I.
hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me
Damon's arms around him are strong and Alaric feels safe. He could stay like this forever, he thinks. Damon holding him is all he needs.
Then Damon is touching him, just the way Alaric likes, his hand skating down Alaric's sides, stroking his cock. Damon moves within him, a little to fast, a little too hard, a little too… mean.
Before Alaric can protest, Damon's lips are on his, soothing, coaxing, and everything is right again—until he feels Damon's hand on his throat, pressing tighter and tighter.
Just as life is sliding out of his reach, the compulsion slips and he finds himself gazing into Klaus's cruel, cold eyes. And then nothing.
II.
when I call you, you must go where I lead
It starts as a prickling under his skin, ever present, but he ignores it, determined, as he always is, not to respond this time. Then, if he concentrates, he thinks he can hear someone calling in the distance, barely audible, just out of earshot, but there, waiting for him to come.
Just when he thinks he's won this time, his own body betrays him, taking over as if it has a mind of its own. It drags him, kicking and screaming on the inside, to his master.
"Why do you always resist?" Klaus asks, smiling, his voice amused, but his eyes cold and dark. "You know my blood will always bring you back to me."
He lays his hands on Alaric, and Alaric's eyes fall closed, giving in to the feeling at last. Home.
III.
don't leave me alone in this bed
"Bastard," Alaric snarls as his hands twist in the vervain-soaked ropes. A slow smile slithers across Klaus's face, never reaching his eyes, and Alaric's stomach lurches. Klaus kneels on the bed between Alaric's legs, and Alaric's feeling of dread just intensifies. He kicks out, but Klaus grabs his legs easily, pushing them apart. Alaric cries out as Klaus sinks his teeth into Alaric's inner thigh, injecting his poison directly into Alaric's body.
Then Klaus is gone, leaving Alaric alone in the bed, maybe even alone in the house. Alaric struggles weakly against the bonds as the hybrid's poison slides through his veins, making him moan and squirm till his fangs elongate and he's calling and begging for Klaus to return and put him out of his misery.
As much as he hates Klaus, Alaric needs him, too. With everyone gone, Klaus is all he has left, just as he's all Klaus has left. But, maybe someday, Klaus won't be back in time. And maybe that someday is today.
IV.
lost and found
When Klaus dies, it's like every cell in Alaric's body rebels at once, his blood—Klaus's blood in his veins—burns like fire and acid, and Alaric is sure he's going to die this time, the bond with Klaus dragging him to a true death at long last. As his blood calms, however, the loss of Klaus himself is more acute, the broken bond leaving a gaping emptiness behind.
Alaric stumbles away from the scene, Klaus's twisted body and his sister's wails. When he gets home, he curls up on the couch, willing the pain to go away. Alaric hated the man and everything he'd done to Alaric and his friends, but he needed Klaus, too. Now Alaric's lost, completely and utterly lost, and he doesn't know how to even start finding his way.
Then there's a knock at the door and Damon is on the other side, holding a bottle of Alaric's favorite bourbon.
"Thought you'd be needing this," he said, his smirk sliding into place, but not fast enough to hide his concern. And just like that, Alaric knows it'll be okay.
