Author's Note: So this was requested, I will say that again, yall asked for this. There's a bit more of an adult theme to this one I'm warning you now! I own nothing.

Out At The Club 2

Derek didn't know what he hated more, the pounding music, the shouting and hooting of the crowd or the dancing. A flash of red caught his eye and he decided on the spot that it was definitely the dancing he hated most. He tried to turn away but he couldn't as the red of her dress spun in his peripheral vision. He glanced her way and nearly let out a full on howl, just managing to catch himself. She was dancing with Erica and Lydia. Scott and Allison were behind them and Isaac had found that he fit very well between Boyd and the girls. Danny and Ethan had disappeared after Lydia had finished chewing them out for their interruption. He could practically hear Jackson's smirk as the Beta stepped up to him an illicitly acquired beer in his hand. None of the Betas save him were old enough to drink but alcohol didn't really do much for wolves unless it was in quantities that would kill a normal human. So, he didn't really care one way or the other. Stiles though, the smell of whatever she had been drinking was wrong on her breath. Heavy and sour, the fruity smell of the mixer the bartender was using barely covering it.

"You know I doubt she would say know to a dance if you got your head out of your ass." Derek flashed his eyes at the other Beta who grinned and took a long drink of his beer. "I'm just saying that she would climb you like a tree if you ever gave her the chance." Derek growled, low in his chest even as his wolf howled with want, hoping against hope that Jackson was right.

"Don't talk about her like that. Ever." Jackson shrugged in defeat, his insufferable smirk still in place as he glanced at the table where Derek was leaning.

"What are you doing anyway?"

"I'm on drink watch, Erica's idea." Jackson nodded. It was smart. Though few people here would dare it given Jungle's history of shutting down for long stretches of time when incidents like that happened but it was better safe than sorry. Jackson set down his beer and made his way into the crowd of dancers to sweep Lydia off her feet. Laughter echoed from the small group the pack had formed as Stiles broke off from them and stumbled her way over to their table. She grinned at Derek and he felt his eyes flash before he could stop it. She was glistening with sweat and glitter someone she'd been dancing near had rubbed off on her. She was grinning from ear to ear until she saw the blue in Derek's eyes. She blinked at that and stepped back, or at least she would have but he hadn't let go of her arm. She blinked at him for another moment before she giggled and he caught the smell of alcohol on her again and let go like he'd been burned.

It wouldn't be right. He couldn't take advantage of her. He wouldn't take advantage of her. Never. If he made his move he would do it when she was sober, dressed the way she was comfortable, doing something adorable, like laughing at Isaac and Jackson acting like idiots or smiling at Erica and Boyd. He wouldn't have there being a misunderstanding here, not between them. He wouldn't have her thinking that he was only interested in her because Lydia had worked her special kind of magic and made her shine to the rest of the world. She would always be a star to him, even covered in blood or monster gut, or throwing popcorn at Scott during movie night. She stepped over to her drink and downed it and let out a small belch and turned towards the bar.

"I need another drink." Before he could offer to get it for her she was disappearing into the crowd.

Stiles found her way to the bar and sighed as she set her empty glass down and waved at the bartender. He ignored her. They did this a lot, they knew she was the sheriff's daughter and that serving her was likely a bad idea. Isaac had had to get her last drink. She rolled her eyes and grumbled as the bartender served a blonde at the other end of the bar.

"Not the best service here huh?" Stiles jumped, glancing up at the woman who had stepped up behind her, accompanied by a man who grinned at Stiles. If she hadn't known better, she would have said another beautiful woman had swept off with Derek. The man looked very much like him but the eyes were wrong, not quite the same shade of green, and he was taller. She hadn't thought that was possible. The woman looked like she could be Lydia's sister, but she was dressed in a tiny black dress and leather jacket, boots that hit her mid thigh and looked like they were painted on. Stiles was nearly certain that the two of them had walked out of one of her more raunchy fantasies as the woman flagged down the bartender and ordered two drinks before turning to Stiles again.

"And for you pretty lady?" The smile was nearly blinding and the eyes were, though off like the mans, beyond beautiful. Stiles stuttered out her order and the bartender nodded. He'd let other people buy her drinks, then he wasn't directly responsible. He made their drinks quickly and wandered off to another patron. The woman smiled and handed Stiles her drink. It was something the Drag Queens she'd befriended on her first trip to Jungle had introduced her to. One of them caught her eye now and winked at her eyeing up the two who had bought her drink and shooting her an approving smile. She blushed taking a long drink. She missed the look that passed between the pair in front of her as she pulled a face at the slightly salty aftertaste. The woman grinned at her.

"So pretty lady what's your name?" Stiles was still blushing.

"Stiles." The woman let out a musical laugh the man looking her over steadily.

"That can't be your real name." Stiles rolled her eyes. No one ever believed her, with good reason but still.

"I mean my real name is impossible to pronounce unless you happen to speak polish." The man grinned wide.

"Sadly neither of us do. But I like Stiles. It's a fun name." The blush burning at her cheeks had spread to her ears as she took another drink. The woman downed her drink, the man followed suit.

"So Stiles would you like to dance with us?" Stiles blinked at them.

"So you two aren't together?" The man shook his head, holding out his hand to her.

"No, but we do like to share." Stiles blinked again, and glanced at the table where Derek was just visible over the crowd. Lydia and Jackson were grinding with Isaac, Scott and Allison had disappeared and Boyd and Erica were so wrapped up in each other that she couldn't tell where one started and the other ended. Derek looked away from her the instant he caught her eyes. Her eyes narrowed and she downed the rest of her drink. She took the mans hand and spotted triumph sparkling in the woman's eyes as she followed them onto the dance floor where they sandwiched Stiles between them.

The first sign Derek caught of trouble was a slight smell of salt on the air. He stiffened. Salt in a club was not a good thing. There was a difference between this kind of salty and the kind they used for margaritas. This salty smell was much more chemically, the smell of a drug. Not the stench of weed from the back alley but something that could be much more dangerous. He looked around trying to locate the smell. His heart froze over as he spotted Stiles, who was only two drinks in and shouldn't be in too bad of a condition, wobbling in the arms of a man he didn't recognize. The man had tawny hair and freckles, so did the woman who was whispering into Stiles' ear. They could have been twins if it wasn't for the dress and the woman's much longer hair. But the woman was leading Stiles away from the dancefloor towards the door. Derek let out a low growl and abandoned his post by the drinks, easily parting the crowd with his glare and rushed after them.

He rounded the corner into the alley after them and let a full out growl as the scent of the two unfamiliar people hit him for the first time. The scents in the club were good for covering things like this up. They weren't human, their eyes flashed bright pink at him as Stiles blinked, eyes glassy and unfocused, the salt on her breath telling him that one of these bastards had slipped something into her drink. They were going to die for that. He growled at them letting his eyes flash bright blue and stay that way. There was no one back here anyway, just the four of them. The woman laughed.

"So is one of the big bad wolves here to save little red? Or does he want to share her too?" The woman ran her hand through Stiles' hair and Derek howled. It wasn't a call to the other members of the pack though it would call them to him, it was a challenge at these creatures for ever daring to touch Stiles. The man stepped forwards.

"Oh, feisty! But I doubt he's ever met one of us before. Come on little wolf, we could have so much fun the four of us." There was an edge to the mans voice that sounded musical but was lost on Derek's ears as the woman ran her lips over Stiles' throat. Derek lunged forwards and batted the man aside as the rest of the pack skidded into the alleyway. The male was out cold but the female still had Stiles in her grip, she was looking much more than surprised though as Derek shifted and snarled. She blinked at him for a moment backing away, still holding Stiles.

"You shouldn't have been able to do that. Not even wolves can resist us! If she couldn't you shouldn't be able to! She's Fae and she still couldn't fight it!" Derek snarled shutting the woman up.

"Let. Her. Go." It wasn't a request. It was a command plain and simple and the woman's eyes flashed pink again as she seemed to be considering her options. She seemed to decide that keeping ahold of her prey was much more dangerous than it was worth the risk and shoved Stiles in Derek's direction before making a break for it down the alley. Derek lunged forwards and caught her easily as she stumbled. The rest of the pack raced after the woman, Derek was pretty sure he'd cracked the mans skull on the wall, but he wasn't sure that would be enough to kill him. Stiles blinked at him for a full minute before she recognized him.

"Sourwolf!" She threw her arms around his neck and buried her head there as his wolf purred in approval. Scott rounded the corner as he carefully picked Stiles up, not disturbing her where she was muttering into his skin, he couldn't quite make out what she was saying even with his enhanced ears. Scott growled at the sight of Stiles looking so completely out of it. Stiles flopped her head backwards and grinned at Scott.

"Scotty! Buddy! Der… he's pretty! Pretty and scary and sexy! He's smart too! Smart, scary, sexywolf." A loud snort from the end of the alley told Derek the rest of the pack had heard her too. Scott glanced up at him.

"What did they do to her? She smells wrong." Derek nodded, not putting her down. He was pretty sure she wouldn't have let him put her down even if he'd wanted to, which he didn't.

"Drugged. Not sure what with." Scott growled and Stiles giggled before mimicking the sound, sounding like a puppy trying to bark for the first time. Erica was howling with laughter by now as they bundled the unconscious man and woman into Jackson's car.

"What are they Derek?" Stiles spoke up before he could say anything.

"Sexy! Sexy Derek and Lydia clones! Scotty! They could be twins!" Scott frowned.

"They didn't look like Derek or Lydia, they looked like Allison and Isaac." Derek held back a laugh at that revelation but spoke above Stiles' babble.

"Amoreia. They're a kind of Love Demon. They feed on emotions, and change depending on the person looking at them. They usually travel in pairs cause it's easier to hunt that way. If their target likes women better the girl takes them and once they have them worn down they share." Scott growled at the thought of something like that happening to Stiles who giggled and growled at him again. Derek let a playful growl slip through his own lips to distract her from Scott. Stiles lit up with a smile and growled playfully back at him. Scott shook his head at the pair and cleared his throat.

"We should get her to Deaton, make sure she's alright." Derek nodded and bundled her into the Camaro, tossing Boyd his keys. Boyd drove them to the vet who had a rather difficult time examining Stiles who refused to let Derek set her down.

"You were lucky Derek noticed them leaving with you Stiles. This could have gone very differently." Scott growled slightly, Stiles was expounding on how much Derek's eyes looked like fresh moss in the forest.

"What would have happened if he hadn't?" Deaton frowned.

"We would have found her a few days from now, a husk. I wouldn't be surprised if they've hidden a body in the preserve. Though if they just got to town we may have gotten lucky. They likely decided that Stiles was a good target because she's a Fae Born. They could have fed off her for a few days. As to what they dosed her with, standard stuff. Rohypnol." Derek growled and Scott's eyes flashed red.

"They roofied her?" Deaton nodded.

"Likely to keep her from using her powers against them. She could have taken them on her own, if she wasn't drugged." Scott nodded.

"And we can't take her home like this. Her dad will throw a fit." Before Scott could begin to offer any ideas Derek spoke.

"She can stay at the loft, as long as she needs. I'll make sure she's safe." Scott nodded, a slight smile on his face.

"I know you will. Thanks Derek. We'll run these two out of town and make sure they don't come back."

As the rest of the pack watched Derek drive away with Stiles who had fallen asleep, snoring loudly Isaac pouted.

"So much for getting them both laid, preferably by each other, tonight." The others around him nodded as Scott rolled his eyes. He'd known about the plan but hadn't had a hand in it.

"Don't worry puppy." Lydia patted Isaac on the head. "We'll get them together. I wont stop till we do." Isaac grinned as they drove the still unconscious Amoreia out of town. They wouldn't be coming back, they knew now that Beacon Hills was off limits.