I actually got one of those pairing flames for this story. The "ew, no! Damon's not gay!" kind. I was beginning to think those types of reviews no longer existed considering I haven't had one in, well, ever actually. Not that I remember anyway. I was just wondering about it. Do you guys get lots of those reviews in the TVD section? It's not going to affect my writing, I was just curious since this is the first one I've ever gotten.
So, I guess I have decided to continue this story. Because of that, I've upped the rating. Lines in italics are direct quotes from the episode Bringing Out the Dead.
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Neither of their clothes lasted longer than a few minutes. It was a fight, really, at first. It always was. Nothing with them had ever been tame, or anywhere near gentle. At least, not at first. And it wasn't long before they were both devoid of any type of clothing and Kol was on top of him on the bed. His grip on Damon's wrists wasn't strong. Or, at least, he wasn't using his full strength, not enough that Damon couldn't break away from.
Kol could always have easily held him down and kept him there and, even though Damon hadn't known it all those years ago when they'd first starting doing this, he could have compelled Damon as well but Damon knew that Kol liked it better this way. He liked that Damon could break his grip and simply did not want to.
"I take it you continued on your quest to free that woman after I was gone."
"You're the one that left." It was the closest he'd come to admit out loud that maybe things would have been different if Kol hadn't disappeared.
"Not by choice." It was the closest Kol would come to admitting out loud that he might not have chosen to leave. Maybe it was enough. There was no more talking after that.
Xxxxxx
"Dear Elijah, let's get together, plot the destruction of your brother. XOXO,-"
"Damon."
"You're not cheating on me, are you darling?" Kol's voice drew both Damon and Elijah's attention. There was an amused smile on Kol's face as he drew closer to them and rested an elbow on Damon's shoulder.
"What are you doing here?" Elijah asked. Dealing with Damon Salvatore was trying enough. Kol could be even more volatile when he wanted to be.
"You're planning something. Were you thinking of leaving me out of it?"
"No," Elijah answered immediately, almost smiling himself. "I had thought on involving not just you."
"Excellent." Kol clapped his hands together and grinned a bit wider. "I must admit I have been itching for some violence. There will be violence, yes?"
Damon raised an eyebrow, watching Elijah. He'd been a little worried that this had been a bad idea. After all, Elijah had professed the want to kill Klaus before and then had backed out at the last second.
"I imagine there will be," was Elijah's only answer.
"Great. Let's plan quickly then. I have so many years of lying around and doing nothing to make up for." He was looking at Damon as he said this and there was absolutely nothing innocent about his expression.
Xxxxxxxx
"Get dressed. We're going out."
"Yeah, sorry. Not interested."
"I didn't ask. Elijah and I have scheduled a very old fashioned sit down with you and Klaus. I say go with the black. Makes you look all villainy."
"You're an idiot," Stefan said, turning to glare at Damon. "Waking Elijah was bad enough. You just had to wake another one? Why didn't you just wake them all up while you were at it?"
"Heard about that, did you?" Damon couldn't help but to smirk, especially when he thought about just what he and Kol had been doing earlier.
"Yeah. Smart. You unleashed two originals to what? Help Klaus kill us all?"
"Un-daggering Elijah was smart, Stefan. After what Klaus did to him, he's in vengeance mode."
"And the other one? You just decided to trust an original you've never met because what? You liked the look of him while he was lying in a coffin?"
"Who says I've never met him?" Damon countered, with a half shrug. "Trust me on this Stefan: At the moment, I trust Kol a hell of a lot more than I do you."
"Well, guess that goes both ways, doesn't it?"
"Ooooh, yes. This is about me kissing Elena." Damon paused, stopped short suddenly as he thought about it. He'd fallen into bed easily with Kol as soon as the older vampire had shown up at the house. And it had been incredibly easy. Too easy, maybe, to completely forget about Elena and everything else.
For several moments, Damon stood still with that realization. He couldn't really escape everything. He couldn't deny the feeling that had welled up in him at the knowledge that Kol hadn't actually left the way he'd thought.
Kol leaving had been enough for him to flip the switch.
"Damon?" Stefan snapped his fingers in his face, and looked highly amused when Damon blinked like he was coming out of some trance.
Damon scowled at him. "Just get ready. We're going to negotiate a fake truce and I don't want your attitude ruining it."
Damon did not lose his stride when he made it to his room, even after spotting Kol lying on his bed, legs crossed at the ankle and reading browsing through the books Damon had left on his nightstand.
"Skipping out?" Damon asked.
"Oh, no. I'll be there. Later, though. You and your brother can work out the details with mine first."
"And when it comes to the inevitable violence…"
Kol only grinned at him. "Tell me something. Why are you going to all this trouble? Why not just…leave?"
Damon had to fight not to grimace at that, and he definitely didn't want to get into a long explanation about Elena and about how Kol's reappearance in his life just served to complicate that situation to an extreme degree.
"Maybe I just like trouble," he settled on finally. "This town certainly never gets boring."
"Yes, getting shot, tortured, and nearly killed on a weekly basis does sound fun." Kol's tone was somewhere between sarcasm and amusement.
"What, you can see the past now?"
"No, but I can read about it." He picked up something from the bed on the other side of him, holding it up for inspection and Damon snorted when he realized that it was one of Stefan's journals.
"Reading other people's diaries? I don't know…isn't that a little high school?" Damon asked with sarcasm of his own. Kol responded by moving and he was very suddenly in Damon's personal space, backing him into the nearest wall.
"So, tell me, you love this girl? Elena?" He asked, his stare intense, although there was no try at compulsion.
"Why? Jealous?"
Kol smirked and then one of his hands went low, undoing Damon's belt at record speed and the same hand was down his pants, gripping him tightly.
"Tell me. You loved the other, a hundred years ago. Katherine?"
It wasn't Kol's hands that had him answering but more his eyes. "I would have given it up," he finally admitted out loud.
Kol smiled again, this time with no teasing. "I would have stayed." He withdrew his hand and Damon was too surprised by the admission to protest. Instead, he studied Kol's features for a moment, looking for the truth in it.
"Damon!" His brother's impatient yell broke Damon from his thoughts.
"I expect your brother will have many questions," Kol commented, back to teasing.
Damon really did groan then even as he buttoned his pants and belt. Stefan would have heard all of that, of course. "I think I might hate you."
Kol only grinned again and dropped back down on his bed. "Liar."