Final chapter. Thanks for reading along. Reviews always welcome. I'm off to try my hand at a Damon/Stefan pairing...
The vampire's hands tightened around Jeremy's neck. Jeremy twisted his head from side to side, attempting to loosen the almost death-like grip. "Damon" he gasped "I can't breathe." The fingers wrapping his throat relaxed only slightly. Jeremy felt fangs pierce the ridge of his collarbone. He moaned. Shivered. Slow, sensuous tongue lapping instantly erased the pain. Jeremy moaned again. Arched his back.
The strong hands left his throat to capture Jeremy's. He was pinned, unable to move. The vampire began sliding his body along Jeremy's. Roughly, agonizingly. They were both naked. Lying on the bed. The sheets tangled, twisted, blankets lying on the floor in a heap amidst clothing. It was getting dark outside but the passing of time had gone unnoticed by the two males. Jeremy couldn't even remember leaving detention, school.
Damon lifted his head, retracted his fangs, and began to kiss Jeremy. The boy's mouth opened. He could taste his own metallic, sharp blood lingering on the vampire's lips and tongue. Sucked, swallowed. Damon released his grasp. Moved into a crouch between Jeremy' legs. Lifted Jeremy's hips. Entered the willing mortal. Time passed in a haze of pleasure, passion and heat. The vampire surrounded Jeremy, the boy's human senses alternately teased, tormented, gratified. He lost himself in Damon's touch, in their need for each other.
Jeremy lifted his head from the vampire's shoulder. "I thought we were going to my place. To talk to Elena and Jenna. They're not going to be impressed that I'm MIA again." Damon made a sound of displeasure. "Yeah, family dinner sounded like a good idea before you jumped me. Now it sounds like something that can wait until tomorrow. Or the next day. Or even the day after that. I'm not really in a hurry to face the wrath of Hal Roach's Little Rascals." Jeremy pulled himself into a semi-seated position.
Leaning over the vampire he whispered, "Say it again." "What?" whispered back the other man, somewhat theatrically, "What do you want to hear?" Jeremy shook his head in a negative motion. Pouted. Waited. "That you're cute? That you turn me on? That I love fucking you?" Jeremy laughed. Shook his head again. Waited. "That you drive me crazy? That I want you, need you?" Jeremy smiled. Waited. "That I'm willing to tell the world about us? That there is an 'us'? That maybe the risks of attempting to be with a human are worth it if that person is you? That, danger aside, I can't imagine things going back to the way they were? Before you, before I lived for your smile, your touch, your…." Damon faltered. Jeremy waited. "For your love? Is that what you want to hear me say? That I love you?" Jeremy nodded. Waited.
Damon looked up at Jeremy. For what felt like an eternity, those blue eyes studied him, seemed to pierce through into his soul. Jeremy felt raw, open. Held his ground. Waited. Then. Finally. The words he once thought the vampire incapable of feeling, of saying. The words that made his world make sense. Held him together. That made life worth living. "I love you Jeremy. For always. "
