Title: Growing Darkness
Author: CrowX
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Damon/Jeremy
Word count: 1535
Warnings: slash, angst, character death, torture
Summary: What would be if Jeremy was turned on after watching Damon torture Mason?

Notes: Many thanks to my beta reader x-jeremy-tyler-x

Written for the Weekend Comment Fic Party at LJ's community tvd_rareships, for a prompt of nicenicegirl

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Growing Darkness

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While heating up the poker Damon wondered about Jeremy. The boy might think that he was stealthy, but naturally Damon had heard him. And he could smell him. Jeremy was hidden behind a corner in the den, watching Damon torturing the werewolf. But the strange part was that Damon was quite sure he was picking up pheromones drifting from the boy.

Wanting to know what was going on Damon put on a show, circling the werewolf, presenting his best malicious side. And still the sweet fragrance of arousal got stronger; so much that Damon was wondering why Mason didn't pick it up. Might be the pain.

Finally Jeremy did come out of hiding and – would wonders never cease – offered him an even better way to torture his victim. Damon's eyes widened at the possibilities opening up. He smirked and proceeded using the wolfsbane until he was sure that Mason didn't know anything. He felt his own pants tightening under Jeremy's heated glances.

Just before he pushed inside Mason's chest Jeremy fled the room. Not in disgust as the boy would want to project but because he was getting to close on getting off. Damon hid his laughter as he killed the werewolf, wondering all the time how the kid had gotten all that darkness inside.

Stepping away from the body Damon decided to confront the boy. Since he'd snapped Jeremy's neck he had been different. Withdrawn and indifferent with a hidden malice. Damon could easily see himself in the kid, especially since he had changed after that night as well: Damon had shut off his emotions again after the incident.

The torturing had made him hard and he decided that the kid would have to help with that. Damon washed his bloody hands and then went to the entrance hall. The kid was standing there unsure and Damon used his speed to trap him against the wall.

"What the fuck?" Jeremy tried to ask, but then he shut his lips to prevent a moan from coming out as Damon pushed their groins together.

"I could smell you the whole time, Jeremy. You liked seeing me torture that wolf. And I liked being watched by you. And now we're going to take care of our needs."

Not wanting to hear any feeble protests Damon lifted his head and caught those sweet lips in a kiss. Jeremy was opening up to him in a matter of seconds, their tongues fighting with each other. After a while Damon drew back and cooked his head as he contemplated the kid's face. It was flushed with desire, the pupils blown so that his eyes were nearly black and he could only see a deep desire.

Satisfied Damon pushed into the boy's groin, slowly rubbing their erections against each other.

"You are a naughty boy, Jeremy. Getting off on torture like that. What was your favorite part? And don't lie to me!"

By now the kid was too deeply caught up in his desire to protest. He looked into Damon's eyes and with a horse voice he whispered:

"I… I liked your remarks while feeding him the wolfsbane. And… the concentration on your face when you put the poker in the fire and into Mason. You make torture seem like an art form. I wanted to draw you…"

Damon rewarded his honesty with taking off Jeremy's shirt, his hands exploring those broad shoulders. He bent forwards to catch one of those pebbled nipples with his teeth, biting it carefully and sucking on it until Jeremy was moaning. Switching to the other one Damon's hand went downwards to open the boy's pants.

"Oh fuck, Damon… So good…"

Yeah, Damon still got it, not that he ever thought he'd lost his ability to seduce anyone. But the kid presented a nice challenge.

"Hmh, I like your moans. Nearly as much as the screams of pain earlier. Did you like those pained groans as well?"

He felt Jeremy's cock twitch under his hands and Damon was getting impatient. He was completely hard by now, only waiting to bury himself into the young body.

"Yeah, I did. I don't know why…" Jeremy sounded surprised at his admission.

With vampire speed Damon took off the remainder of Jeremy's clothes and, wanting to know how much the boy was able to stomach, moved them back into the den. Mason's body was still slumped in the chair, blood dripping down from the hole inside his chest into a pool at his feet. At least they had thought to put a cover over the carpet.

Lowering Jeremy in front of the fireplace Damon began to strip himself. The boy was watching him through narrowed eyes, biting his lips as his hands began to caress himself. Chuckling Damon watched him as he took off his underwear, standing over the boy.

"So you don't mind doing it in front of the corpse? My, my, Jeremy, who would have thought? You're still human, but you act like a vampire. I like that."

At his words Jeremy looked over to the bizarre display which looked like from a horror movie. He blanched a little, but his erection didn't falter.

"I don't… understand. It's like it's not real. I… don't care about it…"

Satisfied Damon bend down and rewarded the boy with licking that full cock, sucking a little on the tip. Humming at the salty, fresh taste Damon took more of it until he was moving up and down. Jeremy had slumped onto the floor, moaning with abandon. After a while Damon let go of Jeremy's erection, not wanting to let the boy come.

"You sound like a new-turned vampire. No emotions. Only want. Maybe I should turn you for good."

He expected denials and desperate refusals. He didn't expect Jeremy's wanton moans.

"Hell, yes. Since you broke my neck I feel like not being myself anymore. Something's missing. Like I'm not human anymore. But I'm not anything else either."

Suddenly a whole new universe full of possibilities opened up. Like a whirlwind ideas began to unravel in Damon's mind. This human was destined to be a vampire. It was all getting clear to Damon.

"Take off your ring, Jeremy. I want you to do it willingly."

The boy's eyes widened, but there was no protest, no offence. Damon sensed the moment when everything shifted around them, realigning to a new, completely different future. Jeremy lifted his hands and took off the ring, throwing it into the room. Smiling with satisfaction Damon began to pleasure the boy once again as a reward.

"You're going to be a formidable vampire. You were born to be one, Jeremy. I see that now."

Like himself, the boy had all the makings to be a fierce vampire, lasting for forever. Not like Stefan.

Damon prepared the kid with his tongue, pushing inside the tight hole as he held back those strong, long legs. Jeremy's sounds were getting louder and louder until he cried out in frustration.

"Please! Damon, please, do something. It's not enough…"

Damon complied and pushed inside in one hard thrust. The scream of pain was pleasure in his ears and he set a slow pace. After a few minutes Jeremy had adapted and was meeting his thrusts with his hips, taking him deeper inside. As a reward Damon began to stroke his dick, smearing the precum to make it easier.

Jeremy's groans and whimpers filled the room and after a while Damon decided to give the boy what he needed and bit into his own wrist, holding it out to the boy. Without any hesitation at all Jeremy's lips closed around the wound and he sucked the blood as Damon pushed inside his body faster and faster.

Deeming it enough Damon pulled his hand away and then bent forwards to sink his fangs into the boy's neck. Hot blood, filled with more pleasure and lust than he'd tasted in a long while, hit his tongue. Moaning at the delicious taste Damon took huge gulps of it while grabbing Jeremy's cock.

He was seconds from coming, as was the boy, and as Jeremy's arms closed around his back, one hand holding Damon's head against his neck, Damon stroke Jeremy's erection on last time, feeling it pulsing as the boy came with a shout.

"Damon!"

The clenching around his cock was delicious and Damon allowed himself to come, pushing hard into the boy that he could hear some bones crack. It didn't matter. The boy was going to die in a few seconds anyway. With a deep growl Damon emptied himself into the tight channel, feeling more satisfied than he had in decades.

Damon could feel the body under him weakening; hear the heart struggling to beat as the blood was getting less and less. Indulging himself Damon drank until there wasn't a drop left and only drew away to hear the last heartbeat. Jeremy's eyes stayed focused on Damon, a look of concentration and expectancy on his face as he took the last shuddering breath.

When Jeremy died it was with Damon over him, still buried in the boy's ass. And in the same way the new-born would wake up again.

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THE END

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