purpose. And before his friends started stripping, Stiles thought bartenders got good tips. Then he realized bartenders just got a reasonable amount of tips. Stripping and dancing in a sexualized manner got good tips. Who knows? Maybe someday.

Tonight was a busy night as Fridays usually were. But for some reason, Stiles was getting a lot of attention from the costumers. Some of them would just sit there on the stools and stare at him while they drank. Others would bend over the counter to order and would just stay in that position for an exaggerated amount of time, while Stiles prepared their drinks.

This one guy, who spoke oddly quietly for someone at a strip club, had forced Stiles to get closer and closer to understand what he was saying and when he did, he actually held his head while whispering on his ear that he would like a Sex On The Beach.

He was almost sure that he even sniffed him. Seriously, who does that? Did he smell bad or something? Or maybe he smelled good? Something very weird was happening. But all Liam, Boyd and Danny would do was laugh everytime another costumer acted like a creeper around him. Great friends he had!

"When you find my lifeless body in a ditch tomorrow morning, you'll be sorry for not taking this seriously. Dude, for all I know, any of these guys could be potential serial killers looking for their next victim! That guy that sniffed me right now? He could be like that guy in that Perfume novel that just goes around killing redhead girls to try and steal their smell! I'm starting to freak out." Boyd just stared at him.

"Except that you're not a redhead girl and that people with that inhumane sense of smell don't exist, Stiles."

"Yeah, man, relax and just enjoy the tips, cause from what I've seen so far, you're almost making as much money as the dancers." Danny popped in.

"And you didn't even have to shake that booty! It can't get any better than that." Liam added laughing.

Stiles rolled his eyes and served yet another enthusiastic costumer that was now having his third drink, trying to act like nothing strange was going on and just do his job, when he saw Lupita walking at a man near the entrance, arms slightly raised in a position that mirrored his, both anticipating a hug. They hugged and chatted playfully as they walked to "the special table" as he liked to call it.

The special table was this table put out specifically for the nights when they had a special guest. They were always very good friends of Lupita's, and boy, were they treated well. This table was never there for regular nights.

First of all, it was put right in the middle in between all four poles they had (other than the ones on stage that were used for the midnight performances) meaning whoever sat there just had a 360º view of the very best booties they had for show. Secondly, it was slightly bigger and had comfortable reclining leather chairs which Stiles had always wanted to try out. Very creatively, Stiles had called them "the special chairs".

Lupita always seated with them, like the great hostess she was, and tonight there were three of these special chairs placed around the special table. And last but not least, they would get a waiter just for themselves. To be honest, Stiles hadn't really given it much thought tonight, as he had been late for work and had so many costumers hovering over him, but he was always curious to see who the special guests were.

And then it dawned on him: they always alternated when there were special guests and tonight 'Crap.' was Stiles' night. 'Great. Now I get to walk up and down the club like the piece of meat I apparently am tonight.' And just as he finished that thought, Liam came up to him to tell him Lupita was requesting the special table service.

"It's your turn, dude."

He considered asking him to cover for him just today, but didn't think it would be fair since he had already done that at the beginning of their shift. And tips weren't as good when you were serving one table exclusively the whole night, obviously.

"Damn it! Fine. I'm coming." He headed out from behind the counter. 'Right when everyone's acting like I'm a fucking bitch in heat, I need to walk in the middle of all these men acting like freaking dogs.' Yes, he was starting to freak out. Again.

'One. Two. Three. Four.' Without realizing it, he started counting the amount of heads turning as he passed. 'Seven. Eight.' His stiff muscles started losing up a tiny bit. 'OK, I'm still alive and if I'm going to be dying in the next four hours, I think I deserve to savor the fact that being ogled at does feel good.' He told himself.

By the time he had gotten to the special table he had reached 23. Twenty three people. Wow. He was never really a guy to attract much attention before, and had definitely gotten used to it by now. But now that he was starting to experience the other side, the hot people's side, he could see the appeal in being the center of attention. It was kind of a self-esteem booster. That is, if people were looking at him for his physical traits. 'You're working, Stiles. Focus!' he told himself.

"What can I get you, my queen?" He spoke in a theatrical manner. Lupita smiled at the boy.

"Stiles, this is one of our very special guests tonight, Mr. Hale. We'll be treating him very well. Mr. Hale," she continued, now turning to him, "Stiles will be our exclusive barman and waiter tonight. Get a good look at that pretty face, cause whatever you feel like drinking, you ask him for it and your wish is his command."

"Hale?" Stiles said at a slightly high pitched voice and shot his wide eyes at the guest.

"Very nice to meet you, Stiles." Mr. Hale offered him his left hand. "My own personal barman, huh? I have to say, I'm not a big fan of sharing. You'll have to get Derek another one, cause this one's taken." Stiles went to shake his hand now echoing the name 'Derek' inside his mind and felt his heart skip a beat as Mr. Hale, instead of shaking it, brought it to his lips and sighed.

"I would love a taste of whatever it was you were preparing with this beautiful hand of yours not long ago." He said as he stared into Stiles' eyes, a playful smirk on his face. And with that, Mr. Hale let Stiles' frozen hand go.

AN: I'm suuuuper excited about writing the part where Derek finally gets there hahaha. Sorry if I made you wait, just had the craziest weekend at Oktoberfest, but really wanted to get this out for you guys as soon as possible! Cheers.