Title: A Silver Thread

Type: Slash, Angst, Snark, Friendship, RST

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries [Showverse]

Pairing: Tyler Lockwood/Damon Salvatore

Setting: Some time after Season 2 Episode 14 "Crying Wolf", to be treated as an alternative to what could have happened.

Word Count: 8095

Summary: So Tyler hadn't expected to enjoy the date Damon had forced him into, and most of it, he hadn't. But near the end, the mood had shifted, and now Damon has taken a keen Tyler back to the penthouse suite of a hotel nearby. It seems the two are coming to an understanding. Could they both really like one another in a way they soon won't mind admitting? Damon wants another taste, Tyler likes fangs. Naughtiness ensues. And all it took was a little conversation, right Damon? Well that, and mutual hotness, which never hurts.

Warnings: Many sexual references and instances of adult language used. Rated NC-17 as a series; this chapter containing adult content as well as mild references to bloodplay. To be treated as alternate events to what happened canonly after Season 2 Episode 14 "Crying Wolf", so no strict ties to any canon events that occurred after that. This is a co-write so excuse any perspective shifts you might encounter. Tyler was written by me Jaxon666 and Damon by VarrosGirly. Comments welcome, but leave your bad attitude at the door. Thanks.

Damon slipped the key card into the slot provided, from the elevator, walking into the room and tossing his keys to the side, starting for the mini-bar but deciding against it. He wanted to clearly remember how tonight unfolded.

"So, next move is yours, wolfboy." Damon slid onto the dark leather couch in front of an electric fireplace, arms spread out over the back. The room's decoration was predictable, but darker; an older, classic feeling with a bit of a modern twist to it. Of course it was the penthouse suite; not too shabby.

"Oh, and feel free to the booze, I never pay full price." As long as they didn't break anything that couldn't be hidden or replaced easily, he really didn't care. Like he would anyway.

"You want to get me drunk Damon? Make it easier to wrap me around your little finger?" Tyler smirked playfully after a few moments of pretend seriousness that were never really intended to convince Damon of a delicate mood being present. Surprisingly, Tyler soon revealed that he had a drink of straight scotch in either hand, one offered out to Damon.

"Take it. You wanted one. I know you're not gonna get crazy." so Tyler trusted him too then, which was perhaps an oversight. Perhaps. And that question hung underneath the otherwise confident veneer presented by the resilient werewolf.

"Well who am I to refuse alcohol," he grinned, taking the glass and helping himself to a long drink. Damon wondered just what Tyler's angle was, what sort of thing he had planned.

"Have a seat," he nodded his head at the couch, watching Tyler carefully. It was probably bad that the wolf felt so comfortable he was willing to give Damon the thing that usually led him down a careless road. The only difference with tonight was that he didn't feel in the mood to snap on someone and go on a rampage. Yet.

"You want me to sit here-" Tyler looked to the adjacent couch, "-or here?" and then to the space directly next to Damon. The vampire would have both loved and hated him for the cocky, uneven smile burnt across his lips right now. No need though, because Tyler sat next to Damon anyway, before he even thought of answering.

"You are one frustrating Rubik's cube of motive and raw emotion. I don't get it." Damon swirled the liquid around in the glass, watching it slow as he stilled his hand before turning his attention back to Tyler.

"It's not that complicated Damon. I just don't put up with your shit like everyone else. That's what's confusing. Well that, and the fact that you're realising that the less of it you throw my way, the better. You're used to getting what you want by making people give it to you. Doesn't work with me."

At first it looked like Tyler was painfully pleased with himself, but appearances shifted and it became evident that in truth, he was just pleased with the moment, and the truth of his words. At least he wasn't wigging out. In fact, Tyler was calmer with this conversation than he'd ever been with Damon. But then, he was starting to see the vampire as a person, and not a conscienceless people-eater.

"So tell me. Why do you trust me?" Tyler's question ended with pursed lips, the sort of expression that was so ridiculous on his face that it only seemed rational to assume he wasn't aware of it.

Damon shrugged, he could agree with the pup's reasoning. That didn't mean things were any clearer to him, sadly. As for Tyler's inquiry, Damon stalled answering it by finishing his scotch, quickly. He set the empty glass on the table next to the sofa, turning his head to look the smaller male over.

"Who can't trust that face?" he grinned, making a joke of his answer. Which he knew would not suffice, made clear enough by Tyler's expression.

In jest, Tyler punched Damon in the arm as punishment for joking when he'd been asked a serious question. He'd better not make a habit of that, or think he was getting away with it. But for now, Tyler was still smiling, finding the vampire's audacity ticklish.

"Cut that out.", and he finally got some sort of response that he was looking for. Better than that even. Damon wasn't pretending he'd had some sort of epiphany, he was still perfectly imperfect. A sincere asshole. At least it was genuine.

"Fine, you're a little shit. But you're honest. A little shit who doesn't lie. I can trust that." Damon scratched his ear, looking sideways toward the fireplace.

"You don't fuck around. And Hell, I'm completely bite-free." Speaking of bites, Tyler had let him do that the night before...extra points for that. He looked slightly uncomfortable, though, as he'd forced himself to answer.

"You're a…good…person. Even if you could possibly kill me…through some miracle." Damon, on the other hand, was not a good person or a person at all, and he knew it. Loved it even.

"So, moving on? I'd hate for the roofies to kick in out here. You know, in…not the bedroom." He smirked, knowing that if either of them had tried drugging the other, they would have known it. Making light of things when he didn't like the situation was what he did.

Tyler placed a hand at the center of Damon's slender thigh, his eyes promising it might move further up given the right initiative. Funny how just a look could speak a thousand words, even from a soul that wasn't so eternally poetic as much as it was wildly primitive.

"What is it you like about me most?" Tyler's face opened up like that of an innocent flower wanting to seduce the motives of a honeybee.

This was an interesting development. All Damon had to do was answer honestly enough, and Tyler was all his? He wasn't sure if he liked it or not, for the tricky promises and the possibly humiliating truths exposed. So long as Tyler kept the questions this easy, Damon was fine.

"Can I say your dick?" he bit his tongue quickly; he'd have to keep that in check tonight, damn it.

"I like that you are one, completely cocky bastard, not unlike myself in that respect," he had respect for that, "You don't take my shit. And you dish it out like you get it."

Despite all appearances, Tyler was also much less human than the sad cunts Damon found himself playing babysitter for. There were just as many reasons to like Tyler as there were to want to kill him. This was a unique statistic, and it provided benefit to more than one of both men present.

So Damon still thought joking was allowed. Not that Tyler hated him for it, especially when he got a more elaborate answer after the first one that came, but still he had to set some sort of precedent. He removed his hand from Damon's leg to make a point, his own handprint of warmth leaving the vampire's body instantly as he did so. He repositioned a little, leaning back into the couch and slightly further away from Damon.

"Why do you think I like you?" he took his first sip of scotch. He left the ice out. He could take the burn like a man, and ice cubes only watered shit down. That's how his father drank it.

Damon watched the changes in Tyler's body intently, a slight growl echoing in the back of his throat. It was his own fault, of course, but he didn't care to admit to that, or to even think that Tyler wasn't just being particular. He gripped the leather of the couch, the material creaking under his fingers.

"You know what, I honestly don't have one damned clue why you like me." Or why anyone would, for that matter.

"I've given plenty of reasons to be hated. I live for that…in a manner of speaking." Damon certainly was not alive, but he existed and loved his place in the world. Asshole extraordinaire, that's how he did things.

"Care to enlighten me on the subject?" He eyed Tyler's drink, his empty glass crying for him. But with the way conversation was going, very much against what he had hoped for, continuing to drink was probably a bad idea. He could still want it.

"Maybe it's because you're dangerous. Maybe it's because everyone hates you like they hate me, too, but they've all got you wrong, and I know better. Or maybe it's because you don't like anyone, not even yourself...but I know you like me." Tyler really was more insightful than others gave him credit for, but if what he'd just said was looked at closely, there was an admission to egotism in there. Not like he was ashamed of it.

"Do you love Stefan?" and even Tyler looked a little cautious at what sort of answer, no, reaction, that question might muster, especially given that the setting was for only the truth to be told. Damon might be willing to go through with it, but it didn't mean he wouldn't hate it, and have to fight back the urge to destroy something in the process.

The vampire mentally retracted his earlier discomfort. This was worse. What sort of game were they playing here, anyway?

"You suck at truth and dare, Tyler," Damon frowned, settling back into the couch as if it were sucking him in, somehow. "It was my goal to make his undead ass miserable as long as he was still kicking." He picked up his empty glass, gripping it dangerously tight. If they'd had cheaper crystalware here, it would have shattered already.

"But...he's my brother." Damon's expression soured, and he looked like he was quite ready for an undesignated amount of further drinks.

"Might hate him most of the time, want to take him back to the point of insanity as payback...but I have to-" He groaned, setting the glass back down roughly. "-what you said." Because he'd never say that word, would he? Not in relation to Stefan.

"I'm not trying to change you, you know." Tyler aimed to simmer Damon down with an explanation, tilting his glass over Damon's to fill it with some of his own drink, "I'm just...I want you to know-", and he halted, because what was coming next already felt way too girly and emotional to say, even though he was most human one present, "-you can tell me stuff. You know, what we do it's just between us. And...I guess we're not so different. How you feel about Stefan, same with my dad. He was an asshole. Still kinda loved him.", his own drink now half-filling Damon's glass, Tyler now put that hand back on Damon's thigh, a little further up than before. Apparently, progress was being made.

This certainly was a strange turn of events. The entire trip, not just the past hour or so. Damon was not used to this, someone actually wanting to listen and know things. There was more to Tyler than he'd thought, then. He drank the refill given gladly, his expression becoming the slightest bit softer.

"Yeah, you just gotta get used to us a-holes. We're not that bad." Damon smirked the lightest bit, not even thinking about taking a jab at Tyler's open statement. If the wolf wanted to speak freely, he could. He'd earned it.

"Fuck you." Tyler said in light, knowing fully that he was an asshole.

"Next question? I'd like to get this night moving right along." His defences were up again, but less than usual. No chance they'd go down completely, Damon didn't just drop his guard and let someone in like that

Those dark brown eyes of Tyler's then smouldered over Damon so thickly it almost caused physical sensation. He could only think of one more question worth asking.

"What do you wanna do...right now?" he asked with a sort of deep softness, as though the ball might just be in Damon's court and he could have whatever he wanted. At least in the context of the question. Maybe more than that. He took another, longer sip of his scotch, knowing things were about to become less platonic, and soon.

"You ever thought about anyone else? Like...Mr. Saltzman? J...Jeremy?" asking about Jeremy felt slightly disgusting because well, he was such a weird little freak and totally uncool. Still, to encourage Damon's will to answer, Tyler peeled off his top and t-shirt overhead like he'd done it so many times it barely required any effort. And oh what a nice golden torso of athleticism it revealed. No touching yet Damon, or maybe you could. Worth a try?

"Right now?" he grinned, his impulsive nature swinging from one mood to the next, with no logical time spared between.

"Right now I want to get you out of those clothes-" But his initial attempt to voice what was going on in his mind was cut off by the most ridiculous of questions. Damon did have to remind himself, sometimes, that this sort of thing was important to mortals.

"Jeremy pretty much adores me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted to…corrupt him. Priceless to see Elena's face after that one." He watched the upper half of clothing as it was eliminated from Tyler's body, which, as he recalled, was looking quite ripped. Very nicely sculpted. Little Adonis-wannabe.

Damon's hand came down from its perch over the back of the couch, his fingers scraping lightly along the bronzed shoulder now exposed. Damn, it nearly made his mouth water, knowing his fangs had been sunk in there less than twenty-four hours ago.

"Ric, sure. He's closer to my speed. And, funny enough, it didn't take long for him to trust me, seeing as I'm the one who effectively killed and turned his wife. Fucked her too." Damon shrugged, turning his body toward Tyler, over these questions.

"But I'm hardly known for my good behaviour, even amongst other vampires. It's almost a game for me, thinking about fucking people I meet. Not that I really care to do it, every time. I'm not that lame. They're not that hot."

"Do it." Tyler coyly permitted, slightly mesmerized by Damon's words, or more accurately how he spoke them, like the lute music of a snake charmer to a cobra in an urn.

He took Damon's ring out of his pocket and placed it on the coffee table before making his way over to Damon, where he stood directly in front of him, towering over the vampire for once, and looking down at him with a questionable but tantalizing look of intent.

"Get me out of these clothes." An allowance Damon would like, and maybe even overstep. He was Damon after all. But would he be punished for it?

The eldest Salvatore's silvery eyes immediately darted to the ring, where it sat innocently, completely out of harm's way. He'd seen to it that he wouldn't be disturbed whilst he was using the room, and with Tyler playing his tempter, there seemed to be little danger of it anyway. Still, his ring was a lifeline of sorts, and he was relieved just to see it.

"If you must insist," he didn't try to pretend that he was put off by having to do some work. He really liked getting his hands dirty when it came to chores like this. If only he could make a living off his incredibly perfect bedding techniques. Oh wait, he could. Common, plain mortals didn't deserve it, though.

Damon speedily unfastened and pulled down Tyler's black jeans, grinning at the dark boxer shorts, all that stood between him and that deliciously thick werewolf cock. Not that they really left much to the imagination.

"I'd take back what I said about your blue shirt...but you still wore it. Bravo on your underwear choice." Damon hooked the tips of his fingers under the waistband, taking his time with pulling them down. He actually licked his lips, very pleased with being able to disrobe the wolf.

"I will get to play how I want, right?" Not quite a question. More of an affirming statement.

"Maybe." Tyler said in the same sleepy manner he did the previous night, during his and Damon's unexpected endeavours. Apparently, that's how he sounded when he was horny. It wasn't the worst way to sound, to say the least. Low pitched and drunk on something better for him than alcohol. Yum. He only realized he'd had his eyes closed when he opened them, like he'd feel asleep for a second almost.

"Bed Damon." and that was all Tyler could scrounge up from his vocabulary. Understandable enough though, right?

He plodded unevenly to the bedroom where the king-size double was at, perfectly dim up-lighting and black satin sheets. Maybe Damon did design this place after all. Tyler wouldn't put anything past him. Without any use of precision, Tyler let his body flop on to the huge, sumptuous bed, sprawling out like a predatory animal near warmth, about to sleep.

"Damon." he called out with want in his tone, wanting the vampire closer to him, not caring that he was naked or thinking that it meant Damon would be fighting back urges from this point on.

"You think I'm gay?" he asked, speaking slower than usual to prevent stumbling over his words, sounding more adorable than he'd ever like to be accused of.

Damon's grin was slightly feral, slightly amused; he did like the way Tyler sounded when he was in this mood. He followed the werewolf, if only to watch his enviably bubbly ass as he walked. What a package Tyler was, sexy and adorable and feisty all in one. Damon's jacket was off and thrown haphazardly over a chair, the vampire sliding on the sheets toward his prize. And said prize was being too cute, too perfectly fuckable.

"If I thought you were gay, I wouldn't have bothered toying with you." Damon was hardly restraining himself, even giving a playful bite to Tyler's ear. "Honestly, you're one of the straightest guys I've ever met." Maybe that wasn't saying much, given the male company Damon was forced to keep.

"Toying...Damon." yes, Tyler heard that, even if he couldn't demonstrate that convincingly by repeating Damon's words and adding his own thoughts on it, to the mix. He was too intoxicated by horniness to care.

"You can...kiss...touch me." and he hadn't meant that as an either or, eyelids unsure whether they had the strength to stay open or closed, rolling back and forth slowly.

As defenceless as he may have sounded, Tyler was no less strong as he was at any given time of day, one hand reaching out to grab at Damon's clothes and pull him closer so that their faces were almost touching. Almost but not quite. He liked being that close to Damon when they spoke. He liked knowing Damon was that close to him.

"Say something."

He liked this, their game switching back into his territory. This, he could handle without a problem. Damon stared down into the sleepy brown eyes, heavy from the sudden arousal. Bless wolves, they were such a fun treat. Or maybe it was just Tyler.

"No question?" he smirked, his long fingers teasing their way up Tyler's inner thigh, "Then how about right now, I stick your fat wolf cock in my mouth and suck you dry?"

Damon lowered his head, taking in the changes to Tyler's scent as he spoke.

"Or I could keep taunting you until you're begging me to jerk you off again." His fingers circled just above where the heavy flesh protruded from. "Then again, maybe I'll just keep talking, you like that too. Everyone does, they just don't always admit it."

Involuntarily, Tyler's closest hand roamed around Damon's body frantically as though controlled by an external impulse not his own, grabbing for naked flesh that sadly wasn't naked yet, resolving to defeat and resting with an upward facing palm over the vampire's stomach. Tyler felt cranky. He wanted to have grabbed on to something worth playing with just then. And then, Damon annoyed him.

"I won't beg for shit." his eyes were wide open that time, and he stared Damon out for a little while before relaxing, posturing as one lion to another, only not for the rights to a lioness. His fingertips fumbled above the fabric of Damon's shirt, his hand having a life of its own, and within moments it was sneaked beneath Damon's own waistband.

As his fingernails slipped underneath Damon's underwear, Tyler wriggled his digets so that they were on the other side of the vampire's underwear, choosing not to make direct contact with Damon's flesh just yet, for some unknown reason. Once he found the vampire's bulge, he started kneading at it with a casual yet determined appetite, his own dick already hard since Damon spoke about sucking it.

And there he was, no longer the sleepy cub, but a very alert, and very horny, participant of tonight's fun. Damon wriggled himself out of the clothes Tyler pulled at, throwing them in a random direction away from the two of them.

"Mmmm, mine," he grinned, grabbing onto Tyler's dick. He really couldn't complain about the treatment to his own, not when Tyler was being such a willing bed-mate tonight.

"That's...some dick on you...dude." The horny wolf said, breathing provocatively in between words.

"Isn't it though?" Damon smirked and glanced down to his pants, kicking them off at vampiric speed, no change made to how Tyler was handling him.

"I have to return the sentiment," his face was nearly touching Tyler's now, icy eyes searching for something, "Nice, fat dick, and you know it." Damon loved it. How fortunate for the both of them that Tyler had given in, in his way. Of course Damon had predicted this sort of situation between them, but tonight's events were beyond his exact foresight. No big deal.

"Wonder what I should do with it then," he mused, squeezing tight just once.

Tyler bit hard into the index finger of his free hand and fed the result into Damon's lips, pushing the digit in and out of his cool wet mouth a number of times as the tip of it bled sweet, spicy werewolf blood over his pallet. When he removed the finger, his eyes locked on to Damon's with a different focus than before, more crisply, and for a moment those chocolate orbs of his shifted into black and gold.

He pushed his head nearer to Damon's and tilted it, his warm, certain lips meeting the vampire's from the change in angle, kissing softly without tongue, both hands holding on to Damon's sharp jaw. He didn't even care about getting off, not right now. Contrary to popular belief, Tyler could be about more than cheap thrills. This was one of those times. He just wanted to see in how many other ways Damon could be enjoyed, and enjoy in return.

Damon groaned the instant that flavour hit his tongue, eyelids half-shut as he sucked on the small wound. What a little shit, teasing him with that naughty werewolf blood. But then Tyler did really unexpected things, trying to coax out Damon's sensual side, which very rarely saw the light of day, avoiding it more than Damon himself would have to without his spelled ring. He didn't believe in using it, really.

Damon returned his soft kiss, the hand that had firmly held Tyler's dick now moving flat-palmed along his side and leg, exploring the muscles there. The vampire pulled away from the kiss for a moment, his frosted gaze showing his clear confusion, but he was not annoyed. Oh no.

"Keep changing things up like this, and you'll never get rid of me." Damon smirked, pressing their lips together again, breathing in the new scent rolling off Tyler. Definitely lust, mixed with something else...something very yummy. He liked.

Tyler let rip a toothy grin, as well as the ghost of a chuckle, all the while still managing to kiss Damon without fault. He motioned to explain his brief release of laughter.

"You don't wanna leave him alone, do you?" if his mouth wasn't busy, Tyler would have pursed his lips again to form that cute, goofy expression.

"You don't have to." he offered, freely, even if he did want to see how sensual Damon could be, as opposed to how lustful.

"Some friends we are." Tyler said, laughing a little again in a short break from kissing, because really? He and Matt joked about being butt-buddies but they hadn't so much as jerked off to porn together, and then Tyler and Damon had only just started talking and here they were with their hands and tongues all over one another.

"I like you Damon. You crazy fuck." Tyler concluded, feeling a cyclone of sensory pleasure swirl around in his skull.

"I'm the best kind of friend." Damon chuckled, returning his hand to Tyler's cock. He liked it, quite a lot. It was meaty and his hand didn't too easily fit around it. It looked as good as it felt. It was hot to the touch and tough, the type of dick that didn't have to be handled gently. Damon's hand gripped lightly, his thumb circling slowly over it.

"I'm the kind that just doesn't give a fuck." Maybe he did, though, since he was behaving and not pulling Tyler into some violent whirlwind of sexual euphoria.

"I do like you," he said, planting light kisses along Tyler's jaw, gently sucking the skin on his neck, wetting it. He could feel the harsh pulse just beneath, calling his fangs down for more of the fiery blood. How he wanted to just bite, and fuck, and have no regrets in the morning. Touchy-feely stuff, like this almost was, couldn't be good for his image.

"Didn't think you'd pull something like this. Especially with me. Well not without me being a massive dick about it, no pun intended." Damon gave Tyler's cock an approving tug.

Giving a muffled hum of appreciation, Tyler's hips gyrated forward just once, responding to Damon's grip around him, his eyes kept closing for seconds at a time, making the muscular but not-so-tall werewolf look serene in his sexual appeal.

"Yeah...you like doing this with me." and though unintended, something in the tone of Tyler's voice told of his regret, or was it disappointment, for the thought that Damon only really liked him for his worth to him as a carnal playmate.

It wasn't like Tyler was about to cry, because he wasn't a sap and he wasn't in love with Damon, and the sexual activity between them was hardly describable as average in intensity. Still, he let it slip that he still felt Damon wanted him mostly for one reason.

"Fangs Damon." Tyler made a poorly constructed request of the vampire, although the enchanting droll of want in his voice more than made up for it, fingers scraping over the sharp edges that emerged thereafter, soaking in the wet nastiness of Damon's mouth. He smiled. He liked Damon's fangs, and that he'd been given them upon request.

"Hot." he wondered if Damon realised that he had a set of fangs all his own, in human form, though they did not look very similar to those of a vampire and while also predatory, were used for the evisceration of prey rather than feeding from it.

Damon noted the lessened tone in Tyler's statement, and something clicked in his mind that the wolf maybe wanted more than his honesty. But nothing gooey and disgustingly cutesy. He'd stake himself before he turned into one of those things. Funnily, he was warming up to the idea of something between them. It wasn't like he'd change drastically for it, but he could maybe...open up more. Damon didn't much like the idea of that, talking about things that he usually kept inside, waiting to chomp down on a bad meal and throw him into a murderous rampage. He still had those moments, even after forging a new alliance with his brother. Maybe this wasn't an awful thing. If he could only convince himself of that.

He loved that Tyler loved his fangs, his real face. Without his vampiric nature, he just wouldn't be Damon. And he liked being Damon. His eyes shut as Tyler felt his fangs, as fascinated with them as the night before.

"They've killed a lot of people," he purred, half opening his eyes to watch his wolf. Did he actually just think of Tyler as his? Huh. Damon let his hand drag back up Tyler's chest, to his cheek and into his shorter mess of hair.

"You're hot," he smirked, lighter than his usual sarcastic ones, moving his face to gently kiss and scrape his fangs over the wolf's jaw and neck, teasing himself more than anything. And he had no need to explain the double meaning of his statement, it was clear.

This whole thing, the sensual nature of it all, it was nice. More than nice. It slowed him down, and he felt like maybe he needed that, too. Damon pulled away from Tyler's neck, watching him through a relaxed gaze, thoughtful.

Just like a big cat, although perhaps more spryly, Tyler rolled over on top of Damon, his body weight hardly burdening the vampire thanks to his supernatural strength. Yet another reason Tyler didn't have to be careful with him. He looked down over the distance between his face and Damon's, eyes etching wordless sonnets that made no sense, into the perfect porcelain flesh they found.

One of Tyler's hands ran up between them, finding Damon's chest, the lack of heartbeat there exciting the young werewolf, even though it was expected. His thumb firmly grazed at the nipple his palm had found a place near. Tyler couldn't decide whether to watch his interaction with Damon's flesh, or to look at Damon in the eye. Either way, the sexy little cub was clearly breath-taken.

"Am I different? I mean...to other people?" There was an unusually charming innocence to events, considering that neither man drew focus to the fact that their raging erections were pressing into one another's abdomens under the pressure of full body weight. Instead they talked, paced themselves, Tyler wondering if his wolfiness had any desirable qualities to the vampire that he could not himself detect. Just then, he fought the urge to grind.

Tyler was taking control again, however mildly, and Damon liked it. Tonight, though, it didn't feel so much like a power struggle as a slow flowing of power from one end to the other.

"Different...in so many fun ways," he continued to massage at the wolf's scalp, the sudden thought of finding a canine 'tickle' spot amusing him. It would be funny to watch Tyler kick manically.

"Not just your taste, you know." Damon watched Tyler's big eyes search, confused for somewhere to focus. Those pretty brown eyes that were the only part of the wolf with ADD.

"You're not afraid of me. Like, really not afraid of me...you don't expect me to snap and rip your head off." Everyone feared him to some extent. It was fun most of the time, but got old. "And you don't try to watch yourself around me." Damon scratched under his chin once, fluctuating his eyes with a grin. Out of nowhere, a deep animalistic growl brimmed from the core of Tyler's gullet.

"It's like, the more you control yourself...the less I want you to." and directly following that declaration, Tyler rubbed his nose and cheek against Damon's collarbone a few times, arching his back and moving further down the vampire's slender torso, licking and sucking at his ribcage as though thanking a lamb for it's meat before eating it.

"Might just get your wish there, pup," he chuckled, Tyler's actions making it harder to be a good, behaved vampire. Damon pulled down on the waistband of his underwear, finding their existence very annoying right now.

"What do you...wanna do to me?" Tyler's lips were locked in uncertainly, trembling between a smirk and a neutral expression. And this time, Tyler did grind against Damon's flesh, both of their solid pricks alert to the sensory benefits.

"So fuckin' hard right now." Tyler spoke of himself, but being hard was one thing and being extremely fucking horny quite another.

"I want to swallow you, wanna bite you," he kissed Tyler once, roughly, "I want to do everything I can to you." Damon grinned dirtily, his hands roaming all over Tyler's back as the wolf rubbed on him like a cat in heat. But he hadn't done those things yet, had he? No, Damon was being good. So far.

"No fair Damon...why should I let you bite me when I can't do the same back?", Tyler deliciously flirted with his eyes, toying with the idea that he might not let Damon sink those fatal incisors into his hot olive flesh ever again.

Then he did the thing he just said he couldn't, lowering his head to bite at Damon's lower lip, though not enough to break the skin. He pulled the lip upwards, stretching it, before releasing and letting it snap back to place, smirking as it did so. And he was still grinding, he just wasn't thinking about it any more. He even bit into his own bottom lip as if to contain his horniness from spilling out of his mouth.

"I want you to get hard tomorrow just thinking about tonight." Maybe a little telling; he'd been disappointed, but amused, at Tyler's angry recollection this morning. "You gonna let me do those things?" Anyone else, of course, he would have done it all, without asking.

In one violent moment, Tyler was a deadly force, grabbing Damon's wrists and pinning them to his sides, disallowing them the freedom of claiming anything desired. And in the next, Tyler's grip had loosened, and he was smiling without malice, chuckling a little even. Animals played games.

"You want to blow me, is that it? You want me to let you do whatever you want to it?" stupid questions but they seemed worth asking at the time, and how they affected Damon's appearance; beyond price.

The vampire growled in a playful tone, furrowing his eyebrows, though his grin gave away the seriousness of the expression. Tyler was just being so sexy right now, especially with the way that mouth moved. The mouth containing teeth; he just noticed the canines, sharper than human ones, probably equally deadly to him as his were to others. But it was so hot in that moment, Tyler biting him, plucking at his skin. It created an absolutely ridiculous look on the vampire, who found it as amusing as the wolf probably did.

Damon's hips were raising up time to time, and he planted his hands firmly on that tight little ass, pulling Tyler's body harder onto his own.

"Yes," he was slightly annoyed that Tyler had to ask, but maybe that was his goal. They both liked to play with their food.

"Trust me, you want me to blow you. You'll fucking love it." Damon's face scrunched up in a lightly mocking expression for a moment.

"Do it." Tyler whispered into Damon's ear, though it sounded more like a purr than a word or a whisper. And even though Tyler wanted it, even though he knew it would be better than good, Damon couldn't see the closed-eyed look of reluctance as Tyler parted with those two words which vibrated against his undead ear. Reluctance for a reason Tyler did not seek or care about. Caution was for pussies.

Tyler repositioned himself in an instant, bringing his upper body upright, clutching at Damon's semi-exposed package through the underwear he hadn't let the vampire fully remove.

"Suck on me like you haven't fed for a week. See if you can make me beg you to stop." he squeezed at the big, hard, undead package, again and again, waiting for Damon's retaliation, sounding like sandpaper against a rock as melted words fell from his attractive mouth.

If he'd been alive, Damon may have shuddered from having that much sex dribbled into his ear. Seeing as he was not, he had to make do with the solid thud sent straight to his cock. Not a negative by any means imaginable. Tyler was beneath him again, and Damon loved how naughty he was, groping at him while the vampire was about to go down on him.

"Oh you sweet talker, you" he grinned, pulling Tyler's hand from his hard on. That would be taken care of later.

Damon's head darted down to Tyler's cock like a viper, lips wrapping around it slowly in contrast. He knew that the wolf's senses would be able to see his quick movements, but he wasn't aiming to impress with his speed. One thing that Damon wouldn't do was listen to direct orders. Tyler wanted him to suck on it like a resource of life itself, he would take his time to work up to that point. Still, he appreciated dirty talk in any form, especially when it came from the dark, rough rumblings of this wolf. Damon slowly drew the entire length into his mouth, sucking hard on it continuously, holding the strong, vacuum-like space. He gradually let it slide out from between his lips, tongue swirling lazily around the head as he did so.

Tyler writhed and purred at first, once Damon started sucking him, grabbing at the bed sheets with his fists and tensely sinking into them. Damon's mouth felt good around him, and with his eyes closed he managed to suppose that on one hand, guys knew how to blow a dick better than girls because well, they had a dick, and on the other hand, Damon was not just any guy. Lucky Tyler then. One hand then snapped up to snatch at Damon's raven locks, fingers and palm claiming the vampire's scalp, applying a slight guiding pressure as the nocturnal predator feasted on his phallic meat. Tyler's free hand spent attention caressing the abdomen of its owner, over and over again.

"How does it...taste?" Tyler asked, a little uncomfortable with the fact that he wanted to know, but not so uncomfortable that it mattered, not with that vampire making a meal of his prick.

It was Damon's turn to purr, he loved physical connection. The hand was just pushy enough to not meet terrible resistance. He could take hints sometimes. Unfortunately, he would have to take this lovely, fat piece out of his mouth to answer, unless Tyler had perfected the ability to translate muffled speech into English.

"Dirty," his eyebrows jumped and he licked up the side of Tyler's member, "and not in an 'I-don't-shower' kind of way." He gripped onto the bottom half with his fist, sucking on the head for a moment.

"Different, again. Almost like your blood. Wild, incredibly hot." And his mouth was filled again, moving against the rhythm of his hand, the free one gripping Tyler's thigh. He was excited to taste that cum again, that delicious, thick goo that tasted so wrong in the absolutely best ways.

Tyler didn't give ten fucks about the second part of Damon's answer. Only one word echoed throughout the corridors of his mind; "Dirty". In Damon's voice. Repeated. Driving him wild. His blood was boiling.

"Damon. Come. Come up here." he asked quietly, in a way that seemed oddly polite, desperate to attack Damon's tool with the horny rage instilled inside him.

Not knowing if Damon had granted his wish, Tyler grabbed out blindly, looking like a baby rummaging for its rattle. Within seconds Tyler was in a position he couldn't remember getting into, sitting on his calves, facing Damon's side. One of his hands tugged roughly on that big beautiful cock, as if to milk it, each tug mercilessly harder as it neared the neck of Damon's dick. The other hand collected the wad of spit Tyler just shot into it, and juiced the vampire's dickhead thereafter, sordid wet sounds clapping through the air, a telling aromatic musk filling it as result.

"Fuck Damon. It's...fuckin' hot." there were no words for this, or at least none Tyler knew to use. He thought of how it pissed him off that Damon couldn't just be a girl right now, so he could fuck him. But then, if last time was anything to go by, fucking wasn't everything.

Damon knew he would say no this time, since he'd been interrupted the previous night in the middle of swallowing Tyler's cock whole. In fact, he was in the process of answering in that fashion when he was pushed and pulled with full werewolf strength. Now that was hot. The angry, frantic, hormone-driven attack that came entirely from the wolf's want. No competition, no 'just experimenting.' Fucking, that was all. Well, in the way that Damon would allow, he definitely wasn't going to let Tyler stick his sexrod just anywhere so soon.

Pity that he wouldn't be able to reach Tyler's cock with his mouth like this. Which was why he now pushed hard on the wolf, knocking him onto his side, giving him a much better position. Whatever Tyler wanted to do with that, he could. Damon wanted that cum. He sunk it in his mouth fully, giving Tyler the pace he'd wanted, his cheeks pulled tight around the thick meat, surrounding it with cool, wet flesh. One hand clawed at Tyler's ass, pulling welts from it, he felt that already. Damon was tempted to repeat hard enough to draw blood. Maybe he would.

"Fuck. No.", Tyler managed to pull speech out of himself, eyebrows risen though his eyes were still closed.

He fell backwards to the bed with a slight turn, pulling Damon by the arm so they were side by side. With that, he nudged closer to Damon and grabbed his dick at the base, licking his lips as he eyed it while propped up vertically to full proud length.

"Together." he nodded, wanting Damon to want the same thing.

He worked Damon's shaft firmly but slowly for now, until Damon joined him in faster pace, the foreskin rolling back and forth with every intended pump. For whatever reason, this made Tyler's robust cock even harder, so hard that there was an afterbite of pain that came with every throb.

"Come on. Let's...fucking-" he couldn't finish those words, because none he used would matter any more.

Tyler's cock was released from Damon's mouth again with an audible pop, the vampire turning his head to look at Tyler with a smirk.

"I'd call you fuckably adorable right now, but you'd just threaten to bite me. Not that you would though. Ever." But he was exactly that, and more. Damon's vocabulary broken up in his helplessly horny state, those unnaturally strong hands pumping his dick. Delicious. Damon chose to cease his speaking to drive Tyler that much more crazy. Maybe he could get him to howl. The vampire chuckled as his lips slid down the meaty prick again.

So their new position wasn't the most comfortable in the world, but he couldn't give a fuck. It was hot, and it was hard to believe that their slow, conversation-driven intimacy had dissolved into this. Maybe he'd try this sensual, meaningful stuff again sometime. Maybe.

Damon leisurely gyrated his hips into Tyler's hand, very aroused by the thought of them cumming together. Was it bad that he loved the way Tyler pushed and pulled his foreskin over the head? If the wolf was further aroused by it, Damon was even more. And being a very horny vampire made for some very rapid head and mouth activity. He was sucking on it like he was starved, just like Tyler had wanted. It was worth the wait, Damon knew it.

It felt like ages had passed, Tyler's breath deep and heavy, his skin glistening and overheated along with the rest of his body. And that's when he felt it, a hot surge of sensation burning through his dick as his cum was yanked out of him. It was fucking intense. He jolted as Damon kept going, he too feeling the vampire's juices spilling to soil his firm hand with sinful gloss. The only thing he hated about this was that he couldn't manoeuvre to kiss Damon while they both came. It was a small misfortune, well worth dealing with for the sake of the joint orgasms just had, both men feeling the other buckle and stir within one another's illicit grip. When he opened his eyes he turned his face gently to look at Damon, shaking his head and laughing a little.

Damon wanted to slow things down, on a physical and time-related plane, so that he could suckle and enjoy this for far longer than it could possibly last. Which was taking a very nice amount of time anyway. Load after hot load was pumped down his throat, splashing the deviously yummy taste all over his tongue. He swallowed all of it greedily. It was insanely dirty, completely wrong, and part of his own release, all over Tyler's hand. He groaned loudly around the cock, falling onto his back to enjoy the climb down from the orgasm that kept rolling. Tyler had to have masturbated quite a lot in his younger days, he was extremely talented with his hands.

"Messy." Tyler said, sounding like a kid at playtime, laughing again. After a few light moments went by, Tyler looked at Damon's lingering erection briefly and then back to his undead playmate, not needing to look at his own to know what it was capable of and in turn, the damage it had done.

"I got more. You?" his question sounded more friendly than naughty, though in truth it was equal measures of both. Wiping his hand on the sheets beneath him, he used his fists to perch himself up and swivel his legs over to his side of the bed, taking to his feet, plodding a little off balance at first before heading back to the living area. His boner swung around in the air as he plodded around on those heavy feet. Damon would like that, wouldn't he?

"Beer first. You want?" he smiled energetically, casting a mood like stone that guaranteed he wouldn't be finding his and Damon's secret tryst to be something that he was ashamed or weary of, finally. They were friends now. That made this sort of okay.

Damon pushed the hair away from his forehead, lifting his neck to see Tyler getting to his feet, mentioning alcohol. That was yet another reason to enjoy the wolf. He had his priorities sort of right, and he could keep going. Damon applauded supernatural stamina. He stood and wiped his thigh off, following Tyler out of the bedroom.

"Beer. Yes. Drinking is always a good idea." Damon walked unashamed of his remaining boner, just as the wolf did. It was a beautiful thing. He sped to where Tyler had tread off to, pressing his nose into the wolf's neck from behind, inhaling deeply.

"Your cum smell is great," he grinned before walking away to the not-so-mini-fridge, grabbing two beers from it.

"Hey." Damon had startled him, speeding up behind him like that. And now he was fishing for the beers, which was what Tyler had gotten out of bed for. For that, Damon got a firm smack to his ass, the sort that ended in a momentary grab and would leave a mark for an hour or so. He smirked again, at the same time pursing his lips, until Damon stood upright. A curious look took hold of his brow, making it uneven.

"You don't...smell of anything?" he was unconvinced, but then he wasn't big on science so the obvious reasons didn't come to him right away. He swiped one of the beers from Damon without warning, abruptly and in a bratty manner, flipping off the cap with ease, gloating from the casual one-upmanship.

"Get back to bed before you get yourself in any more trouble." Tyler joked, looking adorably game as he did so, strutting off without sophistication, knowing that Damon followed, as well as hours of sexual frivolity. God help the maids when they left the room in the morning.

THE END