Damon

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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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Damon still looked as skittish as a wild horse, uncertainty still flickering, though it wasn't at all for his side of it. Maybe a little at first, but...he'd let Elena go off with Elijah with barely a flicker, and now just wanted to curl up against Ric for the night.

That had to be saying something.

"You're sure?" Because he'd sort of figured he was like...Ric's healing from Jenna--safe sex for an outlet with a friend, not...more.

And he wasn't sure he could take it if Ric just upped and changed his mind next week.

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Ric had noticed that he'd let Elena go off with Elijah. He was still pretty unsure on that front, actually. He refused to be put in a situation where he saw Elena as competition or someone to be jealous of. The thought of that gave him far more pause than anything else could, or had.

And even that was just another layer of abstract worry. It didn't translate to indecisive. "I"m sure I want you to be...."

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Damon breathed a little easier and gave him a bright smile. "Good. I'm sure I want uou to be, too."

He started to lean in to kiss him again, remembered the blood. "I'll...go brush my teeth again?"

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Ric gave a snort of amused laughter, caught Damon by the back of the neck and leaned in and kissed him. Not soft or tentative, but hard and deep and tongue sweeping into his mouth without any hesitation, much less recoil from the taste of blood. Heck, he still had the taste of Damon's blood in his mouth.

He pulled back a little bit, forehead to forehead with Damon. "The problem wasn't blood."

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Damon made a surprised, pleased noise into the kiss, kissing Ric back just as hard and thoroughly, then laughed a little when he pulled back.

"I know the initial one wasn't...." He just didn't think Ric had gotten past the taste of blood, fully.

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He hadn't. Not anywhere near fully. It was still a shocking taste to him, and something that had years and years of being a really bad sign, especially in his own mouth. Usually accompanied by some degree of pain, often major. He grinned, though. "You can brush your teeth, if you want. Or go rinse your mouth out with bourbon."

It was Damon, though. Part of him. Shying away from any part of Damon was not something he'd have done as Damon's friend, much less something else.

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Damon moved in a blur and back with the bourbon, taking a healthy swig. Given he fully intended to leave his own mark on Ric's skin, brushing his teeth seemed like a waste,MIT Ric wasn't protesting.

"How long do you think we have?" Until Elena came back.

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"I'm not sure," Ric admitted, slowly. "It depends on how upset she is, and how long Elijah's siblings will let him be away. I'd be surprised if she was back in the next hour, probably two." He couldn't make promises, though. "What are you thinking?"

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Damon gave him a slightly sheepish smile. "That you're wearing far too many clothes..."

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"I'm inclined to agree...."

He wanted Damon. He wanted Damon more than he would have believed imaginable, and given the amount of sex they'd had, from South Carolina back to Virginia, that was saying something. The night had been... intensely emotional for all of them, probably more Damon and Elena, but also for the two of them together. All the jealousy and possessiveness and some kind of tentative declaration and... All of it.

Didn't mean it was necessarily the best idea, and he sort of looked torn, glancing toward the door.

"There's got to be a way we can manage this, without dumping something else on Elena's plate. Doesn't even have to be sex...."

Just contact. Maybe getting Damon's bite back on him, somewhere out of sight.

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Damon considered. He wanted Ric, too, with a burning intensity born out of that possessive urge. "We could lock the bolt?" He suggested. "That would give us warning more than her walking down the hall..."

Enough for Ric to make it to the bathroom and Damon back into his jeans, at the least.

"Though if she comes back at an awkward point..."

Like if they were on the verge of coming...

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"We could come up with some really complicated plans," he said, smiling a little. "Lock the bolt, take it into the bathroom, and if she does come back you can tell her I took a walk and you took advantage of the opportunity to masturbate. That just leaves needing to get her out of the room long enough for me to get out of the bathroom."

He was, quite probably, now teasing. More seriously: "We could both go...?"

They needed to tell Elena. It just really wasn't the night for it.

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"Go where?" Damon gave him a bemused look, caught in ways of trying to make the thing work.

The teasing actually had a grain of possibility in it. "Bolt the door, head to the bathroom--I can get back out here and dress to let her in pretty damn fast, and just say I was brushing my teeth while you finished in the shower or whatever."

Guys did that sort of thing, didn't they? Human ones, locker rooms, whatever. He had no idea.

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Ric considered the question, then nodded. "Take a change of clothes in with me, leave the shower running?"

This was kind of ridiculous, but right now.... Worth it for him. Totally worth it. He and Damon were close friends. Him showering while Damon brushed his teeth or whatever was something he would have gone along with, even before this. Whatever this was.

Though he had no idea how in the name of hell they were going to handle sleeping arrangements, tonight.

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It was absolutely ridiculous. Damon knew that. But god, he needed to feel Ric against him right now. He would think about sleeping arrangements later. He'd sort of been thinking about them all day, really, but had come to no conclusion.

"Get your clothes, then," he said, eyes darkening a little.

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Ric leaned in again and kissed Damon, much more softly. He wondered a little when he'd gotten so easily affectionate. Then he decided that it was probably a result of being so careful on this trip to keep things under wraps. Then... tonight happening, for both of them.

He pulled back, grabbed a change of clothes and headed into the bathroom, where he turned the shower on first. Then he started pulling off the clothes he was wearing.

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Damon smiled a little ridiculously at the kiss, and watched him go before stripping out of everything he was wearing except his jeans. Those he was undoing as he followed Ric into the bathroom.

Tonight had left him more than a little unsteady and he needed this. Felt like Ric did, too, and he moved to him practically stalking and pushed him up against the counter just to kiss him softly, but thoroughly.

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Damon was better at reading people, Ric in particular, than it seemed like he always gave himself credit for. Ric was rattled, and while needing to be reassured that he was wanted was usually more Damon's... thing than his, tonight, he did.

He also just plain needed to feel Damon, to curl his hands around Damon's hips and pull him solidly in against him, feel the press of Damon's body against his and the slide of his tongue against Damon's. He needed... more than just to be reassured that he was wanted. This was all the physical affection they hadn't been expressing on this trip, and the need to, he didn't know, reaffirm his claim on Damon? Connection to him? Something a little hotter, and a little more demanding.

He stayed reasonably soft with the kiss, though, affection first and foremost, holding Damon against him as he let heat build and he kissed him, slick and hot, but also sweet. Just enjoying the kiss as a kiss, and reaccquainting himself with the way Damon tasted, felt, moved with and against him.

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Damon slid one hand up Ric's chest to curl around the back of his neck, pulling him just that much closer. The kiss took on a heated edge as he let Ric pull him close, his hips rocking a bit into him, wanting more almost immediately, though that more was something he tried to keep out of the kiss, following Ric's lead.

The emotion--whatever name you wanted to call it--was as important as the touch, but the touch was the way he knew how to express the motion, and after everything tonight, he needed this.

Affirmation, connection, possessiveness...it was all there and he indulged in it.

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Ric groaned at the light rock and drag of Damon's cock against him, flexed his stomach and thighs a bit to move against him in return, but didn't immediately jump straight to heat. There was something a little tentative, a little careful, there for just another moment.

But then Damon hit something just right and something gave, and he gave with it. He groaned more deeply, tightened his hands on Damon's hips, nipped a little at Damon's tongue and got just a little bit more ...okay with the possessiveness he was feeling, relaxed into it and went with it. Pushed back against Damon more solidly, and got... a little sloppier about it.

Chasing down the taste of bourbon, blood, and Damon underlying both, slid his hands around and down over Damon's ass to pull him in more closely.

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The tentativeness ate at him, making him ache in ways he hadn't in a while. All the shit he'd done...making Ric doubt anything as not something he wanted to do. Then again, he hadn't known what Ric wanted til now, either.

He'd been too scared to ask. If solace was what he sought, Damon would have given it, had given it, but he hadn't thought to plan for more.

The more heated, less careful got his attention fully, though, and he pressed back with a more deliberate roll into him, letting their cocks drag and press against each other. He nipped sharply at Ric's lower lip and then let his lips wander down his throat, nipping lightly as he went.

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The moment Damon's teeth touched Ric's skin, his heart skipped a beat, his hands tightened, and any rhythm he'd contributed to the drag of their cocks against one another faltered. His skin flushed, felt too tight, something low in his stomach twisted and tightened to the point of aching, and his breath caught.

It was feeding into arousal, sure, but mostly... it was anticipation, and a simpler desire. He didn't have a fetish for being bitten, even by a vampire. He was an adrenaline junkie, but he wasn't really a masochist. He liked biting because it was Damon doing it, and there was, admittedly, a big difference in being bitten at the height of arousal and just being bitten.

But the anticipation... it was all about coming together, now, the realization that Damon was his, and he was Damon's, and fuck all if Ric knew what that meant, but in the aftermath of Kol and Elijah, biting was part of the package, right along with the sex.

He realized they didn't have lube in this room and that meant things weren't going to go exactly the way he might have ideally wanted, and realized at the same time that he didn't give a damn; he just wanted Damon. He tilted his head to the side when he started to breath again, with a soft, deep, groan, and slid one hand between them to wrap around both of them. He was still reasonably new to... a lot of things, but he could read Damon. He could figure it out.

And with time, that was going to keep getting better.

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Damon moaned when Ric touched him, a shudder rippling over his skin, and for a moment all he could do was shiver and press harder into him.

He didn't bite down, though, not yet. He liked that skip of anticipation, the way Ric's heartbeat and breathing shifted, the inviting tilt of his head. It wasn't about blood, really, though that was always part of what he hungered for. It was pulling Ric into him, mingling them even more closely that way.

His hand slid back to the other side of Ric's neck, cradling it, holding him there. The lack of live had yet to occur to him--he'd probably curse when it did. He wanted Ric in him in every way possible, and he wasn't above reaching for the lotion on the counter behind them. He nipped again, then ducked his head to tease his tongue over Ric's collarbone.

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If Damon provided an alternative to lube, Ric would take it and take it gladly. Being inside Damon was part of what he wanted, right along with having some part of him -and blood was fine, thank you, especially given the comparatively long amount of time him getting fucked was likely to take- inside Damon. He wanted to... mark Damon back, and since that wasn't really going to happen, fucking was the next best thing.

And since he hadn't realized that was a reasonable possibility, touching would do just fine, with no regrets.

Until then, he shuddered a little at the fingers sliding over the back of his neck and holding him still, pushed back enough for Damon's foreskin to well and truly be out of the way when he dragged his thumb directly across the head. He also dug his fingers into Damon's ass just a little harder, just shy of something that would have bruised a human. He didn't care when Damon bit. He cared that Damon bit, eventually.

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Damon cursed softly at the direct drag over the head of his cock, his fingers biting in hard enough to Ric's skin that he...might actually leave bruises, though he lessened the hold almost immediately.

His teeth scraped skin along Ric's shoulder, breaking the skin just a little, enough for a tease, a taste of blood without really breaching it. Nevertheless, his lips sealed around it, sucking hard for a moment--most definitely hard enough to bruise.

There were other ways to mark him besides bite marks, but his shoulder wasn't likely to be seen by anyone else.

He lifted his head, eyes dark. "I want you to fuck me..."