Author – Alicia of the Temptation
Fandom – the Vampire Diaries (Television series)
Rating – Unspecified
Warning – Slash: Daremy
Summary – Unspecified, unrelated stories based on two pairings: Damon x Jeremy, and Stefan x Jeremy.
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.
Delicate
No one knew how delicate Jeremy could be. Stefan was predictable, Damon was a ticking time bomb, but no one had the slightest clue how the youngest Gilbert could be. Even Damon, who had been with the boy for months now, had difficulty knowing what set the boy off. And, it scared him. It scared him when Jeremy would come back into his arms without a glance; all he wants is a fuck. All he demands is a kiss, a blow.
When Jeremy came back one night, he marched right into Damon's room, throwing open the door and throwing the book Damon was reading to the side before combing his finger's through the immortal's hair and locking their lips. And, the vampire could sense Jeremy was troubled. He didn't utter a word; all he did was guide the human to his bed. His hands slid into the brunet's shirt while Jeremy took no time getting out of his pants, biting and kissing Damon's neck. "Off," he murmured between their lips while hoping to take Damon out of his pants. In an instant, everything was gone – shirts, pants, underwear, even. All remaining were hungry palms and rolling hips. Lips, pressed together, reddening with force and passion. Just pure heat.
"Please," Jeremy whispered. And Damon, slowly knowing Jeremy, knew what he meant. Calloused hands took a hold of juicy thighs, spreading them, locking them over hips. A hard thrust, and Jeremy cried out. The human didn't care, the vampire did – ironic, wasn't it? Ironic was Damon hoping to comfort the boy, when he had no idea for what, when he had just allowed Jeremy to bite and suck, and claw and scrape every inch of emotion out. Each thrust in and out came a moan, a pained one, a dried one. Jeremy wasn't fully enjoying it.
Like fire, Jeremy heated up too quickly. Like glass, he shattered the moment he fell. While the boy was left panting, Damon kept his eye on him. He didn't turn away, he didn't hide his face. The immortal watched as tears gathered in the boy's eyes, falling slowly at first, then another pair of warm drops came after, mingling with sweat while breathy, quiet sobs came. Damon reached out but Jeremy turned to his side, his lean back facing the older man. The vampire watched as Jeremy simply turned to dust, crying for the unknown.
And Damon knew it had to be important. For seeing Jeremy like this; cracked, too weak to hold even in eternally strong arms, Jeremy was a dying rose – sickly, but beautiful. A few hours later, while Damon waited patiently, his arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling, Jeremy turned and placed his head on the man's chest. The vampire could feel soaked cheeks and swollen eyes, but didn't say a single word. Just listened. "I saw Anna today. She was so scared, heart-broken." "Does she still want to come back?" "Some times," Jeremy replied in a low voice. "Other times, she's happy. She's happy to see me happy." Jeremy looked up at Damon, his eyes watery. "She's been protecting you, you know." "Oh?"
"She's been using her Power to fight against Vicki." "She still has Power as a ghost?" "Yes." Silence for a moment, and Damon looks down at the boy. His heart ached, watching Jeremy suffer with visions he didn't even ask for. "Vicki wants to hurt you," Jeremy said. "She's jealous. Anna's been helping the moment she figured it out." The boy blinked, tears falling down once more. "I can't even thank for it. Knowing she's so..."
"Alone?" "Alone, jealous," Jeremy inhaled. "It makes me feel horrible. Knowing-" Damon leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the boy's mouth. "Enough," he stated. "You're being a masochist. Relax. You'll figure something out, soon." The immortal let Jeremy use most of his torso as a pillow, while he stared upwards.
Jeremy was the strongest out of all of them when it came to the supernatural, but emotions were enough to have him break like a clumsy child's tea set. The cracked porcelain of his skin was proof.
Notes - Although I do have a list of words in my notebook, I am open to suggestions. I will possibly be doing only Daremy and Steremy. I will not be doing Jyler, given to my growing affection of Forwood. I apologize if it disappoints some of you. The Steremy sections will come soon, possibly in the next upload or so.