The Only Exception

This is set to continue from S2 Ep 15 but the witches are already dead and Bonnie has her powers. Klaus may exist but isn't going to turn up just because it's not a story about Elena and I couldn't care less if she died.


Warning this story contains graphic sex, rape, sex with a minor, blood play . . . the works! The pairing is Damon/Jeremy Slash! If you don't like it go away. Thank you! ( : Enjoy.

These characters are not mine, if they were I would not be sat here writing fanfics about them.


Chapter 1: Release

Damon's POV

I was sat alone at the grill, on a Friday night, with nothing to do. I, Damon Salvatore had nothing to do, no schemes to foil, no innocent people to murder. I was utterly bored. Stefan and Elena were at her house doing things I'd rather not think about and Katherine was busy haunting my own home and I just wasn't drunk enough to attempt to face that bitch.

So here I was, downing as much of the strongest alcohol as I could in an attempt to suppress any feelings of hunger or destructiveness that easily gripped me in this state. It had been well over a month since I had so much as laid hands on a human and it was killing me. I wasn't doing it for the good of my humanity or for Stefan, I don't give a crap about either of them. I have been doing it for Elena but she doesn't care. She's way too caught up with my stupid little brother to even bother with me. I had done so much for her, risked my life on a regular basis and what do I get for it? Nothing, that's what.

I quickly swallowed another drink, happily ending that chain of thoughts before the barman came up to me. "Another round." I ordered him, a few more drinks and I may be drunk enough to attempt to face Katherine.

"I'm cutting you off. We're going to shut soon anyway." He said in a gruff voice as he took away my growing collection of empty glasses with a strange look, a normal human would have probably passed out from the amount I had drunk.

"I said, get me another round." I attempted to compel him but my gaze faltered and my words were slurred. Great, I couldn't even have a drink in peace. I glanced around the bar, there was only me left, great.

"I think you're drunk, do you want me to call anyone?" He asked me but who was there to call, Stefan? Ha, he'd lecture me on the dangers of drinking and liver failure! If that would ever be possible! Elena? Nope. Stefan would definitely tag along and that would be double trouble. I just gave him a quick 'I'm going 'cause I want to' look as I pushed away from the bar and walked out, I had a stop to make on my way home anyway.


I stood outside the door of Elena's house. The whole time I had been walking, I had been thinking of her, the memories churning in my head, how ungrateful she had been, how many times she had used me and manipulated my feelings to get what she wanted and my anger was growing by the second. The monster inside me was getting stronger and I needed a release. I needed something to sate the hunger that was becoming increasingly powerful. I listened closely to the life in the house. All I could hear was the splashing of water as I realised Jeremy was in the shower. Elena wasn't there.

The anger in me peaked. I needed her but she always messed everything up! My body begged for a release from the raging emotions. My face changed as my fangs came out. I couldn't think through the mixture of alcohol and blood lust that fogged my mind. All I wanted was a release.

Suddenly I was hyper-aware of the shower switching off as Jeremy stepped out. The perfect revenge, taking her brother, that would get the bitch's attention. Before I knew it I was climbing through the window to the kid's bedroom and I waited in the shadows for him to enter the room, almost trembling in anticipation. The door inched open, flooding the room with light before it was quickly shut out again. I jumped then, pinning a wet and shocked Jeremy to the wall. I brought my lips to his neck, smelling the sweet blood that raced under the skin, sending me into a lust filled frenzy, as one hand pinned his arms above his head and the other pulled his head back, baring his pale flesh.

The kid began to struggle as he got over the shock of my presence. He flailed hopelessly against my steel grip but his unpinned legs kicked out and I was forced backwards. "What are you doing Damon?" His voice shook in recognition as I circled him. His heart pounded in his chest and the only thing covering his body was a small towel that was loosely wrapped around his waist. I watched admiringly as his tensed body followed me, all of his muscles flexing as he prepared to fight me.

I ignored his questions and pinned him back to the wall. Jeremy endlessly begged me to stop as I trailed kisses down his neck and nipped and sucked at the tender flesh. Just to taunt myself. Just to see how long I could resist.

"Damon, you- you don't want to do this. You're not yourself right now. You know you don't wanna Damon, please, please. . . don't-" He never stopped begging and pleading for me to stop but it just drove me on. I wanted to hear him plead and scream and beg. It brought back those feelings of power, control. I was better than him, he was just a new toy.

"I am more myself now than I have been in a long time" I whispered into his ear as I nipped at the lobe. My kisses became more urgent as my pants began to feel uncomfortably tighter and I tried to coax a response out of the kid. He gasped in an attempt to get some air and I took the opportunity to push my tongue into his mouth, trailing it over his teeth and tongue. My hands trailed down his chest, following the contours of his fine muscles as I suppressed a moan at the contact. His skin was smooth and he was incredibly beautiful.

"Good enough to eat" I mused, smiling onto his lips. "You're just begging for it, you just wanna be fucked, don't you?" I thought I heard him whimper but quickly dismissed it, I had probably imagined it. I lightly bit his lip, allowing his blood to flow into my mouth and I couldn't stop the moan from crossing my lips as the sweet coppery taste filled my mouth. I kissed him viciously whilst grinding my hips against his, revelling in the feel of the friction on my now hard cock. I was pleasantly surprised when I was met by Jeremy's equally hard member, that just made it even more fun.

He whimpered again when I repeated the action, each small sound going straight to my groin. I pulled back and began to undress. Jeremy's hands joined mine, timidly tugging my shirt up and over my head. I looked up to see his face for the first time, his brown eyes were wide with fear and lust. His hair stuck to his face as the water ran down his cheeks and dripped from his nose. His lips were red and swollen from where I had kissed him and a small bead of blood trickled down his chin. I leaned forwards and licked the blood from his chin before pulling him back into a punishing kiss which he coyly reciprocated. My lips trailed down his jaw, back towards his neck and he froze again in fear of what I wanted to do.

I quickly unzipped my pants, releasing my agonizingly hard member. I pulled away the towel to reveal Jeremy's seeping cock. I momentarily stroked his length, getting him to buck into me as he moan deep in his throat. I pulled him up, forcing him to wrap his legs around my waist, giving me access to his tight hole. I rocked forwards, pressing up against him and he began to struggle again as he realised what I was about to do. I nipped him again, breaking the skin this time, trying to teach him not to fight. He yelped as he felt my teeth on his neck, arching away from me but it only gave me better access.

"You know you want this Gilbert, your body betrays you. You. Need. Me." I punctuated each word with a short thrust of my hips, getting a series of muffled moans from the boy. The feeling of power from the compete control I had at that moment was intoxicating, urging me on.

I lightly sucked at the skin, licking up any blood that had been left from the small bite. I was ready to bite him again but he yanked at my hair with all of his strength and his knee came up hit strongly between my legs. I yelped at the unexpected pain and he wriggled away from my grasp. All he managed to do was anger me more as I watched his pitiful attempts to escape in mild amusement.

I allowed him to reach the door and I caught the short look of relief on his face as he turned the handle. He thought he had gotten away, I couldn't help but chuckle at the kid's hope. I rushed forwards, slamming the partially opened door and pinning him to the door with his back to me.

"Did you think it would be that easy?" I asked in an amused tone, running my hands down his sides as he shook under my touch. I grabbed him by his hair threw him to the floor with ease. He landed with a harsh thud and I was sure I heard something crack but I didn't care. He just lay there, sobbing into the floor until I pulled him up and threw him back against the wall.

"Elena! Jenna! Please!" He began to shout for them endlessly.

"They're not here, Jeremy. You can scream all you like, there's only me to hear it." I whispered darkly in his ear but he never stopped screaming and begging and calling for help.

"Please stop." He whispered as he panted breathlessly. "You're drunk, Damon-Think! You can't- Elena will never forgive you-" I bit down on his neck, then, as I penetrated him deeply with one thrust, tearing him open. He cried out loudly, screams and cries filling the room, making me smile. He dug his nails into my chest, drawing blood. I pushed in and out of him fast and ruthlessly as I took mouthfuls of his delicious blood and his struggles became weaker and weaker. I knew I needed to stop then but the pleasure became too much and I was too far gone, engulfed in the dark power. My thrusts became faster and more demanding as I came deep inside Jeremy. The blinding feeling consumed me as I rode the orgasm, holding myself against Jeremy's hot skin.

After a few moments I detached my mouth from his neck and pulled out of him. I was still shaky but I managed to hold up Jeremy who had passed out at some point, probably from the blood loss. I dropped him on the bed and assessed the damage. He didn't look too bad; his naked body was covered in blood and cuts where I had held him too hard and it was slowly seeping onto the sheets. I was sure a rib or two had broken and blood trickled from a cut on his head but he had gotten of relatively easy compared to others.

I needed to compel him, to make him forget what had happened. Only because I felt kinda bad for the kid, I still wanted Elena to suffer but the marks I had left on his skin would take care of that. If she couldn't put two and two together then she was even more hopeless than I thought, not that I cared.

I felt better, full and relaxed, all I needed was a nice long sleep. I attempted to wake him up but he didn't stir. I listened to him closely and noticed that his shallow breathing had stopped, along with his heart.

I panicked. "JEREMY, WAKE UP!" I shouted at him hopelessly as I shoved at his chest but he still didn't move. "Please," I whispered into his ear, "I didn't mean it." I had killed him. His sweet face was perfect and kind as he lay still, almost like he was sleeping. I couldn't stop my hand from brushing the hair from his eyes and stroking my fingers down his pale cheek. I felt a feeling wash over me, one I had almost forgotten. Guilt. I tried to push it away but it didn't work. All I could do was watch the boy that I had killed and wish I could take it back. I just sat there, the world stopped and time seemed endless as I waited for something to happen: for me to wake up from this horrible nightmare or for him to sit up and do that sweet innocent smile of his and laugh at me for being so stupid but none of it happened.

I heard the front door opening, dragging me away from my guilt stricken state. I heard Elena saying goodnight to my brother, them sharing a short kiss before she made her way up the stairs. "I'm sorry." I said to the dead boy before disappearing out the window.


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