Disclaimer: I Don't own anything, blah, blah, blah. I hope the nice people at CW don't sue me.
A/N: Thanks to my awesome new beta, Poppy Salvatore-Ozera. Slash, reading discretion advised.
Rage.
It comes to him.
It consumes him.
It controls him.
It destroys him.
Rage.
He honestly tries to make sure it doesn't get the best of him. Although being Tyler Lockwood, there is little 'best' in him.
He roughly presses his lips against chapped ones, their hot breath mingling.
Any and every small thing had the ability to send him spiraling into fury.
Tyler runs a hand through dark hair, pulling at it.
He can't understand why. Why does it happen to him? It's not like he wanted to be angry 24/7.
He hears a guttural grunt and he finds their bodies pressing closer together.
Three varsity sports. Exercising four times a week. Nothing seems to work.
Sharp teeth bite down on Tyler's tongue and his eyes fly open.
Throwing stuff works. Hitting stuff works. Punching people works.
Tyler's pupils are dilated, but his dark brown iris seems to blend with the blackness of his pupil. He freezes, panting for air.
Pretty girls in tight shirts and short skirts work.
It's not some half-drunk, busty giggling junior he's pressed against.
Vickie Donovan helped. She was sly and sexy and skillful in bed. Although they usually didn't even make it to the bed.
He takes a step back, staring into brown eyes just like his. They're blank and Tyler blinks.
Usually, it's rage with just a candy-coating of lust.
No. He's supposed to be staring at a buxom blond with soft pale skin. But instead there's a boy, standing awkwardly and expressionless. Arms thick with muscles and a head of unkempt hair.
Usually, he doesn't even know why he's so angry.
Jeremy-fucking-Gilbert.
But there are those times when he does know why he's so angry. Like when he finds himself making out with Jeremy Gilbert. No, not because he's a boy or because it's that weird emo-punk wannabe who was infatuated with Vicki Donovan, but because he finds himself enjoying every second of it.
A/N: First real slash fiction. What did you think? Like it? Hate it? I'm falling in love with all things Tyler Lockwood/Michael Trevino. Oh, and Jeremy is becoming a favorite character as well. It's true. Damon, Stefan, and Elena are just not working for me right now. Although I did enjoy those sweet Caroline/Stefan scenes. Ugh, Bonnie. Just kill the damn bitch. Oops, I meant witch.