Alaric was breathing harder than ever before at the revelations in just a short night, laying on his back, which was planted to the cream colored carpet of his apartment, the little light that was left of the sun shining through onto the figures lying there, both not far from the light blue couch and coffee table that held newly graded test, though far enough where they couldn't just reach out and touch the objects. Alaric was on the floor, on his back with dried tears marring his now rosy cheeks, his chest and throat tight, and he was underneath the man who he had hated most, images of how he got here kept flashing through his head. Alaric being under Damon in this intimate position was probably he was be worrying about later, or if there is a later, he could just kill him, though Damon killing him would just make him come back, thanks to the bulky ring that had been given to him by wife, or more like ex-wife, the ring that was still snuggly rested on his middle right finger.
Back to the world were his 'dead' wife slept with a different man that wasn't him and who also changed her into the now…undead? The exact man who laying on him, looking down at him with those blue eyes that seem to swirl, they were just so blue, like very light sapphire, and that was probably the only description Alaric could come up with at the moment, though Alaric thought, anyone would have trouble thinking too if all of Damon was pressed down on the, in both the threatening and sensual way. Back to the world where vampires –and now werewolves- existed, back to the world, where Damon Salvatore use to try and torment him, though there really isn't a reason to say 'use to' when Alaric felt he was torturing him right then, but Alaric had a hard time thinking at all anymore as Damon slowly lowered his head towards Alaric's neck and throat, releasing chilled air that was his breath over Alaric's skin that was slightly damp from sweat and still drying tears, the blood pumped harder, making the small pulse point there visible as a shiver racked Alaric's body when Damon lips brushed lightly over where neck met shoulder, though not using teeth.
The soft carpet under Alaric's back seemed quite comfortable now as Damon pressed him farther into it. Alaric's hand were held next to his head as Damon held them down, not with extreme force, just enough so that he couldn't move them, or so he got the message not to move them or Damon would probably put more force, so Alaric just stayed there, slightly afraid of what would happen, or what wouldn't happen next if he said something and the vampire stopped. Damon's mouth traveled up his neck, nipping at Alaric's Adams apple and skimming over his pulse point and getting closer to his ear.
Alaric couldn't stop the jerk of his shoulders or hips as Damon sucked the skin under his right ear, the suction was neither soft nor rough, it had Alaric trying to stop the moan that had built up in his throat, only catching about half of it, the other half though, Damon quiet with his mouth, Alaric not really in his right mind when he kisses back, like an instinct to kiss Damon back, though that doesn't stop him from liking it any less.
Kissing Damon Salvatore was like no other, his was fiery and dangerous, but the way moved his lips against Alaric's was tender, than again it was also provocative making Alaric reach out for more. Alaric had been kissed before, by a several different women in his life time, some were great, but this was diffidently one of a kind, something that he would remember forever, seeing as Damon couldn't compel him to forget anymore, he could try, but with the vervain that would be a fail, an Alaric would be pissed.
Though he would probably deny it later, when Damon pulled away, Alaric whimpered. Alaric had never seen guys like he did Damon, he wasn't gay, and he honestly wasn't attractive to any guy…except Damon, maybe Damon is just that one exception.
"Woo, was that a whimper I heard." Damon's voice and words reached Alaric's ears and he tried to glare at the cocky tone in his voice but probably failed miserably. Alaric took deep breathes and finally noticed his hands were free, not being held down by strong hands, though said hands had been chilled were now warmer after soaking up some of Alaric's heat that seemed to radiate.
Damon was straddling Alaric's waist, his hand on either side of Alaric's head, though not holding them down anymore, seeing that when he let him go, he hadn't tried to stop him, though now Alaric seem to take note that his hands weren't being held and stared at one thinking, his eyebrows in a deep V, obviously thinking really hard on what do next, or what he was allowed to do next. Damon wanted to make a wise crack but it died when Alaric lifted his hands and pressed them to Damon's chest, like he was going to push him off, putting just a bit of pressure, though Damon knew that it wasn't really as much pressure as he could be using, though it wouldn't matter against Damon anyway. Damon was stronger, faster, and more of a predator than any human could ever be, diffidently enough to be anyone's nightmare, but Damon wasn't going to force Alaric, because the older looking man interested him, and what an interest it was, though it was full of new things, new emotions.
Few people interest Damon anymore, not after 140 plus years of being a vampire, Elena interested him with her looks, than other things when he actually got to know her but she wanted nothing to do with him, Caroline, though that interest hadn't lasted long as she started talking, the Bennet witch, who was clearly out to get him in any way possible, and now this man, though it seemed that Alaric trampled all others in ways Damon didn't think had been possible.
Alaric's smoky eyes connected with his, the depths deep, and Damon wanted to lean down and connect with Alaric's lips again, make Alaric taste him, make him smell like Damon, so people would know not to touch him, so that's what he did. Damon tilted his head slightly to one side opening his mouth slightly and closing his now warmed lips against Alaric's. He felt the shorter man move against his body, or the parts that were currently touching, though his movements gave off that he was being hesitant as he opened his mouth, and Damon lightly licked against the human man's lips, the exotic taste made Alaric quiver, his right hand lifting up, making Damon tense lightly, thinking that he would hit him, though it probably wouldn't hurt all that bad, it was just a serious rejection thing for him. After everything that had happened just in that one night, Alaric rejecting him would be the worst in a while.
Alaric felt the tense of the body over his and brought his hands back down to lightly rest on the soft shirt. Though that's soft shirt was over skin that even softer, though it was probably like silk over medal, making the image even better.
Alaric needed breathe thought he didn't want to detach himself from the moment that would end, for it all to go back to being like before, and he couldn't lie and say that would be a great thing. Alaric yanked his head back, but more like sideways seeing as his head flat against the floor gasping for a breath, the movement had Damon back in head up considerably looking down at him, his lips where slightly pinker than before, almost the color on Alaric's flushed face. The human man was taking deep breaths, trying to get the feeling of not having enough air to go away, and the black spots to stop dancing in his vision.
If you asked Alaric why, why he felt like this, why Damon Salvatore felt like this, he wouldn't be able to answer you, because he, himself didn't have an answer to tell himself, diffidently not tell you why Damon was doing this to him, why he made his body on fire from lust and other unnamable things, when his mind and body use to be set on fire from rage because of the past, things that Alaric blamed Damon for, when half of it wasn't his fault. The fingers that had gone slack against the vampire settled on him once again, they tightened regaining previous pressure, though more so than last time, trying to stop him from making Alaric forget his train of thought, yet again.
"Why are you doing this?" The question registered and it had Damon blanching. He looked for an answer for the question, some quick answer to it all; he just wanted to taste him again, though it probably wasn't just for the taste, it was for the connected feeling he felt., the feeling of being connected to someone, after so long of being alone. Though the taste was diffidently something Damon would remember. Alaric tasted spicy, but smart if smart had a taste, something just a bit under that, it t was human yet dangerous, with a hint of brandy. The human man's taste made Damon's body burn, much like Alaric's but with the burn, came blood lust that most vampires had, even one that was as old as he, though compared Pearl and Ana he wasn't old at all. This man had seen a lot just in the past two years, and this year, no more like this few months had been hectic just because of Damon alone, some things that Damon felt guilty for, though it wasn't in him to apologize, probably wouldn't stop the guilt anyways. Damon could say he doesn't feel all he wants, but Alaric knows better, even Damon's brother knows better.
Damon seemed to look into his eyes deep, almost like a demanding for Alaric to tell him why he was doing this, 'remember what I said, please don't make me stop' Damon thought silently at Alaric. The emotions began to bubble underneath, and Alaric took a deep breath full getting his vision back, his breathing centered once again, and looked deep into his ocean eyes, and suddenly remembered how he got into the predicament, which evidently was still going on, there grown male bodies pressed together, well almost fully now as Damon was lowering his body down, and when he reached to where he couldn't go any further he looked down at the, strong and slightly tanned, hands on his sternum that was stopping him, and just stared almost like willing them to move, and looked back at Alaric through his dark eyelashes.
Alaric looked back at him, and his hands started to shake a bit as Damon looked back and forth between his slowly darkening green eyes and quietly sighed, from the feeling, when he felt the brushing of Alaric's hand as he moved them to his side. Damon waited a second before continuing slowly to lower himself till their chest pressed together; Alaric's heart beating strongly, so strongly that Damon could feel it against his chest where his no longer beating heart lye. Damon dipped his head further like if going to kiss the shorter man beneath him, low enough that their chins touched, and their mouths were once again close but just slightly brushing. Alaric didn't move his hands far as he ran them down Damon's side landing on his waist hesitant to do so, like one wrong move, and this was over. The sound of Alaric's skin moving against the vampires shirt was amongst the other sound that were around him, though none very loud, except their shared breathing and his heartbeat.
Alaric couldn't help it as he lightly ran his hands up and down Damon's sides slowly. The motion of up his waist and ribs, stopping just under his arms, and back down squeezing just above his hips, though Alaric froze and stopped this motion when he finally took notice to the fact that….Damon's body was shaking slightly, quivering all over, like when Alaric's body got too cold and started to shake, the vibrations running through him and into Alaric, though most of Alaric's body was already shaking.
Damon had done these actions of planting this flat against each other slowly, slow enough to make Alaric see what was happening, and give him the option of telling him to stop, though Damon hoped to hell he wouldn't so no and wasn't disappointed, because he didn't want to move to fast, an spook him, he rarely ever had the right kind of patience, but now it seems he had quite a bit of it, though his body had almost given to just hurrying the process along, but Damon just pushed those thoughts away, making the strain hard, causing his to shake. Alaric's eyes flashed and his body went taut for a second as Damon pressed their hips together, their legs intertwining and there was pressure as their groins pressed together, nearly making Alaric moan from the it, and everything of the two men's fronts were finally pressed all the way together. Chest against chest, one beating heart pressed again a non-beating one, faces close, legs intertwined, though Alaric's hands never strayed from there perch of Damon's thin muscular waist.
Damon answered the question for him repeating his words from earlier the reason for all this. "Because you need me'' though Damon's voice was serious now as he whispered against Alaric's ear, it no longer held that teasing tone, it was a tender tone, a tone that no one but Katherine had heard, though when Stefan was still just a child and their mother passed away he used it, but that was so long ago, it's almost like the tone was something new for him, like the first time every using his voice like this, like baby discovering that he could change the volume of his voice, though for that one, it usually got really loud. They thought almost made Damon smirk, but he kept it in check as he looked down into the teacher's eyes and saw was he wanted, and needed, the thing only Alaric could give him, because Damon needed Alaric just like Alaric needed him.
Damon's forehead was pressed against Alaric's, the skin on Alaric's face was damp like his neck still was and his breathing was slightly harsher, the slight sweat was making the hair on his hair line darker, contrasting with the brownish blonde, making Damon want to taste the red sweet liquid running through the veins of the man who actually still had a heartbeat, to see if it tasted like his mouth, so see if it tasted like…Alaric. To feel Alaric's blood running through his veins, his body, maybe his heart….
TBC….