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]

"He knows. Sort of. He knows…most of it. But nobody else does." Stiles' smile is weak and flickering. "Nobody else does."

[burnedwolf]

Peter's eyes are sharp on the boy as he answers. It never gets easier, seeing that smile on the victims' faces. The doctor sighs.

"How much does your father know exactly?"

[totallynotrobin]

"He knows I went out and got hurt." Stiles murmurs. "And he knows I need to come to a - a sex therapist, as opposed to a regular one."

[burnedwolf]

"He must be worried for you, especially that he doesn't know the details." Peter starts. "You should tell him what happened." he advises. It could be the next step too in Stiles' recovery even. But Peter knows it might be a huge one.

[totallynotrobin]

"I can't." Stiles says quickly and quietly. "I can't - how can I talk to him about…"

Stiles shivers, curling uncomfortably in his seat.

[burnedwolf]

"Stiles, it was just a suggestion." the doctor starts, holding out his hand for the other. "I think it would help both of you if you could talk to your father about it, but I'm not going to force you." he says carefully. "But can you tell me why you're afraid to tell him?"

[totallynotrobin]

Stiles glances at Peter's hand with barely-concealed fear. His skin was starting to crawl again from talking about this. "…I don't want him to look at me like I'm weak."

[burnedwolf]

At Stiles' unease Peter slowly pulls his hand back. The boy is so tense even he can feel it.

"Even if you're not weak?" he mutters, tilting his head to the side.

[totallynotrobin]

"I feel weak," Stiles mutters quietly, watching Peter carefully.

[burnedwolf]

Peter knows that weak could mean a lot of things. So he needs Stiles to elaborate.

"Do you feel weak pysically?" he asks.

[totallynotrobin]

"Yes. And...mentally, I guess. Both."

[burnedwolf]

With a slow nod of his head, Peter's gaze lingers on Stiles' face.

"If I told you to drink right now, would you do it?" he asks in a low voice.

[totallynotrobin]

"Drink?" Stiles squeaks quietly at the change in demeanor. But some part of him is quietly cowering into submission, yes.

[burnedwolf]

"I'm not telling you to drink. But I'm asking if you would do it?" Peter mutters, his eyes sharp on Stiles.

[totallynotrobin]

"P-probably," Stiles stutters.

[burnedwolf]

"Why?" the doctor inquires, scribbling into his notes. "You're not thirsty and I'm not threatening you."

[totallynotrobin]

"I-I don't know." Stiles shrinks in his seat. "I'm weak."

[burnedwolf]

Peter doesn't say anything, he's just reading a few of his notes. Then he looks up again.

"What about if I told you to take your clothes off?" Peter asks.

[totallynotrobin]

"I don't want to." Stiles swallows hard. But if Peter were to push the issue...honestly, he probably would. Struggling made it worse.

[burnedwolf]

Peter is just testing how 'weak' Stiles exactly is, or how weak he thinks he is. He doesn't want to really order him or hurt him in any other way, but sometimes shock can wake a person up.

"Would you tell me that?" Peter mutters quietly.

[totallynotrobin]

"I just did." Stiles is curling in on himself, closing his eyes and trying to breath.

[burnedwolf]

"Good." Peter nods with a soft sigh. "Do you need a moment?" his voice is quiet, because right now it's the only thing he might provide comfort for Stiles.

[totallynotrobin]

"Y-yeah." He shivers, trying to shake off too-vivid memories, the panic beginning to consume him.

[burnedwolf]

Peter frowns a little, letting Stiles try to work it out before he speaks.

"I didn't want to scare you, you know." he starts. "I wanted to prove you're not in fact weak."

[totallynotrobin]

"I am." Stiles refutes softly, peeling himself up from the chair. "I - I would. If you made me."