A/N: And here's the next installment. Sorry it took a little longer than I intended. Thanks to all those who read and reviewed!

Chapter 2

"You're cute when you're mad," Mason said.

Damon growled, a low animalistic sound, and struggled harder at those words. For a moment his hands were free, but a second later, a bewildered Damon found himself on his stomach with Mason again pinning his hands and sitting over him. Damon felt the other man's hard cock against his backside, and he struggled again. No, oh no. This was not happening.

Mason held Damon down easily, and he knelt and nuzzled at Damon's ear before whispering, "I know what you are. I can smell it, and I don't like you hunting on my territory." He paused before adding teasingly, "Don't you just love the scent of vervain?"

"The incense," Damon muttered as he finally put two and two together. That was why he had no strength in his body. "Who are you?" he added suspiciously as another attempt to dislodge the other man failed. Weak as he felt, he was still certain that Mason was stronger than any human he had ever encountered. He wasn't a vampire or the vervain would affect him too, so what was he?

Apparently annoyed at Damon's struggles, Mason locked his fingers in Damon's thick hair and jerked his head up with painful force. Damon stifled a moan at the rough handling. His whole body burned with sensations he couldn't control. He had to get out of this, turn the tables somehow, he thought desperately.

"This is my territory that you've been feeding in," Mason repeated as he twisted Damon to bare the vampire's neck. Damon's stomach turned at the position of helpless submission that he found himself in, and he wasn't sure if it was dread or desire that pooled in his gut. Or both. "Just be glad it's not the full moon," the other man added as Damon thought, What the fuck?

"I thought about just killing you," Mason continued. "I still could. It would be damned easy right now." Damon felt a shudder pass through him at the realization that Mason was right. "But I know your reputation, and I thought this might be more fun. It looks like I was right." His voice was directly in Damon's ear again as he added, "I'm going to make you my bitch."

This time Damon was afraid that he was trembling as much with anticipation as with fear and anger. He didn't let anyone dominate him, not since Katherine. He was determined that he would never be the same man – the same boy – whom Katherine had controlled so easily, had made feel those things. No, when he freed Katherine from the tomb, he would show her he was entirely different now as a vampire, and she would fall for him, really and truly this time. He didn't submit to anyone, not any more.

Except he was still pinned under Mason on the bed, and the other man was nuzzling at his neck now, teasing a spot that shot a lightning bolt of desire through Damon. Without warning, dull human teeth tore into Damon's skin. This wasn't a love bite, this was a predator claiming his prey, and Damon was the prey. His hips bucked involuntarily, and he moaned loudly, then hated himself for his body's betrayal. Mason wasn't a vampire, after all, and he didn't drink Damon's blood. But his tongue did trace along Damon's neck as he licked away the blood, and the sensation of having his blood tasted went straight to Damon's groin. Damon could feel the messy wound on his neck healing sluggishly, the vervain that pervaded the room affecting Damon's healing just as it had stolen his body's strength, and Damon knew that he had been outsmarted and overpowered. He felt the tip of Mason's tongue trace along his neck one more time before the other man sat up, still straddling the vampire. Damon winced at the low whine of submission that came from his own throat.

Damon was trembling wildly now, and Mason slid down his body with a pleased little chuckle. His big hands traced possessively down Damon's back and over the curve of his ass to his thighs. Another moan slipped from Damon's lips as the sensation lit his skin on fire. Mason had already brought him to climax once, and his body wanted more. "On your knees," Mason ordered.

Damon obeyed shakily, getting his knees under him and pressing his ass up into the air. "Please," he muttered before he could stop himself, not sure whether he was begging Mason not to do this or to take him immediately.

Warm hands roamed tantalizingly over Damon's bare ass, and then Mason finally inserted a finger. Damon bit down on his cry at the sharp pain. He felt another wave of panic. He remembered how big Mason was, and there was no way he wanted that thing inside of him, but he didn't seem to have any ability to resist. Mason inserted a second finger, probing and scissoring. Damon closed his eyes, then gasped as one of Mason's fingers brushed a spot inside of him that brought a wave of pleasure unlike anything Damon had felt. He wanted more, and he pushed back involuntarily against Mason's hand. The man had the audacity to laugh. "Told you this was going to be fun," he said, and Damon remembered that he didn't like the guy. But fuck if this didn't feel amazing.

Mason added a third finger, and Damon's whine was all pleasure this time. Then suddenly he was empty, and he felt bereft for just a moment until something wet probed at his entrance. "Relax," Mason told him, and Damon tried to obey.

Mason pushed into him, slow and steady, and Damon gasped again at the pain. "Ah, fuck," he groaned. It hurt, but it also felt amazing as Mason filled him, rolling his hips slowly to let Damon adjust and hitting that spot again. "Fuck, Mason." The mix of pain, pleasure, humiliation was like nothing Damon had felt in a hundred years. Mason began to thrust hard, slamming into the smaller man over and over again with force that went far beyond what a human could exert – or take. But Damon could take it, and every thrust sent waves of pleasure rolling through his body. Decades of being in control, decades of being careful – at least a little – slipped away as Damon lost himself in sensation multiplied a hundredfold.

Damon gave himself over to the pleasure, sloppy and helpless with it. Mason shifted their positions more than once, moving Damon like a marionette and finding a new angle that only drew another moan or cry from Damon. Just when he didn't know how much more even he could handle, Mason jerked him up and reached around to grasp Damon's own erection in his big hand. He began to rub Damon in time with his thrusts, and his voice was back in Damon's ear. "Scream my name as you come," he said roughly.

Obedient, Damon came with a loud cry, spilling over his stomach and Mason's hand. Mason's teeth dug into Damon's neck again at that moment, and Damon had never felt so fully possessed in his life, completely at Mason's mercy. A second later, Mason came hard, warm liquid pumping into Damon in yet another act of claiming the vampire as his.

They both crashed down onto the bed. Mason landed on top of Damon, and Damon just lay there under him, powerless and gasping for air. After a moment, Mason pulled out of him, and Damon felt horribly empty. Another small sound escaped his throat, and he felt Mason chuckle breathlessly. Damon felt utterly debauched, his body so wrung out and weak that he didn't think he could move even if he wanted to. The bed was soft under him, and Mason's powerful body still rested against his. He decided he didn't need to move.

After a long moment of resting there, Damon felt teeth scrape his neck again, then Mason's hot breath on his ear. He shivered helplessly. "Leave," the wolf whispered, voice rough. "This was your only warning. If I ever see you again, I'll assume you want this to happen many more times."

He flipped Damon over then and kissed him. It wasn't a gentle post-coital kiss. Mason's body pressed down on Damon's and his mouth plundered the vampire's, a predator staking his claim. Damon could only lie there and take it, and he moaned as he felt desire bunch in his stomach. Mason nibbled at his lower lip one last time before pulling away. "I wouldn't mind that," the wolf said. Damon struggled to remember what the other man had been saying over the way his body still buzzed with desire. Mason stood up and smiled that sinister smile, his eyes raking over Damon's naked form spread out beneath him. "You can be my bitch anytime."

Damon watched silently as Mason dressed quickly and slipped out. He sprawled there, stunned, his body desperately weak from the vervain still filling the room and the aftermath of his best orgasms in decades. Maybe ever. Cum leaked from his ass as he struggled to get his bearings. What the fuck had just happened to him?

He wanted to move now, to crawl to his clothes and out of there, but the vervain in the air was only getting thicker. His body wouldn't obey him, and Damon could only shiver on the bed, unable to get his muscles to function. Finally, he passed out.