Sex Therapist AU

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles is sure this was a terrible idea. Absolutely terrible. He's shaking as he sits, waiting, in the man's office. After everything that happened...he can't do this. He should leave. No - he isn leaving. He's going to walk out that door and -

But Stiles is frozen by fear. His nails are digging into his palm, jaw clenched. Move. Get up. Get out before he shows up. I'm sorry, Dr. Hale, I couldn't make it. Yeah. Sounds plausible.

It was a Wrong Place, Wrong Time type of thing. Actually, it was the Wrong Drink. Worst part was, it wasn't even meant for him. But when the guy figured out he'd roofie'd the wrong kid, well - might as well get something out of it, right? And for some sick reason, that made him feel worse, that he wasn't the intended target. That he was some kind of second class, even for a sick fuck like that. From there, it was all downhill.

So he's stuck in that chair, dreading the moment his new therapist opened the door.

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[totallynotrobin]

"I need you to ask me what you want to know." Stiles requests.

[burnedwolf]

"Very well." Peter agrees quietly. "Tell me... the beginning. What was he like? In general, what was the feeling you got from him?"

[totallynotrobin]

"He seemed nice. Normal, even. Started chatting me up, very friendly."

[burnedwolf]

Peter nods, glad that Stiles seems to go on through this.

"And you liked his attention. Did he ask you for your number?"

[totallynotrobin]

"Yeah. I didn't give it to him, though. I…played hard to get."

[burnedwolf]

"Was he angry about it?" Peter asked, leaning forward a little.

[totallynotrobin]

"No. He didn't seem to be, anyway."

[burnedwolf]

"So he was nice and chatted you up a little." Peter mutters. "When did you feel something wasn't right?"

[totallynotrobin]

"I started slurring my speech. I wasn't anywhere near drunk, and I excused myself for the bathroom."

[burnedwolf]

Peter actually heard a lot of similar stories. Of course they were all different, but the main points were mostly there. Though as he's listening to Stiles he feels his stomach drop. He licks his lips, nodding.

"He followed you?" he asked.

[totallynotrobin]

"Yes. I didn't realize it until his arm was around my waist and he was pulling me outside." Stiles says quietly, staring at his hands.

[burnedwolf]

"No one saw him pulling you away?" Peter tilts his head.

[totallynotrobin]

"I guess not. Maybe they thought he was helping me; it was a pretty intimate grip."

[burnedwolf]

"That could be indeed the case." Peter nods, looking down for a second. People weren't really looking out for each other in these clubs. But then he raised his gaze again. "Stiles, I'd like you to tell me what he said to you after he pulled you away."

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles sighs and nods. "He…dragged me around back. By that point I was too out of control to make any reasonable attempt at escape. Then he…he told me he'd come to the club to have fun."

[burnedwolf]

Peter swallowed again to not to make any unnecessary comments about human scum.

"Did he seem angry then?" he presses. "What else did he say?"

[totallynotrobin]

"No. He seemed happy. It was terrifying," Stiles murmurs, twisting his fingers together. "He told me I'd have to do. In place of Danny."

[burnedwolf]

Peter hummed with a nod.

"I'm sorry, Stiles." he sighs. "Is there anything else he said to you?"

[totallynotrobin]

"Besides what he was going to do to me?" Stiles' voice shakes just a little.

[burnedwolf]

"Anything you feel like telling me." Peter nods, speaking gently. "We don't have to continue if you don't want to, Stiles."

[totallynotrobin]

"No I…you think it will help?" Stiles asks, glancing up at Peter.

[burnedwolf]

Peter actually nods, holding Stiles' gaze.

"I think it will, yes. This way you can compare your attack to the person's approach at the shop. To see they weren't the same at all. I think it could help you." he explained.

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles bites his lip and nods. This is what Peter was here for. "He…shoved me against the wall. And started undoing my belt."

[burnedwolf]

"Were you trying to talk to him? To let you go?" Peter presses quietly.

[totallynotrobin]

"I couldn't really speak. I couldn't even cry for help."