Disclaimer: No, I do not own The Vampire Diaries, nor any of it's affiliates. Although, it would be nice if I could own Ian Somerhalder, seeing as he is on my list of "People I would have in a harem." XD

Author's Note: Damn, took me long enough to finish this chapter. Sorry, kids, it's cuz me mother took the Internet and my phone away. All cuz I didn't wanna go to youth group...ah, whatever. Go on and read my chapter, but I have a feeling it will be as unpopular as the last. I just get worse and worse as I write, please forgive me. Also, please excuse the terrible dialogue. I just suck, no matter what.

Warnings: This contains adult content and has therefore been named MA, seeing as there will be sex soon. Also, loads of gay romance abound and, obviously, cussing. So, if you would not like to see two guys together in a beautiful little love…thingie, please, please move on and don't read this.

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Chapter Four
It was a cold, dreary night. The leaves were falling off of trees, furry little animals were running for shelter; the rain pelted the moving objects, and Damon could just imagine some higher being up there, treating it as a sport. Instead of bullets, the deity used water. The vampire laughed emotionlessly, wondering when he had first become a cynic. Perhaps he always had been.
He was standing in front of his window, wearing nothing but a frown. Oh, and his ring of course. He had just gotten out of the shower, see, and had been so consumed with his thoughts that he had forgotten to make sure that a towel was placed on the rack next to the sink. Now, as he stood there, he contemplated his options.
1. He could walk out into the depths if the house without anything on, and head for the laundry room. This was dangerous, though. Stefan was still here, and Damon had no idea if the other vampire would pop out of his room or not.

2. He could forget about the cold that was eating away at his dick, and just pull on some clothes, uncaring of the consequential wetness he would have to go through.

3. He could use his awesome vamp-powers to run circles around his bedroom, drying himself off in the process, but also probably making him sweaty, which would result in the need of another shower. Damon frowned. He'd kill anyone who said this, but he didn't like using up precious water. Call him silly, but he was concerned with the Earth.

Damon sighed, running a hand over his face. He decided to take his chances with the running downstairs thing. Besides, Stefan was in his room, blasting some music. He probably wouldn't even notice Damon's little excursion. He hoped.
He opened the door, peeking his head around the big object. Nothing. So far, so good. He quickly stepped out, running at full-speed towards the laundry room. He picked up a freshly-washed towel and threw it over himself, then rested his hand on the washer, leaning into it. Damon the magnificent had done it again.
So engrossed with his thoughts was he, that he didn't notice the moving object until it was too late. He jumped when he saw Stefan, just leaning against the doorframe, his eyes hungry as he stared at the nearly naked vampire. Damon shuffled his feet uncomfortably, wondering if there was a way out of this. Wondering if he would even take that route if there was. This thought frightened him. He was starting to actually feel something about Stefan, a different kind of feeling he wasn't used to. Could it be-? Damon didn't allow himself to finish that thought.
Thankfully, or sadly, depending on how you look at it, before Damon allowed himself to lose his control, the two vampires' body moving towards each other as if connected by a magnetic force, the doorbell rang. Stefan, breathing hard, growled. He could smell the stench of Alaric even from this vantage point. He tore his eyes away from Damon, baring his fangs as he bore a hole through the wall, glaring towards the front door. Goddamn human and his need to ruin everything.
Damon gave Stefan a warning look, before grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt from a basket and throwing them on. He pushed Stefan back, his hand only reaching the other vampire's shoulder, as he walked towards the waiting Alaric. He was surprised when Stefan came up behind him, grabbing onto his waist and burying his face into Damon's neck. Both vampires shuddered, as Stefan's slight boner poked into Damon's back. "Goddammit, Stefan, get the fuck off of me!" Damon said, trying to hold back his panic. Stefan's response was cut off by the doorbell ringing, and then by a pounding at the door. "Come on, I need to go answer the door!" Damon said, pushing Stefan off of him and walking to the door, pulling a hand through his hair before opening it. "Ah, Ricky! What a nice surprise! A morning visit, I suppose," he said, throwing the door back and making room for Alaric to step in.
"Uh, Damon, I came here cuz we need to tal-" Alaric stopped speaking when he saw Stefan, or, more exactly, the way Stefan was looking at Damon. His eyes narrowed. "Hey...he didn't pull anything with you, did he?" Alaric asked, gesturing to Stefan with his head. During one of their...sessions, Damon had admitted the truth of his family to Alaric in a moment of weakness. He was beginning to regret that.
"No, nothing happened, you can calm down," Damon said, leaning against the wall, suddenly tired. His eyes shut, he didn't notice the death glares Alaric and Stefan were sending each other, but he could sense the tension in the air. He let out a puff of breath, not knowing if he was capable of handling this well. He pinched the bridge of his nose, which he had heard helps to calm you down, but all it did was send him some pain. Damn those unreliable sources. He suddenly stood up straight, his eyebrows pulled in concentration. "All right, guys, let's try to turn the testosterone level down a notch, shall we? Would anyone like a drink? I know I could use one," he said, if only to fill the silence.
The other men looked at each other, before racing to the couch, both trying to get a position that would be next to Damon. The vampire sighed, sitting in a lone chair and staring hard at the both of them, taking small sips of his drink sporadically. "Okay, kiddos, this is extremely uncomfortable for me. I have to say, I'm not exactly equipped to handle this. So, what say we go all Mahatma Ghandi on this and become one with our feelings and the like, eh?" he asked, swirling his drink as he said this. Yep, the best way to get through this was to get crazy-ass drunk. Damon dipped his head back, downing his drink with one gulp and a wince.
The men of the couch stared at Damon, entranced with how sexy he could make getting drunk look. After their penises quieted down, Stefan cleared his throat. "Listen, Alaric? He's only after you for sex. I, on the other hand, am extremely in love with you, and would rip the nads off of anybody who came on to you," he said. Damon was about to ask what would happen if a girl came onto him, if only to quiet the turned-on feelings awakening, when Alaric suddenly spoke up.
"Hey, don't speak for me. Who said I didn't love Damon?" Damon looked at Alaric, flabbergasted. Alaric just pouted. "What, you thought I only liked you for the sex? Which, in fact, was absolutely fucking amazing," he smirked, looking at Stefan cockily before leaning back against the couch. Stefan growled, but held back his anger. He'd give Alaric a beating when Damon wasn't around to watch.
Damon stared at the two, already exhausted. "Um," he said, speaking around his fourth cup of alcohol, "Alaric...I never knew. If I did...I wouldn't have had sex with you. I'm sorry, it's just...I don't feel the same way." He stared down at his cup, unable to meet Alaric's broken gaze, nor Stefan's euphoric one.
Trying, and failing, to contain himself, Alaric just nodded, his head drooping a bit as he struggled to maintain his composure. He moved to the front door silently, his body stiff except for the tips of his fingers, which trembled uncontrollably. Damon drew in a sharp breath, unable to believe how fast this day went from all right to his personal hell. He mentally cursed the writer for being unable to write properly, and silently sent an apology to all who are now reading this.
Defeated, Damon got up to refill his drink. But as he lifted the cup to his lips, he stopped as he felt Stefan snaking his arms around his waist yet again. But this time, Damon didn't try to stop him. He just tilted his head back until it was leaning against Stefan's shoulder, allowing himself to breathe the other vampire in. Stefan looked down at Damon, wondering if this could truly be happening. Damon slowly returned the dude's gaze, his eyes half-closed. "If you aren't in love with Alaric..." he heard these words escape Stefan's lips, and closed his eyes as Stefan finished, "could you be in love with me?" Damon could tell the vampire was trying to keep his voice level, but the unmistakable high note that ended the sentence was easy to hear.
Damon opened his eyed again, whispering these words: "I think I already am."