Author: Alicia of the Temptation.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, materials, etc, are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is, in no way, associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Title: Wicked.
Rating: Mature.
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries, (TV.)
Summary: Damon had lived the better part of three lifetimes. He knew, as a man and a vampire, when some things and some people were untouchable. Which made his attraction to Jeremy Gilbert frustratingly passionate.
Word Count: 960.
Warnings: Slash, Age Difference Stressed, Faunlet!Jeremy.
Notes: This was inspired by Lolita, by Vladimir Nabokov. And, I'm proud and exasperated by it all at once.
Three
Damon Salvatore wouldn't call himself the bad brother, the do-no-good-er. He considered himself playful and sinful, but was, at the most, a gentleman. He knew his limits, and knew when it was time to stop playing his favorite game of cat and mouse. Damon was twenty-four-years-old when he transitioned into vampirism, and had lived the better part of three lifetimes. He knew, as a man and a vampire, when some things and some people were untouchable.
Which made his attraction to Jeremy Gilbert frustratingly passionate.
Jeremy was fifteen-years-old, the younger brother of his brother's girlfriend and the ward of his good friend; he was a boy who flew into the supernatural head-first, and had no preservation instinct to save his life. Which made him a pain in the ass. But, God, was the boy beautiful.
Elena had her womanly charms. She was elegant and pretty in ways Katherine was, but so much softer and sweeter. But, Jeremy was something else. Long, skinny limbs and broad shoulders, pale skin and bitten lips, messy hair and charcoal-stained fingers. Childish and grown all at once. And Damon wanted him. Oh, did he want him.
To go every other night to the Gilbert home, laugh with Alaric, smile charmingly at Jenna, would be a bore enough if it weren't for Jeremy. The boy was pleasant company, easier to talk with than his aunt, easier to be with than his sister or Stefan. And it was so damn frustrating to have such easy conversations with such a faunlet. Damon hardly ever saw attraction towards the young ones. He would see how pretty Caroline was when she smiled, or how entrancing Matt's eyes would be, but it would be it. It would be that simple.
Nothing was simple when it came to a Gilbert.
To see Jeremy at his home was all fine and well. The boy was normally lazy enough to not change his clothes after school, hands inked with paint and his scent diluted with the aromas of his schoolmates. Today, of all the days, when Damon hadn't a fresh meal of blood, was the day Jeremy cleaned up.
Drying, curling hair and flushed cheeks had driven him mad. But his scent, oh his scent, fresh and sweet, and the purest scent Damon had smelled. Oh, if this boy knew what he did to this ageless vampire.
With a smirk upon his fair face and his shoulder against the door frame, Jeremy knew exactly what he did to the vampire.
"Alaric and Jenna are out of their usual date," he said.
"And Stefan and Elena?"
"Also out," Jeremy replied, moving back to re-enter his home. "On a date."
"What of Matt or Tyler?" Damon begged. Please, anyone. Anyone to keep me from going mad.
"Matt has a shift at the Grill tonight," Jeremy answered, walking into the kitchen. "And Tyler is on a date with Caroline. Bonnie is rearranging her grimoire, if you're wondering." He stopped near the kitchen island, head turned back and hair touching his shoulder. "It's just you and me tonight, Damon."
May God help me.
He sat stiffly on the bar stool at the kitchen island, watched as Jeremy poured the two a drink of wine in plain glasses. The boy handed the vampire his drink and sipped at his own, but Damon couldn't help but notice how the wine painted Jeremy's lips a pale red. "Let's get right to the chase, shall we, Damon?" Jeremy said.
"I beg your pardon?"
The boy gave Damon a steely look, leaning forward to expose the pale column of his neck. He wouldn't admit it, but Damon peeked at the collection of veins under his skin before looking into Jeremy's eyes.
"I know very well how you feel towards me," he said. "I've known for quite some time."
"Jeremy-"
"I'm not a complete fool," the boy hissed. "I see how you look at me. And Alaric and Jenna can try to keep you away from me, but I always find a way." Jeremy tilted his head and leaned in even closer. "I always find a way to take what I want."
Damon raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And how do you plan on conquering me, Little Gilbert?"
He turned his head away from the boy, feeling his anger bubble at the pit of his stomach. What was wrong with him? What was he doing? This was a child. A mere boy. A speck in Damon's time line. Just a pretty, little boy.
"Oh, I'm more than a pretty face," Jeremy laughed. "And if I am? So what? I'm a pretty boy who wants you; not just for an hour or a night. I want to be able to spend more than that long with you."
"God, damn it," Damon growled, his hands reaching out to grab onto the collar of Jeremy's shirt. He pulled the boy close, onto his lap and the boy's wine-stained mouth towards his mouth. And Jeremy was quick to yield, lips parted open by Damon's hot tongue – and the kiss was sweet, so sweet, and everything Damon had expected it to be.
With him, underneath him, Jeremy yielded so perfectly. With his fingers clawing down Damon's back as they kissed and kissed, and kissed. And it was so sweet and so passionate, the slip and dance of their lips.
Damon pulled back, even when that was the last thing he wanted to do.
"Jenna and Alaric will be home soon."
Jeremy, bruised lips, flushed cheeks, messy hair, grinned a lazy grin. "Then, let's take this upstairs,..."
Damon didn't fight the boy as he took the vampire upstairs.