Title: Growing Darkness
Author: CrowX
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Damon/Jeremy
Word count: 1391
Warnings: slash, angst, character death, torture
Summary: What would be if Jeremy was turned on after watching Damon torture Mason?

Author's Notes: Many thanks to my wonderful beta reader darkkite23.
Written for the Weekend Comment Fic Party at LJ's community tvd_rareships, for a prompt of nicenicegirl.
I'm sorry that it took so long for this chapter and that it isn't that kinky, but the next two chapters are... ;-)

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

Chapter 3

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Trailing after Damon, Jeremy took in every part of the structure of the house; his newly found senses seeing all the details in the wooden work, in the lavish carpets and in every part of Damon's muscled back. Admiring his maker's body was by far more interesting than the boarding house.

He came back to the present when they entered what smelled like Damon's room. Looking around it confirmed his initial assessment. The room was made from dark wood and golden drapes, nearly bare except for a monstrous bed and mirror. He snorted. Damon looked back in question.

"There's no mistake that this is your room. A bed big enough for any orgy and a mirror to see yourself from head to toe."

Smirking Damon took it as a compliment.

"Just wait until you see the bathroom. See, it's big enough for another orgy. But right now I prefer a two-man orgy in there, if you're game…"

Smiling in amusement Jeremy touched his chest, smearing the drying blood on it. The only enhanced feelings he'd let on were lust and anger, amusement and cruelty. Right now lust was prominent and Jeremy stepped into the hot shower Damon had started.

Damon held up a sponge, already frothy with some spicy scented soap and Jeremy grabbed it, brushing his chest with it. He moaned at the sensation, every nerve ending tingling with his enhanced sense of touch.

Entranced Damon watched this fledgling putting on a show, turning the dried blood into pink foam until the water washed it away. When he was cleaned up Damon gave him some more of that soap, knowing that everyone, even humans, would be able to smell the same scent over both of them. He liked that immensely, him stating his claim over the boy.

"Now you better get me cleaned up, too. Still can smell the werewolf's stink on me."

Jeremy went over to him and did as he asked, drawing the sponge over his chest and back. When he bent down to do Damon's legs, a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"On your knees, kid."

With a smirk that seemed far too much like Damon's own, Jeremy sat on his knees and cleaned Damon's legs one after another. Then there was only one place left: Damon's midsection. Looking up to Damon, regardless of the water spraying on his face, Jeremy put the sponge over Damon's tight ass, rubbing in small circles over each cheek.

Damon shifted a bit, spreading his legs to allow Jeremy to touch him there. The boy had been good so far. He was a natural submissive, but Damon also looked forward to see the feral side during the hunt. When the sponge brushed over his hole he let out a small moan as a reward for the kid's service.

Finally Jeremy let the sponge touch Damon's already hard cock, brushing up and down the hard length, caressing the balls on the way down.

Opening his eyes he couldn't remember closing, Damon looked down to the boy, still on his knees, with an erection of his own straining against his stomach.

"You're a good boy, so I give you a reward. Better prepare yourself…"

He handed him a bottle of shower oil and Jeremy immediately understood and moved a bit away from the spray of water. He spread his legs farther apart and traced an oiled finger around his hole, until he finally pushed it inside. He whined at the feeling, thrusting it in and out and then took a second one to do the same. It was the first time he did that in front of someone. His pleasure sparked and with a moan, Jeremy found himself begging.

"Oh fuck, Damon, please just take me. It's not enough. Want to feel you, want to get fucked by you. Please!"

Laughing with satisfaction Damon grabbed the soft hips of the kid and – with one fast thrust – slid inside. Jeremy was still tight around him, but slick enough for him to keep pushing in and out in an accelerating pace.

"You feel great. Love the sounds you make, knowing only I can give you this kind of pleasure."

Meanwhile Jeremy was leaning on his elbows, not minding that they and his knees were chafing on the edges of the tiles. They were healing immediately after all and the smell of his own blood made him even harder.

"Damon, please, faster. Wanna come so badly."

After a few more thrusts Damon felt his own desire overriding his wish to draw it out. With a deep growl he emptied himself in that tight ass, riding out the last waves of lust with small pushes as he touched Jeremy's neglected cock. The boy came immediately, again letting out those nearly painful sounding gasps of his name.

They stayed connected for a few more moments, catching their breaths, until Damon felt the shower slowly turning colder. He grabbed the soap and with a few businesslike movements cleaned them both again.

After toweling themselves dry, Damon searched in his walk-in closet for something Jeremy could wear. The boy was taller than himself and his shoulders were regretfully broader than his own; which made dominating him all the more fun though. At long last he found an old box with some of his clothes from the 80s. There were enough of those too big shirts that had been in fashion then and also a few of those loose linen pants. Naturally, his had always been black.

Jeremy took them with a curious glance, but chose not to say anything and put them on instead. They fit quite well, not looking as old-fashioned as he feared.

"I'm still hungry. You said something along the lines of hunting…"

Chuckling Damon pulled on his own tight black button down.

"So eager. Yes, we're going, don't you worry. But we won't hunt here, too many people with vervain in their system crawling over the place. There's a town a few miles away with a nice bar. You should have no problem to find someone to compel."

Luckily it was already getting dark. Before they went Damon checked in with Stefan, who told him all about the well full of vervain. Not wanting to be there when he came Damon told him that he had to go hunting. Getting a lot of warnings from Stefan to not kill anyone he rolled his eyes and just told Stefan to clean up the werewolf while he was gone.

"I already did my fair share of work with that werewolf, you can at least clean up."

Not waiting for Stefan's response he turned off his phone.

"Jeremy, you'd better text Elena and Jenna something to stop anyone from getting suspicious.

Jeremy complied, telling them that he was taking a walk. Before they left, Jeremy grabbed all of his clothes and belongings and stored them in Damon's room. They were bloody and ripped apart, and if Stefan saw them he would immediately know what'd happened. The smell of werewolf was overpowering all other scents in the den, so nobody would be the wiser.

They took the Damon's blue Chevrolet just in time before Caroline came. Accelerating they drove off before the other newborn could take a look inside the car.

"That was close. We should better come up with a cover story soon. And you need a ring if you want to stay in Mystic Falls."

Jeremy agreed and racked his brain thinking about a way he could be turned.

"I only see two options: we either tell them the truth and deal with it, or we just say that I had a car accident and you gave me blood to save me…"

Smirking Damon looked over to his new toy.

"I like your first idea. It would be fun to mess with them all. But you're still not invincible and you need that ring. So I propose to go with your second idea. As long as Bonnie doesn't touch you or me, she won't get suspicious."

When they arrived at the outskirts of the next town, Damon parked in front of a bar. Loud music was blaring and, deeming by the cars outside, it was packed. The ideal hunting ground.

"Let's see how you do. Better try to not make a massacre in there. You'll need to learn finesse."

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TBC