Mason wrinkled his nose at the scent of the elder Salvatore - not that the younger one smelled much better. When arriving at the Lockwood Mansion, his childhood home, he'd only had to take a look at his nephew to know he's activated the curse. And he was... getting it on, with a vampire.
Did his brother dearest know about this?
~*~...
"Where are they?" Carol hissed. They were only a few hours into the ball and her son and Damon had disappeared already. "Richard," she called softly, not wanting to disturb the guests, "Where are Tyler and Damon?"
The mayor just shook his head, "They're having a breather... and from what it sounded like, a serious conversation. I suggest we leave the boys to their own devices for a while."
"Tyler always gives out the prize for the couple of the year." She said, "He needs to be here!"
~*~...
Tyler watched Damon as he slept. Or watched as much of him as he could as the vampire was curled up in his arms. Damon was a vampire. He'd probably killed hundreds- maybe thousands, of people. He'd killed Vicky... and turned Caroline. He should not be with this man. But... Tyler tightened his arms around him nuzzled his neck. But he had quickly realised that he loved Damon. Not just as a 'boyfriend', but as a lover. He loved Damon.
His vampire lover. Tyler frowned. Weren't vampires supposed to be cold? Damon was usually cold whenever they first met, but got warmer. Now he was quite hot, which he knew to be unusual. Caroline had said that the thing she hated the most about being a vampire, was not drinking blood, but the constant freezing cold. And Caroline was always cold.
"Stop thinking..." Damon muttered, barely awake.
"But I'm thinking of you," Tyler purred and nipped at his shoulder.
Damon chuckled, "You've got to stop saying corny stuff like that, or I might start to wonder about where the King Jock, testosterone fuelled Tyler Lockwood I fell in love with is."
Tyler stiffened at Damons words, then he smiled and licked the spot he'd just nibbled at, "That's what I was thinking about; how much I love you."
Damon twisted his head around to see Tyler's face. Without a word he pulled Tyler down for a kiss. Tyler groaned and arched his back, and pulled Damon's leg backwards over his hip.
"Ah -" Damon gasped against Tyler's lips as he felt the quickly hardening cock inside him slide deeper again. The feeling was almost soothing against his sore and swollen walls. A deep rumble emitted from Tyler's chest. He didn't move, but stayed put, enjoying the gentle kiss.
The moment was broken by Tyler's phone ringing in his jacket on the floor. Tyler sighed heavily, "That's my mom..." he groaned.
Damon nodded, "We should head back down," he said, his voice quivering slightly.
"I don't want to," Tyler huffed and rocked slowly.
Damon pushed against Tyler's arms holding him stuck, "At least she had the courtesy to call, Tyler. She could have walked straight in here."
The young werewolf groaned, but the thought had crossed his mind.
"And I can assure you my brother won't offer the same courtesy," Damon said. "We should go back down. There is the 'couple of the year' award soon." In reality he didn't want to move at all. He was so tired he couldn't even muster his usual sarcastic wit for the occasion. "Get up," he ordered.
Tyler sighed but did as he was told. Thankfully, Damon thought, he moved slowly. He hissed in discomfort as Tyler slid from him. "Are you okay?" Tyler asked, worried.
"I'm fine," Damon said.
"Frustrated, insecure, neurotic and emotional 'fine, or actually fine?" Tyler asked as he eyes the hand shaped bruise on Damon's arm. He knew he had not put that there.
"The former," Damon admitted. He felt cold and empty. He just wanted Tyler back with him. In him. He hated feeling like this. This needy and insecure. And the feeling of come slipping from him was not entirely comfortable either.
Tyler didn't say anything, and instead just got out of the bed. with a wicked grin he grabbed Damon by the ankle and dragged him to the end of the bed. He smirked, loving the sight of the tender body.
"Hey!" Damon shouted. Seeing Tyler's playful look he smiled and laughed as the wolf picked him up and carried him to the bathroom. "You gonna put me down?" Damon asked as they stepped into the shower.
"I'm not sure," Tyler mused, "I'm expressing the King Jock testosterone fuelled side of me you fell in love with," he teased as he put him down. Damon nearly fell as his feet touched the warm tiled floor. "I think I'll hold on a little while longer," he said and wrapped a muscly arm around the slender waist and turned on the water.
Tyler could really appreciate the solid hard lines of Damon's body. While smaller and more delicate than his own, he was fairly well built and strong looking. Tyler knew that his own brick-wall built was a result of his werewolf heritage and that very few humans could match something similar.
Something similar was running through Damon's mind as he leaned back against Tyler's chest, his head rolling back to rest on the broad shoulder. He loved that Tyler would not break and could fight with him, and... he was a little embarrassed to admit, dominate him. Not only with the force of his character, but physically, without hurting him. He made him want to submit to him. To be protected.
Damon smiled as warm hands started running along his body, lathering him in shower oil. "Ty..." he moaned as Tyler stroked his half hard cock and gently lathered his balls. Tyler's tongue on the bite mark on his shoulder made his body turn to jelly. Soon he was hard again. He cursed as Tyler's dark chuckles vibrated against his skin and he felt fingertips against his entrance. He braced himself against the wall, panting, as Tyler slipped his fingers past the slick and yielding muscle and pressed directly on his prostate.
It didn't take long as Damon pressed back against Tyler's strength, to be shaking in release.
Awfully pleased with himself, Tyler turned off the water and wrapped a warm towel around his lover, who was on the verge of slipping into the land of dreams again. "C'mon," he coaxed. "Let's get you to bed, eh?" he said.
Just as Damon laid down and closed his eyes, there was a sharp knock on the door, "Tyler!" he heard his mother's voice. He covered the sleeping Damon with the sheet he wasn't sleeping on, covering him up to his waist, and flung the wet towel over his shoulder, conveniently covering the bleeding bite mark.
Another knock.
He sighed and tightened the towel around his waist as he opened the door.
"Tyler!" his mother snapped as she took in his half naked and newly showered state. The heavy scent of sex hit her hard in the face. Her eyes drifted over his shoulder to see Damon asleep on the bed, also still wet form a shower. "This could not wait until after the ball?" she asked.
Tyler angled the door so that his mother could not see Damon's barely covered and exhausted body on the bed. "What is it mom?"
"You have to hand out the 'couple of the year' award," she said. "The both of you!" she said, "Be downstairs in fifteen."
~*~...
Tyler and Damon slipped through the crowd, not so unnoticed, hand in hand up to where his parents were. Damon was shattered and felt like a... fragile and breakable crystal sphere. The warmth from Tyler's hand gave him some energy. He swore, as soon as this was over, he was going back to bed.
He let go of Tyler's hand as they reached the podium. He stood at the front of the crowd as Tyler went up. "Damon," Carol called, "Get up here," she said with a smile. A somewhat tense smile. She had, after all, just seen him naked in her sons bed.
"But-" Damon protested.
"No chance," she said, "You're both handing this out."
Damon glared at Tyler. While usually he didn't mind the attention of the crowd, he was not feeling up to it right now. Tyler just held out his hand again. With a sigh Damon walked up and took Tyler's hand. Tyler gave his hand a light squeeze before he let go again and accepted the card from his mother. "Well," he said, "My father said this year was special, and in many ways it is," he glanced at Damon, "but in others, it will never change. My mother still has to drag me out of bed to hand out this award." Damon rolled his eyes and flushed a bit as mirthful chuckled sounded in the crowd. "This award goes to a couple who has had their ups and downs, but through everything is still going strong."
Tyler saw Caroline smile and look in Elena's direction. Tyler shook his head. That girl missed nothing, "This years couple is, perhaps unsurprisingly, Stefan Salvatore and Elena Gilbert." The crowd clapped and a few whistles sounded as Elena and Stefan came through to the front.
Damon smiled and shook his brother's hand. It surprised him how cold Stefan was. Stefan, however, was startled as how hot Damon was. The scent of sex hung around the werewolf and his older brother, but their scents were... the same.
"Thank you," he said absentmindedly. He noticed how Elena glowed as Mrs. Lockwood handed her a crystal rose with her and Stefan's names engraved.
"Speech!" Caroline called.
Stefan was still in his own world as Elena said her thank-yous.
"Stefan, we want a speech from you as well," Matt called.
Stefan startled, but cleared his throat. "As Tyler said... Elena and I have had our ups and downs, but we're still going strong... and as much as I want to credit that solely to our love for each other, I have to give a lot of that credit to Damon."
Both Elena and Damon had identical expressions of shock on their faces.
Stefan noticed, but he felt he had to say his piece. For once, he could tell the truth about Damon, and give him the credit he deserved.
"After our mother died, Damon practically raised me, all the while keeping our father at bay, and he made many mistakes in finding his own way in the world without any guidance of his own, and as the righteous annoying little brother I am I made sure he was sometimes crawling up the walls fighting the urge to kill me." Damon rolled his eyes." But he has taught me the life lessons that hold the most value to me. He leads by example and while he's made some epic mistakes he's always bounced back stronger, and more importantly he's taught me to bounce back stronger, and fight for the things and the people that are important to me. He's never short of unappreciated jokes or sarcastic remarks -" a few people laughed, "But he's always come through for me, and for Elena, and we know we can count on him to slap us both upside the head and point us in the right direction. Without him we wouldn't be standing here now." Stefan knew very well that very few people knew that he meant that literally. They would be dead if it was not for him. "Love, strength and loyalty," he said and raised his glass for a toast.
Stefan turned to look at Damon while they toasted and was met by a curious pair of blue eyes.
"Speech Damon!" Jenna called gleefully from the back.
Damon shook his head and sought refuge with Tyler, who to his annoyance just smirked at him.
"Fine fine," Damon said, "Thank you Stefan, for your kind words," he said, "But to be honest, all this flattery makes me wonder what you set fire to this time-" Caroline giggled, knowing well why Stefan never lit up the fire place at the Boarding House. "Or if I'll find a fine selection of bottles missing," he smirked. "You are my little brother Stefan, and if there is anyone in the world I would always be there for when you need me, not matter how bad I want to kill you, it's you. Granted, we've come close on a few occasions, but we're still standing. We bump heads, give cold shoulders and fight over who gets the girl, the car and who gets which stereo, and which knuckle head left the oven on this morning -" he said pointedly. "Nursing bruises and our wounded pride from fallen chandeleers -"
"That was an accident -" Stefan piped up, making people laugh.
"And facing an angry father's wrath and vindictive psychopathic ex-girlfriends-" Damon continued, "-is what brothers do, but at the end of the day we're still brothers and I've still got your back." He smiled and raised his glass.