Well. At least, I tried.
Each a monster, part 7: For the first time, together
Damon looked proudly at their work. A real piece of art.
Well, not really.
Even for him, it was disgusting, though kind of funny. Disgusting was his human point of view, funny the vampire one. How the hell had Ric's cousin come up with this abomination of a modus operandi, even being a Falkenbach?
Alaric searched through his bag for clothes. They couldn't decently go back to their cars looking like that. "That" being, soaked in blood from head to toe.
After all, there were body parts hanging across the alley, and the hunter hadn't planned to give away that he and his fanged boyfriend might have something to do, you know, with the murder.
Alaric rolled his eyes when Damon tried to talk him out of getting changed.
"Don't you dare change clothes. You're way too hot right now, soaked in blood, for me to even let you take a shower."
"Then put on a cloak at least. I don't want to end up in jail."
"I can get us out with compulsion so fast we wouldn't even get to see what a cell looks like."
"What I want to see right now is a bed. Not a police station."
The vampire crept to his back. He had this falsely outraged look on his face, that he habitually used to get in someone's pants. And Ric had this idea that it was exactly his goal.
"You'd go to sleep instead of playing with me after all I did for you?"
Somehow the vampire's arms ended up embracing Ric, and the hunter frowned as he noticed Damon's hands going down his stomach to his fly.
Really, what was Damon thinking? They were in a dark alley in a big city – though not downtown, but still – with several parts of a body artistically displayed not far away, covered in blood, and the vampire whined about his sexual needs?
"I don't remember saying I wanted to sleep in a bed. What I remember saying is that I wanted to see a bed. Sleeping is certainly not the only thing you can do using a bed."
Damon stopped undoing Ric's fly, thinking about that statement. After a while, he decided the wait was worth it, and let go of his loved one.
"Fine. But you're not letting me on the doorstep. I want to see this bed with you."
"It's a motel, anyway, Damon. You don't need me to invite you in."
The vampire shrugged and took the coat Alaric was handing him. As hot as fucking in a dark alley could sound, he wasn't going to anger the hunter when he was so close to making him his official lover. And he had to admit that Ric had a point about their culpability.
They left the alley and went to their cars. Before parting for the route, Damon heard his boyfriend mumbling something about how he hoped that the one who would find what was left of the serial killer in the morning wouldn't be a kid. The vampire's heart almost melt at how caring Alaric could be, when he was such a cold-blooded killer.
Blessed be the curse that had allowed him to get such a lovable human.
They miraculously managed to get back to the motel without meeting anyone.
The first thing Alaric did when he entered his room was to go to the bathroom and look at himself in the mirror. He was a total mess, hair falling out of place, blood stains all over the face, and clothes spotted with dark red smears. Sighing, he threw his cloak and shirt in the bathtube and went back in the bedroom.
Damon too had gotten rid of his coat, and was sitting on the bed, waiting for him.
"You can't know how relieved I am to know you're not dead."
The vampire made a face.
"You can't know how relieved I am not to be dead."
Alaric chuckled and sat down next to him.
"Since I... left, I've been seeing you each time I went and tried to get some rest. You would look at me with a bitter expression, and not say a word. At least, the others were talking."
The vampire frowned at the mention of other hallucinations. Who the hell had dared to be as important as himself to Ric's subconscious?
The hunter caught on his jealousy and smiled gently.
"You don't have to worry. Most of them were my victims. The others... well, Isobel, kind-Isobel I mean, not bitch-Isobel, and Jenna."
Of course. Alaric would never cease to love the two women. But he would not love them the way he loved Damon, the vampire realized. Ric was the kind of man who was able to differentiate the ones he had loved and the one he loved.
"I was afraid I'd never get to see you again, you know. You're too damn good at disappearing for your own good, Ric."
The hunter didn't answer the remonstrance. He could clearly hear the concern behind the light tone. No, what he did was way more sweet than a dull answer.
Damon almost jumped in surprise when Ric rested his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes.
"I love you, you know."
The vampire's heart shrunk at the word. Then he breathed heavily.
He felt free. Damon said nothing, gently took Alaric's head between his hands. The vampire turned to look the man in the eyes, ignoring the blood they were both covered in.
"Love you too."
None of them knew who went for it first, but soon they were kissing madly without listening to the squeakings of the mastress. Alaric's hands were trying to get Damon out of his shirt and the hunter wasn't even aware of their actions. The vampire, straddling his boyfriend's hips without shame, felt something hardening against his ass and smirked.
Then he remembered something and slightly paled.
"Erm, Ric?"
The hunter looked at him with lust-filled eyes.
"What?"
"I've never done it with a guy."
Alaric snorted. For once, Damon Salvatore was confronted with something sexual he knew nothing about. Not that Ric knew anything about it either, but well. It was still sastifying.
And that way, they would be doing it for the first time, together.
"Neither have I. It only means we'll have to train a lot."
Damon arched an eyebrow, amused. This was going to be fun.
"I like the sound of this. Better get to work, then."
As he said this, he found himself back against the bed, Ric on top of him, looking dangerously alluring in a wild fashion. The man leaned to kiss him hungrily. His lips went down the vampire's throat, pursued to his left nipple, and Damon felt his own cock hardening by the minute.
Moaning with pleasure and haste, the vampire watched his lover's face while arching in need. Ric looked very pleased with himself, and soon the hunter took notice of the bulging in Damon's pants.
The sparkle in his eyes was no good news for the very needy vampire.
Ric went back to kissing him on the mouth, his fingers playing with his lover's nipples, his crotch dangerously pressed against the vampire's. Damon closed his eyes. They were both so turned on their cocks were rubbing against each other through the fabric of their pants, but Alaric wouldn't do anything to release them from the growing pain. Instead, he kissed the vampire so roughly he bit his lover's lower lip.
Damon shivered as a drop of blood colored their lips a darker red. The wound was already healing, and the vampire broke their kiss. He opened his eyes and saw that Ric was studying his face with a devilish grin on his own.
Understood. Sex with Alaric Saltzman was dangerous. Lucky him for being a vampire.
"You weren't staring at me all along, were you?"
The hunter's smile grew wider and this time, Damon gulped. He wasn't going to survive this much teasing if he didn't take part in it too, like, right now.
"I rarely kiss eyes closed."
The vampire gave the hunter a look.
"Freak."
"As if you don't like it."
"Guilty as charged."
Alaric smiled fondly. This vampire would be the end of him, if he could get him in such a state. He had to admit, not repressing his strength while having sex was... different. He hadn't meant to hurt Damon before. The kiss had just... gotten out of hand. Yet again, the vampire surely had no issue with a little biting, did he? Having issues with biting would be quite hypocritical.
"Well, what do we do now?"
Of course, he knew the answer. But having Damon take the lead could only be interesting, and he didn't want to regret anything later on. He wasn't going to monopolize and after that find out he hadn't satisfied his lover by being to busy with his own benefit.
The vampire grinned.
Not long after that, Ric felt something coming between their pressed hips and playing with his zipper. A hand teased his cock, and the man lifted his body off Damon's a bit.
"I know of a place who'd like to meet our friend."
Alaric refrained himself from laughing at that. At least now he knew how the vampire wanted it.
Compliant, he backed off and watched Damon getting completely undressed.
The sole view of the perfect body, of the white skin, sent a jolt to his groin. Waiting was becoming harder, but he didn't want to please himself instead of Damon because he was being impatient. It'd have been selfish. And a lot less satisfying, he suspected.
Once naked, the vampire turned his attention back to the history teacher waiting for him with a hard cock – which size was bewildering. Maybe he'd better get Ric out of his pants before trying anything else, for he wasn't feeling like teasing anymore with this mere sight.
No sooner said than done, and Damon found himself eyeing the promising cock with hunger as he helped the man to get naked. Never before he'd have thought another man's genitals could look so wonderful and sound of so many promises. Obviously, he had been wrong. Even the pre-cum that had had Alaric blushing so hard when the vampire had savagely ripped off his underpants had looked delicious.
But Damon had behaved. For now, his ass was more demanding than his mouth.
Ric cleared his throat to get his attention, in a less lust-induced state, perhaps.
"Sorry but I... don't have, you know, erm... lube."
Damon stared at him for a second then smirked.
His hand went to his own cock, and he began to please himself while observing the hunter's reaction through his lashes. Soon his hand was covered with white and slippery cum, and Alaric was redder than ever.
"I believe this will do."
Not willing to waste anymore time, the vampire pressed himself against his lover, wrapped his fingers around Ric's cock and led it to his entrance. He had to force it inside of him at first, using his cum to help, but soon enough he could remove his hand and fully enjoy the feeling of Alaric's cock twitching in his ass.
Damon groaned as Ric began to move inside of him.
Trying not to rush it, the hunter searched for spots that'd make his lover feel just right, and after a while, the vampire was panting and perfectly happy with his sex life. The prospect of getting better with time, as they were doing it for the first time, was thrilling. If they could do this much now, how good could sex get with experience?
"You're so tight, Damon..."
"Well, sorry I'm not a girl. We can stop right now, if you'd rather have me as a chick."
"Never said it wasn't a good thing."
Alaric thrust into him with passion and the vampire mused that maybe he was being honest.
He hesitated a moment, shivered with one more move, and finally decided. It wasn't the first time, after all. Gently, carefully, he bit into the man's neck, but took little blood. It was for the pleasure, not for the need.
Alaric shuddered, but soon unwound and smiled at the vampire.
