Disclaimer: I do not nor will I probably ever own Teen Wolf. But I do own this, so that makes me a little happy.

Warnings: Fingering and sniffing at intimate places, Lol. You were warned but that's towards the end.

"So you guys are still going to go through with it?"

Nodding, Scott takes a bite of his chicken patty and chews thoughtfully. He's extremely relaxed and that could possibly have something to do with spending all of yesterday with Derek but there's no point in acknowledging that. Scott makes a face when a twinge on his nose pulls him from his thoughts.

Stiles has a piece of bread in his hand and he takes a big bite out of it, speaking around the mouthful as he says "Dude, pay attention. I'm talking to you and you're over there daydreaming about Derek." There is so much noise in the school's cafeteria, and if Scott wasn't a werewolf he would have blamed it on that, regrettably he can't.

Stiles appears irritated but Scott can't bring himself to focus on that, he's wondering if Stiles just did what he thinks he did, "Did you just flick me on the nose?"

Stiles takes a quick look at Scott's shirt before responding, "Yea, like I said you weren't paying attention." Maybe it wouldn't bother Scott so much if Stiles hadn't said it so matter-of-fact. He ends up scrunching his nose and wriggling it around.

Stiles is grinning from ear to ear, "Oh, come on that did not hurt." It didn't but it's still …odd and it's definitely not funny.

"Ok, you have my undivided attention, just don't flick my nose."

"Or what you'll bite me?" Scott actually thinks he just might. "Okay whatever. I was simply questioning if you're sure about the whole pledge my life to Derek thing."

Frowning, Scott leans forward, attentive to what Stiles is saying. "I want this and so does he." He doesn't need any doubt, just support. "And I'm not 'pledging my life', I'm…" It's baffling how he can't find a word for it, any word to describe it, and he has to tell himself that it will come to him later. So as an alternative, he opts for taking another bite of his chicken patty, this time roughly biting into it, his aggravation lying underneath the surface.

"Look, I'm not trying to talk you out of it. I'm just saying. What do you know about him, have you guys even been on a date?"

Scott takes a deep breath to calm himself, his nails plunging into the bun of his patty. Those are valid points and he hates that, he grits out through clenched teeth, "Doesn't matter." But even he has trouble believing his own words.

Stiles gapes, "Doesn't matter? Are you sure, I mean don't wolves mate for life or something? I think I read somewhere that they do, do you want to stay in a monogamous relationship at sixteen for the res-"

"If I promise to ask Derek, the thing about wolves mating for life, will you drop this?" It makes him uneasy, so incredible uneasy and Scott hopes Stiles will never blurt any of this in front of Derek, Derek's already wary of Stiles.

"Fine but I'm just looking out for you."

Scott smiles because he knows that, he'll always know that, no matter how many times Scott screws up their friendship. Stiles is like that, constantly looking out for him. Stiles is a great friend which was why he was the first one to know about Derek and him. "I know. Thanks. I trust Derek, you can trust Derek. He's not going to hurt me."

Stiles gives him a smile too, "Okey-dokey. So are you like the beta because I've been looking up wolf social hierarchy and Derek definitely shows signs of being an alpha. He's all dominant."

Despite the flow of conversation still being about Derek and him, the conversation is so much lighter and Scott loosens. He shrugs, reaching for a handful of fries on his tray, "I guess it's like that. I follow his lead. " Derek's not actually an alpha but Scott sees him as his alpha.

"Yea, what is up with that, does he say roll over and you have to?"

He's glugging down loads of water at the moment Stiles chooses to say that, and Scott ends up spraying it everywhere and coughing hysterically, giving Stiles a shocked look. But it's clear Stiles has no idea what he just said or maybe he doesn't understand what it means exactly but the way he used it shows that he obviously knows what it means. It's probably him, but the way Derek says it, it means so much more than just submitting.

Nonetheless, Stiles' face says what the hell, so Scott figures he should answer, "Sorry, um it's not so much as have to as much as want to, I kind of want to please in any way I can and if that means following a few orders then…" Scott shrugs suggestively. Bending to Derek's will is out of his control and maybe out of Derek's too, Derek exudes dominance and pride unconsciously.

Stiles looks at him suspiciously, but settles with saying "Okay." And then he gazes at Scott's shirt for like the thousandth time today, "Your shirt is way too big for you."

Probably because it's not his and they both know who it belongs to.

But Stiles doesn't question further, he only says "Hey just don't forget to ask Derek."

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"Hey, mom." He plants a kiss on her cheek as soon as he enters the kitchen simultaneously throwing his bag on the counter.

"Hey, you're chipper today." She smiling at him, but she has that look, the same one Stiles gave him, the look that holds so much suspicion.

"I don't know, I feel good." No one should be trying to follow his rollercoaster of emotions, they will get lost. It finally registers to him that if he can feel Derek's emotions then Derek can feel his. Well that sucks, because he's rarely calm but that has so much to do with Derek so it isn't completely his fault. He saunters near the refrigerator, he feels like he didn't eat anything but his mind drifts to the chicken patty and fries he ate earlier.

"Huh, well I'm glad you're okay …again. There's a sandwich in the fridge for you. I got to do groceries and catch up on laundry, I'm trying to hurry before I go to work. I'll be back soon, love you."

He nods, opening the refrigerator door and reaching for the sandwich. He takes it with him upstairs, tearing into it hungrily. Sighing inwardly because he knows Derek's not here which is possibly a good thing, he has loads of homework to do anyways.

Scott is currently at the desk attempting to solve a word problem, he has to put it into an algebraic equation, it's something he likes, math though he only likes it when it's just numbers. There's something about putting numbers together and knowing there is a guarantee of a solution. Unfortunately, he isn't so great at word problems, but he's not worried it's the last problem and the last assignment he has to do.

He sets back on the task of finishing the problem, let's see maybe the x goes here.

"The x goes on the other side."

Scott would have jumped but instead he makes a very manly sound, at least that's what he'll say it was. "You're trying to kill me," Scott grumbles under his breath and listens to his heart slow.

Derek seems to be amused and he replies nonchalantly, "What's the point in being what you are if you're not going to use your gifts?"

Scott groans, he was so absorbed in his homework that he didn't hear Derek or smell him. But really was that an excuse to nearly stop his heart.

Derek takes a seat on the edge of the desk and repeats himself, "The x goes on the other side."

Scott stares at the problem and that makes sense, but wait oh that is sheer creepiness. "How long were you standing there like some creepy stalker?"

Derek crossed his arms, "I think the question is why you didn't notice?"

It doesn't seem like a big deal, Derek's not a threat to him. "I was doing homework."

Derek arches an eyebrow, and declares "Still think homework is more important than your life, I'm going to have to change that."

Watching Derek sit on the bed, Scott pushes aside how that sounded like a threat, he finishes the math problem and stretches.

He may not have heard Derek but he does hear his mom coming up the stairs and approaching the door, he glimpses in the direction Derek went, only to see an empty bed.

Deeming it safe, he opens the door when she knocks, "Hey."

"Hey sweetie, I didn't get to the laundry but I will. So make sure your dirty clothes are in the hamper, and I'm going to assume that it's all of your clothes because that is not your shirt. Whose is that?"

He forgot he was still wearing it, he was going to say he spilt something on his shirt and had to go through the lost and found but it is simpler to just say "Derek's."

"Oh. Derek's the boyfriend?" He nods, it didn't occur to him that he never told her his name. And the way she's smiling makes it close to impossible from keeping the grin off his face. "So everything is good?" She's peering into his room like she's suddenly going to see Derek on the bed.

"Yes, mom."

"Ok. Well I got to get to work. Late shift, love you."

"Love you too." Shaking his head, and closing the door, Scott looks back over to his bed, there's Derek. Laughing he states, "I need to shower, don't leave."

Derek broadens on his bed like he owns it, "I wasn't planning on it."

After his shower, Scott palms at the bite Derek gave him, it healed but there's an ache. Knitting his brow Scott looks around and realizes he forgot to bring something to wear to the bathroom with him, it's silly how he's embarrassed to leave the bathroom in a towel but he still is. It's one thing to be sleeping with Derek but it's another to parade around naked. Seizing a deep breath, Scott exits the bathroom and hurries to his dresser, holding ever so tightly onto the towel, fully aware of the eyes on his back. He hears the springs of his bed squeak and Scott would laugh at how every sound becomes heightened when he doesn't want it to but he's too engrossed on Derek's footsteps. Scott shivers when fingers lightly touch the base of his neck, trailing in a tantalizing manner, drawing a breathless laugh from him.

"I can smell myself underneath all the soap." Then a pause, "You wore my shirt."

Derek makes it sound like Scott ended world hunger, Scott pants "Didn't want to be pushed into a wall again." That's a lie.

Derek ignores that, saying, "You have no idea what you smell like, do you?"

Scott shook his head, not trusting his voice.

"Like submission." And Scott gets the gist of it because if Derek smells like dominance then Scott must smell like submission but what exactly does that smell like? "You smell like it right now along with destitution, and obedience." Derek puffs out air beside his throat, "You smell like you're owned."

Owned? He's not even going to argue with that, because he's hard. Derek must smell it because he growls lightly in his ear, and nuzzles the side of his neck. Scott's heart paces when Derek's teeth drag across faintly "Relax, I'm not going to bite."

His treacherous heart is hammering in his chest. "Yea at least not today," Scott manages out.

Snorting, Derek steps away from Scott, "Exactly."

Scott has to steady himself, no longer having Derek's form to lean on, "You're just going to stop?" He's so annoyed but prominently throbbing, they haven't done anything these days. He mutters out how it's been forever.

Glaring when Derek says, "It hasn't been that long, Scott."

Scott snaps, "Yes, it has." Scott's tired of jerking off and there is too much sexual tension between them to not do anything about it. His own want is stifling, but what about Derek? The last time he tuned into Derek unwilling he adds, it was suppressing but Scott has to know if Derek is as calm as he pretends to be. He concentrates on Derek's smell, his presence, everything, wishing he hadn't. There's a thick veil of hunger and desire suffocating him swiftly, and then a chain of moans tumble from Scott's lips. There's a fleeting moment where Scott thinks he may have lost his sanity.

The teen doesn't remember getting to the bed, but it doesn't matter. All he knows is he's hard and it is immensely uncomfortable. With his eyes closed and breathe huffing harshly, Scott states, "You so want to have sex."

Derek sounds close, "I never said I didn't." There's a nudge at where the towel ties at Scott's waist, except Scott can't open his eyes yet, not until he's sure his vision won't sway.

He's trying to grasp in even breathes of air, "How do you deal with that?"

"Strength of mind. Control isn't hard unless I'm being influenced and you have close to no willpower." Derek's still nosing at the towel, right where his hip is.

"I have tons of willpower if we've talked longer than 5 minutes and we have then I definitely have willpower." He finally opens his eyes to a hand snaking up his thigh, Scott supports himself onto his elbows and watches through heavy-lidded lashes. Derek pulls the knot at the top of towel with one hand and the other is no longer snaking up his thigh but stroking densely.

"Roll over."

Scott keens and rolls over quickly. Finally.

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"Oh." It's harder than he thought it would be, remaining on his hands and knees and hoping they don't give out, each trace of Derek's nose pressing into his skin makes him weak, but he bets he doesn't smell like soap anymore, not with sweat collecting all over. This could be a form of torture, Scott thinks fuzzily. Derek hasn't touched him once and it's becoming horrifyingly obvious that Derek won't actually do anything but sniff and lick.

Maybe this is his punishment for earlier, Derek's nose wanders to his neck shadowed by his tongue, tickling the tiny hairs on his skin, Scott groans. Checking to see if it is, Scott whispers knowing Derek will hear him, "I'm sorry, my life is way more important than homework." He's rewarded with a sharp nip to his shoulder. "Hmm, so sorry." And he is, he's never been sorrier for anything in his life.

The older male purrs out, "Good."

Scott doesn't know if he's trembling for release or because of Derek's fingers ghosting over his back maddeningly slow. Derek's hands rest on his hips and then he feels it, a slick finger slowly entering him and Scott moves to push back onto it, but Derek's free hand is gripping his hip, sure to leave a bruise. Good thing he heals.

Scott whines, "I said I was sorr-." His breath hitches in his throat as Derek's finger curls. This is not fair, and it hits him that Derek intended for this to happen, right when he said 'I'm going to have to change that.'

"You did." Derek supplies nothing else, Scott hates when Derek is vague, because yes he can feel Derek's emotion but he can't read his mind. And the only thing coming from Derek at this instant is- hell Scott doesn't know, he can't concentrate. The only thing he can differentiate is frustration and arousal and he's not even sure if it's all his.

The tip of the second finger smoothly pressing in feels so good, so so good. Derek doesn't press into his prostate immediately, he just teases Scott. The finger slid in so smoothly, it distantly registers, lube. When did Derek even get lube?

Derek starts making scissoring motions with his fingers, stretching and spreading Scott. Scott croaks, "Pl- S'good, hmm." Scott can't form coherent sentences, he wants to say a lot, like how it feels great and he's ready and can he move and he's sorry but not much comes out. He wants to move, but he can't do anything but clench around the welcoming intrusion. Moaning, Scott attempts to rock back and Derek hold tightens. He whimpers and gives up on trying to hold himself up, Scott presses his face into his forearm and lets out sounds he will deny making.

The pull, push, pull and oh man, Scott must have lost count because there is three fingers now, the minor burn nowhere near enough to break the pleasure overpowering Scott. Derek's fingers rub so gently against his prostate, "Fuck, please. Derek."

Derek warned Scott not to touch himself or else he would have jacked off a long time ago. He's gasping when Derek slips in a fourth finger, his claws shredding the sheets under him. He lost control a while ago, every sound, smell, sight, and touch is amplified.

Scott can hear so much but he's captivated by the loud beating of his heart, the blood rushing through his veins. The air is heavy, heated and musky, it's murky. Scott's vision is clear and sharp and every touch from Derek makes Scott's skin burn.

Then the most amazing thing happens, Derek presses hard into his prostate, that sensitive spot sending waves of hot electricity through his nerves. Derek is unrelentingly pressing and Scott pushes his face into the sheets, breathing rapidly, mouth open and fingers clutching at the sheets. "Derek, please."

Derek grabs onto the base of his cock, strokes upward and thumbs at the head, smearing all the pre-come that accumulated there and Scott twitches, involuntarily thrusting back onto Derek's fingers. The bundle of nerves is hit roughly, and Scott comes with a long, low moan, come spurting onto the sheets and his stomach.

Grunting Scott asks, "What are you doing?" when he feels a prod at his hole, and then a puff of air. "Oh, man, I just came." That is so not right, "Do you have to do this?"

Derek chuckles, "Don't tell me you're embarrassed?" He is, this is weird. People don't do this, dog's do. It's certainly not right that he's getting hard all over again, his body protest but sure enough, he's hard.

He's flipped onto his back in a flash, Derek smugly speaks "So soon?"

Scott flushes in embarrassment, "What do you expect?" His face darkens when Derek pushes up his legs and sniffs. "Haven't I been through enough?"

Derek rolls his eyes, "You brought that on yourself, and don't question this."

Ignoring Derek's last statement, Scott mumbles "This is a werewolf thing, isn't it?" Scott doesn't get a response, but he knows the answer. It's going to be a long night however Scott doesn't make the mistake of mentioning he has school tomorrow.

A/N: Okay so I did update soon like I said I would, I'm trying to keep to six parts. This is only some of what I wanted to write so as a result that means the next chapter will be really long. Had to cut is short though I do hope you all enjoyed this, next chapter is the mating one and after that will be a chapter about the dinner thing. Okay sorry if there are mistakes, it's late and I'm like on the verge of sleep. If it looks rushed, my apologies. The last part came out of nowhere but that usually happens to me, I plan but it doesn't go the way I first see it. This chapter really has no point, I just wrote it, oh well. Anyways, adios. Oh, please review.