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Matt glared at couple, heard their soft mushy nothings whispered to each other. Hated it.

He had invited Elena to the movies. Expected Stefan to come too, but what he hadn't expected was this third-wheel feeling to pinch his heart like this.

Stefan's hand moved from where it had been resting on Elena's shoulder to bury itself in Elena's hair.

Matt wanted to yell, "GET YOUR HAND OUT OF THERE!" He could think of a better place where Stefan could put his hand.

Damn it! He was getting too vexed about it. He stood, making up an excuse he didn't even remember, and left the two watching the romance flick by themselves.

Outside the theatre building, Matt leaned against the wall in the dark. Took one deep breath in, and let it out slowly.

If he smoked, lord knew he'd have a damn cigarette between his lips and two more waiting. There was no way he would be able to calm down right now, knowing Stefan's mouth was probably glued to Elena's this very moment. The bastard! Ignore him, why don't he?

He wished he had something to strangle or punch.

"Hm? Matt?" Shit. Exactly who he didn't need to see. "What are you doing here?"

Curling his fingers into his palm, Matt squeezed to make fists at his side, tensing so that he didn't do something stupid. Like land a good one on Damon who had just stepped out of the shadows.

"What the hell are you here for?" Matt hissed.

Damon had his arms crossed as he walked leisurely in front of Matt. He lifted one hand elegantly, and swatted as if batting away Matt's question. "That's my business." He said, the light he'd stepped into reflected one of those devilish smirks he was so fond of.

Matt scowled. "You're here to torture your brother." Damon just held his smirk as he stopped walking, using his last step to turn to Matt. This put the light at his back, which made it hard to scrutinize Damon's expression. When Damon didn't say anything, Matt added, "I'm right, aren't I?"

Damon chuckled. "Who knows? And what about you? Does it infuriate you that Stefan's with the girl you dated? Should I take her away for you?"

"Why you…!" Unconsciously, Matt's fists lifted, his face twisted into a mask of rage. "Haven't you had enough of following your brother for centuries just to make him miserable? Do you really have no life even after so many years?"

"Well, it hasn't actually been centuries, but you're right. It's getting tiring."

"So you do have-wait…so then why…" Matt became so confused at Damon's last confession that he didn't hear the noise from people exiting the theatre.

"Damn." Damon muttered. "Movie's over."

"So if you're not here to follow your brother, then who are-" Matt started.

"Sorry. I hadn't intended to do it this way." Damon said, looking a little regretful.

"Wha-" he was hit so fast, he hadn't even recognized what happened before his body slumped unconscious into Damon's awaiting arms.

"It's time I finally do something." Damon whispered as he darted away with Matt's body.

Matt woke up the next day, not in a bed, or stretched out somewhere on the ground. He wasn't even 'laying' at all. Instead, he was seated. At first, through his groggy vision, he recognized nothing. Then, as his senses started returning, he had an inkling of where he was.

If his ears weren't deceiving him, he heard an engine, which tipped him off that he was in a car. His nose inhaled deeply the smell of leather, which was very familiar, but only with one person.

Sure enough, his eyes found the windshield, looked over to his left, and found exactly who he'd suspected.

Damon.

"Hello sweetie pie." Damon said, one hand on the steering wheel, one arm resting on the back of the seats.

"Damon." Matt growled. "What the hell?"

Damon just laughed.

"Fuck it Damon! What the hell are you thinking? If this has to do with getting back at Stefan, leave me the hell out of it!"

Damon raised both eyebrows as his eyes landed on Matt. "I don't think you want to make me mad at the moment."

"Let me out!" Matt exclaimed, already reaching for the door handle.

"Ah ah ah!" Damon said, his free hand landing on Matt's shoulder. "If you're thinking of jumping out, it's not a good idea. One. We're going nearly 100 miles an hour. Two. If you think Fell's church is unpopulated, you'll think this place is abandoned. Three. If you haven't noticed, your hand is cuffed to the seat adjuster underneath the seat. You'll just drag your lovely body behind the car that's going so fast, you won't survive ten minutes."

"Tch!" Matt smacked. He hadn't notice he was cuffed. He hadn't even really looked around to see where he was. He was at the mercy of Damon Salvatore, and hated every bit of it.

He struggled with the cuff he found on his right wrist. "Damn it Damon! Why am I-"

"Let's talk." Damon said, looking as he was getting more comfortable as he found a more agreeable position as his foot pressed harder on the gas, making the speedometer's needle run up to 150 mph.

"Damon I don't-"

"So when did it start?" Damon cut Matt off once again.

"When did what start?" Matt said, becoming more irritable.

Damon dramatically rolled his eyes. "When was it that your heart went thump-thump for Stefan?"

Matt's eyes went wide. "Wh-what are you talking about?"

"Oh come on Mutt-boy, I think you know exactly what I'm talking about. Was it when Elena broke up with you? Hm? Or was it a gradual thing? I wanna know."

Matt glared at Damon. The only answer he was going to give him. To humiliate him because of his feelings? It was so low. Even for Damon.

"What?" Damon asked, looking over at Matt. "You thought you could hide it enough, acting as though you still had it for Elena, huh?"

Matt grit his teeth keep the emotions down. "You bastard. I'll kill y-"

That's as much as Matt got out before Damon pulled him by his left wrist over his lap. "You want to get free? The key's in my pocket. Go ahead. Reach for it."

Matt was so frantic to get free, he didn't think, just lunged. And fell right into Damon's trap.

He didn't even blink, and he'd had his wrist cuffed and the other part was connected to the loop in the armrest on the door.

"We can make a deal." Damon said, close to Matt's ear.

Matt roared. "Fuck you!"

Damon just laughed. Again.

"Now now. Crying won't help anything. I know the truth, and there's nothing you can do about it." Damon patted Matt's wavy honey brown head. Stopped a second to say, "Well, there is one way…"

Matt stayed motionless. Didn't respond and didn't move.

"You see…I haven't beat off in a bit. You know, the girls in Fell's Church are bad company…I need you to satisfy me with your mouth."

Matt tried to jerk back, but was stopped short by his binds. "WHAT?" He turned his head so he could shoot Damon a disbelieving look. "What the fuck Damon?"

"Satisfy me like you would Stefan if you could."

"Like hell I-"

"If you don't satisfy me fully, your secret just might…slip…" Damon smiled charmingly, an evil gleam in his eye. Matt glared.

"Come on. Just act like I'm Stefan."

"Stefan wouldn't tie me up." Matt bit out.

Damon waved it off. "Ah. Just ignore that little thing. I wanna know…" He leaned to Matt's ear. "How would you make Stefan come?" He whispered.

An involuntary shiver shimmied down Matt's spine. He froze. What the hell? He thought. What had that been.

But Damon didn't let him think enough. He ground his hips against Matt's face.

"Ah…"

"Come on Matt, the faster you hurry, the faster it'll be over." Damon said.

Matt finally gave in. Damon would keep him like this until he gave in anyways.

Slowly, he used his teeth to unzip Damon's jeans. He was surprised. Damon had no underwear on.

"Why are you stopping?" Damon asked.

"Ah…no reason, Mr. Commando."

It was quiet for a split second before Damon ground his hips against Matt again. "Just hurry up."

Matt hesitantly stuck his tongue out. He hadn't actually done this before, Stefan being his first male crush, but knowing which spots were sweet to himself, he thought that would be enough.

He took a deep breath and made his tongue touch Damon's shaft through his pants. Damon hissed, and tensed, which surprised Matt. He did it again, with the same outcome. A few more repeated actions, and Damon's dick was hard enough that it popped out of his pants.

Damn. Matt had never seen a penis as well-endowed as this one. Already, the veins popped out beautifully and his shaft was already five to six inches long even though Damon wasn't even halfway erect. In a minute, he wasn't sure if he would be able to fit him in his mouth. Matt's eyes were riveted to his tip. Perfectly rounded, a nice pink tip. It beckoned to him. Made him want to suck it like a lollipop.

His breath came faster, and he felt his heat start traveling downward. Shit.

He licked that mushroomed tip and Damon grunted, which made Matt's own dick jump in his pants.

He sucked the tip into his mouth and a guttural moan filled the car. "Ahhhh…damn." Damon's hand fell heavily on the back of Matt's head. He clutched a fistful of the silky wheat-hair, and thrust upward with his hips.

The helpless, forceful position made Matt more aroused than he would have ever thought possible, and he let out a soft breathy moan.

Matt ran his tongue around Damon's shaft as Damon thrust in and out of Matt's mouth.

Somewhere that seemed far away, he heard an engine slowly die down, there was a small jerking movement, like the car had stopped, but he paid no attention. The heavy breathing, moans, and groans were the dominant sounds, his mouth and thrusts of Damon's cock were the only movements he was aware of.

Suddenly, he felt Damon's hand at his fly.

"Ah…" He tried to let go of Damon's dick, but another hand pushed him back down, Damon's hips still surging in and out of his mouth.

The hand at his pants worked the button, then the zipper. He could feel his erection straining against his boxers.

"Do you get turned on by sucking my dick, Matt?" Heat flushed his face at the whispered words in his ear. Damon's fingers ran up and down his shaft, only the boxers in the way of direct contact. "Look at you, your boxers are already soaked with your pre-cum."

"Ahhhh!" Matt moaned. "Please…"

Damon chuckled lightly. "Please what?" He traveled higher, right above the waist band of the boxers. His fingers teasingly barely slipped in and out of the boxers. "Do you want my hand to go inside. Do you want my hand to hold you and pleasure you like your pretty little mouth is doing mine?" Matt groaned at Damon's sexy whispers.

Damon's hand delved in, taking Matt's dick firmly in his hand. He squeezed lightly. This time Damon didn't do anything when Matt's lips let go of his erection. Matt cried out in painful pleasure. He moved his hand over the hardened member just slightly, and Matt jerked and grunted.

The hand that had been on Matt's head moved to slip under Matt's T-shirt to find one of his small copper nipples. It was already hard, and one slight brush over it had Matt arching into his hand.

Damon quickly changed the handcuff on Matt's right hand from the set adjuster to the steering wheel so he had better access. It wasn't long , between the tantalizing friction on his cock and the pinching on his nipples, that Matt was throwing his head back and shooting his load all over the seat of the car.

"Ahhhh!"

"Oh come now. You came already?" Damon asked, licking the cum off his fingers. "And all over my car? And you've neglected my own? You'll have to be punished."

Damon slipped his hand in the back of Matt's jeans. He traveled further down, until Damon's middle finger reached Matt's hole. Then his finger dipped inside, making Matt gasp aloud. Damon pulled out, and then plunged in deeper, making Matt cry out.

With his free hand, Damon undid both cuffs on both hands, to bring Matt closer. "Oh Matt. My dick's wanting your hot mouth again." He whispered in Matt's ear. Matt shivered, and tears of his painful pleasure sparked the corners of his glazed eyes and pleasure made his face red. "ahhhh…."

Matt's head lowered, and his lips sealed around Damon's cock. Damon's hips surged up of its own volition and he groaned his pleasure. "God Matt. You mouth is so hot! Deeper! Let me go deeper!"

Not only did he go deeper, Damon sped up the tempo, both with his hips and the finger, now joined with another thrusting into Matt's bottom.

It wasn't long until both came. Damon held Matt's head as he plunged deep down into Matt's throat and shot his load. Matt arched into Damon, his cum flying on his chest and Damon's lap. He collapsed into Damon's lap and before he knew it, he was sleeping like a baby.

Damon waited until he calmed down before he started the car again and drove to his destination. He'd intended to take Matt into Charlottesville before getting started, but Matt had woken up, and he had been impatient.

Ah. But it had been good.

So fucking good.

Should I write a sequel? Is it good? Please tell me! Please review~!