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 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."

[burnedwolf]

Peter nods.

"It can happen, it was both the drugs and the shock." he tells Stiles. He's a bit hesitant asking the next question. "Did he hurt you? Did he use protection?"

[totallynotrobin]

"He only used the lube for his comfort." Stiles mutters. "No, he didn't."

[burnedwolf]

Peter nods, looking down at his notes.

"Did you get tested?" he frowns. There were cases where the victim was too ashamed to do the check-up and Peter wasn't sure about Stiles.

[totallynotrobin]

"…no." Stiles admits. "I wasn't comfortable with - "

[burnedwolf]

Peter purses his lips, frowning down at his notes.

"I understand." he started. "But you should get tested. As soon as possible." he says gently, looking at Stiles. "I know someone I trust, maybe I can give you his number. If you want. I could go with you too." he offers before he can stop himself. Again something he shouldn't do.

[totallynotrobin]

"…You'd do that?" Stiles asks softly, chewing on his lip. Just the idea makes him very nervous.

[burnedwolf]

"You're my patient Stiles. It's my responsibility to help you get healthy, in every possible way." Peter nods. "If you want, I can do this for you."

[totallynotrobin]

"I can't go alone." Stiles decides. "So…please."

[burnedwolf]

"You can also ask your father." Peter offers. "It could be good for both of you." he remarks.

[totallynotrobin]

"No." Stiles says that incredibly fast. "I don't want him to know how bad it was."

[burnedwolf]

The moment Stiles refuses, Peter leans back in his chair and eyes him. He doesn't want to force him, but it could be time for him to see help other than his. Even if he just offered, because Stiles needs to be tested anyway. And soon.

"Why?" he asks quietly. "Do you still think he'd judge you?"

[totallynotrobin]

"No. I just…I don't want to see the sadness in his eyes." Stiles mutters. Would he react well to other treatment, at this point?