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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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When Ric started to move, push himself up, Ric shifted with Damon and moved to rest beside him, moved into his arms and collapsed just a little against the counter himself, still letting it hold more of his weight than Damon. He slid his arms around Damon as best he could, rested his forehead against Damon's and closed his eyes. His hands didn't stay entirely still; he kept lightly stroking his fingers over Damon's skin, as he caught his breath and his pulse slowed a little.

He knew they weren't done, yet, but he needed to... keep touching Damon, reassuring himself, and nuzzling at the space he'd bitten, even though Damon (of course) healed rapidly. Damon wasn't the only one trembling a little, either.

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Damon wrapped his arms around him, holding him close, all but snuggling into him. His hand slid slowly over Ric's skin, up and down his back, returning the touches with a smile. His head tilted when Ric nuzzled, and he trembled just a little bit harder at the memory of the bite--nothing he'd ever expected from Ric, honestly.

He was so not complaining.

"Thank god no one knocked on the door," he said, some of his snark reasserting itself, but, honestly he was sincere, too. "I don't think we could have stopped."

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Ric hadn't expected it out of himself, really. It was just the need to claim, even temporarily mark, and have Damon had mattered a lot more than he'd expected it to. The realization that he could have lost Damon tonight, the... thing with Kol, the emotional crap... It was what he'd needed to do. He could only be glad that Damon's response to it had been as favorable as it had been.

"Could have?" Ric pulled back enough to be able to look at Damon. "You say that like we're finished, here."

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"Well, I'm not saying I want anyone to knock now, but if they did, we could at least...answer it?" Maybe. Ric's arms were around him and he didn't really want to let go of him any time soon.

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"Speak for yourself," he murmured, and nuzzled at Damon's neck. He didn't want to leave Damon and he was also pretty sure that if he lost Damon's arms and the counter right now he might fall on his face. Not in a bad way just a very, very satisfied one, that made standing up hard.

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Damon was, perhaps, not quite so physically drained but only because he was a vampire. Honestly, even his knees were a little weak. The shower was still running, though, steaming up the bathroom, and so he tugged Ric toward it, arms still around him.

"Let's get cleaned up, at least..." And then they could move to the bed. It would seem most likely that they would share a bed, right? Because it wouldn't be appropriate for either of them to sleep with Elena?

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Ric moved toward the shower, sticking close to Damon and being... unnecessarily (on a physical level) protective of Damon as they moved. He'd let himself be convinced that them in the same bed was more appropriate than either of them sleeping with Elena, if only because he wanted to be able to sleep with Damon.

After this, at least, he'd be less tempted to... succumb to equally inappropriate behavior. He stepped into the shower and under the water, but stayed very close to Damon. "Cleaned up's a good idea," he agreed, quietly. "And you still have to... put your mark back." it wasn't even feeding for him, in his head. It was just the necessary conclusion to something they'd set in motion.

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Damon didn't mind the closeness or the protectiveness. Honestly, it made him feel more secure and he did nothing to pull away, even once they were in the shower. He did reach for one of the wrapped soaps, snagging it, then holding up a finger for Ric to wait just a second while he leaned out of the shower and got them a washcloth before ducking back.

He leaned in and gave Ric a soft kiss. "I do," he agreed. He ducked his head and slid his tongue up Ric's neck, catching sweat and shower water and shivering a little bit. "Cleaned up first, then marking, then bed. Possibly with more clothes on than we might like, but bed, nonetheless." Honestly t-shirt and boxer shorts were a small price to pay to get to sleep close to Ric.

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Ric was confused by Damon leaning out of the shower, but relaxed a little when Damon came back and even more when Damon agreed and laid out a very clear plan. He closed his eyes with that relief, and let himself feel his emotional exhaustion just a little bit. He leaned in and very, very softly kissed Damon.

"We need to check up on Elena at some point...." Call, text, something. Because he suspected once he hit that bed, especially with Damon in it, he was going to not move before morning. Hopefully not move. Because otherwise? He might end up curled up around Damon and with Elena looking at them oddly.

And he really, really wanted to sleep with Damon and really, really didn't want to dump more stuff on Elena tonight.

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Damon returned the kiss lightly, nibbling at his lower lip, tongue sweeping over Ric's, before pulling back a little, resting his forehead against Ric's.

"When we're out, if she's not back. It's weird...I do not trust Elijah, at all, but....I don't think he'll hurt her, tonight. If only because he's grateful you undaggered him."

He brushed his fingers through Ric's hair, then soaped up the washcloth. "Normally, I'd make this a lot more sensual, but ...I really want to just curl up in bed..."

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"I really don't know if I trust him or not," Ric admitted. "More than my alternatives, but Klaus is still around...." Somewhere, and he wanted Elena with someone. Elijah seemed to still make more sense for protecting her than them - more capable of it - but he wanted to know she was around, okay, and hadn't, he didn't know, been delivered to Klaus as a peace offering.

He reached for the cloth while he was speaking. "I don't care about sensual." He was so tired he could barely see straight. He just wanted Damon's fangs in him, and then to collapse on a clean bed.

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"Trust me...I am very well aware of Klaus's around-ness." He ran his hand over his chest, grimacing a little bit. "And Elijah's pissed enough at him, I think he'll keep her away from him just for spite, if nothing else."

He reached to brush fingers over Ric's hair. "We'll call her, or whatever, when we're done in here, or I can go look for her, if you want me to." He leaned in to nibble at Ric's jaw, before letting him soap up the cloth. "Clean. Blood. Bed."

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Ric grumbled quietly, but he couldn't really deny being glad that he hadn't been with Damon in the bar. He was almost positive he would have gotten himself killed. Probably for good. He... really needed to work on his seething hatred of Klaus. Add it to his general possessiveness tonight, and the result would have been really, really bad.

He tilted his head a bit at the nibble and settled, and soaped up the cloth and put it to use, rinsed it out and re-soaped and put it to use on Damon, matter of factly. "One down, two to go."

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Damon let Ric handle the washing, eyes falling closed as he cleaned them up, though he only pulled back from Ric's jaw when soap got in the way. He was glad Ric hadn't been there tonight, either. God knew he couldn't have kept them both safe--though maybe Ric being there would have tempered his mouthing off.

Maybe.

He gave Ric a bit of a smirk when they were rinsed off.

"Where?" he asked, softly, fingertips running over Ric's neck. He didn't want him to have it showing if he didn't want to, didn't want to bite somewhere that would be hidden, if he didn't want to hide it.

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Ric had stepped into the shower pretty tired. The heat and relaxation that came from the shower and just being close to Damon was doing a number on his head. So, his first response to Damon's question was an 'eloquent': "Um."

He blinked a few times, putting the soap back and hanging the cloth over the shower curtain rod. Having to explain a bite mark to Elena was still something he wanted to avoid, and he really didn't want Damon to come under fire from... unfortunately just about everyone, if he turned up with a bite mark that stayed and demanded an explanation.

He also didn't want Damon to feel like he was being hidden, or a dirty little secret. Though, honestly, the whole 'you're a guy' thing added a layer for Ric, however much it didn't matter at all to him right now.

"Thigh? Hip? Are you feeding or marking?"

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Damon watched as Ric tried to decide and, really, he knew he couldn't leave a bite mark on his neck--not even if everyone knew about them. He couldn't run around town with that showing without far too many people asking too many questions. The urge that didn't care was solely and utterly a primal one still in response to Rebekah's bite on Ric's wrist. Everyone had seen that one. The primitive part of Damon's brain thought they should see his, so they knew not to touch ever again.

But he took a breath and pushed that down and reminded himself that this was for them, and that was what mattered. And, really? It was.

"Hip will hurt less tomorrow," he murmured a bit. "And I don't want to take too much." So not really feeding, just tasting.

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It was a big deal for Ric, to make sure Damon not feel judged for what he was. There was some element of that in play in his conflict and... regret, maybe, was the closest word. Recognizing the practicalities, but also recognizing Damon's capacity for fragility.

"Hip works," he murmured, brushing a thumb across Damon's cheekbone. "Maybe repeat a few times, keep your blood out of my system and see if we can get it to scar, so we don't have to keep losing the thing...."

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Surprise slid across Damon's face for a moment, but then he smiled softly and didn't even try to keep the warm glow out of his eyes.

"I like that idea..."

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There was more than one way, it seemed, to make Damon feel wanted and secure. ...And like someone was his, first. Tired as he was, he kept getting more and more the whys behind Damon being bothered by Elijah (or, actually, Rebekah) having bitten him.

"Out of the shower, then, okay?" He turned off the shower. Hot water and bleeding, but also slick surfaces, and not really wide enough for Damon to be comfortable on his knees. He could sit on, or lean against, the counter Damon had been on.

He kissed Damon softly, grabbed a towel and passed one back to Damon.

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Damon smiled, pretty damn happy for the moment, and took the towel, drying off quickly, mostly so he could watch Ric at his leisure. Only when Ric was dry did he give him a bit of a smirk, dropping to his knees in a controlled movement and leaning in to run his mouth lightly over Ric's hip.

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Ric leaned back against the counter, and worked his fingers very lightly through Damon's wet hair, easing through snarls. His slid half-shut, but he continued to watch Damon. He braced himself a little, when Damon's mouth slid across his hips. Very subtle, just in him pressing his fingers against the counter top and a slightly deeper breath. He didn't expect to be hurt. He just expected it to be less than fantastically pleasant without the endorphins of sex in play.

He really, really wanted that mark, though.

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Damon continued to nuzzle, just tasting his skin, breathing him in, the soap and Ric and some lingering scents of Damon imprinted on his skin. The rest was washed away--no more Elijah, no more Rebekah. Just them. The nuzzling turned to teasing a little bit with his tongue. Maybe it wasn't all about sex again, nor was he trying to coax Ric into anything more than this--but he did want it still to have a pleasant edge.

When he finally bit, it was as gentle as he could make it. He didn't drink deeply, just tasted Ric with a little whimper, tongue teasing over the bite marks lightly.

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Ric relaxed more and more, with the little bit of tease. He knew there was no demand for it to be sexual on his end, but the play of Damon's tongue on his skin was still nice, and enjoyable. He made a soft sound, and slid his fingers through Damon's hair. There was a slightly harder exhale when Damon bit, and his fingers tightened minutely, but when he felt the sting of Damon's tongue over the mark, he relaxed a lot, and much more abruptly.

Like the last thing that needed to happen tonight, for things to be okay, even for a little while, had. At least like something had been completed, been solidified and cemented. "Better," he murmured.

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Damon lingered a little bit more until he got the blood flow to slow--luckily, he hadn't bitten where there was a ton of blood flow like the scalp or whatever. He did reach for a washcloth to press over it as he rose back to his feet and brushed a kiss over Ric's lips.

"Much, much better," he agreed.

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If Damon started biting Ric's scalp, Ric was going to have something to say about it. And maybe make odd faces, because a mouthful of bloody hair didn't sound at all appealing to him. He put his fingers under Damon's chin and lightly returned the kiss, before carefully pushing him back up to stand. He was exhausted, now that he was relaxed, ready to curl up with Damon, but still worried about Elena.

He didn't really focus on that just yet, just on carefully moving. "Mph." He was really eloquent when he was tired, obviously. "Clothes." Which he was reaching for. "Doubt I'll bleed through boxers and jeans." Since Damon had mostly gotten it stopped and if he did, well. Elena could not notice. "Thank you."