#vargulfborn

     “ You up for a road trip? I gotta get --- somethin’ from our place in Mystic Falls, Julian’s busy, and I don’t feel like havin’ road rage the entire way there. ”

     “ Take care of that, won’t you, friend? ” It’s too casual for what he’s asking him to do, and perhaps that’s the fun of it. Everyone else knows what’s about to happen; this poor bastard has no clue.

     He allows them a moment of reaction time before there’s a careful tug toward him. Even if he has the go ahead, he’s still careful. “ Sit. ” It’s low, and perhaps the other man hadn’t heard it. Stefan doesn’t care. He knows the hybrid did.

     Skin is cold beneath him. Not unlike his own, yet Damon cozies in anyway -- there is a sleepy sort of snort, as he raises his head from their chest. Fangs lower, and it occurs to him that asking might get him what he wants quicker; his mouth pauses inches from their neck, a questioning glance upward at them. “ Please? ”