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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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.

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"Okay...that would suck..." Damon managed to agree, but then Ric's tongue was on him and he was deep inside him and against him, and Damon couldn't think to form words anymore.

He braced himself more carefully, but then Ric moved and all Damon could do was hold on and press back against him, trying to match that short rhythm that was sending pleasure sparking and flooding through him. He moaned loudly, not even trying to be quiet.

He was too hot and Ric was hotter, burning against him and inside him, setting off sparks that seared along every nerve and pushing Damon higher. A little desperately, he slid his hand to curl around his cock, stroking in time with Ric's thrusts.

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"No," Ric growled, but soft and breathless, reached around Damon and grabbed hold of his wrist. "Keep both hands on the sink." There was nothing aggressive about it, beyond the soft growl, he didn't stop or change his rhythm, just quietly made a demand. He was claiming Damon here. Right now, apparently, he was possessive enough that Damon touching himself was some kind of issue.

Okay, no, that wasn't it. It was that he wanted Damon, and all of Damon. It wasn't jealousy, it was the desire to have Damon really depend on him for this.

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Damon shot him a slightly startled look over his shoulder, but then smiled slowly and let go of his cock, putting his hand back against the sink.

His cock ached and wanted attention, but the look in Ric's eyes was enough to send a thrill through him, twisting in his stomach deliciously.

"Like this?"

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Fortunately, there was a mirror in front of them, which meant that if Damon really wanted he could keep enjoying the look in Ric's eyes. "Yes." Was he supposed to be using full sentences when he was balls deep in Damon? Not happening. "Keep them there." Best he could manage, for the moment. He went back to fucking Damon, a little deeper, strokes a little longer, angle just a little better.

If Damon was good, Ric would get his hand around to Damon's cock soon. Honest. Just... not yet. He didn't know where this making a point thing was coming from, exactly, but he was making it with enthusiasm, and some roughness and force.

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"Yes, sir..." Damon gasped, half serious, half snarking. He gripped the sink as Ric got rougher, moaning and crying out a little bit when Ric hit just right, deep inside of him.

He finally remembered the mirror and looked up at it to watch Ric, drinking in his expression and finding the hunger there something that turned him on even more. God, he was beautiful like this, and the level of being wanted Damon could see there had his cock twitching again, and his breath coming in uneven gasps.

If Ric wanted to make a point about just who Damon belonged to, Damon was pretty damn sure he'd made it and continued to reinforce it. Damon's focus was fully on him, forgetting about everything and everyone else, nevermind the emotional strain of the night.

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Ric nipped at Damon, more playful than serious, in response to the snark, but it was short. He swore he could feel Damon's focus fix on him, the stress and any distraction fall away. He certainly saw when Damon's eyes locked onto the mirror. The mirror wasn't what did it for Ric, at all, but seeing Damon's expression and really, truly, having him, and knowing that it went beyond the physical and that that reaction was all for him?

That more than did it for Ric.

He groaned deeply and moved his hand to wrap around Damon's cock, warm and a little rough with callouses and swept his thumb across the head, and then just let the force of his thrusts into Damon do the work. Shove Damon into his hand and then back it off a little. He was lost, he was gone and for all that this was about him, primaly, needing to lay some sort of claim to Damon and take what he felt like they'd just established was his...

He felt almost as much like he was being taken. Desperately hard, aching, lungs burning and air seeming to sear his lungs, heart hammering in his ears, mouth finding the side of Damon's throat again. It was almost like he knew what he was doing, and maybe this far into instinct and wanting and needing... he kind of did.

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Damon was never, ever going to argue that Ric didn't know what he was doing. Fast learner, instinct, just the way they fit--if anyone had ever felt more right inside of him, he couldn't remember it, couldn't name it.

Maybe belonging to someone, knowing they belonged to you, really did make it better. That wasn't something he'd know. But he was learning...god, he was learning.

He wanted, needed, to close his eyes against the onslaught of sensation as Ric's fingers wrapped around him, but he didn't want to lose sight of Ric's face, either. So, he moaned and jerked back to meet his thrusts, forward into his hand, let him set the pace and tilted his head more for Ric's mouth.

He wanted to last, wanted to make this last forever, but he couldn't, no matter how much he wanted. Knowing it would, could, last, or happen again, or just that Ric was his? He stopped trying to hold on and felt himself immediately fly apart, crying out sharply as he came.

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Ric waited until he could feel Damon's climax approaching, feel it in the tightness around his cock, and the hardness of Damon's cock in his hand, swore he could even see it in his eyes and the tension moving across his shoulders and neck. When he felt that, just the second before it was accompanied by the wet heat over his hand, he bit down on the side of Damon's throat, and bit down hard. Hard enough to, even with human blunt teeth, break skin and draw blood, dug in and clamped down and held on.

Then, and only then, did he slam into Damon again, another couple of times but no more, and let climax sweep through him.

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The bite coming right on top of his climax had Damon crying out even louder. He couldn't stop, it seemed--waves of pleasure racing through him with each of Ric's final thrusts, the hot rush inside of him.

The shudders didn't stop for a while, though his body finally relaxed and he dropped his forehead to his arms on the sink with a groan or pure completion.

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How Ric managed to avoid collapsing right on top of Damon was a mystery, even to Ric, but somehow he managed to brace one hand on the wall and the other on Damon's back and stay up when Damon sank down. He dropped his head, closed his eyes and stroked his thumb back and forth between Damon's shoulder blades and tried to find his voice and calm his heart enough to hear anything but the thunder of the pulse in his ears.

After a moment or two he gently pulled out of Damon. Kept rubbing his back but got most of his weight onto the wall instead of Damon. He felt... very satisfied, and much, much more at ease than he had before they'd begun this. Like Damon might actually be 'his', after all the sharing and stress and upset. He wanted to hold Damon, but that couldn't happen in a bathroom. So he just kept touching him.