Title: Dark Candy

Type: Slash, Snark, Uncon, FirstTime, RST, Angst, Smut

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries [ Showverse ]

Pairing: Damon Salvatore/Jeremy Gilbert

Setting: Sometime after "The Sacrifice" (Season 2, Episode 10)

Word Count: 11030

Summary: As promised, Damon is about to sit for Jeremy so that he might get his art assignment completed. Jeremy had never imagined this might happened, having Damon model for him naked at the Salvatore home, especially after recent events left their relationship a little sour. Jeremy has a feeling Damon doesn't want him too turned on, or too platonic, which is difficult to deal with when Damon is being so hot. Surely this will end well, won't it? Besides, it's not Jeremy who is in a compromising position…yet. Fortunately for him, that doesn't last long.

Warnings: Not spiteful smut, although this particular chapter contains plenty of it, after previous chapters of build-up. NC-17 rating is given for the series, not any individual chapter, though no chapter will be completely "clean" (language, situations). Might be spoilerish to those who have not seen "The Sacrifice" (Season 2, Episode 10) or any episodes prior to that. This is a co-write, so apologies if the perspective seems a little choppy but here is your chance to stop reading. Jeremy is written by VarrosGirly and Damon by me, Jaxon666.

"Hey, this looks good right here," Jeremy had stopped to look into a larger room. The sunlight peeked in through the half-opened curtains, creating harsh contours against the furniture. "Yeah...what do you think?" When no answer came, Jeremy turned to where he expected the vampire to be, instead seeing him farther down the hall.

"Damon?" He was a little annoyed that he'd gone on without him, maybe he hadn't noticed Jeremy stopping. But he was a guest here, and getting angry at a vampire in his own home was probably a bad idea. Damon had even given him a beer when they'd arrived, and so it was better not to sour the pot when the pot was not easily sweetened.

Damon smiled as he stopped in his tracks when Jeremy called out to him, voice dulled by unexpected distance, turning to reveal that inimitable treat of pleasure that hung over his wicked lips. He wasn't even mad that he'd apparently been talking to himself for a short while. No. Instead, Damon was only amused, by Jeremy's adorableness. "Try to keep up Jeremy, it's not like I have an eternity to wait for you catch up or anything.", Damon toyed, with more measures of friendly irony than his usual brand of belittling sarcasm, expectant look being beamed in Jeremy's direction.

Jeremy's eyes rolled the slightest bit as he looked back into the study, quickly scoping out a spot that he wanted to use. "Yeah, I know...this room?" So maybe he didn't mind the gentler teasing as much as he seemed to; it was probably the best he'd get out of Damon. He stepped halfway in, sliding his bag off his shoulder and checking which paint colours he'd kept in there today. Yep, those would work great for this setting. "Thanks again, man," he nodded as Damon approached, "I would've been sunk without this."

So Jeremy wasn't exactly waiting for Damon's permission to use the room he'd found for their little art endeavour, darting in without even looking to Damon for approval. The vampire almost laughed; Jeremy was like a squirrel. There was a nut joke in there that Damon stopped himself from making to completion, in his head. He liked that Jeremy was naive enough to skip over the rules sometimes; it was cute, because he didn't realise how quickly that could get him killed. Jeremy was Damon's own human-shaped chaos game, apparently his to play with too, and oh how he just might.

He followed the young human into the room, not caring about what Jeremy had to do to set up, "Sure whatever. Where do you want me, squirt?", little did Jeremy know, Damon would be fully naked by the time he had set up and peered over his easel to answer Damon, standing there so unashamed of himself that he seemed to have the nature of another kind of thing entirely; far from human.

"Uh, over on that couch?" Jeremy waved his hand toward the dark leather sofa, where bands of light streaked. He looked up from the blank canvas, almost immediately looking down again, slightly red in the face. "That was...sneaky." Jeremy busied himself with setting up the paints, keeping his sight focused on the task at hand. But he so wanted to take a quick glance, just to look. Damon would definitely notice if he did, though, so he couldn't risk it. Not with the vampire's temper. Once the little tubes of acrylic were in order, he shot a brief side glance to the couch, where Damon was still very naked. "Um...uh, those sheets, the black ones. Could you...?" Jeremy gestured vaguely with his hand again.

"Oh right...you're not good with the whole Damonic nudity, being that you're all human and hopeful little brother role to the awesomest badass vampire in town, hmmm?" Damon hardly rushed to cover himself and remedy the cause of Jeremy's stifled glances, but he did eventually lay across the chaise lounge and drop the satin sheets over himself without any real precision, "You better make me look good. I don't let many people paint me. Least not this century."

Jeremy smiled at that, just a bit more than a little. "Nudity's not...yeah, ok." He wasn't about to let his mouth run away with him, not when he was actually capable of paying attention to it. Jeremy squirted some lighter colours onto his little plastic palette first, looking at the vampire with a tilted head. "Well, making you look good can't be that hard." Shit, did he just flirt a little? Really? He quickly dabbed a paintbrush into the thick colours, mixing them. Something about the sheets bothered him, though, as he kept glancing between his canvas and Damon. Jeremy leaned back, frowning slightly.

"Can you...like pull them sorta...this way?" He mimed putting the fabric behind him, tucked at the waist. "It'll look better...with the light."

"Do it yourself.", Damon rolled his eyes sounding bothered, but at least he wasn't chastising Jeremy for flirting with him just now. In fact it seemed like Damon hadn't noticed at all, except for the fact that not much didn't get by him. Perhaps instead then, he just didn't care. "You're into this artsy stuff then? Guess it runs in the family, with Elena being all melancholy journal girl. Yep. Looks like the Gilbert gene makes for tragically artistic types. So tortured, so expressive!", those last four words were one's set to mock Jeremy, and brightly so, but Damon's eyes did that job far better in their manic pulsations.

A small sigh passed through Jeremy's lips as he stood, setting down his brush carefully. He crossed the space between them, pausing a second before reaching for the smooth sheet. At least Damon was distracting him from his own thoughts by making fun of him. "No. Elena and I aren't much alike...at all." Jeremy pushed the black fabric behind the vampire's body, just above his ass. There was an expected shock when his hand brushed against the cold skin on its way back.

"But hey, at least if I'm painting, I'm not getting stoned." Jeremy shrugged and smiled a little, grabbing the bunched up bottom of the sheet and folding it out over the end of the couch and onto the floor. It did look pretty cool. Satisfied with the effect, he went back to his painting, resuming his work. "Damon...can I ask you something?"

Damon didn't respond much at all to Jeremy's touches; they were irrelevant. It wasn't like he minded them but he was too busy being him to really pay Jeremy's hands any mind. Besides, his personal space was way less prohibited than that of even an exceptionally slutty human. He pulled his eyes from the empty space he gazed into, rolling them again just once before responding to Jeremy's query, "Technically you just did. But sure, ask another. I love being interrogated, after all.", he answered, dryly, not looking impressed.

Jeremy's mouth shut quickly at Damon's tone. Maybe now wasn't the time to bring it up. Or maybe it was, there might not be another good time for it. Hopefully Damon wouldn't hurt him again. "The last time I was here...I mean, I tried to drug you...stake you. You barely batted an eyelid about it." Jeremy chewed on his lip, blotting more colour onto the canvas. "Why? I mean not that I want you to reconsider, I just can't figure how you let it go." A vague shape was forming in the paint, pretty accurate to what he saw in front of him. He stopped, though, for just a second, to look back up at Damon.

With Jeremy returned back to his place behind the easel, although Damon had barely paid attention to this repositioning, the vampire smirked irritatingly; the kind of smirk that he did which looked so full of itself that it seemed likely to jump off his face and take over the known universe. "I couldn't kill you. You're too cute for that.", he offered, more than half-serious, words coated in ticklish magic, before abruptly taking a more serious tone, "Besides, you wouldn't kill me. You love me-", Damon's eyes flared with hostile charisma, "-it just wouldn't be polite.", funny how Damon looked so alive when he was like this, drenched in the garish colour of his own ego.

Too cute? Something about it made Jeremy laugh quietly, though he believed what Damon was saying. It just seemed surreal, coming from him. He couldn't help it, the vampire always said just the right things to get whatever reaction he was going for. "I don't know about that, but...I definitely don't hate you." A darker colour joined the others on the palette, now; perhaps art really did imitate life after all.

"Sometimes I can't stand you...but yeah. I couldn't kill you...even if I really wanted to." Jeremy didn't think he would want to ever again, though, for some reason. Soft bristles scraped over the canvas in silence for a few moments. "You think I'm cute?" He phrased it to sound disbelieving, but maybe he just wanted to hear it again. Jeremy didn't hate the idea of Damon thinking that.

"Sure you love me. I make you blush. I make you smile. Who else can make you do even one of those things, hmm?", Damon insisted, typically smouldering as he did so, no effort exerted, "You should see your little face light up when I give you girl advice or, you know...hardly bother with you at all.", by the lilt of his mannerisms, it did seem that Damon was teasing his little human protégé, but in and amongst that, he was honestly telling him the truth, "I don't think you're cute, I know it. Like a little stuffed animal with big arms.", Damon's admission didn't make him even the slightest bit vulnerable. What did he care what he said, and since when had he ever?

Jeremy wasn't sure how he felt about Damon noticing when he blushed, which he was probably doing right now, through his smile. It was a wonder that he was able to continue focusing on the painting, with the vampire's words providing a heavy distraction. He laughed at his comparison to a muscular teddy bear, sounding more adorable than he knew. "OK, so I like hanging out with you. But you do this thing where I really like you for a while, and then I just-"

Jeremy was distracted again, as Damon's movements had severely altered the position of the sheets around his waist. "Hey hey, hold it Damon. You're messing it up." He didn't exactly frown, but he looked a little annoyed. At least he was still only blocking the basic colours.

Apparently Jeremy was still speaking, and in an effort to explain away the fact that he had a huge mancrush on the vampire he was painting. Damon had already found a new open space to fixate upon, when Jeremy's tone twanged to pluck at his attentions, "Whatever.", he shrugged. He really didn't care about being the best model in the world, aside from being ridiculously hot of course.

The painting continued in silence for a little, and Jeremy found a way around how the sheets looked now. It was still artistic enough for him. He bit back from starting a new strain of thought out loud a few times, unsure if he'd really like the answer that resulted from it. But what harm would it really do? "Do you...I mean, I like doing stuff with you, and I'm probably not a vampire's top human hangout choice, but...you like hanging out like this, right?" Unless it was just Damon playing nice, which Jeremy hoped it wasn't. There had to be some reason that the vampire didn't brush him off every time they spoke.

Those big, vampiric eyes shattered themselves, usually made of ice, now something electric. He didn't know it, but Jeremy was being too precious for Damon not to react to right now. Jeremy would realise the polarizing expression he was being subjected to, however, "Like this? I'm not sure. First time you've had me in my birthday suit.", Damon quipped, but after enjoying Jeremy's reaction for a second, he went on to answer more accurately, "I wouldn't do stuff with you if I didn't like it.", Damon parted with, not knowing it was like a big black gift wrapped in blood red ribbon. Vampiric treats where on the top of Jeremy's not-so-secret little wish list.

Jeremy's eyes widened, in iris as well as lid. Of course he hadn't meant exactly like this, although having Damon naked wasn't awful. Not yet, anyway. Something had changed in the way Damon was looking at him, too. He didn't know exactly how, but it was kind of exciting. New. And now he was getting the answer he'd hoped for, which made him grin wider than he had all day.

"Cool. Maybe you could...come over sometime. To just hang...y'know, when there aren't missions and stuff." Jeremy beamed at his canvas, now using a finer brush to define the shape of the vampire.

Damon's first impulse was to say something wicked and demeaning, but on second thought he caught himself and did not fight the reality that the kid sincerely liked him, and he didn't hate that. "You're a little young.", Damon had meant to be his friend, which wasn't unreasonable considering his inhuman age, although he soon turned to a less dismissive line of thinking, "You never know Little Gilbert. Stranger things have happened...and I guess I do kind of like the fact that you have a crush on me. Funny.", he teased, but meant every word, all at the same time.

"Everybody's a little young for you, aren't they?" Jeremy didn't let it ruin his mood just yet, since Damon's own mood tended to shift easily. Which it then did. Of course, he couldn't exactly deny crushing on the vampire. He'd tried to kiss him the last time they hung out. But that had ended, well in a word, badly. "I don't think it's funny," he shrugged, "I'm a little...I dunno, cursed? When it comes to liking a vampire, I mean." The past two he'd been with had both died, and very unexpectedly. Elena didn't have that problem, lucky her.

"Nobody asked what you think.", sadly, Jeremy was too far away for Damon to flick his forehead for being a sensitive little twerp, "So that's all it is? You just got a permanent boner for vampires? Hey, I'm not judging...not offended either. It's still cute that you want me...and you know you do.", Damon left no room for Jeremy to try and deny it, even a little.

He squirmed a little, not liking how Damon belittled him. But he was doing that thing again, where Jeremy couldn't help but like him, even if it was a bad idea. "Not for every vampire. You don't see me running around trying to hang out with Stefan." He cursed silently at himself for what he'd implied. "But I did want to be one not that long ago, remember? I've just...well, always liked darker stuff. Vampires are just…cool to me." Jeremy stared intently at his painting as he added in a mutter, not even realizing it was out loud, "And…you're hot."

It tickled Damon that Jeremy could admit it out loud, "I am though, aren't I?", cocky as ever, even if was a lot more friendly now than usual. "Why don't you put that brush down and take a break-", Damon patted the seat next to him, swinging his legs forward so that Jeremy could sit with him, if he accepted the invitation to, "-I want to hear more about how hot I am.", Damon was in a playful mood, which was favourable to many of his others.

Jeremy looked slightly embarrassed that he'd voiced his thoughts, no matter how quietly. Damon could hear everything, of course. He'd just started putting definition to the vampire's dark hair when he was beckoned over. It would be a bad idea to refuse, right? Bad house guest etiquette...or something. "Uh, sure. Yeah." Jeremy wiped the brush off on a small napkin and stood, hesitating briefly. No matter how well things were going, Jeremy felt it necessary to just feel for the ring on his finger. You just never knew. He pushed the sheets aside so he could sit on the couch without the risk of pulling them from Damon's lap.

"I um," he laughed once, seeming anxious about something, "You're...well. I mean, it's easy to uh..." Jeremy tried not to stumble over his words, failing miserably. "Pretty much everyone wants to...fuck you. And your eyes are like..." He scratched the back of his neck, looking anywhere except the satin. "Do I have to keep saying it? You've heard it all, I'm sure..."

As soon as Jeremy had sat next to him, maybe even a little sooner, Damon was pinching at his closest cheek with a thumb and index finger, wiggling about the flesh he'd grabbed before letting it go. "You don't need to be shy around me, Jeremy. Save that stuff for the humans, or the vampires you know with a solid set of standards and morals.", though his approach was aggressive, Damon could also put others at ease, somehow, like now.

"You like my eyes?", Damon asked, grinning like a handsome psychopath, leaning his head much closer to Jeremy's, forcing him to look into those eyes the human so admired, evidently. He flashed a slip of a smile for less than half a second before breathing out some laughter. "Relax. I'm like the fun uncle remember? The one who lets you drink beer so long as no one else finds out. Only we're not really related, so you can crush on me hard without feeling like a freak. The part where I'm a vampire and that makes you drool is kinda freakish though. Can't help you with that.", when he wanted to, Damon could be upbeat, and so disarming. He almost made it possible to forget that he was a cold blooded killer when the mood struck. Almost, but not quite.

Jeremy winced a little, rubbing his cheek once Damon let go of it. It stung just a little, but he somehow didn't really mind it. Jeremy could barely make a complaint on it, though, when Damon was very much in his face, making him draw back just a little. The move was like a wild animal had suddenly approached him for a curious sniff, to figure out if he was food or not. Which it could likely be. Jeremy gulped, unable, perhaps unwilling, to look away from Damon's eyes. There was something about them that he'd always liked. Maybe their colour, maybe the way Damon used them...he couldn't decide which yet. He couldn't help his heart jumping just a bit, being quite this close.

"Yeah...yeah. I don't drool, though...I just think vampires like you are...badass." God, Damon's lips were just right there. And there was barely any room between their faces now. Jeremy did relax, his head moving forward just a bit. "If I had really made myself a vampire...I would've...asked you more." Damon had advised him on how vampires worked, sort of, and he seemed to be pretty successful with it.

"Badass? I always thought I had a pretty good ass myself...you wanna check?", Damon's striking face grew hungrier with mischievous intent; Jeremy had described him just perfectly with one word. If he kept that up, he'd be getting rewards he'd only dreamt of.

Damon placed his hand gently on Jeremy's thigh, his huge grin barely holding back a snicker, "You like that? Me touching you?", it was an interesting thing; human impulse. Damon vaguely remembered his own, and even when he investigated those within others, it always seemed so alien to him; alien but extremely enjoyable at times, depending on the subject.

There was a plan building behind Damon's eyes, and Jeremy could tell that easily. He almost kept his mouth shut, but with his nerves piling up, it was doomed to run away with itself this time. "It's a really good one," he admitted of the vampire's ass, still caught by those eerily icy eyes. Then every muscle in his body tensed, and he wondered just what the hell Damon was doing. Confused, absolutely; disturbed, not so much. Jeremy looked down at the hand on his thigh, instant rush of adrenalin crashing through his body involuntarily.

"I...Damon..." His gaze returned to the vampire's face, his expression hesitant and a bit nervous. "You already know that I...how I feel about you," Jeremy winced slightly at the admission, "Do you have to tease it out of me again?"

"Not teasing...asking.", Damon gave up on the idea of trying to explain to a human how a vampire might be genuinely and most literally intrigued by testing human impulses, and learning from them, first hand. Then Damon found himself feeling a little peckish. Jeremy being such willing prey, so delicate and open in his submission; far from Damon to fully resist.

"What if I wanted to see it?" he asked with a shit eating grin and a patronising batting of his eyelashes, the index finger of one hand pointing over the crotch it now hovered above, and then lowering to tap at the thick denim fly, just enough for Jeremy to feel a cushioned thud, "You'd totally whip it out wouldn't you?", Damon was about to burst in amusement and disbelief, "Wow. You're like my bitch. I've had worse.", he resided to, comfortably.

Jeremy pretty much stopped breathing for a few seconds, staring wide-eyed at Damon. "OK, I like...you touching me." If Damon seriously wanted to see Jeremy's dick, he wouldn't be able to stop him from doing so, even if he really didn't want to show it. It was a bit surreal, that question. He'd thought about the vampire asking some version of that before, with a very different expectancy of reaction. This was nothing like his brief daydreaming, though. Especially once he felt the soft thump to the crotch of his pants, sending his pulse into a racing speed.

"No I wouldn't!" He probably would, though, without too much protest. "I'm not your...bitch." Jeremy flushed a little, but kept his face as serious as he could manage. Damon would continue this, he knew it. He wanted to get back to painting, but knew that the vampire would most likely stop him if he got up. Alternatively, if he tried to return the moves being put on him, if that's what they were, Damon might slap him, or probably worse.

Damon almost choked on his sudden cough of laughter, "Look at you being all sensitive about it.", Damon occupied a rush of guile, tracing Jeremy's reactions with his eyes as he slowly moved that firm hand further up the young human's thigh, "You so would. Why not admit it?", Damon was fascinated by how warm Jeremy's blood had become, and how it filled his healthy complexion with foreign, virginal colour, frosty orbs shredding through the air, unable to decide which part of Jeremy to rest upon. His lips were reddened by saucy motive, and he was so darkly delighted that the sense of it alone ebbed from him, sending a cold yet subtle chill over the lovely human boy by his side.

"You hate it don't you...that you don't hate it. Wanting me. You so want me and you are SO my bitch! You're just lucky I haven't taken advantage of it yet. Or are you?", the vampire licked at his lips menacingly and smirked at Jeremy with a fluctuation of his eyes to boot.

Jeremy wasn't moving a single inch, not with Damon's hand edging closer to a more compromising location. It was useless to deny his position in the vampire's eyes, since he would most likely find himself in a situation where he'd have to admit it eventually. For now, he took ease in at least thinking himself to not be completely under Damon's influence. "I'd need a way bigger buzz before I took it out, but I wouldn't. Won't." A muscle twitched in his leg, and his breathing became a bit shallower as panic started to creep into his face.

"It doesn't matter what I want," he grimaced, "Cause you're just going to keep doing this shit to me until I admit to something. And then...hold it over my head and blackmail me or whatever." But he still wasn't asking Damon to remove his hand. He didn't want to admit it, yet, but he was liking how Damon toyed with him, physically. And something about this was exciting him, just a little. Maybe it was the possibility of Damon doing something to him, maybe it was the thrill of the unknown.

"Nope. No blackmailing. I like you remember, in a 'playing with my food' sort of way sure, but still. Like you. So long as your name doesn't change to Stefan or John, I'm not out to assrape your life.". With the hand that now sat at the top of Jeremy's thigh with a claiming grip, Damon tapped his fingers in a fanning, consecutive rhythm, fingertip stopping after a while to vaguely stroke at the thick denim fly of Jeremy's jeans, in such a way that nothing beneath the fabric could have felt it. Damon wasn't going to give Jeremy anything he wanted, until he was ready to admit it and plead for it with that desperate, whispery boy-voice of his.

"What if I start undoing these buttons, hmmm? You gonna stop me? I think you want me to. You do don't you?"?, Damon carefully popped apart just one of the buttons from where it had been fastened, with a slight of hand that magicians and croupiers alike would envy. He gently flicked Jeremy's nose and smirked again, "So cute. I could just eat you up. No, literally...vampire, remember."

He literally bit his tongue, eyes pulled down to the devious, pale hand that mocked him. Jeremy gasped sharply, a small wave of arousal flowing over him as Damon stroked at his zipper. Right above his goddamn dick. They both knew he wouldn't stop Damon, not even if he tried to. Jeremy's mind darted everywhere at once, shutting his brain down for a moment, until the flick brought him back. Jeremy looked at the vampire for only a moment, those pale eyes bright and painfully menacing in how much they knew of what was coming. The Gilbert boy blushed, running his hands through his hair slowly, glancing down to see, to his shock, that his jeans were already one button undone.

"Ok...Damon...I..." he groaned, not making eye contact, "I want you to...I can't stop thinking about it. Just...if you're going to, then do it already, I'm..." Not hard yet, but definitely on his way to it. He finally met Damon's eyes again, chewing hard on his lip.

Damon quickly rolled his eyes and removed his touches from the boy as soon as he spoke out in admission. He huffed in amusement; Jeremy had taken the bait, just as he thought. "Can't stop thinking about it? That's a little romantic don't you think...I was only toying with the idea of taking a quick peak.", the thought of engaging with Jeremy in some sort of elaborate, lovey-dovey way, clearly repulsed Damon, who now held a completely different posture, dismissive of the one previous to it.

"Get back to your painting. I'm getting bored, fast.", and by now, Damon had rolled his eyes a number of other times. He was enjoying Jeremy's delicious helplessness until he went and complicated things with that horrid human sentimentality.

"Thinking about you doing stuff to my dick is romantic?" Jeremy's voice cracked a little; he was confused, slightly aroused, and embarrassed all at once. It was hard to pick which one was at the front of his mind. "You can..." He stopped himself from continuing. The last time he tried to get back the playful mood Damon had been in, he got his nuts crushed. The vampire was obviously in a mood again, and a quick-changing in Jeremy's opinion, so maybe it wasn't best to push things.

"I...if you'd just asked instead of all the..." he gestured, standing and looking awkward, "I would've..." Jeremy turned to go back to the painting. "Hell, maybe I am your bitch. I keep doing all the shit you tell me to." He shrugged, walking to his easel. If Elena ever got wind of any of this, he'd possibly consider trying to kill Damon again.

"That's more like it. A Gilbert that knows his place.", but not the only one that was Damon's bitch, if the vampire was ever asked for his perspective. At least his attitude had returned to a warmer one, so suddenly, again. Damon's temperament did that; ducked and dove and punched holes through any mountain of typical social ruling. Even a simple keyword could set him off, or soothe him. A long time passed after that, in silence. Damon remained perfectly still; he just wanted this to be over so he could go and terrorize something, somewhere. That was a party. This was, well, blah, or at least it had gotten that way. Damn humans and their humany way of being human and spoiling all Damon's fun. "You almost done?"

Jeremy rolled his eyes, concentrating intently on painting so that he didn't get himself into any sort of trouble. He gave great attention to every detail, somehow capturing the icy glare that Damon possessed all the time. "Yeah. Main part's pretty much done, I can finish that up anytime. Background doesn't have to be-." He sat back, looking between the painting and Damon. It was easy to imagine what he missed when he'd gotten shy, looking away. "-it looks fine." Jeremy packed the brushes away, wiping down the palette.

"I'm never going to get what I want out of you, am I?" A little bold, maybe too much for this vampire, but Jeremy had thought today held promise.

"Depends.", Damon's head turned immediately, reflexes like a cat, "What do you want from me, and what are you going to do to get it. If it's anything involving feelings and promise rings, call Nick Jonas. Oh, and trying to resist me? That's fine...cute even. Just don't get too brave. Look what happened to Lexi for slapping my wrist...and she was much, much stronger than me.", Damon's brief smile caused the planes of flesh at either side of his eyes to wrinkle.

He got chills from the less than light threat Damon gave, knowing just how easily the vampire could get to him at a moment's notice. "Anyone would have to be stupid to even think about a relationship with you, Damon...but I'm over those anyway." Jeremy left the canvas as it was, to let it dry for a bit. "I just...I didn't want to think. I want whatever. Whatever I can get. That's all." He felt a little more comfortable admitting it with a distance between them, somehow. Not that he was much safer over at that side of the room than beside Damon. "OK fine Damon, I'm into you, and...well fuck it, I'm never going to do the right thing, because it always changes with you. So I guess I'll just have to make do with imagination." Jeremy sat back in his seat, long arms crossed over his chest.

"Do you?", Damon purged Jeremy's soul with a monstrously challenging glare, his words spoken softly in off-putting contrast, "Come.", the eldest, best looking Salvatore brother summoned the confused and anxious human to him again, looking up to his wary eyes as he stood directly in front of him where he sat, "What is it you like about me? Be very specific.", that middle word was much louder than the ones surrounding it. Hell, the least Jeremy could do for putting Damon on a downer earlier would be to raise his spirits now with a top quality ego massage. He might even get something out of it himself if he played his cards right. Was there ever a right hand to play though?

Jeremy's brief resolve was shattered, just by Damon's tone and expression. It would be the worst decision to disobey, even if the vampire was not really his keeper or master. Almost, or so it seemed to him now. He approached nervously, standing with his hands shoved deep into his jeans pockets. "Well, I really like your eyes..." he'd told Damon that earlier, though, maybe that would bore him. Now was probably not the time to be a reinforced fortress of thought.

"You dress like you're about to kick someone's ass…and you make it look expensive." Grimacing at himself more than anything, Jeremy continued, "And you look like you've...got…a big dick." Damon certainly carried himself that way, and the human liked that don't-give-a-fuck sort of attitude. Why he liked the idea of Damon having a big one, he didn't know. He couldn't help his eyes straying over Damon's body now, seeing it as a male teenager instead of an artist. It was definitely to his liking, which he'd known for a while. Nobody besides Damon knew anything about it, and he intended things to stay that way.

"Hmmm...more superficial than I would have expected, what with you being all tortured sketchbook kid.", one of Damon's eyebrows hooked upwardly as he investigated the boy for what to do next. It didn't bother Damon that Jeremy's given reasons for liking him were unprofound; he wouldn't be the first to want to fuck him for his looks, and he wouldn't be the last. Being hot helped when you worked hard at maintaining a reputation as an absolute asshole. "You didn't sneak a peak before?", Damon seemed titillated at the thought; he had something naughty to show that Jeremy wanted see. Good to know.

"Thought you liked fucking girls...Firecrotch Donovan, then Anna. Now you're a size queen all of a sudden, hmmm?", it sounded like Damon wasn't going to be an easy sell. He liked reasoning. Rules, not so much, unless they were his own. He patted the seat next to him one last time, this time swivelling to not only face Jeremy when he sat, but also sprawl out across him like a big majestic cat.

There were plenty of reasons for Jeremy to absolutely hate Damon, and plenty to like him just the same. It seemed easier to take the middle road and not care, since everyone he fell for died soon after. He was like the kiss of death, or something. Not good. Removing emotion from anything made sense. "I...wanted to look. But I didn't." Because he knew Damon would mock him or bring attention to it. Plus, would he even have been allowed? The insult to Vicki was almost enough to make him do something regrettable, but Damon had apologized in the past for what he'd done to the girl, and Jeremy had accepted it. He sat, blinking in surprise at his new job as furniture.

"It's...it's something I've thought about before. I'm not like some closet queen or anything. I don't watch gay porn." Jeremy didn't really see Damon as a subject for him to use for testing his sexuality, though. He was genuinely attracted to him, no matter how hard he tried to deny it at times. "I've already got it bad enough, last thing I need is to be class fag at Mystic High."

"But you have a new girl on your arm weekly." Jeremy scratched his neck, looking over the length of the silk sheets, touching them to see if they were as high quality as he imagined. They were. "Why even entertain my...what you know I want, I guess?"

"You think it's you I'm entertaining?", Damon's eyes were half shut as he teased Jeremy with an insinuated truth. He didn't offer Jeremy any sort of explanation as to his sexuality; that would make things too easy, and besides, Damon was bored by the human's comments. Some of them anyway. "You still want to see it? It's right there. You could just slip that sheet away and take a long hard look.", Damon didn't even try to conceal how much he was enjoying this.

And just like that, Jeremy was squirming, more mentally than anything, at how easy Damon was about himself. Why shouldn't he be, though? His fingers tingled, eager to pull the sheet away, when his subconscious poked at something. The way Damon had worded it. There had been nothing that gave Jeremy permission to actually do it, just that it was possible. But it was just right there. "Like you'd make it that easy on me," he said, hesitant and slightly anxious. "I...I still want to see it...what do I have to do before you'll let me?" Maybe that was the game now. Damon was always an impossible puzzle, probably to other vampires as well.

"You sure you want to see it? You're making plenty of excuses not to.", Damon shrugged looking more than comfortable with the situation, whatever way it'd go. Clothed, nude, it was all the same to Damon. Except for with fat people, they should really stay dressed. He leant his head to one side and gave Jeremy a prompting look, expressions stretched out in obnoxious pattern.

Jeremy gulped, his fingers hooking under the sheet's end at Damon's waist. He was more nervous about his own reaction than what the vampire made of it, honestly. It wasn't like he'd jump on it immediately or anything, though. Glancing at Damon again, he finally pulled the black silk away, breath held as he did so. "Uhh...shit, Damon-" Damon's dick was big. Bigger than any of the guys in the locker rooms at school, when they were comfortable enough to get naked.

The teen couldn't stop staring now that he'd looked. He didn't mean to, but it was just so different. It even still had the foreskin on it, something else he'd never seen. Finally he blinked, looking elsewhere, though his gaze kept returning to it. "That's...not even hard and…I think the word I'm looking for is 'damn'?" Then came the realization that Damon was fully naked in front of him. That thought shot a quick chill through him, making him shiver visibly. He still couldn't tell if this was a good or bad idea yet.

Mildly pleased by Jeremy's reaction, Damon found that presenting himself as a gift to a sexually hungry teenager was not humbling in the least. Just as well; Damon didn't do humble. "Your turn.", he winked, definitely not joking. Damon had a way of being naked and even engaged in some undescribed endeavour like this one, with Jeremy, without appearing to acknowledge it as sexual. Or perhaps it was just that Damon simply did not respond to such encounters with obvious human behaviours. After all, he was not human, was he?

"My...?" They were back to the question from earlier. Damon was asking, more of commanding, and Jeremy found himself wanting to give in. He wasn't sure what Damon intended, or if it was going to end in a way he liked. Jeremy pushed the vampire's legs off his lap, taking a deep breath as he started to unfasten his jeans. His hands shook a little; he was about to expose himself to a vampire who had killed him once, threatened him much more than that, and could rip his dick off if it didn't appeal to him. Teenage guys did the stupidest things.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this..." His mutter was toned with genuine disbelief rather than unwillingness. Jeremy lifted his hips from the couch, pushing his jeans down his thighs, hesitating with his fingers under his boxers. "Just don't...hurt me like you did last time...or anything. Please." Jeremy shut his eyes and pushed the boxers down to the jeans, keeping them closed. He didn't know if he wanted to see Damon's expression or not yet.

Moments passed and Damon's amusement was muffled only by a genuine lack of understanding as to why Jeremy was so tense. "Jeremy?", his deep voice attempted to snap the human out of it, as he shoved the boy's nearest shoulder, causing him to rock sideways. When Jeremy opened his eyes to face Damon, he'd only find a smile of filthy approval awaiting him, and alternating gazes, sharp as a hawk's. "Lighten up Jeremy. No need to climb back into your shell with a piece like that between your legs.", he winked again, to spurn the human on just as much as before, making a point not to word things politely, or maybe that came naturally. "Now...what to do. You're the creative one. Any ideas?"

As he sat straight again, looking at Damon, he couldn't stop the feeling of helplessness beneath that gaze. At least it didn't come from hands around his neck. Jeremy smiled, laughed a little even, at the vampire's banter. "Thanks." It rose a little in tone, as if it had been intended as a question but left as a statement. "Ideas?" He had plenty of those right now, that he'd been denying. Drudged up, he couldn't stop thinking of them now. Which sent a dull pulse to his groin, making his eyes widen as he continued to look into Damon's eyes.

"Yeah...yeah I have a few. About...your hands." Jeremy glanced at Damon's prick again, still amazed at it. He almost wanted to paint just that. "And my hands. And...and our dicks." He didn't quite blush now, but he still looked embarrassed.

"You want to touch it, do you? Hmmm...well-", Damon budged up closer to Jeremy so that the two were side by side now, Damon wrapping his arm around the youngster with an inhuman sense of comfort, pulling him in for a sort of one armed hug for a second. It was as though they were two college roommates out on a drinking binge. That's how Damon saw it. But then, their cocks were out. "-first...let's see if you can make mine look a little more like yours.", Damon's face was dancing with mischievous delight. He didn't invite Jeremy to pleasure him just yet, instead he wanted him to fiddle with his dick a little first, get used to the foreskin, see how it worked. Of course, he would enjoy how invested Jeremy would find himself in such a task.

"Well?", how casual Damon was in this situation, how unshrill his voice, how sedated his every movement and expression. It revealed the lie his form often told too well; he may have looked like a man, yet he was anything but. A fiend whose nature it was to devour. A playful fiend though.

For a second, Jeremy was terrified that he'd popped a boner without realizing it, though he was put at ease as he looked down. Still soft, at least for the most part...so far. There was something perverse to Damon's friendly embrace, given their current predicament. Jeremy looked down at the vampire dick, confused as to how he could function with the extra skin over the tip. If his hand had trembled at exposing himself, it was nothing compared to how it did now. "It's...it's weird," he muttered, his hand jumping twice before actually wrapping around the shaft. It was soft, but it looked like the skin rolled or something.

He was bizarrely fascinated, and soon forgot his nerves, using his other hand to push the skin down over the head. It rolled back easily, making his brow crinkle in light frustration. "Have you always had this?" Jeremy pushed the foreskin back again, holding it in place with his other hand, now glancing between it and his own. They looked similar now, but Damon was still bigger. That wasn't something he could change.

"Yep. You like?", the atmosphere Damon orchestrated was still one of brotherly friendship, before it was one of carnal intent. It was all one in the same to him; friendship and fuckery, love and hate, sweetness and cruelty. Jeremy was right to have some reservations, or at least try to. "You know I probably shouldn't do this-", by the rolling undertone of Damon's voice, it seemed he'd had second thoughts, "-which is why I'm totally gonna."

He grabbed Jeremy's nervous dick and started squeezing it pulling at it in random patterns, none of them gentle. Within seconds, Jeremy was rock hard within his fist. Damon's wicked snarl was actually a sign of pride. "Like I said. Totally my bitch.", he jested at how hard Jeremy had gotten for him, and how quickly, loving it though. "You do realise that I am frightfully good in bed, and just as demanding? Too late to back out now, Little Gilbert.", was that a threat? It sure sounded like one.

Within five seconds, Jeremy's expression flew from confused to shocked to nervous to aroused. He held tightly to Damon's cock like a lifeline, unable to do any sort of protesting. "Fuck, Damon," he looked at how the vampire's hand wrapped around him, how his body had immediately responded. No delays whatsoever. He was Damon's bitch, but he didn't want to say it again. Not if he didn't have to.

Jeremy didn't look quite miserable, but something like it, even though he was getting exactly what he wanted. "I won't back out..." He almost asked Damon to be gentle, at least at first, but that was a sure-fire way to get things very rough. Expectations had to be different for a vampire, especially a male one, and especially if that male was Damon. "Just…tell me how you want me to...I can follow." Jeremy tried, for now, repeating what Damon had done to him, though his effort was far more clumsy and slow, damn his human hands.

With no warning given, Damon yanked Jeremy over to him so that he was practically sitting in his lap, the human's body facing away from his. From this position, Damon continued to pump at the decently large piece within his grasp, with ferocious fervour. He made no apologies for it, and he wouldn't compromise even if begged by a thousand untouched nuns. "You think you could follow me?", he was amused at that, and quite rightly so; Damon was a tough act to follow or compete with, sexually or otherwise. His own soft prick being bobbed upon by the firm flesh of Jeremy's unfucked ass cheeks brought more than the promise of a smile to his lips.

A little vicious now, Damon nested a hand into Jeremy's hair and pulled his head back so that he might address him, and make a point. "We're not equals. I'm gonna show you how easy it is for me to make you cum, and you're gonna love it. That's what's happening here.", the words growled nastily into Jeremy's ear were almost monotonous, if not for slight stains of black. Contrary to the threat in Damon's tone, to which there was no mistake, the vampire then went on to lick at the side of the neck he had stretched back, scraping his fangs against the flesh without forming a cut; he was practically making out with the young, supple skin he found. His free arm pinned Jeremy to him with strength beyond that of a man. There was no escaping, not until Damon was done.

Jeremy shouted loudly in surprise, wriggling in Damon's grip a little, his own hands having lost their hold on the vampire. He did not want to get away, really, the way Damon was handling his dick was amazing. A string of moans slipped past his lips, his hips jerking with every pull of his cock. Jeremy didn't even feel the pang of fear when Damon yanked his head back, though it began to creep over him with the way the vampire spoke now. It was a very familiar tone, but at least it wasn't about to end with an injury. Hopefully not, anyway. Jeremy groaned his understanding, the brief fear fading just as quickly as it had come.

The second Damon's fangs hit his skin, a little jolt of excitement ran up and down Jeremy's spine. Maybe Damon knew how much he'd liked getting bitten, or could at least tell. But it was just a tease, of course. Damon wasn't going to let himself get out of control, he figured. Jeremy didn't mind the attention, though, it was a sensitive spot that he really liked. He gripped hard on the arm pinning him, wide eyes watching the ceiling. "Damon...can you..." Jeremy trailed off, thinking that asking for that bite would probably be frowned on, possibly punished. Bad idea.

"Shhh-", Damon whispered in Jeremy's ear, licking at it's warm little lobe a tad when he was done, "-it's time for your surprise.", and a surprise it would be. Damon continued to piston his fist harshly over the delectable meat held and dominated in his hand, pointing it at a somewhat downwards angle now so that it faced away from them both. Though he didn't break vampiric speed, Damon did proceed to go faster and faster, and his grip swore to squeeze Jeremy's lovely hard tool into a pulp. Any moans or gyrations that came only tickled Damon; he loved it. Jeremy smelt better than food now, more like sex; hot, clean, dewy, wrong sex. Just how he liked it. Maybe he should jerk off troubled adolescent males more often.

He kissed Jeremy's shoulder blades, fangs leaving marks upon the flesh his mouth and tongue had lightly soaked. And as if he had the ability to foresee the future, Damon's words lit up with playful spice, "There it is.", and no more than a second later, Jeremy's dick was spurting erratic streams of cum, the first of many shots projecting impressively far away. Damon bit his own smile back in sheer delight. As the boy writhed around in his grasp, awaiting the relief of its release, Damon instead twisted his fist around the plump, dusk pink head of that cock, as soon as it stopped cumming. He had only one thing to say, in front of any protest that might come, "Not until you go again.", and instead of a moment's sympathy for Jeremy, Damon simply smiled to himself. He was Damon; that should have been warning enough.

The fangs that had pressed into his skin had driven Jeremy over the edge, his hand holding hard enough on Damon's arm that it would have been a bit more than uncomfortably painful to ignore. And then he was cumming, harder than he could remember from something as apparently simple as a hand job. His husky moans danced to the ceiling as he came, the intense feelings pulled from him escalating, surely to begin fading as soon as Damon's hand left his cock. Which never happened.

Jeremy opened his eyes, twisting his head to look at Damon with a somewhat lost expression, unable to string pleading words together. With the continued abuse to his dick, Jeremy's legs twisted, his body trying to slide away from the grip making light work of his painfully sensitive head. Finally, he gave up the struggle, submitting to the vampire's will fully, the jump of his hips into the touch the only movement he offered. Jeremy's head was tilted back, expressions a mess of discomfort and intense arousal. He turned his face to look at the vampire through hazy, sex-filled eyes. "Bite me?" Jeremy was too far gone to wonder if it was a bad idea now, he just knew he wanted it.

"Earn it.", Damon didn't even entertain the boy with a pitch of voice that seemed fitting, let alone the answer he was looking for. In fact, he sounded more comfortable than his precise and brutal touches would imply. This was a lesson; Jeremy would get what Damon wanted him to have, nothing more nothing less, and only when Damon wanted him to have it. Still, Damon was certain that given the scent of this cute little fuck right now, he would taste quite intoxicating. The thudding call of those excited veins had been tempting. He rammed his fist over that meat again, feeling it twinge in his grip, its nerve endings unsure how to respond. Jeremy could kick his legs and throw himself around all he liked, he wasn't getting free. Not until he gave Damon exactly what he wanted.

"You feel that?", Damon asked softly, in proximity of Jeremy's ear again, speaking of his own erection which now levered beneath the yummy human's weight. "You did that. So naughty of you. Making me get all hard like that. You've been a bad, bad boy Little Gilbert. I like it.", by the rasp of Damon's words, it was vividly clear that he was very fucking turned on, and ironically, his words in turn could also arouse an iceberg if only it had ears. "Give your hot uncle Damon what he wants. Don't fight it.", he joked about being Jeremy's uncle, just because it was wrong. Hot too, he thought.

Jeremy actually whimpered when Damon refused to bite him, though he would probably deny it later. Each pass over his throbbing dickhead sent tingles of feeling all over him, too intense a sensation to take sitting still. The dark voice in his ear brought his attention to the solid length that was pressed firmly against his ass cheeks, and the combination drove him that much crazier. He wanted to hold it, jerk it, do almost whatever Damon wanted done to it, if only he could. There was no way to grab it, though, with how he was pinned to the vampire, who continued to punish him with worrying sexual appetite. Jeremy groaned the vampire's name, a little louder than he'd meant to, his second orgasm crashing down on him, like the drowning pull of the ocean. He could barely breathe now with how hard he came, and so soon, and with how much he'd struggled against Damon in the process. "Shit Damon, stop...hurts." Jeremy panted the words out, twisting in Damon's grip again.

"Fine.", Damon sounded bothered, releasing his hold of the boy and pushing Jeremy off him. He was just starting to enjoy that. Jeremy being human again. That was really starting to become annoying. He gave an obscenely sinful look of greed to his own dick for what seemed like minutes, and then just one simple glance back to Jeremy. "It's waiting.", his brow line flickered just twice, as if to provoke, his grin should have melted from his face for being so violently radiant.

He landed on his side with a soft thud, laying there and looking to Damon, who wasn't even close to any kind of end. Jeremy pushed himself up, thankful that he got to sit, because his legs would definitely not allow movement right now. He'd already handled the cock once, so jerking it off wouldn't be too weird now, right? He wrapped both hands around it, gripping the base and pulling down on the foreskin with the other before it began to pump, as hard as he could manage. "What..." he gulped once, evening his breathing more, "What do you want me to do?" Damon had given him two amazing, and very different, orgasms. It was only fair he give it a best effort. And he had said he was demanding; Jeremy wondered how much, and if he'd regret today later on. He watched the way the head peeked over his hand with each stroke, fascinated with how much it differed from his own.

"That's up to you. If I tell you what to do, it'd just be like I'm fucking myself. Much as I'd love to do that literally, I can do that practically, any time I like.", Damon flashed that 'fuck you very much' grimace, unkindly, in Jeremy's direction. "You didn't see it hard before.", he reminded the hot little man-shaped youngster, his Damonyness flaring up as he did so. "You like it don't you? You'd gay marry it if you could.", he winked again. Fucking Damon and his expressions.

"It's bigger," he could feel himself salivating for something he wasn't quite sure of, maybe something he should do, but he didn't know. "I...I like it. But I'm not gay marrying a cock." Jeremy returned his gaze to the length beneath his fingers, moving both hands over it quickly, feeling the strain in his shoulders slightly as he did, though he didn't care. He licked his lips, bending slightly at the waist, glancing at Damon as he moved further down. Should he really do it? Maybe try, and if he didn't like it...then he hoped Damon didn't either. If not, he would be severely out of luck.

Jeremy pulled his hands down, exposing the dark tip. Later, he wouldn't be sure whether he could really blame his rush of hormones. He lowered his face, hesitantly licking the tip, expecting a nasty flavour, but instead finding none. Yet, at least. Maybe it was a vampire thing. Not like he'd ever tasted penis before. Jeremy licked around it a few times, like it was a popsicle on a really hot day, before slipping the end into his mouth and sucking. It was a very foreign sensation to him, having something like this in his mouth. Before he could decide whether or not he really didn't mind it, he tried more of it, staring down at Damon's thigh with a deep concentration. Jeremy lifted his eyes to Damon quizzically for a moment, pulling the cock almost fully out, his hands continuing their motions over the shaft.

"Harder.", the vampire said informatively, as Jeremy peered up to him. Damon fucked like a wild coyote with rabies, Jeremy was sucking way too gently. In fact, Jeremy hadn't even started sucking yet, he was more so tasting. Damon did let loose a deep hum of approval though, after all, even a bad blow job wasn't bad, and this one hadn't even started. How could he complain? His girthy, gargantuan dick was inside Jeremy Gilbert's mouth. Jeremy's Gilbert's hot, young, nervous, salivating, wet, warm, virgin mouth. Damon could think of worse days. He placed a hand on Jeremy's head to help guide it for sake of rhythm and depth, otherwise relaxing fully against the back of the antique, pristine condition chaise longue he had been painted upon. Then, in the corner of his eye, he noticed something.

"Hard again, are you?", though it's likely Jeremy never softened with how turned on he was. Either way, Damon took it as a direct challenge; besides, he was hardly done with that dick anyway, was he? "Mine.", he wormed his arm through the awkward gaps formed by Jeremy's contorted torso, to find that lovely snake of arousal again, pumping it quickly, but less severely than before, for now. "You're in for a hat trick, you sexy little fuck. Feel free to moan for me. It's good for the soul.", and of course, if it wasn't evident before, Damon didn't have one.

Jeremy tilted his head so he could fit more into his mouth without losing air supply. It wouldn't do well to choke on vampire cock, though if he died from that, would his ring bring him back? He dismissed the thought, sliding his eyes shut and really sucking on Damon. This was different from eating out a girl, in more ways than he could count right now. But that didn't matter, either. All that did was that he suck as hard as he could and get Damon off even a fraction of how hard he had. Speaking of which, the hand that crept up on his remaining erection caught him off guard, though it thankfully didn't seem to want to pull his stomach out through his dick this time.

The grip was anything but gentle, though, and his hips were soon jerking randomly, his head bobbing as he dared to take more of that thick cock. He found that it did have a taste, sort of. The taste of Damon, but it was a good one. He wouldn't have been able to keep going if it hadn't been. Jeremy gave in and moaned around it, the sensations building up slower in him this time, as if his entire system was exhausted. His hand wrapped tightly around the base of Damon's cock, twisting as he grunted around it, sucking now as if it alone gifted him a supply of breathable air.

This went on for a while, and Jeremy was really giving it his all; he'd gotten a lot better at this as time had gone by. Damon had even stroked his head and told him so in varying forms of mumbled, gently put expletives. Damon had to slow down on Jeremy a number of times, giving him short breaks in between pumping sessions, not because he wanted to go easy on him, but because he wanted the boy to cum with him. "Kiss me, squirt.", he ebbed, smoulderingly, regardless of comical laconism. Jeremy's response was hesitant though, perhaps obstructed by current task, and so Damon took a more typical, unimpressed note, "Kiss me before I change my mind.", he wanted them to hum into one another's mouths as each forced the other to cum. Damon, as always, got what he wanted.

Damon's second, more command-like statement found Jeremy upright again, pumping at the thoroughly slick cock hard, pressing their mouths together eagerly. He had waited to remove his mouth from Damon's lap because he was actually enjoying the task. That had been a huge surprise. Jeremy gripped the soft, dark locks gently, groaning into Damon's mouth. His third orgasm felt like it was finally approaching, making his strokes over the vampire dick even faster, a frenzied pace. And then he came again, not as messily as the first, nor even the second, but it was just as powerful. He immediately felt the twitch beneath his fingers, and slammed his fist over it roughly, his eyes wandering to watch when Damon came.

The first two jets of Damon's cum flew overhead, and the third splattered the side of his face, now semi-angelic in orgasmic sensation, but ever-smouldering and determined. He let the little fuck have his way with his superior prick; maybe as payback for having treated his dick in so hostile a manner before, or maybe just to show him that it didn't bother him in the same way. No matter; it felt fucking good. As much as he loved wringing out every iota of orgasm, unbearably, from Jeremy's fine dick, Damon stopped and ran his cum-glossed hand across Jeremy's mouth just once. He kissed him again in a way that a boy didn't know how to kiss, or even the most unruly porn star, two flavours of cum forced together via tongue and lip to forge a sinful cocktail in their mouths.

"And that, my little friend, is what I call breakfast.", Damon batted his eyelashes sarcastically, his entire attitude changed once again, from sexually committed to flippant and unremarkably casual. "You can keep playing with that if you want. I mean, Stefan and Elena will be home soon but hey, I don't mind if you don't.", of course he was kidding, and Jeremy really was welcome to keep playing with him as long as he liked. So long as he worked on being less humany, Damon could really start to like his new puppy-faced fuck-friend.

"So...was it good for you too? Did the earth move? Sorry I went so easy on you but it's gonna be a while before you're ready for me at full speed.", he smiled almost innocently, not joking, Jeremy still tugging his dick perhaps mindlessly. He tapped Jeremy's nose with an index finger, "You taste good. Can't wait to take a bite. Except I can and you hate it, don't you. All good things come to boys who wait.", and thus came the infamous eye-thing, and the shit-eating grin combo.

Jeremy didn't even think of stopping; if he had remained conscious through three rough orgasms, then Damon could definitely handle extra play. Until the kiss, that was. It was so disturbingly dirty that it he could only focus on that for the moment, both hands gripping tight onto Damon's hair. The taste was incredible, the mix of their cum. Jeremy could not deny that he loved it. His hand returned to Damon's lap, pulling on him more, feeling the slick skin. "It...good? Fuck Damon, if that was you going easy on me, I don't even wanna know what the harder stuff is yet." Jeremy's body finally relaxed, leaning against the couch, somewhat against Damon, and he felt like he could pass out there, stroking the vampire cock after being all cummed out by its owner. "I hate waiting," he muttered, eyes shutting.

"But...no Elena knowing. Or hearing. Or accidentally finding out...like from Stefan. I don't need that talk from her." Jeremy smiled lightly, making an effort to open his eyes. Elena was already going to give him hell for skipping school, and she didn't need to see the painting, either. That could be explained away easily if needed, though.

"Whatever.", Damon smirked and whipped that dick from Jeremy's hand, proceeding to get dressed before happening upon one thought first. "You know, we're both so messy...and you still want to play with me. We could always take a shower?", and this time Damon didn't need a wink for the same effect to be alive in the air.

Of course he wanted to shower. If Stefan went back to the house with Elena and was there when Jeremy returned, he'd definitely smell what had happened, right? "A shower sounds great right now," he grinned, pushing himself up from the couch. His legs were a little more sturdy now. "Where is it?"

"Follow me.", and with that, Damon strutted off like the King of the world that he was, always a number of steps ahead of everyone, even his new fucking playmate.

THE END