On his way back to the Boarding house, Tyler flipped on the radio. He's sent a grumbling Damon back a few hours earlier as it was pouring down and he didn't need him to get any sicker than he was. The coach had kept them for a while after they'd showered to talk about their plans later that evening.

Tyler shook his head. He loved football more than almost anything else, and going pro was his dream, but he didn't understand all the hysteria. Well, half a year ago, he lived for it, but things had really been put into perspective lately. With a light chuckle at his own thought, Tyler turned on the radio.

"-the game was nothing less than a football genocide. Quarterback Tyler Lockwood was, as I said earlier in less than stellar mood, putting no less than six players on the gurney. Now I've seen Lockwood play before, this was unlike anything I've ever seen- even on a professional field. What do you think was going through his mind during the game? What led him to victory?" said the first commentator.

"Well Lockwood was nothing short of lethal in todays finals and according to a source, it was some rather close-to-home comments and slurs from the opposing team, the Crows that set the Mystic Falls Wolves on fire-" the second on continued, "It is no secret that in Mystic Falls that Tyler Lockwood, Alpha Wolf as they're calling him at the moment, has shacked up with his other half- in the least innocent sense of the phrase, Damon Salvatore. If it wasy anyone else, personally I don't believe many would care, but Tyler Lockwood is the only son of Mayor Richard Lockwood and his wife Carol, both who seemed to be supportive of the couple at the annual Spring Fling in April. Damon Salvatore, while a bit of a wild card, is a Harvard graduate, Council member, history teacher, acting Assistant Coach at Mystic Falls High and all around desirable Bad Boy Bachelor. Now guess this is quite the saga we've got going here. Both Salvatores and the Lockwoods are founding families of Mystic Falls and go back over a hundred and fifty years. And get this, Damons younger brother Stefan is dating the Gilbert heir - another founding family. This town has plenty of drama!"

"Indeed. So you think it was the other teams homophobic shit-talk that made the Wolves, eh, howl?"

"Indeed, many of the players were very upset. These boys have known each other since kindergarden and Salvatore is very well liked. As I heard, the guys said he was a 'strict, but cool,' teacher and coach and the girls though he was mighty hot-"

"Though judging by the cheers at the end of the game as the gold couple shared a victory kiss, most are accepting of the relationship- though I heard the coach played cock-block before the game" he laughed. "Althought we will be speaking with the players to hear from Lockwood himself about what inspired him to play such an unbeatable game-"

"It seems most are more interested in the sexual orientation of the players than the game though there are 52 state champions every year. An openly gay- or bisexual state championship Quarterback is not something that comes about very often-"

"Oh for fucks sake -" Tyler said and turned off the radio as he reached the boarding house.

~*~

Tyler stepped into Damon's room, only to see his lover trying to pick something out to wear for the party that evening. "Hey," he said and wrapped his arms around him. Tyler burrowed his nose into the nape of Damon's neck and in haled deeply.

The victory party was being held at the Lockwood mansion and Tyler was not sure he wanted to go. Actually, he was sure he did not want to go. But he was the Captain of the team, and Damon the assistant coach. They had to be there.

It had been weeks since he saw his parents and he was still furious with them. He dried off and climbed back onto bed. It was still a few hours until the party started, so he could easily afford a few hours curled up with Damon.

His lover continued to puzzle him. His scent had changed. Not by much, and Tyler hadn't even noticed until the full moon came out. It was a familiar scent, but he couldn't place it. It made him very territorial, almost irrational with the need to protect him. To own him. To possess him.

While he knew that he was satisfying his mate in bed, he also knew that he sometimes hurt him with his sheer size, strength and need to mark him. "Wear the black one," he said. Damon always looked so hot in black.

"I'm wearing the grey one," Damon replied. Black didn't quite suit his mood.

Tyler frowned. He'd rarely see Damon in anything but black, today being an exception. But he didn't really care. With that thought he nibbled at the pale skin at Damon's neck which he had picked out as his favourite.

To his surprise, Damon yanked away from him, and gave him a powerful push.

~*~