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I had to do it on my own

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Angst, drinking, drugs, fluff
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Derek didn't understand why he stuck around for so long. Why he kept watching this path of destruction. Why he didn't leave sooner.

He loved Stiles.

He honest to god did.

What wasn't there to love? Aside from Stiles' looks and fame (which was the main reason anyone had ever wanted to sleep with the guy), he was smart, funny, a delight to be around, had a heart of gold (despite screaming to the heavens that he didn't), and he loved dogs. The sex was pretty damn amazing, too. Derek was a stickler when it came to that, considering he had had some horrible experiences in the past. Almost settled for celibacy before being called by Lydia Martin, the tour manager, to come on as the audio tech for the band Dark Fox.

Derek couldn't say no at the time. It was an honor! A high opportunity!

If he had known what was going to happen...

Stiles was great. He really was. And he immediately started flirting with Derek the second they met.

At first, Derek was uncomfortable and just ignored the guy. Stiles flirted with everyone. Liked to add notches to his bedpost. There was no way Derek was going to be added to that notch.

Not to be swayed, Stiles persisted. Annoyingly so. However, with each rejection or eye roll, his flirting was growing more and more tame. Then, finally, he brought Derek flowers in his hotel room one night - asked for a proper date in the most timid way that Derek almost had a stroke as he stuttered a surprised yes.

And really, Stiles swept Derek off his feet after that. The love bug bit him and bit him good. Sure, Stiles had a vice called whiskey, but he wasn't too bad with the whole drinking thing. And he didn't do it heavily around Derek because of how uncomfortable it made him. Things were amazing, to be honest.

Then Theo, the new bassist, brought drugs into the mix.

At first, Stiles told Theo to fuck off. Came to Derek's room, crying because the idea of drugs being used in the band scared him. Derek told him to kick Theo out and find someone else to play bass guitar. But before Stiles could...he fell. Fell deep. Theo took advantage of him when Stiles was drunk – tricked him to snort cocaine.

That's when Derek noticed the changes in his boyfriend.

When Stiles was using, he became aggressive. He chased it down with whiskey and it made him flirt with anything that had legs. He even tried to hump someone once. He began having outbursts that were just destructive. Sometimes...he even forgot who he was. There were even times he came crying to Derek, utterly inconsolable, begging for cuddles. And the sex, as rough and intense as they got when he used...it was...it felt wrong. Like Derek was taking advantage of someone who wasn't all there.

Five weeks.

Five weeks on this new tour after four months of Stiles' new habit.

That's how long it took for Derek to finally give up.

He had already told Lydia and Scott he was leaving. Hell, he even told Stiles' dad.

Now...he had to tell Stiles.

Derek slipped into the hotel room where Stiles was staying, horrified by what he saw. Stiles...Stiles was strung out. He was dancing with horrible dubstep music, a bottle of whiskey in his hold, and making the other druggies that came with this new habit laugh like hyenas. They didn't care that Stiles was on a table and could hurt himself. Didn't care about him at all. They never did.