Blood Drug: Past, Present & Future

Chapter 10...

They had a plan, but right now, that wasn't Damon's focus—and it definitely wasn't what he wanted to focus on at the moment.

Julian was straddling him, his legs folded beside either of Damon's and his hands gripping Damon's thighs behind him for support. Damon's hands were on Julian's thighs in turn as the hybrid rocked and dipped his hips. His eyes closed, lips parted lightly and his head back.

Damon was balls deep, and he could feel the slow build with every movement, the feel of Julian around him. But as much as he hadn't wanted to, he concentrated on something else—he focused on Julian. There'd been something different about him for sometime now, but Damon had a hard time figuring it. But now that Julian was exposed and didn't realize he was under scrutiny, Damon knew that this was the time.

Julian's hair was still dark, if not an inch longer. His eyes were still the same violet colour, murky brown when he put in the coloured contacts to go out. Still the same height and still played the piano. But despite the fact that the whether was warm, had been covering up and wearing thick materials—almost as if he were hiding himself. But Damon didn't get what he was trying to cover, Damon found him sexy and... Beautiful.

Damon looked at him now, his body naked for all—for him.

His skin pale, cheek bones high, lips short and plump, his nose small. His arms long and toned underneath a layer of skin. His chest and his stomach... stomach…

Damon couldn't say that the kid ever had abs, but his stomach had always been flat. But now, now, not so much. He couldn't say that Julian's stomach was fat, but it seemed pudgy. Like he'd gone on a binge, and Damon knew that he was drinking more blood than was usual. And that was out of the ordinary as well.

Julian was weaving his hips in a manner that nearly made Damon's eyes roll, but he couldn't seem to tear his gaze from the kid's stomach. It wasn't as if he was repulsed by the idea of Julian gaining some weight, but somehow this seemed different; it seemed more concentrated on his center.

He couldn't look away and now that he noticed it, it was almost as if it demanded his attention. He had no idea what the hell this was, or this feeling that he got—the one where he knew that it wasn't him, but at the same time it wasn't Julian either. It was something completely different, but at the same time it was a part of Julian.

Julian clenched around him as he came, the pressure of it causing Damon to cum as well. Damon blinked, his eyes flickering from Julian's stomach to his face as the hybrid's cum landed on his chest. Julian's eyes were closed as he leaned his weight back on Damon's thighs as he panted; a small smirk touching his parted lips.

Damon's thumbs rubbed slow circles on Julian's thighs and he found himself staring the kid in unknown wonder. Julian blinked open his eyes and looked down at him.

"What?" Julian asked.

Damon was giving him his usual stare before he lowered his lids at half mast. "Just enjoying the view."

Julian just grinned at him before he rolled off his lap and pasted himself to Damon's side. Before he laid his head in the crook of Damon's shoulder, he grabbed a discarded sock that was still on the side of bed and wiped the drying cum from Damon's chest. Damon scrunched up his nose at the gesture and Julian tossed the soiled sock to the floor.

They were silent and Damon found his fingers trailing up and down Julian's side as they both lay there. He could feel Julian pressed against his side, but what was more pronounced was that where his stomach pressed against him was a heat. It was confusing, and it burned but he could seem to mention it or move Julian away.

Julian was the most relaxed in this moment than he had been the entire week—despite everything. This was the first time that they had sex in that time period and it was a record—he was probably the most laid teen in the entire world. He was sure that Damon hadn't noticed the change in his body and was glad, or he did notice but didn't mention—either way it didn't matter.

They hadn't seen hid nor hair of Klaus since the day that he approached Julian, and since Damon noticed Julian's stomach, he swore that it had grown.

He didn't know why—well he did—but he couldn't seem to relax if Julian wasn't in his line of sight—he knew that it was because the whole Klaus situation, but at the same time it was something more. And then Damon was sure that he'd died again when Stefan said something in passing—he'd been too shocked to reprimand.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say that Julian was pregnant." it was a tease.

But after a second of his brain shutting down, it starting up again and he actually entertained the idea. It couldn't be possible though, right? Julian was a guy and guys couldn't get pregnant. But then again, Julian wasn't fully human either. And Now Damon considered everything that had happened in the past few weeks.

Julian said that the morning after they had had sex, he had that craving for blood, and was sick. Then there was the crazy moods; one minute he was fine, then the next he was pissed. The amount of blood that he was consuming and had long since given up human food. The sudden clinginess. And lastly—something that should have been obvious—his stomach. It wasn't weight gain, as much as Damon wanted to tell himself, because it wasn't Julian's whole body but was instead just his stomach.

Damon's nostrils flared as he breathed through his nose rapidly. His heart pounded and he was sure that he was starting to have a panic attack. Could this be true? Could this really be happening?

He couldn't wait to find the answers and before he knew it he was already out the door. He knew that Julian was safe because Stefan and Elena were at the house, and his baby brother would take care of the hybrid. Damon hadn't even bothered taking his car—and not because he would have been driving like a maniac or crashed into a tree—because flitted and using his vampire speed was much more faster.

So the next time that Damon blinked, he was already in the living room and scooping up a surprised Julian before zooming up the stairs and into their bedroom bathroom.

"What the hell?" Julian exclaimed when Damon finally put him down, his feathers ruffled. He glared at Damon. "What're you doing?"

Damon stared at him with a piercing stare; Julian squinted at him, taking a step back.

"Pee on this." Damon said bluntly, shoving a small box into Julian's hand.

Now Julian looked at it confused, a home pregnancy test. He could feel the blood drain from his face as he looked down at it. "I'm not peeing on anything!" he growled, shoving the box back at Damon as he tried to pass the vampire. But Damon blocked his way, with force but no harm.

"Just pee on it, Julian." Damon growled low.

Julian squared his jaw stubbornly and crossed his arms over his chest as he glance sideways at him.

"What harm is there?" Damon raised a brow.

The vampire knew that he had the hybrid when Julian's shoulders slumped.

He grabbed the box and tore it open, digging around for a stick. He tossed the box on the sink counter before he turned to the toilet.

"Turn around." he grouched at Damon.

Damon rolled his eyes, but turned his back to Julian anyway.

Julian glared daggers at the offending stick before forcing himself to urinate. He couldn't believe Damon, what the hell was the vampire thinking? There was no way that he was pregnant!