A/N: I was supposed to post this on Wednesday, sorry. I am a busy person. This thing is freakishly long so I had to break it into two chapters, no one needs to be staring at their computers screens for this long. But this is it, the mating chapter, I know people are excited about this, the so-called "Shmex." Everyone's waiting for sex, dirty minded reviewers. I got the most entertaining reviews, I was laughing while I read them. Wow, I love you guys. I hope I didn't disappoint. But I didn't mean for it to be bam sex, so that's why this is here.
Scott groaned into his sheets, using his pillow as a shield for his overly sensitive ears, he tried really hard not to be annoyed with the feeling of his sweat drenched sheets sticking to him, and Scott searched blindly for the sound blaring in his ear. His hand, dropping his cup of water from last night, a string of colorful words rolled of his tongue, and then he snarled "Fuck this." Scott picked up the alarm clock and threw it against the wall; he yanked the sheets over his head. His head popped up when the sound still continued, "What the hell?" He willed himself to pinpoint the sound and it took him too long to get the sound was coming from across the street, a neighbors alarm clock.
His door was flung open, "What was that?" His mother glanced over at the alarm clock in pieces beside the wall, "You …threw it."
"It was an accident." But Scott was having a hard time controlling his emotions, "I'm sorry." It sounds nowhere near sincere.
"What's wrong with you?" Her tone is pleading and Scott promises he'll make it up to her but right now in this moment, he needs to not hear her voice.
Scott climbs out of bed and trudges toward the bathroom, whispering before he closes it, "It's nothing, I'm just…" He rummages for a word, "stressed. That's it. I'll get better." He needs a cold shower.
#
"Hey, McCall."
Scott inwardly curses, "Jackson, can we do this another time?" and he tries sidestepping around Jackson.
Jackson pulls him back, well if Derek kills him, Scott can't say he'll be upset, "You know what, I saw you. Getting your juice or whatever it is from Derek. Tell me what it is and I won't report you to the coach."
It's an empty threat, one that makes Scott laugh, "You're pathetic, I feel bad for you, Jackson. Don't you have anything better to do than pat me down for a few nonexistent drugs?"
Jackson hisses, "Fuck you, McCall and I know you're hiding something, you and Derek. What else would you be doing in his car?"
Scott's tired of this, and it's annoying him, "You want to know, you really want to know Jackson." The fear that is wafting off of Jackson is kind of mouthwatering. Scott takes threatening steps toward Jackson, smiling viciously at the look on Jackson's face, "We're fucking, no drugs, just screwing each other." Jackson's jaw dropping is a Kodak moment and Scott laughs in his face, "Yea. You know," Scott burs on amused, "he's not particularly happy with me being anywhere near you, he called you 'A pompous ass.'" And for a second, Scott thinks he understands why there are bullies. Though Jackson isn't all that a bully because Jackson wants something, to gratify others, to not feel weak and Scott can associate with that.
But Scott's aware of the fact that he's not himself, he feels like the complete opposite. He knows he sounds like a genuine jackass and it feels strangely good. He'll regret it, he knows he will, each time he sees Jackson and can't meet his eyes, he'll regret it however for now he's basking in Jackson's unease. And maybe Derek won't kill Jackson, Scott is after all wearing Derek's shirt.
#
Scott's face is buried in Derek's pillow, snoring lightly. When he came over after school Derek wasn't home so Scott dropped onto his bed face first and slept.
Disoriented, Scott squashed his face into the pillow as someone lapped wetly at the side of his neck and arched back into the sensation, moaning groggily, "This is a nice wake up call." It was good considering he needs something to distract him from the broiling temperature spread across his body.
"You were moaning in your sleep," Derek gruffly states before letting his tongue roam over Scott's neck and latches onto a spot, bringing to life a dark red splotch that flaunts so vividly, bound to get attention from others. Derek exhaled fiercely against it, dragging a tremble from Scott.
"Hmm. So you decided to do something about it, didn't know you were a Good Samaritan."
Derek nips, pulls back and thumbs at the bruise, "Keep it up, I'll bite you," Derek warns.
Scott mewls into the pillow followed by a begging purr and a frantic thrust into the bed.
Derek thumb halts, voice deep and curiously hopeful he asks, "Do you want me to?"
Scott nods impatiently and drawls out a "Please."
"I like it when you beg." Derek smirks, knowing that Scott's blush is up-and-coming. He starts nosing around the neckline of the shirt Scott's wearing, his shirt and splays the solid pressure of his hand on Scott's back once he starts squirming tetchily.
"Why don't you just – hurry up?" Scott questions, shallowly breathing against the sheets.
"Because it's inciting to see you writhe like that, seeing you be all submissive."
And Scott stops, looks over his shoulder, and oh wow, Derek looks extremely pleased with himself. "Glad you're enjoying yourself," He retorts sourly.
Derek tugs the shirt aside for access to Scott's shoulder; he laves at where neck meets shoulder and for a second, Scott feels the enticing trace of Derek's canines, and he can't help his startled gasp or the stutter of his heartbeat. But he still presses back against Derek's teeth and fist his hands in the sheets when Derek snaps his jaws into place, panting as Derek mouthed at the flow of blood.
He shudders under Derek, his cock twitched and spluttered come into the front of his jeans and yet Scott can feel the insistent hardness, "I'm still…" Scott whines and peers over at Derek who doesn't look surprised.
"Take them off."
Scott rolls onto his back and struggles with the button of his pant, his sharp nails not providing much clasp to get the button undone. Derek chuckled at his ineffectual efforts before batting the hands away. Derek does it quick and Scott stares at his face, wondering if he's dreaming, it feels like it a lot. Scott tilts his hips up when he feels his jeans being pulled on, and his boxers are glued to him, sticking to him in an uncomfortable way. And he pulls at them and kisses Derek, his lips firmly capturing Derek's'.
He should be mortified, half-naked against Derek's fully clothed body but he can't bring himself to be. Even the fact that he's rutting against Derek's leg doesn't bother him. He's kind of chafing, but he doesn't care. Derek's tongue licks its way into his mouth and it's like Derek's trying to taste all that he is. Derek bites down on Scott's lower lip, pulls away and rests his hands on Scott's eager hips. Derek takes in Scott's flushed cheeks, hooded eyes, and bruised parted lips. "You are quite a sight to take in." Derek admires, "So ready and willing, just for me." He wraps a hand around Scott's cock.
Scott thrust upwards, "Only for you. Especially if you keep your hand there." And Scott remembers what Jackson had muttered under his breath earlier today, Scott had almost lost control and ripped Jackson's throat out, but even now as Scott's moaning for Derek he thinks it's more vulgar than true. Derek's bitch. Surely, it's not true, Derek hasn't told him he loves him but he knows that's not what he is to Derek.
Derek strokes him, the smooth glide of his hand making a squelchy noise. Scott's back curves as he lurches into the hand, his tongue tripping over words as he rambled on about how good it feels, "Mmm, feels good, better than I don't kno-." He's mind is a little too muddled to really compare it to anything. Derek's hand tightened around the base and he draws closer, and licks hard against his cock, tonguing the head. And Scott warns him with a frenzied sound, howling once he comes.
Derek rubs soothingly as Scott jolts through his second orgasm. The older Betas hand curls around his thigh, rubbing firmly at his inner thigh and then latches on. He sinks his teeth in faintly, enough to draw a pinch of blood. Derek exhales against his inner thigh and Scott groans.
He chuffs hot air against Scott's hipbone, "I can't come over tonight."
Scott's too dazed, "Yea?" Not really taking in Derek's words.
"You're smell is too strong, if I do come over, I'll just…" Derek came up and teethed at his ear, "You're like a beacon, radiating sex." He trails back down and muzzles under Scott's shirt, trekking it up with his nose and slid his tongue into the navel, swirling playfully. And then another nibble of teeth.
"I said you could bite me once not turn me into your chew toy," Scott gasps out, and slides his hand into Derek's hair, tugging gently, "Come here, what about you?"
"Tomorrow," Derek's eyes glimmer dangerously as if it's a promise. "When I have you moaning under me, whining and begging." Scott could whine and beg now again if he thought it would make a difference. Derek settles beside Scott and kisses him again, hot and thorough.
Scott doesn't quite catch Derek's last, he thinks it might have been, "…mine to claim." It sounds redundant to Scott's ears. And Scott wonders if he's ready for tomorrow night. As if Derek read his mind, Derek asked, "You want it, right?"
Scott lets out an unruffled, "Yes."
"Good. Cause you are going to take it."
Scott keens, and bares his throat for more snippets from Derek. Scott's dazedly thinks that he might just be okay with being Derek's bitch.
#
"Stiles, why are we here?" Scott stared at the gaudy, neon lights flashing at him, with an obscene image of a woman straddling a pole.
Stiles takes a swig from the bottle of jack before answering, "Oh come on, it's obvious, it's your last night as a free man and so we're going to have fun so you can enjoy your last night of freedom."
"Like a bachelor party? I don't want one. I'm not getting married, Stiles."
Stiles sucks his teeth, "It's the same thing."
"It is not," Scott said slightly annoyed. "It's not my last night of freedom. And Derek won't like me smelling of se - well a strip club."
"You're whipped."
"You're drunk." Scott stated pointedly.
"A little, why aren't you? Aren't you nervous? Tomorrow's the big day." Stiles said, thumping Scott on the back.
"I thought about it but I want to be sober for it. And anyways I can't really get drunk anymore, I mean I get buzzed for like a few minutes and then nothing."
"Well that sucks," Stiles slurred out.
"Yea." He's not interested in the strip club, this was dumb. Scott gazes at the dark sky for a few seconds, "How were you going to get in?"
"Huh? Oh yea, I didn't think of that, I guess I'm a little more drunk than I thought."
"Come on buddy," Scott wraps an arm over Scott's shoulder and takes the bottle from him, drinking more than his share, and shook his head when Stiles leaned in, "You are a great friend Stiles for wanting to get shitfaced with me."
Stiles burped, " 'S the least I could do I mean you look," Stiles puffed and giggled, "Leopard. You look like a leopard."
And Scott was very tempted to just drop him, "Asshole." Stiles muttered something offensive or so he thought under his breath and Scott dropped him, a complete accident.
"S'rry, you are not Derek's bitch. I apologize, now help me up." He knew he shouldn't have told Stiles that.
Scott rolled his eyes, helped Stiles up, and glanced at the now empty bottle, "We need more Jack."
"His buddy Jim is in my jeep." Stiles mumbles out hazily, hugging firmly to Scott's side, his hand clutched at Scott's shirt.
Scott figures he'll get rid of Stiles scent on him later.
#
His head hurts, it's throbbing painfully, and it doesn't make any sense how can he have a hangover without being drunk. Okay, technically, he got drunk eight times last night, he remembered slurring and then being able to think clearly, so he got drunk again. Right now, Scott was trying not to give into going over to Derek's. Derek had warned, telling him going into heat is unpredictable. It could last the whole day or it could come and go, and currently it was driving Scott mad. It felt like a fever now and he whimpered, Scott turns onto his back, and slides his hand into his pants, exhaling noisily when he meets hot, hard flesh down there. His body feels tense like it knows the certainty of the mating is today. He thumbs at the head actively, and lets his mind trail off to Derek, his soon to be mate. Scott licked his lips and squeezed heavily. He's excited and scared about tonight, it brings so many mixed feelings. Scott continues to jerk himself off, slackening now. His encounter with Derek coming slowly but ineludibly to his mind, Scott spreads more comfortably and clenches the base with one hand and skims over the head with the other. He needs this right now, to have a release unbidden, to just slow and lazily jerk off, it'll bring him relaxation. Scott strokes lightly and reduces pressure. But his body doesn't want it slow, it doesn't seem to care what Scott needs. It wants rough so he gave it what it wanted. He thought of Derek biting him, and sucking. And he rubbed faster and harder. Moaning, and jerking his hips up, Scott spilt into his hands. It's a great visual, the image of Derek biting in all his dark, glowing blue eyed glory. Scott lounges there enjoying the way his heart had escalated. Scott closes his eyes and basks in the glow.
It wasn't enough and it wouldn't be until tonight. His body was unsurprisingly hot. Sighing loudly to his self, Scott cleaned up, and thought about what he was going to do today. His muscles were to some degree relaxed but there was an underlying buzz of excitement inclined to bring itself forth. He was staying home today, waiting for the inevitable 'mating' to ensue. Sitting in an empty house all day didn't sound like a fun time but what was he supposed to do? There wasn't much of a choice; he had to stay away from others.
He was going to shower and after his night of getting plastered, he was in need of one. Smelling like booze was making his nose wrinkle, and Stiles lingering scent was not good. He stared at the mirror in the bathroom, mentally counting the dark bruises brandishing proudly from his skin, they hadn't healed and Scott can't say he's shocked; he had a feeling they wouldn't. He still smells like Derek, Derek's smell somehow soaked into his skin yesterday and there is no washing it out. As Scott stood under the assault of cold sprays of water cascading over his head and shushing out all noise, he imagined what he should expect; it's a heart-clenching moment not being able to predict today's events. And his body tenses once again all hot, it's like it's on edge, all giddy and jumpy. Maybe Derek will just screw him and it'll be over, Scott thinks hopefully. But his instincts are telling him otherwise.
#
Scott leaned into the couch, his fingers gliding knowingly over the buttons of the XBOX 360 remote controller, he's been playing for an hour or so and he's bored. He wants to do something, play or perhaps run, he's anxious and all this excess energy makes him want to tic. He throws the remote over on the couch and walks over to the fridge, making himself something to eat for the sixth time and it's not even past 2:00 yet.
He sits on the stool next to the counter, absently fingering at a mark under the shirt he's wearing, Derek's gray t-shirt. It's like his stomach is a bottomless pit and he can't feel it or fill it, it no doubt has something to do with today being a full moon, Scott thinks or maybe it's Derek. He wonders if he could possibly feel Derek's hunger from here.
Derek. Scott really wants to hear Derek's voice, he reaches into his pocket and dials the number that's been burned into his memory. Scott swallows the down the cup of juice as he waits for Derek to answer. "Uh, hello? Derek?" Derek had answered but Scott can hear noise in the background.
Scott hears breathing and sniffing and Derek finally bays out, "Scott." It hardly sounds like Derek.
"Yea, I wanted to hear you, a-are you okay?"
"I ca- bye."
"Wait, Der-." His protest died on his tongue. Hearing Derek's uncontrolled voice didn't make him feel any better instead it made his heart race and clench uncomfortably. The adrenaline rush he was trying not to feel is making him dizzy, his nails lengthened for a sec and then returned to short, blunt nails. He ran his tongue over his teeth, they felt normal. Scott makes his way back to the couch and decides he needs doze off.
Scott wakes up with a judder, his hand flying to his untouched throat; he had a nightmare, one he preferred not to think about. But it left him feeling queasy. He's scared. It's an awful realization. Scott closes his eyes and attempts to calm down. His skin tingles with a hot indifference to his dream. Hands in his hair, scrubbing over his face desperately, Scott thinks about the repercussions of his dream. It would never happen, Scott tells himself, Derek would never... But his belly sloshed with its earlier contents and he ended up running to the bathroom to vomit, gasping against the seat and curving his back up as more vile, acidic spew came forth. And he can feel it; he's stupidly hard and wanting between his legs. He needs a drink, he knows his mom has some scotch around here somewhere though he doesn't want to be drunk for this or even his body's method of drunk. Derek's going to be here soon, and Scott wants to be clear-headed at least he think so. He exhales and thinks a shower is the next best remedy.
After his shower and a thorough brush of his teeth, he sat down at the table and wrote his mother a note, an apology of why she wouldn't see him for the next few days, he'll call, he will but she'll still be angry with him. He can't stop that, she'll be so worried and he hates himself in advance for her trepidation. He kept scrawling his apology on the thin paper then signed it with an 'I love you. Sorry, Scott.'
It was dark outside and his body started to burn with the familiar ache of the change, Scott peered out the window, moon's not full yet. Letting his nails drum against the table, Scott imagined the knock before he heard it.
#
Scott sat in Derek's car, shifting nervously, knowing his heart was pounding with excitement and unease. He broke the unsettling silence, "What happened when I called you earlier?" His fingers tapped against the window and his heart fluttered around like a caged bird. The smell in the car is alluring, heated, nervy, and just delicious and Scott knows it's him, god this is what he smell like. It's mingling with Derek's rich and musky smell. He's trying to not think how Derek almost jumped him when he opened the door, Derek had licked his face and neck and demanded to see his handiwork before leaving. He even bit Scott's neck once more before getting in the car.
"I was busy, making sure things were proper." Derek looks like he's concentrating hard on driving. It must be hard; the car is filled with too many addicting smells.
That's not what Scott was talking about but he nods, "C-cool. Hey, I'm uh nervous."
"I can tell. You need to relax." Derek's hands flexed for second over the wheel and then tautened, "You said you were sure, you have to be sure because if I have to, I will by force, Scott."
Scott's faced paled, and his hand stilled against the window, "Oh," He mutters dumbly.
Derek continues as if he hadn't noticed Scott's reaction, "You have to understand, your well-being" Derek is cautious with his next words, "is important to me, Scott. I would never hurt you willingly, not if I could help it. But if I do …I swear to you I will make it up to you."
And Scott understands, Derek is fighting with his wolf half, struggling to protect Scott from it, and Scott smiles feebly, "I don't think you're going to hurt me." Despite his nightmare and Derek's comment, Scott still has utter trust and some blind allegiance in his alpha.
"You're astounding." Derek says it quietly and glances quickly at Scott, giving him a small smile.
And Derek's tone seems too affectionate for those choice words, thoughtful and affectionate. Scott lets that settle for a while, mulling over how Derek doesn't question wanting this. Scott really can't believe this happening because he is kind of dorky and nerdy but Derek wants him, wants to mate with him. It's surreal and a really big ego boost. He can be all goofy and stupid sometimes but Derek still wants him. Derek's hand comes to settle possessively on Scott's thigh, an invited mass. A goofy grin takes over Scott's entire face and he hides it as he presses his face into the cool feeling of the car window.
Scott stares at the moon, it was taunting him, knowing it would soon control him with or without his consent. They reach Derek's house quickly and Scott wonders if time refused to slow for him. Derek parks the car in front of the Hale house, steps out, and watches Scott with hungry eyes. He urges Scott forward, his hand on the small of Scott's back, leading him away from the house, to the dark, dense woods. They've been walking for a while and Scott knows they reached wherever Derek's taking them because he can smell it. The abiding scent of Derek is everywhere taking over everything like Derek owns this particular spot in the woods. And that's what Derek had been doing when he wasn't with Scott; he was marking his territory, needing a safe, secluded place to mate.
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