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Chapter 21 E

Damon awoke to an empty bed and he sat up in surprise and looked around. Klaus's painting was still sitting uncovered and abandoned where Klaus had left it after accompanying Damon to bed. He hadn't actually expected Klaus to do that. He knew he wanted to sleep away from the party, from the innate human-ness of it all and relax in his own vampire skin, but he hadn't planned on Klaus indulging him. He'd hoped Klaus would allow him to sleep there but he hadn't expected Klaus to stop what he was doing and join him.

He rose from the bed and began putting on the clothes from the night before as he stared at the painting, before he realised that he shouldn't be dressing. He paused, catching himself and ran his hands down the front of the shirt he had just slipped on. It was so comfortable, made of fine cotton. He couldn't remember clothes feeling as comfortable before. Perhaps it was the absence of having had them, that made them feel so fine. Or perhaps it was simply Klaus's taste for the finest of things.

He began to remove the shirt once more when Klaus entered the room and paused in surprise at the sight of him half clothed. Damon swallowed, fearing some reprimand and lowered his head like he'd been trained to do.

"They suit you. Those clothes." Klaus commented and Damon blinked in surprise and waited, holding the shirt in his hands.

Klaus moved to him and removed the shirt from his hands. Damon stayed still as Klaus shook the shirt out and ran his fingers over it, smoothing out the creases.

"I think I prefer it on you." He said and placed it over Damon's shoulders.

Damon looked at him in surprise and Klaus proceeded to help him dress in it, buttoning it up for him as Damon watched astonished and confused.

"I believe that my blurring of the lines requires some new rules." Klaus stated and Damon stared at him nervously. "Don't misunderstand my desire for you to heed all of my sexual demands…"

Damon swallowed and searched his face.

"…however, I feel that we are in a place now where we can be more honest with each other without coercion. Am I correct?" Klaus looked at him and Damon nodded slowly. "Good. I am tiring of your mind games and manipulation."

Klaus looked stern and completely serious and Damon felt his heart race in sudden fear of what was to follow. He opened his mouth to object, but had no idea what to say in response. Klaus lifted his chin slightly and stared into his eyes.

"I know you enjoy my body, enjoy what I do for you physically. I want you to show me how much without judgement. Sex can be sex. You can continue to hate me, fear me and wish for an escape without it demeaning what we do with our bodies. It can be separate."

Damon frowned, confused.

"I simply want to believe all of your reactions when I fuck you. Outside of the bed you may manipulate my feelings as you wish. I'd expect nothing less from you."

"Sir, I…"

"In order to ensure that you come to me when you actually want me, I propose an experiment."

Damon clenched his jaw. Klaus moved over to the wardrobe and pulled out a small box, previously hidden underneath shoes. Damon moved nearer to him to find out what he was doing. Klaus pulled something metal and oddly shaped from the box and looked at him. Damon licked his lips and felt his stomach clench.

"Take your pants off." Klaus commanded and Damon felt the urge to do the opposite.

Was he going to hurt him?

"This won't hurt, I assure you dearest one." Klaus's voice softened and Damon began to remove his jeans, dropping them to the floor and stepping out of them.

Klaus looked to his soft manhood and licked his lips, before seemingly shaking himself out of desire and lifting the contraption up to hand to him. Damon took it from him, completely baffled as to what it was.

"This will ensure that you are protected from me, should you so wish to avoid taking me inside." Klaus explained and Damon inspected the contraption.

"It's a chastity belt. It will ensure that when worn I will not be able to penetrate you or touch your penis." Klaus explained and Damon looked to him in amazement. "You may wear clothing to hide it if you wish and also to distract me from the knowledge that you are wearing it."

A few minutes passed while Damon's mind spun at the implications and Klaus moved around the room, leaving him to think. Eventually he had to speak. He hadn't been allowed to, but he had to know what the hell was going on.

"Sir, I'm confused." He said and Klaus gave a small smile of fondness and sat down at his easel. "Why are you giving me this?"

"There is only one to remove it. It has a spell on it to prevent tampering." Klaus advised and lifted his brushes, looking towards the canvas.

"What kind of spell?" Damon asked, almost afraid to know.

"It only allows for the wearer to open it and remove it when they really wish to. No amount of brute force from anyone else will remove it from your body." Klaus stated matter of factly as though they were discussing how to open a packet of Cheetos.

"Why?" Damon asked again.

"I feel that I may be more excited if I cannot have you whenever I wish." He said simply, shrugging and still paying more attention to the canvas than the conversation.

"You want me to stop you from touching me?" Damon tried to clarify.

"Certainly not!" Klaus snorted and flicked his eyes to him. "I simply want to instil in you, a sense of control. You said you wanted to call some of the shots. Here is your opportunity."

Damon held out the contraption. It was robust and heavy – evidently made of real silver. It almost looked like a full pair of underpants but with a soft penis shaped apparatus at the front to allow his member to be comfortable. It had a padlock at the top of the section for his manhood and at a door opening at the rear where his entrance would be concealed.

Klaus began to paint, losing himself in the art and Damon sat on the end of the bed and stared into space for a while. Klaus was giving him some control. Why? Why would he do that? Should Damon be suspicious of this? Was it meant as a new form of torture that he just hadn't realised yet?

He watched Klaus for a while, feeling lulled into relaxation by the mastership of his painting.

"Sir?" He said meekly and Klaus hummed but didn't take his eyes off the painting. "If I wear this, will you punish me for not allowing you to…take me?"

"No." Klaus said casually.

"But…I'm yours. That's…why I'm here."

"It is."

"Will you starve me again without sex?" Damon thought on his ability to earn his meals.

"No, you may feed on whomever you wish who consents." Klaus said.

"Then…" Damon felt stumped.

Klaus sighed and looked at him.

"I only want you, if you want me."

Damon frowned in distress. Was Klaus tiring of him? If he was, would he leave him in purgatory like he had threatened to do down in that room before?

"It has occurred to me that you don't give me your best when we have sex. You allow it, enjoy it most of the time but you give me no such devotion back."

Damon felt anger blossom inside of him. He'd always done as asked. He'd worked his ass off to please Klaus sexually. He'd given up everything!

"Are you kidding me?!" he spat, losing his temper before reigning himself in and Klaus smiled pleased. "I let you do whatever sick shit you want to me. I let you fuck me every which way!"

Klaus stood up from his seat, setting his brushes down and moved to him in a blur, pushing him onto his back on the bed and growling wolf. Damon panicked and held still, looking up at him.

"What I want is fire!" Klaus flashed his fangs and pinned Damon down by his hands, leaning over him. "I want you to want to be fucked by me, to throw me around and demand it! I want you to be as compelled to own my body as I do with yours! You have no idea how lucky you are to be so wanted by me!"

Damon pushed back against Klaus's hands, earning him a grin from Klaus. He blinked and began to fight him with his limbs, trying to throw him off and Klaus snapped his wolf fangs at him, urging on his fear and rebellion.

"Get off me!" Damon growled back, allowing his vampire face to emerge and Klaus chuckled delighted.

"Make me, Salvatore the Brave."

Damon bucked his body and snapped his fangs, trying to bite Klaus's arms and throat as aggressively as he could manage in this position. Klaus released one of his hands and Damon grabbed Klaus's throat with it, squeezing as hard as he could.

Klaus's eyes widened but he rubbed his manhood against Damon's through Klaus's jeans, growing hard. Damon clenched his teeth in anger. Klaus was not going to get off on the strangulation this time. He released his throat and pushed on Klaus's chest until Klaus fell backwards off the bed onto the floor. Damon sat up, ready to fight.

"Screw you Klaus! I never asked to be your little sex toy! You sick fucking freak!" He shouted, standing up from the bed and grabbing the fallen chastity belt.

Klaus watched him from the floor, rubbing his throat as Damon slid the contraption on, clicking it into lock as he did so. It felt uncomfortable to wear something so cold and unmoving. Walking was going to be interesting. His soft member lay protected within the shaped cage and yet on display and the fact that the cage highlighted it more than before made Damon feel exposed none the less.

"You wanna play games? Fine! But just remember this was your game." Damon spat.

Klaus watched him with a hard on evident.

"There's my fire." Klaus mumbled under his breath and Damon flared his nostrils in rage.

"I can wait." Klaus added confident that Damon would come begging for sex or demanding it himself.

Damon snorted in reply. He lifted his scattered clothing and bundled it in his arms, moving towards the door. He wanted to beat the shit out of Klaus and there was no point in that, it would only earn him torture as punishment. He needed to get out of this room and think, re-evaluate everything for the thousandth time. As he passed through the doorway he heard Klaus speak and he paused.

"Do not take it off until you are ready to be my partner in sex."

Damon shook his head in disgust at the use of the term 'partner' and stormed away back to the lower quarters. Thankfully the house was empty of humans now, but still smelled like a brewery. He retreated to his old room, hoping the girl from last night had left and paused when he saw that she was still in his bed.

He sighed conflicted. He wanted to be alone, he couldn't be bothered acting human for her. He dropped his clothes on the floor and closed the door behind him. She awoke to the sounds and sat up.

"Hi." She said shyly and he exhaled. "Are you coming back to bed?" She asked when she noticed the chastity belt.

"What...? What is that?" She frowned, looking at it and he rolled his eyes, irritated.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" he said and she blinked and looked at him, growing nervous and embarrassed. "Seriously, you're a nice girl and everything but we've fucked already, badda-boom. You better get going."

He moved around to the side of the bed, laying out the clothes he'd dumped and trying to fold them neatly to save them from creases and the girl hastily began to dress in silence. He ignored her, unaware that she was looking over at him wearily. She moved to leave the room when he heard her mumble.

"Sorry, I thought you liked me." Her tone was so sad, so defeated and he couldn't help but look at her.

"It's nothing personal." He said and she blinked back tears. "I'm an asshole. You are better off staying away from me, trust me. I'm doing you a favour."

"You're not a bad guy." She argued, looking to him hopefully.

He shook his head and inhaled loudly.

"Listen, I'm hungry. You need to go." He warned.

She walked over to him, a little nervous of the chastity belt and stopped before him.

"Let me cook you something. I'm a big girl, I can look after myself." She said gently, mistakenly believing him to be a self-depreciating guy she could nurture and care for and he rubbed his eyes.

He'd never felt further from being human than right now. He didn't care about being human. He didn't want to be. He certainly didn't want to be saved by some girl with father issues. Elena had been the one. She had saved him in so many ways and she was gone. There was nothing left for him in the human world. For the first time, he realised that and it didn't grieve him. He was a vampire. He enjoyed being a vampire. He should be able to just be himself.

The girl reached out and stroked his back comfortingly, oozing empathy and he grabbed her by her throat and broke her neck in one swift movement. She crumpled to the ground and he cracked his neck and took in a deep cleansing breath. Enough. He was tired of supressing who he was. He was tired of playing human around Mystic Falls, he was tired of trying to be a good brother, to grieve the way he should for Elena, of feeling responsible for all the bad shit that had happened to them all and mostly, he was fucking tired of Klaus and his crazy demands. He was done.

He lifted the clothes and dressed as quickly as he could, hoping this new feeling of courage and blind rage would last until he could do what he needed to. He blurred through the house and out of the back door into the woods. He ran until he was a safe distance away from the house, before he stopped. He panted and looked around him, sure that he would see Klaus any minute or feel his hands around his throat. He wasn't allowed to leave the house without Klaus and yet he'd done it. He'd escaped – for the moment.

He allowed himself a moment to settle before he realised how much danger he'd put himself in now. Klaus would be livid. Klaus had warned him that if he ever left, he would hunt him down. Still, how much worse could it get really? He was already Klaus's sex slave, conditioned for it. He'd had his sexuality challenged, his freedom taken and all with his own consent. He'd been beaten, tortured, emotionally persecuted. What worse could come? Perhaps Klaus would just kill him if he caught him. Perhaps that wouldn't be so bad. He was ready for that now. If he died he could stop feeling as confused, conflicted and wanting all the time. Keeping up with Klaus's demands and trying to constantly figure him out, was exhausting. Death would be easy. It would be kind. Klaus would threaten to kill Stefan, like he always resorted to, but Stefan had made his own bed. Damon had paid for his part in Kohl's death, perhaps Stefan deserved to do the same.

He came back to his senses and looked around, orientating himself. He needed to get out of here and fast. He heard what sounded like the footsteps of someone running, running at vampire speed towards him and he sprinted further into the woods.

Time to go.