Damon/Alaric Fic: Crawling Back To You, Chapter 2
Title: Crawling Back To You
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Damon/Alaric
Rating: PG-13
Genre: angst, romance
Spoilers: season 3, episode 20
Words: 1500ish
Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries, nor the lyrics used in the title, "Crawling Back To You" by Daughtry
Summary: Alternate version of events after the end of 3x20.
A/N: Why is time flying by so fast?! It's been a month since I last posted. Well, I hope to post the next chapter more quickly, but you never know what life can throw at you next so...
I hope you'll enjoy the reading!
“Hey, Ric…” He called in a sing-song voice as he entered Alaric’s apartment. The man in question was sitting on the couch going over a pile of papers, a glass of bourbon in his hand.
“Damon.” Though Alaric’s expression didn’t change much, his whole face lit up as soon as he laid his eyes on the familiar presence.
“Still drinking that crap? But… no need to worry. That’s why I’m here.” He winked, waving a bottle of expensive liquid as the sound of Ric’s laughter filled his ears and overpowered his senses. He relished the feeling.
“Exactly what I need.” Damon approached at a leisurely pace and took the glass from Ric’s hand, giving him the bottle in turn. He tasted the bourbon from the glass and, setting it on the table, wrinkled his nose.
“This one is worse than last time.” He lay down on the couch draping his legs over Ric’s lap and watched him taking a sip from the bottle. First, he closed his eyes and tipped his head slightly backward, then moaned as the high quality liquid burned its way down his throat.
“Oh yes, I needed this.” It brought a smile on Damon’s face. “You’re staring, Damon.”
“Is it forbidden?” he returned, raising an eyebrow in question.
Alaric cocked his head to the side, “You look good today.” he said softly with a strange, contemplative expression and that irresistible curve of his lips.
“Don’t I always?” Damon asked, as smug as ever.
Ric laughed shaking his head and set the bottle on the floor. He rearranged Damon’s legs slightly so that he could crawl on top of him until their faces were a breath apart. A mischievous smirk adorned Ric’s features as he slowly leaned down. The soft pair brushed against his neck sending shivers down his spine and then the teeth bit lightly, teasingly into his skin. Damon gasped at the unexpected gesture, fire rushing down between his legs, and then chuckled, his fingers mussing the light brown strands.
“Damon…” a gust of hot breath caressed his slightly cooler skin. Ric moved back just enough so that they could look at each other properly, his expression serious, pained even. There was such a strong desperation in his eyes, as if there was so much he wanted to say but couldn’t or just didn’t know how. So when the words left his mouth and his voice cracked, they contained all the hidden meanings that one would never think such a simple statement could hold.
“I want you.”
o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o
Damon woke up with a startle. An empty room. Completely alone.
A dream? Oh, he remembered that day with Ric. It had been just before they had found out about Ric’s alter ego. The last time they had slept together. The last time Ric had whispered “I want you” and Damon let him have his way with him, let him do whatever he wished.
A dream. What else could it be? He let a humourless chuckle bubble to the surface. It seemed he was always left with dreams in the end. Nothing tangible, nothing he was able to grasp and clutch and sink his fangs into so that it would just remain near; he was never given the opportunity to let everything inside of him overflow, to give it, to pour it out so that the other person could drown in the bliss of all of it with him. But no, there was no one to take it, want it, shield it… And how long could one go on like that? A hundred years? A thousand years? Surely not for long anymore. Soon enough, he would combust and dissipate until there was nothing left of him.
“Damon!” Brought out of his thoughts, he could hear Elena’s hysterical shouts from the outside before she burst into the house. “Damon!” In less than a second, he was downstairs, gripping her elbows to steady her as apprehension crawled under his skin. “Damon, you must do something... He has them!”
He swallowed heavily. “Come here.” This ought to be epic in a horrible way. Half dragging her to the sofa, he made her sit down, resting his palms on her shoulders. “First calm down…” his voice was reassuring and even, reflecting nothing of the storm he felt coiling in the pit of his stomach, “…then tell me what happened. From the beginning.”
She swallowed hard, giving a frantic nod. “They made a plan. A plan to k…” she stopped then continued slowly, obviously choosing her words more carefully, “…catch Ric and…”
“They?”
“Klaus and Stefan.” Apologetically, she looked him straight in the eyes for the first time since she arrived, “Caroline and Bonnie helped them.” Disbelief widened his eyes and he opened his mouth, then closed them again, frowning. Now was not the time to throw a tantrum for giving him such a low blow, especially when it concerned Ric.
“Go on.” he said, his voice constrained and jaw stiff. This whole matter was already starting to leave a bad taste in his mouth.
“I’m sorry, Damon. We…”
“Save it.” She flinched so he added a bit softer, “It seems we don’t have time for it, do we?” because it was still Elena.
Swallowing hard, she looked away. “Caroline was supposed to be the bait. Klaus, always so sure of himself, didn’t leave any room for discussion, saying that there’s no way he couldn’t protect her. Caroline also insisted that she wanted to do it and that she would be fine and…We didn’t see any other option. They thought they could lure him into a trap because Ric would probably try to use her to get to Klaus. Well… they underestimated him!”
“Go figure.” He interjected dryly.
Her eyes, a mix of fury and panic, turned to Damon again, her voice growing louder and angrier with each word, “It was stupid to think anyone could beat Alaric in his own game. He figured out what we were doing… It was such a mess…” then dropping to an almost inaudible whisper as she buried her face in her palms, shaking slightly.
“Elena. Focus.” Grip on her shoulders tightened.
“It all happened so quickly! He took Caroline with him. He… He took Stefan.” When she looked up, tears were rolling down her cheeks.
“Both of them? All by himself?” That did surprise him. Could he be powerful to such an extent? It seemed surreal, considering they also had another Original and a witch on their side.
“I… I don’t know…” Her breath hitched. She wiped the tears with the back of her hand as new ones trailed the path that the former left. “He probably used arrows coated with vervain. Even Klaus isn’t completely sure. He was just too fast. Unpredictable. He just… appeared out of nowhere and… snatched them.”
“Okay, this is what we’re going to do. You will calm down and go home.” She opened her mouth immediately to protest but didn’t get a chance. “For once in your life, Elena, take a good advice and do not go out. I’ll call Jeremy to make sure you stay there. Come on, I’ll drive you.” Heading toward the front door, he stopped abruptly and turned around to look at her. “One more thing… Why did you come to me, Elena? If I remember well, you all excluded me from your oh-so-great plan which didn’t turn out so great in the end.” He couldn’t bite back a bitter remark after all.
“They’re planning an attack.” She spoke softly, guilt lacing the words. “Klaus gathered some vampires, hybrids… Bonnie is there as well. He went crazy because Alaric took Caroline. I… I snuck out.”
She didn’t need to put it into words; it was obvious he wasn’t supposed to know any of it, even now. They considered him a liability, but he never gave a passing thought to any of them unless it directly affected him. What stung, although he would never admit it, was Stefan’s involvement in all of it which felt like a betrayal. The things between them have taken a different, less jumpy, road over the last couple of months. Better than anyone else, Stefan seemed to have an understanding of the extent to which the ordeal with Ric usurped his life, even though Damon had never uttered a word about it. Nevertheless, he pushed the feeling down, let it be suffocated, or at least subdued, under a more pressing matter - Ric.
Letting out a shaky breath, a fresh tear rolled down Elena’s face. “Damon, you’re the only one I can trust who will also think about all the people I care about.” Oh, so this was about Stefan. She wasn’t convinced Klaus would pay any heed to the casualties to get what he wanted and, in this case, what he wanted was Caroline.
“Fine. Let’s go.”
“What about you?” Stopping him once more, she rushed to catch up with him. “What’re you going to do?”
“I’ll bring them back.”
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Damon/Alaric
Rating: PG-13
Genre: angst, romance
Spoilers: season 3, episode 20
Words: 1500ish
Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries, nor the lyrics used in the title, "Crawling Back To You" by Daughtry
Summary: Alternate version of events after the end of 3x20.
A/N: Why is time flying by so fast?! It's been a month since I last posted. Well, I hope to post the next chapter more quickly, but you never know what life can throw at you next so...
I hope you'll enjoy the reading!
“Hey, Ric…” He called in a sing-song voice as he entered Alaric’s apartment. The man in question was sitting on the couch going over a pile of papers, a glass of bourbon in his hand.
“Damon.” Though Alaric’s expression didn’t change much, his whole face lit up as soon as he laid his eyes on the familiar presence.
“Still drinking that crap? But… no need to worry. That’s why I’m here.” He winked, waving a bottle of expensive liquid as the sound of Ric’s laughter filled his ears and overpowered his senses. He relished the feeling.
“Exactly what I need.” Damon approached at a leisurely pace and took the glass from Ric’s hand, giving him the bottle in turn. He tasted the bourbon from the glass and, setting it on the table, wrinkled his nose.
“This one is worse than last time.” He lay down on the couch draping his legs over Ric’s lap and watched him taking a sip from the bottle. First, he closed his eyes and tipped his head slightly backward, then moaned as the high quality liquid burned its way down his throat.
“Oh yes, I needed this.” It brought a smile on Damon’s face. “You’re staring, Damon.”
“Is it forbidden?” he returned, raising an eyebrow in question.
Alaric cocked his head to the side, “You look good today.” he said softly with a strange, contemplative expression and that irresistible curve of his lips.
“Don’t I always?” Damon asked, as smug as ever.
Ric laughed shaking his head and set the bottle on the floor. He rearranged Damon’s legs slightly so that he could crawl on top of him until their faces were a breath apart. A mischievous smirk adorned Ric’s features as he slowly leaned down. The soft pair brushed against his neck sending shivers down his spine and then the teeth bit lightly, teasingly into his skin. Damon gasped at the unexpected gesture, fire rushing down between his legs, and then chuckled, his fingers mussing the light brown strands.
“Damon…” a gust of hot breath caressed his slightly cooler skin. Ric moved back just enough so that they could look at each other properly, his expression serious, pained even. There was such a strong desperation in his eyes, as if there was so much he wanted to say but couldn’t or just didn’t know how. So when the words left his mouth and his voice cracked, they contained all the hidden meanings that one would never think such a simple statement could hold.
“I want you.”
o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o
Damon woke up with a startle. An empty room. Completely alone.
A dream? Oh, he remembered that day with Ric. It had been just before they had found out about Ric’s alter ego. The last time they had slept together. The last time Ric had whispered “I want you” and Damon let him have his way with him, let him do whatever he wished.
A dream. What else could it be? He let a humourless chuckle bubble to the surface. It seemed he was always left with dreams in the end. Nothing tangible, nothing he was able to grasp and clutch and sink his fangs into so that it would just remain near; he was never given the opportunity to let everything inside of him overflow, to give it, to pour it out so that the other person could drown in the bliss of all of it with him. But no, there was no one to take it, want it, shield it… And how long could one go on like that? A hundred years? A thousand years? Surely not for long anymore. Soon enough, he would combust and dissipate until there was nothing left of him.
“Damon!” Brought out of his thoughts, he could hear Elena’s hysterical shouts from the outside before she burst into the house. “Damon!” In less than a second, he was downstairs, gripping her elbows to steady her as apprehension crawled under his skin. “Damon, you must do something... He has them!”
He swallowed heavily. “Come here.” This ought to be epic in a horrible way. Half dragging her to the sofa, he made her sit down, resting his palms on her shoulders. “First calm down…” his voice was reassuring and even, reflecting nothing of the storm he felt coiling in the pit of his stomach, “…then tell me what happened. From the beginning.”
She swallowed hard, giving a frantic nod. “They made a plan. A plan to k…” she stopped then continued slowly, obviously choosing her words more carefully, “…catch Ric and…”
“They?”
“Klaus and Stefan.” Apologetically, she looked him straight in the eyes for the first time since she arrived, “Caroline and Bonnie helped them.” Disbelief widened his eyes and he opened his mouth, then closed them again, frowning. Now was not the time to throw a tantrum for giving him such a low blow, especially when it concerned Ric.
“Go on.” he said, his voice constrained and jaw stiff. This whole matter was already starting to leave a bad taste in his mouth.
“I’m sorry, Damon. We…”
“Save it.” She flinched so he added a bit softer, “It seems we don’t have time for it, do we?” because it was still Elena.
Swallowing hard, she looked away. “Caroline was supposed to be the bait. Klaus, always so sure of himself, didn’t leave any room for discussion, saying that there’s no way he couldn’t protect her. Caroline also insisted that she wanted to do it and that she would be fine and…We didn’t see any other option. They thought they could lure him into a trap because Ric would probably try to use her to get to Klaus. Well… they underestimated him!”
“Go figure.” He interjected dryly.
Her eyes, a mix of fury and panic, turned to Damon again, her voice growing louder and angrier with each word, “It was stupid to think anyone could beat Alaric in his own game. He figured out what we were doing… It was such a mess…” then dropping to an almost inaudible whisper as she buried her face in her palms, shaking slightly.
“Elena. Focus.” Grip on her shoulders tightened.
“It all happened so quickly! He took Caroline with him. He… He took Stefan.” When she looked up, tears were rolling down her cheeks.
“Both of them? All by himself?” That did surprise him. Could he be powerful to such an extent? It seemed surreal, considering they also had another Original and a witch on their side.
“I… I don’t know…” Her breath hitched. She wiped the tears with the back of her hand as new ones trailed the path that the former left. “He probably used arrows coated with vervain. Even Klaus isn’t completely sure. He was just too fast. Unpredictable. He just… appeared out of nowhere and… snatched them.”
“Okay, this is what we’re going to do. You will calm down and go home.” She opened her mouth immediately to protest but didn’t get a chance. “For once in your life, Elena, take a good advice and do not go out. I’ll call Jeremy to make sure you stay there. Come on, I’ll drive you.” Heading toward the front door, he stopped abruptly and turned around to look at her. “One more thing… Why did you come to me, Elena? If I remember well, you all excluded me from your oh-so-great plan which didn’t turn out so great in the end.” He couldn’t bite back a bitter remark after all.
“They’re planning an attack.” She spoke softly, guilt lacing the words. “Klaus gathered some vampires, hybrids… Bonnie is there as well. He went crazy because Alaric took Caroline. I… I snuck out.”
She didn’t need to put it into words; it was obvious he wasn’t supposed to know any of it, even now. They considered him a liability, but he never gave a passing thought to any of them unless it directly affected him. What stung, although he would never admit it, was Stefan’s involvement in all of it which felt like a betrayal. The things between them have taken a different, less jumpy, road over the last couple of months. Better than anyone else, Stefan seemed to have an understanding of the extent to which the ordeal with Ric usurped his life, even though Damon had never uttered a word about it. Nevertheless, he pushed the feeling down, let it be suffocated, or at least subdued, under a more pressing matter - Ric.
Letting out a shaky breath, a fresh tear rolled down Elena’s face. “Damon, you’re the only one I can trust who will also think about all the people I care about.” Oh, so this was about Stefan. She wasn’t convinced Klaus would pay any heed to the casualties to get what he wanted and, in this case, what he wanted was Caroline.
“Fine. Let’s go.”
“What about you?” Stopping him once more, she rushed to catch up with him. “What’re you going to do?”
“I’ll bring them back.”