Home Is Where You Are
A/N – Hey gang! *waves frantically* nice to see y'all again! Thanks for reading my new fic! This is a Dalaric (Damon/Alaric) fanfiction from The Vampire Diaries. I was struck with this idea whilst stranded at a 21st birthday party I didn't want to be at! Funny how you always get inspiration in places where you have no laptop access and would look anti social typing it on your phone. Anyway I raced home as soon as I could to write this up before it ran away! My fics, and certainly my Dalaric fics are almost always fluffy and everything because the amount of angst in this fandom drags me down so warning you now it is so sweet it might rot your teeth! Hope you enjoy!
Alaric sighed as the hot water splashed all over his body, through his hair and over his closed eyes. He stills for a minuet and listens to the other people in the house; his still relatively new vampire hearing was pretty much a novelty to him. In the main room he could hear Stefan flipping through the pages of a book, tapping his fingers on the arm of the leather chair he must have been sat in. he listened further and heard Elena pottering round the kitchen, something was boiling in a pan and finally he heard Damon shuffling around in their room which was attached to the bathroom he was currently in, he heard the water dripping off Damon and hitting the floor at a quick rate as the much older Vampire had just gotten out of the shower, leaving him to get washed, what he had intended to do before his boyfriend had distracted him.
Alaric lent his head against the marble wall and thought of the coming week, today he was flying back home for the week, without Damon. It was his nephew and Godson's sixteenth birthday and he really didn't want to disappoint him, Caleb idolized his Uncle Ric and it had been nearly two years since he had seen him. He wanted Damon to come along, he wanted him to meet his brothers, sister, nieces and nephew's, also Ric wanted to see his family as much as possible before he had to stop when they noticed that he wasn't aging but he knew that his father would never accept that he was with Damon, Alaric didn't like to use the term gay, he hated labels but either way there was no way his seventy five year old father could not wrap his head around it so he was going alone, for an entire week, Alaric loved his family but there was only so much he could take without a distraction, for example Damon.
"Ric, you're gonna miss your flight if you don't leave soon." Damon said from the open door of the bathroom.
"Alright, getting out now, thanks De." He heard Damon move off towards the walk in closet at the other end of their room as he opened the sliding door and grabbed the towel from the rail close by, wrapping it tightly around his waist, checking his day light ring was still firmly on his left index finger as he did, purely out of habit, before he stepped into the warm rays cascading through the large window as he padded across the floor and into the bedroom, listening for Damon as he couldn't see him before figuring he was still debating what to wear that day, not that Alaric thought it made much difference as he practically wore the same thing everyday, he had compared Damon's wardrobe to that of the Scooby Doo gang on several occasions for which he had to be light on his feet to avoid the results, not that he did for long, their fights always turn into awesome sex which was always his aim. He found Damon practically crawling along the floor, his arm in the small gap between the floor and the wardrobe searching for something.
"Lost something Damon?" he asked, admiring the view of Damon's ass
"My sock, it's the only clean pair I have left. Ah ah! Got ya! He exclaimed as he rose to his feet, the rolled up pair of socks captured in his fist. Alaric smiled and shook his head as he passed his boyfriend and when to get things from his side of the closet and began to dress or tried to as he felt Damon's hands snake around his sides as he kissed the back of his neck, Alaric leaned back into the touch for a moment before a flurry of movement and he had Damon pressed up against the wall, licking and nipping at his pale throat,
"Flight… Ric…. Gonna ….miss it" Damon panted as he fought against groan forming in his throat,
"Don't care" was Alaric's mumbled response as the towel dropped from his waist.
Two hours later with barely five minuets before the check in closed Alaric was running through the airport as fast as was possible with drawing attention to himself, he made it to the desk with seconds to spare when the check in lady said she hoped he had a good reason for nearly missing the flight his only response was,
"Damon freaking Salvatore."