Disclaimer:

I do not own Teen Wolf or any characters from the show.

A/N: This is probably the chapter I've decided to change the most. When I first wrote this, I was just imitating the style of other writers for these types of scenes so now, four years later, I've grown a little more as a writer and I find myself unsatisfied with the end result. Hope you like it.


Chapter Three

Scott walked into Derek's train depot, finding it empty. "Derek?" Scott called out, looking around the empty space. He stepped inside the train, "Derek? Are you here?"

"What do you want?" He heard from behind him.

Scott jumped ten feet in the air, gasping in shock. He spun around and came face-to-face with Derek Hale. Scott froze when he looked into those glowing red eyes, barely containing a shiver at Derek's piercing gaze.

"Scott."

Scott almost believed he could drown in the depth of those eyes, lost in their wisdom and unmistakable beauty. Scott wondered if Derek knew just how much power his eyes held.

"Scott."

Derek probably did. Maybe this was why Isaac accepted the Bite, despite the dangers and pitfalls. Why Isaac gave himself over to him. Because Derek's eyes could convince anyone of his cause without his speaking. His eye were like magic.

"Scott!"

Scott snapped out of his reverie, "Oh, um, I was j-just…"

"Just what?" Derek asked when Scott stopped speaking, his cheeks burning. He couldn't very well say he wasn't listening because he was too busy daydreaming about Derek's eyes, now could he? Scott looked away.

Scott licked his dry lips, "J-just…I-I was, um, uh, j-just…" Derek gritted his teeth together, clearly losing patience with the young wolf.

"Why are you here, Scott? What do you want?" Derek said, trying to stay calm.

Scott knew what he should say: he wanted to talk about Isaac, he wanted to talk about the creature. But he just couldn't talk as Derek's voice washed pleasantly over him, causing his nether regions to stir in interest. He bit his lip but a low moan escaped Scott's lips. Shock flashed across Derek's face before a smug smirk replaced it. He stared at Scott with a hungry glint in his eyes, taking slow, teasing steps towards the teen. Scott stepped back tentatively each time, until his back hit the wall behind him.

Shit! Scott thought and instantly regretted even thinking about coming here. He could barely remember why he came! Derek pushed Scott into the wall,their bodies tightly pressed together. A shiver ran down Scott's spine, eliciting a small gasp as heat pooled into his stomach. Derek put his head in the crook of Scott's neck, inhaling deeply. Scott's dick twitched as he felt Derek run his nose along his neck.

"Do you know how strong an aroma can be, Scott?" Derek asked against his skin.

"N-no," Scott managed to gasp out, his hands clenching against the steel wall.

"I can smell your lust; it's radiating in waves, calling out to me."

"Sorry," Scott mumbled, not entirely certain what Derek was talking about.

Scott suddenly gripped on Derek's arms tightly, shuddering when he felt the muscles twitch underneath his fingers. Scott's breath hitched when he felt Derek put his hands on his hips, holding Scott in place.

"Don't be," Derek said in a husky voice.

Scott's hands traveled to Derek's shoulders with the intent to push the Alpha away so they wouldn't be so close together, so he could just breathe, but he only pulled him closer. Scott hummed when Derek's hands slipped under his shirt, lightly tracing Scott's abs. A shudder of pleasure coursed through him as Derek nipped sharply at his pulse point.

"Your scent is intoxicating. I want to taste it. Can I, Scott? Can I taste you?"

Did Scott want this? Did he want to submit to Derek, especially like this? Scott knew he should reject him, push him away; there were so many reasons why this wouldn't be a good idea, but Scott didn't want to think about consequences. For once, he wanted to just feel. "Yes!" Scott murmured, unable to control his need to be touched by Derek but unable to voice it. But that quiet approbation was all Derek needed.

Derek groaned before capturing Scott's lips in a searing kiss, hands cupping Scott's face. Scott moaned and bunched Derek's shirt material in his hands. He felt Derek's tongue swipe along his bottom lip and Scott immediately opened his mouth, allowing the Alpha access. Derek growled approvingly as he slipped his tongue into that warm, moist cavern, their tongues battling for dominance. The Alpha pulled back to map out every crevice of Scott's mouth. Derek moved away from Scott's lips to kiss along his jaw, nipping at the delicious skin.

"D-Derek," Scott stuttered. "Wait."

"I want you, Scott. I want to turn your world upside down, making you forget anyone before me...do you want that?" Derek said, sucking on the sensitive spot behind Scott's ear, extracting a filthy moan from Scott's lips.

"Do you, Scott? I want to hear you say it," Derek murmured, wanting Scott to admit he was submitting to Derek, wanting Scott to know that this was his choice. And Scott didn't disappoint. He leaned his head back to give Derek more access to his neck, mumbling, "Yes, yes. God, Derek. Please, I need more!"

Derek smirked against Scott's skin. "Good," He purred, before grinding his hips against Scott's. Scott let out a strained moan, instinctively rocking against Derek, making sounds that he will later deny ever making. Scott gripped Derek's hair, tangling his fingers in it and giving it a light tug. A growl erupted from Derek's chest, going straight to Scott's groin. Suddenly, Derek pulled away; Scott whined in protest from the lack of friction.

"Relax, I just want to look at you," Derek soothed. And look at Scott, Derek did. Scott looked delicious with his tousled hair, half-lidded eyes, swollen lips, and deeply blushed cheeks. Derek could feel his wolf scratching just under the surface, wanting to be freed, but Derek held out and remained in control.

"Lift your arms," Derek commanded in a low, husky voice.

Scott's eyes fluttered close as the command registered to him and he raised his arms. Derek swiftly pulled Scott's shirt over the teen's head and threw it, not caring where it landed. Derek's heart clenched when he saw Scott's bare chest. Derek leaned forward, latching his mouth onto Scott's left nipple. Scott groaned and arched towards Derek's mouth as the Alpha bit and sucked and licked his nipple until it was a hard nub, before moving to the next one and giving it the same treatment. Derek started to kiss lower, teeth nipping at the smooth skin as he went to his knees.

"Oh god, Derek!" Scott whimpered, his groin straining against his jeans, aching to be let out.

Derek unbuckled Scott's belt slowly while biting harshly at Scott's hip, the teen gasping from the slight pain. Scott watched as Derek unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them off along with his boxers. Derek licked his lips in anticipation as he watched pre-cum form on Scott's tip. Derek lapped up the drop with his tongue, savoring the taste. Scott shuddered from the sensation but remained silent. He couldn't let Derek know how affected he was.

Derek must've read Scott's mind, because he licked a strip from Scott's base to the tip. Scott groaned loudly, his body twitching with need. Derek continued to tease Scott with kitten licks on Scott's slit, hand slowly pumping the base of Scott's dick. Derek wanted to break Scott, force him to beg and plead with the knowledge that his pleasure was in Derek's hands. And breaking Scott didn't take very long. At all.

"Derek, pl-please. Stop fucking teasing me. I can't take it. Please, Derek!"

Derek grinned triumphantly and then took Scott in his mouth, slowly bobbing his head up and down. Scott gasped at the heat surrounding his erection. He bucked unexpectedly, and then realized Derek had once again put his hands on Scott's hips, forcing him to keep still. Derek closed his lips on Scott's head, licking and striking the slit with his tongue. Derek looked up at Scott, staring right into those big, brown eyes as he hummed around Scott's length.

Scott gripped Derek's dark locks with his hands, groaning and moaning from the pleasure Derek's mouth was bringing him. Derek felt Scott's body freeze and his grip tighten, a sure sign Scott was close to cumming. Right when Scott thought he was going to go over the edge, Derek pulled away.

Scott whined in protest, "D-Derek, what the hell are you doing?!"

Derek held three fingers in front of Scott's mouth, "Suck."

Scott greedily took them between his bruised lips, licking them with his tongue. Derek groaned when he felt the warm, wet muscle encircle his fingers, and he briefly wondered what that tongue could do to his member. When Derek deemed his fingers wet enough, he pulled them out of Scott's mouth. Derek put one of Scott's legs onto his shoulder.

"D-Derek, Wh-what are you—ah!"

Scott let out a strangled gasp when he felt Derek steadily slipping his middle finger into Scott. Derek paused, waiting for Scott to get comfortable. When Scott started rolling his hips to feel more of this sensation, Derek started pumping the single digit in and out of the younger male's body.

"More, Derek. Come on, I can take it!" Scott pleaded, meeting Derek's intrusion.

Derek nodded and slipped in another finger. Scott let a needy groan and a whimper at the slight burn as Derek moved the fingers in and out of him. The pain ebbed away and pleasure replaced it. Scott let out a cry of pleasure when Derek allowed his fingers to brush slightly against his prostate, and he started rolling his hips for more. Soon, Derek added the third and last finger, the burn coming back and magnifying. Derek looked up and noticed how Scott's face contorted in pain; he jabbed Scott's prostate harshly and Scott let out a loud moan, his back arching.

"Der—oh god! Please, Derek!" Scott panted in a pleading voice.

Derek stood up, wrapping the leg that was on his shoulder around his waist. He kept his fingers firmly pressed against Scott's prostate. "When you first came here Scott, I asked you a question. I want you to tell me what it was."

Scott could practically feel his legs turn to jelly, his knees buckling. He could barely form a thought, let alone remember a sentence and repeat it, but he also knew that Derek wouldn't continue if he didn't get what he wanted.

"What was it, Scott?" Derek whispered in Scott's ear as he wrapped his hand around Scott's painfully hard erection. Scott let out a stuttered gasp, bucking into Derek's fist, which held firm at the base of Scott's cock. God, what did Derek ask him? Derek twisted his hand and squeezed lightly, and Scott could've sworn he saw fireworks at that very moment. Scott moaned and his brain started to clear up as the words popped into his blood-deprived head.

What do you want?

"You asked me what I wanted," Scott answered, surprised his voice didn't falter from the immense pleasure he was receiving.

"And what is it, Scott? What do you want?" Derek asked in a low, husky voice, twisting his hand again and sliding it up Scott's shaft.

All stray thoughts left Scott's mind as he focused on finding his release. Derek kissed Scott harshly, worrying Scott's bottom lip between his teeth.

"What. Do. You. Want?" Derek said slowly, as if he was speaking to a child. And maybe he was. Scott felt like a child being scolded by his mother because he couldn't decide what type of candy he wanted. And maybe Scott was. He was constantly at a crossroads about his life; if he should try to have a semi-normal life with the girl of his dreams or if he should accept what he was and join Derek's pack. Scott was a metaphorical seesaw, tilting this way one moment and that way the next, but never quite finding the balance. But, God, in this moment—this moment full of ecstasy—Scott thought he could chose a side, just for this moment. Derek ran his thumb teasingly along Scott's slit and presses harder on Scott's prostate, "Can you tell me?"

"You!" Scott gasped out, panting with a spreading want. A lingering need. "I want you."

Derek smirked and nipped Scott's earlobe. "And what is it that you need, Scott?" Another twist of his hand.

"F-for you to fuck me," Scott whimpered; his release just out of his reaches.

"Good boy," Derek purred in Scott's ear. Derek pulled away from Scott, eliciting a frustrated whine from the younger wolf when Derek pulled out his fingers.

"Shh, Scott. Just relax." Derek soothed, wiping away the few tears of frustration that managed to spill from Scott's big brown eyes. Derek took off his shirt and tossed it over his shoulder. Scott groaned as he watched Derek's muscles contract as Derek subconsciously flexed while taking off his shirt. Scott caressed Derek's skin and kissed Derek's shoulder, trailing his hand slowly down Derek's fine-sculpted body until he reached Derek's belt buckle. Scott hastily undid it, pulling the belt out of its confining pants' loops. Scott undid the jeans' buttons, roughly pulling down the zipper. Derek groaned when Scott slid his hand into Derek's boxers, wrapping a hand around his erection.

"Don't stop now, Derek. Please, I want to feel all of you." Scott pleaded, sucking on Derek's neck.

Derek shuddered in pleasure. "Stop," he commanded, his eyes flashing red before going back to the beautiful hazel.

Scott whimpered in objection but removed his hand from Derek's pants. Derek kissed him softly, silently reassuring Scott that the good stuff was yet to come. Derek took a bottle of lube from his back pocket, popping the cap open. Scott swiped the bottle out of Derek's hands, smirking at Derek's shocked expression.

"I want to do it," Scott admitted sheepishly, cheeks becoming flushed.

Derek smiled, "Okay."

Scott nibbled on Derek's earlobe as he pushed down Derek's jeans. Scott squeezed a good amount of lube into his palm and wrapped the hand around Derek's cock, coating the length with the substance. Derek gritted his teeth to control the urge to buck into Scott's fist, his wolf struggling against its cage. When Scott thought Derek was coated enough, he removed his hand.

"God! I'm ready, Derek!" Scott panted impatiently.

"Wrap your arms around my neck," Derek instructed, red spilling into his eye color.

Scott obliged and tightly wrapped his arms around Derek's neck. Derek hooked his elbows under Scott's knees, lifting him off the ground.

"This'll hurt," Derek warned.

"Please," Scott whimpered, his voice hoarse with lust. He didn't care if it hurts for ten seconds or ten millenniums; Scott only cared about being filled by Derek. He needed this.

Derek positioned himself against Scott's entrance, hesitating for a second before slowly sliding into Scott. Derek groaned as he felt the immense heat engulf him. Scott gasped in pain as Derek pushed into him, inch after inch. When Derek was fully sheathed into him, he paused so Scott could adjust to Derek being buried so deep inside him. Scott took deep breaths as he got more comfortable, trying not to focus on the pain.

"You have to relax," Derek half-growled from the combination of pleasure and pain he was experiencing from Scott's periodically clenching his ass. Soon, the pain subsided and the wonderful feeling of being completely full washed over Scott. After a few agonizingly slow moments, Scott nodded for Derek to move.

"Are you sure?" Derek asked, not wanting to hurt the teen.

"Yeah," Scott assured Derek. "You can move now."

Derek smiled and slowly pulled out until only his head was inside Scott, and then slamming back into Scott, hitting his prostate dead on.

Scott arched his back and cried out, "Fuckkk!"

Derek did it again. "God, Derek! Faster!" Derek eagerly complied, speeding up his movements, plowing into Scott, hitting his spot over and over again.

"Shit!" Scott groaned. "Don't stop! Please!"

Scott tightened his grip around Derek's neck and he began meeting Derek's hard thrusts. Derek bent down, attacking Scott's neck with sharp nips and open-mouthed kisses. Scott's mind turned fuzzy as Derek continued his rhythm of harsh penetrations into Scott, abusing his prostate in the most satisfactory way.

"Derek! Ah! Der-!" Scott gasped out, his release so close. Derek brutally slammed into Scott, engaging the younger wolf in a passionate kiss. Scott could feel his orgasm creep onto him.

"Please," Scott begged, still painfully hard. "Do something!" Derek grabbed Scott's leaking erection, stroking it in time with his relentless thrusts. Scott didn't know if he should buck into Derek's hand or push down against Derek's dick. "Close, Derek." He moaned breathlessly. "More. I'm close. Shit, so close—"


Scott woke up with a start, breathing heavily. He looked around to see he was in his room, though he didn't remember going to sleep. He sighed before laying back down. Scott could feel his clothes sticking to his body from sweat and an uncomfortable feeling washes over his nether regions. Scott looked down to see a bulge in his pajama pants. God, he had a boner, standing proudly.

"Fucking great, " Scott sighed to himself. "I guess I'm taking a shower."

He headed to his bathroom, discarding his clothes as he moved. He turned on the shower head and set the water to a colder than usual temperature before climbing in. Scott initially shivered from the coolness of the water, before relaxing and getting used to it. As Scott washed his body, he found himself wondering what set him off in the first place, unable to recall.

What was I dreaming about?

A/N: And that's all for now. Now, the chapter after this one will probably get more in depth with my concept so we'll see.