thisismybar | Damon

Ric still wasn't sure about trusting Elijah with Elena, but his reasoning held. He could not be in two places at once, and Elijah was... as trustworthy as it was going to get, tonight. He hadn't killed Ric or let his siblings kill him, and he certainly had more emotional connection to Elena. So, he let it go without complaint and focused on the person still in the room with him, and who actually did need him.

He shook Damon's shoulder lightly, once they were alone again. "I'm okay." Just trying to get Damon to focus again. The kiss was weird and distressing for him, too, but less so than Damon apparently being prepared to lunge after a bunch of Originals who could tear his heart out of his chest. The hypocrisy was temporarily lost on him. He'd certainly been prepared to go after Kol.

Damon was not quite growling underneath his breath at the door, but it was a near thing. He certainly didn't come near relaxing until it had closed behind the Originals. Then he spun back around to stare at Ric, eyes dark. "They fed on you."

"No...," he said, studying Damon. "Elijah fed on me." He was trying to be reasonable, but he hadn't been reasonable about Damon feeding on him to start with, and Damon... Well, Damon.Low options at the time, prepared to do what it took for the Originals, but that didn't mean he'd enjoyed being bitten or fed on by someone that wasn't Damon. "Rebekah bit me."

The possessive snarly words Damon wanted to say got caught on his tongue and all flipped around, because...the whole night was all twisted up and they hadn't established what they were, even, and Klaus had almost killed him and Stefan had been a douche to Elena and he had no idea what the hell happened with Kol. What came out was hardly reasonable, though. "I'm going to kill him."

Because you're mine was on his lips, dying to come out, but he bit it back with a little bit of a snarl. If Ric didn't get it, then he wasn't going to say it. "I have no idea. Maybe he thought I was someone else. Maybe he greets everyone that way. Maybe I'm just that hot."

The smug snark didn't come out quite right with the snarl before it and the bemusement. "I'm pretty sure I'd remember if we'd met before."

"Maybe more than a century in a box and starvation did something to his brain." He still hated it though. Hated it. "Can you get rid of this?" he asked, nodding toward his wrist. Speaking of shit he hated but didn't know how to express.

...The bite on him was probably a bigger deal than watching Kol shove his tongue down Damon's throat, but there was still some kind of disconnect in his brain that kept him from getting why it was a problem for Damon. Hell, he wasn't even sure about his own reasons. He wasn't hurt.

"Gladly," Damon said, moving back to him and sitting on the end of the bed, biting his own wrist and offering it to Ric. The sooner that mark was gone, the better, though he didn't think he'd forget the sight of it for a while.

He liked seeing his on Ric, but knowing he hadn't made that one, even just on his wrist, wasn't something he was handling well.

Whatever was wrong with Kol, it was of far less importance to Damon, though he didn't realize how upset Ric was, either. He'd been a bit distracted by the kissing.

He'd asked for it, but he still hesitated a split-second before covering the bleeding wound with his mouth and taking a single swallow of blood. He wanted that contact drawn out. Actually he wanted to slam Damon against something solid, until he'd kissed Kol out of existence, if killing Kol wasn't an option.

And Killing Kol wasn't an option.

He pulled back after a second, and murmured, "Thanks." He pushed his knee out against Damon's, just a little. "Asking you to brush your teeth to get rid of Kol's rude, right?"

...He wasn't handling something well, either, though not to the same degree as Damon.

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Damon shuddered just a little at the pull of his blood that was over far, far too quickly. Even so, his eyes fell closed for a moment. That little flicker was far more intense than the kiss had been, even.

He pressed back lightly against Ric's knee and opened his eyes. "No. I'll go do that..."

Though he still looked a little bemused at the idea of Ric being that upset. He got up to move to the bathroom, grabbing his shaving kit on the way.

Ric stayed put for a second or so, then got up and followed Damon to lean in the bathroom doorway. "Did you find Klaus?"

He was pretty sure he was asking for all the wrong reasons, but he couldn't help it right now. Could not. Strangely, being alone together, a sort of possessiveness was rising higher. Maybe just seeing that moment of reaction on Damon's face.

Damon put toothpaste on his toothbrush, glancing over at him.

"Yeah, at the bar." He gave a wry smile. "Apparently Stefan is irreplaceable."

Like usual.

Ric closed his eyes and sagged against the door-frame. "Thank God." Not for Elena, and the wryness wasn't missed and he could make the leap to what Damon was feeling -it was what Ric was good for- but allow him his moment of deep, profound, relief that Damon wasn't going anywhere.

Damon looked a little surprised by that much relief, but it warmed him at the same time, and he would've moved to kiss him except for the still needing to brush his teeth.

"You're not getting rid of me so easily, I guess?"

Ric was exasperated, and he looked it. "Did you hear nothing that I said to you in that bathroom?"

Uncertainty flickered across Damon's face. "...I heard you...."

Maybe it hadn't sunk in very well...

He nodded, a little. "Good. Summarize it for me."

Hazard of sleeping with a history teacher, Damon.

"If Klaus agreed to the exchange, you were going to get Elena and Stefan home safely, then come follow us..."

Which he appreciated, and understood...as it pertained to that, at least. "You didn't want me to deal alone."

"I didn't want to lose you, much less to Klaus." He was sure he'd been more frustrated, but he's not sure when. "All that stuff about you not being less important than Stefan? You're not replaceable either, Damon."

"History says otherwise," Damon muttered, finally turning back to the sink to brush his teeth. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the sentiment. He did. He just was pretty sure Ric was delusional from blood loss or something.

Ric had had Damon's blood. No more blood loss. Certainly didn't account for him having said this before giving blood, or even being drunk.

He stared at Damon for a moment, then his eyes narrowed, he took two steps into the bathroom, grabbed Damon by the back of the shirt and made a pretty damn solid effort at slamming him against the bathroom wall.

Damon was surprised enough that he and the wall collided, which was not all that comfortable with a toothbrush in his mouth.

"...What the hell?"

He'd been slammed around quite enough tonight, thank you. Floors. Walls. Walls again.

"Stop dismissing what I'm saying, you ass." He took the toothbrush irritably away from Damon and flung it into the sink.

"I'm not!" Damon protested. He just wasn't certain how far it extended.

"The fuck you're not. I realize I'm not going to make up for you coming in second to Stefan for your entire, very long, life, but I'm here now. And what I'm saying? It counts. It's real. It matters. You matter. History can say whatever it says, but what I'm saying is different, god dammit. You aren't second to anyone, least of all your nutty brother!"

Damon stared at him, stunned, for a good long while, with no idea what to say. He wasn't used to words like that being thrown his way, and that they came from Ric...He swallowed, then pulled Ric in close and kissed him.

He sucked with words, anyway.

There was nothing gentle about the way Ric returned the kiss. He was rough, aggressive, close to violent and still pressing Damon back against the wall, but there was nothing held back in the way he was kissing him, either. It may not have been delicate, but it sure as shit was expressive.

And possessive.

He pulled back after just a moment, though. "Next time someone kisses you like that in front of me, I don't care if they're crazy: they're dead."

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Damon blinked a bit when Ric pulled back, feeling a little dazed, and more than a little breathless. He opened his eyes and stared at Ric when he spoke, the possessiveness sending a thrill through him.

"Okay. The next time someone else feeds on you, they're dead."

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Ric grinned, slow and happy. "That's a really impractical attitude." He paused, though, because. "And I don't have any objections. I'm glad Elijah's up and about and I get it, but I hated it."

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Damon smiled back, leaning in to rest his forehead against Ric's.

"I don't care if it's impractical, and good. I hated seeing any bite on you that I didn't make."

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"Hopefully not enough to want me back on vervain...." He started to loop his arms around Damon, then realized they were still in the bathroom. "Other room."

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Damon shook his head, stealing another kiss. "Not that much, no." Not yet. It would depend if Elijah kept taking liberties.

He wriggled free--a little deliberate against Ric--and moved back to the main room, glancing at the hall door and tuning in to make sure Elijah and Elena were still talking.

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Ric stopped when Damon looked toward the door, tilted his head a little and frowned. "Everything okay, out there?"

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"Well, he hasn't eaten her," Damon said dryly.

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"Good." He didn't even think about taking that wrong. Though... if Damon could hear ELijah, then Elijah could hear them and. Awkward. He stared at Damon, a little pained and uncomfortable.

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Damon knew what the uncomfortable was for--but it had occurred to him a while ago. He shrugged. "I'm pretty sure our mutual outrage over the liberties taken with the other gave us away. At least to him."

He didn't think Elena had caught on.

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"Sweetheart, I don't care what he thinks, or knows, we're doing with each other. That doesn't mean I want him, much less Elena, listening to us doing it." The arguing was okay. His plans for the bed had been a bit derailed. Kind of like how he'd had his orgasm interrupted by Jeremy coming into the room.

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"You're the one who woke him up." Damon hadn't figured on much getting...done in that way, with it being Elena's room, too, but disappointment flickered anyway, and he tugged Ric to the bed to stretch out at least.

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Ric had actually been pretty close, with the surge of possessiveness. Being slowed down and reminded that other people existed let his brain kick back in, rather than going with pure instinct. He went with Damon to the bed, though, and stretched out beside him. "Yeah. I did," he agreed. "And he left another brother in the trunk of my car. I really hope he doesn't forget him there. I'd hate to have to explain it to a cop, when I go out to get breakfast."

He may have been looking pointedly at the door when he said it, even as he threw an arm over Damon's waist.

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Damon snuggled up close, giving up on any pretense of not (though what they'd do when Elena came in he didn't know, yet), but he needed to be close. The news about Finn had him blinking, though.

"...There's another one of them in your trunk? Why?"

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Ric tugged Damon's shirt up so he could touch skin, and just keep reminding himself that Damon was really here, not with Klaus. "Apparently, he's been down nine hundred years and Elijah wants to take him somewhere quieter to wake him up."

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Damon murmured something wordless and pleased at the touch, turning his head to nuzzle at Ric's neck, though that did remind him he needed blood--he'd healed from what Klaus had done, but still...ow.

"And I thought Stefan and I had issues..."

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He stroked his fingers through Damon's hair, and tilted his head a little while Damon nuzzled. He didn't know how it had gone down, exactly, but he had reminded Elijah to leave blood for Damon, and should probably suggest Damon have it.

"Mm. I can't even imagine that level of betrayal. Keeping them in coffins and dragging them across the country with him, though.... that's just creepy."

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Damon didn't really want to tell him how it had gone down, how close he'd come to dying, would have if Gloria hadn't intervened. He'd remember the blood in a bit. Ric smelled too good to pull away from--never mind the purely possessive urge to re-establish his own mark on him, no matter if everyone saw it.

"It's macabre. I mean...what the hell was he going to do with them?"

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"Keep them from ever leaving?" Ric suggested, somewhat dryly.

He wished that made less sense to him. He also wished he'd never had Klaus living in his body. Or heard of Klaus. Or- Yeah. Klaus issues, out the wazoo.

"We can put it back, soon." This trip was wearing on him, in a couple of ways.

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"'Cause that ever works well," Damon said with a roll of his eyes, before nipping lightly at Ric's throat, letting his fingers slide lightly up his chest, taking this time to enjoy the closeness he's been denying himself for at least all day, even though it feels like so much longer.

"Put what back?"

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He inhaled sharply at the soft nip of Damon's teeth, and clenched his hand on the back of Damon's shirt. "Your bite mark."

He really, really hoped he wasn't wrong. But he'd long since learned to trust himself when it came to Damon.

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Damon huffed a little bit of air against Ric's neck and nipped again, since he seemed to like that.

"Am I that obvious?"

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"More obvious than people seem to realize." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose, trying to maintain some kind of physical control. Then he added, much more quietly, "I miss it, too."

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"Well, that's disappointing," Damon said with a huff. "So much for my air of mystery meant to intrigue..."

He wasn't really all that focused on control at the moment, for all he could still hear Elijah and Elena as murmurs he probably shouldn't drown out or Elena would come back in to...more awkwardness. But it had been a really bad night.

"Good--that's helpful." No snark, totally serious.

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Ric frowned, just a little. "My missing it is helpful?" He didn't understand. Apparently he was out of intuitive leaps. Unless Damon meant understanding him, but Ric didn't quite think that was it.

He was very much not letting himself think about Elena with Elijah. He knew he was the best person she could be with, and he did -almost- trust Elijah, but. Leap of faith, there. Trusting Elijah with his life was a hell of a lot easier than trusting him with his surrogate sort-of-kid.