Damon shifted his weight uneasily as he stood in front of his class. The teen were all doing their questionnaires with rapt attention, but Damon could not focus. Something was off.

Fuck you -

Damon twitched. Did he really just hear that? All of his sense had dulled lately, and it was driving him insane. But all his instincts were bussing.

But it was getting louder. Yelling. Some of his student reacted to the noise as well. "Keep focused," he said and headed out in the hallway. As he turned the corner he saw Tyler at the end of the hallways outside the councillor office, right up in the government official's face. They were both yelling at the top of their lungs and the principal and the councillor feebly trying to calm them down. Several teachers were coming out in the hallway wondering what the commotion was about.

"Oh crap," Damon and ran down. Why did the hallways have to be so damned long? Tyler was furious. He could tell. When he got that wolfish growl in his voice and that slightly tensed stance, looking like he was ready to make a leap. Actually, he looked like he was about to punch something. Or someone.

Oh fuck...

Just as Tyler lunged at the fat man, his eyes a deep gold, Damon got between them. Tyler's reaction was instant. He stopped on the spot, his fist unclenched for a few seconds and he tried to calm down as his inner wolf sensed his mate in his way. He glared at the two adults over Damon's shoulder.

The councillor's words had made him furious. Furious at himself, because it was true.

Tyler took a few deep breaths, breathing in Damon's scent. He felt his heart rate slow down as he felt Damon's cool hands on his face. "Get a hold of yourself Tyler, you're not an animal," Damon spoke quietly. When Tyler opened his eyes, they were their normal blackish brown. "You good now?" Tyler nodded. "Good."

Damon let go of him and turned to Mr Dumas with a questioning expression on his face, "So?"

Mr. Dumas was bright red, "You, young man, are out of line-" he snarled at Tyler, spit flying.

Damon didn't even have to see Tyler to know he was about to flip out again - he stepped back so that Tyler's chest was flush against his back. Tyler's hands settled on Damon's hips, but Damon let the PDA slide for now. "If you asked any sort of the questions you asked me, I'm sure he's well within them," Damon stated icily. "You also failed to tell him that as a student, you're not allowed to question him without his parents present," he continued, "So I believe, Mr. Dumas, that you are the one out of line."

The councillor frowned as he looked at Damon, "Mr. Salvatore, are you well? You look very pale?"

Tyler resisted the urge to snarl at her as she touched Damon's arm, because she was right. Damon was pale and clammy, and he could feel his body trembling just a little bit.

"I'm fine -" he said, but was cut off as he was hit by a dizzy spell.

"Can we borrow your office for a moment?" Tyler asked the councillor.

Anna nodded, "Of course."

Tyler easily steered Damon into the office, away from the prying eyes of teachers and a few students.

Tyler had taken Damon straight to the hospital after school had let out. The councillor had walked in on Tyler sprawled out on her couch with Damon using him as a mattress, taking a nap. Even now, Damon was still quite out of it and seemed very disoriented.

"Right, Give me your arm," the nurse ordered firmly.

Damon frowned at her and looked up at Tyler, "Give her your arm," Tyler repeated. Damon reached out his arm, but held on to Tyler with the other, burying his face in Tyler's neck. He made a small whimper when the needle broke his skin, making Tyler frown. Quickly she took two vials of blood and pulled the needle out. She disinfected the tiny puncture and put a band-aid on it.

"I'll be back tomorrow with your test results. But until then; bed rest," she said and left.

The very second she left Damon moaned and lapped at Tyler's neck. He didn't know what was happening, but he felt too damned hot. His head was swimming and the only focus point seemed to be Tyler. But Tyler was only making his belly grow even hotter.

"C'mon, we're going home." Tyler said and steered him out. On their ride home Damon could not get comfortable.

His insides were pulsing with want and Tyler just wasn't putting out. That being confusing enough. Tyler never didn't put out. Tyler always put out if he wanted, and he'd fuck him senseless up against a wall if he felt like it.

Tyler pulled up outside the Boarding house and got out of the car.

But he wasn't, so that had to mean he didn't feel like it. So it didn't matter if he wanted him because Tyler didn't want him. Tyler didn't want him?

Damon felt an impossible sadness sweep through him, tears filling his eyes.

Tyler blinked, perplexed at the sudden mood swing, "Hey hey hey..." he cooed, and pulled Damon out of the car. "What's wrong baby?"

"You.." Damon hiccuped, "You don't want me anymore..."

Oh crap... Tyler thought. "Of course I want you, babe," he assured, "But you're still recovering -." And he wasn't even thinking about his first night during the full mood. Damon hadn't recovered from that.

"But I need you," Damon pleaded and tugged Tyler down for a kiss.

He was only human- or male, as it were, and there was only so much he could take. Tyler growled and deepened the kiss. Damon cooed happily through his tears and moulded his body against Tyler, wrapping his legs around his waist.

"I'm gonna fuck you senseless when you get better," Tyler growled as he carried him into the house. He was pissed about Damon being such a tease. More pissed cause he couldn't really help it.

"Uh uh," Damon shook his head, "Now." he ordered and yanked at Tyler's belt, undoing it and tearing up the buttons on the jeans.

Og fuck it... the moon was really not on his side these days, Tyler thought and undid the buttons on Damon's jeans, pulled them off and dropped them on the floor. Damon was purring at the rough handling and fell back on the kitchen counter. Tyler reached over and rummaged through a few drawers. Finally finding what he was looking for, he squeezed out a healthy amount and covered his length. He hissed at the intense cold. At least it slowed him down just a little. "This is gonna be cold," he warned before he slipped two fingers into Damon.

Damon didn't care. The feeling of having Tyler stretching him overruled the cold by far. "C'mon," he pleaded, "Don't need any more. Need you..." he said and sat up, pulling Tyler close, trapping him by wrapping his legs around his waist again. Using Tyler for leverage he raised himself up and when he felt the hot head at his opening, he relaxed and eased himself down. "Oh yeah..."

Tyler hissed and gripped Damon's hip with one hand and supported himself on the table with the other. This never got old. A quiet whimper yanked him back to the moment.

Damon's arms shook with effort and he moaned in relief as Tyler wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled them closer together. "More..." he pleaded. It felt so good, but it just wasn't enough. He felt Tyler rock against him and hissed. Some part, a quiet whisper in the back of his mind told him he was going slow for a reason; not to hurt him. But he didn't care. His nails dug into the muscle at the base of his neck; all he got was and angry hiss and a second later he was yanked by his hips, meeting a harsh thrust.

Lips parted in shock, both in pain and for the sudden flash of pleasure. Another. Another. Another.

Damon mewed and tried to push back, but was given a slap on the hip to stay still. He didn't mind. Let Tyler to the work and just enjoy it.

It felt unreal...he couldn't hear anything but his heart beating, he couldn't see anything but hazy colours. He could just feel. And he couldn't think of being worried of his body's abnormal reactions. Nothing mattered. Nothing but the taste of the salty skin and the mixed feel of denim and damp skin, and the waves of please building in him.

Tyler could feel the tell-tale flutters and slowed down. Damon wrapped tighter around him, he felt the soft lips and velvety tongue nibbling his jaw, the small puffs of hot breath tickling him, the little moans and whimpers making his stomach clench.

He frowned as Damon's release didn't seem to pull back. A wicked grin spread on his lips, as he got an idea. He rolled his hips smoothly: just right.

A small scream - a squeak, came from Damon, "Ah!" He bit down on Tyler's shoulder. Tyler grit his jaw a tried to ignore the teeth cutting into his skin and focused.

Damon twisted and wiggled, not knowing...the feeling was so intense. It was only amplified by the taste of blood on the tip of his tongue.

Tyler reached between them just as Damon started to contract around him, and wrapped two fingers around the base of Damon cock. He felt positively evil for a second, but he knew he'd make up for it.

Damon complained and his hips twitched. It became almost painful as Tyler drove him higher and higher, but refusing him release. Tyler sank his teeth deep into Damon's neck to keep him still. Damon instantly stiffened. One. Two. Three. Four more deep thrusts and Damon felt the fire burst in his belly and his body trembling.

Tyler lapped at the drops of blood, humming, "Hmm," holding back his own release as he moved shallowly, but only a little. Damon was slick with sweat and his head was thrown back in pleasure, his dark hair curling at the edges: such a sight. When he felt Damon relax he moved deeply again, and loosened his hold around his cock. He gave him a few gentle tugs, a nice contrast to the hard thrusts.

Damon nuzzled into Tyler's touch, letting the thrusts rock his body. He felt the heat build in his belly again and frowned in confusion. He was still rock hard. Hadn't he come already? He looked down and saw his belly dry. The haze took over his mind again and he lost himself in the feeling of Tyler moving inside of him. Oh he loved it when he rolled his hips like that. Damon keened and arched.

Tyler felt his own release coming and sped up. Damon gasped and bucked, spreading his legs, pleading for more, "Tyler! harder -" he pleaded. Tyler gave him exactly what he begged for, tugging his head back by his hair, lapping at the cuts his teeth had made, bruises bleeding into the skin beneath his hand as he clutched the thigh curled over his hip.

"Oh," Damon whimpered, feeling the sting low in his belly telling him he was close - very close, very sore and very tired. But he didn't really care. "Oh yessss." he hissed as he came.

Tyler sank deep, letting the contractions of Damon's body pull him over the edge, spilling himself deep into his body.

Damon's body hummed with pleasure, Tyler's hot juices warming him within, his arms and body keeping him warm outside.

"Don't fall asleep," Tyler rasped, his voice deep and husky. Gently, before he got hit by an army of sleepy hormones, or tied, Tyler pulled out and reached over for some tissues. He dried himself off quickly and kicked off his pants. By some miracle he hadn't gotten come on his shirt.

With some serious effort they managed to get up to their bedroom.

Damon crawled on their large bed, looking completely debauched and ravished. Tyler chuckled and shook his head. He enjoyed the view that the come slick creamy globes. Damon was completely gone, almost sleep already. He wiped off his belly and the come running down his thighs. He pulled the tee over his head and threw it on the floor. "You need to eat...," he rumbled, stroking Damon's belly.

Damon blinked and looked at him, eyes black and hazy. "'M sleepy..." Damon mumbled and tugged at Tyler.

Tyler slipped into the bed and laid back. Damon crawled over and placed himself neatly right on top of him, head resting on his chest. Within seconds he was asleep. A couple of minutes later, Tyler drifted off as well.

A/N; I really didn't think we'd reach 200 that fast! 207, just wow- thank you!