Kiss me, K-K-Kiss me,

Infect me with your love and fill me with your poision,

Take me, T-T-Take me,

Wanna be your victim,

Ready for abduction?" /Katy Perry [ET]


Theo switches on the TV and scans through netfilx. He clicks on "What the Health" for Mason's benefit. He's been asking him to watch it for a while now. He nods about the bad affects of meat. He remembers preying on pigs at an abandoned farm once. Yes they tasted like shit literally. Not that this was going to put him off freshly cooked meat though. A chimera's got to eat and he was never really a salad guy.

He listens to the doctors and surgeons getting hysterical over pork, when he sees Mason's figure in the corner of his eye.

"So...how do I look? This is what I'm finally getting married in!" Mason squeals.


Theo's heart sinks. Mason's looks good, too good, good enough for Theo to turn right now and eat the human whole. He's dressed in a tailor made tuxedo. Black Navy with a blue crisp shirt that Theo wants to rip off... badly. Everything looks to clean, fresh, new, it smells freshly ironed. Mason looks so excited and his smile is contagious, but Theo fights the emotion away. He's got to pretend he doesn't give a shit. He got to be polite, not over the top.

"Give me your honest opinion"

"Looks kind of cheap" Theo nods.


"Scott bought it, so I doubt that. What you think of the style?" Mason asked

"No comment"

"The wolf handkerchief is cool right?" Mason asks pointing.

"Corny you mean. Everyone knows you're marrying Scooby Doo so..." Theo smirks getting up.

He senses Mason's discomfort and anger, before swiftly going to the door.


"Take your shit off, you don't wanna crease it" Theo advises.

"I still want you there. You're welcome to crash our wedding at anytime. Have a safe journey tomorrow" Mason says.

He turns his back on him and Theo gets ready to leave. He really does. Until the sharp smell of a scented soap flares his nostrils. He sharply turns around to see Mason without a shirt on. His heart pounds and his brain is screaming no, but his brain is the last organ he's listening to. He opens the living room door. Pauses. Then shuts it. Being as quiet as he can , he creeps over to Mason. Who's now reaching for a T-shirt that he 'd just brought out.

Theo takes off his jacket, he dumps it on the floor and wraps an arm around the human's waist. He can smell the tension as he licks his neck. He fangs come out. He chuckles to himself. He thought he'd have more self control, but Mason's flawless black skin, that innocent gasp that flows out of his lips is too much to bear. He leans up against him, stroking his stomach. Pressed up against his ass, so that he can feel how attracted to him he is right now. With Mason shirtless this was the only time he'd ever get to do or feel, touch, sense, smell anything. Tomorrow he'd be gone, alone, with just bitterness and memories.

He had to make this moment count.


He retracts his fangs and licks his neck again, before sucking on him, softly at first, before the sucking turned into gentle biting.

"Theo, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Mason fumes.

"What does it feel like?" Theo paused, dropping his arm to his side.

"It feels good" Mason sighed. "That's the problem"