Unbeta'd because I didn't plan on posting this but…I need your help.

I know I shouldn't be starting another multi-chapter fic (I promise I'll get back to Blood Moon soon. It's practically finished but Peter Hale and I are having a few disagreements).

Ok so I got this idea ages ago, wrote a few chapters then promptly forgot about it (the last time I looked at this document was mid-October). I found it this afternoon and decided to clean it up a little and do an experiment and I thought was the best place to conduct my experiment. It will probably end up getting pretty graphic bondage ways etc so be warned. Also Stiles may have other partners before he gets with Derek.

All human AU.

Stiles is a private school student, and one of the popular kids. He's a bit of a slut and enjoys sleeping around.

His dads a senator, which leads to political exposure for his son.

Derek is the new bodyguard hired to protect Stiles.

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Stiles grinned at the sexy blond girl in the tight red dress who had just pasted herself to his side, painted lips already pressed against his throat in a hot sticky kiss. She was in her early twenties, and it was floating his boat that she had no idea he was seventeen. He winked over her head at Scott, the best wingman a guy could ever wish for. Scott had a girl on each arm, his head bent pretending to listen as his eyes were glued to his best friend. Scott was definitely going to get lucky tonight, and if Stiles played his cards right, he would too. The blond moved so one of her legs was between his and leaned forward to nibble on his collarbone, pushing his shirt out of the way in the process. Yes, Stiles realised, she was up for it.

Then a hand wrapped itself hard around his neck, the grip almost painful. The hand was too big to belong to the blond chick currently trying to ride his thigh. 'I thought you were having an early night.' A harsh voice growled in his ear, breath hot on his neck.

'Um…two's early in the number sequence right?' Stiles asked. The girl had suddenly lost interest in him and was already undressing Stiles's new bodyguard with her eyes. Cut that, she wasn't undressing him, she was already up for anal by the way she was fucking him with her eyes.

'Out. Now.' Derek Hale said steering Stiles around from the bar, dislodging the girl in the process who pouted prettily and called something Stiles didn't catch behind them.

'It's been a good run!' Stiles called back over his shoulder and her indignant squeak. The floor was sticky under the smooth sole of Stiles's shoes. Derek didn't seem to notice, he just kept moving, his grip unforgiving as he shoved Stiles out the doors of the nightclub.

Derek paused by the bouncers as the cold air hit Stiles's sweat hot skin from the club. He felt his nipples hardening into peaks under his shirt. 'He's seventeen.' Derek told them with a growl, shaking Stiles neck slightly in the process as if he were a disobedient dog that had just pissed in the neighbour's garden. 'This place is an over twenty one club.' The guys shifted uncomfortably and Stiles wanted the ground to open and swallow him. 'There's another one at the bar. Also seventeen.' Derek said shoving Stiles forward and pushing him into the side of the sweet black Camaro he drove. He pressed Stiles into the cool metal, his body flush behind him. Derek was hot and the cold car in front of him was a stark contrast. Stiles felt Derek's other hand brush past his hip to open the door.

'If you move, if you get out of this car, I will spank you. And video it. I hear you've got a YouTube channel.' Derek said. 'We clear.'

'As a blue sky.' Stiles said swallowing before Derek shoved him into the car.

'Good.' Derek said slamming the door shut and walking around to his own side to get in. 'No talking.' He warned, turning the radio up and roaring out of the alley way towards home. It was an old Classic Rock channel playing an Aerosmith tune. Stiles considered changing it but a glance at his bodyguard had him changing his mind. He didn't know him well enough to push him yet.

Senator Stilinski and his wayward son lived in a large house on the edge of town. There was a high white wall around it, and manned gates. There was always someone prowling about the gardens, day and night, and Stiles prided himself on his ability to escape unnoticed. He had a perfect score card, he'd yet to be caught and that was a real achievement in Stiles books, considering the amount of times he'd snuck away.

In the last eighteen months there had been two kidnap attempts on Stiles, and after how his mother had been shot for her own role she played in politics seven years ago, his father was taking no chances with his only son. Derek was the fourth bodyguard, and he only started that morning. Stiles hadn't meant to get the other three men assigned to other things, he didn't mean to sneak out and cause problems, things just kind of…happened. Like he would get these awesome ideas and nothing would do until he'd fulfilled his desires. It wasn't easy being the Senators son, especially when his friends were free to roam where they wanted to. Besides Stiles was seventeen and indestructible, he would have no problem running if someone made a grab for him.

Derek parked in the garage and escorted Stiles into the house. 'Dude I can take it from here.' He said as they walked through the kitchen.

'Dream on.' Derek said sticking by his side. Stiles sighed, and hoped his dad was in bed. His luck was still out, because the man was still in his study, glasses on the edge of his nose, hand in his hair.

'Aerosmith.' Stiles tired to joke but Derek's grip was steel, and Stiles couldn't move at all.

'I found him.' Derek said, pausing at the door. Ed Stilinski sighed and took his glasses off.

'Thank you Derek.' He said. 'I'm sorry.'

Derek shrugged. 'It's what I get paid for.' He said. 'I'll see him to bed.'

'You could chain him to it.' Ed snorted. Stiles couldn't help the shiver that passed through him. Derek must have noticed too because his hand tightened on Stiles's neck. He turned them and pushed Stiles up the stairs and towards his room, pausing at his bedroom door. Derek was sleeping in the smaller guest bedroom opposite Stiles's room.

'You gonna' read me a bedtime story?' Stiles asked, licking his lips. 'Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf?'

'That smart mouth will get you in trouble someday.' Derek said opening the door and shoving Stiles into the middle of the room. Stiles licked his lips again, looking Derek up and down before Derek drew back and shut the door.

Stiles sighed and collapsed back onto his blue comforter. He couldn't get the image of Derek chaining him to the bed and having his way with Stiles, restraining him so Stiles couldn't move other than to hump back onto Derek's cock. Or better still, spanking him. Stiles groaned at the thought of Derek's big hands covering Stiles's pale ass with red welts.

Ok so Derek was a fantasy, Stiles had already established this when he met him at breakfast that morning. Derek was all hard glares and rough stubble. He was wearing jeans and a leather jacket. Most of the guys wore suits around the house. His dad had explained that Derek was a different approach to try to control him, and Stiles had to test the water.

Slipping out was a ball, always had been. Getting into the club was no problem; a wad of cash always fixed that. He didn't think Derek would find him so quick, but there he was, hand wrapped warmly around the back of his neck, promising so much and getting so little.

Stiles kicked off his shoes and sat up to tug his shirt and open his jeans, arching to slip them off. Stiles had always known he liked guys too, girls were hot but they didn't give him what he needed. He figured in some twisted way that was why he was so disobedient, he just wanted to be dominated but he'd never met anyone he wanted to do it, or trusted enough with his body.

He wondered if Derek would be willing to do it, willing to just hold him down and fuck him.

When Derek mentioned spanking Stiles had made sure to hide the boner the word created, and he was glad of the music playing as a distraction, helped him work the little fellow away, with promises of some fun time later, but now he didn't want to. He wanted it to be Derek's rough hand, not his own. He wanted Derek to be the one pressing an unforgiving hand on his belly to hold him still while he jerked Stiles's cock.

Fuck Stiles had it bad and it was only day one.