Title: Growing Darkness
Author: CrowX
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Damon/Jeremy
Word count: 1376
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 awesome 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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Thanks to everyone of my lovely reviewers. Your comments made me so happy that I immediately wrote the sequel!

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Growing Darkness

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Chapter 2

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The first thing Jeremy became aware of was the pressure inside his ass, the sparking pleasure of something against his prostate. His arms and legs were tingling, as if they'd fallen asleep. But it wasn't painful. Then he felt the body against his back, pressing him into the soft carpet. He heard the crackling of the fire and smelled the burning wood overpowering the strong scent of blood and sex.

Finally Jeremy opened his eyes. In front of him there was the fireplace and he could see the flames dancing, creating shadows in the darkening room. Then, at last, his memories started to return slowly. He continued to stare into the fire as he remembered the torture of the werewolf, the intense look on Damon's face, making him hard and wanting. He recalled the way Damon had pushed him into the wall, making him admit his dark secret.

His eyes fell to his right hand next, seeing the bare place where the comforting big ring had sat before. He shuddered, knowing that he hadn't blacked out from pleasure. But his shivers weren't due to regret or fear. Jeremy felt like something had finally clicked, fallen back into place. Sighing contentedly he clenched around the cock still buried in his ass. Smirking he heard the vampire letting out a groan.

"I stand by what I said earlier: You were born to be a vampire, Jeremy."

Humming in agreement Jeremy turned them with his newfound strength, without severing the connection between them. Twisting around with a grace he'd never before had he faced Damon, sitting on his groin. The vampire still had blood smeared around his lips, his blood!

Moaning Jeremy bent down and licked the dried blood from Damon's lips. When there was nothing left he plunged his tongue inside the tempting mouth, exploring it once again. With his heightened senses the vampire tasted different now, sharper, better.

After a while Jeremy sat up and looked down. Damon's pale skin was illuminated by the fire, glowing in a more healthy shade than normally. His dark hair was mussed, framing his face as Damon crossed his arms behind his head, smirk firmly in place. Jeremy's eyes travelled down from the muscled upper arms over his chest, admiring the perfectly sculpted muscles.

"I want to draw you."

He wasn't even embarrassed by his bold statement. In fact he didn't feel much at all. There was no confusion or desperation like there had been with Vickie back then. He only felt contentment, want and lust. Thinking about Vickie brought back some memories he'd forgotten. The compulsion was lifting, but Jeremy didn't feel much different. Even alive he'd made his peace after reading the truth in Elena's diary. Granted it had taken some time. Damon's voice brought him back to the present.

"If you want. I feel flattered."

The vampire was still smirking, his eyes dark. Jeremy hadn't seen Damon while coming, so he began to move his hips up only to sink down again. His own forgotten cock was fully hard, brushing against his stomach with each movement.

"Touch me, Damon. Wanna feel you."

The vampire didn't give in to his demand, clearly enjoying being pleasured. Frustrated Jeremy closed his own hand around his cock. He could only thrust once into his hand when Damon suddenly changed their position. Sitting up he pressed Jeremy's back into the carpet, taking over. With a hard grip Damon pushed Jeremy's hands behind him, holding them down.

"You're mine now, Jeremy. If you don't want to face your new life without a teacher, you better do what I tell you to."

Whining Jeremy complied, even though he ached to get more friction on his neglected hardness.

"Okay, okay. Just please touch me."

Damon chuckled in triumph and kissed Jeremy's lips again as he set a hard, fast pace. Jeremy knew that now he could take it and pushed upwards, meeting each trust with his own. Groaning and whimpering Jeremy tried not to let his eyes close, wanting to see that gorgeous face above him. After what seemed like an eternity, Damon was touching his cock at the same time as he sank his teeth in Jeremy's neck.

Screaming Damon's name, Jeremy came harshly, black spots appearing in front of his eyes. Damon drew up as he clenched around the vampire's cock and Jeremy's breath caught as he watched the bliss wiping away the smirking look as Damon came deep inside him with a growl.

Jeremy moaned at the loss when Damon's cock slid out of him and tried to sit up. His ass was burning and he felt very weak all of a sudden.

"I don't feel too good. Why?"

Damon examined him with a knowing look.

"Normally you'd have more time, but I took every single drop of blood in you, twice over. You have to feed. Or you'll fade. It's your decision."

Jeremy shook his head, there was nothing to decide. Only now he felt that his throat was aching, burning. His mouth was dry and his limbs felt weak. Breathing in he smelt the strong scent of blood. Looking over where it came from he saw the big dark red puddle, drying already. Instinctively he crawled closer, his fingers reaching out to get some of that alluring substance. He licked the clumping drops from his fingers, his body shuddering with want.

"So thirsty. Want more. Please. Damon, please, give me some more."

Damon didn't move, just sitting there, watching him curiously. Whimpering with need Jeremy sank down until he was half-lying in the nearly dried puddle, the cold blood smearing all over his body. His tongue came out and he licked the gooey liquid, moaning at the taste. There was nothing holding him back now and like an animal Jeremy growled as he slurped the blood, not minding the cold taste. Although something fresh would be so much better…

When nothing but the dried parts were left Jeremy saw the leg, bound to a chair. His eyes were focusing on that leg in a tunnel vision and like a person dying of thirst he crawled over, his hands tearing away the pants covering the leg. He could smell the death lingering on the skin, but his need was too strong. His gums were aching as Jeremy tried to bite into the cold flesh with his still human teeth, tearing apart the skin clumsily. Only a little bit of blood came out, tasting worse than the puddle.

"Here, take this. And then we go hunting. You'll do marvelous, I'm sure of it."

A blood bag was dangling in front of his eyes and Jeremy grabbed it with fervor. Tearing it apart he swallowed gulp after gulp of the delicious blood. Damon had warmed it up and it was like heaven on earth. When he was finished, Jeremy sat back on the floor, resting his back against the legs of the corpse.

"Thanks. Feel much better."

And he did. The aching in his gums was gone and he felt the lengthening of his fangs. The sound of the fire grew louder in the room and his vision turned sharper. He could feel the strength flooding into his arms and legs, feeling empowered and energetic. It was addictive. He stood up and looked over his naked body, covered in different nuances of red. He wanted to paint it.

"Red is such a great color. With so many shades…"

Damon threw his head back and laughed heartily. He couldn't remember anyone taking to vampirism as fast as Jeremy had. Not even himself. Even though his emotions were turned off, he could feel a deep sense of satisfaction, happiness even. Jeremy was going to be his best creation, existing for eternity.

"You'll do great, Jere. This is going to be so much fun. But we should shower first. Looking like this won't do for hunting. And then we'll have to decide what to do. You'll need a ring. So we need to find a plan for Judgy to make you one."

Smirking Jeremy followed Damon into his room with the big walk-in shower. He had no regrets. For the first time in his life he felt like he belonged. Belonged as a vampire, belonged to Damon

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TBC

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Since this story is being published while still writing on it, I welcome any inputs you may have. So if you have any suggestions, I'm glad to read them. Thanks!