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Chapter 3

Alaric pulls the car up alongside the curb in front of a two story house. A teenage boy is exiting through the front door, shaggy fringe hanging in front of his eyes. He watches them in curiosity before approaching the window.

"You Alaric and Damon?" he asks.

"Yeah, we're here to see Elena" Alaric replies, clipping the leash onto Damon's collar. Damon growls at him and he smiles apologetically. Outside his house, Damon has to be on a leash at all times.

"Yeah, she's waiting for you" the kid replies before wandering off down the road, placing ear buds in his ears and fiddling with his iPod. Climbing out of the car, Alaric walks around to the passenger seat and pulls Damon out.

A few steps from the house the human feels Damon tense up and freeze, nervousness rolling off him in waves. Turning around he wraps an arm around his vampire's shoulders, squeezing gently and coaxing brilliant blue eyes to look at him.

"There's no need to be nervous okay? We're going to go in, have a nice chat and leave" he assures Damon. The darker haired male takes a deep breath and nods, beginning to once again make his way to the front door. Alaric walks beside him offering silent support.

As the walk up the porch steps the front door opens, revealing Elena in jeans and singlet, Stefan a couple steps behind her, protected from the sunlight. Damon grabs Alaric's hand as Elena invites them inside, ignoring the way the woman and his younger brother are looking at him in pity. As though they can see how damaged he is. The door closes behind them, blocking out the rest of the world as they retreat to the lounge room.

Elena leaves the room a moment later, returning with a tray containing four mugs. Two filled with hot chocolate and two with warm blood. She places the tray on the table, Stefan reaching out and grabbing his, kissing her cheek in thanks. Picking up the cups meant for her guests, Elena studies the way the two are sitting. She notes the protective hold Alaric as on the vampire and the way Damon is curled trustingly into his side.

Holding out the mugs she is a little surprised, but not much, when Alaric grabs both and then placing his down, dips his finder in Damon's blood and wiping the digit clean on Damon's arm. They both watch it for a moment before Alaric cleans it off and hands Damon the mug, picking up his own and tacking a sip.

Looking up, Alaric and Damon note the strange looks their hosts were shooting them.

"Just a precaution" Alaric supplies, people have a tendency to think it's funny to slip vervain in vampire blood to watch them suffer, and though he doesn't think Elena would do that... better safe than sorry. "Thank you for the drinks" Damon hums in agreement with his statement as he takes another mouthful of blood.

"No problem" Elena says, leaning back in her seat "Now, Damon, how could you tell Stefan was your brother?"

Stefan watches the way his older brother's eyes slide towards his master before answering, as though asking for permission. Alaric simply smiles in encouragement, gently running his fingers through Damon's hair as the vampire answers the question.

The group continues to chat late into the day, eventually Elena and Alaric just discussing general topics and Damon and Stefan talking about how different things were in the pens to being owned.

Finally, around 5-ish, Alaric stands and stretches.

"We should probably go; it's been great talking to you. Maybe we can do this again some other time" Damon stands up beside him, resting his head on his masters shoulder. Elena nods and they set out another date, at her house again, because Alaric isn't sure Damon would be comfortable with them coming over. As they leave Elena slips Damon her home number.

"In case you ever want to call and talk to Stefan" she says smiling sweetly at him. Damon flashes her a small smile in thanks before following Alaric out of the house and down the pathway to the car.

Back in the apartment Alaric collapses on the bed, pulling Damon down with him and rolling onto of the shorter man. Looking down at the pale face Alaric presses a kiss to red lips. Damon huffs gently and opens his mouth to Alaric's questing tongue. Alaric moans in pleasure as he explores the hot cavern beneath his mouth, faintly tasting the coppery tang of the blood Damon had drunk.

When this had first started and he had commented on it, Damon had been horrified and locked himself in the bathroom. When he had finally come out his breathe was minty fresh and it had taken Alaric ages to convince Damon he didn't need to brush his teeth every time he fed, that he didn't mind the taste.

Alaric is brought out of his thoughts by Damon rolling his hips up against his. Pulling back he stares down at his vampire with barely concealed lust.

"Wanting to finish what we started on the couch are you?" he asks huskily. Damon grins and arches up against him, slinging one thigh over his hip. Alaric laughs loudly and grounds down against him.

"Cheeky. Sexy. Little. Vampire" he groans out, punctuating his words with a roll of his hips. Damon is panting and writhing under him but still manages to grin cheekily and rears up to latch his teeth onto the tender skin of Alaric's throat. Alaric shudders as pleasure rolls through him. Pushing himself up he begins to remove his clothes, ordering Damon to do the same. The vampire happily complies, quickly pulling off his shirt and jeans (his shoes, socks and jackets having been discarded at the door), before lying back on the bed, shamelessly exposing himself to his Masters hungry gaze.

Now naked Alaric climbs back over Damon, both moaning as their skin touches. Alaric's warmth chasing away the chill of Damon's natural body temperature. Reaching out a hand Damon grabs the lube in the top draw of the bedside table and presses it into Alaric's hand. Alaric gives him one last breathtaking kiss before shifting down the bed and spreading Damon's pale thighs further apart. Placing a whispered kiss just below the vampire's navel Alaric smirks at Damon whimpers. Grabbing the vampires straining erection he pumps it a few times before letting go and slicking his fingers. Reaching down he slowly presses his index finger into Damon's tight heat, pumping the digit in and out a few times before adding another. Scissoring his fingers Alaric listens to the sounds Damon makes as he writhes on the bed, hand grasping at the sheets. Sliding in another finger Alaric pours some lube over his own cock, slicking himself.

"Alaric, please! Oh fuck Alaric" Damon groans. In a swift move the human removes his fingers, lift's Damon's hips and slams himself into the vampire. Both groan at the feeling, Alaric giving Damon a few moments to adjust before pulling out and pushing back in continuously at a rapid pace. Damon groans and cry's out in pleasure as Alaric batters his prostate.

"Alaric…Alaric please harder… oh god… fuck" Damon pants, grabbing onto Alaric's biceps and digging his nails in. The lighter haired male leans down and begins to suck a bruise on the pale skin of the vampire's neck, right where his collar would be.

They continue on with deep groans and breathy pants, Alaric thrusting deep into Damon. Damon climaxes first, his inner walls clenching around Alaric's cock. Alaric groans throatily at the tight heat squeezing him, shuddering through his orgasm. Collapsing to the side he rolls onto his back, pulling Damon to rest on his chest.

"We're gonna be sticky tomorrow" Damon murmurs, sleepily. Alaric hums in agreement, wrapping his arms around Damon and drifting off to sleep. After a few moments Damon follows him.

A/N: I am so so so so so sorry about how late this is! My muse has been kidnapped and I'm still trying to get it back. Im working on my others stories at the moment, Lovers Bite Chapter 13 should be up soon!

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