Shit. He can't get his key in the door.

He groans. Twisting the key until it snaps. Stupid superhuman strength. He lengthens his claws fiddling with the lock until it springs open. He swipes against the wall for the light. His room-mate is gonna lose his shit, it's a freshly painted wall. There's no point in grasping for lights. He pushes open the door and the lamps are already on. Great. He can go to the bathroom, borrow a pair of tweeers and slowly take this arrow head out of...

"Thee! It's midnight! Where the hell where you?" Mason shrieks, rising out of the chair with a first aid kit clutched to his chest.

"Relax daddy! Dec paired with me your stupid ass ex! He nearly got us all killed!"

"You weren't even supposed to be out! You know Gabe and his goons are torturing any wolves that creep out after curfew!"

"I'm not a kid! Gabe can kiss my genetically dual ass!" Theo marches to the bathroom taking items of clothes off with each step. His shirt is the last item to take off as he opens the upper cabinet. He looks around for them until he gets a squeeze on the shoulder.

"Sit on the tub, man, I'll take it out" Mason waves the tweezers in his face and reluctantly the chimera steadies himself on the tub. "Hmmm...don't make this shit worse!" He growls as Mason softly braces him around the hip, before wiping the tweezers with disinfectant.

"The amount of guys I've helped out, don't worry I'm a pro!"

"Not too many guys I hope. I cherish my slutty reputation. Don't take it away from me" Theo grits his teeth as the human digs into the wound, teasing out the metal with a determined look on his face.

"Your flirtatious rep as kind of gone to hell though?" Mason asks, massaging the chimera's shoulder with his middle finger and thumb. It feel nice, the supernatural almost has to warn himself not to purr.

"What?"

"You've barely brought anyone home in months. You losing your touch?"

"No way!"

"You've got a secret lover?"

"Yeah, like anyone can keep a secret in beacon hills!" His fangs pop out as shards of pain clash on the right side of his chest. He braces himself against Mason, who wraps an arm around him before getting back to his mission.

"You can tell me anything, I'd accept anyone you're seeing with open arms"

"I know, you'd accept anything from me, even when I don't accept myself" Proping himself still on the tub, his hand accidently grases the human's ass.

"Dude! Hands above the waist!" Mason smirks.

"I wouldn't have to cop a feel, if you didn't take forever to get this fucker out" Theo runs a hand across his sweaty forehead. His pores always erupting with sweat everytime Mason entered a room. Frustrating and of course so unsexy.

"I took it out a few seconds ago" He puts the back of his palm against the pale man's forehead. "Get something to eat, I'll run you a bath" Mason opens the first aid box, grabbing a pack of bandages, before he can clean and apply anything, Theo's blood-smeared hand wraps around his.

"Why do you care so hard?" He asks, squinting at him as swelling tickles his jaw.

"You mean so much?" Mason guessed. "You know me, being hollistic hewitt, we can't let Monroe and her psychotic army win"

"I meant hard" Theo corrects. You work hard, you battle hard to protect your friends. You love hard. You should waste your worry on me. Go on holiday Mase, live it up! Play hard!"

"How do you sense the strength of love? I only ask, because I don't think I've felt it?"

"I call Bullshit! Corey?" Theo splutter as Mason finally gets out the plasters and bandages and neatly covers his wound.

"High school sweethearts do not equal love. When I feel it, I'll know I guess. Have you?"

"Have I what?" Theo asks, zooming to the doorframe, like he's never been a part of this conversation.

"Love, Thee. Has the thunderbolt of love ever struck?"

Really? That's a question that he need to ask himself. Sure when Mason makes him coffee in the morning, he gets butterflies. When he has a sick day, and Liam can't be there, Theo secretly jumps at the chance to look after him, to hold him, to care for him. However that's not love is it? It's like. Well, He likes sniffing the human's clothes when he's not there. He likes jerking off to fantasises of what he'd like to do. Of what he'd like to say to the human if he'd had the balls.

Friends with benefit was a insult, yet so was bringing every Tom, Nikki and Ally home to bang through the walls while Mase watched horror movies. That's one of the many reasons why he'd put a stop to that. So now one night stands were fading out, what came next?"

"Thee...are you okay?"

"Always"

"You gonna tell me, which lucky girl makes your heart skip a beat?"

"I'm hungry!" Theo sighs going to the kitchen in nothing but his boxers shorts. He comes out with large wholemeal sandwich which contains the half of the fridge. He walks out, about to offer Mason half, when he sees him. Crouching over his work jacket. The supernatural frowns as delicate black hands are searching in his pockets.

"What the heck are you doing? I didn't get any numbers tonight!"

"I want your...there!" Mason yells triumphantly pulls out Theo's phone. He unlocks it and goes straight to his contact.

"Wait...what the fuck!"

"I'm just texting Deucalion. It's too dangerous to have you doing all these "'jobs" right now. We're cutting him off. He can get another lackey to do his dirty work at nightfall"

Theo immediately drops the plate and grabs him by the shirt. Mason repsonds by putting the phone behind his back.

"This isn't a fucking game!"

"I know! This is about YOUR fucking safety. Not one text from him by the way! He doesn't give a fuck about you Thee. It's time to fire him. Before he fires you!"

"You can't toy around with Dec pass me my fucking phone!"

"No! I'm sticking to this like grilled cheese on a panini! He can't use you like..." Mason garbles over his words as Theo tackles him to the floor, eyes glowing, claws now digging into Mason's shoulder"

"Thhhheeeee!"

"Your stupidity will get us killed! Theo roars withdrawing his claws before twisting Mason's arm at a painfully awkward angle.

"FUCK!" Mason yells,

"Please! Don't make me break your fucking arm!" He swipes his phone from underneath his room-mates armpit and rolls up onto his feet. He clicks the phone to life about to look at the "sent box" when a clawed hand slices his cheek into raw hamburger meat. He tries to fight back but it's ridiculous. As angry as he is, he can't compete with an alpha, as bitch made as he thinks this one is.

"Mase!"

"Don't you DARE say his fucking name!" Scott spit out, grabbing Theo by the neck, he hoists him up into the air like an unruly toddler. "Liam would have been here, but he's on PTO!" Scott smiles shyly at Mason, before throwing Theo into the wall and denting his nose with a question mark kick to the face.