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A not so criminal attraction

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Fluff
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Stiles is dating a mobster. Or a gang member. Mafia man? Crime lord?
Whatever. He doesn't know exactly what terminology to use because Derek has never outright confirmed it, but it's so obvious. Stiles' boyfriend is definitely a part of some sketchy underground syndicate of criminal activity and it's like he isn't even trying to hide it.

Stiles tabbed out barely an hour after he'd gotten to the club. He'd thought that, being new to the city, going out clubbing at the hottest joint in town would be a good way to meet people in the area, but all he'd gotten were a few appreciative looks and two polite brush-offs. At this rate, he figured he might as well go back to his apartment where the booze was cheaper.
He made it three blocks before someone jumped out of an alley at him. It was a blur of movement, a burst of sound, a jolt of adrenaline and, you know, this was exactly the kind of shit his dad had warned him about when he'd said he wanted to move to the big city. He really should listen to his dad more often.
Stiles had never been mugged before so he wasn't entirely sure of the protocol, but he thought a little panicking was understandable and even warranted. There was a lot of yelling and some waving around of what might've been a weapon-it was too dark to really see-and then, quite unexpectedly, there was a wall of leather in Stiles' field of vision.
It was a leather-clad back, broad and muscled, and it belonged to the single most intimidating man Stiles had ever laid eyes on. Absolutely gorgeous, Stiles discovered when the man shot a glance back at him, but definitely intimidating with his chiseled jaw and painted-on stubble and thick eyebrows pulled down in a scowl that could make a stone bleed just by looking at it.
He sounded calm, though, when he said: "You should rethink this course of action."
If Stiles had been slightly less terrified, he might've laughed. He sort of wanted to laugh anyway, but that was probably just a bout of hysteria. His attacker didn't laugh, though. He sneered and said, "Who are you supposed to be?"
Leather Guy shrugged. "I'm a Hale," he said. "I'm sure you've heard of my mother, Talia."
The names meant nothing to Stiles, but the mugger hesitated. Weapon of indeterminate lethality still in hand, he bounced on his heels a bit like he was contemplating making a move on them anyway, even if he was risking Talia Hale's apparent wrath.
Before he could make a decision, there were footsteps from the other end of the alley. Stiles peeked over Leather Guy's shoulder to see three more people, dramatically silhouetted by the streetlamps' glow; two men and a woman. All wearing leather jackets. What the hell was this, some kind of fashion statement? A uniform?
Whatever it was, the mugger clearly deemed it too much. He dropped his weapon and held up his hands in surrender. Stiles' knight in black leather scooped up the weapon-a knife, as it turned out-and flipped it over in his hand, then jerked his head at the mugger dismissively.
The mugger took off running, scraping his back along the wall to avoid the others when they didn't move out of his way.
Leather Guy watched him go, then turned back to Stiles. Goddamn it, his smile was as intimidating as his muscles and twice as attractive.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Stiles said with a dry mouth. "Thanks for that."
An arm was suddenly thrown over Stiles' shoulder, making him jump.
"Don't worry, kid," the woman from the alley mouth said, a sharp grin on her red lips. "We got your back."
Leather Guy nodded solemnly like it was some kind of promise, and as Stiles was led out of the alley by an escort of leather-wearing badasses, he had the very strong feeling that he'd just joined a gang.

It's probably dangerous, dating a criminal. At least twice a day Stiles reminds himself that this is almost certainly a bad idea and he should get out while he can, before he gets kidnapped by a rival gang leader and used as leverage or something. That's the kind of thing that happens to the boss's main squeeze, right? At least in movies.
Sometimes he tries to imagine what his dad's reaction would be. Then he stops imagining that because it is never a pretty mental picture. Maybe he should feel guilty for putting himself in harm's way like this, but Stiles comforts himself with the absolute conviction that Derek will keep him safe. Even if Derek's criminal activities catch up with him, he won't let Stiles get hurt.
That totally makes it worth it. Right?