Coming Home: Damon/Wylie: harshboldcharm

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Damon was hunting before they left, the primal nature within him that called to his home calling as he prowled the estate. His mouth dripping blood and his shirt torn in letting the foolish creatues and animals loose more often than his power could overcome indicated he had enjoyed it. But when he pounced against his husband's back as he came out

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Damon was hunting. Wylie already had. He'd slipped out alone sometime the night before and though he knew he should feed often, animal sounded... unappealing. His husband was of course in a cheerful mood, bounding around the property and when he launched himself at Wylie's back, the younger vampire didn't budge, simply braced there as if he'd been light as a feat, or a gentle breeze pressing against him

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"Yes, we have delayed enough." Damon took no offence because of his own perception to these things. He hadn't lived so long in mere frivolity, and the darkness Wylie was feeling and couldn't detect, was almost as much a part of Damon as to be his shadow. He wasn't worried. But he was not about to persue it here.

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His hand curled into his easily as they sat in the car, the flight a mere blur. He hadn't touched him since the forest and this was purposeful. Both to see if his mate could settle, and let him think freely to himself.

Damon was swift to light the fire in the study, their only light that night and glad of it. He intended to have a drink and be at ease before he ventured to speak on this.

"Wine, my love. Drink."

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Think to himself, he did. Damon didn't seem to push him on anything, Wylie didn't offer up any information. Usually he would feel panicked, worried, unsure. Instead he felt almost nothing about it. There was a slight, small twinge of guilt that was lingering somewhere in the back of his head, but he wasn't sure why. Instead he remained quiet, solemn, and seemingly comfortable.

By time the were home, Wylie was opperating on autopilot. He sat himself down in their home, passively as if he was taking nothing to be acclimated. He hadn't noticed that his sense were stronger, but something was certainly there. Maybe this was like vampire puberty. He smirked to himself at the thought. Well, seemed his sense of humor wasn't gone at least.

Damon offered him wine, which he wasn't really fond of, but accepted it anyway, taking the glass and swirling the liquid, staring down at it as he balanced it on his thigh. He perhaps should have been worried, but instead he felt content, maybe even apathetic.

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Speak.

Damon's voice was soft, but not urging him to tell right away. It would be in his own time. It occurs to the older vampire - and amuses him - that were this anyone else, he would have torn their throat out for insolence. But this was his mate, his husband.. and to Damon nothing was more important than being patient with Wylie.

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He had no idea what Damon was up to. Between the way he'd spoken to him, quesitoned him earlier and how he was now putting space between them. Wylie wasn't sure whether to seek him out and give him time. It wasn't that simple. It was more complex than that. Damon had a purpose for what he was doing, but he still hadn't answered why.
Wylie walked down the hallway, towards the bedroom his mate was in, alert, but calm, collected. He stood just outside the doorway, back to the wall, not looking, but waiting. Are you okay? he asked, though he knew the answer.

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Damon's smile became more pronounced and a low, soft growl escaped him. But he didn't turn to him. Merely whispered, as if in secret, almost...

For Wylie knew what would make him 'okay'. Truly okay.

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Almost... Hm. Poised and calmly, he entered the room, his eyes on the form of his husbad. The only article of clothing he removed was his shoes, moving to lay on the bed beside him, slow measured movements as he did so. Wylie laid himself out on his back, staring at the ceiling, hands clasped over his stomach. What are we doing in here?

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Damon was carefully noting everything from the moment they had made plans to leave... and he was more and more assured of what he was doing from it. He had patience enough, but his need for his mate... may yet override. To see him happy.

We were not, he answered quietly, curling into himself. There was space already between them, and he was subtly increasing it. I had been... would you have seeked me out?

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Wylie listened. For some reason, this didn't shock him. It wasn't a surprise that this is what it was. Maybe he should have figured this out sooner than he did. Maybe it should have been more obvious, but for him, it just hadn't really happened. He didn't feel guilty about killing before, but something clicked into place finally, a sort of emptiness where there used to be feelings towards humans. It just wasn't there anymore. It was like eating a hamburger and not feeling bad about the cow. Sure, there were vegetarians and vegans who had some feeling about it, but Wylie didn't.

And then it struck him suddenly and looked up to Damon, brow furrowed. How did you fall in love with me as a human? Wylie couldn't fathom feeling that about a human. Damon of course had already found him, but even with that.
 

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Damon merely smiles, his hips pressing down to him as dark eyes raised to meet his quietly. Ah. So now he was understand a little.

Gently, he smoothed his hands up along his neck, to cup the back of his head, fingers tangling to his hair.

"Because," he spoke for the first time in his physical voice, soft, lulling. "You were the first time, the first thing I had ever.. in my long eternity, wanted."

Wanted, without the definite chance of having. He had never felt that before, had been angry, insulted with himself.. and so confused. The onslaught of his emotions made him pause, think.

"I knew I had to have you - but that was as normal. That was no different. It was that - you were so full of vibrance, of life as I was empty. You were a thing corrupted but limited by being human."

His fingers tightened. "I wanted to possess you. Just me. Entirely. Make you into what I felt you had to be. Mine and this

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It suddenly made more sense. He wasn't sure how it had gone this long. By time Wylie had been turned his life zeroed down to Damon. His son was a different story, though. It was flesh and blood and no matter what he would always love that boy, but this strange feeling of the world being nothing but a play thing... huh.

Wylie looked thoughtful. He didn't respond, he was not even looking alive at the moment. He didn't blink, didn't move, just still in that moment, thinking to himself, wondering, trying to sort through all of this that was happening to him. It wasn't easy to fathom. There was a vastness to it. Had he been consciously denying himself that feeling?