compelling-killer:

Damon could hear the affect he was having on Alaric and it only caused his smile to grow bigger, along with other parts of his body. “Well, maybe I could participate a little more in class, given the proper motivation.” He let his gaze travel over Alaric’s body once more before meeting his eyes. “If you feel the need to unwind, you know how to reach me.”

He turned on his heel, books in hand as he walked out of the room. Oh, Alaric was hooked for sure. It would just be a matter of time before his lust won out over the cautious part of his brain. Damon still had a problem. He was hungry and after that tete-a-tete with Alaric, he needed to quench that thirst as soon as possible. Spotting a redhead walking back to her dorm alone, Damon sped up and walked beside her. He had a bit of polite conversation before he compelled her to follow him without a word. Sometimes, it was good to be a vampire.

The ride home was a blur. His mind a mesh of thoughts laced with denial, confusion, and eagerness. It was the great internal debate - whether or not he actually wanted to go through with this, to let go of his list of morals and just do what he wanted to do. It was against school policy to be involved with one of his students, he knew that. If anyone of the school board found out, they could easily throw him away and pick up a replacement to fill his slot. He needed the job - it was the best he’s had in his life. He loved it. Loved teaching. Loved the history… But who would find out? If they both were careful enough, no one would.

There was no guaranty that it was more than a one time thing. He needed a distraction, needed to stop thinking about it for at least a few hours. He grabbed the unfinished papers from last night and seated himself at his kitchen counter and lost his thoughts in the monotony of redundant essays. He flew through them - each paper marked and graded by dinner time, miraculously free from the influence of alcohol. Alaric smothered a yawn with his large hand, eye catching the neatly scrawled number on his palm. Did he want to call? Of course he did, he couldn’t kid himself. Should he call? That was the real question. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. He shouldn’t. But he did. His fingers fished his cell from his pocket, quickly dialed the number, and hit send before he had another chance to talk himself out of it.

(Source: whiskeyandhistory)

compelling-killer:

“Oh no, we wouldn’t want that.” Damon smiled, enjoying the fact that Alaric seemed to be okay with his flirtations and come-ons. “You’re right. I have an unfathomable ability to watch your every move and maintain my grades. But then again, I have a hard-on for history.” He picked up his books and offered Alaric a half-smile.

He enjoyed the man’s banter and who knew, he might even start showing up for class every day if he could get a little after hours extra credit. “You know, if you ever need help with anything, I’m available.” Damon grabbed a pen from his pocket and walked around Alaric’s desk. He took his hand and wrote his cellphone number down on it. Clicking the pen closed with his mouth, he leaned in to closer to Alaric, “Day or night.”

“Maybe you should express your… enthusiasm more often, then.” Alaric’s lips wore his signature flirty smile, eyes bright and crinkling despite the years of baggage they held. What was he even doing? He was flirting with his student. His male student. He wasn’t gay. Not at all - yet the guy’s smirk and shiny blue eyes were nearly enough to make him half hard. This is wrong on so many levels, his brain protested, but it didn’t stop him from letting his gaze linger on Damon’s flush lips. 

Damon’s hand was smooth and cool against his own rough and callused skin - electrifying. His fingers ached to graze his flesh, to feel the young skin under his thick, rough hands. He watched in silence as the numbers were scrawled on to his palm, the proximity doing nothing to keep his thoughts pure and innocent. Warm eyes met cool ones as Damon’s body shifted closer to his. His blood was practically buzzing. “Being a history professor is hard work. I am always overwhelmed when it comes to grading papers,” his voice was low and raspy, either another sign of his exhaustion, or something entirely different. 

(Source: whiskeyandhistory)

compelling-killer:

Damon shifted his books from one arm to the other. He wasn’t surprised that Alaric was giving up without a fight. The poor guy looked like he’d done twenty rounds with a sumo wrestler and lost every one. At the suggestion of making it harder, Damon had to smirk. “I’m always up for a challenge, Ric. And I think I may be growing too attached to my surroundings to take a different course.”

If Alaric wasn’t catching the hints that Damon was throwing his way, then he might just have to be less subtle. He set his books on Alaric’s desk, leaning over it with his palms pressed flat. “Between you and me, I don’t see how any of your students get passing grades. Most of the time, their attention seems to be less focused on their books and more on you.” His eyes wandered up and down his professor’s body, taking in as many details as possible. Damon licked his lips as his eyes made contact with Alaric’s once more.

“Well,” Alaric started, his eyes casting downward as he slung his bag over his shoulder. “Maybe I’ll just have to make more involved exams especially for you.” His tired gaze met the piercing blue one with a smirk planted on his lips. “You know, since you’re too attached to my class,” he added with a nonchalant shrug. “And we just can’t let all that intelligence go to waste, can we?” Alaric paid no mind to the suggestive tone which laced his own voice. His rational mind told him to remain professional, but there was something about the young man in front of him that made him disregard appropriate actions. 

At this point, Alaric was confident that Damon was coming on to him. That was too blatant that anything his hungover mind could construe. And, for some reason, it didn’t phase him in the least bit. “That doesn’t seem to be a problem for you, Mr. Salvatore.” The professor’s eyes stayed locked with Damon’s despite their yearn to roam the man’s lithe form. “But feel free to correct me if I’m wrong.” 

(Source: whiskeyandhistory)

“I don’t want to be a vampire, Damon.”

“And just what the hell do you think I’m supposed to do without you? I’m sorry, Ric, that’s a stupid choice and I can’t let you make it.

(via longclawed)

thequeenofdrama:

TVD Posters
↳ History Repeating [Episode 9, Season 1]

”Alaric Saltzman. It’s a mouthful, I know it doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. Saltzman is of German origins; my family immigrated here in 1755 to Texas. I, however, was born and raised in Boston. The name Alaric belongs to a very dead great grandfather I’ll never be able to thank enough. You can call me Ric. I’m your new History teacher.”

thequeenofdrama:

TVD Posters
↳ A Few Good Men [Episode 15, Season 1]

”We’re kindred spirits, abandoned by the woman we love. Unrequited love sucks.”

(via ilove-youallthesame)

(via ilove-youallthesame)

(Source: vd-gifs)