A/N: Very Strong Language. Very Adult scenes.

He walked into the meeting room. Trying to feel Super -motivated, but he felt cringeworthy and nervous. In that room, Mason the Youngest. He was the only minority, and he was the only person that had been a Hunter for less than Two Years. Those facts alone meant that he could kiss Goodbye to any promotions, but then again, there was always next year.

"The Arrow's can be lethal. But they are just set to stun. We're making them Five Inches smaller than the previous templates" He told his group.

"Firing from Gun and Bow?" His Boss John asked.,

"Guns, Bow nunchucks, Blade, chains, Tanks, anything" Mason said.

"Wolfbane injectable?" Cara asked.

"Any Liquid hopefully. Creators are looking into containing acid into it" Mason said.

He saw the the impressed faces and answered a few more Questions. He was able to give them a Blue-print of the new arrow model which got a round of applause. Was Mason finally being taken seriously? He walked out of there, confident that his colleagues had faith in him. Now he'd worked hard, it was time to play hard.

He'd made up his mind on going to Sinema. He'd had a good time with Liam in the past, they played cool music. When he got there, He'd spent a while in a corner, sipping a Strawberry sriratcha. He stared at a Guy with a Scorpion Tattoo on his neck when he felt someone rub his shoulders.

"Hi How you doing?" The Guy asked.

There was bad news and Good news about this visitor. The Good News was this Guy was by far the hottest Guy in the Club. He looked like a model from a magazine. Sure Mason blushed at the attention. But changed his mind when he could see the bad news. He forcefully smiled at the good looking Guy, but moved away from him.

"We can take our drinks and go somewhere private. I'm Brett by the way" Brett said holding out his hand.

Mason didn't take it. "You're a Were...right?" He asked.

"Wow, that was quick"

"Yeah as quick as my dick going limp. I'm not interested" Mason told him.

Unfortunately both Guys knew that it was a lie. Mason was so embarrased that he couldn't look this tall blonde hottie in the eye. Brett laughed, and Mason stretched his fingers around his Margarita glass. The Were inched so close to him that their arms were touching.

"Maybe you can wrap those fingers around me sometime?" Brett said pointing to the glass.

"I told you. Piss off" Mason warned.

"Why? I can feel your attraction from across the room"

"And you'll be feeling a Wolfbane Scythe in your neck if you don't the hint" Mason gave him a Little Growl of his own.

The Were laughed. "So there's nothing I can do to lure you?"

"Typical Were. You'd have to earn me" Mason said. He moved away from Brett. The Were got the hint. The second he walked away Girls were throwing themsleves at Brett, running to his side and grabbing his waist. They obviously didn't see the chemistry between them. Or they did and were trying to top it.

An hour alone, and Mason was about to go home, when he felt someone's chin on his shoulder.

"I can't believe a hottie like you is single" The Guy said.

He introduced himself as Lucas. The Guy was broad Muscular, with a Sexy smile that made Mason's legs tremble. Why that night he decided to throw caution to the wind, he didn't know. All he knew was that he liked the way this "Lucas" looked at him, like he wanted to eat him in one gulp. That's probably why he didn't complain when Lucas took him by the arm to the back of the Club.

He was enjoying Lucas' kissing and the firm biting against his neck.

"You taste great" Lucas grunted.

"I try to" Mason smirked.

"You should come to mine"

"Aren't we fine here?" Mason's asked, Surprised by this Guy for being so forward.

"No, I don't..." Mason wished that he'd said yes, when he saw Lucas being thrown to the side dof the room like Trash. As soon as Lucas' body banged against the floor Mason rushed towards him, but then got scooped up like a child.

"Get off me Blondie!" Mason yelled as Brett, picked him up.

Mason wriggled out of his grip and spun around. As he saw Stingers come out of Lucas' arm. He cringed before pulling out his gun. He shot Lucas' once and walked away.

"What was that?" Brett asked following him.

"It was a Stun Gun, don't worry he's not dead"

"I don't mean that. I know a stun Gun when I see one. I mean why go back to the Guy... he was trouble"

"Right. And I would have figured that out, without you" Mason said. He pulled open the door. The humid breese slapped his face, and flickered his shirt up. He cursed as Brett peeked.

"I'll take it from here" Mason said getting out his phone.

"Are you kidding? The Dreads Doctors already have him. You know that"

"Whatever" Mason said walking away. He had to tell his Superiors about Lucas, he'd just have to lie about where he saw him. He began calling his leader, John, when his phone was gone.

"Hey!" he yelled at Brett who now had his phone in his hand.

"Let's go to mine" Brett said,

"No way" Mason called.

"Why not? I think I've earned that, don't you?" Brett said,