I love when you guys critic my work, so don't be afraid to, Okay? If I made a mistake, tell me. I want to be a better writer. So this chapter is a little shorter than the others, sorry for that. I had a family emergency so yea.

Scott closes his eyes, shutting out every sound and smell, only focusing on Derek's heartbeat and smell. It's not an easy task, there's so much in the woods. But he tries and smiles when he hears the strong thumping of Derek's heart and the enchanting aroma that accompanies Derek. Good now all I have to do is follow it, Scott thinks to himself.

Scott had to come here at 5:30 a.m. for his lesson on control. It's not even light out yet, he doesn't even get up this early for school. Anyhow, this lesson is supposed to show him how to control his senses to his advantage although Scott told Derek that he's pretty good at that already. But Derek says he needs to know how much Scott knows, and this is also suppose to help him find prey or enemies. Scott thinks about how Derek isn't his enemy so that means he's Scott's prey and that excites Scott to no end. As he speeds past trees, Scott's excitement grew even more when he feels Derek's close. Scott's grinning when he finds Derek in a tree sitting on a branch.

"Ha, I found you. I told you I was good at this."

Derek nods and says "Let's see if you can catch me." He jumps down and takes off running. Scott's eyes darken, this is going to be fun. Derek's quick and sly, Scott hasn't even come close to catching him yet.

Puffing out air, Scott thinks this isn't fair, Derek has way more experience.

Derek stands in front of Scott and says "You giving up already? You're just as weak as I thought you were. Pathetic. I was hoping you'd be better. "

Scott growls, teeth baring. "Shut up."

"Why did I hurt your feelings?"

Scott wants to wipe that smirk off Derek's face. He launches forward and tackles him, snarling in Derek's face but before he can even blink Scott's being flipped over onto his stomach with Derek growling in his ear. Derek's pinning him down, one hand on his shoulder and the other digging into his hip.

"You let your anger get the better of you, and that's why your face first in the dirt. You're suppose to use your anger but you can't let it blind you. Got it?"

Scott's struggling under Derek, in an attempt to get Derek off he tries bucking. He instantly regrets it when Derek's grip gets tighter, Scott starts hissing.

"Did you understand what I said?"

Nodding his head because his face is in the dirt, Scott acknowledges he heard Derek. This position is so awkward, Scott thinks. He can feel the heat pooling below and there is nothing he can do about it. Derek is not going to be happy, if…no when he smells Scott's desire, if he hasn't already. Scott wants to shift his hips to ease the ache. He doesn't even know why he's getting aroused, his face is in the dirt and Derek is sort of hurting him. His shoulder aches and elongating nails are digging into the thin flesh above his hips and Scott groans, not knowing whether to pull away from the grip or give into it. Scott moans out of disappointment and relief when the weight against his back is abruptly gone, not exactly sure which one he should be moaning for.

Derek's eyes are dark and he's breathing heavily but Scott can still see the anger behind the darkness. God, he could feel the last strand of dignity he had being stripped away, as if things weren't difficult enough between them. The silence wasn't helping either. Scott willed away the problem below, blushing furiously. Shit, how many times does he have to blush in front of Derek, Scott just wanted to die right now. He wonders if Derek is going to berate him for not having any self-control, and is very stunned when Derek just says one word.

"Go." Derek's already turning and walking away from him.

Scott's lying in bed thinking how he could possibly ever show his face to Derek again, there's no way he can. There's so much unwanted tension and most of it is carnal need. He got hard from just being under Derek ever since he came home he's been trying to figure out what happened and he thinks he might understand.

He liked being under Derek at least his wolf side did, it really wanted to give itself to Derek. It liked being subjugated like that. Scott just wasn't sure how he was suppose to feel. Well, he definitely got eager that was for sure and when Derek was pinning him down, he liked it. He even liked the nails digging into his hip, Scott rubs his thumb lazily over his hip, the punctures in his hip have long healed. He could feel the recollection of the recent events sending twinges of pleasure to his crotch.

Scott let his hand drift to the lip of his shorts and pauses momentarily. Scott swallowed thickly, was he really going to masturbate to Derek? Derek, the guy who kissed him and since then hasn't given any indication of doing it again. He admits to himself that he wants to do it again, and next time maybe even go further. Scott answers his own question by letting his hand go further down south and closes his eyes.

He imagined Derek above him like before, panting in his ear, then trailing his extended sharp teeth against Scott's neck just slight of penetrating his throat. His hand speeds up along with his breathing. He visualizes claws trailing alongside his ribs, not enough to break skin but enough to make him hiss. Scott hips are thrusting frantically into his fist, he's swearing by now. He needs more. He thinks about what Derek would say, probably nothing. Derek would just growl, and do what he wanted and Scott wouldn't want it any other way. Scott wants to be controlled by Derek.

Stroking even faster letting his nails scrape against his scorching flesh, his legs spread wider and Scott adds more pressure. It's getting harder to think and envision this but he forces his mind to go further. The teeth he imagined at his throat dig in and that's what undoes Scott. The thought of Derek's teeth perforating his throat is too much and Scott comes with a strangled moan, eyes squeezed shut, hands stilled, and toes curling. He's hot, sweaty and sticky.

But man, that was amazing, Scott thinks. He can't believe he fantasized about Derek. Well, at least he knows he likes Derek or at least has a crush or something. He's in sheer bliss when his phone starts ringing. Speak of the devil, it's Derek. He answers it after the third ring but doesn't say anything, he has to calm down his breathing in order to speak.

"Scott?"

Scott clears his throat and says "Yea." But the word comes out shaky.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Scott's face reddens at the question and thinks even when Derek isn't physically here, he manages to blush.

"No, I'm… r-running."

"That's interesting because I'm outside your house with Stiles and I'm pretty sure you're home right now."

Scott glances out the window and sure enough there's Derek's black Camaro. It's in the back of his mind, the thought if Derek knew what he was doing but Scott lets it stay in the back because if he really thought started thinking about that now, he'd never be able to face Derek.

"Yea, what I meant was I just got here and I was running." Scott says cursing in his head.

Scott can hear the disbelief in Derek's tone. "Right, well I need your help. So hurry up and get out here."

The rest of the night is filled with Scott driving Derek's car trying to lose Kate who's hot on their tail (no pun intended) and getting Derek out of a swarm of cops that are firing bullets at him.

Hope you all liked it, again sorry for the shortness. But please review.