Characters: Damon, Alaric, some Elena
Word Count: 10K
Disclaimer: The Vampire Diaries does not belong to me. If it did, this would obviously be canon.
Warnings/enticements: BDSM, Sub!Damon, Dom!Alaric, anal sex, oral sex, rimming, bloodplay, tw: cutting, bondage, spreaders bars, subspace, lots of loooooovely aftercare
Summary: “You do not use teenagers as bait,” Alaric says, or shouts, as his fist crosses Damon’s jaw. There is a rich, commanding timbre to his voice that he scarcely recognizes. “You have something to deal with, you call me.” He pushes Damon roughly against the wall, hand scrunched in his t-shirt. “Those kids are my job.” He has a tirade prepared. “With Jenna gone…”
He never gets past those first few syllables, because when Damon’s back is slammed against the wall for the second time, he goes suddenly very limp and pliant. His features soften.
Once he’s seen it, Alaric isn’t sure how he could possibly have missed it before.A/N:
Not my usual fare. Please take the warnings seriously. And hi! Missed you guys.
Read it on AO3. Not posting this one to FFN - I might post a link, but this is pretty extreme, and I don't want complaints.