Alpha Male.

-Anyway You Want It-

Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Any way you want it
She said, Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Any way you want it

I was alone
I never knew
What good love could do
Ooh, then we touched
Then we sang
About the lovin' things

(Journey)

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-September 17, 2011-

Mason sat in bed, relishing in the quite. He laid on his back, one hand stretching behind his head while the other raked through a mop of black raven hair. Damon had fallen asleep lying on Mason's stomach. Strangely enough, he didn't really mind. Over the past day and a half, Mason and Damon had grown closer. It was surprising, to say the least.

Damon laid on his side, his face pressed into Mason's firm and toned stomach. He moaned sleepily snuggling further into Mason's surprisingly warm body. Subconsciously Damon pressed a sweet kiss to his abdomen his hand trailing down his stomach, stroking his firm thigh muscle. Mason bit his lip slightly as he felt the smooth sensations coursing over the skin. On every patch of skin he touched felt like fire blazing across his skin.

"Mason," Damon mumbled quietly snuggling closer.

"Hmm?" He asked kissing his forehead absently.

When he got no response he looked down only to realize that Damon had been mumbling in his sleep, the thought made him smile. He thought about the fact that it was quite strange, he felt drawn to Damon. He felt terribly guilty for his sins. For raping and torturing Damon; for making a mess of what could have possibly been golden. It kept him up at night, thoughts of all the things he could have done different. But he forces himself to forget, to ignore the fact that he's done so many things wrong to him. That he's been just as bad back. That they're both eternally screwed. That he's in love with another girl. Mason doesn't quite understand where it'll go, or why it's happening. But he can only pray that it doesn't end up with one of them heartbroken or worse, dead.

"You'll get wrinkles, you know."

He looks down with shocked brown eyes to see piercing blue orbs staring up at him. They stare into each others' eyes, a silent conversation passing between the two. Neither knows' how the story will end, but neither wants it to end either.

"Don't over think it," Damon smiled lightly kissing his chest again. "I'm not."

"I hurt you."

"And I killed you," he shrugged. "We're even."

"Even?"

"Yes, as in I've done something wrong and you've gotten your revenge." He nodded. "It's over and done with now."

"Over and done with?"

"Are you going to repeat everything I say?" He rolled his eyes. "But, yes, over and done with, as in it's in the past and there's no reason to think about it again."

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because of…what I did."

Damon sighed and rested his chin on his abs, "Look, although what you did was extreme in the ranges of revenge, I forgave you already."

"Why?"

"Stop it, alright!" Damon snapped. "Stop trying to make me hate you, it won't work."

"Right, because your sooooo fucking amazing with your heightened emotions!"

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're in love with Elena fucking Gilbert, and I don't wanna be your rebound!"

"You're not a rebound." He whispered.

"No, I'm not; you can't rebound over something you never had." Mason muttered. "More like replacement,"

"Wow." Damon whispered horrified a hurt look swiping across his face. He immediately masked it, getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom. He looked over his shoulder once more at the naked body wrapped in sheets on his bed.

"I don't know which hurts worse," He began. "The fact that you just rubbed the fact that Elena was never mine and never will be, in my face, or that you just implied that I'd use you to get over Elena."

"You fucking killed me!" Mason yelled. "So why not manipulate me into falling in love with you, just to have me land on my ass?"

"Grow the fuck up!" Damon hissed before storming into the bathroom, with slight dramatics, slamming the door behind him.

Mason stared at the bathroom door with glazed brown eyes. He wasn't sure what to feel. In a way he felt so sad, grief stricken almost. On the other he was completely pissed and felt like draining someone dry or snapping their neck.

It was then that it dawned on him that his emotions were going into overboard. He'd always felt a certain rage even at the smallest of things, even when he was a boy. But he'd learned to control it already; he didn't understand why all the rage was so much stronger this time around. Then he realized he'd only felt it the past couple of days…since he'd woken up. Something was wrong, the emotions, the anger- the rage, the pain and the sorrow, it wasn't normal. It wasn't supposed to be the way it was, so big and…heightened.

He shook his head when he heard the shower; hot steaming water beginning to pour from the faucet. He closed his eyes briefly, licking his plump lips imagining one of his current fantasies plunging through his mind. A hot, naked, vamped out Damon underneath that jets of water. Steam covering his form as he ran his hands up and down his toned well built body. Water droplets cascading down his sleek form, the scalding hot water mixing in with suds of his overly expensive soap. The way he'd run the bar of soap up and down his body, lathering himself up.

Mason took a hold of his member, imagining Damon running his fingers through his scalp as he massaged shampoo into his hair. Sleek raven black hair, soaked to the bone, slightly sticking to his forehead as he lathered his scalp. He could almost picture his strong muscled back, clenching and unclenching as he moved his biceps and triceps. The water falling gracefully down his back, slowly to his bum. And damn, did he have a really nice rear end. His ass was so tight, you could tell by just looking at it. The firm pale globes were muscled and the shade of lily white.

Then his front, lord he also had his mouth-watering front. His pectorals and flat male nipples that he loved to pinch and bite on, engaging in the pain and pleasure of it all. Bulging muscles on every peak, those delicious washboard abs that he often found himself licking or simply running his hands on them. Then his prized possession, one of his biggest and best asset- his long, hard, thick and veiny cock. It was very large as the sex vampire was well endowed; it apparently ran in the family. He was big. Very, very big; yet it only seemed to grow when he became aroused. His imagination ran wild whenever he thought about the breath taking body that was currently wet and soapy, just calling for his attention. Who was he to deny his body the pleasure he knew he could bring?

Damon stood under the spray of scalding hot water. If he were human, he was sure he'd be in serious pain. Though he barely felt it, he relished in the pain he got from the burning sensation. He scrubbed himself raw, over and over. He wanted Mason's touch off of him. He'd ruined a perfectly good morning with his insecurities and it pissed Damon off 'till no end. Why didn't Mason believe him when he said he was over Elena and was prepared to see where his relationship with him went? Truth was he had forgiven Mason. In his heart and in his head. The fact that Mason could find it in him to be affectionate with him despite the fact that he'd killed him made any hurt, pain and resentment he felt 'towards Mason, vanish.

Damon thought about his life since he'd arrived in Mystic Falls, a year ago. He had changed so much, everything he'd believed in, everything he was, had changed drastically. He widened his thoughts to his human years. The timeline between 1864 and 2011 for Damon's life was interesting and very odd to say the least. He'd been a troubled boy, always getting in and out of trouble.

His father hadn't always been so cold to Damon, at one point in time; he'd been Damon's role model. He'd looked up to him and loved Giuseppe's outlook on life, at the time. He'd been fun although conservative as he was born in the south and was a southern gentleman when he wanted to. His parents had been perfect, treasuring Damon, he'd always felt so loved. Then his mother had died, killing all love and warmth his father had once had for his eldest son. Then Damon began to rebel, alcohol, jail and sex. He'd lost his virginity at 16 and didn't regret it.

It'd been to a good friend at the time, she then married to a half decent and had kids; Damon had wished her the very best. He loved her like a sister, a really, really sexy sister. With her long curly naturally red hair, those piercing green/grey eyes that he often found himself staring into- as if she could read your mind just gazing, she truly was a beauty. She had soft freckles that littered her creamy white skin, so soft and loving; she felt whenever they'd embraced, sexually or not. Her slim body was perfect, curves in all the right places. She had striking natural beauty that some girls could only pray for. That's why shortly after Damon turned, he'd asked her to turn as well. It had been after he'd left Stefan. Her kids had been so young at the time, but she'd accepted. She'd grabbed her two young children and fled with her children.

To that very day, Damon often talked to both his best friend and his nieces. Though, he often lied to her about his life. Saying that he was having a great time on a resort island, enjoying the local girls and their sinfully beautiful bodies- it hadn't always been like that. The lying had started shortly before he'd arrived in Mystic Falls. His best friend hated Katherine and thought Damon deserved better, so he refused to be honest with her and tell of his plan to set Katherine free. But after that had been shot to hell he'd just lied to her as he was embarrassed that his life was so pathetic. He didn't understand that Rosalie would always love and cherish Damon despite any mistakes he made or would make in the future.

Then came his vampire years. He'd dated, had many girlfriends that he treasured and still talked to. He'd had meaningless flings that he never truly thought of. He'd messed with his brother life constantly, always finding new ways to make Stefan's life an eternal hell. Not like he didn't deserve it. Stefan had done the same though. He'd chased after Katherine only to feel the pain of being so helplessly rejected. She'd lied to him, been alive the entire time only to just let him continue searching, waiting for the day they'd be reunited. Even after he vowed that if he ever saw her again he'd call her everything fowl under the sun, yet the moment she straddled him and given him the taste of her lips that he'd missed for so long, he immediately gave in. He became that pathetic 21 year old boy who'd been naive and love struck, a boy who'd failed to see the fact that she only wanted him for the thrill of the chase and his sinful body. That moment when she'd told him that it'd always be Stefan, that she'd never felt anything more than lust for him, well that had cut him worse than finding out she wasn't in the tomb.

Then came the point in time marking his love for Elena, god he wasn't even sure how it'd started. It had started off as a way to get off; she looked like his supposed eternal love for god's sake. Then she'd started to make the mistake of caring for him, falling for him. It was déjà, reliving 1864 all over again. A point in the timeline he'd always hate the most. The time when the love of his life had played with his heart, his brother had turned against him for said love. His father had beaten him and blamed him for everything wrong in the world. His mother had died years before, but he still carried the pain of her lost with him. Not to mention watching his best friend with that asshole of a 'husband.' Though the worse event that truly took the cake was having his father shoot him dead as if he were nothing, as if he weren't his son. That hurt more than half of the things he'd endured that year.

Few knew of the guilt and pain Damon often carried around with him. The pain of losing so many people he cared about; having so many of them betray him and lie to him. TO have those he thought he could trust, including his own brother, break anything that was good about him. Although he vowed to never be with Elena after she'd tugged oh so harshly at the fragile strings of his heart, he owed her a big thank you. He'd been an unfeeling prick, and she'd opened him up to a whole new world. He kind of got what those people in Aladdin were singing about, when he found someone who could open you to a place you never thought existed, well it was amazing. He only wished she could have seen that fact that Stefan would never be enough for her. That she was so much more than that little girl with a good right hook. She was compassionate and strong willed and could do so much good in the world if given the chance. Stefan was holding back, and he was sure if her parents hadn't been dead, her relationship with Stefan wouldn't have lasted. Her strong willed personality would have been magnified and not held down by the grieving and loss of her birth and adoptive parents, Vicki, and Jenna.

Finally, his current and recent lover, the last person he'd ever think he'd begin to have feelings for. Mason Lockwood. God, he might as well have fucked Klaus. Mason was so much like Damon. His need to close himself off it meant not getting hurt by those he cared so deeply about. The way his face had fallen when he realized Katherine had played him, Damon had felt his pain. The way he was fiercely protective over Tyler, how he'd risk his life for his family. Though Damon often denied it, he loved his brother. He'd always keep him alive even if it meant sacrificing his own. They were so parallel, that's why even though in theory they were perfect for each other, their similar personalities' clashed greatly. He wasn't sure they could work their way around it, wasn't even sure if he wanted to. He needed some time to think things through, he needed advice…he need Rosalie. He figured it was time to see his best friend again and tell her the truth, though he knew he'd get a giant lecture for lying to her and putting himself in the line of fire, he needed her. With that he was just about to get out of the shower when he felt a presence behind him. Before he could say a word, brawny muscled arms wrapped around his waist; he felt them pressed kissed across his shoulders, felt a hardened member poke him in the back.

"What are you doing, Mason?" Damon looked over his shoulder at his sexy lover.

"Trying to make it up to you." He smirked at him pecking his lips before moving his lips to his ear lobe. He sucked the flesh into his mouth, gently biting it causing Damon to shudder slightly.

"Maybe I just wanna be mad at you," He replied and Mason chuckled.

"Who wants to be bad at someone?" He asked and Damon shrugged but otherwise made no regard to Mason's presence.

"Come on, you can't stay mad at me forever."

"Technically I can beauty of immortality and all."

"Damon." He sighed and Damon scowled. "Mason." He mocked.

"I said I was sorry," he tried.

"No, you didn't really!" He snapped at him annoyed.

"Ok, look, I really am sorry." He said. "Let me make it up to you." He whispered in a seductive voice.

"You really want to make it up to me?" he raised an eye brow.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I guess I do."

"Then let me fuck you." He said harshly.

"What?"

"You've fucked me so if you really want me to let it go, let me do it."

Mason thought about it, he really did want Damon's forgiveness. And Damon had let Mason do him over and over. It was only fair…

"Ok," He sighed and Damon smirked.

"Good," He nodded. "Let's get fucking then."

A/N: I wrote this Sunday, I had planned to make it longer to make up for lack of updates but my schedule just got booked…badly. So I'll just post this and when I have time I'll finish this, promise!