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Evans Blue
*cough cough* AU. Sometime post 1x22. *cough cough*
A/N: This one's a lil twisted…had to try the idea out though. Thoughts?
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Jeremy had been ever so patient. For a fleeting thought it had crawled through his head, taking over. Two days ago he'd received his invitation and now he was done waiting. He was stronger now, better. He didn't have to play by the rules anymore. It was a waste of his infinite time. It seemed like an oxymoron. Yet it wasn't, and now Jeremy was done waiting. The house was very nearly silent, the only sounds creaks as it shifted. Jeremy moved through it perfectly silent. With his new senses it was easy to sniff out the room he was looking for. It was easy to creep in without alerting the sleeping occupant. Once inside he stood, unsure again. How exactly was this going to work? Eventually he sat on the bed, cross legged.
"Tyler," he called out softly. Tyler shifted in his sleep, groaning slightly. "Tyler," he said again. Tyler's eyes opened. After a few moments he jerked up, sliding away from Jeremy as he did.
"Jeremy?" he questioned sharply. Jeremy didn't reply. He simply watched Tyler, smiling. A cat with a canary he thought. That's what he was. "What are you doing here?" Tyler asked, getting out of bed and pacing the floor.
"Just…reciprocating."
"Reciprocating?" Tyler asked, brow furrowing.
"Reciprocate," Jeremy said, unmoving, "to give in return."
"I know what reciprocate means Gilbert. What are you here for?" Jeremy stood ever so slowly. He rounded the bed and stood in front of Tyler.
"For the better part of a year you made my life hell. So I'll give you one guess."
Tyler backed up a few steps, stopping just in front of the wall. He was smarter than Jeremy gave him credit for. He was smart enough to be afraid right now. Jeremy paced closer. He wasn't sure exactly what he was going to do.
"Jeremy," Tyler whispered, his voice shaking.
"I'll give you some advice," Jeremy cut him off coldly, "don't piss me off right now."
"I'm sorry," Tyler blurted, "I know, I was a dick and I'm sorry." Jeremy tilted his head a bit.
"If you know, why did you do it?"
"I just," Tyler paused, backing up another step, into the wall, "I took it for granted I guess."
"You took it for granted? I killed myself and you took your life for granted?" Tyler's jaw dropped.
"What are you talking about?" he whispered. Jeremy blurred forward, yanking Tyler up the wall by the throat. He felt his eyes go dark as his face changed.
"I killed myself," he growled, "and now I'm this." Tyler gaped at him, his throat working furiously under Jeremy's hand. Jeremy didn't regret it, not yet. But he felt like maybe someday he would. And it wasn't really Tyler's fault, but Anna was gone. Jeremy needed someone to blame.
Tears slid down Tyler's face. Jeremy watched, fascinated. Tyler's pulse was pounding furiously, Jeremy felt his gums ache. He wanted it.
"Are you okay? You're okay right?"
"Okay?" Jeremy questioned. "I'm perfect." After a moment he forced his face back to normal. He loosened his grip slightly.
"I'm sorry," Tyler sobbed, "I'm so sorry."
"Why did you do it?" he questioned, calm again.
"Do what?"
"Any of it. Why did you go after Vicki when you knew we were together? Why did you beat the shit out of me time after time? Why did you hate me so much?" Jeremy was losing his cool again. His face twisted before he took a deep breath and forced it back.
"I don't hate you. I never hated you. Please Jeremy, I'm sorry."
"Prove it and tell me why."
"I was jealous," Tyler let out, pulling at Jeremy's hand uselessly. "I was jealous, alright?"
"Jealous of what?" Jeremy demanded incredulously. Tyler didn't respond, he clamped his lips together. He shook his head, tears sliding crookedly as he did. "Jealous of what?" Jeremy repeated, lifting him higher. Tyler shook his head again. "Tell me," Jeremy demanded. Tyler groaned biting his lips to keep them closed. The compulsion was working but Tyler was fighting it with everything he had. He lifted his hands from Jeremy's, clamping them over his mouth. The words were so garbled Jeremy couldn't understand them. He dropped Tyler down. Tyler gasped, smearing the blood on his lips as he stared up from his knees. "Fine," Jeremy muttered. "Don't tell me. Show me." Jeremy wasn't sure how it was going to work. He didn't worry about it. The compulsion would do its job. Tyler's body pulled itself up, as if he was no longer in control. Jeremy waited with baited breath. Tyler came closer, groaning and shaking his head as he did.
"No, no, no, no…" His entire body trembled as he moved. "Stop, please stop. Jeremy stop this, I'm beg-" The words cut off as Tyler's lips landed on Jeremy's. Tyler stopped fighting it then, he aligned his body with Jeremy's as perfectly as he could, running his hands down Jeremy's sides. Jeremy was a statue. Faster reflexes didn't matter, not with this. He pushed Tyler back as gently as he could while working to control his own body. Tyler fought it, reaching for him still.
"Stop," Jeremy demanded. Tyler dropped to the floor as soon as the word was spoken, cradling his head in his hands. He continued to cry from there. Jeremy crossed to the window, lifting it open with one hand.
"Vicki," Tyler let out, catching his breath, "I was jealous of Vicki." Jeremy jumped out.
Jeremy went home. He was still thirsty but he ignored it. That had not gone as planned. He was totally lost as to what to do now. He couldn't wrap his head around what happened. Not a bit of it. Time began to slip by uneventfully. Tyler avoided him at all costs. Jeremy laughed a bit at that. It was kind of funny to see. Underneath his good humor, there was still a layer of unease. Jeremy tired of that as well. He was a vampire. He wasn't letting a human make him feel like that. Three weeks and five days after his first night visit, he reappeared in Tyler's room. Tyler was still awake and Jeremy had to wonder if he somehow knew that Jeremy would come back.
"You like me," Jeremy said slowly, "so you stole my girlfriend and beat me up."
"I'm not allowed to be gay Jeremy. You've met my dad."
"No more secrets?" Jeremy questioned.
"You can make me do whatever you want, there's no point." He sighed. "If Vicki was with me I knew she wasn't with you. The fighting," he lifted his shoulders in a shrug, "I couldn't stop myself from being angry with you."
"You know what I am?"
"There have always been stories."
"You aren't afraid?"
"Only as afraid as I ever was around you." Jeremy took another step inside the room.
"Do you still want me?" he asked, curiously. Tyler looked down to his bedspread before nodding once. "Hm," Jeremy let out. He sat on the edge of the bed gently. "Show me," Jeremy whispered. Tyler lifted his head but didn't move. Jeremy smiled slightly. "I won't make you."
"Why not?" Jeremy shrugged.
"Don't know. Seems better this way." Tyler shifted closer. He opened his mouth to say something but seemed to change his mind. He kissed Jeremy instead. Jeremy fell back onto the bed and Tyler followed, laying on top and sliding his tongue into Jeremy's mouth. Jeremy couldn't control the fire building inside. He rolled, taking control as he did. Tyler whimpered, not bothering to fight him. Jeremy pulled up enough to rip Tyler's shirt down the front and pull it away.
"That's kind of…cool," Tyler let out. Jeremy's eyes traced the lines of Tyler's chest and abs as he panted.
Jeremy tried breathing deeply as he felt his face shift. Tyler watched him, still panting.
"You don't have to," he breathed, "you don't have to hide it."
"I don't want to hurt you," Jeremy let out, realizing it was true suddenly.
"Okay. So don't." Jeremy leaned down and kissed him again, careful of his teeth as he did. He pulled off his shirt before scooting down and taking off Tyler's pajama bottoms. Tyler moaned. Jeremy took off his clothes and lay on top of him again. Jeremy rolled his hips and Tyler's moans became completely unintelligible.
"I haven't done this," Jeremy said haltingly. Tyler smiled.
"I got it." He lifted his hips, brushing against Jeremy again. "I just need," he groaned, "I just need to…" Jeremy slid off him, watching fascinated as Tyler sucked on two of his fingers before reaching down with them. Tyler slowly worked himself open, pants increasing in speed as he did. Finally he turned to Jeremy. "Please," he breathed. Jeremy was on top of him in the next second. The head of his cock brushed against Tyler and both groaned at the feeling. Tyler whimpered as Jeremy inched into him. "I've wanted this for so long," he groaned. Jeremy caught his breath at the tightness, fighting to stay in control.
"I really want to bite you," Jeremy admitted, watching Tyler's neck with dangerous intent.
"Admittedly," Tyler panted as Jeremy pulled out and slid back in, "that wasn't part of the fantasy…but I don't think I mind." Jeremy froze, his eyes moving to Tyler's face.
"You'd let me?" he questioned. Tyler clenched around him, nodding once. Jeremy thrust a few more times, trying desperately to control the urge. It only worked for a matter of moments. With a groan he slid his teeth into Tyler's neck, as gently as possible. Tyler grunted his body tensing. Jeremy ran his hands down Tyler's sides soothingly, picking up the pace as an effort to distract him. The blood was flowing over Jeremy's teeth and tongue, into him. His eyes closed in bliss. This had to be the best feeling in the world.
"Jer please," Tyler moaned. Jeremy growled as Tyler's neck moved with the words. "I need…I need." Jeremy drank for a while longer, still pounding into Tyler. Eventually he pulled back, noting Tyler had gotten quite a bit paler. Tyler's eyes were squeezed closed tightly. "Please," he continued, "I need you to touch me."
Jeremy watched the blood dribbling down Tyler's neck before looking down between them. He reached down, taking Tyler's cock in one hand. Tyler moaned, clenching tightly around Jeremy. Jeremy stroked quickly, thrusting at the same pace. "There," Tyler panted, arching suddenly. "Right there." Jeremy kept the same angle, thrusting as hard as he could without hurting Tyler. Tyler moaned, biting at his lips. Jeremy leaned down and licked the drying blood from Tyler. Jeremy came unexpectedly, the force of it slamming into him. He cried out, landing on top of Tyler. Tyler followed as he felt Jeremy shoot into him. "Oh God," Tyler moaned quietly. Jeremy sighed and slid out. Tyler sat up after a moment, watching him dress. "This wasn't…this wasn't revenge, was it?" Jeremy shook his head.
"I don't know what this was. But if you thought it was revenge why did you do it?"
"I did it because I wanted to. I've wanted to for a long time." Tyler sighed. "I've loved you for a long time," he whispered. Jeremy went still, leaving a shoe untied.
"What?"
"I know you heard me," Tyler said. "I tried to stop it. But I couldn't."
"I need time," Jeremy said, going to the window and jumping out.
"You smell like sex," Damon said as he entered, "and blood." Jeremy went still. "Who were you with?" Damon questioned quietly.
"No one important." Damon circled him.
"You're wearing too many clothes," he said casually. Jeremy shifted out of his jacket, slipping off his shoes as well. "A man?" Jeremy tensed as Damon drew even closer. "Interesting." Jeremy tugged off his shirt before going to his belt buckle. Damon dragged him up the stairs before he had a chance to open it. Damon was angry. Jeremy could tell easily. He flinched into the bed that Damon threw him on.
"Please," he said, throwing up both his hands as Damon's face changed. "Please, don't, I didn't know I couldn't be with anyone else. I won't do it again." He rose up on his knees, pleading, "Please Damon."
"Did you let him fuck you?" Jeremy shook his head furiously.
"No. I didn't, please."
"Please what?" Damon yelled, jumping onto the bed as well. He pinned Jeremy down, one hand on his throat.
"Please…don't hurt me," he begged, breaths wheezing in and out. Damon leaned closer.
"You belong to me," he said.
"Yes," Jeremy agreed immediately, "yes." Damon dropped his hand suddenly. He stroked Jeremy's cheek.
"Of course I won't hurt you," he said softly. "Take off my clothes," he said, sitting up. Shaking Jeremy pulled himself up; he brought his hands to the buttons of Damon's shirt. "Tell me who it was," Damon murmured, hands running through Jeremy's hair. Jeremy's throat tightened. "Tell me," Damon demanded again, his grip tightening painfully. Jeremy's hands clenched in Damon's shirt.
"Please don't hurt him," he whispered.
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't. I can find him without you…it would just make me angrier."
"It was Tyler," Jeremy said, close to tears, "Tyler Lockwood." Damon loosened his grip, smoothing Jeremy's hair.
"I didn't say you could stop." Jeremy swallowed roughly and continued working at Damon's shirt.
It was violent. Damon didn't have any other way of doing it. Jeremy was just glad he could lie in bed quietly afterwards and heal. Times like these he wondered why Damon was doing this to him. He thought that maybe it was because of Elena.
"I won't touch him," Damon said quietly. Jeremy turned towards him, fighting the urge to cry.
"Thank you," he breathed. Damon smoothed hair out of his face softly.
"Every boy needs his pet."
