A/N Very Strong Language and adult scenes.

A/N: Borrowed some lines from Tumblr

He walks in, exhausted and ready for a hot bath.

Why couldn't he be like liam? Why couldn't he run around the obstable course ten times without getting out of breath? There's no way Raeken would pick him for the Ultra combat team. Raeken hated humans enough as it was. He walks through the door and wipes his shoes on the mat before taking them off. He shakes his coat off. It still smells of sweat. He walks down the hallway, he creeps past the kitchen, to get to the washing machine, when he sees a figure out of the corner of his eye.

"Oh hello?" Mason takes two steps back as his eyes get larger.

"Hey" Scott says casually. "How was the fateful training day?"

"Uhhh..." Mason had lot of complaints. He had no stamina, was getting teased by Brett Talbot everyday and fell flat on his face in front of Kira. Though he couldn't open his mouth to say any of that. As his boyfriend was lounging around on the kitchen table legs agape wearing a new tailor made Lacrosse jersey, and...well and nothing else.

"Intense!"

"You like?"

"Wow do I! It's not my birthday man!"

"It may as well be, you know that idea you had to bring Halwyn back?"

"Yeah?"

"It was an amazing idea! It really paid off and he's gonna be a badass attorney!" Scott announced. "Patty loves me!"

"Awesome"

"Yeah, inviting me out to lunch, serving me homemade fresh omolettes! She's totally up my ass. Now it's time for me to return the favour" Scott smiles before he reveals his fangs. "Get over here" The human doesn't have to be told twice. He races onto the table as his boyfriend reverses him onto his ass. "Take your clothes off, one by one"

"Where's the fun in that?" Mason pouts. "You can just rip them off me. I mean that's what your hands are best at" He reaches for Scott's hand jutting up his index finger. He waits until the claw shrinks back before putting in in his mouth. He chuckles around the digit as his partner pulls it out.

"You know how much that drives me crazy"

The human starts unbuttoning his shirt with Scott still rubbing his shoulders. The kitchen wasn't the warmest room in the house, but it didn't stop him from lifting his T-shirt up to his chest. "Good boy!" Scott mutters running his hand down his stomach. "What kinda reward do you want?" He questions.

"Come on, you know!" Mason leans back on his elbows and laughs.

"I want you to tell me. You're cute when you're panting for it"

"Come up and I'll whisper it to you?" Mason asks, licking his bottom lip as Scott crawls on top off him, his firm ass hanging out of the red jersey. A brief sniff of his hair before brushing against his cheek. The human instantly licks his ear, trying to make his tone low and husky as possible.

"Bite me"

"Say please..." Scott whispers back.

"Please boys, I hate to bother you both at this ungodly hour. But needs must. I just assumed you two were having cosy Netflix nights in. I assumed wrong?" Decaulion comes out of nowhere staring at them like a puzzled real estate client.

"What the fu-" Scott can barely finish his sentence as he rolls off the kitchen table in shock. His boyfriend calmly gets up from the table and desperately tries to find his clothes. They're not under the table. He takes a confused step back and bumps into another arrogant asshole. Raeken.

"Here's your clothes sir!" Theo grins.

"Oh...well..." Mason takes them from him, refusing to say thanks.

"You don't have to dress Mase. Unlike Decaulion I would have knocked after you'd finished. I was happily enjoying the view!"

"Fuck YOU!" Mason snarls, storming around the kitchen table to get away from this prick. Both men turn away to change as Mason gets dressed and the alpha awkwardly tries to cover his crown jewels with oven gloves.

"Dec, I told you, that you just couldn't come over WHENEVER!" Scott yells. "I don't give a fuck if you are the biggest baddest demon wolf!"

"It's urgent. We'd like to intiate another Alpha. Check out her story, see what she's about. We can't do that without you" Decaulion asks.

"You couldn't just text?" Mason asks.

"She edgy, and clearly lying through her teeth" Decaulion goes on, ignoring Mason like he's not even there. "You've got an invisible third eye McCall. This Lacrosse kitchen caressing will have to be put on hold" He orders.

"Sure" Scott huffs, but nods.

"Babe!" Mason snaps.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise"

"Yeah right!" Scott tries to kiss him, but he moves away. With oven gloves fastened to his privates Scott jets upstairs to get changed. With important matters to attend to, Decaulion goes to the car. Irritated Mason goes to fridge and gets out a carton of Cranberry juice.

"Scott maybe gone a while. I could pop in, check in on you" Reaken offers.

"Again, fuck you Theo" Mason said calmly as he opens the cupboard for a glass. He puts the glass on the side before walking out of the kitchen. His boyfriend is now in the living room. Ready for work. Fully clothed in a sharp suit. His rucksack in his hand with god knows how many clothes.

"I'll text you as soon as I get to wherever"

"You better" Mason said flatly.

"Bye babe!" Scott waves.

"See ya" Mason sighs as Scott leaves and gently closes the door. Why did he do that? Why did he he have to go at Dec's beck and call? Sure, Scott couldn't show up to dinner with his parents. He "accidently" missed the arcade double date that they had with Brett and Tracy. But as soon as Dec clicked his fingers his boyfriend came running!

"Mind if I have something stronger?" Theo asks.

"I'd really like to you get out and crawl back up Dec's ass, actually" He says as his runs his fingers down his forehead.

"You're tired" he nods.

"No shit"

"Maybe I can keep you awake?" Theo shrugs, walking over to him. His index finger sliding down his arm.

"For fuck sake Thee! Please tell me your joking!" Mason cringes.

"What?" He pleads with innocence.

"I'm covered in wolf saliva and Scott's literally just walked out the door!"

"Like when has that ever stopped me?" Theo scratches the back of his head before placing his hand on Mason's stomach. It was churning. "I can finish what your sorry ass beta couldn't hmm?" The chimera cups the back of the human's forehead and leans down to kiss him. "Why don't you get down on your knees, try begging for my dick instead?" Startled, Mason twists himself out of his grip, bumping his waist on the counter/

"Fuck!"

"I can take..."

"Don't! Don't touch me! Let yourself out, before I have to call Parrish!" Mason warns, rushing out the kitchen and going upstairs.