Re: Damon and Enzo
There were times when Damon didn't mind mingling around with those who made up the society here. It was good business to get to know who was here, and what they could do if needed. However, tonight was not one of those nights for exercising social skills. He would rather just be right next to the man who had taken up most of his thoughts since he walked in the door a week ago. If people were looking, he didn't care. He saw them as equals, both in looks and strength, well matched on all fronts. The two together were enough to bring women and men to their knees.
He leaned closer, teasing Enzo's ear with just a light breath. "Fine, but technically that wasn't even a term back then. I think we defy description, and 'bitter because he thought he killed the lover that he could never touch' gets way too many questions." If he would have known about the possessiveness, he would have taken him somewhere very private and let Enzo throw him against a wall, and have whatever he wanted. There were some who didn't like it and others who found it extremely attractive, especially when it was returned. Thus, this conversation.
"Stefan does care, too much really. I'm here. I want to know what you want." He nipped a little at his ear, just for effect. "We both have slaves, who can be like toys and we both know it. We have old acquaintances. I do know we would make a great team. Two's company, three's a party." He arched a teasing brow at Enzo. It was the way the island seemed to work, but he wasn't going to risk what he wanted for a fling. Once feelings were there, they stuck like cement. "Whatever you want. The rest can kind of fuck off right now."