Their Raven

Chapter 36

Damon reached the bottom step and wrinkled his nose slightly. "You're all staring at me like I grew a second head."

"You look..." Rebekah glanced over him with an approving smirk. "Well-fucked."

Klaus chuckled low in his throat.

Damon rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Barbie."

The others, however, weren't laughing. Elijah's eyes had zeroed in on the collar of Klaus's shirt, hanging too loose on Damon's frame. The bite mark just barely peeked out above the neckline, the faintest mark of teeth glaring at him. Causing Elijah to clench his jaw.

Kol looked like someone had driven a stake through his pride.

"You're wearing his shirt," Kol said flatly.

Damon glanced down. "Apparently."

"And that," Elijah added, voice low, "is a mark you didn't have yesterday."

Damon's hand instinctively went to his neck. "Right. Forgot that part." He gave a lazy shrug. "We got a little... enthusiastic."

Kol let out a strangled, frustrated sound and spun on his heel, pacing toward the far wall before muttering, "Unbelievable."

"I'm going to make coffee before Kol combusts," Damon said brightly, heading off toward the kitchen. He didn't even realise Klaus was trailing behind him until they were alone again.

Damon rifled through the cabinets in search of coffee mugs. Klaus watched from the doorway, arms crossed, leaning lazily against the frame like a predator who knew he'd already caught what he wanted.

"You know they're all a bit unhinged now," Klaus said casually.

"Unhinged because I worse your shirt or because I let you bite me?" Damon asked, grabbing a mug and hopping onto the marble counter like he owned it.

Klaus smirked and closed the distance between them. "Both. But mostly the biting. You've left a trail of chaos in your wake, mon coeur."

He slid between Damon's legs, hands settling possessively on his hips. Damon titled his head, the tiniest smirk pulling at his lips.

"Yeah?" Damon said. "And you like that about me?"

"I crave that about you."

Then Klaus leaned in and kissed him — slow, firm, unapologetic. Damon inhaled sharply as Klaus's fingers tightened on his waist. It was the kind of kiss that left no room for question, only feeling — and Damon melted into it like he always did with him, chest pressing forward, hand curling in Klaus's shirt.

"You're terrible," Damon whispered against his lips, breathless. "And a damn good kisser."

"I know," Klaus smirked, and kissed him again.

That's how Kol found them — Damon's legs around Klaus's waist, fingers in his hair, the coffee entirely forgotten.

"Seriously?" Kol barked, practically bursting into the kitchen. "Is nothing sacred?!"

Damon flinched. "Oh my god—does no one in this house knock anymore?"

Klaus didn't move. "It's a kitchen, not a bedroom. We're being domestic."

'You're being insufferable," Kol snapped, storming over to the fridge.

"You're just upset he didn't crawl into your bed last night," Klaus drawled, eyes glittering.

"Boys," Elijah's voice came from the hallways before he even entered. "Must we continue airing out our unresolved sexual tension in the pantry?"

Damon slid off the counter, landing gracefully on his bare feet. He grabbed the coffee mug just to have something to hold. "Okay, you all need therapy. Or sex. Or both."

Elijah's eyes flicked down to Damon's throat again, to the vivid mark barely visible beneath the collar.

"You do realise," Elijah said coolly, "that biting someone like that, isn't just an act of desire. It's a bond. One not easily broken."

Damon blinked. "Well, I didn't know I was signing a supernatural contract while I was getting railed in the forest, thanks."

Rebekah strolled in then, sipping her third mimosa. "Honestly, you should've known better. Klaus doesn't do casual. He does epic. Well, if he actually likes you that is."

Klaus looked smug. "He liked it epic."

"I'm going to kill you," Kol muttered at him.

"Boys," Rebekah cut in, voice sharp. "Focus."

Elijah crossed the room slowly, almost imperceptibly until he was in front of Damon. He gently took Damon's chin and turned his face toward the light.

"I wasn't joking," he said quietly. "This bond... it runs deep than any of us realise. The Le Rouge line... paired with a creature like Niklaus.."

His fingertips grazed the mark, and Damon shivered.

"I don't regret it," Damon said softly.

Elijah's gaze met his. "Even if it changes everything."

"Everything's already changed."

Behind them, Klaus's jaw flexed. Kol was watching Elijah's hand with the focus of a predator about to strike.

"You can take your hands off him now, brother," Klaus said, voice low.

"He's not yours," Kol snapped. "No matter how deep you sunk your fangs."

"I'm not anyone's," Damon said, pulling gently away from Elijah. "But that doesn't mean I can't want someone."

Kol went silent.

"I wanted Klaus," Damon said, voice quiet but firm. "That doesn't mean I don't see the rest of you. Or that I don't feel this mess, too."

Rebekah sighs loudly.

"God, you're all so in love it's embarrassing," she muttered. "And I say that as someone who once burned down a villa for love."

Damon gave a crooked grin. "That sounds like something I'd do."

She winked. "You did. Last year. In France. Long story." Damon blinked. "Wait, what—?"

But before he could ask, the frond door opened again — and this time, a familiar voice called from the hallway.

"Damon?"

Bonnie. And Stefan.

Kol groaned. "Oh wonderful. Quarter of the Scooby Gang's here."

Damon narrowed his eyes and sat down his mug. "If you lot embarrass me in front of my best friend, I will turn this house into a haunted swamp."

"Magic doesn't work like that," Elijah mumbled.

Damon grinned. "Mine does."

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Chapter 36 is out. I really hope you all like it. Till next time my darlings