Not what I intended to write in this chapter, then again, what I had intended to write omehow ended up being more or less included a couple of chapters back, so...
From sexy to creepy.
And I've got my new laptop. All hail the return of the computer!
Each a monster, part 31: Flicker
Alaric could tell there was some tension between him and Damon after his refusal, but all in all, the vampire was taking it well enough. That is, well enough for Damon Salvatore.
Damon had started drinking his mind out, then he had insulted Ric all the way to sunday while being drunk, and finally, half-sobered up, he had decided there was no reason to mourn over a death that had yet to come, and had assaulted the teacher with all his perverted ideas until the man gave up fighting back and just went along with it. Now, they were back on a daily routine, and Ric simply ignored the vampire when he went back to a grumpier mood.
The teacher was already pleased enough that Damon hadn't opted to do what he usually did when things didn't go his way: sex with strangers, a killing spree, alcohol, blood, and death. He wasn't going to complain about the mean comments that escaped his boyfriend's mouth from time to time. After all, he had only refused to spend eternity with him, no big deal, and he could totally see Damon's point with being angry at him. The vampire had his reasons.
And Alaric had his own too.
He knew it was for the best that he hadn't turned. There was no questionning it. But he could understand that Damon was upset. Hell, he himself was upset, so surely Damon could be too.
Damon rolled on the bed to face him, and they both stared at each other.
They had done a quick clean up of the house once Damon had taken out the bourbon, or rather, Ric had cleaned up their mess while the vampire had ranted about how unfair life, death and living death were, and why the hell wasn't he able to find someone who would want him for all eternity? True, he had found ones who were either okay with eternity, or him, but never both. Still, he'd take Ric over Katherine anytime, because Ric wasn't cheating on him with his brother, no, no, take this image out of his mind, and out of the teacher's too by the same token because that was way too disturbing, and because thinking about Katherine always reminded Damon that she had had this creepy idea of putting the brothers in the same bed and make them do things he never wanted to hear about again. Good thing she had never gotten to make it happen.
Anyway, it was now nighttime, a strong smell of bourbon was stenching the bed sheets, and they were both wonderfully naked. The anger the vampire had felt at his refusal had apparently turned him on, and there had been a lot of angry sex, followed with much make-up sex, and ending with a very lewd and laxy sex session. In short, they had made very good use of the day, and had been absolutely unproductive.
Ric was tired, but of course the vampire wasn't.
Stupid vampire stamina. Stupid vampire who looked like he could go another round right now right here. Stupid Damon who looked way too hot for his own sake.
"You look good in this. You should wear it more often."
And stupid male anatomy that all but agreed with Damon's apparent readiness to engage into another battle, and that made him say stupid things.
Damon arched an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"I'm naked, you know that, don't you?"
Somehow, Alaric had the feeling his brain wasn't governing his body anymore, especially not his mouth, because this definitely wasn't something he had intended to say.
"Exactly my point. You should wear that more often. That, as in nothing."
Yeah, his brain's connexion was definitely down. He would never admit he had said such a thing later on. Or he'd blame it on the bourbon. Or even on Damon's absorption of bourbon. It was hard to get a vampire drunk, but it was possible. He'd say Damon was drunk, and had imagined things. The thing being that Damon was actually still drunk, and might forget everything about what he had just said. Let's hope. Hope was what make the world go on. Hope was good.
And, did he say that his mouth wasn't responding to his brain? Yes? No matter, he'd say it again. His mouth wasn't acting according to his thoughts, its latest actions were yet another proof.
Alaric kissed his way back and forth his lover's stomach, and Damon shivered under the soft touch of his lips and tongue. Ric wasn't sure he was in control of his behavior, but soon found out he didn't care much at the moment, though his mind was clearly telling him he'd regret this lack of self-control later on. His mind told him that every single time.
The teacher moved himself over Damon's body, arms almost rooted in the mastress, and he brought his face to the vampire's, who shifted under him, disturbed by the languid glint in his boyfriend's eyes. All of a sudden, Ric seemed hungry, predatory, almost, and he hadn't been that way during the preceding intercourses.
For an unknown reason, it worried Damon.
And wasn't he the one supposed to be a big ball of frustration?
"Didn't you say you were tired?"
The glint became fiercer, and the hunter lowered himself to get closer to the vampire. Damon felt the hot breath of the man on his face, and he couldn't help feeling there was something wrong with the whole situation.
"Why are you asking, Damon? Do you mind another round?"
"Of course not. I simply wondered."
The vampire tried to ignore the unpleasant feeling he had. But no matter what, it lingered. It almost seemed like it wasn't Alaric who was talking to him, but an evil twin brother. Which was an unpleasant feeling, because while Damon wouldn't mind having two Rics in his bed to satisfy some fantasies of his, he right now felt like he had only one, and not the right one at that. Which was disturbing, because the hunter had stopped talking altogether and turned his attention to lower parts of Damon's body, and while the vampire found it extremely pleasuring in itself – and damn, where and when did Alaric learn to do such things with his tongue? – he couldn't shake the feeling this was not Alaric, or at least, not his Alaric. Which made no sense. Unless Ric had an evil twin.
Did he?
Damon groaned as the hunter's fingers traveled to his ass, instantly forgetting his mental struggle to deal with a more physical one.
Yet, in the back of his mind, deafened, muzzled, but still here no matter what, a voice was telling him there was something wrong with Alaric. Far, far away in the darkest part of his mind.
Damon's back arched when a finger entered him. The hunter's mouth was hot on his cock, the hunter's finger was cold in his ass, and Damon couldn't have cared less about the strange feeling. This was definitely Alaric, Alaric who knew him and his body better than anyone else, maybe better than he did himself. The man knew where to touch, when to twist, what to whisper in his ear to get him so hard and red the vampire felt like he would simply burst open to welcome the man he loved and all of his body.
A smug thought crossed his mind, that he was the only one who could do the same to the hunter's countenance, though not with the same actions, of course.
A second finger joined the first one, and together they touched a spot Ric had come to favor over the past weeks, and that always made Damon scream a bit, no matter how prepared he was. The vampire, whose body was so cold usually, melted on the spot, and he let out a strangled cry.
And with that, he came in the hunter's mouth.
Damon flushed, as he always did when it ended like that. The hunter looked up from between the vampire's thighs, with this trademark gaze of his, a sharp, all-knowing look from beneath his lashes, and he moved away from the vampire's dick.
The vampire heard the hunter swallow. It made his heart miss a beat. Why couldn't he have this man forever and ever? What had he done that was so terrible he wasn't allowed to keep what made him a better person? Why wasn't he allowed access to redemption?
"You're really, really intoxicating, Damon."
There was something in this voice, something strange and cold, nearly reproachful, as if the vampire wasn't supposed to be this way, as if the hunter wasn't supposed to feel this way. And maybe that was it, maybe Alaric felt it wasn't right, because he had wanted, he had wished to say yes to his request, but his conscience had forbidden it.
"No regrets that you won't have this sight only to yourself for all times, then?"
Damon immediately felt bad. That was cruel. As cruel as Alaric telling him he wouldn't, because he couldn't, and for no other reason. Who cared about rules anyway?
But try as he might, but justify as he tried, Damon still felt bad, and he realized how difficult it must have been for the teacher to tell him he wouldn't turn. He had seen the hurt, the regrets, the temptation in Ric's eyes back then, but he hadn't realized.
Neither of them liked the teacher's answer, but liking it or not didn't matter there.
The vampire shut his eyes, unwilling to see the look on his lover's face.
The hunter's fingers moved out of Damon, and the vampire almost whimpered to have them back in, to feel the contact between the both of them. He opened his eyes and looked at the man, ready to give him the best puppy eyes he could do. He'd be sad and upset only once he'd have gotten his treat, and he certainly wasn't going to let the hunter get away after this much teasing.
But the moaning strangled itself in his throat, as he caught sight of the slightly parted lips, of the few drops of white cum – his, and wasn"t that a thought? – trickling down the hunter's chin, of the transfixing blue eyes behind the lashes.
"You know I can't, Damon. But we can either make good use of the time we have left together, or spend it pouting separately because we didn't get all that we wanted."
And as the hunter said those words, the vampire saw something flicker in the blue eyes, something that shouldn't have been here. He didn't know what it was, but it felt wrong.
He convinced himself it was because of the refusal, that it was his insecurity questioning needlessly the sincerity in Alaric's words, and so he forced the flicker out of his mind.
Damon sprang up from the bed without a warning. He grabbed the hunter's back, and crashed his lips against his own. The man tensed in surprise, but soon let himself into the flow of passion.
Damon had to push aside this doubt he was experiencing.
But if he had known, he wouldn't have thought such a thing, the hunter mused. Because there were reasons to worry, at least according to what the vampire would have thought if he had known.
The hunter let himself drown into this man, no, this vampire, this monster, for one last time. He allowed himself to ignore the pure hatred he felt, both towards the monster he was fucking with such little restraint, and towards himself for allowing this to happen. He appreciated to their fullest each of the vampire's moans of pleasure and lust, feeling almost sorry that he'd have to let go of this love, for it in truth was foul and rotten, no matter how pristine it looked. He did Damon so well they were both breathing heavily when they landed back on the mastress.
Damn Alaric for loving a monster.
Couldn't he have found someone the hunter could have tolerated? A woman, a man, he didn't care. But this? This was the worst kind of depravation, and Alaric's faults were unforgivable. And he was Alaric, and Alaric was him. And he was unforgivable.
The hunter looked at the vampire lying beside him. He looked at him a long time, and he couldn't understand.
Monster.
Killer.
Impurity.
And still, he loved the monster, the killer, the impurity.
He sighed. Alaric had messed it up pretty well.
This wouldn't make his task any easier. But still, he'd do what he had to do. Killing Damon wouldn't be easy, but he would do it, when the time'd be there. No vampire could be allowed to stay alive, no werewolf, no witch, none of those non-humans, and none of those who had created them, and had the power to create other monsters. He couldn't allow it.
The hunter nestled against the monster, and he felt strangely safe and well there. The vampire looked a bit put out, but he said nothing, and just tilted his head so that their forehead touched.
Why couldn't he just stay here, and sleep?
Because he couldn't. The hunter put his hands around Damon's throat, and caressed the pale skin with his fingertips. He felt the vampire shudder at his touch.
"Ric, what are you doing exactly?"
The hunter said nothing, and withdrew his hands.
Not yet.
