A/N: Merry Christmas, Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, Ramadan and other Holidays Readers!

Scott couldn't tell him the real reason. It would be too embarassing. Mason would laugh in his face. He was sure of it. The Moon was laughing at him in the sky. But he couldn't think of revealing himself now. His pain in his thigh was burning sharply. Why he'd decided to take Lukas on, God only knew.

"Are you okay with me leaning on you?" Scott asks.

"I'm gonna have to be, you're not healed yet" Mason said.

He was clutching Scott by the waist, trying to keep him up right. He was trying to charge forward with one leg. Sure it would be better if he was with another Were. The Strength would have come in handy. But he's pleased Mason's here.

Almost a little too pleased.

Scott groans as he nearly trips over a solid trunk. He holds his arm out to steady himself. Darkness is taking over and he needs to smell the familiar scent of home. He leaned into Mason sniffing his sweat, his confusion, his worry. It calms him down for some weird reason.

"So,...is there any reason that you're out in the woods this late?"

"Sorry Dad. I was just out walking with a friend" Mason teases.

Scott chuckles. "Mason, you don't have to hide that kind of stuff from me. If this Guy is more than just a friend..."

"He wasn't. He...Clay. Is really just a friend. And we all know that the Guys that I like, have put me in the friendzone forever"

Mason gives him a weak smile. It hurts Scott to see that Mason for now, feels like he's going to be alone for good. It couldn't be more further from the truth. He has to make him see that. The Smells of Beacon hills are beckoning him, they're getting closer to the school, step by step.

"You're Stuck in the Friend-zone?" Scott asked.

"Yep. Hot, Sexy, Guys just don't see me in that way"

"Do you want to bet your life on that?" Scott said.

Mason stops his tracks. Puzzled by the question. Scott takes the opportunity by the fangs. He never ever gets to see Mason alone. Before he can push him away, Scott's pulling him closer by his shirt. His hands are sliding against his stomach, scrapping upwards over Mason's chest. His fangs release, digging into Mason's lips. He's pressing his lips against his, craving the sophomore's saliva. Before running his hand against Mason's belt.

"Scott!" Mason yells. Waking him up from this primal fuel taking over his body.

"Mase..I'm sorry!...I know, I should have known better what with Liam. I know that I need to be in control but...I don't even know, well yeah I do know why I did that... but I should have asked you first, and didn't mean to literally turn on you. I'd never hurt you. Not even for kinky reasons...shit, I can't believe I've just said that! Just forget I said anything. Or did anything...I'm sorry!"

He limps off, back home. Ignoring Mason calling his name. By the time he strips off and gets in the shower. His scorpion wound has completely healed.