Guys, I realize now I haven't been specifying whose POV it is whenever I switch them from Stiles to Derek and vice versa. Is it confusing to understand when they change? Let me know if it is, so I'll add them!

Disclaimer: I do not own TW.

Lupita chuckled and raised a perfectly designed eyebrow. "Peter, please. He's the barman, if you want some more excitement I have plenty of boys who feel a lot more comfortable being leered at than Stiles here."

"I'm sorry, Lupi, you know how I love the shy ones. I'll try to behave." Peter said trying to keep a serious face, but not really. Lupita turned her attention to Stiles, who was only now getting back to a considered normal position. He wasn't expecting that. But then again, who expects a very attractive man to hold your hand and kiss it as if you're a noble lady in a 50's movie, when in real life you're a man and you live in the 21st century? Right. And what of this Hale "family" meeting? At his place of work!

"Come on, Stiles, the man is thirsty, we don't wanna make him wait. Chop, chop." He heard Lupita's voice and snapped out of his staring at yet another fine male specimen from the Hale family.

"Indeed, I am thirsty right now. I can't wait for you to come… with my drink." Stiles gulped, telling himself that brief pause in the middle of Peter's speech was just a product of his nervous imagination.

He saw Peter smile from the corner of his eyes as he turned to go back to the bar and get him his drink. 'Seriously, what kind of magic is this?' If Stiles were a meme right now, he would be the "why u so …?" and he'd have the words "Hale men, why u so hot?" written around him. And how the hell was he supposed to face Derek tonight? He'd masturbated to the guy not once, but twice in the last 24 hours!

He couldn't help but do a double facepalm. Ok, but it's not like the guy could tell just by looking at him, right? 'Chill, Stiles.' He thought as he passed by a very dedicated Ethan giving some costumer a lap dance.

'What was it he'd said he wanted?' He thought when he realized he was already back behind the counter looking up at the alcohol filled shelves. 'The last thing I had prepared with my beautiful hands?' He rolled his eyes as he felt his face blush. 'Well, what I prepared last was a Jack Daniels on the rocks for creepy stool guy.'

"I gotta say, I'm kinda glad you won't be back here for tonight." Danny told him jokingly, grabbing a gin bottle from one of the shelves. "We're finally getting an acceptable amount of tips." Stiles grinned at the boy. "I can't help it if I'm just the greatest barman to have ever lived!" He told Danny, as the boy took the bottle with him.

Stiles poured the requested drink and was about to start his way back to the special table when somebody grabbed his arm. He froze briskly and looked to his side. The creepy sniffing costumer was staring at him with a glint on his eyes.

"A Manhattan, please."

Stiles calmly freed his arm and reluctantly tried to act professional to not start an argument with a costumer about boundaries. "Sure, sir, coming right up. Liam!" He yelled to the barman closest to him. "A Manhattan to this kind sir, please." And gave him a look that meant he found the guy anything but kind.

Liam quickly came to his rescue with an already prepared drink on his hand. "There you go, sir." Thank God. Stiles never looked back, taking advantage of the time it took the creeper to get his wallet and pay for the drink, managing to get on his way to the special table. Nine Inch Nails' Closer started playing.

'Shit.' While he was at the bar, the other Hale guest had arrived. The Hale guest. Derek. Fucking. Hale. From his profile, Stiles could see he had the most bored expression on his face and impulsively bit his lip as he saw the outline of some hard, beautiful muscles through Derek's black t-shirt. Peter, on the other hand, seemed like he was having the time of his life.

He was halfway there and couldn't stop the butterflies in his stomach, but couldn't stop walking either. Was Derek going to recognize him? Would he say something? Would he ignore him? Would he think he was a stalker?! 'Oh my God, this is going to...'

He stopped dead. Actually, a hand around his neck had stopped him. It didn't hurt him, it was just a bit restraining, but he still stopped breathing altogether out of instinct.

Stiles shivered as he felt whoever it was behind him put their free hand on his naked waist and move his body too close to his. Too close as in 'I-can-feel-your-hard-on-pressing-against-my-butt-too-close'. He barely had the time to try to recognize who the hand belonged to, when suddenly another hand was holding his wrist and then another was on his shoulder.

Faster than he'd realized, two other people were there. Why was everyone so touchy feely with him tonight?!

"Je…"

Stiles gaped. The person in front of him was Derek Hale.

"…sus."

Derek was the one holding his wrist. He almost dropped the glass he had on that same hand and he was pretty sure his eyes were as wide as they could be. Derek was also holding the forearm connecting to the hand Stiles still had around his neck.

While the hand around his wrist was comforting and gentle, he could see from his restricted vision that the other one was not, if his flexed muscles and mildly bulging veins were any indication.

"You're not breathing." He heard Derek state. He let out the breath he had totally forgotten he was holding and pulled another one in. So that's why he was starting to feel a bit light headed! Yeah… and not because Derek Hale was touching him and looking almost… 'was that relieve?' now that Stiles was trying to consciously breathe normally.

"Let the boy go, Deucalion." Came a familiar voice from Stiles' right. It was Ethan's, and now that he wasn't completely focused on Derek, he realized Ethan was the owner of the hand on his shoulder. The twins, Ethan and Aiden worked double as dancers and bouncers at the club. They were business partners with Lupita, as a part of the club's share was theirs.

From Stiles' still restricted vision (not that he wanted to look anywhere but at Derek), he can see Derek looking like he's almost about to snarl at this Deucalion man.

"Enough, all of you." Lupita says from behind Derek. Stiles has no idea when the woman got there, but it's not like he has much of a clear vision with Derek standing right in front of him. "You're ruining everyone's mood. Look at the scene you've made, Deucalion." She tells him like she's lecturing a child, a serious look on her face.

"I'm so sorry, Lupi." Comes a hoarse voice close to Stiles' ear, and he can tell the man is smiling. He's so close Stiles can even hear the man gulp through the loud music. The hold on Stiles' neck starts to slowly loosen up but the long intake of breath he takes before letting go completely doesn't go unnoticed by anyone.

Three tense seconds go by before Derek releases the man's forearm.

Lupita quickly got in between them, Ethan right by her side. "This is a strip club, Deucalion, not a brothel."

Now that Stiles was free, he moved to Derek's side and could finally take a look at the man. He recognized him as the creeper who had just held his arm by the bar, the same who had also sniffed him earlier that night. Stiles knew he should be freaking out right now. He had been mostly disrespected, nearly molested and, possibly, would have been raped eventually!

But Derek's hand still soothingly wrapped around his wrist just made him feel safe. But they barely knew each other. He looked down at where their skins touched. This meant he had no reason to have come to his rescue. Then… 'why did he?'

He discreetly shot a look at his face. He showed no sign of acknowledging Stiles standing beside him, or the hold he still had on his wrist. He was intently looking at Deucalion's direction, who was now having a whispered conversation with Lupita and Ethan. They were standing really close together.

Stiles tried, but couldn't hear what they were saying, with the music still going on in the club. They had moved farther away from the two of them so he was pretty sure Derek shouldn't be able to hear them either.

No one seemed agitated. Deucalion, if anything, looked apologetic. Ethan was saying something to Lupita, who had her back to Stiles, but seemed to be nodding. He was about to go over there to try to understand what was going on, when someone called his name.

"Stiles?" He heard Scott's voice coming his way. He had a worried expression on his face. "Dude, what happened?" Isaac was right behind him. Unfortunately, Derek immediately let go of Stiles' wrist at the sound of his name and seemed to move the tiniest bit away as a reflex.

"I'll be fine, guys, don't worry." He waved his hand and managed a half smile.

"He will indeed, boys." Lupita had come over to the group alongside Ethan. Stiles saw Deucalion slowly walking away from behind them, heading towards the exit. He took a deep breath.

"Deucalion apologized for the trouble." She continued. "He seemed rather intoxicated, so I'm letting it go this time. I think it would do you some good to take a break. Maybe take another shower, it'll relax you… you look rather pale." He didn't find it in him to disagree with her. It would be nice to go someplace quieter for a while to digest everything that happened.

She then looked at Scott and Isaac. "You should go back to work. I see a lot of men around us in need of some entertainment." She wriggled her eyebrows. They didn't look too pleased to leave Stiles, but before they could protest, he added. "Seriously, guys. Go. We'll talk on the way home."

He gave them what he thought was a reassuring smile.

"Fine." They caved. "But if you need anything, anything at all, we're here, ok?" Scott said. At that, Stiles felt a bubbly feeling inside of him.

He realized right then how fortunate he was for having people care for him this much. He genuinely smiled and was about to hug his friends when three hands shot to his chest, stopping him.

'What the fuck?'

The bubbly feeling was replaced with one of confusion. Lupita, Ethan and Derek were the ones holding him in place. Lupita, for some unexplainable reason, chuckled. "You really should take a shower now, Stiles." Ethan said.

He looked like was stifling a laugh. Derek was the only one who didn't seem to find this funny and was also the first to get his hand off of Stiles' chest. 'Why is he still here, really?!' Not that he was complaining, but he just felt like he had just embarrassed himself in front of this gorgeous man, again. Only this time, he didn't even know why.

"What, I can't hug my friends now? Why's that so funny?" He felt his face blush a little. Were they laughing at him? Scott and Isaac looked just as lost as he felt.

"It's nothing, Stiles." Lupita looked lovingly at the boy. He believed she genuinely cared for him too, and decided not to push it for now. "Come on, you two, back to work. The show must go on." She told his friends, who reluctantly agreed. They shot Stiles an apologetic look and started to walk away. Many costumers around them were still looking at the group, but Lupita seemed unconcerned.

"And I have some guests I have been neglecting. For which I need to apologize, Mr. Hale."

"Please, call me Derek." He told her. "And you have nothing to apologize for, of course. If anything, I'm pretty sure my uncle has been rather enjoying the show." Stiles turned to look at Peter, along with everyone else. He wasn't surprised when he saw an amused look on his face, looking at their direction.

They weren't that close to the special table, though, so Stiles wondered why he looked like he was in on everything that was going on, if he couldn't have possibly heard anything. He looked around and saw many costumers had the same look as Peter's. 'What's going on with Lupita's clientele tonight?! They're acting weirder than ever.'

"Come on, Stiles, I'll walk you to the back." Ethan told him, eyes slightly slitted, looking around too.

"It's Ethan, right?" Derek asked. Ethan looked at him and nodded. "I understand you also work here?" Ethan nodded again and shot a quick glance at Lupita before returning his attention to Derek. "I can accompany… the boy." He paused. "To the back, that is. So you don't have to miss any more work."

'Sorry, what?! Not only has Derek come to my rescue, he now wants to accompany me to the back so that I can shower? Is this real life?' Stiles was blushing hard now, and he was glad no one was paying him any attention.

Ethan looked at Lupita, who lifted an eyebrow at Derek. She closed the distance between them, towering over the man just so she could look down at him. "And why should I trust you with him, Derek?"

Stiles furrowed his brows. "Trust him with me? Lupi, I love you for caring so much about me, but really, I'm totally ok now, it's not like I'm some damsel in distress who needs to be saved and protected for all eternity, honestly, no one needs to accompany me to the back, I don't need to go the back, I'm just going because you've insisted I take a shower again, but I've already taken a shower when I got here and I swear I used the same soap you always give us so I don't get what the problem is."

He was totally out of breath by the time he'd finished babbling. No one seemed to have listened to anything he'd said, though. Derek just calmly answered her.

"Because I never wanted to be here in the first place. I would gladly appreciate some time away from my uncle, if you haven't noticed. And I believe after this small disruption, you could use Ethan working as soon as possible to make up for the lost time he was protecting the boy and not making any money."

"Derek, I do believe you are a nice boy. But you're wrong if you believe I care more about money than for my employee's safety." Lupita told him honestly.

"Again, no need for protection here. I'm completely fine, really! Why would I need to shower again? And why can't I just go on my own?!" Stiles waved an arm in the sky, trying to get their attention. He still had the glass with Peter's drink on his hand (although now the ice had completely melted), so he kept that arm still. It worked, because Lupita turned to him.

"Stiles, I'm sure you might have some questions I would be glad to answer to the best of my abilities later. But right now, trust me when I say you should shower thoroughly again, and Derek or Ethan should accompany you to the back. Ok?"

Stiles took a deep breath. The woman had no reason to lie to him.

"I really should go back to work, Lupi." Ethan told her. "I'm sure Derek wouldn't hurt him. He has a lot to lose if he does anything wrong and that ends up going public." He smiled menacingly at Derek. "He is a worldwide famous actor, after all. Am I right?" Hurt him? Why would Derek fucking Hale want to hurt Stiles? The list of questions he needed answers to were growing exponentially.

Before Derek could say anything, Lupita intervened. "He has a point. You can go."

Stiles was mildly exasperated and highly frustrated right now, because firstly, no one would explain anything to him. And secondly, they would talk about him like he wasn't ever there. He might as well not be. He didn't even wait for anyone to say anything else. He just turned around and started walking. 'Fuck this.'

He went straight to Peter's table and put the glass with the now ruined drink down. "Sorry about the wait, Mr. Hale. You should probably ask Lupita for another drink, the ice's completely melted by now."

Peter grinned at him. "Please Stiles, call me Peter. No worries about the drink, dear, I was actually hoping to get something hot from the beginning, anyways." Derek reached them and cleared his throat.

Stiles ignored him and was about to answer when someone beat him to it. "I don't believe we serve any hot beverages here, Peter." Lupita arrived answering for him, and took her seat next to Peter.

"That's a shame, Lupi, because I would definitely pay for it if you did... and by the look on my nephew's face, I can say without a doubt he would too." Stiles was pretty sure he was missing something, but he couldn't quite put a finger on what it was.

So he decided to just go shower already and get this over with. He knew if he stayed things would only start to get even more confusing. He recognized the next song as Kings of Leon's Closer. Aiden, Ethan, Scott and Isaac had taken up their places on the poles around the special table.

He liked this song. He looked up at them dancing gracefully for a second. "Ok. I'm gonna go now." So he left, not bothering to check if Derek was following him or not.

Derek was having a hard time trying to not take any deep breaths. After all, that's just a reflex. It's what people do when they need to calm down. And Derek really needed to calm down, because the smell of Stiles semen was so strong right now. It came not only from his left hand and forehead, but all the way from the showers too. And how the fuck did this guy get his own come on his own fucking head?

Stiles had taken a seat at one of the benches in the changing room and was staring at him, while he was leaning against the door that led back to the club, staring back. He crossed his arms.

If he did take a deep breath, he would just inhale even more of the boys scent and that would turn him dangerously on. Maybe he should just go wait outside the door. He was here to make sure none of the wolves out there raped him, right?

Staying outside would be just as effective. Or even more, if he was being honest. He was afraid his own wolf wouldn't resist the temptation. He hated losing control, but he could understand why Deucalion did. He was clearly going through his heat period. It would have been impossible for him to control himself with the way Stiles smelled right now.

Werewolves' incredibly acute sense of smell could be a curse at times like these. When it came to the scents connected to arousal, werewolves were extremely sensitive. Because arousal was connected to the more primitive, animalistic parts of their brains, instead of the more rational, human parts of it.

"Dude, are you ok?" Stiles said. "If you don't wanna be here, then why did you offer to come in the first place?"

"I'll just wait outside if you don't want me in here." He started to move to open the door, glad for an excuse to leave.

Stiles chuckled. That wasn't the reaction Derek was expecting, so he stopped.

"Really?" Stiles said. "Do you get that a lot? Do people often tell you they don't want a hot Hollywood superstar's company?" He raised both eyebrows at Derek. "But hey, it's ok, I'm used to people not insisting on keeping me company, so you can just go."

Derek blinked, speechless.

So first they bump into each other and Stiles treats him like a normal person, even though he knows who he is.

Second, they're alone in a room together; he admits to finding Derek hot but is not trying to get into his pants.

Third, he talks to him passive-aggressively and uses sarcasm, which only people from his family and close friends have used ever since he became famous.

And fourth, he doesn't seem to care if he insults Derek or not by being unappreciative of his efforts to protect him.

All things people who are not in the movie industry try to avoid doing when they know who he is. They always seem to be walking on eggs when they talk to him. But not this guy.

This guy doesn't give a shit about Derek's fame and will speak his mind, no matter who's listening. 'I'm intrigued.' He thinks to himself. Derek can't stop from biting his lower lip as he turns to look at Stiles. The boy is still staring at him, waiting for a reaction.

Derek walks up to him and sits right beside him on the bench. He knows he shouldn't do what he's about to do, but Stiles is just so interesting. Too interesting to waste. Yes, that's how he was going to justify this. If anything went wrong after he did what he was about to do, he would just tell himself he couldn't have helped it. He had to do it. He had to.

The boy was looking at him curiously now. Derek relaxed into the bench feeling all his tense muscles loosen up and just did the thing he had been restraining from doing ever since Stiles had opened the door to the changing room.

He closed his eyes and took. The. Deepest. Breath.

.

He shouldn't have done that.

AN: Hey guys! HELP ME OUT HERE. Do you know of any song that you would categorize as a strip tease song? :D Tell me which ones on the comments, so far I've only got 5 on my list and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna need a lot more than that for this fic... hehe. Thank you in advance!