"Yeah you mentioned it but I don't care." Damon smirked and kicked off his shoes so he could get in the bed properly. Despite the fact he wasn't tired, he'd sleep anyway just so Alaric could rest. "Don't tell anyone I was nice to you. I'll deny it."

Alaric shook his head with a smile. "Yeah, yeah, I know." He returned to the bed and slid back under the covers. "Goodnight, Damon." He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy Damon's company. When Alaric was around the impulsive vampire, things were exciting and unpredictable. Believe it or not, Alaric actually thrived off of it.

"Mmhm."

This wasn't the first time that Damon slept over and it surely wouldn't be the last. Even though he didn't admit it, he really thought of Alaric as his best friend. He never really had a best friend so this meant a lot to him.


The next morning Alaric woke first from the sun shining in his face through the windows. He groaned and rolled over onto his side, mumbling something under his breath. "You still alive, Damon?" He didn't receive an answer but his eyes finally focused on the dark haired creature beside him. His eyes wandered up pale smooth skin of the vampire's back. Drifting up a bit more, he stopped at full rosy lips and stunning cheekbones. It was hard— no, difficult to stay focused sometimes around the Salvatore. He flopped back down on the bed and just stared at the ceiling for the longest.

He found himself thinking about what was really going on between himself and Damon. Oddly enough he didn't question it; he just wanted to know what exactly it was. He was sure he wasn't gay but…but when it came to Damon he'd drop to his knees in seconds. He knew Damon didn't compel him because for one, Damon wouldn't do that to Alaric and two, there was vervain in his ring which he never took off.

Snapping out of his thoughts he sat up straight and placed his hand on Damon's lower back to shake him lightly. "Wake up."

Damon groaned and shook his head. "Alaric not now, I'm sure it's really early and I'm sure you're still tired." He was comfortable and getting up early wasn't in his agenda for the day. Whatever it was it could wait.

"Come on, it's almost noon."

Damon rolled onto his stomach and buried his face into the pillow with a grunt. "You're worse than Stefan." He finally gave in and forced himself up. His hair was wild and ruffled on his head; it suited him, it was cute. "What's so important that you had to wake me up at―" He grabbed Alaric by his collar and yanked him close so he could look at the time on the man's watch. "At 10:47am?"

Alaric grinned. "If I'm not sleeping past noon, neither are you~" He placed his hand over Damon's and removed it from his collar. "Now get up, shower, and let's get going."

Damon raised a brow, bright blue eyes scanning over Alaric's features. "Care to join me in the shower, Ric~?"

"As tempting at that sounds, we don't have time for your games." He pulled away from the Salvatore but was violently pulled back. Despite his calm demeanor, he really loved it when Damon got like that.

"But my games are fuuuun." Damon cooed as he used force to get Alaric down on his back. "Once again, you should be used to me playing with you." He laughed at his crude joke and tugged at Alaric's shirt. "Take it off."

"No one likes a person who laughs at their own jokes, Damon." Alaric said with a content sigh. "You really don't like sticking with plans huh?"

"I'm an impulsive prick don't you remember? I don't ever follow plans unless I make them myself of course." Damon smiled and straddled the man's waist with no warning. "I know Elena told you to make sure I stayed out of trouble. So keep me out of trouble, Ricky." He gave a toothy grin and leaned down to the man. Before he could do anything though, Alaric switched their position with skilled ease and pinned the vampire's shoulders down to the bed.

The temptation was overwhelming and the fact that they really didn't have anything to do today only encouraged his urge to stay in bed all day. "We need to get up." Alaric pleaded.

He brought his hand up to Alaric's shoulder and pulled him down into a kiss just to shut the blond up. "You're far too persistent, just relax." He murmured lowly against the hunter's soft lips. He wanted to stay in bed and he'd give Alaric a damn good reason not to want to get up.

"Damn it." His hands dropped to Damon's hips and a soft moan escaped past his lips. Low blow. Damon knew exactly which buttons to push to get Alaric all riled up.

"Like I said, stay in bed and enjoy the day in." Damon purred while long, pale fingers carded through Alaric's hair. He grinned and tugged at the man's shirt once again. "Less is more."

Alaric pulled away from Damon just for a moment so he could discard his t-shirt. "Shut up." He tossed it to the floor and started nipping at Damon's neck. All bets were off now. He tried to behave and stick to what he and Damon discussed; that being together was a onetime thing.

Damon scraped his nails down Alaric's back as his hips bucked upwards against the hunter's. He could feel Alaric's hand gliding down his side then stopping at his zipper. "Tease~"

"Ric!" A voice shouted from the hall.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Damon growled. He worked too hard to convince Alaric to play.

"GO AWAY!" Alaric shouted.

"It's Elena." Damon whispered to his friend.

"It's important, Alaric." She replied back.

The blond stayed put for a moment before pushing up off of Damon and the bed. "I'm starting to miss when people didn't know where I lived." Alaric stood and headed over to the door and swung it open. "What's wrong, Elena?"

"Klaus came to the house this morning. Stefan and I have been out looking for Damon and we can't find him."

"Damon's here."

"What's up, Sunshine?" Damon teased as he waltzed over to the door. "What does Mr. Original have to say?"

Elena should have figured that Damon was here but she was still under the impression that the two were still upset with each other. Mainly Alaric since Damon killed him last week. "Well, he wants you."

Damon narrowed his eyes a bit. "Oh come on, don't tell me he's still upset about last night. I thought we had a nice understanding after I left."

"Obviously not, Damon. I'm not sure what he wants but he's looking for you and you need to keep your distance."

"I bet my brother disagrees."

She sighed. Of course Stefan disagreed. He wanted Klaus and Damon to speak so he could continue working on their plan to kill Klaus with Caroline and Tyler.

"Well, I guess I have a date with a murderous pissed off hybrid. Where is he?" He asked as he wandered over to his shirt to get dressed.

"No clue. He just left after we told him you weren't there."

Damon grinned. "I guess Elijah is more loyal than I thought." He said to himself. Elijah knew exactly where he was but decided not to let his brother know. Slipping on his shoes he turned to the two at the door. "Guess I should go, huh? I don't wanna keep my date waiting."

"This is serious, Damon. Don't play games." Elena rolled her eyes and headed down the hall. "See you later, Ric."

Damon went right over to Alaric and gripped the man's shirt tightly and kissed him on the lips. "I'll be back."

"Yeah, don't get yourself killed."

He smirked and winked at him then left. It was time to meet with Klaus.