"I can be cold, I can be ruthless, you know I can be just like you" - Just like you, by Three days Grace.

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Mason is surprised the fangs have come out this early. But then again, they haven't had sex in three weeks, maybe more? He grips the fitted sheet as his boyfriend begins to enter him. Despite the lube, he still feels hot. "Relax" Theo mutters about above him, with a pleasant growl that feels reserved for the bedroom only. His clammy hand grips his shoulder as Mason feels him edge himself deeper. Sure it's a little hard to loosen up when his boyfriend his hiking up his shirt from the back.

He doesn't like Theo looking at his body. Even the back of it. Compared to Theo's six pack, he always feels like a lard-ass. He reaches from behind and pulls the T-shirt down.

"Ahh...spoilsport!"

"Thee I want the lights off" Before the last "f" jogs out of his lips the lights are off. Mason opens his legs a little wider. His boyfriend's lighty playing with his nipples. The human's moans get louder as his boyfriend fully accepts the VIP passes and enters softly, yet with visceral intent.

"I'm gonna fucking ruin you"

"Is that a promise?"

"I'm rewarding you Mase, but you've been far from good. Why has it taken this long to fuck?"

"You tell me, Mr over-time?"

"Woah, you're not blaming me for this drought! I told you I'd fuck you anywhere"

"Thee the last time you propistisioned me, was in a phone box next to a busy vegan resturant!"

"So, beggars can't be choosers. And I intend to make you beg for my dick. Wanna take a bet on how fast you'll crack?" Theo grins licking the back of his neck, as the thrusting begins, humble compared to the challenge that's risen from his mouth. "Tell me if I'm hurting, I'll stop"

"I don't want you to. As for begging for your dick? Bite me!" Mason hurls that jab into the air. Smiling as he feels the tip of fangs graze his shoulder. "Fuck, Theee!" There an awkward pause in the action as the younger man's phone starts ringing.

"Answer that, and I'll you alive!" Theo growls.

"Full of good news tonight aren't we handsome?" Mason chuckles. Theo responses sby pinning Mason lightly to the bed, nipping his shoulder. Lightly pricking that pristine black skin. Looking for a pressure point to sink into...

"Harder, pleaaassse Thee"

"Are you begging for me?" Theo licks his collar-bones with vigour and a river of saliva.

Oh yes, you win okay?"

"I always do. Turn over I wanna..." He turns from horny to puzzled to upset when he turns Mason over and finds him typing on his phone.

"Woa...please tell me you haven't been texting this whole time!"

"Just a quick text! It's Brett! Apparently..."

Theo can't remember the last time he pulled out so quickly. Maybe when Alison told him that she was on the rag. But nope, this was time was faster. Before his boyfriend can explain anything his jogging bottoms are on a navy blue T-shirt is thrown over his neck. "WHAT THE FUCK MASE!"

"Baby, listen to me, apparently Decaulion and Satomi are merging packs! This is fucking intense! this is the biggest town news since the Alpha pack arrived!"

"I told you, that tonight was our night! I said NO PHONES!" Theo barks.

"You know how much of a big deal this is! I told you Brett would me updated!"

"Of course, and when Brett barks, you answer right!" His boyfriend asks.

"This is not the time to get into a non existent pissing compeition! You're pissed! Come over here and punish me for it!"

"No way, call Brett, and Satomi while your at it, you know, since pack politics gets you harder than I do!"

"Theeee, don't be petty! Next Friday, I'll got a long weekend? I'll make it up to you!"

"That's what you said six fucking weeks ago! God! You've always been a little shy. Kinda revelled in being this precious frigid little flower. But I'm soooo goddamn tired of having to get on hand and paw and beg you for sex!"

"And you call Stiles over-dramatic!"

"I wanna spend time with you only you! I don't wanna fuck you on a Satomi conference call! You couldn't even put the phone down for me!"

"This isn't just about you! Brett has been worried about this for months!"

"Ohhh! Well! I understand Mase, Brett's having a bad day so the whole world's gotta fucking stop!"

"Listen, Brett and I have got a table booked at "Sterling's" next Thursday. Come join us babe?"

"The same Sterling's that you refused to go to with me?" Theo replies with a unfriendly grin. We're you complaining that Decaulion runs it? That the resturant is basically ran on blood money?"

"I was investigating Ennis at the time-"

So it's a dodgy place, when I asked you? But Brett asks and all of a sudden the Narcos resturant is great? Get the fuck out of here!"

"I'll just..make us some coffee"

"No Mase, literally pack some stuff and get the fuck out"

"WHATTTT!"

That, that high-school crush? Those first time feelings that you have for Brett is like a wolf-bane tipped arrow" Theo explains, tugging the T-shirt down over his body. "You can take the arrow out. You can drain or burn most of the wolf-bane out. Though you always know in the back of your mind that they're droplets still in you"

"Theee"

"Whether it's in the epidermis of the skin, or the infecting the intraspinal muscle. Yeah guess who took AP Biology too by the way. It's always there. Dormant. Waiting for a slight movement. Or a chemistry imbalance. Waiting for your defense system to wear out so it can take over. What half I been for the last year Mase? A fucking Beta place-holder until Six foot three Brett, jumps through the fucking window? Fuck that!"

"Theo!"

"No, you stay, actually, I'm gonna pack"

"No, No! You asked me to leave! I'll leave, I'll give you space!" Mason jumps up with agile speed of his own and starts packing. Never one to be outdone, The chimera calls his boss. Moment's later he goes downstairs. Mason follows him, to the front door. The supernatural goes outside into the limo that's waiting for him.

Patty always made sure you could leave in Style.

"Theee!" Mason runs out into the pavement, almost falling because he has one slipper on. Theo notices but doesn't hold his arm out to steady him. "This is crazy! We've had one little argument that we'll forget in the morning. Don't be hotheaded! You can't leave hills over this!"

"I'm not leaving Beacon hills dumbass" Theo gets into the car and rolling down the window. Texting on his phone in the process. "I'm not leaving my home, my job or my pack. I'm just leaving you" Theo says simply, as he rolls the window back up, the limo speeds off obedientantly into the night.