A/N: Reminder this is Rated M for a reason. Enjoy ;)

Chap 13

Anya POV

The rest of the week goes by so fast, with the amount of school work that's being piled on for our senior year. Becky hasn't been at school all week. I'm starting to really think she's in a shit load of trouble which is distracting me while I'm at school. If it wasn't for Damian I would feel more alone at school. But it still wasn't the same without my best friend.

Anya has talked to Damian on the phone every night studying. Which has helped keep her mind preoccupied. Especially when studying leads to us just talking so long we lose track of time most nights. Thursday night I think I actually fell asleep on the phone with him.

We've gotten a lot closer this past week. It feels almost surreal. He was adamant and nervous the first couple of days. But he sounded excited last night when I brought up dinner with my parents.

I think I'm realizing I'm way more nervous than him about this.

I pace my room as the time hits 8:00pm, I'm so nervous I'm sweating. But I'm trying to avoid smelling like sweat, so I spray some perfume over me and walk through it. I can hear the roar of what I'm assuming is Damian's motorbike as it gets closer to the house then cuts off.

This is his first time coming into my house, let alone my room. Which I did have to clean up a bit before he came, and by clean. I mean stuff everything in my closet so Papa won't see I was lazy to clean it right.

I'm wearing a navy sundress with white daisies adorned on them, that is casual yet formal enough for a dinner with my parents. I did soft waves in my hair but left it down, since I know Damian prefers it after I implored his thoughts on some things he liked about me.

The doorbell rang and I almost felt like I wanted to throw up the nerves that felt like they were coating my skin. I took a deep breath, everything is going to be fine Anya. I repeat in my head.

Just dinner and homework, it's simple. Right?

"Anya! Damian's here!" Papa rang out to my room, "Coming!" I rub my palms against my dress making sure it's not wrinkled, and to wipe the sweat off of them.

I walked out of my room and saw him with his hair slicked back and he wore a white button up with black jeans and he was holding a single rose and a bottle of wine. My father took the wine from him, thanking him, while eyeing Mama with a stern look that made me giggle. I walk up to him and say "Thank you for coming." In greeting.

He puts out the single rose to me and I take it from him blushing looking over at Papa who is putting the wine on the table while setting it with Mama as they put the final touches.

"Thank you, that was thoughtful of you." I say to him and give him a hug feeling a bit awkward doing so in front of my parents.

When I hugged him he kissed the top of my head and whispered "you look so beautiful." I released him blushing as his thoughts filtered in mine of ideas that came to his mind about my dress. Thoughts of him disappearing under the fabric of my skirt and me writhing under his touch.

The image is cut off when Papa says "I hope you guys are hungry, dinner is served." all smiles, but I feel like this blush is going to be stained on my face the remainder of the evening after seeing his thoughts.

We take our seats beside each other across from my parents. Papa asked us about school, where we mentioned the idea for our project. Mama and Papa both thought they were great ideas. Then Papa slid in simple questions about his home life.

"So Damian, do you usually go home for the weekends? Are we cutting into any family time you would typically have?" Papa asked innocently.

Damian's thoughts sadden with a flit of anger simmering around them. But he answers as I can delve deeper. "My dad and I aren't that close, so I refrain from going home that often."

Especially when he called me and told me to stay away for the time being.

I catch his thought, and find it curious Donovan would ask him to stay away.

I take a bite of my rice when Mama tops off her wine glass, and asks "So when did you two start dating?" we both practically choke on our food and beverage. I look over at him and he's wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"Mama we're just friends…right now." I let the implication linger. His leg brushed up against mine, and he nodded at them smiling agreeing with what I said.

Mama smiles none the wiser and just exclaims she just wants to see me happy.

But Damian's thoughts spiked beside me after I made the comment. His thoughts of the possibilities of our relationship, vividly, made me blush deeper. Oh gosh.

Papa notices and decides to ask Damian to help him clear the plates so they could have a word. As they talk off to the side, Mama nudges my shoulder and says "he seems very sweet Anya, and it's clear he has feelings for you."

I nod not wanting him to hear our conversation even though I'm more curious about theirs. But Mama is talking to me and I can't concentrate on both conversations at the same time like Papa can.

"Yeah I'm hoping Papa can see him that way too now." I say looking at the two of them, Damian seems calm and is smiling at Papa. I don't know why but just seeing them together makes my heart swell with joy. Papa turns to put the dried dishes in the cabinet and Damian looks over at me and smiles in my direction.

Which brings a blush back to my cheeks, "So we're going to go work on our project… in my room." I say standing and brushing at my dress with my sweating palms.

Damian finished the last one handing it to Papa and he excused himself saying dinner was delicious and my mom waved at him as he headed toward my room where I was waiting by the door.

Anya, leave the door cracked, I hear Papa's thoughts.

I rolled my eyes and mouthed the word Privacy to him, and I saw his fist clench and unclench.

Followed up with, trust me as I closed it all the way and locked it. I hear him walk toward Mama in a bit of a huff but doesn't press in his thoughts.

Damian standing in the middle of my room made it feel entirely too small. He's by my dresser holding the hand of Chimera who is perched there after I cleaned my room earlier. I contemplated putting him away but it felt wrong to put him in storage of any kind.

"Cute" Damian says and lets go of its hand.

I walk around the room making sure to not be so close to him. His scent already started to fill the room, and I know it's going to be hard to sleep after he leaves. Especially now that I have this memory of him laying in my bed burned into my mind.

He takes off his shoes and fully gets comfortable moving to one side, motioning me to join beside him. My heart picks up "I-I don't know Damian..." I glance at the door as if Papa has his ear against the door which is a possibility.

"I come in peace, I don't bite." He smiles at me leaning back on the pillow. I refuse to peer in his thoughts but I can feel trickles of nervousness and lust.

I slide off my sandals and tuck my skirt as I slide in beside him on my bed. He turns to face me to give me more space since my bed is small for two people.

His scent is so intoxicating I have to distract myself before I lean forward to remind myself what he tastes like.

"I hope my dad didn't give you the 3rd degree." Trying to pry into their conversation and distract myself.

He runs his fingers through his hair, messing up the perfectness that it was. But even when he's like this he's still perfect to me. Clearly Papa said something to him that possibly bothered him or he might not want to tell me.

"He just loves you very much… but if you must know. He made me promise not to hurt you and to protect you no matter what." I bite my lip not realizing he would make him make such a vow.

"Made you?" I ask teasingly. He smiles looking down at me a bit "I mean it's not like he had to twist my arm."

"I'm sure that's because he likes you after meeting you formally." I say waving it off like it wasn't a big deal. "I guess the question is do you?" He asks me, making my stomach flip.

"I already told you I like you." I counter, putting a hand on his arm and feel the firm heat under my palm. We haven't really been this close or intimate since Becky's party. Which feels like yesterday but also too long ago.

He puts a hand on my waist feeling his warmth made me want to melt into his embrace. "Maybe I just like hearing you say it." He says leaning closer to me till we're only a breath apart. My heart rate increases as his lustful thoughts pressed further into my mind or I just opened myself to them, I'm not even sure.

"Damian I-" he leans into me, capturing my lips. I immediately forget whatever I was going to say or what I'm supposed to be doing. Lost in his embrace, the hand on my waist feels like it's searing my skin as he pulls me closer to him.

The kiss was slow and teasing but passionate nonetheless, as if he was exploring what he could do and the noises I would make. Our tongues join the dance of our feelings between us. As they clashed and joined just like we do normally.

He tastes exactly like I remember but can't describe it outside of just him. But knowing I can't replicate it, I pull him closer to try and get more deepening our kiss, burning it into my memory.

His thoughts meld with mine, and I could picture him kissing my neck and next thing I knew he was there suckling on a small piece of skin under my ear. I pressed my thighs and my mouth together to suppress a moan. I arch into him, throwing my arms around his shoulders as he holds me press flush against him as he suckles on that piece of flesh, knowing it will leave a mark.

"Damian…" I say breathless but I don't want to tell him to stop. His hands go up my back as if leaving trails of fire in their wake that had me arching further and further into him. He captures my lips again as he rolls me on my back as he dominates them.

He groans into my mouth, but it's muffled and swallowed and suffocated in our kiss all at once. I instinctively part my legs and my dress pools at my hips as Damian slides between them getting closer, not breaking our kiss. I grab the front of his shirt and need more friction as if no amount of closeness will ever be enough.

His hard length is firmly pressed against my thigh and I can't help but notice it now. I squeeze my thighs together and lift my hips up feeling the heat of his erection near my underwear. The groan he lets out is guttural borderline loud. I had to capture his mouth in a kiss before we risk being heard.

Damian releases the kiss and nuzzles my neck. I flinch when he rubs against the hickey, I know is there.

"I want to taste you, Anya." He says huskily, I can see his thoughts of peeling off my underwear to lick between my folds and I groan at the heat that floods my loins at his lustful thoughts.

I nod up at him breathless, I've never felt like this before. It's like his own lust is magnifying my own. His arms loop around my thighs and lift me as he pulls my underwear down my legs. The heat of my exposed sex to the night air left me feeling wanting to be closer to him. He trailed kisses from my neck over my dress, all the way to my inner thighs that had me squirming for the promise of contact of him tasting me.

He placed a chaste kiss on it and I wanted to press into him greedily for more contact. But I held myself firm waiting for him to make a move. He did a tentative lick between my folds and the moan I exhaled was all air that I had to cover my mouth from making it obvious what he was doing.

I kept my hands there as he explored and sucked all around it before diving his tongue in. Filling me in a way I never knew I wanted… I needed. He pushed his long tongue in and out leaving me panting and practically pressing into his face to have him fully fill me.

He pulls it out and I whimper at brief loss of contact. Until I find him exploring again, he found a spot above my entrance that when he sucked it, I saw stars. I arched off the bed, almost clenching my thighs around his head to hold him there.

"Fuck…Damian…" I say breathless, but he continues sucking and nipping at it. That leaves me feeling twitchy and needy.

His hands on my thighs that were previously caressing, now lift me higher as he plunges his tongue into me deeper than my back arches against the feeling.

Moaning "Damian…don't stop." One hand that was holding my leg up moved to the spot that he sucked on while he tongue was deep inside me writhing against my walls rubbing at it hastily.

It didn't take long at all before I let go and had to bite my lip very hard to stay quiet while I orgasmed so hard I could feel it explode around his tongue which he lapped it up hungrily. Leaving me tingly in all the right places that I felt like mush.

My breathing was ragged and uneven. My hair I'm sure is a mess of curls and I can still feel his hands as he pushed my thighs up to gain more access, licking me thoroughly clean.

I'm still catching my breath, when I still feel his lust in his thoughts. He looks up at me and wipes his mouth in a way that just looks so naughty.

He crawls back up me and captures my lips again in a sensual kiss. It was softer than before, like he wants to make the night last as long as he can. I can still feel his throbbing member against my exposed thigh. Which I teasingly use and press it into him and he pushes forward into it instinctively moaning my name in warning into my mouth.

I push him back gently from our kiss "take off your pants." He looks at me for a moment, as if making sure I'm sure and complied with my request.

He stood directly in front of me taking off his shirt and undid his belt and pants and pulled them down till he was in his all black boxer briefs. He watched my face as if stripped, As if that wasn't enough to have my legs shaking. My mouth almost felt like it was dry looking at how big it is, once he pulled down and stepped out of his boxers obviously confident with himself.

I reached out curious at what it feels like. I mean I've seen Becky's dildos but those usually feel hard and cold and not really appealing.

But Damian feels scorching hot, his cock is definitely rock hard but the skin on it is velvety soft. He groans quietly at the contact I make and he doesn't move a muscle. I grip him and squeeze gently and he bites his lip trying to be quiet. Which amuses me how difficult it is for him to do. For some reason it makes me feel more powerful.

I pump my hand a few times and his jaw slackens and he groans "keep going" he whispers desperation in his voice.

I continue pulling on it when I realize I need to wet it, his eyes are closed as he focuses on the feeling of my touch. Deciding it's the perfect opportunity to take him by surprise.

I pushed my hand from the top of his head to the bottom of his shaft sliding my mouth and tongue over it as I reached the bottom.

I thought the taste of his lips was intoxicating, but the taste of his cock on my lips it makes me feel naughty. The way he reacts, the twitch in his abs beneath my efforts. How he has his hands in his hair like he wants to pull it out. I pull my head back till I reach the tip again and swirl my tongue before lowering back down to take as much as I can. I repeated that a few times and I could feel his hips moving in time with my motions as I built up a rhythm. He was panting as I increased my speed and I moaned into his cock, letting the vibration increase his pleasure.

I peer up at him and his eyes are on me and they're so dark with lust, I whimper even with a mouthful. I take my other hand and increase my efforts adding a pit of twisting to the routine. Now he has his hand on my head guiding it along his cock as I continue not removing my lips to create a suction as I pushed and pulled on his cock with my mouth.

"Anya… fuck.. I'm about to-" he says and I feel his cum shoot in my mouth. I wasn't expecting that but I quickly swallowed, drinking it all until his cock semi softened in my grasp. It tasted sweetly salty, I wouldn't have expected that since Becky always says it's disgusting so she spits it out.

He laid back on my bed in all of his glory panting heavily with his arm across his eyes catching his breath. I curled up beside him breathing heavily, wiping around my mouth. For a moment neither of us say anything. I want to peer into his mind but in this particular moment it feels invasive.

Thankfully Damian breaks the silence, "that was… wow." He says moving his arm and turning to face me even though he's still completely nude and I'm acutely aware of that fact.

"Yeah… I've never, I mean I have, but not like that." I say breathless remembering the feel of his tongue on me. "Did that make sense? Because it made sense to me." I say laughing at myself.

He chuckles at my idiocy and leans forward kissing my forehead. He crawls out of bed and quickly starts dressing and as soon as he buttons his last button. There's a knock on the door from Papa saying it's getting late.

Damian grabs my underwear that was on the floor and tucked it in his pocket as he opened the door for Papa. Who narrowed his gaze at the both of us, and looked around the room.

"Well it was a pleasure meeting you Damian. If you're not busy on the weekends you're more than welcome to join us for dinner more regularly, if you ever need time away from campus. I'm sure Anya would love that." Papa says to Damian warmly, but when Damian looks back at me I can't help but blush scarlet.

He gives papa a handshake before I slide my sandals on to walk him to his bike. I know papa is looking because I feel his gaze on us as soon as we approach the bike.

I tuck some loose hair behind my ear looking up at him "I hope you had a good night." I say hopeful. "Of course I did" He says as he reaches out and wraps his arms around me pulling me close to him in a hug. I didn't expect it. I yelped in his embrace. He held me there for a moment as if he didn't want to leave.

His thoughts filter in briefly, pain, isolation and loneliness. I squeeze him as if the pressure I'm putting into him will imprint my aura so he knows he's not alone. Not anymore.

I pull away just enough that we're still embracing and place a chaste kiss on his lips. "If you're ever lonely, call me, okay?" He snorts as if it's insulting to think he'd be lonely as I pull away from our embrace.

"At least I have something to remember you by." He says mounting his bike and turning it over so it roared to life. I didn't know what he meant but then the thought popped up in mine at the same time it did his.

I gasp, hitting his shoulder "you can't keep those." Knowing he has my underwear from my room, the ones I was just wearing.

He tosses on his helmet and does the motion of "I can't hear you." before he winks and takes off.

I laugh at him even though he's annoying, walking back upstairs and into my room. I had this weird feeling like something was missing. His scent was still everywhere, the memories of what we had done still very fresh in my mind.

I'm torn because part of me is starting to fall for Damian. But the other half of me knows what his father is doing to my best friend. Which makes a night like tonight bittersweet, since I don't have my best friend to call and share it with.

I've been so worried about Becky being a prisoner and Damian feeling lonely I didn't realize that… I am too... We all are…