Katherine, somewhat in her trademark sneaky fashion, was out of the bed, into her clothes and out the door in search of breakfast. She liked the Fall air outside and reasoned that her boys neede some alone time for themselves and whatever manner of exploration that would entail.

Back in the bed, still under the sheets in fact, Dan happily snored and drooled a little against a pillow. His mess of hair covering one side of his face. Damon, recently awake, eyed the writer with a smirk. He'd be lying to himself if his little ride on Dan hadn't been some of the most satisfying intimacy he'd had in a century. He let out a pleased sigh, proud of the pleasure he had given the healing writer. It was certainly very polite of Katherine to leave him alone with his new flame, if only for a morning. Oddly enough, Damon was still a little surprised that Katherine was so willing to share. Though, he suspected that even Katherine Pierce knew that Dan was such a jewel he just had to be experienced by the both of them.

The Vamp kept his smirk in place as he gently ghosted his fingers on the top of Dan's hair. It was so oddly soft for something so jumbled looking. Damon had figured out that, despite appearances, Dan was somewhat less than organized. It was a charming quirk, especially since Damon was a closet neat-freak. Feeling either Damon's fingertips or his internal desires against his hair, Dan slowly yawned himself awake.

"Mornin'," Damon drawled softly, misleadlingly softly for a guy with his reputation.

"Hey," Dan said, quite groggy and more than a little worn out. His rear end was, of course, sore from the very special treatment Damon had given him. If he was being honest with himself, he still had a little bit of trouble, and a few giggles, admitting to himself that he had let Damon do that. Of course, it had felt amazing in every sense of the word all the while Damon was exposing him to pleasures he never thought possible. Calling the night 'memorable' might not have been the right phrasing, but it was close.

Before the writer could mutter another sleep-garbled syllable, Damon's lips were pressed against his. Still sleepy or not, Dan immediately found his lips kissing back. There was something so tasty and oddly enticing about the Vamp's mouth. Through his years in the UES and summers in the Hampton's, Dan had kissed plenty of girls, but none had this same instant appeal as Damon Salvatore. Maybe it was because the charming Southerner was so pleasantly forceful when it came to making his feelings well known.

What surprised Dan the most was the fact that Damon, despite his openly and overtly sexual nature, was an amazingly gentle and almost nurturing kisser. Nothing was rushed or sloppy. It was, in fact, like kissing someone who was over a hundred years old. A part of Dan's brain, or maybe his heart, decided that he could certainly get used to treatment like this. It was certianly preferable to other relationships he'd had. Dan caught himself laughing as he felt Damon smirk before he pulled back.

"There," said the Vamp. "Now you can't say I've never given you a nice present."

"Guess I can't," Dan chuckled, a slight blush hitting his cheeks. "So...last night was?"

"Amazing," Damon answered quickly, eyebrows dancing as his impossibly blue eyes caused Dan to blush even further. "I'm pretty sure you've never had better sex in your life. Actually, I'm quite certain."

Dan chuckled as he sat up, his butt giving him a dull reminder of Damon's actions the night before. "No, I didn't mean a descriptor. I meant that I didn't know if last night was some sort of once in millions years or once in a life time type of thing."

"Of course not," Damon said, rolling his eyes a little. "I make it a habit to not throw away things I actually like, Danny Boy."

"This from the guy who told me he doesn't do hugging?" Dan said, as he yawned again, his wavy mane bouncing in the slightest.

"Stop acting like a writer all the time, Hump," Damon laughed a little, pulling almost into his lap. "There is no reason for you to be moody after what Katherine and I gave you last night."

Dan nodded, actually feeling like a whole person and not something disposable. "Speaking of Katherine, where is she?"

"Getting breakfast," Damon said. "She does not cook. At all."

"Was last night her idea or yours?" Dan asked, a little curious.

"It was mutual," Damon smirked. "Katherine and I decided we couldn't contain ourselves any longer. You're like catnip for Vampires, Hump."

Dan took that as a compliment as he smiled to himself. "Bad time to say this is so going to be the subject of my next story?"

Damon laughed as he leaned back into the bed, pulling Dan with him. "Just change the names and you're fine." He said, faking an overdramatic sigh. "You better make it smutty."

"After what happened last night?" Dan responded, quirking an eyebrow. "That's a given. For the sake of writing, was I your first guy?"

"First guy in a while," Damon nodded. "Yes, Hump, that makes you special."

"Special, huh?" Dan smiled. "Always nice to hear. And I'm free of bite marks. Which is a little surprising, I guess."

Damon's mouth quirked into a one-sided grin. "Feeding can either be simple or amazingly complicated."

"What makes the difference?" Dan asked.

"A lot of things," Damon drawled. "Hunger, timing, proximity. Or, on the complex end, attraction, arousal, lust, longing, desire."

Dan gulped a little. Not many people used words like that to describe feelings towards him. It was refreshing and a little turbulent. "If that's the case, then I'd like for you to, you know...have a taste."

"Do you promise not to panic?" Damon asked as his fangs slid out, his veins following after. Dan, to his credit, remained totally calm. He nodded yes.

No sooner had the nod been finished than Damon had eased into Dan's neck. He let out a moan at how sinfully sweet Dan tasted. He tasted of pure, unadulterated innocence. It was a little overpowering, causing Damon to force himself not to drink too fast. On the other end, Dan was in the throws of something that should have hurt like Hell but really didn't. Sure, it stung a little, but the sting was quickly replaced by sparks of lust and mutual desire. Looking back on it, Dan had fallen hard for the Vamp the second he had seen him. It was hard not to. He let out a soft whimper as he felt Damon remove his fangs and pull back.

The veins were gone but blood was still present all around most of Damon's mouth. Dan paused a little before smiling ever so slightly, observing the face that was flush with contentment and arousal.

"Beautiful," was all the writer said.