Summary: With time passing by, Damon and Elijah are growing closer. It's no surprise really, everyone expected this.
A/N: This chapter is pretty much mushy love. Also, so, SO sorry for this late update! I hope you guys enjoy!

It's been about five minutes or maybe ten but Lily still hasn't found them. It's hilarious really because as big as this house is, the girl has walked passed the closet about twelve more times and not once has she checked it. But Damon told him that.

Damon, right. The man that is in this closet with him playing hide and seek. Damon who is flush against him and basically invading every personal space rule known to man. But that is okay too. That is more okay than anything at the moment because who wouldn't be okay with having the gorgeous blue-eyed Damon Salvatore this close?

"One day she will find you here." Elijah says because he's trying to distract himself.

Damon grins and laughs softly— quietly because he's trying to persevere the one spot he can hide effectively for each game of hide and seek. "Yeah? You think so?"

"I know so."

"Oooh, you sound so sure of yourself. I think I like smugness on you. It's—" he freezes when he feels a hand on face, soft fingers...warm fingers brushing over his skin before dropping to his chin. It's quiet. It's really quiet now. Not like before, it's like an empty space kind of quiet. His breath is suddenly hitched and all he can feel is intense eyes staring at him even though it's completely pitch black in the closet.

But then he feels more, he feels a firm hand on his hip and it's moving. It's sliding up his side and it isn't long before he finds himself up against the closet door. When his head is tilted back, he parts his lips to speak but he finds something else to do instead. He finds Elijah's lips pressing against his and its perfect. Elijah is perfect.

Damon wants to moan but he's supposed to be hiding from his daughter who's just outside this door, walking around aimlessly trying to find them. But he can kiss back. His lips parting again and catching against Elijah's bottom lip while one of his hands dropped to place over the one Elijah had on his hip.

"Fuck..." Damon mutters when there's a surge of air making its way to his lungs now. Suddenly this closet seems so much smaller for all the right reasons. "That's...that's uh, a quick subject change."

Elijah smiles and wishes he could see Damon's face. "Perhaps." And now he's leaning in again, lips brushing over Damon's but tracing over his cheek then down to his jaw. He almost growls from sheer approval when the man is tilting his head back for him. This is just so right. He stops when his lips meets with Damon's neck and just as he's about to nip, the door comes flying open and they crash to the floor.

Damon lands with a thump, elbows taking most of the damage but Elijah lands between Damon's legs, hands grappling the ground on either side of Damon.

They both look like guilty sixth graders who are caught playing seven minutes in heaven by a parent.

"I found you!" Lily shouts, smirking down at the two men with her hands on her hips like she's someone's mother. "Who's counting next?"

Damon groans and drops back onto the floor completely and closes his eyes. "Honey." He clears his throat and laughs because this is getting out of hand. "It's Elijah's turn." He open his eyes and smiles at the man who's still hovering over him. "You know, if Mr. Elijah can let me up."

Elijah's eyes goes wide for just a moment before he pushes back from over Damon. He joins Damon and clears his throat. "Sorry." He stands and extends his hand out to the man.

When Damon takes it, he's pulled up and he just stands there for a moment, looking over Elijah's face before grinning. "Count to thirty?" He asks, still holding onto Elijah's hand. "I mean, if you can focus."

A smile curls onto Elijah's face and he's nodding. "Of course. I am a teacher after all. Focusing is what I'm trained to do." He steps closer and damn it, they are still gripping onto each other's hands.

"Daddy, you and Mr. Elijah can hold hands later, we're playing a game right now."

Damon blushes and releases his end of the grip and looks down at his daughter who looks just like Katherine right now. "Yeah, sweetie. We're ready. Let's go hide." He pulls away and follows Lily up the little steps that lead into the next room, but he's glancing back at Elijah whose staring right back at him.

Oh, things just got more interesting.

Since then, since that kiss in the closet- two months have passed and there's been a shift between nights at his home and nights at Damon's. But tonight, it's different, it's different because there's no child involved. Lily is with Stefan and Caroline for the weekend so there's no small little four year old screaming and running around the house. There's no soft laughs echoing throughout the house. There's just Damon, standing across from him with just a kitchen counter between them. And there's Elijah, Elijah with half lidded eyes and a look of pure admiration as he watched the man chop up cucumbers. It hasn't even dawned on him that he's missed every single word that has left Damon's mouth within the last five minutes.

"And Stefan says I'm the one whipped. Please, I have way more resolve than he does."

Elijah just nods.

"And I totally killed that obnoxious teacher who always hits on you even though you have no clue."

"Hm."

"Yeah, and I buried her in your backyard."

"That's—"

"If you say, that's great I'm kicking you out."

"What?"

"Did you hear what I just said?"

"Yes."

"Yeah?"

"No. My apologies. I just—"

"Keep staring at me?"

"…"

Damon grins and sets his knife down in favor of moving around the counter. He rubs his hands on his pants then steps right into Elijah's space. "I just falsely confessed to murder and you wouldn't even give me your disapproving look. I have to say, I'm a little disappointed." He grins and places a hand on the counter and slips himself between it and Elijah. Elijah doesn't move so this is okay.

"Murder?" Elijah asks, his eyes looking down at the man.

"Yeah, someone you knew and everything. It was really fucking incriminating."

Elijah's distracted again, his eyes are drifting down to Damon's lips, then down to his neck. And it's all downhill from there because he's wearing that low cut sweater that he likes so much. The black one. He's sure that was deliberate on Damon's end. "Was it worth it?"

"So worth it. Hypothetical false murder is always worth it. I think I earned it."

They're close, really close and a nice dinner that he had planned was out of the question now. "When you ignore me like that, it pretty much gives me all the permission I need to take advantage of you. You know that right?"

"Take advantage of me?" Elijah laughs softly and is placing both of his hands on the counter, trapping Damon there. "And how did you come to that conclusion. I am fairly aware of my surroundings."

"That's not what I meant." He grins and reaches up and runs his fingers through Elijah's hair. He purposely messes it up because god, it's like his hair is asking for it. "I mean, half of my plan is done. I got you here didn't I?"

"Was that really a difficult accomplishment, Damon?"

"Sort of."

"Liar."

"Okay no, but it was so, so hard, Elijah."

Elijah narrows his eyes, his head shaking in amusement. "Visiting that gutter of yours tonight, yes?"

"Of course. But more importantly, how hard would it be to get you naked."

Elijah's grip tightens on the counter because those are words that Damon shouldn't say. It's been hard— difficult enough for him to stay focused. He's not trying to make this all about sex…but Damon is sex. "And dinner?"

"Dinner isn't going anywhere. Just your clothes."

"My clothes?"

"I said I was taking advantage of you. Keep up, teacher."

He pushes at Elijah, but just enough so that he could jump up onto the counter, scooting back until he could pull the man between his legs. "Don't ruin my setup."

"I wouldn't dream of it." He smiles and moves one of his hands to Damon's thigh, drifting up until he was cupping his hip. "Are you worried about a conflict of interest?"

Damon laughs, he laughs loud because really? "Oh 'Lijah, the conflict of interest was destroyed when you felt me up in the closet a few months ago."

"Well when you repeat it that way, it sounds much worse than I intended."

"Oh, don't get me wrong, you can feel me up when and wherever you want." Because that wasn't an issue. And the fact that Lily was his daughter and Elijah's student wasn't an issue either. "If you're worried about Lily, don't. She's already planning our wedding. Literally."

Elijah laughs and both of his hands are on Damon's hips. "I'm starting to think you lured me here under false pretense."

Damon throws his head back and smirks. "There we go. You're catching up. I pretty much told you that I'm taking advantage of you. Because not for nothing, but the last time that someone looked at me like you always look at me, someone gets fucked."

Elijah rolls his eyes because Damon and his choice of words. "How about you stop talking? Yes?" He leans down and parts his lips against the younger man's neck and kisses down to a partially exposed clavicle. Then his hands are moving up and around to Damon's front. He's undoing the man's jeans.

Damon offers help by lifting up his hips some when firm hands are beginning to pull them down. They don't make it completely off because they are swept away in lust and sexual frustration. So they hang idle at his ankles. It's not rushed, but it's also not slow and sweet. Damon's shirt goes next, hitting the floor along with Elijah's. When Elijah actually discarded his own shirt was a mystery

Then there's soft warm skin flush together. Rubbing and gliding against each other. Soft moans and loud pants are echoing throughout the kitchen. Damon's lost, his mind is blank and all he can think is Elijah— all he can feel is Elijah.

Elijah isn't far behind because he's gripping tightly at Damon's hips, basically holding him up since he forced him so far off of the counter.

But then they're moving— relocating to the chair. Elijah drops down first, then Damon gets situated right on top of him.

Damon's just where Elijah's wants him, panting and clutching onto him like his life depends on it. His legs are bracketed on each side of Elijah's hips and one of his arms is wrapped around his neck while the other is straightened out- palm planted flat against the arm of the chair. It's warm— they are warm, pressed together, sliding against one another as Elijah tightens his grip on Damon's hips.

But one of his hands falters from where they are planted. It loops around and his fingers press into the small of Damon's back, pulling the man closer if that's even humanly possible.

Damon tips his head back farther and can't help but let out a breathless chuckle. "You're welcome." He whispers, but it mostly sounds like a broken moan trapped against skin. "I mean, if I hadn't of lured you here, who knows what you would be doing tonight. Obviously you wouldn't be doing me but you get my point."

"I thought we agreed that you would stop talking." Elijah whispers back against Damon's neck. He's smiling and he knows that Damon can feel it. "But, thank you."

When Damon comes, he's a wreck, his body is shaking and his eyes are closed. His face is pressed into Elijah's neck and he can hardly speak when Elijah says something to him. Elijah's not far behind him. He comes moments after Damon and he's smiling against the man's ear and whispering to him. "You're going to puncture me with your fingers if you don't loosen that grip you've got there."

Damon rolls his eyes and sits up some, pulling his hands away from Elijah's back. He's sure there's a few marks there. He doesn't really want to move but he also knows that they can't just sit in this chair in this position forever. Who knows who could just waltz in knowing how many people have a key.

But they do stay like that, coming down from that high and trying to reign in the moment. But Elijah isn't so ready to let Damon go either. His arms are wrapped around the other and he's kissing lightly at his cheek. He loves this.

He loves Damon.

They just work. It's like that saying, opposites attract. Because they are definitely cut from a different cloth. Damon is irrational, rough around the edges, and just all over the place. He speaks his mind and takes unnecessary risks. Elijah on the other hand is more reserved. He's calm and quiet and keeps things on a certain level of cohesiveness. He's collective and thinks things through. But when they are together, it's like melting metals with different melting points together to create something otherworldly.

That's why it's a perfect match.