Notes
I just had to try my hand at a story for this couple! They are too perfect. That being said: this story takes place post 3X11. Tyler is NOT a hybrid, but is a werewolf. I intend to write mainly about Jeremy and Tyler and their developing relationship. Rated 'T' for now.
~*~*~*~finding you
Jeremy slammed Tyler against the kitchen wall.
"You tell me, you just tell me what you know now."
"Or what?" Tyler asked. Jeremy gripped Tyler's shirt tighter and slammed him back again, leaning into Tyler, menace radiating from his tense frame.
Tyler, for all his strength, couldn't move.
He felt all of it, all at once. Jeremy was so close his breath beat against Tyler's neck. And Tyler felt Jeremy's hands through the thin fabric of his shirt, brushing his skin in an almost caress. It was enough to drive all thought from his mind.
Jeremy's brow furrowed in frustration. Really, there was little he could do. He was human in a town overrun by the supernatural and he was cursed with the knowledge of their existence and power.
One thing he was not, however, was powerless. Here now, for some inexplicable reason, he had Tyler at his mercy. All Jeremy had to do was grab the wolfsbane from the cabinet above his head and douse Tyler with it. At that point he would be in charge of what happened next.
But what would it all be for? Was what Tyler knew worth this violence? Jeremy shook his head, no, he thought, I am not that person.
Tyler knew the moment Jeremy had given up. He felt his hands slacken their grip on his shirt, his body sag forward slightly as if he were just about to push up and away from Tyler. And the thought was enough to shake him out his daze. He couldn't let Jeremy go just yet.
"What Gilbert, you're not going to finish this?" Tyler asked, moving his own arms up to grip Jeremy's shoulders. Jeremy tried to shrug him off.
"Forget it man. You're not worth this. I'm not going to hurt you." Tyler was only half-listening, as he was too disturbed by the sensations elicited by Jeremy's struggle to remove himself. And just as Tyler was struck by the nearness of Jeremy's neck, just as he wondering if it would taste as it smelled - a unique blend of spice, leaves and musk - the kitchen door slammed open.
"What is going on here?" Elena asked. Damon was behind her taking in the sight of the two of them entangled, smirking as always. Jeremy finally freed himself and stepped away from Tyler, who remained against the wall, face averted, breathing loudly.
"Tyler and I were discussing something Elena."
"Amicably as always, I see," Damon commented.
"Shut up Damon. Tyler, just leave. I have nothing more to say." At this, Tyler lifted his head, features composed and calm. He had the look of someone who'd just received unexpected good news. He knew something essential had just fallen into place.
"Okay, I'll go now, but we're going to finish this conversation later Jeremy." Tyler spoke to Jeremy quietly, as if they had been the only two people in the room.
As Tyler closed the door behind him, Elena started gesturing wildly at Jeremy. What was that? She asked. She couldn't wait until Tyler was out of hearing range. Jeremy just shook his head and looked away. He had no answers for her. He still wasn't sure himself.