A/N: Ok this is my first fanfic ever, and tbh my first piece of literature in about 6 years (since high school) so if its not great don't scream, that said reviews are appreciated. This is a Damon/Jeremy fanfic, given we are now into season 4 its kinda hard to turn these guys gay in any sort of realistic way, so we are just gonna have to believe that they have been hiding feelings the entire time. I may/likely will be going pretty smutty/graphic later on or earlier not sure yet, so M for that. First fanfic, why not go all the way, get it out tone it down in future fanfics... maybe. Not much happens in this first chapter, its mostly set-up to get us in the right frame of mind so prepare to be bored.
"You really don't want to be here right now Jeremy, get out before a put you one step closer to following in Alaric's homicidal footsteps." Damon hissed between clenched teeth. He was so not in the mood for Elena's little bro, no matter how annoyingly distracting he could sometimes be. Yet he just kept standing there, not perturbed in the slightest, this whole "vampire hunter" thing is really going to his head. Though come to think of it, Jeremy has always been an incredibly calm individual, especially for basically still being a child. Not that he looked it, at all.
Jeremy's POV
"Look I don't exactly want to be here either Damon, this isn't exactly my idea of a good time. Personally I think Elena may be overreacting but-" Jeremy's words are cut off when yet again he finds himself gripped by the neck and throw against the wall. God Damon was predictable; thanks to his shiny new hunter abilities he could probably get out of this little situation: but honestly, he didn't want to. Elena would freak out if she ever found out, but he has kind of had a thing for Damon ever since his little talk during his whole depressive phase. If he was honest with himself it is kind of the reason he is so anti-Delena, he doesn't want to share!
So once again having Damon's hands round his throat, and his face so close he can every vein in his eye, not such a bad thing at all for him. Yet he couldn't give in to the pleasure, couldn't let it show or draw out the moment, if Damon even suspected he really would get another dose of death, and wasn't sure it would work anymore as a vampire hunter. Not something he thought Damon would take into consideration he guessed. "I came for a reason Damon, I need your help with the tattoo, the one that could fix Elena" he gasped from between Damon's exquisite hands.
Damon's POV
That brought him back to the present, Elena, no matter what she says or does, he can't fight this need to please her, help her and hate her all the same for making him this way. With agonizing reluctance he began to draw his attention away from the specimen standing before him. He still couldn't believe how complicated his feelings were to the Gilbert siblings, he had been chasing Elena for so long now, but no one had noticed he sometimes pays Jeremy just a little too much attention. He tells himself it's all physical, he is not one for labels and has a remarkable ability to appreciate both the male and female body, so an automatic attraction to Jeremy is perfectly logical, I mean, look at him.
But he was just fooling himself, as statuesque as Jeremy was, that neck, he knew it went beyond that. It most likely had something to do with his lack of proper fear; he always found that almost irresistible, or the vulnerability he still managed to show. That caused him to sometimes catch himself almost dropping his whole persona just to comfort him. He hates feeling that way, much like Elena makes him feel, so once again Jeremy always bears the brunt of his anger and this scenario was no different.
He slowly let go of Jeremy's neck, that was hard, and backed away. Trying desperately to reconcile conflicting emotions into something stable, not his strongest trait he admitted. He decided, as he often did to focus on the physical surroundings for a moment, push those pesky feelings away. Unfortunately his surroundings included Jeremy, but ah well, the pains he must bear.
He was wearing his usual ensemble, dark jeans and one of those ridiculously accentuating, tight long sleeve Tee. He wondered absently just how aware Jeremy was of how ridiculously hot he looked just standing there. He was just such a solid guy, significantly taller than Damon himself and far more built, he loved the way his shoulders and chest stretched the Tee in all the right ways. The tight jeans did nothing to detract from this either, strong thick legs that filled the material perfectly, a beautiful round ass that looks so squeezable it could cause physical pain not to touch it. And lastly of course that fantastically full, almost overpacked basket at the front, he had spent many hours wondering what lay within there and had only just stopped himself on several occasions from putting himself in situations where he could find out. That was something that always interested him, he was nothing special downstairs, though he was sure he made up for it in technique, and he always found another's size intriguing, perverted and crude though the thought it may be.
And all this was topped by a neck that Greek gods would envy and a face that was so hot yet so young that it created the strange dichotomy that he was an awkward shy kid in a man's body. That was what Damon really got stuck on, that sense that Jeremy really didn't think to much of himself it filled Damon with a desire to educated him in some rather entertaining ways.
Jeremy's POV
As Damon let go of his throat, god that was hard, and stood back he seemed to stop for a moment and gather his thoughts, while doing so Jeremy used that moment to give in to his thoughts and do a quick scan of the vampire before him. His eyes were the most arresting part of him, there colour and intensity literally could take your breath away when used to full effect. When he unleashed those eyes with his trade mark roguish smile, you were practically guaranteed to melt before him. He had always envied Damon's body, he was so lean and muscled he gave the appearance of grace and strength all at once, he made Jeremy feel positively clumsy in his body. Just looking at him now in his V-neck Tee and tight pants he looked like something that people would spend hours carving out of stone. His beautiful legs combined with an ass that Jeremy admitted more than once he had managed to brush past. His arms were possibly his favourite part though, not heavy and bulky but still managing to look perfectly muscled and strong, filling out the sleeves of his Tee beautifully. Jeremy had actually found himself getting off thinking just about having those arms wrapped around him. It was probably why he had never really gotten that attached to Bonnie, he couldn't stop thinking about those arms.
He realized slowly that Damon had pulled himself together and was looking at Jeremy impatiently; it wouldn't be long before his current stability gave way to another fit of violence. Quickly Jeremy gushed "I was hoping you could help me understand the marks that appeared when I killed the hybrid, they grew up my arm and seem to indicate something but I can understand what"
"Don't you have your witchy girlfriend to help you with this, surely she and the Professor hunk have a better chance of working this out, especially given I can't even see the damn tattoo!" Damon sneered.
He really had caught him out, he was simply making up an excuse, he wanted to see him, console him almost, not that Damon would ever let that happen. But he had chosen his party line he better stick with it. "Look for the last time Bonnie isn't my girlfriend we broke up and secondly you don't trust Shane any more than I do, you really want me to go spilling our secrets to a random know-it-all, I'm sure that will end well!" he said.
Damon smiled condescendingly, "Oh look mini-Gilbert is starting to think ahead, that's adorable. But I am not in the mood Jeremy, I'll stick by my original thought: get out now or have another nap."
Jeremy sighed, "Whatever Damon, but seriously moping around isn't going to do you any good, so Elena still turned you down, even after breaking up with Stephen. It doesn't-"
"GET OUT!" Damon cried.
Damon's POV
"Why can't he just leave me alone", he thought, he had had enough of Gilberts, stuck with not one but two that won't or can't reciprocate his feelings. He just wanted them to go away, yet even as Jeremy turned around and started to walk out the door, he couldn't help following the movement of his arse in those jeans. "I'm so screwed" he thought, he was never going to get what he wanted.
A/N: As I said not a lot happened it was just a short intro chapter to get used to their mindsets, hope you enjoy and please comment/review I need the feedback!