Author's Note- Thank you, everyone, who reviewed, followed and favourited! I sincerely appreciate it! I'm so excited for you guys to read this chapter if there's something I love writing is people being together but no one knowing.
Has anyone seen Alex Skasrgard's (actor who plays Eric Northman) photos of him as Tarzan because now that is all I picture when I write Eric now. Holy hotness.
Anyway, enjoy! :)
Chapter 11- They Don't Know About Us
"I...just stop talking."
Eric granted his request, as he kissed Damon fully. The intensity of it made him come undone, his fingers scraping along the viking's fevered skin. He was freezing and burning at the same time, his skin so hot, yet Eric's mouth so cold. He was on fire, as his shirt was torn from his body, those hands gripping his now naked waist. The kiss continued, fast, heated, carnal as their tongues dug deep and toyed together. He gasped, pressing himself closer into Eric- his arms coming around the man's neck, his fingers twining through his hair. The vikings own inched further along the smoothness of his skin. Deeper. Lower. He let out a wanton moan into the other man's mouth, his lungs screaming at him to come up for air but Eric just kissed him harder. His heart was hammering, fit to burst.
It couldn't be helped as he finally pushed himself off Eric just enough to heave in oxygen. He opened his eyes, just to shut them in shock as Eric gave him no time to catch up on breathing as the man just kissed him again. Brutally. Fighting and winning instantly the claim for dominance as the man's one hand fisted into the tangles of his hair. His mouth was fierce on Damon's, his fingers biting into his hip. He made a strangled sound, feeling like he was being pulled apart. One more touch and he was sure to die; he would never survive this.
Not that he wanted to.
Could someone die of pleasure? Though if he was going to die of pleasure, he'd much prefer to, at least, have Eric' cock buried deep inside him.
Not that it mattered, because in one fluid movement, he found himself sprawled out onto the other couch opposite of the one he'd occupied, alone- his legs still splayed like was straddling something. His eyes shot open in surprise to find himself catching a book thrown his way. Another blink and Eric was splayed out on the other couch, one leg bent up, the other spread out along the entirety of the surface, and over the armrest. Propped in his hands was a book, making it appear as if it was the most casual thing in the world to read a book in one's tight, black briefs.
"What the fuck-"
His head shot up as he heard the front door open of the boarding house, and he found himself mimicking his boyfriend's pose, feeling his heart hammer against his ribcage. And he'd thought they'd be able to have a quickie while his brother was in the shower.
"Stefan?" He grimaced as he recognized that voice. "Damon?"
"Caroline what a surprise."
His eyes narrowed into slits as Eric called Barbie into the living room. When did they become friendly enough for first names?
"Eric is-"
Caroline paused as she took them both in, her barbie eyes wide, her jaw lax as it hung open, probably catching flies.
"Yes?" He spat out, his eyes still trained on the book in his hands though the words on the page were just a blur.
"Why are you in your underwear Damon?"
He tensed, as a million thoughts raced to an excuse. "It's my house! Why do you care? Enjoying the view?" The girl just snorted at him as she crossed her arms over her chest. Then a thought came to him. "Why aren't you asking Eric?"
There was a look between the two blonds, one that set his teeth on edge. He almost growled as the girl dared to grin at his viking. "I've already seen him naked a few times. Him wearing anything at all is a shock."
It was him now whose jaw was on the floor as he just stared at the viking- his heart stopping. "Excuse me what now?"
"Well it all-"
"Was I talking to you Barbie?" He snapped, though through his bristling fury that was screaming to surface there was an overwhelming fear of being replaced. "Explain. Now."
Eric had the audacity to just nonchalantly shrug at him. "She was the one who kept coming into my room while I was sleeping. And then she interrupted my bath time." The viking raised an eyebrow at him, as he closed his book, putting it on the coffee table. "Did you thinking something more happened? That we fucked?"
He attempted to laugh, but it came out more as a weak puff of air. "No,"
His eyes narrowed into slits as the man guffawed, throwing his head back against the pillow, his other leg stretching out giving him a delicious view of Eric's herculean body. "You're a terrible liar darling."
"Fuck you."
"Maybe later."
"You know it's rude to just change languages to talk about someone while they're right in the room."
His attention was drawn back to Barbie who was rooted in the same spot, arms still crossed over her chest.
"Oh, are you still here?" He sarcastically replied, running a hand lazily down his chest. "What a shame."
"Ignore Damon, he's in one of his moods." Eric teased. "Can we help you with something Caroline?"
"One of my moods?"
"It's about Klaus." Caroline completely ignored him, as did the viking. The girl strolled further into the room, coming to stop at the edge of Eric's couch. "I ran into him at the Mystic Grill. He's leaving town to look for Katherine. Apparently he has leads on her whereabouts. We can't let him get to the cure first." She looked between the two of them now. "So what are we going to do?"
"We?" He snorted. "When did the three of us become a we?"
"Damon this is serious. If Klaus gets it first, who knows what he'll do with it."
He was getting sick and tired of Klaus and the cure. Why he and Eric were still here was a bit of a mystery.
"Look Barbie, if you care so much, why don't you seduce him. I'm sure he'll give you anything if you spread your legs." He said as Caroline glared at him. "Eric informs me you're single, so that shouldn't be much of an issue."
The blonde's attention shifted to Eric. "You told Damon?!"
"I tell Damon everything,"
There was silence as Barbie observed them, clearly flummoxed. Why he wasn't sure. They weren't being too obvious? Were they?
"Why are you half naked Damon?"
He almost jumped out of his skin as his brother stood in the doorway of the parlour, his hair still dripping wet. Clearly he'd just finished his shower.
"Why do people suddenly care if I wear clothes or not? This is my house if I want to sit and read a book in my boxers, I will." He exclaimed, though from Stefan's expression, he wasn't buying anything he said.
He wasn't going to let it phase him as he flipped the page with more flourish than needed, and pretended to ignore them. It didn't last a moment though as he heard, then watched his brother sniff the air.
"Are you burning something, Damon?"
His eyes shot to the fire, then to Eric who looked ever so smug, and he glanced back to the fireplace to see a piece of his black shirt sitting on the burning logs. That was the last time he wore a Tom Ford shirt when he wanted a quickie.
"Just some old rags that were laying around the house." He lied, glaring over at Eric as he chuckled. "You owe me a new shirt asshole."
"So what are you doing here Caroline?" Stefan asked, and he sighed in relief.
Barbie turned to face his brother. "I ran into Klaus and he's already leaving town to find Katherine and the cure. So I came here. We need a plan."
"Yeah, Rebekah texted me about Klaus just a few minutes ago. I'm going to go meet up with her, hopefully, try to convince her to work together with us. We need an Original on our side" Stefan replied.
"Is that the kids are calling fucking these days?" He jested, his eyes still peeled on his book, but he did glance over at his boyfriend for just a second to see him smirking. "If you're going to whore yourself out Stef, it should be to Klaus. Make sure he wears protection though, who knows where he's been."
He let his trademark smirk escape as he heard his brother seethe. "I swear Damon, how many times do I have to say I've never been with Klaus."
"Eric, be a dear and corroborate my story. You remember my brother and that hybrid psychopath," he grinned over at the viking.
"Rutting together in a darkened alley in Chicago in the '20s? I have no idea what you're talking about, you'll have to be more specific Damon," Eric replied smugly, winking at his brother.
Caroline had the exact same expression on her face when she'd first arrived. "They're just joking right Stefan?"
"I…" It was obvious his brother didn't know what to do with himself as his fists were clamped to his sides, the muscles of his jaw working as he clenched and unclenched his teeth. But underneath that rage was the flushed worry and wide eyes of someone who'd been caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar. "It was-" He almost felt a little sorry for his brother as he was clearly trying to save himself. "It happened once. Okay?!"
His own eyes widened at that confession. "Just once? Who are you trying to fool Stef?" He wasn't going to let him off that easily though.
"Fine, Twice." He raised his one eyebrow at Stefan expectantly. "Fine maybe more than that. It didn't mean anything. I was drunk on blood. I barely remember it, and I'm pretty sure he compelled me. I mean who knows what's real and what's not with Klaus."
"Sure blame the compulsion. Take the easy way out." He teased mercilessly.
"Fuck you, Damon."
That was it as Stefan turned on his heel and stormed out of their house. He laughed to himself, shaking his head. He didn't know why his brother was so embarrassed about it. Having sex with a thousand year old vampire could be the most pleasurable feeling in the world.
"That was just cruel!" Caroline chastised.
Was she still here?
"Then go comfort him. Or are you jealous he's had Klaus first?"
"Can't you do something about him?" Barbie gestured to him while focused on Eric.
"They're brothers Caroline, it's in their nature to belittle each other. Besides I think it's good Stefan admits his past with Niklaus. He has nothing to be ashamed about."
He didn't have to look at Eric to know there was a double meaning behind those words.
"Exactly."
The room descended back into an irritating silence, and he wished Caroline would fuck off so he could go back to enjoying the viking to himself. Preferably naked.
"So do you think-" He tilted his head watching the blonde princess ponder. "Do you think they still like each other? That way? Does that mean they're gay?"
He snorted, as he and Eric shared a look. "I think the term you're looking for Car bear is bisexual."
"Why do humans insist on labels. Fucking a man, or a woman. Does it matter? Sex is sex." Eric said. "Though I have a feeling pertaining to your brother, I imagine Klaus is probably one of his only male lovers."
"Probably one of his only lovers in general," He added. "But to answer your question Barbie, I don't think my brother has any real residual feelings for Klaus. But those months he was with Klaus and was back to his old ripper self, he could have very well fallen for the psychopath again. I mean, Klaus only likes ripper Stefan. And my brother's dark side likes to have fun and he doesn't care where that fun comes from."
"And it doesn't surprise you that your brother slept with a man?"
"What he does with his cock is his business." He shrugged as he found himself glancing back at Eric. "Now don't you have a prom to plan or something?" He dismissed her with a hand, gesturing toward the door. "Why don't you skedaddle while the adults go out and have fun."
"Are you two going drinking?"
"Maybe." He uttered, eying up the blonde. "It's only for those who drink from the vein, so you're not invited."
"Eric invited me out last time, and I had fun," Caroline mentioned, sending a pit to the bottom of his stomach. "Can I come? Tyler told Matt about our breakup and he's bound to tell the rest of my friends. I'd just like to forget about everything for tonight."
"Wait," he said, mostly to put two and two together. "You went to a bar with Barbie? And she actually fed on a human?"
"I was bored, and she isn't the worst company in the world." Eric shrugged as if that statement wasn't the craziest thing he'd heard today. "If you'd like to come, Caroline, you're more than welcome."
"What? No, she's not. I wanted to have fun!"
"Then lose the game." Stormy blue eyes met his own. "I don't plan on making this easy for you."
"Fine. You'll lose in a day anyway."
"Oh, I plan on winning Damon. You'll cave first. I know it." With a wink, Eric turned back toward their guest. "Well I need to get changed. So do you Damon. Let's say an hour, and we meet here."
"Hold on, what will your humanity sponsor say, Caroline? You don't feed from humans." He brought it up in the hopes of guilting the teen into changing her mind and letting them enjoy their night. Alone.
"I do now. Well, tonight anyway. I want to have fun, and let loose." Caroline giggled, as she turned on her heel and headed toward the door. "Alright see you both in an hour. I need to change too."
He cocked his head to the side, and then to the other- the entire evening taking a bizarre twist.
"What have you done with sweet innocent Caroline?" He asked, flabbergasted as he began to search the living room for what he'd been worried would be found by unwanted visitors. "And where did my pants go?"
Eric strolled past him leisurely, one finger pointed up as he passed. He glanced up only to see his denim jeans hung over the banister of the second floor. How the hell did Eric manage to get them up there?
Eric supposed he deserved this. He did say he wouldn't make their game easy, so why should Damon make it easy either? Though with his brother, the girl he'd used to love and the rest of what Damon lovingly called the scooby gang here, he was expecting a bit more restraint.
They'd been bar hopping all night. Somehow their evening with just Caroline turned into a hunt for Katherine. The girl had texted one of her friends, Bonnie if he recalled and now they were all here. Caroline was next to him in a small booth overlooking the rest of the room, with a brunette girl, maybe a few years older than the teenager, sprawled out on the table, her head and arms towards them for easy access to her veins.
None of it mattered though as his attention was drawn to Damon who was standing on top of the bar, his black dress shirt undone, revealing his sweat-sheened muscled chest that just begged for a tongue to lap up the droplets of blood trickling down his stomach. With a pair of remarkably tight black leather pants that never failed to make his mouth water. He didn't need to see Damon's backside to know exactly what that ass looked like in those pants. They left nothing to the imagination.
The music changed, to something slow and sensual and those simmering eyes, so blue, alert and intense met his own. The stare was longer than necessary as Damon stood there, the girls around him forgotten. Then the beat changed, becoming hot and heavy and so did Damon. He began to move, rolling his hips slowly and seductively, his eyes never leaving his. A hand trailed down the chiselled muscle of his chest, before throwing his arm outright, spreading them wide. His hips thrusted forward to the beat as his shirt slid off his broad shoulders and down his arms and to the floor.
"What the hell is Damon doing?"
He heard the girl beside him but his eyes couldn't quite leave the scene in front of him. The erotic movements of Damon's hips casted a spell over his attention; demanding it, requiring it…
The bass dropped, and Damon jumped, his legs spread wide as he slid onto the empty metal table a few metres from the bar. He leaned back as his body convulsed in rhythmic waves his hands running lazily over his chest.
"I do believe it's called a strip tease." He finally was able to answer, his eyes drifting to Caroline for a moment who was also transfixed on Damon's performance.
His attention drifted back to his lover whose back was completely flush with the table, legs spread surprisingly wide for how tight those leather pants must be. He came back up just as slow as he'd went down, his hands slithering lower until they reached the front of his pants. The blood in his throat was caught as those fingers went inside pushing the pants lower on his body revealing those delicious hip dents. It didn't last long, as his hands came back out, but he began to gyrate and thrust his hips, accentuating the fact this was beginning to get to the brunette too.
"He's surprisingly good at it. He must be drunk, or does he realize he's giving the entire bar a show."
Blue eyes met his own and Caroline's voice was drowned out by the intense stare he found himself basking in. Damon's arms shot out, and he slithered down onto the metal of the table. The beat changed again and his eyes widened a fraction as Damon's legs shot open, his ass in the air, as his body lay flat against the table. And then he began to move, using just his hips to move his supple ass back and forth his mind wishing to any God that would listen that those pants would just disappear. He continued to shake his behind to the beat but moved to give him a much better angle of his property.
"Damon is a stripper for me at Fangtasia actually, it's how he earns his keep. Though he does it mostly for the attention." He replied, though this time he didn't bother to acknowledge the girl. He didn't think he could.
Raising himself from the table slowly, Damon twisted and thrusted his body in ways that just shouldn't be possible in pants like that. The man made it look easy though, as he worked his body in the deadliest, most erotic way, his eyes falling on him, and lingering. Sweat painted the defined and tanned skin of the vampire, the lights making him gleam and shimmer. Rhythmically he moved back to his hands and knees, his legs spreading. His hips began to gyrate again, moving in the most sinful and quick ways as he practically fucked the metal table, the muscles in his arms working overtime as they carried his weight. He bit his lip so hard he could taste blood, needing a distraction or he'd lose himself. And the bet.
The beat slowed, and with a distinct glint in his eye, he rolled onto his back, presenting himself to him, with his legs splayed wide open, his body writhing in a way that left him breathless, his mind replaying thousands of imagines of the man writhing beneath him.
But then the music slowed, and Damon stilled his movements. It ended, and the vampire rolled off the table and went back to the group of now even more eager women he'd abandoned during his strip tease.
"He strips really? Not something I was expecting." He smiled at the girl as he was finally able to form a single coherent thought. "It obviously worked, I think he got the entire bar's attention. Doesn't it bother you that he's blatantly flirting with those women when he's with your progeny."
Sure the women were hanging off Damon's arm, but he wasn't paying them much mind. His attention was now drawn to his phone. "He's just playing with food."
He felt the familiar vibration of his cell phone, and he took it out of his pocket. Curious.
Text Received: 1:30am
From: Damon
So how's that self-control now?
He looked up just in time to see Damon wink at him. Bastard.
"Find anything?"
"Define anything. Books in strange languages. Loads."
Caroline swiveled from her position by the bookshelf, waving about a few thick, old leather bound books.
Her and Bonnie had been rifling through Professor Shane's office for a good twenty minutes now and they'd found little to nothing on the cure. Not that they were expecting to find much- why Stefan thought they'd be able to recreate the cure to begin with was a long shot but with no information on Katherine's whereabouts, they were desperate. She just wished she could speak Latin, or some other witch language because these books could hold the answers.
"I guess just add them to the boxes for the Salvatore house. Damon said he'd come by in an hour to help us load the car and take some for him and Eric to translate." Bonnie replied as she glanced up from the Professor's desk, gesturing to the haphazard pile of boxes by the door.
She nodded, sauntering over across the small space and throwing them into one of the larger boxes with Damon's name scribbled on the side. "Does the school know about Professor Shane?"
She turned around to face Bonnie in time to see her shake her head. "I don't think so. I wish Damon hadn't killed him, this could have been a lot easier."
"Why did he?"
"Why does Damon do anything." Bonnie sighed, putting a notebook on top of a pile in front of her on the desk. "It was odd, though. One minute I was asking Damon about Eric, and Shane cut in and then in a flash his neck was broken and Damon tossed Jer his ring back."
She furrowed her eyebrows. "What did Shane say to provoke Damon?"
Her best friend cocked her head to the side. "Well, I was asking Damon about the differences between Eric and his species of vampires. I didn't even realize Shane had come back alive until he became to speak. All he said was isn't Eric the one you wanted and then, that was it. I don't even know what Shane was talking about. Damon wouldn't elaborate. He seemed on edge, so I didn't try to press the issue. I mean, he did kidnap us. And threaten us. And who knows what he would have done when we turned our back on him. Not that I condone murder to solve our problems, but I am glad to know Silas won't be raised. At least by Shane."
She hummed, still perplexed. Not that she could argue against Bonnie's logic. "Those two seem odd to you?"
"Damon and Shane?"
"No, Damon and Eric." She corrected, grabbing the last few books of interest from the bookshelf before taking a seat in front of Professor Shane's desk. "Their relationship, it's odd right?"
"Honestly," Bonnie paused, a small burst of laughter spilled from her lips. "This is going to sound terrible, but I'm surprised Damon has friends at all."
"Right!" She exclaimed. "Especially ones like Eric."
Her best friend pursed her lips, cocking her head to the side again. "Especially ones like Eric?" She brought her hands together as she leaned forward on the desk, her eyebrows raised at her. "Is there something you aren't telling me Car?"
"No." She shook her head smiling, but turned serious as Bonnie continued to stare at her. "No, I swear. Nothing like that." She bit her lip as the memories of the last few days were conjured back up. "It's just, Eric's nice. Like really nice. I mean he's a bit of an ass, like Damon. But he cares about him so much. You should have seen how easy it was to get him to decrypt the sword once he found out Damon had been kidnapped."
"It doesn't surprise me. Damon told us a bit about his relationship with Eric when we were on the island and from what I gather, they both care deeply about each other. I think they're very close." Bonnie replied.
"Maybe too close?"
Bonnie stared at her, confused. "What do you mean?"
"It's just when I went to the boarding house yesterday, Damon and Eric were both sitting on the couch, both in their boxers like it was the most casual thing in the world. Then when we were bar hopping last night, Eric told me Damon is a stripper for him at the bar he owns. And the way he was staring at Damon when he was dancing…" Her voice drifted off, as her own thoughts weren't sure where they were headed.
"What? You think there might be something more?" Bonnie asked.
"Maybe. At least from Eric. He told me he's had both male and female lovers." She declared.
"He's bisexual?"
"I guess."
"So you think he likes Damon?" Bonnie asked, with confusion as the girl appeared to process just exactly what she was trying to get at. "But Damon has Pam."
"Exactly."
Bonnie furrowed her eyebrows as she placed her head in her hand. "What?"
"Well I mean think about it. Damon's dating his progeny Pam and is obviously not into guys. Though not disgusted by it." She added, remembering her earlier discussion with Damon about his brother and Klaus. "And Damon's attractive enough I guess. And we both know Damon isn't as heartless as he'd like us to believe." Her mind was racing as she was trying to piece it all together to make Bonnie understand. "And he's the one who came here to Mystic Falls, by himself. And Pam just happens to be back in Louisiana to look after their bar while he's away. And they haven't left yet, even though Klaus now wants them both dead. So maybe the reason Eric wants Damon to look for this cure so badly, is because he's figuring out a way to tell Damon how he really feels."
"You got all that because of some looks he gave Damon last night." Bonnie chuckled as she shook her head but then abruptly stopped as if a thought just came to her. "Now that you mention it, Damon did express how close they were when we were on the island. He told us Eric would give him the world if he asked. And Damon did tell me that when he'd been kidnapped, Eric saved him. And looked after him for months after." She slapped her hand on the desk, making Caroline jump. "Also he did call Damon like 20 times in the span of an hour."
Her eyes went wide. How could she have forgotten?
"Because Damon texted him."
Bonnie stared at her. "Texted him what?"
"I can't remember the exact wording but Damon told Eric if the world was going to end, they should spend it in France." She recalled.
"Just the two of them?"
"I think so."
Bonnie shot out of her chair, pacing behind the small space between it and the filing cabinets. "Oh come on this is crazy. What now we're on the conclusion they both want each other. This isn't some soap opera Caroline."
She shrugged. "But what if they do?"
"Then it's none of our business." Bonnie paused, taking a seat back in Shane's chair. "Look Damon will be here soon to collect the boxes and we need to finish going through Shane's stuff. And I need to meet up with my dad, he wants to go over the Christmas festivities."
"Is that still happening?"
"I don't think so. He just became mayor and he doesn't think it's a good time. We just lost Carol Lockwood."
"No, he can't. What if we plan a Christmas party for the town?" She asked, a plan forming. "Some soft music. Some apple cider. Some mistletoe."
"This is about Damon and Eric again isn't it?"
"Oh come on." She wagged her eyebrows at Bonnie suggestively."They'd be cute together."
"You don't even like Damon that much."
"Well you do, since spending a few days with him in Canada. And I've gotten close with Eric. So why not?"
"Because I don't want to die."
"It'll be like Love Actually. Or some other Christmas-themed love story. All we need is some mistletoe, mood lighting, slow music and for the two of them to admit their feelings for each other!" She exclaimed, the idea of playing matchmaker was thrilling to her, even if it was for Damon Salvatore. Though she had to admit, they'd make a sexy pair.
"Before you go full Caroline about this, talk to my dad okay?" Bonnie insisted, as she brought out another notebook from Professor Shane's desk.
"I will."
Bonnie stepped into the Mystic Grill, giving Matt a half wave from across the room, before looking about the restaurant. Her eyes landed on Damon, who was sitting uncharacteristically by the windows, all alone with a bottle of bourbon. She took a few more steps in, not bothering to acknowledge the vampire but her discussion with Caroline yesterday still haunted her.
Damon didn't like Eric? He didn't like men. Right?
But that nagging feeling she'd experienced on the island came crawling back. She'd thought it was odd Damon cared more about Eric then he didn't his own girlfriend. He was all Damon could ever talk about. Of course, that could mean they were just close friends, knowing someone as long as they did must amount to some attachment shared by each other. Her and Caroline were just as close and she didn't think of her but anything other than her best friend.
Though thinking of Caroline made her realize the blonde would kill her if she didn't take this opportunity to attempt to pry information from the older Salvatore. Perhaps it would put this whole business to rest.
She took a deep breath, gathering her wits before strolling over to Damon. He didn't even acknowledge her as he continued to stare out the window, a glass to his lips.
"Mind if I sit with you?"
Damon's bright blue eyes met hers, obviously startled but his face remained unemotional. He shrugged, and she took that as a yes, so she sat down across the small metal, circular table from him.
She wasn't sure where to start, they weren't exactly close. "So Damon, how's the translating going? Find anything?"
"Nope." There was a pop from where his lips formed the P, as he continued to fixate on something outside. "You?"
"No, nothing useful anyway." She replied, taking in the reclusive vampire. If she didn't know any better, she'd think Damon was upset. "You okay?"
"I'm fine, just waiting."
Her eyes darted from the window to Damon. "Oh, for who? Stefan?"
"No, he's with Rebekah. Or Elena. Or someone." Damon's eyes narrowed as if he was trying to remember. "At some point we did talk, and then he left.." He shook his head, grinning as he finished off the bourbon in his glass. "No I'm waiting for Eric, but apparently Caroline is at my house holding him up."
"Oh," She paused, unsure of what to say. "She and Eric got pretty close I guess when we were finding the cure."
"Close, ha." The laugh was forced as the eldest Salvatore poured a generous amount of liquor into his glass. Blue eyes shot up to stare her down. "Tell me something Sabrina since you're here. Does she have a thing for Eric?"
"A thing?"
"Yes, does she like him? Does she write his name on the edge of her notebook with hearts around it? Does she want him to ask her to prom?" Damon asked with a flourish as his hand gestured about with a glass in it, droplets of bourbon raining down on the table.
"Why do you think Caroline likes Eric?" She asked carefully.
Damon snorted. "Oh come on Bon Bon, it's not exactly I'm just pulling the idea out of thin air. Were you not there two nights ago to witness their epic friendship? I mean Barbie is drinking from the vein, all because Eric asked oh so nicely." Damon leaned forward, an eyebrow raised. "Besides, we both know she's got a thing for blond thousand-year-old vampires."
"Look, I'm against Car feeding from anyone but she's had a tough week. We all have, and Eric was there for her through Klaus trying to kill her, to breaking up with Tyler. So they got close," She paused, needing to phrase the next part just right. "Would it bother you if she had feelings for Eric? I mean, he's your friend, wouldn't you want him to be happy."
"With her?" Damon asked, huffing as he attempted to laugh, but it came out more like a strangled puff of air. "If you think Klaus is a psychopath, you haven't seen anything until you see Eric standing in a pool of strangers blood, fangs out, and body parts littering the floor." A shiver ran down her spine at his description but goosebumps littered her skin at Damon's glazed over expression. "Barbie is a sweet little princess who couldn't harm a fly." The older vampire came back from his daze to acknowledge her again. "I just don't think she realizes behind that charming smile, and dangerously sexy modern viking look he's got going on, he's a monster. I'd just hate to see little red riding hood get eaten by the big bad wolf."
"Are you worried about Caroline?" She tilted her head to the side as she smiled. "Your humanity is showing Damon."
"No. I don't care what happens to Barbie." Damon huffed, taking a swig of his bourbon. "Nevermind, it doesn't matter." He shook his head as his gaze lingered solely on her. "What about you Sabrina. How are you doing? Any crazy witchy juju attacks the nice townspeople of Mystic Falls should be worried about?"
"Not since that time on the island."
"Good." The eldest Salvatore went from captivated to not even present in a blink of an eye. "Good."
She craned her neck to glimpse what could capture Damon's full attention. Standing in the doorway of Mystic Grill was the man himself, Eric. She didn't want to be caught staring at him, so she turned back to the eldest Salvatore brother.
It was so obvious when their eyes met though, as Bonnie observed Damon's entire persona changed. His shoulders relaxed, his back straightened, and he brought his glass from his lips to the table. There was no hint of a smirk, a sneer, or even a bit of a tease as his lips curled upwards. It blossomed into one of Damon's rare smiles, his cheeks dimpling as the corners of his eyes wrinkled. His teeth shone bright, just like his eyes, but it only lasted a moment as the man ran a hand through his hair, looking down at the table and back up, but, this time, his signature crooked tight lip smile replaced the one before.
"Damon." She stole a glance up at Eric who stood at their table, mirroring Damon's crooked grin as they both stared at each other. Her own heart fluttered at the intensity of their gaze, wondering if anyone ever focused on her the way they did to each other. "Bonnie."
Her hands flew to her face, feeling the rush of heat flood upwards from her neck to her cheeks and she couldn't imagine how flushed she must appear. She tried to meet the older vampire's eyes, then Damon's but she found herself staring at the tabletop instead only able to manage one word. "Hi."
"I see you were able to tear yourself from your Barbie girlfriend, or is she parking the car?" Damon snarled at Eric.
If only Caroline was here, she'd adore this. Did Damon know how jealous he sounded? Or perhaps Caroline's theories were poisoning her perspective.
"Are you jealous älsking?" Her hands flew to her mouth to stifle her gasp. "I'm just trying to get to know your friends better. Perhaps if you were nicer to them, they'd want to spend more time with you too."
"Oh trust me I spend too much time with them already." Damon gestured lazily in her direction. "See look at me, spending time with Bon bon."
"Yes, Bonnie the witch. It's nice to see you again. How's your magic? I hear you've been struggling with controlling your expression."
She felt suddenly like a spotlight was shone on her as Eric stared directly at her. Caroline may say he was nice, but the other vampire exuded destructive power. "It's better. Thanks."
She forced a small smile in a vain attempt to be polite and the table fell into silence. She struggled to come up with anything to say, knowing she'd be retelling this story to Caroline the first time she saw the cheerleader.
"Well as much fun as this has been, we should get going Eric, don't you think?" Damon asked though clearly it was more of a statement as he finished off his glass.
"I don't think you should drive anywhere in your condition Damon, and besides Caroline has informed me that apparently in Wheeling and Beckley, there's been a massive theft of blood bags. She thought perhaps it could be the work of Katherine. I told her we'd take Wheeling, and Stefan and Rebekah could take Beckley."
Damon scowled. "Just the two of us? No Barbie?"
"Yes, the adventure will be just yours and mine tonight." Eric replied, and she watched, fascinated as the eldest Salvatore's face lit up like Christmas came early. She'd never seen him so genuinely happy before. Perhaps Caroline was on to something. She had to admit, they'd make a sexy couple.
Damon could still feel the searing touch of Eric's hand on his lower back even though they'd left the hospital. It was a simple touch, a large hand settling on the small of his back as they'd walked out. But with the little to no contact he'd had with Eric for almost a month now, the slightest whiff of the viking's scent made him pop a semi. A touch almost gave him a happy little accident.
He was already tired of playing their game, and he'd only been back in Mystic Falls for three days. Usually, at least, they'd get to fool around when they were alone but the boarding house might as well be a twenty four hour convenience store with the amount of traffic in and out. Rebekah always visiting his dear brother, Caroline visiting his boyfriend. Jeremy once under suspicious circumstances, the boy couldn't even look at Eric in the eye without turning into a tomato. Though the viking wasn't wearing any clothes besides a flimsy towel that did not leave anything to the imagination- all for his benefit of course.
But now they were alone. So blissfully alone. He was almost grateful for this flimsy useless waste of their time in Wheeling. This city was dreadfully dull, and they'd learned nothing from the surveillance footage. At least they were now heading to find some sort of nightlife, if this deadbeat town had any.
He glanced over at Eric who insisted on driving. His hands were casually holding the steering wheel, staring out onto the road, his legs spread apart. He licked his lips, cocking his head to the side an idea forming.
He casually reached over and brushed his fingers along Eric's knee, keeping his gaze focused outside his window. He waited several seconds, keeping his hand still, waiting for a reaction. Receiving none, he casually went lower, rubbing small circles as he went. His fingers grazed over the viking's jeaned crotch, feeling the strain of something trapped beneath. He smirked, giving it a soft squeeze, feeling Eric tense under him.
"Damon I'm driving,"
He unbuckled his seatbelt. "Then just sit back and enjoy."
His nimble fingers made quick work of pulling open the belt and unbuttoning his jeans. He tugged the zipper down, finally able to close his fist around his prize.
He watched as the muscles in Eric's jaw twitched, his eyelids fluttering in an attempt to stay focused on the road- his knuckles white around the steering wheel. And by god, he hadn't even started yet.
His eyes scanned the road, watching a car sped past them, and they were surrounded by darkness again. Deciding it was now or never, he quickly leaned over, his hot breath ghosting over Eric's cock causing the thigh beneath his hand twitch just the tiniest bit. A slow smile crossed Damon's face as his own manhood throbbed in approval of his dirty thoughts.
Let's see how long it takes Eric to either ram his beautiful Camaro into a tree,or pull over to the nearest ditch to fuck him senseless. It's not as if they could die in a car crash.
He wrapped his fingers around the length, giving it a few little twists of his wrist, watching in slight fascination as the now steadily throbbing cock dripped a bit of pre come. Taking that as an invitation, he lowered himself further, dragging his tongue along the head. The car jerked, and his other hand clutched the viking's thigh.
"I need to keep my eyes on the road."
He craned his neck in an uncomfortable position to stare up at Eric from beside his erection to see him staring down at him. He batted his eyelashes playfully as he ran his tongue lazily up from the base to the tip. "So keep your eyes on the road then." With that, he moved forward, taking the viking into his mouth.
He heard Eric let out an animalistic moan, feeling the car jerk again, making him smirk. Hot flesh slid across his tongue as Damon's eyes fluttered shut, his own manhood aching. He took as much of Eric as he could fit, and then some. There was a bump, and Damon overshot it and had a horrible moment where his throat rebelled against the cocktip at the back of his tongue. He pulled back, taking some deep breaths as he readjusted himself. It was his first time in awhile, and it didn't help the precarious conditions he was in. He relaxed against Eric and slid back down.
He was impressed with Eric's self-control and reflexes. He'd hoped by now the viking would swerve off into the nearest rest stop, parking lot, anywhere convenient and fuck his brains out. He couldn't last much longer.
Feeling confident, Damon slid back along the hardness in his mouth, pulling all the way off. A trail of saliva connected his bottom lip to Eric's length. Obviously displeased at this, he felt Eric's long fingers curl around his hair.
"Ah ah, both hands on the wheel," He tutted, swatting the viking's hand away.
"Damon-" He knew Eric was trying to sound admonishing but he took the opportunity to wrap his lips around the head of the man's cock again, and it just came out as a long reluctant groan of pleasure.
He sucked it back in and the next bob of his head was shallower, more controlled. He experimented a little, no two bobs were exactly the same as he attempted to find a comfortable way to do this while teasing the hell out of Eric. That self-restraint would be shattered. He flicked his tongue around the bottom of Eric's cock sporadically, garnering the reaction he wanted as the car shot forward.
Someone honked at them, and a blush emanated from his cheeks, but it didn't stop him from continuing to slide his tongue, up and down, treating Eric's length like an ice cream cone. The viking was his favourite flavour.
The car swerved to the right, and slowed and he moaned around the vampire's erection in approval. Fingers tugged at his hair again, forcing him further down, as hips jutted forward, and his nose hit the base taking in the unique musky scent. He heard the keys being turned, not fully off as the radio continued on, being turned up to drown out what he suspected was a carnal sound from the viking.
He continued to work, hollowing out his cheeks as he felt Eric throb against his tongue, bobbing his head and sliding into a maddening rhythm.
And then a bucket of cold water was dumped on him in the form of two sharp knocks against the driver's side window. In an instant, he shot up smoothing out his disheveled clothes, and messy hair.
He couldn't even acknowledge the driver's side, as the music was turned down, and he could hear the window being rolled down. Please God be a human they could compel.
"Hey." His stomach leapt into his throat as the worst person he could have imagined was standing outside their window. His brother.
"Stef, what, what are you doing here?" He choked out, glancing over at his brother, and back outside.
"Rebekah and I thought we'd meet you in Wheeling and this is the only bar in the town. We didn't find anything in Beckley." Stefan replied, and he couldn't help stare at his brother. Was his brother really going to be this cool about it? "So when did you start this?"
"What?" He stuttered, feeling his face go hot as was lost for words. "Well ah, what?"
Stefan just laughed, and he glanced over at Eric for help but the viking just shrugged. "Letting someone else drive your car. You never let anyone drive your Camaro." He found himself laughing nervously as he just nodded vigorously. "Though I gotta say, I didn't even see you when I pulled up behind you two. But your windows are seriously tinted, for a second when you rolled down the window Eric, I thought I'd gotten the wrong car."
"Nope, just us." Eric said, patting him on the leg. "I didn't trust Damon to drive. He drank a little too much bourbon at the Grill before we left."
For someone who was just receiving fellatio from his boyfriend, Eric was pretty damn smooth. Though the panic of seeing his brother just ruined arousal he'd had, and his ability to form any real thoughts.
Stefan just shook his head as he leaned on the window sill. "I can't blame you, have you seen yourself Damon? You're a mess. How much did you drink? You're completely flushed, and your pupils are dilated." Was there a hole he could bury himself in? At least, his brother was completely dense. "Well, Rebekah is already inside, so I'm going to go find her. Perhaps you should go slower this time Damon, it's only eleven."
He flashed his little brother the finger, as Eric rolled the window back up. He watched his brother disappear into the shadows, realizing the viking had parked them in the only spot in complete darkness. Thank God for small miracles.
"So…" Eric spread his legs wide as he put an arm out over his head rest. "You going to finish?"
His fist connected with the viking's crotch as he just snorted. "There. Happy?"
This was maddening. He'd forgotten just how terrible at this game he and Damon were playing. All he wanted to do was fuck the smaller vampire on every conceivable furniture in the Boarding house. He'd even conjured up detailed plans for his favourites while Caroline rambled on, or Stefan nattered on. But he was determined to win, he wanted Damon to succumb first. He wanted the other vampire to admit to their relationship, to his brother, his friends. He would particularly enjoy ruining that doppelganger whore's day.
Eric looked over the top of the large leather book that was sitting on his lap, and around the room. He was leaning back against the couch in the parlor room of the Boarding house, reading up on ancient magic, trying to find a spell to make a cure. Damon had been sitting across from him, but he'd disappeared into the kitchen.
He sighed, finding nothing of use, and softly turned the old, stained page of the book, and was on the second paragraph when he heard a floorboard creak and Damon was back in the room. He gave him a nod, before going back to his research. There wasn't much to say, or they could do with Stefan upstairs. Unless he wanted to lose.
His concentration was shattered as he heard the distinct sound of tearing plastic and he eyed Damon, only to see him take out a bright pink popsicle. He furrowed his eyebrows at the sight, but he went back to reading.
Now this page actually mentioned Qetsiyah and Silas, and creating an immortality spell, but nothing on the opposite, though he supposed perhaps if one was well versed in magic they'd know how to make the opposite of this spell. If it worked, the author states, this was only a hypothesis.
His eye twitched as he heard a pop, and he glanced back over at Damon to see him eating the popsicle. His lips were pink with the cold and food colouring and after a moment, very slowly opened up and kissed the top of the Popsicle softly, almost affectionately. Damon's lips parted again, just an inch and his tongue slid out to take a quick lick, before diving back in.
The bastard was teasing him.
Did he seriously go out and buy popsicles for this?
He shook his head, clearing his throat as he dragged his eyes away from the innocently perverted act in front of him. They'd been so rudely interrupted last night. Of course he'd thought when he saw Stefan, he'd won the bet and he'd get to hold another blow job over Damon's head but the younger vampire was clueless. That animal blood must completely dull a vampire's sense of smell.
Eric chewed his bottom lip and cursed himself as he looked back over at Damon only to see him lick the tip of the candy casually. Eric's chest hitched as his eyes widened as he watched that tongue lick and lap up all the flavoured ice it could get with a minimal amount of work. Clearly he had an insatiable taste for popsicles, for he continuously brought his tongue back out, searching for more.
He shook himself, scowling as he turned the page with an elegant flick of his finger, perhaps harsher than necessary. He wasn't going to let Damon and his wondrous mouth, that should be planted between his legs because that's where it belonged, ruin his concentration. No, he wasn't going to think of all the times those lips had been wrapped around his cock.
Almost by their own violation, his eyes left the words on the page, and back on that mouth. The tip of the popsicle was sitting on Damon's bottom lip and his tongue was darting in and out, licking and tasting the flavour. Then Damon opened his mouth up in a small O, and slowly slipped the entire thing right in, tightening his lips around it. Eric swallowed back a moan, feelings his pants constrict around him, and his grip on his book tightened. Thousands of images, vivid images of him doing wicked things on his own male anatomy flood his brain, making it impossible to think of anything else.
He swallowed back a low growl, wanted nothing more to rip that popsicle right out those greedy lips and shove his cock in its place. It took all his energy to keep himself seated, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from Damon. The popsicle was back in his mouth, making a dent in his cheek and pushing it outward.
Ocean blues met his own, and Damon stuck the entire popsicle in with one fluid motion. Lips locked around it, and Damon's eyes fluttered closed, moaning out as if the flavoured ice was the nectar of the Gods. His imagination took over, and instead of the vampire being across from him, he was kneeling before him, his head between his legs. His mouth wrapped around his dick, worshipping it like he should.
As if the universe knew his resolve was about to crumble, the Boarding house door crashed open, and he reverted his gaze back down to the yellowed pages. He didn't need to look up to know exactly who it was.
"Oh good, you two are here." He heard Damon seethe as Caroline strutted into the parlour, taking a seat on the other side of the couch he was occupying. "I need to talk to you about something."
Damon snorted. "What flimsy excuse have you come up with this time to be with Eric? Need help with your geography homework?"
"No," Caroline snapped, but her anger wavered into confusion as she took notice of Damon. "Are you eating a popsicle?"
"Yes,"
"Why?"
Eric smirked. "Yeah, Damon. Why are you eating a popsicle? You going to choke on a banana next?"
Damon's eyes widened into saucers, suddenly choking on the savory sugary confectionary. "I was craving something sugary, and these were in the back of the freezer."
He stifled a laugh. "Don't you mean something salty?" He wet his lips as he stared at Damon. "I think you want to wrap those plump, fuckable lips around my cock, and suck on it with all your worth. I think you want me to thread my fingers through your hair, and thrust right up into your pretty little mouth like I own it. Because I do. I own every orifice of your exquisite body, and I think you want me to mark it. To ruin it. To let the world know who exactly you belong to."
Damon looked just delectable as a light blush dusted his cheeks, his pupils were blown and his lips swollen, stained a dark pink, opened ever so slightly. His expression was blank as if trapped in his own fantasies.
"What did you say to him?" Caroline asked, looking between the two of them.
"Just teasing him," He focused back on the baby vampire. "So Caroline, why are you here?"
"Oh right," the girl exclaimed, opening up her big leather bag, taking out a binder. "Every year Mystic Falls hold a Christmas festival but Carol Lockwood died, and now Bonnie's dad is mayor and he wanted to cancel, worrying about vampire attacks. Anyway, I convinced him to hold a Christmas party, but I need a venue, Bonnie's house is too small. Usually, we hold it the Lockwood manor, but I refuse to ask Tyler if we can use it. So," Caroline paused as she glanced over at Damon, and back at him, "The Salvatore Boarding house is the only place big enough to hold a proper party, and enough parking."
"No!" Damon exclaimed, jumping up from his seat, and paced around the area from the couch to the fireplace. "I will not have people ruin priceless furniture. Or my persian carpets!"
"Please, Damon!" Caroline pouted.
A thought came to him. "What about the west wing?"
Caroline and Damon both stared at him. "What's the west wing?"
"No!" His lover's eyes were heated as his expression turned dark. "I'm not letting the town of Mystic Falls into my home."
"Damon that entire part of the house is unused. You literally have a ballroom that is locked away. Just let the girl use it for the night."
He knew these weren't the words his Sol wanted him to say but playing on his jealousy, and now his neurotic behaviours was just too much fun to pass up. He loved rilying Damon up, to watch him burst.
"You have a ballroom?"
"Haven't you ever wondered where that day room leads?" He turned slightly to point behind them, at the alcove.. "Or what is under Damon's room?"
"I've never even been in the day room."
"Damon, why don't you show her?"
He almost felt a little guilty as his älsking pouted. "Please no."
"Then I'll ask Stefan." Caroline blurted out, watching as Damon's face fell, knowing he'd lost.
"Fine." Damon sighed. "But only this once. And only in the ballroom. There's a private entrance to it anyway from outside, so the guests can come in that way." A mischievous smile crawled up the Italian's face. "And Eric will pay for it, won't you?"
"I'll give the girl whatever she wants, just to watch you slowly panic over your antique hardwood floors." He replied, smirking as Damon frowned.
"Why do I put up with you again?"
"Because I fuck that pretty little ass of yours."
"Right, that's why." Damon snapped his fingers as he grinned, before walking past them both. "Well Caroline, come along before I change my mind."
Tonight was the night. Finally. He and Eric were going to be alone. Stefan was going over to the Gilbert residence for dinner, worried about Elena as no one had seen or heard from her in a few days. He'd almost forgotten she'd even existed.
Caroline and Bonnie were with Eric, who was paying for the new furniture for the party next week and then the viking would be coming back, alone. Barbie and Sabrina and her dad were set to pick out a caterer. And they would be alone. All alone.
He wasn't going to waste this opportunity, so he'd travelled to the Whitmore college to borrow some sorority girls for dinner. He'd even found an AB- virgin which was exceptionally rare- just for the viking. Nothing like virgin's blood to get you in the mood.
He'd closed the red curtains of the living room, relying on the fireplace and a few candles strategically placed around the room, in order to give the space a sensual ambience. He'd even opted for classical music to serenade them in the background. He didn't bother with a shirt either, just clothed in his tightest dark, Levi jeans that Eric once said accentuated his ass in the most delectable manner.
He was growing increasingly bored though, and hungry so he reached for the nearest girl, a plane jane brunette and sunk his fangs in her while beckoning another, blond one closer to him. He left the third, the rare virgin on the couch, wanting to share her with Eric. He extracted his teeth, just to sink them back into the other, enjoying her blood more.
"Started without me?"
He pushed the girl to side as he eyed Eric, standing in the doorway of the parlor room, the shadows cloaking his lower body, only his platinum blond hair, and sky blue eyes visible from the darkness. He swayed his hips lazily back and forth as he beckoned Eric with one finger into the room. "I left the best for last."
"Why is it so dark in here?"
Damon gritted his teeth in frustration as that shrill voice that haunted his nightmares came barreling into his home. Why was this happening to him?
"You said we'd be alone!" He snarled as Barbie popped up beside Eric carrying a large cardboard box, Sabrina just behind her with a few more, smaller boxes.
"I know."
"Why are there three girls in your living room Damon?" Bonnie inquired as she set her load of cardboard boxes on the ground.
"Well I thought perhaps Eric and I would eat in tonight because I thought the judgy little scooby gang that seems to follow us everywhere was busy." He snapped, pouting at Eric. "But I guess I was wrong."
Caroline just sauntered into the room, heading toward the first girl, the brunette. "You weren't wrong, we were supposed to see a caterer tonight but they cancelled, so instead we are decorating. I mean, we only have a week and that ballroom is empty and in need of some serious work if it's going to be ready by the 21st." She placed both her hands on each side of the girl's shoulders. "Dinner time is over boys, these girls can be of use helping us tonight." Barbie stared right at her. "Now, go start unpacking the car and bring the boxes to the side entrance on your left."
He seethed as he just watched, helpless as Barbie bossed around the other two blood bags, and they disappeared to do the girl's bidding. Then she and Bonnie headed toward the day room, and past the doorway on the left and into the ballroom, leaving behind the boxes they'd entered with.
"I do apologize that our night is ruined Damon, unless of course you were planning on forfeiting."
"Nope." He replied, eying the doorways before giving the viking his most smouldering look, as he gestured to his naked torso, knowing Eric could smell the blood pooling over his mouth, and dripping down his chest. "But just look at me Eric, covered in blood. Don't you want a taste?"
The viking eyed him up and down, his tongue wetting his lips. "You know, I had so much planned. I would have ripped that virgin's neck open with my teeth and let her blood cover your entire naked body and I would licked every drop off until my tongue had explored every inch." Eric disappeared into the shadows as his manhood announced itself as it throbbed. "Then I would dipped my fingers in her blood, and used it to open you up to me. Nice and slow until you were a withering mess on the floor, just moaning out my name like it was the only word you knew." He swallowed back the moan that threatened to escape, following his lover's voice in the darkness. "And finally I would have indulged you. I'd make you whole as I thrusted myself in you. And you'd look so beautiful taking my cock, your legs wrapped around my torso trying to get every inch inside you. And you would because your body was built to fit mine like two puzzle pieces." He nodded absentmindedly as he stood there, his erection aching in the confines of his jeans. "And I would have made you come. Over and over until your throat was raw, your body sheened in sweat and your entire world would just be me, my cock, my hands, my mouth." He shivered as Eric stood right in front of him, towering over him like the God that he was. "Because you Damon Salvatore will now and always be mine."
Those words were like a drug, whispering at him to fall to his knees. To give himself fully to the other. He wanted to belong to him, he needed to be.
Own me, want me, love me, take me...
"You two going to stand there, or help us?"
He couldn't even function enough to snarl at the interruption from Barbie, simply robotically heading toward his bedroom- but he managed to gasp out one thing. "I have to take a shower."
A hand halted his movements, almost making him come undone. "Until this game is over, you're not allowed to come unless it's my hands touching you."
His head shot up to stare Eric, realizing in that moment he was utterly and royally fucked. And not the fun way.
… That's it. I can't believe I've written over 100,000 words for this story!
Like it? Hate it? Love it? Let me know!
This isn't how I originally wanted it to turn out, but I think it's okay. It was fun to write these two together at last.
Some quick notes in case I get attacked. I realize when Carol Lockwood dies, it is during the Christmas episode. I wanted to make it Christmas time though, so I'm going to pretend it was in November. Also I don't think the boarding house has a ballroom, it's just that house looks massive on the outside, and we don't get to see the entirety of the house. Secondly, I think old fashioned manor's should have ballrooms.
Well as always review, follow, favourite or whatever your heart desires!
'till next time.
P.S The song Damon dances to is Pour it Up- Rihanna (or at least it's the song I wrote it to.)