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 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..."

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Ric didn't mind bruises, on his shoulders or elsewhere. Not when they were the outgrowth of Damon enjoying himself. Especially not tonight, when he not only understood the desire to leave marks, but shared it. His groan turned into a bit of a growl, just low and rough edged, and then stopped as his breath caught at the intensity of Damon's mouth on him going straight to his cock.

He met Damon's eyes, aroused as hell but his tone was a little wry. "I didn't bring lube...." Elena.

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Damon huffed a little, and looked around. Obviously, either of them bringing lube might have raised questions if Elena had found it. His eyes lit on the little bottles on the counter behind them.

"We have lotion? Lotion works..." Especially if Ric was doing the fucking. Damon could take, and enjoy, the lesser slickness. It would be more than enough.

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Ric reached out to take the bottle of lotion, but he did so just a bit slowly. "You sure?" he asked, almost against his will. He knew damn well Damon was a vampire, and that did translate into how he behaved with Damon during sex, but there was still...

Fuck it, a desire not to take advantage of that, he supposed. Not to let Damon push himself somewhere he didn't actually enjoy being just because he could take it. It was maybe ruining their desperate moment, but he needed the check in, and to remind Damon. Something.

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Damon gave him a crooked smile and leaned in to kiss him again, hard and still a little desperate. "Yes. Fuck yes, I'm sure..." He nipped at Ric's lower lip. "I need you in me..."

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His eyes darkened in response to the nip, and his nails scraped lightly over the curve of Damon's hip. "I'd kill for a bed," he murmured, with dry and teasing humor, but wriggled a little from between Damon and the counter. "But I'm not going to complain."

If Damon was sure, he was sure. Sort of. Mostly. He'd be more sure after this worked. He was sure as hell trusting Damon and wanting, though.

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Damon let him wriggle free and gave him a bit of a smirk. "Good--adventure is good or us," he said, a little teasing, almost giddy from the emotional roller coaster of the night.

He smirked a bit at Ric. "How do you want me?"

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The look Ric gave Damon was more predatory than anything he was usually capable of. "I can't think of a way to do this, in here, that keeps you facing me. So, spin around and hold onto the counter. Try not to rip it off the wall?"

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Damon gave him another smirk. "There probably isn't, no..." So, he spun and gripped the counter, looking back over his shoulder at him. "Like this?"

He was teasing, a little, but playing to that predatory look, the reversal there, was fun.

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Ric ran his hand over the curve of Damon's ass, then stepped and pressed his body close against Damon's, lips brushing just behind his ear. "Does this mean I get to bite your neck?" he asked, teasing and soft, voice just a little rough and cock hard where it was pressed between them. Hardening further, actually. He stopped, even, after the question to nibble a little at the line of Damon's throat, up to the shell of his ear.

There was a lot of skin exposed there. Feeling it, tasting it, and maybe teasing himself a little along with Damon was right up his alley.

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Damon tilted his head for Ric's teeth and tried to push back the rush of desire that would make that as fucking sweet as anything. That wasn't a thought he could entertain, so he just gave Ric a smirk.

"Do your worst," he said teasingly, rocking back against him. He was hard enough he was aching already and feeling Ric pressed against him, hard and ready for him, made Damon ache even more. "Please..."

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"My worst," he asked, and nipped again with blunt teeth. "How about I do my best...?" Much more likely to be fun that way, and yes, of course, he was teasing. He licked the spot he'd just bitten, tongue sliding slowly over Damon's skin, as he worked the bottle of lotion open.

The scent reminded him of... the hotel with Damon and the first time they'd do this. Enough so that he actually slowed down, just a tiny bit, and covered his fingers with the stuff, instead of his cock. Quite aside from being careful with Damon -and he was still learning limits there, and was only so willing to push- there was that memory prompting him.

He was very, very gentle about his press into Damon, but not terribly slow. A little push there, in starting with two fingers and not backing off. Just... careful about it.

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"Oh, your best will do quite nicely," Damon said with a shiver as Ric's tongue ran over him. He rocked back against Ric, body trembling at the feel of him there. When Ric pressed into him his head dropped down, hanging between his shoulder blades.

He rolled his hips back onto Ric's fingers, taking him deeper. The carefulness tugged at his heart, making the trembling something far more special. He couldn't breathe, his stomach twisting a little, but in a good way.

"Okay, yeah...your best is going to do really, really well..."

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The thinner lotion over his fingers made everything feel different to Ric, even with just his fingers inside Damon. Tighter, closer, and more...delicate. Greater friction, more contact, and even perhaps just a little better feel for Damon. Odd, in a way, but it kept him careful and following Damon's lead, as he pushed deeper inside him with the press of Damon's hips back, twisted his fingers a little, curled them and dragged them back out. He didn't hit Damon's prostate perfectly, because the angle was different, but the push, drag, twisting, and carefully fucking his fingers into Damon in a slow, deep rhythm, let him find it soon enough.

He kept nibbling and nipping at Damon, though more at his back and across his shoulders when Damon's head dropped down. "I'd hope so...." Otherwise he'd need more lessons that they didn't really have time for.

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Damon writhed a little bit, the fingers good (so fucking good), but not quite enough at the same time. They were enough, however, to have him distracted and a little whimpery. His stomach was clenching in deep seated pleasure while his cock throbbed and made it hard to breathe. His fingers flexed and curled against the sink, using the cold porcelain to center him in some way.

The continued nibbling and nipping made his breath come unevenly, and when Ric finally hit his prostate, he cried out a little, before biting it back. He'd already been wound from the evening. This was just pushing him higher and higher and making his head spin in delicious ways and fuck, but Ric wasn't even fully in him yet.

"Certainly...no...complaints," he managed on another whimper that left no doubt he was enjoying what Ric was doing...and aching for more.

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Ric was going to give him more. God, Ric was going to give him more. Just the feel of Damon around his fingers was enough to make his balls ache and cock jerk between them. He had to pull back to get lotion on his hand, stroke that hand over his cock. Even the light touch of his own hand made him curse softly under his breath and through his teeth.

A moment later, though and his fingers were replaced with the blunt, heated head of his cock. He was still pretty slow and careful, but this time it was more about him. Lotion? Was not lube. It made everything that much more intense, made him shudder and had his forehead pressed against the back of Damon's shoulder, scraping his teeth across skin in an attempt to distract himself, while he kept things slow and did his level best not to just slam into Damon and come.

It'd be embarrassing if Damon didn't feel so fucking incredible.

Or so much like Damon was completely his.

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Damon was trying really, really hard not to break the sink or counter, clinging to it tightly. Ric withdrawing his fingers made him whimper, even though he knew why he was doing it.

When Ric came back, Damon almost cracked the sink despite his best efforts. "Oh my god...Ric..."

It was so much more intense with the lotion rather than lube. Not painful, by any means, but not so slick, not the same glide...nothing blocking the heat of Ric's cock as he filled him. "Fuck..."

He pushed back against him, trying to take him deeper, to feel him completely. The scrape of his teeth made Damon shiver and moan, and he forced himself to ease his grip. "How much do you think they'll charge if I break the sink...?" He laughed a little on a groan, but he was perfectly serious.

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"Not worried about the bill," Ric said, through clenched teeth, as he struggled to control himself as he continued the slow, tight, press into Damon. "Am worried about us winding up face first in broken ceramic." He shuddered as he bottomed out, balls pressed against Damon, and slid his tongue along the back of his neck.

Another breath to steady himself, eyes closed and breath harsh and hot against Damon's skin, and then he pulled back a little and started to move. Short and staccato, staying deep.