I feel like I'm dragging this out but I mean some parts are necessary so obviously not 3 parts, might actually be six probably. But come on that's not bad news, just means more to read. I do feel terrible that I didn't update until after a week, so I made this kind of long. I know a few people are like what the hell especially since I said I would update on Thursday so I'm sorry.

Scott is exhausted, he doesn't want to explain right now. He just wants to curl into a ball and sleep for a week.

"Scott, talk to me." Derek's pleading.

Scott mumbles, "I want to sleep." But he doesn't want Derek to leave, "Stay." When Derek's here, that's when Scott feels securest so maybe he'll actually be able to get some decent sleep. "Sleep with me." He extends a hand to Derek, gesturing him to come over.

Its Scott eyes that convinces Derek, the bags he sees under them and he regrets ever leaving the teen. Derek takes the outstretched hand and lets himself be pulled in, "Fine, I'll let you sleep. As soon as you're up, we are going to talk."

Scott agrees, they should talk however not at the moment and conceals his face in Derek's neck, letting the overriding aroma of Derek soothe him back to sleep.

Derek's POV

Derek examines Scott, he managed to dislodge slightly away from Scott, readjusting him to take in his facial features. The teen looks so much more at ease sleeping. The tired look now gone, his face slack, so relaxed. And Derek couldn't give into the impulse to wake him. He can't grasp how this got so out of hand, now he's planning on mating with a 16 yr. old boy.

And the sick emotion churning inside him is indisputably doubt, his own doubt for all of this. He shouldn't have let this all happen and he has no excuse, no viable excuse anyways. He never wanted to admit that he actually cares for Scott, never wanted to sway from his target but he did. The vengeance that weighed heavy on his shoulders started lightening, barely though, oddly enough his anger heightened. He was only supposed to help Scott, and then Scott would help him get what he wanted but …

Derek shook his head, needing to free himself of his thoughts. Maybe he needed some sleep too, he wasn't going to get any though, not with Scott's words incised in his mind.

His first kill? He hadn't expected Scott to hunt. What possible reason could Scott need to hunt for? He had a mother who fed him, and he didn't need to provide for anyone.

Sighing, Derek glanced at Scott.

They were right. This could go bad, Scott hunting confirms it. Derek wishes this was easy but nothing ever is. He didn't get want he wanted from the trip. All they did was prove his suspicions.

As Scott awakened, he sighed at the warm heat flowing from Derek. His cheek was pressed into Derek's shirt, and he turned a little to press his nose instead. Considering how he felt so relaxed, Scott chalked that up to Derek or perhaps he feels better because Derek's here. Whatever, he feels amazing, there's a sort of peace he hasn't felt in days and Scott intends for it to last. Stretching against the older man, Scott peers over at the clock, 6:05 a.m. School, he actually feels up to go, he rolls to get out of bed, only to have a strong hand over his shoulder pull him back, "Whoa, uh hi."

"What are you doing?" Derek's giving Scott the most annoyed look ever.

"Um, I have school." The annoyed look turns into a glare, "What?"

Derek's eyes narrow, "You're avoiding, we are going to talk about it."

Scott wonders if they have to, he feels like he can truly forget now. Those blank accusing eyes weren't in his dreams last night, okay he didn't dream but still it's the first night since it happened that he hasn't seen those eyes. That has to account for something. He felt great waking up and now dread is swarming around him, and for some strange reason he feels extremely thirsty like he could drink an entire gallon of water. "I'm thirsty."

Derek tilts his head then nods slowly. Scott watches intently as Derek rises and goes out the door. He hates how he knows not to leave the room. The dread is gone and he feels strangely kind of annoyed now. It takes Scott all too long to realize that's not his emotion, but just like that he doesn't feel it anymore. That was …weird, he's already making to leave the room to interrogate, merely to be pushed sturdily back with a hand on his chest.

"Brought you some water. Your mother left a note, early shift. Here, go sit down and drink this."

Scott took the glass of water and sat down on the edge of his bed, muttering "Thanks." He drank down the water remarkably fast. It was incredibly uncomfortable in the room, so tense. Derek was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed with an unyielding keen stare pointed at him, and it made Scott jittery, "Where- you came back early."

"I did."

This was so unnerving, and Scott wanted it stop, "I have school." He uttered, standing.

"Sit down, start talking, now."

But Scott didn't want to, at least not right now, he finally didn't want to crawl in a hole. Talking about it would just bring back all the feelings he had tried so hard to overlook, the anger, frustration, guilt, sorrow, hunger and emptiness now that they were finally gone, he simply wanted to leave it alone. But Derek won't allow that, he knew that. Besides Scott was much more curious as to where Derek went, "Fine but only if you tell me where you went."

"This is not a negotiation."

Scott wants that sense of all is right in the world to settle. He hasn't felt happy since Derek left, and Derek's tense as always but Scott wants to stay in this mood for as long as he can. "Okay, I killed a deer and I freaked but I'm okay now. So I'm just going to get ready." Scott stands once again.

"Sit down."

Okay, that sounded angry. As he sits, Scott's body cramps meekly on its own and then he started shifting uncomfortably. "I feel like I'm in a box."

Derek clamps his hands over Scott's shoulders and massages, "You're submitting. I got angry and you reacted to that. Remember we talked about this."

"Yea but shit I couldn't control-"

"Instinct."

"But-"

"Scott."

Scott hates that, the way Derek can say his name like that and he feels inclined to shut up.

"It doesn't bother you that you were dejected for the past few days and suddenly you're fine. Stiles called me and told me that something was wrong with you, said you were like a zombie."

"You know Stiles, he likes to exaggerate."

"Right, the reason you ignored all my calls were?"

"Okay, yeah it scared me, alright. But not because I killed it, I mean that played a part too but, I- I liked it a lot, killing that deer. It was f-fun and I was… hungry like really hungry but I couldn't fill this void I had and I guess it was because of you, you weren't there. I remember wishing I didn't miss you so much, I remember gorging myself endlessly like I couldn't stop and at one point I actually wished you were there just to show you my first kill, I don't know I guess I thought you would be proud." Scott can feel the pricking sensation behind his eyes and he moves to wipe at it with his knuckles, "Um, I know why I'm suddenly okay, I mean we both know why. You here equals no void. Can I get ready for school now?" Scott doesn't attempt to stand this time, but it makes him anxious and slightly intimidated, the way Derek is looming over him, his expression so unreadable. Scott distantly thinks Derek would be amazing at poker. A yelp escapes past his lips when he is unexpectedly pulled into Derek, it's similar to what a hug is but Derek's arms don't exactly wrap around him. There's just one arm around him, loosely draped across his shoulders and the other arm is hardly touching Scott yet Derek's hand is on his hip, a firm pressure, a welcomed weight. Scott decides, this is far better than a hug.

"You're not going to school today. I'm going to tell you where I went besides that, we need time together but first call your mother and tell her you're not feeling well. "

Time together, God Scott yearns for that and Derek is going to tell him where he went. But Scott doesn't voice any of that instead he says, "Really, you want me to call my mom?" He's played hooky before but he gets it. "You don't want me to get in trouble."

Scott doesn't have to see it, he knows Derek is rolling his eyes when he replies, "Wipe that grin off your face and call her."

But neither moves, Scott really likes this but his cheeks are burning because as much as he likes it, it still is really embarrassing. And his mind is drifting toward things like how his pajama bottoms feel uncomfortable right now, and how this weird 'hug' thing is really intimate even though it's not a hug, not to mention Derek's breathing is tickling his ear in a manner that shouldn't be so arousing but it is.

Derek pulls back, eyebrow rising and asks, "Really?"

Being a hormonal teenager will probably never not be awkward and mortifying, but one of these days Scott's going to be able to keep his blush from taking over his face, unfortunately that's not going to happen anytime soon, Scott thinks.

Scott doesn't see why they had to leave his house, it's much safer and honestly, he can't stop thinking about how this decaying house on the verge of collapsing is eerie even during the day. He knows though, that to Derek this is home. And he tries not to dwell on the twinge of heartache he feels for Derek, heaving a sigh Scott strolls up the stairs and for the hundred time imagines what the house must have looked like before the fire, tries to imagine the color of the walls. Derek's outside, he got a phone call as soon they got out of the Camaro and Scott figured he might as well go in and make an effort at getting comfortable. As he reaches Derek's bedroom, at least he figures its Derek's bedroom although Derek might just stay in here because it's the only lasting room, Scott wonders who Derek is talking to. He lies on the bed, face burying in it, Derek doesn't seem to have any allies but then again he knows close to nothing about Derek and somehow that doesn't bother him.

Startlingly, anger is surging through him, Scott wants to tear something apart, and his claws sink into the mattress. Sitting up, he lets out enraged snarls, fangs distended over his lips. When Derek appears in the doorway, it doesn't get better. Growling now, Scott takes a stance, ready to pounce.

"Scott, it's okay. Calm down." Derek sends waves of peace over Scott, forcing down the anger that started this, and Scott looks extremely confused but his glare doesn't falter, his anger lowers faintly. Derek takes a step toward him, and Scott snaps his jaws warningly. Derek bares his own fangs, "Back down."

But Scott doesn't. He charges instead, sinking his claws in Derek's shoulders, sharp teeth snapping at Derek's throat, barely missing.

Derek has his hand around Scott's throat, turning him and shoves him into the wall. He twists Scott's arms expertly, growls and knocks Scott off balance, picking him up and chucking him near the bed. Scott whimpers, giving in. However Derek doesn't concede, he mounts Scott, snarls and sinks his teeth into skin at the base of Scott's neck, jaw locking in place. Scott howls, going slack against Derek. He whines, displaying his submission. Five minutes later, Derek rolls off of Scott.

Scott rolls onto his back, "You bit me." Scott's eyes are wide with disbelief and he touches the wound.

Derek purrs, "Yes and you rolled over so well."

Scott flushes, averting his eyes. He understands what happened, he realizes that it wasn't his anger, he tuned into Derek's anger and he couldn't let go. "Why were you so mad?"

"Why don't you ask me the more important question?"

The only other question Scott has is, "Why couldn't I stop?"

"You let my anger overwhelm you. Then when I tried to calm you, you couldn't follow, you got confused and saw me as an enemy. If we were mated, this wouldn't have happened. I thought you understood your place, but you don't, not yet. I had to get you to submit. Let that be a lesson."

His neck hurts, "Ow, but why were you so mad?"

"Lie down. On your stomach."

Scott does as he's told, grabbing the pillow and resting his head on it. He practically jumps when he feels the wet, slick pressure against the puncture wounds, Derek's tongue laving at the wound. "Why were so mad?" Scott croaks, he wants to talk, they should but he's in a jam because he also wants the unavoidably heat flooding below to get attention. Problem solved when Derek stops with the licks to speak.

"I went to Italy to visit some contacts I have, family connections, we discussed a few interesting concepts."

"You went to Italy?" He moves to rise but Derek presses him back into the bed. "What part, wait what concepts?"

"Doesn't matter what part and I needed to hear some things about the mating habits."

Now Scott's confused, "Why?"

"I needed to know if I could do this, if I could do it without hurting you." And then more licking, Scott's aware of Derek trying to distract him, "They say I'm making a big mistake, mating with a bitten 16 yr. old boy." Derek scoffs, "Maybe I am."

Scott bites his lip, he won't be able to deal with this if Derek thinks this is all a mistake, Scott doesn't realize he's biting too hard until he taste the metallic taste of his own blood on his tongue. He's flipped onto his back quick and his eyes meet Derek, "But this doesn't feel like one."

"Yea?"

"Yea." Derek licks at the blood on Scott's lip, sucks it clean.

Scott's own tongue darts out to lick at his lip, he swallows, "You said you needed to know if you could do this without hurting me. What'd they say?"

"This whole thing is unpredictable. There's going to be blood no matter how careful I am, I can't guarantee control."

"Good cause neither can I."

"Scott, the way you reacted to my emotions, this could get-"

"Intense, I know but I can take it. So on the phone?"

Derek resumes with lapping at Scott's lip, "They said something I didn't like."

Scott wonders what it was exactly but he doesn't like this conversation and he is eager to let it go. "Hey, does that bite count for-"

"No, that was more of a nip." Derek hums against Scott's neck, waiting for Scott's reaction.

"A nip? But it hurt a lot. Shit, I hate you right now. "

"Then you're going to hate me more on the full moon."

Scott moans, "Maybe." He plans on looking up more information on mating, he doesn't like Derek's surprises. They are kind of …well surprising.

A/N: So I thought I would put a little M-rated material but I'll put it in the next chapter. I'm not promising anything but I'm pretty sure there will be only six chapters, I'm pretty excited about the next one because I wrote a bit of that and my friend loved it. So it's not going to be all serious and broody, I'm going to put things that make you want to laugh. So please review and I will hopefully get the next chapter up on Sunday, so soon yes but don't hold that against me. I think It'll be done by then but again, I'm not making any promises.