fic, the vampire diaries: pink lace and strange (Damon/Alaric), NC17
Title: pink lace and strange
Pairing: Damon/Alaric
Rating: NC17
Words: 871
Spoilers: none really. Set in late S1 I guess, but there's nothing mentioned.
Warnings: crossdressing.
Summary: the last thing Damon was expecting was to push down the fly on Alaric’s jeans and find panties.
A/N: originally written for miya_tenaka at the five acts exchange; the prompt was crossdressing. Title sort of stolen from Nirvana even if it's reworked. Btw, it's totally smut without any hint of plot.
Now, surprising Damon Salvatore is something that is very, very hard to accomplish.
And considering that right this moment Damon is barely managing to control his expression so that it doesn’t show that he’s impossibly close to shocked rather than surprised…
Well, he’ll have to let Alaric win this one. Damon always knew that the guy had potential, as long as he pulled the stick out of his ass and stopped hating on Damon for that whole pesky thing with Isobel (and damn, it was one of the few things Damon had done when he had been in perfectly good faith; teaches him doing things in good faith is rarely worth the hassle). And right, fine, Damon kind of likes him, if only because he’s one of the three people on the face of this planet who isn’t scared of punching him in the face and Damon can only appreciate that. Also, the occasional no-string-attached sex they’ve been having has been quite nice, all things considered. One thing Damon doesn’t need is attaching strings anywhere, and he’s done with girls below the age of twenty for the moment, thank you so fucking much.
Anyway, point is, the last thing Damon was expecting was to push down the fly on Alaric’s jeans and find panties.
Women’s panties. A bright pink. Very soft at the touch. And beneath them, Alaric is definitely interested. Right, he was interested before while they were grinding against each other, but since Damon found out, he definitely became more interested.
Damon’s lips part and he doesn’t say anything for three seconds before shutting his mouth again.
When he looks up, Alaric is smirking in a way that looks way too smug, and Stefan would say that Damon rubbed off on him, probably.
Okay, Damon is so not thinking about Stefan right this moment.
“I can’t believe it,” Alaric says, still sounding so satisfied that Damon kind of wants to punch him.
“You can’t believe what?”
“I shut you up. Took a damn long time to manage that,” he says, and then Damon figures that yes, this time he can’t score this one for himself.
Doesn’t mean he can’t take advantage of the situation.
“Alright, alright, this is all yours. I’ll admit defeat, for the moment. And I have to say, now this was a fucking brilliant idea,” he says, trying to conjure up the most seductive tone he can, and then pushes Alaric’s jeans down to have a better look.
Right. Pink panties. Synthetic cloth, but of the very comfortable kind. Absolutely soft when you touch them, and he has to admit that they really do Alaric’s ass a nice service.
“A really fucking brilliant idea,” he reiterates, his hand palming Alaric’s hardening cock, and from the way Alaric tries not to moan and hopelessly fails, Damon thinks that he might score one for himself after all.
“May I?” he asks, his voice mocking, and Alaric rolls his eyes.
“Since when did you fucking start having manners?”
“Touché,” Damon answers, and then winks at Alaric and drops to his knees, pushes the panties down enough to free Alaric’s dick (which is painfully hard by now) and takes it straight down his throat.
Awesome thing about being already dead: you can totally deep-throat someone for as long as you want. Alaric still tries not to moan too loud as Damon sucks him off, slow at first and faster later, his tongue swirling along the head once before two hands grip his hair and bring his face forward.
All the time, Damon keeps his hands on Alaric’s hips, gripping the panties on the side; when Alaric comes inside his mouth not really a long while later (and he isn’t trying not to show how much he liked it anymore), Damon calmly swallows everything and thinks that he’s pretty sure he can score one for himself.
He brings the panties up again and then palms Alaric’s cock again.
It twitches.
Even if Alaric just came, and that was hard. Damon feels very, very satisfied with himself.
“I think you should keep these,” he says, his teeth slightly grasping Alaric’s earlobe before he’s punched in his side.
“What the…”
“No teeth, damn you. And I wasn’t planning on asking you for permission to keep them,” Alaric replies before moving way too fast for someone just coming down from an orgasm. Then he slams Damon against the wall and kisses him hard and fast and messy, and Damon decides to let him. Not to mention that he kind of likes it when Alaric gets hot and bothered and kisses him like he’d like to kill him but he’s settling for the next best option.
Also, next time he’s at Elena’s he’s so taking a look in the underwear drawer and stealing a nice pair of panties for himself. First, it’d get her pissed and it’d get Stefan even more pissed, and he hasn’t tried to make his brother’s life miserable for a long time now, so he’s perfectly entitled to.
Second, he just wants to see Alaric’s face when he shows up wearing them, too.
Never say that Damon lets anyone managing to shock him get away with it without at least trying.
End.
Pairing: Damon/Alaric
Rating: NC17
Words: 871
Spoilers: none really. Set in late S1 I guess, but there's nothing mentioned.
Warnings: crossdressing.
Summary: the last thing Damon was expecting was to push down the fly on Alaric’s jeans and find panties.
A/N: originally written for miya_tenaka at the five acts exchange; the prompt was crossdressing. Title sort of stolen from Nirvana even if it's reworked. Btw, it's totally smut without any hint of plot.
Now, surprising Damon Salvatore is something that is very, very hard to accomplish.
And considering that right this moment Damon is barely managing to control his expression so that it doesn’t show that he’s impossibly close to shocked rather than surprised…
Well, he’ll have to let Alaric win this one. Damon always knew that the guy had potential, as long as he pulled the stick out of his ass and stopped hating on Damon for that whole pesky thing with Isobel (and damn, it was one of the few things Damon had done when he had been in perfectly good faith; teaches him doing things in good faith is rarely worth the hassle). And right, fine, Damon kind of likes him, if only because he’s one of the three people on the face of this planet who isn’t scared of punching him in the face and Damon can only appreciate that. Also, the occasional no-string-attached sex they’ve been having has been quite nice, all things considered. One thing Damon doesn’t need is attaching strings anywhere, and he’s done with girls below the age of twenty for the moment, thank you so fucking much.
Anyway, point is, the last thing Damon was expecting was to push down the fly on Alaric’s jeans and find panties.
Women’s panties. A bright pink. Very soft at the touch. And beneath them, Alaric is definitely interested. Right, he was interested before while they were grinding against each other, but since Damon found out, he definitely became more interested.
Damon’s lips part and he doesn’t say anything for three seconds before shutting his mouth again.
When he looks up, Alaric is smirking in a way that looks way too smug, and Stefan would say that Damon rubbed off on him, probably.
Okay, Damon is so not thinking about Stefan right this moment.
“I can’t believe it,” Alaric says, still sounding so satisfied that Damon kind of wants to punch him.
“You can’t believe what?”
“I shut you up. Took a damn long time to manage that,” he says, and then Damon figures that yes, this time he can’t score this one for himself.
Doesn’t mean he can’t take advantage of the situation.
“Alright, alright, this is all yours. I’ll admit defeat, for the moment. And I have to say, now this was a fucking brilliant idea,” he says, trying to conjure up the most seductive tone he can, and then pushes Alaric’s jeans down to have a better look.
Right. Pink panties. Synthetic cloth, but of the very comfortable kind. Absolutely soft when you touch them, and he has to admit that they really do Alaric’s ass a nice service.
“A really fucking brilliant idea,” he reiterates, his hand palming Alaric’s hardening cock, and from the way Alaric tries not to moan and hopelessly fails, Damon thinks that he might score one for himself after all.
“May I?” he asks, his voice mocking, and Alaric rolls his eyes.
“Since when did you fucking start having manners?”
“Touché,” Damon answers, and then winks at Alaric and drops to his knees, pushes the panties down enough to free Alaric’s dick (which is painfully hard by now) and takes it straight down his throat.
Awesome thing about being already dead: you can totally deep-throat someone for as long as you want. Alaric still tries not to moan too loud as Damon sucks him off, slow at first and faster later, his tongue swirling along the head once before two hands grip his hair and bring his face forward.
All the time, Damon keeps his hands on Alaric’s hips, gripping the panties on the side; when Alaric comes inside his mouth not really a long while later (and he isn’t trying not to show how much he liked it anymore), Damon calmly swallows everything and thinks that he’s pretty sure he can score one for himself.
He brings the panties up again and then palms Alaric’s cock again.
It twitches.
Even if Alaric just came, and that was hard. Damon feels very, very satisfied with himself.
“I think you should keep these,” he says, his teeth slightly grasping Alaric’s earlobe before he’s punched in his side.
“What the…”
“No teeth, damn you. And I wasn’t planning on asking you for permission to keep them,” Alaric replies before moving way too fast for someone just coming down from an orgasm. Then he slams Damon against the wall and kisses him hard and fast and messy, and Damon decides to let him. Not to mention that he kind of likes it when Alaric gets hot and bothered and kisses him like he’d like to kill him but he’s settling for the next best option.
Also, next time he’s at Elena’s he’s so taking a look in the underwear drawer and stealing a nice pair of panties for himself. First, it’d get her pissed and it’d get Stefan even more pissed, and he hasn’t tried to make his brother’s life miserable for a long time now, so he’s perfectly entitled to.
Second, he just wants to see Alaric’s face when he shows up wearing them, too.
Never say that Damon lets anyone managing to shock him get away with it without at least trying.
End.