Summary: Damon does what he does best, he focuses on what he wants to focus on which doesn't include the ultimatum from Klaus. That leads him to ignore the situation between himself and Elijah and drown himself in the comforts of Alaric.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I finally got around to giving you a little Dalaric loving! Chapter eight will be more action packed!
Elijah kissed him and he wasn't quite sure how to handle it so he fled. He didn't even go back to Alaric's, he went straight home and straight to bed. He had no effort to explain to himself what happened let along to anyone else— especially Alaric. He just needed time to think.
The next morning Damon woke up to fingers lightly ghosting over his cheek. He had to rerun his actions from the previous night because he didn't recall bringing someone home with him. With that sudden realization, he jolted up and grabbed the wrist of— "Alaric? What are you doing here?"
The blond laughed and ran his fingers through Damon's unruly bed head. "Relax; I just came to check up on you."
Damon grumbled something under his breath and flopped back down on the bed. "Don't trust me?" He teased.
Alaric shook his head. "I was only worried."
"I guess I'll give you something to worry about then."
"And what's that?"
"You were right." He admitted tiredly. It was too early to debate on if he wanted to keep a secret or not so he decided to tell him.
Alaric raised a brow. "Okay, I was right about what, Damon? You need to be more specific."
"You were right about being careful around Elijah."
"Did he- did he hurt you?"
"No he um, he kissed me last night."
There was a hint of satisfaction that overcame Alaric because he knew that Elijah wanted Damon but at the same time, he was livid. He didn't do the sharing thing very well and he damn sure didn't want Damon near the Original with great hair.
Damon closed his eyes as Alaric's fingers trailed along his abdomen then down to his hip. He knew what Alaric was doing. He knew just the buttons to push when he wanted information from Damon.
"You liked it?" Alaric asked. He was honestly curious.
Almost incoherently Damon shrugged and shifted some on the bed. "I suppose I did since I kissed him back."
Alaric felt like he had been punched in the stomach and that his heart had been ripped out. He tried to keep his questions to a minimum but his mind was racing with scenarios and none of them ended with Damon picking Alaric.
"Heat of the moment."
Alaric's finger flickered over smooth skin on Damon's hip until he replaced them with his mouth.
Damon moaned and brought his hand up to Alaric's shoulder. "You are..." He whispered as he bit at his lip and groaned. "You are making it very hard for me to focus."
"How so?" Alaric asked facetiously.
"You're such a dick." He spat as Alaric straddled his waist.
"You like it."
Damon ran his fingers over Alaric's arm and smirked. "True statement, I do have a weak spot for your dickishness."
Suddenly Alaric had Damon's arms pinned above his head and his mouth was latched onto the vampire's neck.
Damon could hear Alaric's heart hammering away in his chest and that excited him more than he cared to admit.
Alaric drew away for a moment and grinned. He suddenly felt jealousy wash over him again because fuck, Elijah had kissed Damon. He felt like something was stolen from him.
"Ric." Damon murmured, feeling oddly out of place.
Alaric's eyes went wide when he found himself up against the wall with Damon's lips attached to his own. It happened so fast that the blanket that covered Damon only moments ago had been blown to the floor.
The kiss was perfect; it was soft, sweet and sensual. Their lips were parted and swollen and Alaric tasted blood. Damon had bit him at some point but Alaric hadn't even noticed.
Damon smirked against the blond's lips and grunted when their positions were switched. "Oooh, touchy."
Alaric dropped his hand to Damon's hip and tugged at the tight fitting boxers. "Very." He pushed the fabric down and flipped Damon around so his back was flush against Alaric's chest. His hand ghosted around Damon's front and wasted no time in grabbing his cock.
Damon was already desperately yearning for friction so his hips began to buck and thrust into Alaric's hand. He tried to keep his composure but most of his energy went to trying to keep his legs from giving out. His lips were parted, he was shaking and his eyes were wide with excitement and want. Obviously he was harboring pent up sexual frustration.
Alaric watched in amusement as he stroked him because it was rare that he was able to see Damon so unraveled and vulnerable. With a kiss to his neck he tightened his grip and lightly traced his thumb across the head of Damon's cock. It was slick with pre-cum and all he wanted was Damon gasping and begging for more.
Absentmindedly Alaric rocked his own hips forward, he was just as hard but constrained within his jeans. "Fuck, Damon," he groaned against the vampire's neck as he picked up speed. His hand drifted slowly along his shaft and each time he reached the base he felt Damon's body shudder against him.
Damon's eyes finally slipped shut once his mind caught up to his body. His pants grew louder and his moan sent chills straight to Alaric's cock.
The hunter placed his free hand on the wall while the other continued to make long, languid strokes that had Damon's hips rocking at a constant rhythm with Alaric's hand. "Damon, you're perfect." He whispered into his ear. He parted his lips and nipped lightly at the vampire's ear.
He was counting his stars that no one had interrupted them because he wasn't willingly to stop just yet.
"Alaric," he grated his tone low and inviting. He was so close.
Damon's fist clenched against the wall and he gasped. When he came, Alaric felt somewhat accomplished and wanted nothing more than to freeze frame that exact moment. Damon's eyes had fluttered closed and his teeth sank into his bottom lip. The way he released that gasping moan sent the hunter over the edge.
The aftershock was intense and had taken over Damon's body. As Alaric slowed down his strokes on Damon's softening and spent cock he peppered his neck with nips and kisses. Alaric enjoyed seeing him like that— he enjoyed seeing him completely undone and satisfied.
Hours later Damon woke again to an empty room. He groaned to himself and rolled over onto his stomach. "Shit." His mind was foggy, his body felt heavy and he was getting really tired of trying to recall his recent actions. Pressing his face against his pillow he let his eyes scan the room. He didn't see Alaric's clothes tossed around the room like they had been earlier so he figured the blond left. He wasn't surprised because he knew Alaric didn't like explaining to Stefan and Elena what he had been doing there. So avoiding the pressure to lie about it he would just leave before anyone saw him.
Once he got himself up and moving he decided to call Alaric. They still needed to discuss the Elijah situation. "Fuck, Ric. You have got to stop leaving like that." He grumbled.
"Next time I won't."
The line went quiet as Damon stumbled towards the bathroom. "Please tell me that you're naked."
He laughed into the phone. "No, I'm not naked, Damon. That would be hard to explain since I'm in a grocery store."
"I don't know," he commented as he turned on the shower. "You might get free groceries."
"Perv."
"A perv with an unfortunate mission today."
"Which original are you dealing with today, the psychopathic douchebag or the polite sociopath who has it bad for you?"
Damon groaned. "When you put it that way you make them both sound so appealing. I'm meeting with Klaus later because I know he's going to ask me to find out who undaggered Elijah."
"Wait, he was daggered? I thought he just-"
"I undaggered him and Elijah was pissed and I don't know if he told Klaus so this could go in any direction."
"Damon…"
"Oh relax, I'll be fine. Don't worry your pretty little head about it."
"Drop by when you're done with them, okay?"
"Sure thing. Talk to you later, Blondie."
