Date: Wed, 31 Mar 2010 13:42:57 +0500
From: Phunk Factor <phunkfactor@gmail.com>
Subject: Vampire Sex Diaries Chapter 11

Disclaimer; This is a story about characters from the television show
Vampire Diaries. It is a work of fiction and the author does not claim any
knowledge about the private lives of actors appearing in the show, also this
story implies nothing about their sexuality. I do not own these characters,
adapted for television by produced and created by Kevin Williamson, and is
loosely based on the series of novels by L. J. Smith. It is produced by
Outerbanks Entertainment, Alloy Entertainment, CBS Television Studios and
Warner Bros. Television.

Note from Author; This story contains sexual situations and if you're under
age or are offended by homo-erotic works, you should probably stop reading
now. If you're not, continue reading and please comment. I'll be delighted
to hear your opinions and suggestions about it at phunkfactor@gmail.com .
Happy reading! :)

Stefan's mind went blank. He felt the adrenaline surge through his body as
it slipped into 'flight or fight' mode. But he couldn't fight Mr. Saltzman,
he wasn't hurting him. But if he knew about Stefan's secret, then he was in
deep trouble. He might just have to kill him. The thought of killing the
older man sent chills through his spine. Stefan wondered that if he knew,
how much he knew. Either way Stefan was in deep trouble.

"Are you a vampire?", Stefan blurted.

Alaric laughed, "Me?! A vampire?!", he asked in disbelief. "No, Stefan! I'm
not a vampire!" he told shaking his head looking deep into Stefan eyes.

Obviously, he couldn't be a vampire. Unless he was recently made on. Could
be a human, one of those who were aware that vampires very much existed in
this world. "Then you're a human?", Stefan asked as soon as he thought.

"Very much!", he responded once again with the same easy smile.

"How do you know?", Stefan asked.

"I've been on the chase of a very specific vampire!", Alaric responded
letting go of Stefan's wrist. "The vampire who killed my wife!", he
completed. Stefan felt his heart lurch. Loosing a loved one is a terrible
pain, and the fact that he couldn't explain it to anyone how his wife died
was even worse. "It has given me enough knowledge about your kind." he spoke
angrily. The spite in his voice when said 'kind', was clearly visible.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!", Stefan whispered, giving his shoulders a gentle
squeeze.

"Don't be! If you want to feel sorry for anyone, feel it for the fool who
did it!", Alaric growled the second half of the sentence. Stefan crept
closer and kissed him. He never felt closer to anymore more than now. He too
had lost people close to him. He also felt admiration for the courage this
man possessed. Clearly being a human, he had the disadvantage of inferior
strength, speed and endurance but it had not slowed down his passion for the
kill.

Alaric responded to Stefan's kiss and pulled him closer. The two were very
much intertwined, and they would have continued their act if Stefan's acute
sense of hearing detected some people approaching. He quickly withdrew from
Mr. Saltzman, "Someone's coming!" he reasoned.

Alaric straightened up and fixed his hair as Stefan picked up his bag and
slid it over his broad shoulders. "I'll catch you later!", Stefan murmured.
Alaric nodded in response. He began walking towards the door, but before he
could reach it the door opened and the principal entered along with Tyler
Lockwood. Stefan decided to stay for the show. The principal was clearly mad
and was scolding Tyler about how he would be in detention along with his
grandchildren. Stefan had to suppress a strong desire to giggle. Tyler
wasn't looking at the principal, but he did throw Stefan a look of disgust
and then, he smiled. He's flipped, Stefan thought.

Tyler collected his bag as the Principal hovered over him and when he was
done, he grabbed him and took him back to his office scolding all the way of
how he had no regard of rules and regulation and how much his parents would
be disappointed with him. He doesn't care, Stefan thought.

"Stefan!", Alaric piped. Stefan turned towards him in response. "Did you
have anything to do with Tyler skipping detention?", he asked.

Stefan smiled in response, but didn't say anything. "Are you going to turn
me in?", he asked.

"No! But I am going to punish you myself!", Alaric responded and leaned in
for a kiss. As he kissed Stefan, he squeezed his left ass cheek through his
jeans. Stefan threw his arms around Alaric and kissed him passionately. This
felt better than anything had in the last 100 something years of his dead
life.

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Tyler drove in his car to his friend's Matt. He knew only Matt won't be
screaming his head off at him right now. His douchebag of a principle had
phoned his parents and they had ordered him to come straight home. As
expected he received a lecture of how he is not aware of his
responsibilities and he doesn't care about the importance of the respect his
parents have in this town. Tyler listened to it with his lips constantly
twitching, he wanted to tell his parents what had happened at detention but
they knew he wouldn't believe him. Funny thing was, if somebody else was
telling this to him, he won't believe them as well. Once they had stopped
screaming, he walked up stairs jumped down from his window and skipped to
his car. He needed to talk to someone right now, who won't judge him or
correct him. And there was only one person who didn't do any of those
things; Matt Donovan.

As his car screeched into the drive-way, Matt opened the door. He only let
Tyler and Elena park in his drive-way. Anybody else would simply have to
park somewhere else. Matt opened the door and saw a very sober Tyler. He had
expected him to be drunk, because that is what normally Tyler was when he
stopped by his place. Stinking drunk, so that his parents would not find
out. He would stay in for the night and then leave in the morning. It had
happened more times than Matt could remember.

He dragged himself to the couch and collapsed. "Bad day?", Matt asked.

"The worst", Tyler mumbled with his eyes closed.

"Care to tell me about it?", Matt volunteered as he tossed Tyler a beer.

"I would! But I'm not sure you would believe it!", Tyler said. His voice was
soaked in sarcasm that stung. But Matt was his friend, he didn't give it a
second thought.

"Try me!", Matt poked.

Tyler took a sip of his beer and looked up to Matt who was sitting on a bar
stool across the room. Clearly Matt wasn't willing to let go off a
situation, he bit his lips as he thought about telling Matt about his
frigg'in weird day. But partly he was not believing it himself. With a huge
sigh and a sip of beer, he began recounting what happened today.

By the time he had finished Matt had changed position from behind the
counter to sitting on the couch with Tyler's head in his laps. As the last
words escaped his lips, Matt bent down and kissed Tyler. Tyler took sometime
to respond, with a caressing hands he rippled through Matt's hair and pushed
his lips closer. The tongues intertwined and testosterone scaled as the two
boys explored eachother's mouth. This had not been the first time this had
happened, but it felt better with each progressing moment. Matt and Tyler
shared a secret relationship that they had hidden from the entire world and
they knew for it to survive it must be kept this way. It was their dirty
little secret.