Ch 2 Recovery

Damon closed the door to the Boarding House as quietly as he could. He was bruised, bloody and in pain and really did not want to see his brother at all.

"Damon!" Stefan stood on the stairs. "I've been waiting for ages - I though you just went to speak with Caroline."

"Yeah..." Damon said. "I spoke with her. She threw a hissyfit"

"I'm sure you could have been nicer!" Stefan glared.

"Yeas, well I'm not in the mood to be nice -" he said and brushed by his brother, hoping he was too pissed off to catch the strong scent of blood, sex and wet dog hanging all over him.

"So what did you do?"

"I took care of it."

But on such luck. Stefan wrinkled his nose as his brother hurried up the stairs.

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When Damon woke up, he was alone. The notion of that the happenings of the evening before had been a dream was destroyed by the soreness in his body and the throbbing ache in his backside. Confused and with something that felt suspiciously like he was upset, Damon shakily wrapped the sheets around himself.

He felt weak and bare.

He jerked in alarm as his door burst open to reveal his brother and his girlfriend. Stefan's face was set in fierce determination and Elena looked furious.

Stefan opened his mouth to talk, but Elena beat him to it. "What did you do to Tyler?" she barked, "Did you hurt him? What did you do Damon?"

Damon tuned her out as he felt an unfamiliar burn behind his eyes.

His body had been invaded. He'd taken another man within his body like... a girl. He was by no means a prude, he'd lived too long for that, but he was still raised in the eighteen hundreds. He'd been taught that letting a man... take you was dishonourable and disgraceful. He'd let him bite him, mark him... 'claim' him.

Rape him? A quiet voice whispered in the back of his mind.

He hadn't just let a man take him, but a werewolf, a teenage werewolf, and he had whimpered and cried in pleasure. He'd lost the last piece of his innocence. The only thing that tied him to his humanity.

Stefan wrinkled his nose as he smelled a different scent than the overpowering musk of recent sex. Blood. Salt? It took him a few seconds for Stefan to realise than Damon was forcing back tears. He frowned as he actually looked properly at his brother. There were faint bite marks on his shoulder and neck, and there were bruises. And he was bleeding.

Vampires did not bruise. They healed before any of the burst blood vessels leaked any blood to mark their skin. They rarely bled, and if so, healed within seconds.

"Get out." Damon said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Elena raged, "You really think you'll get away with -"

"Elena," Stefan said, "we-"

"No-"

"We'll talk later," he told Damon and shoved Elena out in front of him.

As soon as the door closed, Damon let his tears fall. Angrily, he wiped them away. He was Damon Salvatore. He did not cry. Why was he crying anyways?

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"I saw Tyler earlier," Stefan said as he approached his brother. "He's fine. Utterly, completely fine. There isn't a scratch on him."

Damon just raised a brow at his younger brother. "And?"

"You came home stinking of blood, forest, mud, sex and wet dog," he said and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Your point?"

"You were crying yesterday -" Damon snorted, "Don't deny it," Stefan said calmly. "What did he do to you?"

"Leave it Stefan."

Damon leaned against the rail as he watched his brother's football team, or rather, he was watching the teams quarterback bossing his boys around.

Tyler. Damon licked his lips as he watched the young werewolf crash into the defender, knocking him flat. The cub had grown since he became a were, and muscles rippled under his tan skin. How hadn't he noticed before. If he had, he'd been more careful.

The play stopped as Alaric blew his whistle, "I told you, Ryan, block Tyler to open for Stefan." The coach sounded vexed. Damon couldn't blame him. It was sizzling hot this summer. If he'd been even vaguely sensitive to temperature he'd be hiding away in the Boarding House.

He pitied humans slightly for being so sensitive to their surroundings. Although he enjoyed watching his brother being knocked over by pissed off teenage boys who just wanted for practice to be over so they could all have their cold showers.

He smirked as he saw Alaric shake his head in frustration. With a confident swagger he walked down on the field. He greeted the coach with a wave, "Give the kid a break, he'll never knock down wolfboy," he said.

Alaric grit his jaw. "They're both the best at the positions they play, I can't swap them. Anyone but Tyler, Ryan runs over like a truck."

"Anyone but someone with supernatural strength," Damon agreed, "The boy is bleeding, by the way," he added flippantly, "Mabe you should have someone to teach Tyler to know his strength." Damon said, hoping Alaric would take the hint and pair the wolf with his brother.

Alaric glanced at Damon, "Yeah, I should." He smirked. "Ryan - you're done for today."

The blond teen looked shattered, "What? No Coach I can do this!"

"Relax," Alaric said, "Tyler seems to be on a steam roll today, but I need you fit for the game on Saturday, Which you wont be if we don't give your blocking shoulder a few days rest." He said and patted him on the shoulder, "I admire your pain tolerance, but we have scouts coming later this season and if giving you an hour break now will keep you fit later, then so be it."

Ryan seemed doubtful, but nodded, "So I'm still starting?"

"Of course. You're our best defender," Alaric replied.

The teen nodded as he rubbed his cheek, "Okay Coach. But damn, Lockwood is like a concrete wall today man..." he said and rolled his shoulder as he walked off.

Tyler came jogging up as Ryan walked away, "Coach, where is Ryan off to?" he asked as he let his eyes swipe over the elder Salvatore brother.

"Showers," Alaric answered, "You're on a roll today Lockwood, but I need O'Connor's shoulder for game night. And that wont happen if I let you ram him over one more time." Alaric shook his head, "If I had anyone as good as you on Quarterback I'd put you in defence."

Tyler raised a brow, "I'm perfectly happy where I am, sir," he said.

~*~
Tyler closed his eyes as he let the hot water pound down on him in the locker room showers. He wondered how Ryan was doing. He hadn't quite learned to control his strength and was aware he'd been like a brick wall for the guy.

But despite his worry his mind drifted to the elder Salvatore. Caroline's ex. The man, who Tyler believed to be in his early twenties, was... strange. The man himself was not odd, but the way Tyler reacted to his presence was odd.

He felt... cooled down, calm. He felt... in control.

His thoughts drifted to Sunday evening, and how beautiful and helpless he'd been. How tight and how cool he was wrapped around him. He felt heat pool in his lower belly as he felt the power rush through him.

"Whoha!" Matt said as he came in for a shower, "I know we're best friends and all, but you can take that somewhere else," he said, amusement shining in his eyes.

Tyler glanced down, seeing himself half hard. He smirked, "Just getting my groove back," he shot back.

"Someone particular in mind?"

Tyler just grinned and shook his head, turning back to the warm water.