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Damon's POV
I had been fighting the hallucinations for hours. Sometimes I would hallucinate about Dean leaving me or telling me to go back to hell where I belong, or he would be trying to kill me. These were the hardest ones. So while I had minor control of my muscles I wrote him a note, telling him how much I would miss him and that I would love him if he was willing to accept my love. These hallucinations were so hard to ignore while I was writing. I knew they were not real but somehow it still struck me and cut me so deep that I started to cry towards the last one where he called me a lowly monster who didn't deserve any love. He then walked out. I begged and cried for him to come back to me. He didn't and I just cried myself back into a dreamless sleep.
Dean's POV
I walked into the Salvatore Boarding House to hear Damon calling and crying out my name at the top of his lungs. After the phone call with Klaus, Stefan had just disappeared so I was forced to leave Damon alone, something I was no regretting. I rushed up to Damon's room with almost inhuman speed and rushed into his room. I pulled the bottle out of my back pocket.
The way Damon's hallucinations made it look, I must have pulled out some sort of weapon. He could not move because of the crippling abdomen pains but he would put up one hell of a fight. The veins in his eyes crept up under his alabaster skin and the whites of his eyes turned red. His fangs popped into view as he bared his teeth, ready for me to attack him. The low hiss that escaped his lips told me that he was ready for the do or die fight. The idea flashed in my mind suddenly. He needed this blood soon or he was gonna die. I had hoped that the venom had not affected his hearing yet.
"Oh baby, you know it gets me hot when you let me see your vampire side."
The fangs disappeared along with his veins and the whites of his eyes changed back to white. Damon just sat there a second, looking at me with a puzzled expression. I took a step forward thinking I had gotten past his defences He then hissed, only the fangs returning.
"You aren't real. Just tell me you hate me and disappear." Is that what he hallucinates about? I silently pondered while thinking of a way to get past his defences Then I took the advice I had given Klaus.
"I love you Damon." The simple sentence caused him to cry thick tears.
"NO" Damon cried. "These ones are so much worse. Now I am hearing things."I stepped right up next to the bed and he looked at me with so much pain, then confusion clouded his gaze. "You should have left by now."
"I am real."
Damon just remained silent. I took the opportunity in this moment and hopped up onto the bed with him. I placed him so that his head was resting on my chest.
"This is a nice way to die" Damon rasped out and I felt him smile.
"You're not dying today" I said. I pulled the blood out of my pocket and put it to Damon's lips. He only had the energy to barely open his mouth by now. I put the bottle to Damon's lips and prayed to God that it would work. I fed him the whole bottle and watched him lay still for a minute and did not see any improvement. I started crying thinking I had lost him. My chest started to ache and I cried thick tears and emitted deep sobs. Then from under my chin I heard a tiny groan. Then a very raspy voice spoke up from under me.
"Does it really make you hot when I show my vampire side?"
I rolled him under me and pressed lavish kisses to his face and mouth. Suddenly Damon's smirk left his face and he got very uncomfortable.
"Dean." he voiced. I watched him bite his lip and catch my gaze and then look away. "Did you really mean what you said?" He then caught me in his ocean gaze and I felt at a loss for words. He took my lack of words that I did not mean it. He pushed me off with disgust clear on his face and walked to the other side of the room. He then turned to me. His gaze had turned steely blue.
"YOU KNOW WHAT, FUCK YOU WINCHESTER! He screamed. "I was willing to put myself out there for you, willing to love you if you would accept it." He was gritting his teeth now. The volume was gone but he was still dangerously angry. "I decided that before I should have died that I loved you. I wrote you a note saying that I loved you and that I was sorry that I had to leave after just now finding you."
He pulled a note out of his drawer. He then ripped it up and threw the pieces at me. He then strode out of the room and downstairs to the living room for a glass of bourbon.
Damon's POV
Fucking Winchester! Breaking my damn heart like that. I needed something to dull the pain. I threw back two and a half glasses immediately, relishing the burn that cascaded down my throat. By the time Dean made his way down the stairs I was already on my third glass, the familiar buzz taking its place at the back of my skull.
"Damon…" he began. I gave an exasperated sigh and faced him.
"Just leave Dean…please. Just go and don't come back."
"Damon. I love you."
I set my glass down on the bar and walked up to him until our noses were touching. "I swear to god Winchester if you did not mean what you just said I will shove my foot so far up your ass you will be able to taste the rubber soles." He just sat there and smiled.
"Sounds kinda kinky to me."
"Be serious Dean." I whined.
"Fine." Dean faced me with a solemn expression.
"Did you mean every word of what you just said?" I breathed. Dean and I weren't people who openly expressed our emotions. We usually bottled them up until we had to release them by getting into fights for example or going on a murderous rampage in my case. So when I saw Dean struggling with his emotions I just leaned up and kissed him. "Just for inspiration." I said sweetly.
Dean looked at me confused for a second, and then he dove in for another kiss. "Need…more…inspiration." He tried to speak in between kisses. Dean gently rubbed his tongue on my lips, seeking entrance. I gladly let him in and we made out in the living room for a good 20 minutes. Then Dean took it a step further, trying to snake his hand under my shirt.
"Hey, hey." I gently scolded him. He looked at me with a hurt expression. "What do you say we move this party to the bedroom." I said. His eye danced with excitement that I am sure was reflected in mine. Dean swooped in for a kiss and grabbed my shirt. He started to pull me up the stairs and down the hall to my bedroom, keeping our mouths connected the whole way.
Dean's POV
We got about 3 feet from Damon's bedroom and Damon became very aggressive. He forced my shirt off and opened the door to his room and threw me across the room and right onto his cushy, white bed. As soon as I landed on the bed he pounced and landed on me, straddling my hips. Damon was such a teaser and kissed and licked all the way from my neck down to my belt. He flicked open the button on my jeans with skilled fingers. He slowly inched the jeans off my frame, kissing every inch of skin that became exposed as he pulled down.
I became impatient with the teasing and while Damon was kissing on my neck, I flipped us over so that I was on top. I ripped off his shirt and the buttons scattered all over his bed and the hardwood of his room. I licked my lips in anticipation. His chest gleaming in the rays of sunset that streamed through his bedroom window. I was so frustrated but decided that I could be a tease as well. If he could feel one ounce of the frustration I was feeling he would take me at this moment. I slowed down my actions to a snail's pace. I slid my hands down his chest and circled the area around his belt buckle with the tip of my finger. Damon moaned so loud I swear, the high school five miles away could hear him.
"Shush." I chuckled at him.
"Sorry" He moaned even louder.
I was not a patient person and got impatient with my own teasing soon enough. I ripped off his belt and pants. I found out that he was going commando and that just got me so much hotter. I then started to have very naughty thoughts about the little Damon below me. I halted my actions on his chest, reached below and started to pump. Damon's eyes rolled into the back of his head. His jaw fell slack and grunts and moans of agreement fell through his parted lips.
Finally Damon got a look of extreme look of lust in his eyes. Damon got settled on my thighs and I let out an excited noise of anticipation. It was fun to be dominated like this. He then thrust in with vigour and without warning. I let out a scream of pure pleasure. I was already so turned on that I was ready for this. All too soon I felt a deep, warm sensation pooling in my stomach.
"Damon…I'm gonna…" I was breathing heavily with moans and groans thrown in sporadically.
"Just let it go baby." Damon said seductively. With his final thrust I hurdled off the cliff head first. Damon followed me over only seconds after. We both lay on the bed curled in each other's arms, completely spent.
"I...Love...You" Damon punctuated each word with a kiss and also very breathless at the same time.
"I know." I replied with a smile.
A/N: Okay so I have been thinking about an epilogue for this story. I know I could end it here. I have several ideas and I want to know what you guys think should happen. So do we want them to get married, engaged? Do we want Dean to become a vampire to spend the rest of eternity with Damon? Do we want them to adopt kids? I would love to here your thoughts and suggestions. If I don't get any this is the end of the story. I need at least 10 reviews before I post the epilogue.