Author's Note: Took a while but it's finally up, part six. Not the mating chapter, it's like its running away from me, but this is a good chapter. I wrote it while listening to Perfect by Hedley, my favorite song …for now, I change fav. songs each week. Anyways, read on.

"Ahhhh!" The scream had Scott jerking upright in his bed, clad in his boxers, he rushed downstairs, his worry for his mother slightly lessening when he saw her perfectly safe, annoyance bubbled in him, "Why were you screaming?"

Melissa shivered, "There's a …"

"What a spider, a roach? By the way neither warrants a scream like that." Honestly, she had scared the crap out of him; his heart had skipped a beat when he connected the scream with her.

"No, smart ass. There's a mountain lion sleeping on our doorstep. I opened the door to get the newspaper and it was just there. "

"Mountain lion?" Scott went to open the door, but his mom grabbed at his arm.

"What are you doing? Did you hear me? A mountain lion."

"Yea, I did." And he was pretty sure he knew what was going on. He didn't hear its heartbeat; he did however smell the putrid odor of a dead animal. This was probably one of Derek's 'gifts'. "Mom, are you sure it was sleeping? It's probably dead." He moved once again to open the door and her grip tightened around his arm.

"No, I'll call the sheriff and he can deal with it."

"Mom, it's okay. I'm sure it's dead." He didn't exactly know how to explain to her how he knew. She didn't let go of his arm but she let him creep closer to the door. He turned the knob and slowly pulled it open. This was all show for her, Scott knew the mountain lion was dead but his mother didn't. And there it was, lying on its side, its back to them.

"See, dead."

"You don't know that."

Scott let out an apathetic sigh, "Mom, it's not moving." The chest didn't rise or fall, it just lay there. Scott tried stepping out the door, "Mom, let go." Of course, she didn't. So he dragged her with him out the door to get a closer look, hesitating when he smelled the blood, "Mom, you should go back inside." He didn't want her see it.

Her voice was stern, "If I'm going inside so are you."

That's what stopped him from looking at it, his mother was strong but there are some things you shouldn't see. "Alright, let's go inside."

He didn't say anything when she questioned, "Of all the houses, why ours?" He sort of felt guilty but he also felt admiration in Derek, it was impressive, that mountain lion was kind of big.

He wanted to avert this whole subject, so Scott said, "You got to admit though, record time."

His mom gave him a puzzled stare, "Huh?"

His face broke out in a grin, "I got here in seconds. You should be proud that you have a son like me."

She laughed; Scott liked his mother's laugh. It was nice to hear and it always brought forth his own laugh. "I am proud."

He went back upstairs while she called the sheriff which meant Stiles would be here too. He should get dressed but first he needed to text Derek.

Scott sent a text saying, Not okay. Leavin tht dead mountain lion on the doorstep. My mom freaked out. We need 2 tlk about tht."

Three minutes later Derek responded, I warned you.

I wnt 2 talk n person

Then come over.

Cnt dealing w ur mess plus I hve skool, I'll c u later.

A couple minutes later, Scott was watching Stiles spew into the toilet. Rolling his eyes, Scott asked, "Why did you look at it? You know how squeamish you are." His own encounter with a corpse of a dead animal vividly enters into his mind, and he feels a little bad.

Stiles pulled back long enough to answer, "Scott, it was missing its insides, okay. I didn't know it would look like that, it was like it was ripped open. Its throat was gone an-." Scott's nose crumpled up, the smell of vomit was rancid and with his heightened sense of smell, he had to leave the bathroom. Thank god, his mother didn't see it.

It has quiet down now, the animal is gone and his mom went to work. Scott yells from his room for Stiles to hurry after all they have school. He speculates if Derek left in the middle of the night to hunt because Derek was next to him last night, Scott blushes at the thought of last night.

"What are you blushing for?" Stiles asks before gargling some mouthwash.

"Nothing, look I'll wait for you downstairs. We're late as it is." If only Stiles knew.

#

The day is going by extremely slow and Scott tries to keep his gaze from the clock and on the teacher lecturing in front of him. It's a hard task when all he can think about is Derek, Scott shifts unpleasantly for like the umpteen time today. His skin feels hot, actually everywhere feels hot, and it's agonizing. At some point Scott excuses himself, needing water. He thinks he might have a fever because the sweltering heat threatening to engulf him isn't normal but then he remembers he's far from normal.

There's noise everywhere, students chatting but the hallway is clear and Scott closes his eyes, whimpering. It's giving him a headache, he can't even catch the conversations. They're just brief sentences.

"Johnny and I are going to …"

"The answer is 12."

"So come over toda-"

They start jumbling together and Scott wants to scream, it's like his sense of hearing went into overdrive and his heart is thudding painfully in his chest. He wipes at the sweat on his forehead. He's been having flashes of heat all day and this probably has something to do with him being a werewolf; the teen runs to the locker room and quickly turns on the cool water of the shower. Moaning under the cold sprays of water, Scott peels off his shirt. The water is refreshing and much needed. When Scott's hand goes to unbutton his pants, he is surprised to see a bulge, and maybe he agrees with Derek, he has little control.

#

Stiles is splayed out all over his bed, muttering about how some teacher gave him a 'C' for elaborating on how the body functions, he went into excruciating detail about how amazing the endocrine alimentary system is.

Scott sighs, drumming his fingers impatiently over and over again on the wooden desk, "Stiles, the essay was supposed to be about what your goals are for the future."

"I mentioned that… briefly but I still mentioned that."

Scott's not going to bother to ask how Stiles managed to relate his future goals with the bodily functions. "Yea, hence the 'C'. Honestly, Stiles should be grateful for that.

Stiles grumbles, "Whatever. This paper was worthy of an 'A'." He shook it around, crumpling it in the process.

Scott can barely direct his attention on Stiles; he's a little preoccupied with his own body. It's unbelievably warm, not as hot as today in class but it's still warm. He jerked off twice this morning before all that stuff went down because Derek left early but he's not bothered. At least Derek spends the night, just about every night, the need to be close for the bond is strong, and neither of them wants to weaken it. At any rate, Scott had blamed it on being a horny teen but now he's blaming it on being a horny werewolf teen. He figured there wasn't any point in telling anyone, it was a werewolf thing for sure.

Scott inhales deeply, concentrating on controlling himself, Derek told him to focus on something, anything. So Scott chooses to focus on the only thing in his room moving, Stiles.

"Hey, you want to go see a movie?" They should do something together; he's been so centered on Derek. God, he needs to be a better friend, this'll be fun.

Stiles rises slightly, "Yea, which one?"

Scott shrugs, "Let's just go and pick when we get there."

"Alright."

His phone goes off, and Scott feels like an eager puppy when he sees the name Derek flashing on the screen, "Hey."

"I thought you said you were coming over." Derek's voice sounds accusatory.

And Scott answers hesitantly, "I-I will but right now I'm going to see a movie. You want to go? I mean is that okay, Stiles? If Derek comes?" He looks over to Stiles.

"Uh, yea I guess. This will be good. I should be friends with your …boyfriend." He knows Stiles wants to laugh and he might too because it's still a little weird tagging Derek as that.

"No." Derek's voice isn't loud over the phone but it somehow quiets every sound in Scott's room. It sounds strained like Derek is grinding his teeth.

"You don't want to go?" That's not surprising but Scott thinks he could get Derek to go if he wanted. He could definitely coerce Derek into going just by saying it would make him happy.

"You go with Stiles but come by later." Something's wrong Scott can feel it; Derek doesn't sound all there.

There must be some strange or sad look on his face because Stiles utters, "You know what it's okay Scott, we'll just rain check it. If something's wrong we ca-"

"No. I said we would go and we will. I just..." Scott is conflicted. He wants to know what's wrong with Derek but he wants to be a good friend to Stiles.

Derek speaks quietly, "Scott, its fine. Come by later and I'll see you then." And with that Derek hangs up.

And honestly how is Scott supposed to believe that, how is he supposed to enjoy hanging with Stiles if he's worried about Derek?

"Look, Scott if you want to take a rain check it's cool with me. I mean Derek and you have that whole mating thing so if you need to be with him then it's cool with me."

Scott smiled, "I'm sure everything's okay besides I used my last one like two weeks ago, no more rain checks. Let's go." He knows Stiles can tell he's lying about everything being okay; he's never been good at it but Stiles just nods.

#

It's not as awkward as he thought it'd be, watching a movie with your ex-girlfriend. Scott and Stiles saw Allison and Lydia at the cinema and as luck would have it, they were planning on watching the same thing as them. Stiles suggested they all sit together, and someway Scott is sitting next to Allison. She's still drop-dead gorgeous, Scott notes but he doesn't feel the same way about her, not like how he feels for Derek. But Scott doesn't want to go there; his feelings for Derek are a strictly no fly zone area.

"So you look great." Scott attempts to make conversation.

Allison smiles, "Yea, so do you."

He whispered, "So you wanted to watch this, Drive?" He's more into comedies and horror films. But he knows from when he and Allison were dating that she wouldn't pick this to watch.

"Well, no." She giggled, "But Lydia insisted, she said Ryan Gosling is in it and it'd be a sin not to watch it."

Scott chuckled, "I figured as much, Stiles wanted to see this so…" He trails off.

"Amazing how we're both here just to make those two happy, huh?" Allison pointed in the direction of Stiles and Lydia. They were both so caught up in the movie. Scott's surprised the movie has kept Stiles attention for so long, it must be good.

It's easy and Scott likes having Allison as a friend, "Um, we're friends, right?" He had to make sure.

"Of course, I'm sorry if I made it like we weren't. I just needed time."

He understood, they both had needed time. "I wanted to see-"

"Shhh!" Lydia and Stiles are glaring at them, and Stiles hisses, "Shut up."

Scott rolls his eyes and Allison laughs, they both sit back to watch.

After the movie is over, they all make plans to watch another one sometime next week, and they part ways.

"Dude, that movie was amazing." Scott watched Stiles reenact the movie with hand gestures and wild explosive sounds.

"Yea." It was a nice distraction from Derek, and he had fun. "I'm picking the next movie though."

"I guess since I picked this one. Saw you and Allison chatting it up."

Scott shrugged, "Surprised you noticed."

"So, you still like her?"

"Of course, just not like that."

"Right so what are you going to do to keep me from telling Derek?"

Scott looked at Stiles, frowning, "What do you mean?" Keep what from Derek?

"Well, it's been a while since I've had anything to blackmail you with and you and Allison rekindling the old flame would piss off Derek."

Scott knows Stiles is joking around, and he decides to turn the table, "Derek would kill you if you told him, he'd shift right there and lose control."

Scott laughs as Stiles stops and stares at him, "He wouldn't. Right?" Scott keeps walking to Stiles jeep, a grin on his face when Stiles asks again, "Right?"

#

Stiles drove him to Derek's. Stiles glances at him, "You want me to wait?"

"Nah, I'm good. Derek will drive me home." Scott stares at the house, its dark out and the house looks like something from a horror movie.

"Right, well try not to die in the creepy house, the attractive people are usually first so you should be okay for a while."

Scott looked back, curtly saying, "Goodbye, Stiles."

Stiles laughed, "That was for earlier."

Opening the door, Scott calls out for Derek. He can hear Derek's heartbeat and smell him but Derek didn't show himself and Scott's mind flickered to his talk earlier with Derek. Derek had sounded strange but as far as Scott could tell Derek was fine. He didn't smell blood. "Derek?" Groaning, Scott followed the heartbeat, and stopped at a door, he's never been in this room. There was a smell coming from it, a familiar smell but he couldn't name it. It was creepy; he was actually scared to open the door, he turned the knob slowly and the door opened with an audibly creak. The room was dark, "Derek?" Scott stepped in, and was knocked down onto his back. "Derek!" It was Derek but his eyes were blue, shining blazingly in the dim room. Derek's claws ripped off his shirt with ease, way before Scott could manage out, "What are you doing?" Scott tried to sit up, his golden irises rivaling Derek's.

Growling, Derek forced Scott down, "Don't move." Scott stilled as Derek's mouth got closer to his neck, a long lick up his throat made him shiver and then he realized what scent was all over the room, desire and hunger. He's actually a little stunned he couldn't name it; his room smells like that enough. Scott wondered if Derek's almighty control snapped. Derek burrows his nose in his neck, and speaks through gritted teeth, "I've been thinking about you all day, and it's driving me crazy."

Scott gave a shaky laugh, "Good now you know how I feel most of the time." It was only fair.

Derek pulls back and snarls, fangs bearing at him, "Good? I didn't just kill that mountain lion, there was more. And" Derek breathes in, "I want to right now."

"Want to what?" Scott swallows nervously, completely ignoring Derek's words previously, he'll ask later.

"Fuck you senseless. Mate with you."

It's hot hearing Derek curse like that, a complete turn on along with the fact that Scott broke Derek's control. But Scott wants to hear it again, so he says, "What?"

"You heard me."

Yes, he did, clearly in fact but he still wants to hear it again.

Derek shakes his head, "I need you to concentrate, and I need you to calm me down."

Scott doesn't see the problem, "We don't have to mate on the full moon, and we can do it now-." Oh man he wants to right now.

"Stop." Derek sounds desperate like Scott's stripping away the last bit of his control. "I need you to calm down and calm me down." Derek looks like he's on the verge of shifting, he can tell. It's hard to not just give in to the change, his own heart pumped excitedly. The adrenaline rush making his body buzz excitedly. Scott doesn't think he can, he's never really concentrated on this empathy thing enough to force his emotion on Derek, also his mind isn't really thinking about stopping.

Derek's nails sink into his arms, "You have to, need too. I'm demanding you too."

The word demand brought Scott motivation, he thought of school, his mom, anything and everything to calm him and when his erection was gone, he fixated on Derek. Forcing himself to connect with Derek to calm him, he tried pushing his composure over to Derek, hoping Derek would just take it. It never occurred him to him that he could do that, he didn't know he could do what Derek did to him so frequently.

Derek mouth had gotten near his neck sometime around his focusing, and when Scott said, "Derek?"

Derek sunk his teeth into Scott's neck, staining Scott's chest with a crimson liquid. The fangs jabbed in crudely but with absurd precision. Derek didn't hit anything important but Scott's scream echoed through the empty house.

#

It's in the middle of the night when Scott wakes up. He can't really remember what happened but he's in a warm bed so it's not all bad, Scott's eyes open. He's in his room, and the familiar warm body behind him relaxes him, but then the image of Derek burying his face in Scott's neck and biting registers and Scott's hand flew to his neck, it was bandaged. Scott sat up quickly, ripping off the bandages, his hand skimming over puncture marks.

"I didn't mean to bite so hard."

Scott looked over at Derek, "Is it the-"

"No. I just felt the urge to and I couldn't control myself."

"Why hasn't it healed?"

"It will, I just bit too deep and I was close to changing."

"Oh." Scott lies back down, "So it's not the mating mark. That sucks, that's the second time you've bitten me." This one hurt a lot more than the first one but he doesn't mention that. He smells guilt off of Derek, but it's nowhere near the magnitude of superiority Derek's aura is giving off.

Derek sits up, "That's all you can think about, the bite. I lost control, Scott. I didn't even know I bit you."

Scott frowned, "Yea but you said we wouldn't be able to control ourselves. Besides it's not that bad."

Derek looks like he's going to say something, something he doesn't want to hear. "Scott, I don't thin-"

"Don't. Please don't. It was just a bite and I'm okay." It's not that bad, nowhere near bad enough to end them.

"Controlling myself is getting harder around you, and they said I could…" Derek looks tired.

Scott's confused, "They? The same people from Italy? There's nothing they could say for us to stop."

"They said I could kill you."

Oh, well that was a bummer, "Ok."

Derek looks at him incredulously, "Okay? That's all you're going to say?"

Scott shrugs, what is he supposed to say. He doesn't want this to end, whatever this is. He wants it now more than ever. "I don't think you'll kill me."

The older man laughs bitterly, "You're stupid. No, crazy, that's it. You're crazy, I tell you I could kill you and you tell me you don't think so." Derek flops back on the bed.

Scott has to ask, "Does it feel like a mistake now?"

Derek eyes are closed, "No." The teen smiles when Derek's heartbeat is steady and clear.

"Good, then we're still mating on the full moon." Maybe he's a dumbass but he really doesn't think Derek would kill him. He trusts Derek.

"You don't get to make that decision."

Scott ignores that, "Don't werewolves mate all the time, why am I the only one that is threatened with death?"

"You're a bitten, a newly formed bitten. You might challenge me, and I could just kill you. Plus, two males mating is rare. Too much testosterone. It's different in a pack, positions are established but since I'm technically not your Alpha, it's problematic."

Makes sense, Scott thoughtfully runs his fingers over the marks, "So I have to submit?"

Derek sighed, "Yes, which is why I bite you, I'm trying to instill in you, that you're my Beta and I'm your Alpha even if it's not exactly definite right now."

Scott's carefree, "Doesn't sound so bad, I won't challenge you and then you won't kill me. Wait, that means you have to bite me more, doesn't it?"

Derek purrs, "Yes."

"Don't enjoy it so much. Okay, well problem solved, more bites equals me alive. You were being too dramatic." Scott's confident, Derek was just trying to scare him. He's not backing out of this.

Derek rolls his eyes, "You are ridiculously calm. I can't tell if I should be impressed or annoyed."

Scott yawns and curls back into the bed, "Go with the one that makes you proud."

Scoffing, Derek said, "I'm impressed, annoyed yet impressed." Scott smiled into his pillow. But after a while Derek commented about his bed, "Your bed reeks."

"It does not." Scott gives another yawn. "New sheets."

"It reeks of Stiles, his scent is everywhere, tell him to stay out until we've mated." Derek's tone is exasperated, and maybe …a little possessive.

The earlier image of Stiles spreading himself on his bed comes to mind and Scott's lips twitch, "Jealous?"

"Hardly, he's lucky I don't see him as competition." The thought of Derek getting all alpha about who Scott can be near sends a strange chill of interest to him and a touch of fear.

"Okay, can I go to sleep now?" Scott's drained and his neck is killing him, "You know what? I'm biting you next."

I swear to yall, I had this all planned but it didn't come out like that, lol. I just wanted to write something with Derek losing control, thought it would show just how much control they both have. So you know how it usually ends, I beg for your reviews lol, it just gives me a good feeling. So please review.