Hello everyone, I've decided to discontinue the independent oneshots... and do a full blown story instead! yeah? Thought you'd like that. However, it does mean i wont update this for a while, while I work it out. As you probably know, I've got a few other stories going as well. And Uni with all of its papers and dissertations, which is a bitch, but it's got to be done.

While you wait, here are a few teasers for the story. a few short scenes from the full story. Please tell me what you think.

1

Damon was shaking slightly as he sat on the bench waiting for Tyler. You couldn't tell by looking at him. He sat with his ankle resting on his knee and his arms resting on the back of the bench.

The cheerleaders were doing their thing on the grass and the players were doing their thing on the field. It was just like high school. It was just like college.

But of course, before he got to talk to Tyler, the manger came over. The coach hated his guts, but the manager had a hard time ignoring Damon Salvatore.

"Mr. Salvatore, I wasn't expecting to see you here," Patrick Baker said and sat down. "What are you up to these days.

"This and that, you know me," he said flippantly. The truth was, he'd settled into a career for the first time in his 170-someing year long life. And he'd only done it to distract himself from the clusterfuck his life had become.

"I was just thinking how much like high school and college this is."

The manager hummed, "But there is more at stake now."

Damon nodded. "No, it wasn't like college," he said suddenly, "-because in college my husband wasn't screwing the cheerleaders."

"Uh..."

Damon had to say, Baker was an attractive man. Mid-forties, blond curly hair, green eyes and tanned skin. He stuck out in New York. If it wasn't for his tailored three piece suit, he belonged on a beach somewhere. "That one," he said and pointed to the bouncy blond, "The brunet to the left, and the red-head. The blond with the black wrist band. And the black girl, and the curly-top."

"He told you?"

"Of course not. He's not stupid."

"Then how do you know? If you don't mind me asking?"

Damon glanced at the other man. "I know what they think of me; they think I'm a kept boy, just a pretty little thing... Tyler's room mate... that I'm living off of him."

Patrick did not say a word.

"But I'm a rich man, Mr. Baker. I have so much money, I don't know how much I have, 'cause it multiplies to fast for me to keep track of. I have a department of accountants to do that.

"Damon, Tyler is the most promising player I've ever seen, the guy is a tank." Patrick said, thinking that Damon, like many rich people, wanted to influence their line-up with money. Usually that was how the game worked, but Tyler Lorckwood was something special.

"I know that," Damon snapped. He took a deep breath and willed the anger induced bloodlust down. "I trained him. I taught him everything he knows beyond the high school basics of football. I have three BA Honours from Yale, Harvard and Oxford and two PhD's From Berkeley and Cambridge and people treat me like I'm his fucking trophy wife." Granted, it had taken him a hundred and seventy years to do all of that, but his credentials were up to date. He laughed humourlessly, "His room mate."

"Why are you still with him?" Patrick asked. "And you're tiny. In general, average, but for a football player you might as well be a midget."

"Oh please," Damon scoffed, "Because I'm a Salvatore. And he's a Lockwood. For better and for worse..." They were mated. They were tied by blood and nothing could sever that bond. Nothing short of death.

2

Having sex with Tyler was frightening.

Sometimes the brutality of the wolf terrified Damon. It was intense and very painful before it became very, very pleasurable. Sometimes he thought about the first time, and it left him shaking. No matter the following results, he had not been willing.

Tyler was his alpha and when in mating, he would always dominate. Always initiate. He would make him push through the pain and take it. By the time he'd gotten through the worst, he'd be too incoherent to fight.

He loved Tyler with all of his being, and always tried to not see his faults. He tried to convince himself that the blinding pain he felt when Tyler was fucking someone else was just a migraine. In his entire body. It was worse than bathing in vervain. Being shot. Breaking his bones. Having his fangs pulled out. All at the same time.

The nausea he felt when Tyler climbed into bed, scrubbed clean, but failing to remove the scent of sex and whore, he tried to convince himself was morning sickness. That they were having another baby.

But they hadn't had sex in months.

Having sex with Tyler was all-consuming, earth-shattering and every other word along those lines. But unless the hybrid was gentle with him, he'd be bedbound the next day. Even when gentle, he'd be too sore to sit properly, and his hips and legs to cramped to stand.

Tyler was gifted, but it was the tie that did the damage.

It had been crucial to their sex life that Damon had been meticulous about keeping himself moist and well prepared. But keeping up the humiliating ritual when Tyler had been off screwing someone else was beyond what Damon's pride could take.

Wearing the wide plug all day, having it rub gently against his prostate when he walked had brought him to tears more than once.

But not anymore.

Damon tossed his head back, sweat making his hair stick to his skin. Tanned strong hands gripped his hips as he rode the large, but human manhood belonging to one Patrick Baker.

It wasn't as intense as with Tyler. The orgasms weren't leaving him blind and near unconscious. It just felt good. There was no pain. At least, no pain comparable with what Tyler would dish out. And the pleasure wouldn't burn, but warm him.

It was just good.

Patrick did not leave him with black bruises.

It was just the mutual climb for pleasure. The teeth against his skin only nipped, they never made him bleed.

"Oh mmmmh," Damon moaned as his belly tensed and heat spread up his back. Patrick sat up and wrapped his warm arms around him, pushing deeper, and pushing him higher. Damon cried out softly as he came, coating their bellies in come.

He squeaked in surprise at a series of harsh thrusts directly to his swollen prostate before Patrick stilled and swelled inside.

As much as he'd enjoyed it, Damon was relieved that they'd used a condom. Tyler would be able to smell Baker on him, but smelling his seed inside him would have him homocidial.

They fell down together on the hotel bed, just trying to catch their breat.

"You're amazing," Patrick murmured in his ear. "You deserve so much better."

He didn't have to say what he derserved so much better of, but Damon agreed. He was Tylers's mate. He deserved so much better than being treated like a second choice. He'd welcomed him into his body and carried his offspring.

He deserved so much better.

3

"I was wrong," Bonnie said as her hands hovered above Damon. "Damon was cursed by my ancestors, but Tyler is not the answer to the curse."

"What do you mean?" Stefan asked.

"It means Tyler claimed him, he is his mate, just not his soul-mate."

"And what does that mean?" Elena asked, frustrated. "He's coughing and vomiting blood!"

"I don't know!" Bonnie yelled. She tried to calm herself so she wouldn't wake the little girl sleeping. "I don't know," she said, trying to sound calm. "Werewolf claiming is brutal and territorial and vicious and nothing we ever saw of Tyler and Damon's relationship was anything like that! They were mutual, they loved each other. They were so... so together." Bonnie

"Yeah," Elena said, "They were very close. "

Stefan was quiet. Very quiet.

"Stefan?"

Stefan shifted uncomfortably, "When...uh, when Damon came back one night... just before he and Tyler were official, he was...messy."

Elena frowned, "Do you mean when he was supposed to talk to Caroline about Tyler?"

Stefan nodded. "We was bloody and smelled of grass and sex... he was crying."

"Damon was crying?" Elena asked.

"Not openly, but he was. And later... the night before the ball, he was covered in bruises."

"You're saying Damon and Tyler were a... claiming?" Elena asked.

"Sounds like it," Bonnie asked.

"What does it mean?" Elena asked, "What is this?"

"It means he's dying, unless you find a way to reverse the bond..."

Bonnie, Elena and Stefan turned towards the cultured accented voice in the doorway.

"Elijah?"

4

Klaus rubbed his chest and scowled at his brother. "And why should I help you brother?"

"Not me, Damon."

Klaus paused. "Damon Salvatore?"

"He's mated to Tyler, your hybrid childe."

"And?"

"Tyler is abusing him. Damon is dying. He's coughing up blood and his daughter is terrified."

If it was possible, Klaus paled. "Lockwood mated my..."

Elijah paused, "Your... your what?"

"Um," Klaus plastered on a smile filled with bravado. "Back in the Civil War I came back here, and I stumbled upon a boy... a young man who was dying. He said he'd been shot by his father... for trying to save the woman he loved. He asked me to save her. He begged me..." Klaus shook his head, "With his last dying breath Damon Salvatore begged me to save Katarina's life. So I did. After I saved his."

5

"A submissive that was forced can't leave its alpha. The only reason Damon was able to defy Tyler and get here for help is because his instincts recognise that Tyler, while his alpha, mate and baby-daddy, does not have Marion's best interest at heart. From Damon's condition I'm guessing Tyler is stepping out on him. Frequently. See, if an alpha, after claiming a submissive like Tyler claimed Damon, starts the process of breaking the bond, it will eventually kill him."

"So there is nothing we can do?" Elena asked and sat down next to him. "Nothing?"

Klaus paused as Marion burrowed into his neck. She truly was a precious child. "There is a possibility that it can be transferred."

"How?" Stefan asked, perking up.

"An alpha stronger than Tyler can challenge the bond. But only if Damon wants it. Killing Tyler would kill Damon by default. A fact not very well known as submissive usually die before their dominants or commit suicide. Challenging the bond would mean claiming Damon. You could force him into a new bond, but in his current state, he probably wouldn't survive a wolf more powerful that Tyler. The other option is less likely to succeed, but more likely to let him keep his life."

"Which is?"

"Somehow convince Damon's most primal instincts that Tyler is a danger to Marion, and that he needs a stronger mate to protect him."

A/N So there, thats five scenes for you. please tell me what you think!