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A couple of weeks had passed since Damon had taken over for Alaric and Tyler felt that he was going mad. He had Damon had been getting closer, much closer. He knew that Damon was not comfortable with the level of control Tyler held, demanded in his life, but he'd just have to deal. The full moon was close and at times he could feel himself actually shaking with lust and the urge to mate.
But he respected Damon, and he respected that the older man needed time. While it had not been outright said, Tyler gathered that he taken Damon's virginity, something the blue eyed little devil needed to get to grips with. Not to mention that he rarely gave the older man much of a choice. Tyler could not explain the raw attraction he felt for him. Of course, they had done other things. Tyler knew Damon's body almost as well as his own. There was little he loved he much as seeing him come undone under him. To taste him, lick him, bite him, kiss him as he'd slide his fingers inside him, making him shake and sweat.
Tyler took a deep breath.
He remembered all too well how Damon had clung to him as he quivered in the throes of the very first orgasm he'd give him. The python like grip of his body...
"Mr. Lockwood," Damon's voice cut through the fog in his head. "If it's not too much to ask, please pay attention," he said with a small smirk. He could smell the thick rich scent of his arousal all the way to the front of the classroom. He supposed it was a good thing that Stefan and Caroline were in the year below.
"Yeah," Tyler replied, his voice deep and husky.
A few girls giggled. It was no secret that many of the girls in school were sweet on the new history teacher. Tyler was pretty sure that most of the guys on the football team knew. There were a few teasing comments now and then, but never anything different from the comments Matt would get about Caroline, or Sean about Mary, or Stefan about Elena.
But they'd been close to zero on the public displays of affection, so few paid it any mind. Damon did not treat Tyler any different front he rest of them during practice. If anything, at times he'd push him harder.
As the class ended, Tyler was out of there like a lightning. Damon smirked at his slightly stiff gait, no doubt because of his now far too tight jeans. The wolf gave Damon a glare in return to his smirk on his way to the men's room.
~*~...
Damon was tired of Tyler knocking over Ryan. He needed to do somethign about that. While he got Tyler was marking his territory, proving to Ryan that he didn't get to bully Damon the way he'd tried the first day, they needed Ryan fit for game night.
Tyler gave the lithe vampire a once over. "Sir... not to be rude, but... you're even smaller than Ryan..."
Damon smirked, "Don't let it fool you."
Damon Salvatore was not quite as big as he looked from afar. He stood a good six feet and then some, but Tyler had grown like weed over the past months and stood nose tip to nose bridge with the older man. While Damon was obviously well built, he was also very lean, as opposed to Tyler who had more of a bulldozer build.
Damon smiled brilliantly, "Great, I'm really looking forward to see some results. Talent needs to be nurtured," nodded to Tyler,
"Now, Damon," Tyler growled in his ear "-lose the shirt."
Damon rolled his eyes and fished out his phone from his jean pocket and took off his jacket and his shirt, leaving him in a back wife-beater. "Let's play some ball," he said and winked at Tyler as he walked towards his spot. He tossed his whistle to Ryan, "You play coach for a bit, and I'll take this arrogant puppy down a peg."
Ryan grinned and caught the whistle.
Tyler could not help but let his eyes rest on the milky white skin of the older man. It seemed like fair skin ran in the Salvatore family. Even though they were of Italian decent. He shook his head to clear his thought and jogged back to the team.
"Ready?" Ryan yealled, "On the whistle boys,"
Damon and Tyler stood nose to nose over the ball. Damon steadied his stance and raised an amused brow at his brother. Tyler felt a wave of power rush through him, as he felt the scent of the elder Salvatore wash over him and penetrate his senses. A deep rumble came from his chest and his eyes flashed gold as the whistle blew. He'd never felt that strong.
Yet.
A quarter of a second later he was on his back in the dry grass, blue sky above him, feeling like he'd been run over by a truck.
~*~
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"Hey man," Matt said as he put his stuff into his locker next to Tylers, "I thought Stefan was a tank - Damon is unreal. I've never seen anyone knock you over like that."
Tyler just rolled his shoulders and nodded, "Yeah, he's... deceptively strong..." he said. And that was an understatement. He's shattered both his collarbones. Of course they'd healed in a matter of half a minute, but still. Damon was not human. But Damon had never been stronger then himself. Maybe a vampire like Caroline... but she'd said there were no others. She would not lie. Perhaps Damon was something else.
Stefan seemed pretty ordinary, after all.
"No shit," Matt chuckled, "but you need someone to kick your ass once in a while," he teased and walked off.
Tyler just shook his head and walked towards the coach's shower.
Damon was just getting dressed. He turned at the sound of someone entering. Seeing it was Tyler didn't exactly make him relax much.
"Damon," Tyler rumbled, making the vampire shiver. He walked over, placing his hands on each side of the smaller man's head.
Slowly, ever so slowly their faces gravitated towards each other. Tyler lowered and Damon raised a fraction upward, lips meeting. It wasn't spectacular, but Damon's cool lips sent a shiver of delight though Tyler. Tyler's unnaturally high body heat seeped through Damon' clothes, the gentle meeting of lips.
They parted with a soft breath. Damon felt... warm. It still surprised him how the cold he'd suffered for decades, a century and a half, seemed to have been driven out by the overpowering heat of the wolf.
Tyler studied the face of the older man. The normally sharp eyes were foggy and his mouth was parted and flushed pink. With a slight smirk he kissed him again. This time, Damon kissed him back.
~*~...
Ryan was about to knock on the door frame as he entered the coaches showers, but halted as he saw the coach pressed up against the wall, by none other than their own quarterback. He gaped as Tyler easily pushed Damon's thigh up with his own before he grabbed it and hoisted the older man up like he was a feather.
The moment was broken as Damon opened his eyes briefly and smacked Tyler lightly and yanked his legs free. Tyler growled, a deep rumbling round from his chest, making Damon accept being wrapped up and have Tyler map out his mouth expertly. Damon whimpered, but managed to pull away.
Ryan cleared his throat. Tyler's head snapped up to stare at him. "Uh, I just... could I talk to the coach for a bit? If you don't mind?"
Damon unwound himself from Tyler, who did not seem interested in letting him go and nodded, "Uh, yeah."
Ryan had to admit, the coach was pretty hot all flushed, ruffled and embarrassed.
A/N Hello everyone.
1) I have decided that Tyler's constant presence and their, eh, intimate interaction should have some physical effect on our dearest Damon. Suggestions? It can affect him in more than one way, so I'm open to several suggestions! If I can make it fit, that is.
2) Have anyone else had trouble with their story alerts? Mine stopped working! Any idea how to fix it?