Damon's POV
Taking out that stake had hurt like a mother fucker. I ran down to the basement for a blood bag and sucked it down. It was nothing like when I had tasted Dean's blood. His taste was a combination of musky hunter scent and something sad but sweet at the same time. It was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. With nothing but boxers on I wandered over to my bar and filled a crystal glass with a generous amount of bourbon. I heard footsteps outside my door and just waited to see who it was. My door slammed closed and my hunter's scent immediately flooded the house. He was spitting mad that was for sure.
"DAMON!" He yelled throughout the house.
"I am right here Dean, no need to yell." I said smugly. I was leaned up against the mini bar with a huge grin on my face. I saw Dean's eyes lose their anger for a minute as his eyes traveled up and down my perfect body. He quickly regained his anger in a fraction of a second though.
"Did you ask my brother to leave here?"
"Do you want to know the truthful answer or the lie?" I asked him with a shit eating grin.
"Do not test me vampire." Dean threatened, bringing out a stake and a handful of vervain out of his pocket. He took a menacing step forward and I put my hands up in surrender.
"Fine, no need to go to drastic measures. I compelled your brother to leave town, happy?"
"NO!" Dean replied, his voice getting five octaves higher. I just shrugged my shoulders and turned back to my bar topping off my bourbon. I could hear Dean breathing heavily behind me, trying to calm his nerves. "Wait, what do you mean compelled?" Dean asked, his anger forgotten at the moment to satisfy his curiosity.
I looked at him funny for a minute. "You tried to kill me and didn't even know about all of my abilities?" Dean just scowled. I made a mental note to tell him later that the scowl did not fit his pretty face. "Compelling is a nifty little gift we vampires use to get what we want. Usually it is used to make the human we just fed on forget it and move on with their life." I just sat there and stared at Dean until he broke eye contact and stared at the carpet.
"Bring Sam back please." I barely heard Dean whisper this. "He doesn't really believe it is me." I just sat and watched the hunter, sipping off my glass of bourbon occasionally. Finally I gave a huge sigh.
"Give me your phone Dean. I am assuming he is under Sam, right?" Dean just nodded. I pressed send on the phone and after two rings Sam picked up the phone.
"Dean?" he asked voice full of hope.
"Sam listen to me, any compulsion I have used on you will wear off now."
"Any compulsion you have used on me will wear off now." Sam repeated back into the phone. I then snapped the phone shut.
"Congrats, your brother knows you are alive now." I said dryly. Dean just took back his phone and strode out of the house.
3 days later
I was slowly dying. Slowly, everyday my bite was getting worse. Some days I would hallucinate and other days I would be confined to my bed with crippling abdomen pains. By now the veins in my arm had crept up to my upper forearm. I could still walk around on some days but I was getting weaker and weaker. and Sheriff Forbes started to ask me if I was really sick.
It had been a week and I was only days away from dying. I could feel it in my undead bones. I went back to that biker bar I had first met that hunter at and saw him sitting at the other end of the bar. It didn't surprise me that they were still in town. Katherine was punishing me for not wanting to leave with her and be her little boy toy minion for all of eternity. That is just 1864 for all of eternity, no thanks. She can keep killing all the people of the town. I do not care. I stopped caring about her a long time ago. I had no desire to help the hunter I thought was so attractive I could ravish him anytime I… stop Damon! I couldn't keep away from the hunter. He had a magnetic pull that was impossible to resist.
He and I sat at opposite ends of the bar and we just kept shooting glances at each other and just got drunk as the night went on. Finally the hunter ordered his tab and left. So I just set my drink on the bar and ordered my tab as well. Suddenly I felt two hands on my hips from behind me. From the tingling going up and down my spine I knew it was Dean.
"Hey there sexy." His hot breath on my neck and ear immediately turned me on. I might be dying but that didn't mean I was gonna sit here and mope about it. Yet I still felt the need to tell him that I was sick in case that was a turnoff for him in any way.
"Dean I am very sick, I might not live for much longer. He just stepped back and appraised me for a second. Then a devilish glint came to his eye.
"Then we'll just have to make this one count for something won't we."
Dean's POV
We took Damon's camero back to the boarding house, me massaging his thigh and practically undressing him with my eyes the whole way. We pulled into the driveway of the Salvatore Boarding House and I immediately jumped Damon as soon as he turned the ignition off. Damon aggressively kissed me back for what only seemed like seconds and then pulled back. He got out of the car and then used his vamp speed to come around and open my side of the car for me. He opened the door of the car and pulled me by my jacked into a searing kiss. Being a hunter I know I should be disgusted by knowing that I was about to sleep with a creature I should be hunting, but right now I didn't give a flying shit. I just wanted to sleep with this very handsome specimen in front of me.
We walked into the boarding house, kissing, laughing, and groping the whole way. We made it up the stairs to his room. At the threshold he picked me up with his vampire strength and threw me across the room, onto his plush, white bed. He was on me in a second. Then we started to make out again. His hand started to creep under my shirt. He pulled it off in one fluid movement.
"Smooth." I murmured against his lips. I only felt him smile in response, while pressing butterfly kisses to my exposed abdomen.
He steadily moved downwards, down my abs, and finally came to my belt. He flashed one glance toward my face and I only nodded. His hands then occupied the task of swiftly undoing my belt. He got to the button of my pants and the zipper came soon after. Finally he inched my pants off my frame making sure that I could feel every inch of rough denim as it moved across my thighs. I moaned at the sensation of the rough denim across my heightened nerve endings. My moans seemed to make the process of my pants being on the floor go faster. My underwear was the only garment still one my body and Damon only had his signature black button up shirt unbuttoned.
"You're overdressed." I breathed out. Damon just nodded in agreement.
Damon's POV
My arm hurt like a bitch. I just ignored it though. The pleasure I was gonna feel after I got all of these clothes off was gonna be incredible. Enough to forget one werewolf bite, that's for sure. This sex felt different though. It was still lusty and filled with attraction but I felt something a little more...anyways at Dean's comment that I was overdressed I just sat up and straddled his thighs. I seductively took my shirt off. His hands ran up my sides, goosebumps following in his wake. I kissed Dean and he sank back into the pillows and groaned.
Seconds later, Stefan walked in.
Stefan's POV
The smell of sex hit my nose as soon as I walked into the house. Damon's room was quiet so I suspected that his outing for a human meal had been successful and that he had used the girl, fed, and sent her home. I walked upstairs to borrow Damon's copy of 'Gone with the Wind' again. With Elena gone to visit her Aunt in Denver, I was left with nothing to do but sit and wait. So I walked across the hallway to Damon's room. I came up the Damon's door and heard his labored breathing and a human heartbeat. I rushed into Damon's room to stop him from taking too much from the girl and saw Damon straddling a very attractive looking man on his bed. Only the man's head turned my way. Damon just kept looking at his partner, gently stroking his face. I was shocked at this act of tenderness from Damon, the heartless killer he portrayed himself as. I was brought out of my thoughts by Damon's voice.
"Good evening brother," then he turned to me, "Can I do something for you or can I get back to trying to make Dean scream?"
Damon's partner, Dean, reached up and smacked Damon's bare chest. Damon just looked down innocently and smiled his crooked grin that all the girls and apparently some guys fell for. I just turned around and closed the door. All I heard ws the crys of passion coming from upstair all night. ALL NIGHT.
Dean's POV
After who I assume to be Damon's brother walked out of the room Damon just returned back to undressing himself. He started to undo his belt and I immediately smacked his hands away. I got to work on his belt again and made sure my hand would innocently brush up against his cock while I unbuttoned his pants and took his belt off. The last times my hand brushed up against his cock he would throw his head back, mouth slack, and moan to the ceilings.
"Quiet down." I chuckled quietly.
"Sorry." But he moaned even louder. By this time we were naked and more than ready to get down to business. Suddenly I felt Damon stiffen in what I assumed was anger above me. I got scared remembering our last encounter that entailed sex and I remembered the bite mark that still hadn't healed on my neck. Damon then suddenly flipped me over onto my stomach. Never mind it wasn't anger it was lust, and lust I was totally okay with.
"This isn't gonna hurt sweetheart, just relax." Then he plunged into me so deep I swear I could feel him in my stomach. He pulled almost all the way out and plunged back in, setting a steady rhythm of working to pound me into the mattress. By now the burning was subsiding and intense pleasure was setting in.
We fucked for at least the next four hours.
Damon's POV
That was possibly the best sex of my life! Incredible, which is the only word I can use for that experience. I woke up to find the hunter pressed against me. I relished the partial comfort, until I felt it coming onto me. The crippling abdomen pains came with a huge wave of nausea. I got to the toilet just in time to throw up all the blood I had drank over the last week.
"Damon, are you okay baby?" I felt Dean's comforting hands rubbing circles on my back. I was suddenly so dizzy I could not stand. My feet seemed to disappear out from under me. I felt my skull crack as I hit the sink on my way down.
Dean's POV
Damon fell to the ground in a lifeless heap after his head hit the side of the porcelain sink with a sharp crack. He landed facedown and the side of his head was already soaked in blood. I started to panic until I remembered that Damon's brother, Stefan, was downstairs. I rushed out of the bathroom and threw on my jeans. I ran downstairs.
"HELP, STEFAN, HELP!" I screamed.
Stefan's POV
I was awakened by the quickening of Damon's playmate's heartbeat. Seconds later, Damon's playmate, Dean, I think his name was, came rushing down the stairs screaming for me to help. I got up from the couch and Dean came up to the couch telling me that Damon had hit his head and that it looked really bad. I rushed past Dean and up the stairs, and up to Damon's room using my vampire speed. I got to Damon's side and turned him face up. I could tell instantly that his skull was cracked and his brain was severly damaged.
Dean by now was pacing the bathroom, eyes brimming with tears. I pulled up Damon's sleeves to check for more injuries and saw a purplish coloring on his uppper arm. The veins on its underside were pulsing. It dawned on me immediatly. I let Damon's sleeve fall and started yelling at his corspse. "What the fuck Damon?! How the hell do you manage to get bitten and not tell anyone!"
Damon, coming back to life, groaned and rolled back to his original facedown position. He groaned again, this time with words attached. "Becuase brother, the last time I was bitten, you sold your soul to Klaus and went Ripper. I would rather die then to have you go through that agian!" He then spat on the ground, in disgust, to get his point across.
"Damon when did you get this bite?" I asked calmly.
"I will not let you sell your soul to Klaus agian for me!"
"Damon I would do it anyways, whether you wanted me to or not." I pulled out my phone and pulled up the contacts list. 'Klaus' the contact read. I took a deep breath and pushed the call button.
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