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Title: Poison lips, the one you kiss
Recipient: lady_dragoncrow
Author: Anon
Fandom: Vampire Diaries
Characters/Pairings: Damon Salvatore/Alaric Saltzman
Spoilers: Up to season 2
Rating: M (ish)
Word Count: 1655
Warnings:
Summary: Alaric needs closure on his wife’s murder, and Damon longs for his forgiveness.
Author's Notes: Hope you like it J
“You know Damon, you can be a real dick.” Alaric sat himself down onto the armchair opposite Damon, clutching the bourbon he had been given.
“Well yes, but I’m really trying here.”
Alaric smiled, nodding in mock begrudgment. “I know, I know. And I know I said I was done, moved on…over it… I just, I still can’t get that image out of my mind. I know she wanted it, but she was my wife. I just…” He trailed off, almost embarrassed that he had opened up so quickly. Something about Damon just made him talk. Maybe it was the way he listened even while pretending not to care. Or maybe it was the amount of alcohol they seemed to consume together.
“What?” Damon prompted, sounding softer than he usually did.
“I don’t understand, why she wanted it, why our life wasn’t enough for her. I don’t know what was going on in her head.”
“Well she never said anything to me, all I know is, she asked and I delivered.”
Alaric paused, downing the last of his tumbler and reaching for the carafe to refill. “Tell me how it happened,”
“ I don’t think this is a road we want to go down, Ric, not when we’re getting along so well.”
Uncomfortable with the silence that followed, Damon sighed. “I liked her, I didn’t realise it at the time but it’s probably because she reminded me of Katherine so much. Guess it’s more than just visual doppelgangers that run in that family. We’d had a few drinks, and she was getting very flirty.”
“Yes, let’s skip over the part where you slept with my wife, shall we?” Alaric cut him off.
Damon rolled his eyes, “Fine, but in my defense, I didn’t know she was married.”
“Like it would have stopped you,” Alaric snorted.
Grinning, he continued.
“Well, ok…well afterwards, she told me she knew I was a vampire. I knew, that she knew, but I didn’t let on. That’s when she asked me.” He trailed off, sipping his drink as Alaric stood, an anxious look on his face.
“To make her a vampire.” He looked at Damon for confirmation.
“Yes. I told her no at first, but she begged me. She knew what she was getting in for, and she wanted it. She told me she wanted to be with me, to be together as vampires.”
Alaric stood up, beginning to pace. “She wanted to leave me for you?”
“I tried to say no,” he continued, ignoring his friend’s question. “I tried to leave but she was so persuasive, she knew exactly what to say. Just like Katherine.”
Frowning, Alaric shook his head, that was not how he remembered her. “Then what?” he questioned, accusingly.
Damon stood, swinging his glass between his fingers. This was the make or break moment, this was the moment that could make his newfound friend hate him. Looking straight into his eyes, he replied. “Then I bit her.”
After a moment, Alaric broke his gaze, looking down. “Did she like it?” he asked, quietly.
“Well, it’s always good when I do it,” Damon quipped in return, flashing his trademark eye-smirk.
Usually a Damon brand witticism would break the tension, but it was only returned with renewed earnest, “Please, Damon.”
There was no getting round this; he had to explain it all, if he hoped to get Alaric’s forgiveness. Surprisingly, he realised he wanted his friend to have closure, to help him heal. It had been a long time since Damon had actually wanted to help someone.
He moved closer, surprised at how light-headed he felt, alcohol didn’t usually affect him this quickly. “If you care about each other, or at least are attracted to each other…it can feel incredible. For both of you.”
The men were but a foot apart now. “Does it hurt?” His voice overly strong, as if hiding a tremble.
“It’s a good kind of pain.” Damon noted his use of the present tense.
“Where did you bite her?”
Slowly reaching out with his hand, he grazed it along the human’s skin, “Her neck. It’s tradition after all.”
“She did love tradition. Is that why you bit her? You didn’t need to to turn her.”
“No, but sharing blood, it forges a connection. When you feel something for someone, it’s an urge a vampire gets, it’s hard to resist.”
“Show me,” Alaric spoke, softly but determinedly.
He didn’t need any more urging, trying to contain himself he closed the small gap between them, his face changing as he tilted his head. With his hand placed gently on the back of Alaric’s head, he bit down and began drinking, greedily drinking. His prey groaned as the blood began to flow from him, a strange feeling bubbled up in him, it wasn’t quite lust, it almost felt like falling in love.
“Why does it feel…is this a trick? Part of the vampire magic?” He whispered with a note of concern.
The vampire extracted his teeth from his partner, “that’s the feeling, the connection. If there’s something there in the first place.” he replied, half-confused, half-soothing.
“Don’t stop. Please, Damon.”
He bowed back to the neck, resuming his suckling while pulling off Ric’s jacket. He needed more, he wanted more and Alaric took the cue, helping him then straining his neck more, curling his head round and using his free hand to pull back his t-shirt. Blood trickled down towards his chest and Damon moved down to slowly lick it off, pulling the tee down for more flesh. It ripped, his strength getting away from him he grinned up at his partner, ripping the rest of the shirt off until he was bare-chested in front of him. As he licked back up to the neck, biting down again, Alaric felt the flutter again, but stronger, filled with more lust this time. He felt himself harden and he let out another moan as he felt his blood flow faster into Damon’s mouth.
Relenting, Damon moved his head away only to be met with another moan. “Please, don’t stop.”
“I have to Ric, I’ve taken so much.” He leant forward, touching his forehead to the man in his embrace.
“Is that how it happened with Isobel?”
“She told me to stop, she said it was enough. She wanted to taste me now.” He paused, trying to phrase what he had to say without sounding like he was still back there with her, “You should do the same, I have to heal you.”
“You want me to drink your blood?”
“Don’t you want to?” He replied, slightly hurt but most still in the haze of drinking blood from a man he was realising he was starting to have feelings for. Whether those feelings were just desire or something more, he did not want to stop to consider.
“I’m not Isobel; I don’t want to be a vampire.”
“Then you had better not die.”
They finally separated, panting. “I do want to drink your blood, I don’t know why, but I do.”
“Because it will heal you?”
“I don’t think that’s why.” The corner of Alaric’s mouth turned down in confusion but his eyes were still locked to Damon’s, following his gaze down as Damon ripped his wrist open with his tooth.
Moving behind him, he wrapped his arm around Alaric and brought his wrist up, letting Alaric grab it and bring it to his lips himself. Hesitant at first, he began to hungrily consume him, pausing only to lick overspill that threatened to drop on the expensive carpet.
Damon brought his other arm around, wrapping it around Alaric’s waist, slowly caressing him without realising it. Finally, Alaric lowered the arm from his mouth, leaning back into Damon.
“I think I understand. Being with a vampire, it’s…powerful.” He looked into the fire roaring by the side. Damon had hope this would happen, that if they shared this, something that humans cannot share, that Alaric would begin to realise, how he felt with Isobel, why Isobel would want to turn. Why Damon did it.
He leaned forward and licked the side of Alaric’s neck. “Round two?”
Alaric turned around, looking him in the eye. “Definitely,” he leaned forward and kissed Damon, almost like an impulse, and Damon returned it with fervour immediately, it felt so natural.
Wrapping their arms around each other, they continued until Damon pulled back, kissing down Alaric’s neck and across his collarbones, stopping just above them. Looking up at his partner for confirmation, he received the urgent nod and bit down, devouring Alaric once again. Reaching forward, Alaric grabbed Damon’s wrist, and bit down into the healing wounds, rebreaking the skin. Damon extracted his teeth to gasp at the feeling before biting back down, reaching his other hand round to grab at Alaric’s, their fingers intertwined as they consumed each other simultaneously. They devoured each other more and more furiously, pausing only to gulp down breaths and lick up overspill, their urgency increasing.
Pushing Alaric towards the sofa, they lowered themselves, only breaking contact once they reached their destination. Damon rolled off from Alaric, spent, leaning forward to lick the blood from his chest and sighing.
After a long but comfortable silence, Alaric turned to his partner, “What happened, after she drank your blood?”
“I snapped her neck, and left. I knew staying was a bad idea, and not just because of your interruption. I had given her what she wanted; I knew she was just using me for it.”
“How do you know?”
“Because when you exchange blood like that, you know if both sides are into it. It feels like…like,” he rolled over, nuzzling Ric’s cheek and planting a kiss on him. “It feels like this.”
After another long pause, Damon looked up into Alaric’s eyes. “Do you forgive me?”
“Yes.”
With that, Damon closed his eyes, sleeping more soundly than he thought he could.
Recipient: lady_dragoncrow
Author: Anon
Fandom: Vampire Diaries
Characters/Pairings: Damon Salvatore/Alaric Saltzman
Spoilers: Up to season 2
Rating: M (ish)
Word Count: 1655
Warnings:
Summary: Alaric needs closure on his wife’s murder, and Damon longs for his forgiveness.
Author's Notes: Hope you like it J
“You know Damon, you can be a real dick.” Alaric sat himself down onto the armchair opposite Damon, clutching the bourbon he had been given.
“Well yes, but I’m really trying here.”
Alaric smiled, nodding in mock begrudgment. “I know, I know. And I know I said I was done, moved on…over it… I just, I still can’t get that image out of my mind. I know she wanted it, but she was my wife. I just…” He trailed off, almost embarrassed that he had opened up so quickly. Something about Damon just made him talk. Maybe it was the way he listened even while pretending not to care. Or maybe it was the amount of alcohol they seemed to consume together.
“What?” Damon prompted, sounding softer than he usually did.
“I don’t understand, why she wanted it, why our life wasn’t enough for her. I don’t know what was going on in her head.”
“Well she never said anything to me, all I know is, she asked and I delivered.”
Alaric paused, downing the last of his tumbler and reaching for the carafe to refill. “Tell me how it happened,”
“ I don’t think this is a road we want to go down, Ric, not when we’re getting along so well.”
Uncomfortable with the silence that followed, Damon sighed. “I liked her, I didn’t realise it at the time but it’s probably because she reminded me of Katherine so much. Guess it’s more than just visual doppelgangers that run in that family. We’d had a few drinks, and she was getting very flirty.”
“Yes, let’s skip over the part where you slept with my wife, shall we?” Alaric cut him off.
Damon rolled his eyes, “Fine, but in my defense, I didn’t know she was married.”
“Like it would have stopped you,” Alaric snorted.
Grinning, he continued.
“Well, ok…well afterwards, she told me she knew I was a vampire. I knew, that she knew, but I didn’t let on. That’s when she asked me.” He trailed off, sipping his drink as Alaric stood, an anxious look on his face.
“To make her a vampire.” He looked at Damon for confirmation.
“Yes. I told her no at first, but she begged me. She knew what she was getting in for, and she wanted it. She told me she wanted to be with me, to be together as vampires.”
Alaric stood up, beginning to pace. “She wanted to leave me for you?”
“I tried to say no,” he continued, ignoring his friend’s question. “I tried to leave but she was so persuasive, she knew exactly what to say. Just like Katherine.”
Frowning, Alaric shook his head, that was not how he remembered her. “Then what?” he questioned, accusingly.
Damon stood, swinging his glass between his fingers. This was the make or break moment, this was the moment that could make his newfound friend hate him. Looking straight into his eyes, he replied. “Then I bit her.”
After a moment, Alaric broke his gaze, looking down. “Did she like it?” he asked, quietly.
“Well, it’s always good when I do it,” Damon quipped in return, flashing his trademark eye-smirk.
Usually a Damon brand witticism would break the tension, but it was only returned with renewed earnest, “Please, Damon.”
There was no getting round this; he had to explain it all, if he hoped to get Alaric’s forgiveness. Surprisingly, he realised he wanted his friend to have closure, to help him heal. It had been a long time since Damon had actually wanted to help someone.
He moved closer, surprised at how light-headed he felt, alcohol didn’t usually affect him this quickly. “If you care about each other, or at least are attracted to each other…it can feel incredible. For both of you.”
The men were but a foot apart now. “Does it hurt?” His voice overly strong, as if hiding a tremble.
“It’s a good kind of pain.” Damon noted his use of the present tense.
“Where did you bite her?”
Slowly reaching out with his hand, he grazed it along the human’s skin, “Her neck. It’s tradition after all.”
“She did love tradition. Is that why you bit her? You didn’t need to to turn her.”
“No, but sharing blood, it forges a connection. When you feel something for someone, it’s an urge a vampire gets, it’s hard to resist.”
“Show me,” Alaric spoke, softly but determinedly.
He didn’t need any more urging, trying to contain himself he closed the small gap between them, his face changing as he tilted his head. With his hand placed gently on the back of Alaric’s head, he bit down and began drinking, greedily drinking. His prey groaned as the blood began to flow from him, a strange feeling bubbled up in him, it wasn’t quite lust, it almost felt like falling in love.
“Why does it feel…is this a trick? Part of the vampire magic?” He whispered with a note of concern.
The vampire extracted his teeth from his partner, “that’s the feeling, the connection. If there’s something there in the first place.” he replied, half-confused, half-soothing.
“Don’t stop. Please, Damon.”
He bowed back to the neck, resuming his suckling while pulling off Ric’s jacket. He needed more, he wanted more and Alaric took the cue, helping him then straining his neck more, curling his head round and using his free hand to pull back his t-shirt. Blood trickled down towards his chest and Damon moved down to slowly lick it off, pulling the tee down for more flesh. It ripped, his strength getting away from him he grinned up at his partner, ripping the rest of the shirt off until he was bare-chested in front of him. As he licked back up to the neck, biting down again, Alaric felt the flutter again, but stronger, filled with more lust this time. He felt himself harden and he let out another moan as he felt his blood flow faster into Damon’s mouth.
Relenting, Damon moved his head away only to be met with another moan. “Please, don’t stop.”
“I have to Ric, I’ve taken so much.” He leant forward, touching his forehead to the man in his embrace.
“Is that how it happened with Isobel?”
“She told me to stop, she said it was enough. She wanted to taste me now.” He paused, trying to phrase what he had to say without sounding like he was still back there with her, “You should do the same, I have to heal you.”
“You want me to drink your blood?”
“Don’t you want to?” He replied, slightly hurt but most still in the haze of drinking blood from a man he was realising he was starting to have feelings for. Whether those feelings were just desire or something more, he did not want to stop to consider.
“I’m not Isobel; I don’t want to be a vampire.”
“Then you had better not die.”
They finally separated, panting. “I do want to drink your blood, I don’t know why, but I do.”
“Because it will heal you?”
“I don’t think that’s why.” The corner of Alaric’s mouth turned down in confusion but his eyes were still locked to Damon’s, following his gaze down as Damon ripped his wrist open with his tooth.
Moving behind him, he wrapped his arm around Alaric and brought his wrist up, letting Alaric grab it and bring it to his lips himself. Hesitant at first, he began to hungrily consume him, pausing only to lick overspill that threatened to drop on the expensive carpet.
Damon brought his other arm around, wrapping it around Alaric’s waist, slowly caressing him without realising it. Finally, Alaric lowered the arm from his mouth, leaning back into Damon.
“I think I understand. Being with a vampire, it’s…powerful.” He looked into the fire roaring by the side. Damon had hope this would happen, that if they shared this, something that humans cannot share, that Alaric would begin to realise, how he felt with Isobel, why Isobel would want to turn. Why Damon did it.
He leaned forward and licked the side of Alaric’s neck. “Round two?”
Alaric turned around, looking him in the eye. “Definitely,” he leaned forward and kissed Damon, almost like an impulse, and Damon returned it with fervour immediately, it felt so natural.
Wrapping their arms around each other, they continued until Damon pulled back, kissing down Alaric’s neck and across his collarbones, stopping just above them. Looking up at his partner for confirmation, he received the urgent nod and bit down, devouring Alaric once again. Reaching forward, Alaric grabbed Damon’s wrist, and bit down into the healing wounds, rebreaking the skin. Damon extracted his teeth to gasp at the feeling before biting back down, reaching his other hand round to grab at Alaric’s, their fingers intertwined as they consumed each other simultaneously. They devoured each other more and more furiously, pausing only to gulp down breaths and lick up overspill, their urgency increasing.
Pushing Alaric towards the sofa, they lowered themselves, only breaking contact once they reached their destination. Damon rolled off from Alaric, spent, leaning forward to lick the blood from his chest and sighing.
After a long but comfortable silence, Alaric turned to his partner, “What happened, after she drank your blood?”
“I snapped her neck, and left. I knew staying was a bad idea, and not just because of your interruption. I had given her what she wanted; I knew she was just using me for it.”
“How do you know?”
“Because when you exchange blood like that, you know if both sides are into it. It feels like…like,” he rolled over, nuzzling Ric’s cheek and planting a kiss on him. “It feels like this.”
After another long pause, Damon looked up into Alaric’s eyes. “Do you forgive me?”
“Yes.”
With that, Damon closed his eyes, sleeping more soundly than he thought he could.