Prompt: Danny knows Ethan is a werewolf and every time Ethan get turned on his eyes change colour. Danny knows this and he can't resist teasing him about it at school.

It was a seemingly normal day in Beacon Hills – one of the rare occasions when everything was in fact, relatively calm. The sun was blazing down on the town and there was a slight cool breeze in the air making it the ideal weather conditions.

The school was bustling with life – the students making mindless chatter about nothing in particular and engaging in the gossip that was spreading around like wildfire. All in all, it was a very average day at Beacon Hills high school.

Ethan rode up to school on his bike as usual, parking it next to his brothers in the spots that they had claimed as theirs the first day they rolled up at the school. He quickly dismounted the bike that he was riding, watching as Aiden did the same before he headed across the parking lot, probably in search of Lydia. He rolled his eyes at that before he headed inside.

He still relished in the way that people would move out of his way when he walked down the hall, the way that they would refuse to meet his gaze. He and Aiden had gained a bit of a reputation when they first joined, and Ethan wasn't going to deny that walking down the halls and dominating them in some respects was a bit of a rush… it was an alpha thing.

Ethan wasted no time in heading straight for the locker room where he knew that Danny would be waiting for him, head held high the entire walk there. He instantly walked over towards Danny when he saw him there, the air of confidence still about him. Ethan leaned against the row of lockers once he reached him, eyeing his boyfriend over and grinning. "Hey sexy," he said simply.

Da nny glanced over his shoulder when he heard Ethan's voice, cocking an eyebrow at his choice of words. "Hey yourself," he said.

"So," Ethan started, a small smirk tugging on the corners of his lips. "I'm sorry I had to run out on you last night," he said, a bitter hint of disappointment in his tone of voice.

Danny chuckled and ducked his head, blushing slightly at the memories. "It's okay, you told me you couldn't stay long from the get go," he mumbled before lifting his head and meeting Ethan's gaze. "It's not my fault you can't control yourself."

Ethan scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Oh, I can control myself," he insisted, folding his arms over his chest. "I just choose not to."

Danny chuckled and bit down on his lip. "Well, I'll remember that the next time you're moaning into my ear," he smirked, putting his bag down on the bench in front of him and tugging his shirt off, quickly changing into the other one he ore for the lacrosse training.

Ethan let his eyes scan over Danny's perfect form, resisting the animalistic urge to jump him there and then, rip his clothes off until they were a severed pile on the floor. He absentmindedly licked his lips, letting his gaze rake over the dark hickeys that had been left on Danny's neck, barely visible over the shirt that he wore. Ethan let himself enjoy the simple pleasure of staring at his boyfriend's physique – watching the way his muscles flexed when he tugged the new shirt back over his head. He wanted to run his tongue over Danny's abs. He wanted to bite him, mark him, claim him.

Ethan was so wrapped up in his fantasy that he didn't notice the way his eyes flashed a dangerous bright red colour.

But Danny did.

Danny smirked when he saw Ethan's eyes change colour, one of the most obvious signs that his boyfriend was turned on again. He chuckled a little and flexed his muscles just for the fun of it, smirking as Ethan practically growled at the action. "Keep it in your pants tiger," he practically purred. "You're the one who ran out on me, remember?"

Ethan quickly snapped himself out of it, eyes returning to their normal chocolate-brown colour. "You're such an asshole. You're lucky there are other people around or I swear…" he trailed off.

"Mhm?" Danny hummed, leaning closer towards Ethan – so close, in fact that his warm breath ghosted over the other boy's lips when he spoke. "What would you do?"

Ethan's eyes flashed again, a little lighter this time but they changed nonetheless. "It's so easy to tell when you're turned on babe," Danny smirked, ghosting their lips together before pulling back quickly. He picked his bag up from the bench that it was resting on, opening his locker again and putting it inside.

"You're such an asshole," Ethan huffed, glancing over his shoulder as more people started filing into the locker room. "I'm swear I'm going to get you back for that."

Danny laughed, loud and long and rolled his eyes. "Of course you are. See, I'm not the one with werewolf eyes, you can't tell when I'm turned on, I, on the other hand, can," he beamed.

Ethan narrowed his eyes and folded his arms over his chest. "I just won't get turned on then," he countered.

Danny laughed, even louder than the first time. "Yeah right," he choked out between laughter, wiping at his eyes.

"I'm serious!" Ethan insisted.

Danny narrowed his eyes. "Remember last night," he whispered. He smirked when he saw Ethan's eyes flash a faint red. "See, you get turned on at the slightest thing."

Ethan huffed, turning his back on Danny and starting to get changed.

Danny just grinned. "I'm going to have so much fun with this."