It's been a while, sorry my patient and loving reviewers. Posting the next chapter Wednesday, that's good news.

As he walked closer to Derek's house, he thought about how eager he was.

Annoyingly eager.

Scott wondered if he would always be so eager to see Derek even in his sour mood, he was still so eager and it added to his agitation. He gave up on trying to stick with one emotion because really there was no point. He was incapable of feeling just one, so feeling like an overexcited puppy and annoyed is just something he was going to have to deal with.

Not to mention this god-awful heat he's in, Scott pulled at his t-shirt, frustrated at how his sweat made it stick to his skin. He yanked it off, using it to dab at his skin then ran a hand through his hair which was matting to his forehead, he was in need of a haircut. His mom usually did that but things were tense between them, and he was supposed to be at home grounded but the teen figured how much more trouble could get in.

Gaiting past the trees, Scott caught Stiles smell, and he growled unexpectedly. He scowled, stopped in his tracks, and told himself Stiles isn't after Derek, although he is curious as to what Stiles is doing here. He's been feeling a little possessive ever since his run-in with Kate, her very name makes him want to cringe. And it's a bit grating knowing that she's the main cause of his tension, everything else just adds.

When Stiles jeep comes into view along with Stiles, Scott asks, "What are you doing here?" He makes sure his voice is in check.

"Looking for you and what better place to search than your boyfriends' decrepit home."

"Shut up. Well you found me. And you know it's not safe for you to be here, the full moon is in three days. You can't just walk around here, promise me you-" Then Stiles got closer, and they've been friends for a long time so they've been in each other's space but Stiles was getting a little too close for comfort. "Uh personal space?"

Stiles sniffed around him, "Are you wearing new cologne?"

"Yea, its called sweat", Scott retorted.

And then Stiles reached for him, a hand Scott batted away. It didn't stop Stiles though; he just reached again this time touching Scott's cheek. Scott blinked alertly, "Are you okay?" This was weird, Stiles was being weirder than usual. And for a split second, Scott thought Stiles was going to-

Derek barked, "Go home." Wrapping a sturdy hand around Stiles wrist, effectively pulling Stiles away from Scott, the tattooed man continued, "Don't come back till the full moon is over."

Stiles eyes widened and mouth dropped, "Uh yea sorry I'm going to okay yea I bye."

As Stiles got in his jeep, Scott spoke, "Um whoa not cool, what's your prob-"

Derek didn't let him finish, "Get inside."

Scott would have argued if not for the look in Derek's eyes, sparing a look back to watch Stiles jeep go, Scott proceeded to the house ready to argue.

As he walked in, Scott stopped near the stairs, and yelled, "What was that?"

Derek replied indifferently, not at all bothered, he was leaning against the wall, arms crossed without a care in the world, "That was me being what you like to call protective."

Protective? Scott doesn't use that word for Derek; it's more like… "Jealous." Oh this was priceless, "You're jealous of Stiles."

Derek rolled his eyes, "Not even a little."

"So the reason you yelled at him like that was?"

Derek countered with, "Where's your shirt?"

Scott looked down at his bare chest and folded his arms over it, he replied low, voice barely distinct, "I'm hot." He knows what that sounded like but Scott pushes that aside, he wants to focus on the main issue, "You have to explain." Their eyes meet and Scott knows he has Derek's attention.

"Why did you let him touch you?"

Scott didn't know how to answer so he shrugged, what was the harm in letting Stiles touch him, it was platonic. They were friends.

Derek's voice was low with what Scott thinks is misplaced vexation when he spoke, his eyes boring into Scott's, "You're mine, Scott. I've fucked you enough times for it to be true. I don't care that we haven't mated yet, you belong to me."

And Scott stills, he doesn't know what to say to that. Yea sure he could say, he's not Derek's property but even though he doesn't like how Derek worded that, blatant objectification aside, it was kind of true. Denying it would only anger Derek. Scott suddenly feels like he's being berated for something he didn't do. Scott murmurs, "Okay." It's soft and oddly shy, "I know that."

Derek's gaze remains the same but his voice is amended, "Look, I …I'm feeling territorial and that feeling also ranges to you."

And Scott follows, it correlates with the whole smelling like Derek at all times thing, Scott rubs at his face, "Okay, so what I can't be around other people?"

"I'd prefer you didn't at least until we've mated, Stiles reaction to you proves that it wouldn't be good for you to around others'."

Stiles reaction, Scott chalked Stiles weird behavior to well Stiles just being Stiles. He didn't think it would have something to do with him being a werewolf. "You're saying, I did that? To Stiles? The weirdness? How?"

"You're giving off a smell, it's because of the heat you're in. It's potent, and you've been emitting it for a few days but now it's stronger. I didn't think it would attract humans too, but it was affecting Stiles. It won't affect everyone the same way but I don't want to risk it."

"A smell," Scott sniffed himself, "A bad smell? I stink?" This mating thing was annoying him.

"Contrary to that." Derek sniffed the air, "It's intoxicating," Derek's eyes flicker darkly, "It's getting to the point where the smell is overwhelming."

"Yea well make sure you remember that whole strength of mind thing." Scott said warily, he didn't like that look in Derek eyes. He makes a mental note to have a long shower once he gets home.

Derek scoffed, "I will."

Scott sat on a chair that looked stable and the dust that had collected on it wafted everywhere, he plans on cleaning this place up a little. Most likely when Derek isn't home, he doesn't think Derek will appreciate it much. "So what about school? Am I supposed to just skip the next three days?"

And then Derek drops a bomb, "You're going to skip the rest of the week."

Scott eyes widen, "No I can't."

"The full moons on Wednesday, we need to stay together, and after it's over, straying away from each other isn't wise."

"You're being vague again. What do you mean not wise?" But Scott's too afraid of the answer and maybe that's why Derek is vague, to not scare him. "I don't want to know, but I can't skip a whole week. What about I go to school, and then come see you right after." Derek doesn't answer, he's annoyed, and Scott can feel it. Scott continues, "Okay, I go to school Monday and Tuesday and then I'm yours for the rest of the week."

Derek smiles, a wicked one, and he walks slowly towards Scott, "I could say that it's not yours to decide, that I own you and tell you what to do but that's seems vindictive. Fine if that's what you want then fine. But Scott if anyone touches you I'll ..."

And Scott stomach curls tightly at the warning. Scott nodded furiously, "Okay message received, don't let anyone touch me." Although his mind wonders for a bit how he's supposed to manage that, Scott keeps nodding.

Derek smirked, "I'm just warning you."

They need a lighter topic, "Sooo when's that date?"

#

It's Monday and so far Scott's managed to keep to himself, in every class he'd sat in the back row, secluding himself from the rest of the class and speaking only when spoken to. He texted Stiles and told him the issue so Stiles is sitting up front. Although Scott's sure that's not the only reason Stiles is sitting there, Scott explained over Skype about what happened over at Derek's but Stiles couldn't meet his eyes and perhaps it's for the best at least until all this is over. Scott stares out the windows and thinks about the dead cougar that was on his lawn this morning, this time his mother just called Sheriff Stilinski and pretended like everything was fine. He had thought he was practically invisible but apparently he was wrong because someone sits right next to him, "Lydia? What are you doing?"

She stared, narrowed her eyes, and then smiled, "Didn't you hear the teacher, we're partners. We have to solve these ten problems. First one done gets extra credit on the test."

Wow, he missed all that, "Right. Okay do you want to separate them like first five or even and odds?"

She's smiling impossibly wide and Scott doubts his own tentative smile is encouraging but she's still smiling and batting her eyes. "Okay, I'll do evens." Scott mutters and starts the problems.

They've been working quietly for probably four minutes before Lydia says, "You're really good at this." She sounds surprised and Scott figures she's allowed that, he's never made any indication that he would be.

Scott says, "Yea, I uh like math" and continues with his work.

"Me too." And Scott gives her genuine smile and glances at her paper, she's good at it. And Scott remembers the night in the school, how she made the Molotov cocktail, it hadn't worked but he thinks that she can actually make one. She's smarter than she looks and Scott questions how much smarter. "You know you smell great, what cologne is that?"

"Uh, I don't know." And he slouches away from her. Oh great, his smell is affecting her.

"You need a haircut." He made no sign that he heard her and that must have bugged her because she repeated it and moved her hand to touch his hair.

He pulled back out of her reach, blurting out an excuse, "Sorry, I have this thing about my hair."

"Me too. We have more in common than I thought." That smile is back and Scott's nervous now even more because he can smell her, lust.

He yanked back his chair and uttered, "I gotta go to the bathroom. I'm finished with my part so yea." Scott spent the rest of the class period in the bathroom, only coming out for the last five minutes.

#

"So because of your bad luck, you've somehow manage to turn Lydia being your partner into something bad. Kudos, Scott."

Scott grabbed his lacrosse stick and headed for the field, "You make it sound like I do it on purpose, Stiles." Stiles finally came around and they've gotten over that second of awkwardness. He wants to ask if the smell is affecting Stiles right now but he doesn't want to deal with the embarrassment. He had texted Derek telling him he had lacrosse practice and unsurprisingly got no reply. So much for coming over right after school, but all in all todays been fine, no one's touched him yet. Now all he had to do is find some way to being benched, lacrosse was very physical, there was no way he could play and not be touched. Well maybe he could if Jackson wasn't here. And he has to be here or he'll get kicked off the team. "My life is like a curbed road, I have no room to drive."

"Aw come on, don't pout. Wolfy want a treat."

Scott was going to tell Stiles where exactly he can put the treat but his knees buckled, and he clutched urgently at his ears trying to block the sound out. The high pitched sound had him screaming, "Make it stop." The shrill sound is gone almost as soon as it came, and he's surrounded by his team but he can't hear them, all he hears is muffled noises. He sticks his fingers in his ear only to find, blood.

Scott's fine in like two minutes but he must have freaked the coach out because he was told to go home, "It was a whistle," Scott absently mumbles, "The coaches whistle. Stiles, it's never done that to me before, everything got loud for a sec and then that awful sound."

"I guess your wolfy senses have heightened a little more."

They're walking to the school's parking lot and Scott is observant to the abundant amount of space between them and Scott wonders again if Stiles is bothered. "You don't have to take me home, I'll walk it'll do me good."

"Well, it looks like I won't have to." And Stiles pointed ahead. Derek's camaro.

Scott bit back the overjoyed smile, and stopped walking, "Look, I'm sorry for smelling like I do."

Stiles arched an eyebrow and started laughing, "Seriously? You would apologize for something you can't control. Stop being all guilty, it's not your fault."

And Scott let out a breath of relief, "I wanted things to be okay with us."

"Dude, we're fine. You should hurry though, Derek doesn't look like the patient type."

Scott laughed, "Bye."

Scott climbed into the car, throwing his bag in the backseat and said, "What are you doing here?"

"Figured you'd need a ride." Derek started the car, stopped and then turned it off, "Is that blood?"

"Uh yea, a whistle almost melted my brain."

Derek touched his ear, his fingers stroking over the soft cartilage and Scott feigned not to notice the way he felt instantly better. Derek let go, a thoughtful expression on his face and started the car.

It's quiet and Scott likes that because his ears feel sensitive, he leans into the seat and closes his eyes. The lulling silence feels like serenity. Scott likes this car, the cool air of the a/c, the humming of the engine, and oddly enough Scott thinks this car describes Derek perfectly. The outside is dark and threatening but the inside, a whole different story, Derek can be dark and threatening but not always. Derek has a lot of anger, built inside but he keeps most of it away from Scott, and Scott can't decide if that's a good thing. "So we're not going to your place?"

"No."

Scott peered out the window, "Where are we going?" They weren't headed for his house.

"Would you want to get out if I refused to tell you?" They both know the answer.

Scott looks over at Derek, the question doesn't need to be answered, but Scott does anyways, "No." And it says so much. He's still curious but Scott pushes his curiosity to focus on something else like how Derek's car is impossibly empty. No trace of anything and he means personal items like CDs, or maybe a forgotten bottle of soda. It's bizarre and Scott was going to comment but the air is abruptly thick. He knows the smell; he just chooses not to bring it to attention. But his body doesn't seem to agree with him, and suddenly Scott finds himself thinking if Derek's car is big enough for sex. The backseat looks spacious enough, and-

"Scott."

It's cautionary, but Scott replies, "You started it. You're like ladled in sex. How am I supposed to not react to that?"

"I didn't start it, you did. It's you, not me."

And Scott pauses, opens his mouth and closes it like a fish gasping for air. He mutters how stupid it is that he can give off a smell without knowing it and rolls down his window.

They're outside of town now, that was fast but considering the way Derek has been driving 20 miles over the speed limit since they left, it's not too staggering. "You do know I'm still grounded right? I got to be home by the time my mom gets off of work." He's not exactly sure when she gets off though.

"And you will be. Are you hungry?"

"Yea, you don't have anything in here though."

"Trunk."

"Really?" Scott's a little taken aback.

"Yes. Picked up a few things."

He wasn't expecting that, and now he's even more curious to what is going on. Derek turns onto a dirt road, and everything becomes wobbly, the gravels under the car wheels' making it hard to stay still. Scott watches the trees go by and the car comes to a stop after ten minutes or so. Scott looks around and steps out when Derek does too, "What are we doing here?"

"Be patient." Then Derek goes around the back of the car, opens the trunk and pulls out a bag and another one. "Here, hold this." Derek pulls off his jacket and throws it in the trunk. "Let's go."

Scott stops himself from saying where and follows Derek into the wide assortment of trees.

#

"So this is like your spot." Scott says, laying on his belly, the blanket a nice barrier between him and the dirt and pops a handful of Cheetos inside his mouth.

Derek steals a cheeto from Scott and responds, "I haven't been in here in a while. It's just something I came across."

It's a beautiful scene, the meadow. It's like the trees knew not to grow in the middle of this field, they round it instead forming a semicircle. There's soft dirt with small patches of grass around the open area. The sun isn't due to set for a while and the breeze just enhances to this pleasant outing. A little far off Derek says there's a stream and Scott plans on taking a dip. The noise is minimal, a few birds chirping here and there.

Scott's been thinking, and he finally got it, this is a date, their date. And Scott smile broadens, and he says it mostly to himself, "We're on a date." And it's perfect, somewhere they can be alone. Still smiling Scott sits up, and wipes his hands on his jeans, "All alone." He's hinting, "Just me and you."

Derek ganders at him, a very amused light smile on his face, "We're not going-"

"We don't have to." Scott says, "But I do want to make out." The words may be bold but they still come with a blush spread across Scott's cheeks. Derek smirks and tugs Scott's willing body into him. Derek's mouth is pressed against Scott's and Scott remembers their first kiss, a clash of teeth and tongue and need, this is barely different, not very much controlled but the need is still there. Scott loves the way their tongues slide alongside one another and the way they're pressed tightly. Derek turns them, placing Scott on his back and biting everywhere, sharp nips to his neck, his jaw and his shoulder. The teen's eyes shine gold, and he growls, "I want to bite."

Derek chuckles darkly in his ear, "Not until I say so" and presses a thigh between Scott's legs, eliciting a moan from Scott. Scott jerks his hips up, his clawed hands are raking down Derek's back and he doesn't know that he's basically ruined Derek's shirt.

Scott's feeling a persistent need, to get Derek off, his fingers stumble over the lip of Derek's pants, and he struggles with Derek's belt buckle.

"No." Derek grips Scott's hands, forcing them firmly above his head into the ground.

Scott squirms, all he can focus on is Derek's smell, his heartbeat, and his voice which is telling him no and its confusing him.

"Let's get you cooled down." Scott is hauled up and flung over Derek's shoulder. His body is bouncing as Derek runs past trees, stopping shortly.

"What are-" He doesn't get the chance because he's being propelled into the air and Scott yells as he hits the water, coming up for air with huge panicked splashes. "You threw me." Scott cries out in shock.

"I thought you needed to cool down a little." Derek replies entertained.

"Dick move." Scott says, swimming till he can feel his feet touch soft mud. "You didn't even know I could swim."

"If you couldn't, do you think I would let you drown?"

Scott overlooks that, "So because I'm sexually frustrated you throw me into a stream, thanks. Nice to know." The sarcasm lacks its biting humor and Scott floats around in the water, "Feels good, you should come in." It's frustrating how Derek tells him no sex and not for the first time he thinks maybe he can't wait for the full moon because he's in need for something, he's unsure what it is but whatever it is, Scott's sure Derek can fill it.

"No thank you besides I don't want to smell like a wet dog."

Scott falters for a sec and widens his eyes, Derek told a joke, the first one Scott's ever heard from him, "Very funny. But I won't actually smell like that, right? Derek?"

Okay, there's a lot in the next chapter and that will be the mating chapter, I don't know how many times I've said that, wow but I've got it written and I'll post it tomorrow. Yay.