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turnonmyheelsFandom: The Vampire Diaries
Title: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Pairing: Damon/anyone he damn well wants
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Damon is a vampire. There will be death, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode.
Spoilers: 1.21 Isobel Some dialog taken directly from the episode
Notes: thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moosesal for the beta
Previous parts here
“What do you think they’re talking about?” Alaric regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth. He’d known better than to make small talk with Damon since the moment he met him.
“I’m sure Isobel is all ‘My darling girl, I can’t believe I let you go. Please come closer so I can drink your blood.’” Damon rolled his eyes and stared at Alaric. “And then Elena says, ‘No! You can’t drink my blood, but I’d like to get to know you, you’re my mother after all.’”
Alaric leaned back against Damon’s car and kept his eyes on The Grill. “Forget I said anything.”
“Generally speaking, I can’t even remember you exist much less your inane excuse for banter.”
The absurdity of the statement forced a chuckle from Alaric. “You are so full of shit.” Damon huffed out a noncommittal sound. “Seriously, you’re always, ‘Let’s go kill something, teacher!’ You can’t keep your hands off my weapons, you stalk me through town at any given opportunity, and now that my not exactly dead vampire wife is in town you’re shadowing every step I make.”
Damon kept his eyes on the entrance to The Grill and didn’t speak.
“I think you like me.” Alaric didn’t bother to hide the dopey grin on his face. “I think you want to be” -- he nudged Damon with his elbow and clasped both hands together in front of his heart -- “friends.”
Damon nudged him back none too gently. “I don’t have friends.”
“You are the biggest liar I have ever met. And that counts student excuses for not turning in their homework.”
The door to The Grill opened and Isobel stepped out onto the sidewalk. She looked right at them and then blurred away.
“Come on.” Damon tugged at Alaric’s jacket sleeve. “Let’s go see what she wanted. And when that pleasant conversation is over I’ll get you drunk.”
Alaric kept his eyes trained in the direction Isobel had disappeared to until Damon grabbed him by the wrist and forced him to move.
Last Part
Title: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Pairing: Damon/anyone he damn well wants
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Damon is a vampire. There will be death, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode.
Spoilers: 1.21 Isobel Some dialog taken directly from the episode
Notes: thank you
moosesal for the betaPrevious parts here
“What do you think they’re talking about?” Alaric regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth. He’d known better than to make small talk with Damon since the moment he met him.
“I’m sure Isobel is all ‘My darling girl, I can’t believe I let you go. Please come closer so I can drink your blood.’” Damon rolled his eyes and stared at Alaric. “And then Elena says, ‘No! You can’t drink my blood, but I’d like to get to know you, you’re my mother after all.’”
Alaric leaned back against Damon’s car and kept his eyes on The Grill. “Forget I said anything.”
“Generally speaking, I can’t even remember you exist much less your inane excuse for banter.”
The absurdity of the statement forced a chuckle from Alaric. “You are so full of shit.” Damon huffed out a noncommittal sound. “Seriously, you’re always, ‘Let’s go kill something, teacher!’ You can’t keep your hands off my weapons, you stalk me through town at any given opportunity, and now that my not exactly dead vampire wife is in town you’re shadowing every step I make.”
Damon kept his eyes on the entrance to The Grill and didn’t speak.
“I think you like me.” Alaric didn’t bother to hide the dopey grin on his face. “I think you want to be” -- he nudged Damon with his elbow and clasped both hands together in front of his heart -- “friends.”
Damon nudged him back none too gently. “I don’t have friends.”
“You are the biggest liar I have ever met. And that counts student excuses for not turning in their homework.”
The door to The Grill opened and Isobel stepped out onto the sidewalk. She looked right at them and then blurred away.
“Come on.” Damon tugged at Alaric’s jacket sleeve. “Let’s go see what she wanted. And when that pleasant conversation is over I’ll get you drunk.”
Alaric kept his eyes trained in the direction Isobel had disappeared to until Damon grabbed him by the wrist and forced him to move.
Last Part
