Title: Needing To Know You
Pairing: Dean/Damon
Rating: R – sex.
Summary: Dean needs to find out who he is.
Author's Notes: Yeah, I don't know where this came from... Hopefully going to continue it and make it a series if people like it...
Dean knew this was wrong. He felt the teeth – fangs – bite down against his jugular, he moaned in pleasure, writhing between the wall and the stone body that held him tightly. He rocked back, a hand tight on his abdomen, he moaned – he was sounding like the whores he fucked. He didn't know what had come over him tonight, but in his mind, he could see that the man – thing – vampire – behind him, thrusting in and out of him captivated him.
As the pair finished up and Dean fell slack against the wall, he didn't even know his name. Normally, he wouldn't mind, but this was different. He needed to know. As the man walked away, he deemed he would find out, one way or another.
It had been two weeks since his encounter with the mysterious blood drinker. He couldn't keep his mind off him, whenever he went out, he'd search for those mysterious eyes. The ones he didn't even recall talking to. He only remembered one thing: being fucked and bitten up against the wall. He had the marks still very faint on his neck, his hand and collar always nervously covering them, his brother frowned every time he did, shrugging it off as a love bite.