A/N.
For once I have kept my promise. This will be a dream sequence were Scott thinks Derek is turning into Peter and Derek trying to comfort him. Or something like that. Enjoy.
Oh, for the people who like Scerek, I will be working towards that now.
Thank you so much Peter Hale Derek Hale for your review.

Chapter six.
Gentleman in disguise.

"He came and promised wicked pleasure.
And wicket pleasure I got."

He didn't know how much time had passed. The only thing that registered in his mind was that Derek was standing in front of him, a smirk on his face that reminded the young teen wolf all too much about Peter. But Peter was dead, and Derek said that he wasn't coming back again, that he would be safe with him.

But it was all a lie, all of it.

The pack had spent so much time trying to repair the damage that Peter had caused him. Derek even more than the others, for reasons he had not known. Yet.

All of it changed when Derek had told him he loved him, his face so sincere and open that Scott felt like he saw a new side of Derek, a softer side.

He was brought out of his head when a hand softly caressed his cheek, long fingers stroking the skin softly and he couldn't help but lean towards the touch. He wanted so badly what Derek was giving him, the soft touches, the whispers of love and desire. It was everything Peter wasn't, it was everything he desired.

Soft but insisting lips pressed against his own, and he tried to match the kiss but Derek didn't give him any chances as the Alpha dominated the kiss, biting his lips and licked the small droplet of blood away with his tongue, making him moan in response.

Things turned from innocent and sweet, to dirty and rough in less time than Scott had time to react to the change of sensations.

His arms were suddenly pinned above his head and the soft lips were replaced with teeth that bit into his skin, making it dent and redden at the abuse.

He let out a low whimper and tried to wriggle away and he turned his head to look at Derek.

The man's smirk was replaced by sharp teeth and his eyes were full of hunger and desire, but it wasn't like the look in them before, no. This was like Peter.

"No," he whispered and intensified his struggles. But Derek was relentless as he sunk his teeth deep inside the side of Scott's throat.

He whined at the sharp and deep pain but felt his body go lax under the Alpha. He kept whispering to himself that Derek wasn't Peter, that the Alpha had promised him that he would never be like Peter, yet here they were, alone and the only thing he could think about was that he wanted it all to end.

This was Peter. Peter had done things like this when he had had the power of an Alpha, had made his body enjoy the treatment when all he wanted to do was sink so deep into his mind that he would never get out again, to just disappear and never be found. To be gone.

He felt the lips run along his throat, teeth just barely scraping the skin there, but the warning was clear, move and I'll rip you throat out with my teeth.

He heard a small laugh, the sound vibrating through him, making him feel wrong all over. The laugh was followed by a hand on the front of his pants, fingers opening the sipper and pulling them down right below his tights.

"Please no. Derek this isn't you," he tried to plead with the older wolf, but Derek just looked up at him with a dark smile on his lips.

"Oh, but it is."

He couldn't do anything, nothing in him were aroused by the other wolfs actions, not like before when Derek had been all soft touches and comforting words. Not like now, the sharp grin, the claws there were now running up and down his naked stomach.

When did that happen?

He tried to crawl away again but the failed attempt was met with a sharp pain right over his heart and he looked down to see small drops of blood come to life.

"Oh Scott, we're going to have so much fun," Derek said in a dark tone and without warning he turned Scott around so he was on his stomach and pushed into the younger wolf without mercy, Scott howling at the sudden pain of being stretched so quickly, at least Peter always prepared him, in some twisted form of fate, Peter had always been a gentleman, even when he took Scott against his will.

The assault continued and when he again tried to get away, fangs pierced the skin on his throat, making him whimper and his body became pliant again.

He tried to lock himself away like he had done with Peter, but Derek showed him no mercy, pounding into him like he was some toy to be used and all he could do was cry out and plead for the pain and torment to end.

Derek POV.

His eyes snapped open at the sound of a scream, so raw and pained that he was by Scott's side in a heartbeat, the younger wolf trashing on the old mattress, tears making the teen's cheeks shine in the light.

Suddenly he sat straight up on his, his eyes open and the panic in them was overwhelming. Derek saw his eyes look at him once and the scent of fear spiked along with Scott's heartrate, and the teen recoiled away from him, pressed up against the wall furthest away from the Alpha, completely in fatal position and loud whines and whimpers could be heard come from the young wolf.

"Scott," he whispered shocked but he didn't try to reach out with his hand, not yet.

"Scott." He said again with a little more force in his voice.

It got no reaction from the beta, Scott just kept staring at him, lips forming words but none of them could be hear, Derek wasn't even sure he was saying anything.

Derek saw Scott look down at himself, eyes widening when Scott realized that he was still naked and the scent of fear, shame and quilt became stronger. The teen looked at the exit but Derek stepped forward and blocked it.

He was trying to be calm, he had to be calm. It didn't help that Scott reeked of fear, it made the Alpha in him want to comfort their pack mate but he pushed the instinct away, he couldn't come close to Scott, the pup was afraid of him.

He stared wide eyed at the teen as he fought against his instincts. When he tried to take a step forward again, Scott whimpered and gave a pathetic snarl in Derek's direction, before he tried to merge with the cement wall behind him.

"Scott, it's okay. I didn't mean to hurt you, I would never do that to you, please. I'm not Peter, I promise to never do that to you again, I was angry, you ran away from us. Please," he tried to say all while looking at Scott with his most pleading eyes and tried to send waves of safety and comfort through their bond. But it felt like he had hit a thick brick wall when he did it.

"Scott," he whimpered and pressed against the bond, but Scott kept resisting him, kept pushing him away.

"You know why he never killed me?" came a small voice from the pup and Derek almost fainted in relief.

He shook his head and sat down against the wall longest away from Scott.

"He said that he knew I would never be his, not really. That if he killed me then you would die too, that you were the only one that stood between him and my death," Scott said lowly and looked up at Derek from between his fingers.

Derek shook his head and hid it in his hands. Where were all these feelings coming from? He had never felt like this towards any of his betas, what made Scott so special?

What made it so hard to resist him?

A soft press and a whine against his neck made him tense for just a second before he relaxed again and allowed a small smile to graze his lips.

As soon as he removed his hands from his head and leaned back against the wall, Scott immediately pressed up against him and Derek couldn't stop himself from laying an arm around the teen and yanking him closer, almost hugging him, almost laughing when Scott only tensed before relaxing again.

"I'm not Peter Scott. Tell me what you dreamt about?"

The reply was a whine and he could feel his shirt being fisted and Scott's head pressed closer. A heavy sniff and a cheek rubbing against his face alerted him and made him look down at Scott in surprise.

"Are you scent marking me Scott?" he asked.

Scott blushed and ducked his head and a strong scent of embracement filled the room, chasing away some of the fear and shame.

"No."

He rolled his eyes and pulled Scott up to look him in the eyes.

"There's nothing wrong with it Scott, I don't mind it," he said and moved so they laid back on the mattress, Scott curled around him, his head pressed firmly against his collarbone and he refused to let go of the Alpha, finally feeling whole again, and before they knew it, they were both asleep, Derek's arms holding Scott as close to him as he possible could, none of them noticed a very smug looking Isaac looking at them from the entrance of the car.

"Finally," he muttered and walked away.

Isaac POV.

He rolled his eyes and walked out of the train car, the smile on his face still intact.

He had feared that when he discovered what Peter had done to his friend that Scott would never admit that he had had a crush on the Alpha ever since, well, a long time.

He shook his head and laid back down on his mattress to sleep.

A/N.
Uh, sorry for the major delay, I had the chapter written already Sunday but then I got ill and didn't have the energy to edit it.
So, I'll be trying to write the Scerek into the story now. Can you imagine their surprise when they wake up from their little nap? I'm laughing so hard right now.
Anyway, review, I simply live and breathe for them.