When Damon woke up it was to the feeling of being caged by a living prison, and something hot, hard and rather sizeable slowly, but deeply sliding in and out of his body. A firm brush over his prostate forced his body to arch into the movement of his mate, forcing him deeper. Tyler paused, trying to control himself.
"How long -"
"Four hours," Tyler replied. Four tortorous hours. "This is not going to last long," he warned. He'd been rock hard, held within that tight silky hotness for far too long. His balls literaly ached.
Damon just mewed as Tyler worked them both towards the edge. And as promised, it didn't last long, but the release that came over Damon was soft and comforting. He shuddered in pleasure as Tyler gripped him tight, pumping him full of his seed. Damon had come to love that feeling - not that he would ever tell Tyler, but feeling the hot wave spread trough his bellows was... it warmed his soul.
Floating in the blissful after-glow Damon easily slipped back into an easy slumber, tightly intertwined with his... lover.
Later that evening when Damon and Tyler entered the Gilbert residence, Damon immediately noticed that his brother seemed amused about something. Trying to keep his gait steady and his swagger fluid Damon walked into the kitchen. Trying to appear normal he sat down slowly on a kitchen stool, biting back the curse at the sting he felt going up his spine. Apparently his vampire healing didn't apply when nearly split in two by a werewolf.
In contrast, Tyler looked very satisfied with himself. He nodded to Stefan and headed right into the living room to play Halo with Jeremy.
"What?" Damon snarled.
Stefan burst out in a fit of giggles, "I just... haha- I just never pegged you as someone who'd let anyone fuck you." he said with mirth glowing from his eyes, "It suits you though. You're... glowing. " He quickly side stepped the swipe that came his way. "Aw, am I being mean? Did the big bad wolf steal your virginity and leave you all sore and tender?" he teased. Although the amusement left his face when he saw his brother's face go a pale shade of pink and his eyes a clearer blue than they had been for years.
Damon blinked and looked away, "Fuck off Stefan." he mumbled and slid off the chair.
Stefan shook his head, "No man -" he siad, "You really... seriously?"
Furious blue eyes snapped up at him, "Yes! Fine? Are you happy? I'm not allowed to keep something this private, private?" He licked his lips, "You don't get to ruin this for me Stefan. You ruin this, you can kiss Elena good-bye."
Stefan jerked back. Was it really that important to his brother? "Damon, I'm sorry," he said, "I wont."
"What's going on?" Tyler asked as he came into the kitchen, sensing the hostility.
Stefan backed down immediately, knowing he had crossed the line, "Nothing. Congratulations." he said and went into the living room. When he turned around and glanced back, it was to see Tyler pull his brother close and kissing hims softly, his hands rubbing the small of his back. And the amazing part? Damon just let him.
~*~...
Damon sat, soaked in a hot tub as he complemented the pure oddity of his body's behaviour in the past few weeks. He felt hot. He felt cold. Hungry, thirsty, and he needed the bathroom.
He took a deep breath, and held it in as he sunk beneath the surface of the water. Oh yeah, and he needed to breathe. He became tired so easily. Not that he did a lot of exercise, but he'd never had an issue with his stamina in bed before. He opened his eyes under water, but flinched as the bath salt stung.
But that may just have been it. Sex with a werewolf might just be messing up his operating systems. Damon closed his eyes and came back up to the surface, gasping for breath.
After all, it did go against his nature.
"Dramatic much?" he heard his brother's voice form the doorway.
Damon scowled as he breathed deeply, his lungs aching for oxygen. "I didn't realise I had an audience," he said between breaths.
"When is Alaric coming back form Bulgaria?"
"He should be back in time for the ball," Damon said and rubbed water form his eyes.
"Which is tomorrow," Stefan said, "Jenna hasn't heard anything form him - have you?"
"I'm not a vampire hotline," Damon huffed and raised himself out of the water.
"Damon -" Stefan grimased. while he'd seen his brother in the buff numerous times during their hundred and sixty something years lifetime, it didn't mean he was eager to see it again. But he couldn't help but notice... "What happened to you?" he asked.
"Nothing," Damon muttered and wrapped a towel around his waits. Stefan grabbed his arm roughly, twisting him around.
Damon couldn't hold back a pained gasp as bruises blossomed underneath his brother's fingers as he held him. Stefan stared in shock at the dark marks appearing around his hand. As if burned he let go, staring at his older brother in shock. "Damon -"
Damon cradled his hand to his chest, utterly disbelieving of the pain radiating from his arm.
And the bruises were not healing. Normally they would disappear within seconds. "Are you feeding?" Stefan asked, as lack of proper nutrition was the only thing he could thing of to cause such a lack of reaction. But Damon seemed fine otherwise. Fine, but fragile. So breakable.
"Of course I am."
"Then what is happening to you? You're not healing! Look at you! What is Tyler doing to you!"
"I'm healing," Damon insisted, "I'm healing,..." he took a breath, "-just not as fast as I used to."
"You should have told me about this!" Stefan said, "How can you protect Elena if you're not in ship shape?"
Damon snarled, "Yes, because Elena is at the very centre of my universe!"
Stefan stepped back, surprised at the outburst, "You're not well Damon. You have to realise that. "
No. Damon shook his head. He was fine. It was just the after effect of carrying Tyler withing himself. He was fine. It would wear off.
It was the next evening that Stefan observed Damon getting dressed. "I didn't know you were going to the Spring Fling," Stefan said, "You usually take any excuse not to go."
Damon paused as he was tying his tie. He hated bow ties and avoided that whenever he could. "I was invited," he replied simply.
"Everyone was invited. You've been invited 150 times. You've only ever gone when father forced you."
Damon frowned. Truth be told, he hated the Spring Fling. He'd always been a womnizer, but he rarely held on to someone for any length of time. The Spring Fling was the occasion to show off your loved one. The only he'd ever wanted to bring had been Katherine, and she'd gone with Stefan. Did it make sense that he didn't want to be seen as a 'whitie' year after year. "And this year I'm going."
"Very well," Stefan said and fished the white silk band out of the box, "Here you go."
Damon just glared at him, then he moved past Stefan and grabbed the red one in stead.
Stefan raised a brow, "So am I to assume that this... whatever it is between you and the Lockwood cub is actually something?"
"Just stay out of it Stefan," Damon said quietly.
Stefan sighed, "I can't stay out of it Damon. You have to understand that. And your briuses still haven't faded - it's not natural-"
"Actually I don't understand that," Damon replied and turned to his brother, "I'm a 164 years old. I think that might be old enough to be aloud to tell my baby brother to mind his own business."
"It has nothing to do with age, Damon," Stefan sighed. "Your track record is not great. You use them, leaving them either dead or furious. We can't afford for Tyler Lockwood to be either of those. I know you brought Tyler to Elena's, but is it really that serious between the two of you?"
"Go away," Damon replied flippantly.
"No."
"I'm serious Stefan. Leave this alone. I'm not about to go psycho, I don't have a diabolical plan. I'm just going to a party."
"With a date."
"With a date."
"Who is a male, a werewolf, and a werewolf alpha at that," Stefan pointed out, then he smirked, "How will it ever work out between the sheets?" With his keen sense of smell he was well aware of that his brother was , eh, intimate, with his wolf. And if his eyes were not deceiving him, Damon turned about as red as a vampire could. Which was only a really fair shade of pink - but it was still a blush. Stefan laughed, "So you were serious, you like it up-"
"Dammit Stefan! Can't you leave it alone?" Damon yelled. "This is my life, not yours. I will do as I damn well please!"
"I'm sorry," Stefan said, although the mirth was still apparent on his face, "But you're usually bragging and throwing your conquests in my face. That you're so quiet makes me wonder what you're up to. Does his parents know?"
"I don't know," Damon said, "But I suppose if they don't already they will soon..."
"And if Tyler don't want to tell them? Like he did with Vicky..."
Damon paused. It had not really occurred to him that Tyler would want to hide them. The cub was very affectionate, even when he knew others were watching or could walk in. He did not seem to have an issue with the team knowing, or Matt. If Tyler wanted to hide them, his actions made no sense. "I don't know," he replied, "I don't know."
~*~...