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ellerkayTitle: Frienemies
Part: 3/5
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ellerkay
Pairing: Damon/Alaric
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,300
Disclaimer: All for fun, none for profit.
Spoilers: For this installment, spoilers through 2.1 "The Return." (Series overall contains spoilers through 2.3, "Bad Moon Rising.")
Warnings: Slash, a complete lack of plot
Summary: It's Damon and Alaric; they had to have angry!sex sometime. Takes place immediately after Part 2.
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***
Elena, who was normally engaged and participatory (in Alaric’s class, at least), was silent and tense that day. She practically ran out when the bell rang, and Alaric stopped Stefan, who was looking after her distractedly.
“Is everything okay?” Alaric asked him.
“Damon killed Jeremy last night,” Stefan said. Alaric’s eyes widened and he felt a flush spread across his neck.
“What are you talking about? Jeremy was in class this morning,” he said.
“John Gilbert gave Jeremy his ring before he left town,” Stefan explained.
“Did Damon know that?” He must have; he must have known.
Stefan shrugged.
“He might have seen it. He left before Jeremy came around again. I don’t even know where he went. He didn’t come in until early this morning.” Alaric’s temples were throbbing. Stefan looked towards the door. “I should go find Elena.”
Alaric nodded, barely listening anymore, and Stefan left the classroom quickly.
***
Alaric went through the rest of the day with a ringing in his ears. He stayed at school late, grading papers on autopilot. It was after seven when he finally packed up and returned to his apartment.
The door was locked, but the second he got inside he knew someone was there. Damon appeared in the doorway to the kitchen.
“Welcome home, lover,” he said, eyeing him. “I brought you dinner, but it’s cold now.”
“What are you doing here, Damon?” Alaric asked wearily, setting his keys down on the table by the door. “I told you – last night was a one-time deal.”
“Yeah, I heard you, Rick,” Damon replied, rolling his eyes.
“Then what are you doing here?” Alaric’s voice was sharp, and he could feel his anger rising. Damon blinked, straightening up.
“I brought dinner,” he repeated, attempting a smile, which quickly disappeared at Alaric’s expression. “I was bored.”
“What are you playing at?” Alaric asked angrily. “I thought I was perfectly clear last night.”
Damon frowned. “Fine,” he said. He disappeared into the living room for a split second, and when he reappeared he was shrugging into his leather jacket. “Spend the night brooding, alone. See if I care.”
“How do you know I don’t have plans?” Alaric demanded.
“Do you?”
“You didn’t bother to ask,” Alaric snapped. He shook his head. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Damon? You killed Jeremy last night – ”
“Oh, I see someone’s been snitching to the teacher,” Damon muttered.
“You killed Jeremy last night,” Alaric repeated. “And then you had the nerve to show up here, acting heartbroken – ”
“Did it never occur to you that I might have seen the giant, tacky ring on his finger?” Damon asked loudly.
“Did you?”
Damon was silent.
“Did you?” Alaric pressed.
“Yes,” Damon said. “No.” His tone was the same for both declarations, and he flashed a defiant look at Alaric. “Which answer allows you to keep this self-righteous indignation going?”
“Fuck you, Damon,” Alaric snarled, turning away. Damon was suddenly right in his face.
“That can be arranged,” he said, and he kissed Alaric savagely. Alaric shoved him away; when Damon came towards him again, Alaric punched him in the face.
Damon touched his cheek with a disbelieving expression; a bruise had blossomed and was disappearing just as quickly.
“All right, Rick,” he said admiringly. “I’m starting to respect you.”
Alaric found himself against the wall, his wrists pinned at ear level. Damon kissed him again, and Alaric was responding, half against his will. His body betrayed him; the sex had been so good, and the anger just made him burn hotter. When Damon released his arms, Alaric pushed him into the opposite wall, but instead of ordering him out, Alaric followed him, kissing him until his anger surged again and he bit Damon’s lip, hard.
Damon snarled and pushed Alaric back, eyes red. He advanced, herding Alaric towards the bedroom. Alaric felt a thrill of fear that wasn’t enough to quench his lust or his anger. It was enough to make him go where Damon wanted him to, though. In the doorway to the bedroom Damon grabbed him again, holding his arms behind his back and pressing up against him. He must have retracted his fangs, because the bite to his neck that Alaric received was painful enough to make him hiss, but didn’t pierce his skin. He remembered, then, that Alaric’s blood was poison.
Sucking on his neck seemed to have distracted the vampire, though, because his grip on Alaric’s wrists slackened a little. Alaric jerked one of his hands free and tore Damon’s button-down shirt open, clawing at Damon’s chest.
Damon abandoned Alaric’s throat and tore Alaric’s entire shirt off in one move that left the shirt in rags, then did the same with Alaric’s khaki pants and boxers. He half-shoved, half-threw Alaric onto the bed; Alaric rolled up to his knees while Damon stripped off his own clothes, unwilling to remain lying down and vulnerable. When Damon joined him on the bed, Alaric took advantage of the split second Damon was distracted by repositioning himself and tackled him, sitting on his hips and pinning his arms above his head.
“Well, Rick,” Damon said. “Now you’ve got me. What are you going to do with me?” His voice made Alaric even angrier, that obnoxious voice that still held a mocking tone, that was still so smooth after their fighting.
“You made me a promise,” Alaric said roughly, as he reached for the lube on his bedside table, because he felt like he had to say something. Damon didn’t reply, and a faraway part of his brain reminded Alaric that the vampire could have thrown him off anytime he wanted to. Alaric ignored it.
Alaric had to get off Damon to get into position. Damon didn’t move as Alaric slicked his cock.
“You heal fast, don’t you?” he asked. “Drink human blood, feel no pain, isn’t that the deal?”
“Pretty much,” Damon agreed, and his voice had lost its edge now, but Alaric was beyond caring. He slid into Damon in one stroke, amazed with that faraway place that it had been so easy. Damon inhaled sharply, but Alaric couldn’t tell whether it was pleasure or pain. As soon as he was out Alaric thrust in again, setting a punishing rhythm. He wanted to punish Damon, revenge Jeremy, and himself. They were both the victims of Damon’s cruelty and deception. They were all his victims – Isobel, Caroline, Stefan. The countless people Damon had killed. All of them. Alaric discovered that Damon moaned even louder when he was being fucked than when he was getting head.
When he wrapped a hand around Damon’s cock and stroked him roughly, the noises Damon made reached a new level of pleasure and need, so Alaric grit his teeth and pounded faster, harder. The sound of Damon’s cries as he came drowned out Alaric’s thoughts, screaming how stupid and wrong this was. Alaric followed seconds later. With his release the anger left his body and Alaric dropped onto the bed, limp and confused. He rolled onto his side, away from Damon, and they lay there for a few minutes in silence, not touching.
“You know what doesn’t seem to have occurred to anyone?” Damon said. “If I didn’t see the littlest Gilbert’s ring, doesn’t it seem like maybe, just maybe, I might have felt bad for killing him?”
Alaric didn’t know what to say, and for a long moment, the room was silent again. Finally Alaric started to roll over.
“Look, if you want to stay and eat – ” he started to say, but as he was speaking, there was a rustle and a draft of cool air, and by the time he’d rolled over completely, the window was open and Damon was gone.
***
Part 4
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Part: 3/5
Author:
ellerkayPairing: Damon/Alaric
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,300
Disclaimer: All for fun, none for profit.
Spoilers: For this installment, spoilers through 2.1 "The Return." (Series overall contains spoilers through 2.3, "Bad Moon Rising.")
Warnings: Slash, a complete lack of plot
Summary: It's Damon and Alaric; they had to have angry!sex sometime. Takes place immediately after Part 2.
Series masterlist
Crossposted to
tvd_fic, tvd_slash, and damon_alaric. Apologies to anyone who gets spammed.***
Elena, who was normally engaged and participatory (in Alaric’s class, at least), was silent and tense that day. She practically ran out when the bell rang, and Alaric stopped Stefan, who was looking after her distractedly.
“Is everything okay?” Alaric asked him.
“Damon killed Jeremy last night,” Stefan said. Alaric’s eyes widened and he felt a flush spread across his neck.
“What are you talking about? Jeremy was in class this morning,” he said.
“John Gilbert gave Jeremy his ring before he left town,” Stefan explained.
“Did Damon know that?” He must have; he must have known.
Stefan shrugged.
“He might have seen it. He left before Jeremy came around again. I don’t even know where he went. He didn’t come in until early this morning.” Alaric’s temples were throbbing. Stefan looked towards the door. “I should go find Elena.”
Alaric nodded, barely listening anymore, and Stefan left the classroom quickly.
***
Alaric went through the rest of the day with a ringing in his ears. He stayed at school late, grading papers on autopilot. It was after seven when he finally packed up and returned to his apartment.
The door was locked, but the second he got inside he knew someone was there. Damon appeared in the doorway to the kitchen.
“Welcome home, lover,” he said, eyeing him. “I brought you dinner, but it’s cold now.”
“What are you doing here, Damon?” Alaric asked wearily, setting his keys down on the table by the door. “I told you – last night was a one-time deal.”
“Yeah, I heard you, Rick,” Damon replied, rolling his eyes.
“Then what are you doing here?” Alaric’s voice was sharp, and he could feel his anger rising. Damon blinked, straightening up.
“I brought dinner,” he repeated, attempting a smile, which quickly disappeared at Alaric’s expression. “I was bored.”
“What are you playing at?” Alaric asked angrily. “I thought I was perfectly clear last night.”
Damon frowned. “Fine,” he said. He disappeared into the living room for a split second, and when he reappeared he was shrugging into his leather jacket. “Spend the night brooding, alone. See if I care.”
“How do you know I don’t have plans?” Alaric demanded.
“Do you?”
“You didn’t bother to ask,” Alaric snapped. He shook his head. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Damon? You killed Jeremy last night – ”
“Oh, I see someone’s been snitching to the teacher,” Damon muttered.
“You killed Jeremy last night,” Alaric repeated. “And then you had the nerve to show up here, acting heartbroken – ”
“Did it never occur to you that I might have seen the giant, tacky ring on his finger?” Damon asked loudly.
“Did you?”
Damon was silent.
“Did you?” Alaric pressed.
“Yes,” Damon said. “No.” His tone was the same for both declarations, and he flashed a defiant look at Alaric. “Which answer allows you to keep this self-righteous indignation going?”
“Fuck you, Damon,” Alaric snarled, turning away. Damon was suddenly right in his face.
“That can be arranged,” he said, and he kissed Alaric savagely. Alaric shoved him away; when Damon came towards him again, Alaric punched him in the face.
Damon touched his cheek with a disbelieving expression; a bruise had blossomed and was disappearing just as quickly.
“All right, Rick,” he said admiringly. “I’m starting to respect you.”
Alaric found himself against the wall, his wrists pinned at ear level. Damon kissed him again, and Alaric was responding, half against his will. His body betrayed him; the sex had been so good, and the anger just made him burn hotter. When Damon released his arms, Alaric pushed him into the opposite wall, but instead of ordering him out, Alaric followed him, kissing him until his anger surged again and he bit Damon’s lip, hard.
Damon snarled and pushed Alaric back, eyes red. He advanced, herding Alaric towards the bedroom. Alaric felt a thrill of fear that wasn’t enough to quench his lust or his anger. It was enough to make him go where Damon wanted him to, though. In the doorway to the bedroom Damon grabbed him again, holding his arms behind his back and pressing up against him. He must have retracted his fangs, because the bite to his neck that Alaric received was painful enough to make him hiss, but didn’t pierce his skin. He remembered, then, that Alaric’s blood was poison.
Sucking on his neck seemed to have distracted the vampire, though, because his grip on Alaric’s wrists slackened a little. Alaric jerked one of his hands free and tore Damon’s button-down shirt open, clawing at Damon’s chest.
Damon abandoned Alaric’s throat and tore Alaric’s entire shirt off in one move that left the shirt in rags, then did the same with Alaric’s khaki pants and boxers. He half-shoved, half-threw Alaric onto the bed; Alaric rolled up to his knees while Damon stripped off his own clothes, unwilling to remain lying down and vulnerable. When Damon joined him on the bed, Alaric took advantage of the split second Damon was distracted by repositioning himself and tackled him, sitting on his hips and pinning his arms above his head.
“Well, Rick,” Damon said. “Now you’ve got me. What are you going to do with me?” His voice made Alaric even angrier, that obnoxious voice that still held a mocking tone, that was still so smooth after their fighting.
“You made me a promise,” Alaric said roughly, as he reached for the lube on his bedside table, because he felt like he had to say something. Damon didn’t reply, and a faraway part of his brain reminded Alaric that the vampire could have thrown him off anytime he wanted to. Alaric ignored it.
Alaric had to get off Damon to get into position. Damon didn’t move as Alaric slicked his cock.
“You heal fast, don’t you?” he asked. “Drink human blood, feel no pain, isn’t that the deal?”
“Pretty much,” Damon agreed, and his voice had lost its edge now, but Alaric was beyond caring. He slid into Damon in one stroke, amazed with that faraway place that it had been so easy. Damon inhaled sharply, but Alaric couldn’t tell whether it was pleasure or pain. As soon as he was out Alaric thrust in again, setting a punishing rhythm. He wanted to punish Damon, revenge Jeremy, and himself. They were both the victims of Damon’s cruelty and deception. They were all his victims – Isobel, Caroline, Stefan. The countless people Damon had killed. All of them. Alaric discovered that Damon moaned even louder when he was being fucked than when he was getting head.
When he wrapped a hand around Damon’s cock and stroked him roughly, the noises Damon made reached a new level of pleasure and need, so Alaric grit his teeth and pounded faster, harder. The sound of Damon’s cries as he came drowned out Alaric’s thoughts, screaming how stupid and wrong this was. Alaric followed seconds later. With his release the anger left his body and Alaric dropped onto the bed, limp and confused. He rolled onto his side, away from Damon, and they lay there for a few minutes in silence, not touching.
“You know what doesn’t seem to have occurred to anyone?” Damon said. “If I didn’t see the littlest Gilbert’s ring, doesn’t it seem like maybe, just maybe, I might have felt bad for killing him?”
Alaric didn’t know what to say, and for a long moment, the room was silent again. Finally Alaric started to roll over.
“Look, if you want to stay and eat – ” he started to say, but as he was speaking, there was a rustle and a draft of cool air, and by the time he’d rolled over completely, the window was open and Damon was gone.
***
Part 4
SHAMELESS SELF-PROMOTION: I'm reviewing The Vampire Diaries over at Affairs Magazine. Find my review for the most recent episode here (and you can find all the reviews under The Vampire Diaries tag at the bottom of the page). I'd be delighted if anyone wanted to check it out.
