Ch 6; Meet the Guys

"Boys!" Alaric yelled. The music turned down and the guys put down their stuff and turned their attention to their coach. "As I told you, I'll be in Bulgaria for a few months..." A few of the guys nodded. Damon saw Tyler putting down some weights looking curiously at the scene. "And Damon here will be taking over my duties... Now don't be fooled by his pretty face and baby blues. He knows his football and can probably run circles around you all," he smiled, "So behave and bring those games home." Alaric patted Damon on the shoulder. "Good luck buddy,"

"I hate you." Damon tossed over his shoulder as the human walked away. He turned back to the teenage boys standing in the gym looking at him expectantly, "Just... get back to what ever you were doing," he said and fished out his phone.

Most of the boys just turned back to their training, resuming their chatter, but a few observed their new coach. "So..." a blonde boy approached Damon, "You're the new coach?" he asked, swaggering cockily. Damon just arched a brow as he glanced up at the boy. "You gonna be makin' the moves on the rest of us as well, or is Lockwood special?" he hooked his thumbs on the front of his shorts, winking suggestively. "You might wanna treat us all equal... or we might tell the principal."

Damon's fingers paused on the screen of his phone. He sighed and stood up, finding that he stood just a little shorter than the football players. Not to mention that the blonde boy as about a foot wider than him. "Look kiddo, don't threaten me. You're nothing but a tick, and I'll squash you -"

"You can squash my dick in you tight little -"

Damon saw Tyler straightening up, watching the scene with keen interest and sharp eyes. As the blonde boy stepped closer Tyler put his towel down and came closer. No one got to even try to bully his Damon.

Damon smiled coldly and put his hand on the boy's shoulder. Then he squeezed.

"Oh - ow fuck man -" The blonde player whimpered and fell to his knees in pain.

"Listen boy, as I said, you are but a little tick. If I squeeze just a little tighter the nerve that I am pressing on will be permanently damaged and you will have restricted mobility in you right arm, your back and your right leg for the rest of your life. You won't ever play sports again, you won't ever get a job and you'll be in chronic pain for the rest of your life. Do you understand me?" he asked.

The not so cocky jock was sweating and shaking under Damon's grip as he whimpered, "Y-yes."

"Yes?"

"Y-yes sir."

Damon let go and let the boy crumble to the floor, "Now, to the rest of you, my private life is off limits. Yes, the principal knows. No, he doesn't care. If you have an issue with me, take it up with me and don't act like a cocky little cunt with your pumped up macho bullshit like this massive waste of space and precious oxygen," he said, gesturing to the boy still on the floor. "And whoever is doing 90 kilo's on the weights should jack it up to a 120. Little Miss Forbes can lift that with one hand so get to it boys. Chop chop."

Michael leaned into Matt and whispered, "What was that all about?" he asked.

Matt smirked, "I think Ryan might have happened upon something that was meant to be kept private and then made the mistake of thinking Damon Salvatore would stand for being bullied by a high school kid."

"So what's Lockwood want you think?" he asked as he saw the quarterback head up to the new coach. Matt just smirked.

Tyler stepped up to Damon, "Damon, I'm sorry -"

"Can't expect everyone to act like adults," Damon said.

"I didn't tell him," Tyler said, "I wouldn't do that. -"

"You mean you wouldn't tell your mates you'll force yourself on me every time I'm mean to Caroline?" Damon snarled quietly at him.

Tyler stiffened and his eyes hardened. He dried the sweat off his neck with his towel."Only Matt knows, and only because he was at your place with us..." he said, not commenting on Damon's words. They were true. But there was more to it. There was something about Damon that made him... so primal.

Damon nodded, his jaw clenched, "It's fine. I can handle myself against a high school kid."

Tyler smirked and laid a hand on Damon's waist, "Can you really?"

"Hey what did I tell you -?" Damon asked sharply.

"Watching you take down Ryan made me crave some attention." he said darkly, "Did you know you were gonna be coaching us?"

Damon grit his jaw, biting back a moan as the deep scent of Tyler's arousal teased his senses. "I can't..." he spoke quietly. "No, I didn't know until I came here." The cub really should not smell that good.

"Hm," Tyler hummed, "I know I wore you out this morning," Tyler breathed, "I just want to taste you."

"No can do," Damon said, although his denial of services sounded less convincing as his voice was breathless, "You've had your fill for this side of the clock. You'll have to wait until dinner." But Damon was not feeling the bravado he was selling.

"Just one kiss," Tyler begged teasingly. "Well step out in the hall -"

"You're not touching me until after school. If -" Damon emphasised, " - I feel like it. Don't get greedy."

Tyler nodded. If Damon pretending he had control over whatever this fucked up thing between them was, would keep him compliant and not cause too much fuss, that was okay with him.

~*~...

"No!" Damon yelled in the mayors face, "You don't understand. Sending Alaric to Bulgaria is a suicide mission! The Petrova family will have no issue killing him!"

"And who should we send, hm?" Mr. Lockwood sneered, "You?"

"My family gave refuge to theirs during the Civil War, Their family, spearheaded by Katarina Petrova is the founder of both the Gilbert's and the Pierce's, Send a representative of their own family!"

"Like the Gilbert kids?"

"Like Isobell! She is a direct decendant and had Elena with John Gilbert! And she speaks Bulgarian!"

"I can hardly send a young woman out in the world on her own -"

"Then send them together! She's head researcher at Duke's - hardly a child." Damon snapped, "Sending Alaric to research one of the most ancient of vampire clans is too dangerous -"

Mr. Lockwood shook his head, "You have gotten too comfortable in my chair boy. It is my decision."

Damon's eyes darkened in fury at being called a boy by a man a quarter of his age. "It is one that will cost Alaric his life! He does not know what he's getting into!"

Ths sheriff cleared her throat, "He does have a point. And for your information, we have never killed as many vampires as we have under Damon's leadership. You should respect that. He, as you, is head of his family."

The mayor sighed, "What do you suggest?"

Damon smiled, "Well, If we destroy the Petrova family, we will unleash a hell none of us are prepared to deal with. But... They are more than willing to help us eradicate orphaned fledgling vampires.

"Which will help us how?"

"Older, more experienced vampires buy their blood from blood banks, or live on willing donors, or lovers. It is the younger ones that costs us our children, those who are not taught the vampire lore. They are stumbling around in the dark; let's show them the light."

~*~...

The sheriff caught up with Damon in the foyer as the other left, "Damon. What you said... There are vampire clans out there?"

"Indeed - while not very nice people, the clans keep their young ones from killing- they just want to be left alone. I think it is wise to do just that." Damon gave her a small nod and a charming smile.

Damon was about to leave when his sensitive ears picked up on the sound of a tv upstairs. Would that be Tyler? "I think I'll go see how Tyler's doing, if you don't mind," Damon said, bidding his farewells to the retreating sheriff.

It was a few hours later that Matt walked into Tyler's game room. "Hey man," he said.

Tyler glanced up, "Hey bro," he replied quietly, but didn't move. He made a move for Matt to be quiet.

Matt frowned, and as he came around the couch to see the scene his brows rose. Damon Salvatore was fast asleep, sprawled on top of Tyler, his head resting on the teens chest. Looking at them, you'd think Tyler was the eldest, judging by size at least. Matt thought the elder Salvatore looked... like a kid.

"He just spent four hours arguing with the town Council about something," Tyler said, "He and my dad were at each other throats," he spoke quietly. Then he smirked, "It was pretty epic."

Matt grinned, "I can imagine. Guess it took some energy?"

"Yeah."

"So you've told them?"

"No. They seem to be happy we're 'friends' though. My mom is utterly charmed and my dad... my dad actually respects him. I guess it's a founding family thing..."

Mattt nodded and sat down on the opposide couch, "How's the game been?"

"No idea..." He'd spent most of the game balls deep in the pale skinned brunet on his chest. He'd worn him out good.

"You are so whipped."

Elena sighed, "I know Tyler is a werewolf, but I'm worried for him. If you think they're sleeping together -"

"They're close, physically. And I can smell pheromones -"

"I'm worried, Stefan, Damon could hurt him -"

"I'll talk to him."

Elena sighed and smiled sweetly, "Thank you, I just want him to be okay. With all this stuff about Klaus, Tyler shouldn't be mixed up any more than he is... "

~*~