Summary: Old faces and new, but still the same game. Damon is in the middle of two very bad situations and to make matters worse, he has to deal with a new issue presented by Elijah.
A/N: Sooooo, I added a new character because I have "plans". c: Any who, his name is pronounced HA-VEE-AIR and if you're wondering what he looks like, look up Oscar Jaenada.

To say the least, Damon felt a little weirded out because considering all of the events that had taken place in the last few days, he was stuck in a room with a guy he was supposed to be compelled to and a guy who had impulsively kissed him. How was one to strike up conversation from that?

"So, the next order of business is?"

"Is none of your concern." Klaus replied. "All you need to do is wait until I have instructions for you." He sighed and looked back at his brother. Someone undaggered Elijah and still had the blade. That was leverage that he didn't like someone else having over him. "They won't get away with this."

Elijah glanced over at Damon. He had warned him about this.

Damon rolled his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. He knew exactly what that look meant and he really couldn't bring himself to care. He wasn't going to just leave Elijah daggered in that box. "So, you daggered your bro again? Nice. What a great way to resolve issues."

"—and someone undid my work and killed two of my hybrids in the process..."

Damon went quiet for a moment. "Why though? Who would even know that he was daggered?" He figured he might as well play coy because he didn't need to tip Klaus off about his recent activity. "Does this have anything to do with the bitches you had roaming around."

"Excuse me?" Klaus glared at Damon now.

"Judging by your tone, I guess that means it wasn't you that sent those hybrids after Alaric last night?"

That was a great out for himself and Elijah. Why not place the blame on the dead rogue hybrids that had a vendetta against Damon?

Klaus' frown deepened and that was enough indication that he hadn't known about any of it. "Excuse me?"

"Sorry to break this tragic news to you but they're also dead. I killed—" he grunted when he was violently slammed against the wall with Klaus' fingers wrapped tightly around his neck. Damon couldn't help it but his first instinct was to glance over to Elijah who had inched closer out of habit.

"You're lying."

"I have no reason to lie."

Klaus narrowed his eyes. "Damon, tell me exactly what happened last night." He compelled.

Damon slightly tilted his head. He was getting really tired with pretending to be compelled but on the bright side, he could tell the story exactly how he wanted to. "A few of your hybrids showed up to Alaric's and tried to kill him so I killed them first. I'm assuming there's a little anarchy going on and to spite you, they undaggered Suits over there." He added on.

Elijah rolled his eyes at the nickname but he could tell that Klaus wasn't doubting the information that Damon had just relayed to him. Even if it was all a lie.

"It's so hard to find good help around here. If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself." Klaus sighed as he released Damon. "Those idiots who wanted me to kill you a few nights ago. I'm sure it was them." He looked agitated but unphased by the death of his hybrids. In his mind, anyone to defy his orders did not deserve his sympathy. "Let's go."

"Go where?" Damon questioned.

"To collect your blood for today." He said with a grin. "Don't tell me you've forgotten our little arrangement?"

"Oh, it must have slipped my mind. How foolish of me. That 'mutual' arrangement. Yeah, I definitely remember that." How could he forget.

Damon was plotting world domination and a massive level of revenge as he felt his blood seep from his body and into the containers that it was being stored in. Yeah he had agreed to this because technically Damon didn't have much choice but he was also trying to protect Elena. He'd rather it be him sitting here than her. Still, that didn't mean he had to like it— any of it.

Being practically desiccated did have its positives though. You know, those perks of gathering intel because everyone assumed he wasn't a threat while under Klaus' control. They were all assuming that he wasn't listening.

Oh but he was.

Then there was the fact that Elijah was hovering. Not his normal, 'I'm overseeing this operation' normal but his, 'I'm not going to leave until you leave' hover. It should have been a red flag but no one noticed except Damon.

"Give us the room." Elijah said to the two hybrids who were assigned to babysit Damon.

"Yes, sir."

When the room cleared, Elijah approached Damon and stared at him for a moment before reaching out and tilting Damon's head back with his index finger. "How much have you lost?"

"More than I should have, but don't worry, mom, I can still make it to school in the morning." He joked.

Elijah rolled his eyes, who made jokes at a time like this? "Your humor is ill placed."

"My humor is right where it needs to be." He turned his head away from the touch and shifted slightly in his seat. He was so over this. "How about you go tell blondie that these containers are full so I can go die somewhere in peace."

"Dying is not an option."

"Who died and made you the boss of me?"

Elijah sighed and stepped away from Damon. "I'll inform my brother that his containers are to full capacity." He turned and made his way to the door. "Don't do anything stupid, Damon." He murmured as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

He had to make a phone call.

It had been exactly a week since Damon had given his blood to Klaus and that entire ordeal went smoother than he had expected it to. When he finished, Klaus just let him leave. Just like that— with no extra tasks or anything. That should have been another red flag but at that moment, Damon was more concerned with fleeing than trying to see what the blonde was really up to.

As much as he would hate to admit it, he had to give Elijah credit. He was more of an ally than he initially thought him to be. Still, considering there were ulterior motives like let's say…being a little sprung, it was worrisome. It could backfire at any moment.

It could backfire when you suddenly had this shady character following you everywhere that you went.

Yeah, he didn't sign up for that. He didn't sign up for any of this.

It had started the day after he had given Klaus the blood. At first it was just that lingering feeling of someone watching you. When you thought about the current situation, that wasn't uncommon. For all he knew, Klaus could have had someone following him to keep tabs. He could have figured out that he was lying about being compelled, he could have found out that he undaggered Elijah. There could have been multiple reasons as to why he would have some tail him.

It turned out to be something completely different. There was the 'someone's watching me' feeling, but that escalated into a physical presences that wasn't even trying to hide. Bold. Very bold.

In the end, it wasn't even Klaus who had done it.

"And so you're my new babysitter? Is that it? Really?" Damon drawled before bursting out into laughter and looking over the stranger. "Let me guess, it's for my 'best interest' huh? Making sure I don't get into any more trouble? Am I right?"

"This is Javier Sota." Elijah said, motioning towards the shady character who'd been following Damon.

"Okay and I'm just supposed to be okay with some guy that I don't even know following me around watching my every move? I don't think so. Plus, I don't need a fuckin' babysitter. I can take care of myself."

"Yes because you've been doing such a great job of that so far?" Javier threw in. He had plenty information about this impulsive Damon Salvatore. He had heard more than enough. Quite frankly, he didn't like Damon at all. From what he heard, the rude vampire was more of a nuisance and he wasn't too fond to be helping him.

But it was a favor to Elijah so he would put up with it.

"Okay, who even asked you? This has nothing to do with you." Damon rolled his eyes and stepped into Elijah's space. "Seriously? Do you really think this is a good idea? Your brother may not have caught on to what we're doing but it's only a matter of time. So having Curls over here tailing me isn't a great move."

"Javier is more than skilled in being unseen. If he's seen, it's because he wants to be. There is no need to worry, consider this just an extra pair of hands to assist you in staying alive, Damon. Alive and out of trouble."

"Seriously…" he sighed and ran his hand down his face in frustration. Was anyone even listening to him? Did he even have a choice? "God, I swear." He threw his hands in the air and headed towards his car. "Whatever. Just stay out of my way."

Javier glanced at Elijah and raised a brow. "This one has your affections?"

Elijah watched as Damon drove off. "Thank you for your help, Javi."

"And so he's just going to— mmnf— to follow you around?" Alaric muffled out as Damon pressed his lips against his own. "I mean, at least it's just following... it could be— wait."

Damon shook his head and dragged his lips down Alaric's jaw, stopping at his neck. "Wait what?"

"Who is he?"

"Not sure. Javier something. I forgot what Elijah said his last name was but I'm pretty sure they're old friends." He pushed his hands up under Alaric's shirt and grinned. "He looks like an asshole."

"You're an asshole." Alaric said, letting himself be pushed against the wall. They hadn't even made it out of the living room yet. "You two should get along great." He teased, breath slightly hitched.

Damon dropped to his knees in front of the blonde and smiled up at him. "I am an asshole, I don't deny that, Ric." He started undoing Alaric's pants and tilted his head some. "I'm just saying that he literally looks like an asshole. The smug 'know it all'. You know, the typical one who actually does know it all and likes to ruin your day with unfortunate facts? That kind of asshole."

Alaric stared down at Damon and frowned. "So uh, I'm going to need you to pick."

Damon raised a brow in confusion. "Pick what?"

"Are we going to talk about this guy and Elijah or are we going to have sex? Because both doesn't really seem like a great idea." The last thing he wanted was to have his dick in Damon's mouth while they were talking about Elijah.

Yeah, he wanted no part in that.

Damon smirked and squeezed at Alaric's hips before biting at his lower abdomen. "I mean, I'm good at multitasking." He teased, yanking down the man's bottoms. "But of course I chose you. It's always going to be you." He winked at him before taking the man into his mouth with no warning.

"Fuck."

Only Damon.

Only Damon. Fucking. Salvatore.