Vampies in Love

4. Boinking and Conversation

The custom-made suit Damon wore was probably more than the occasion called for, but he did enjoy being dramatic from time to time. Damon walked into the party alone, but soon he found some familiar faces. People he bothered to know out of convenience spoke to him as if they were lifelong friends. He didn't mind, but there was someone he had been hoping to meet.

Eventually, Damon made his way to where drinks were being served. He always felt more confident with a glass in his hand and alcohol in his system. He briefly wondered if vampires could be alcoholics.

Mingling continued for quite awhile, and soon Damon grew bored. The person he was supposed to meet had yet to show up.

Just as he was getting ready to leave, he spotted who he had been waiting for. Damon slowly sauntered towards his target and lightly grabbed the back of his arm.

"Elijah," Damon said, trying and failing to hide his relief. "What took you so long?"

"I apologize. I was held up," Elijah leaned his head closer to Damon's, turning to whisper in his ear. "Some of our 'friends' had friends of their own."

"I assume you took care of them?" Elijah was fine, obviously, but he wanted to know nobody would be coming after them, at least for now.

"Don't worry, they won't be bothering us anymore," Elijah looked at him, his eyes drifting down to Damon's chest. "That suit turned out well. You look very handsome."

Not knowing how to respond to a compliment, Damon decided to change the subject. "So, is that a martini you're drinking? Very classy choice," Elijah looked at the drink in his hand while Damon put his hands in his pockets. "Never been a big fan of them myself. Olives aren't exactly my thing."

"Maybe you should give them a chance," Elijah said. He pinched the toothpick between his fingers and brought the olive in front of Damon's face. "Here."

Bewildered with himself, Damon opened his mouth without complaint. Elijah placed the olive on Damon's tongue, and Damon closed his mouth just enough to take the olive. Elijah was staring at Damon. Damon stared back.

Damon gave the answer to Elijah's question. "I think I might like olives more than I thought."

Elijah smirked.

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Damon's composure slipped the closer they got to where Elijah was staying. He wasn't exactly sure how this was going to go. He knew what he wanted, to pick up right where they had left off, but Damon knew that the amount of time they had been apart couldn't be ignored altogether.

However, when Elijah pressed him against the closed door of his motel room and kissed in the deep way Damon so desperately craved, it was easy to let these thoughts dissipate.

The kissing was good, but Damon was an impatient person, and he wanted more. He rushed the two to the bed, pinning Elijah on his back with Damon on all fours above him. For just a moment, the two looked at each other. Elijah placed his hand on the side of Damon's face, slowly rubbing his thumb over the other's cheek.

Damon leaned down and snatched Elijah's bottom lip between his teeth. He got the result he wanted. Elijah rolled them over so Damon was beneath him, and Damon took the opportunity to bite into him. He didn't drink much, just enough to remind himself of the taste and make a mess of his face. Elijah ran his fingers along Damon's neck, down his throat, and across his chest, ripping his shirt the entire way.

More clothes were abandoned in a blur, both of the men focused on getting closer to each other. Their hands were all over each other, remembering a dance that had been choreographed decades prior.

Everything was so much, and Damon got exactly what he craved. Elijah was on top of Damon, around him, inside him, their blood in each other's mouths. They were ferocious and desperate.

Hours later, as they lay facing each other, a thought occurred to Damon.

"Elijah," He practically whispered. "While you were gone, I--," He closed his eyes as Elijah put a hand on his cheek. "I went sixty years thinking I was alone. And you know how I am. I slept around. I didn't know--," Damon's voice cracked. He was embarrassed but felt he deserved it.

"I am the one who forced you to forget. I am not angry with you."

Damon let out a sigh. "I'm still sorry."

Elijah smiled and moved closer to Damon. "I know who you are, Damon. You pretend to not feel anything when you actually feel so intensely. When you get hurt, you seek comfort in what others can give to you, whether that be blood or sex. I know you are tremendously loyal, to the point where you would willingly die to protect those you care about," He paused. "I also know that you know who I am. You know that I am understanding. That I am upfront with what I am feeling. You know that if I had any issues with your actions, you would not be in this bed with me right now."

Damon lamely nodded, reassured. "Yeah, I know."

Elijah gave him a light kiss on his forehead. "And you know I love you," A statement, not a question.

"And I love you."