Author: Alicia of The Temptation.
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Title: Wicked.
Rating: Mature.
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries, (Television Series.)
Summary: Damon liked his little shows, after all. And Jeremy was the audience he captivated.
Word Count: 1, 311.
Warnings: AU, Male Slash, and Moderate to Graphic Sexual Content.
Notes: TAKE NOTE OF THE THIRD WARNING. Things get very naughty, quickly, in this lovely ficlet. If you are not of age to read adult content, please refrain from reading and return to other, safer revenues and stories. TAKE NOTE OF THE THIRD WARNING.
An anonymous reviewer mentioned I was fond of writing ficlets, and I am. I don't believe I have the capacity, as of yet, to write a full-fledged fan-fiction. Someday, I might, so I'll keep my hopes up.
Enjoy the new addition!
Wicked
Four
Mercy
"I don't know what you do
But you do it well
I'm under your spell."
Duffy － Mercy, (2008.)
Damon Salvatore was on his knees. Him, a centuries-old vampire, whose killed more people than he can count on all ten fingers and all ten toes. Him, strong, arrogant Damon Salvatore, was on his knees before a common child. At least, Damon still saw Jeremy － in some ways － as a child.
But, the young man was no longer a child. He sat upon one of the parlor chairs, legs crossed and his open palm holding his chin. Jeremy's face said he was bored, even with the display of a shirtless and damp-haired Damon before him. But his eyes － cloudy brown eyes － were full of amusement and heavy with arousal. It wasn't long before Jeremy couldn't hold his expression anymore.
"Is there something you want, Damon?" Jeremy purred.
Damon could feel his fangs itching to come out, blood already flowing to his eyes, among other places in his body. He leaned towards Jeremy, the boy's legs uncrossing and falling wide open.
"Yes, Jeremy," Damon murmured. "You."
That sentence brought a coy smile onto Jeremy's pale face.
"Then, prove it," Jeremy said. "Show me you want me."
This boy was going to be the death of him. Damon never had to get down on his knees for anyone in his almost two hundred years of existing. Not for Sage, or Will, or Lexi, or Enzo. He didn't even beg from Katherine. No. He played, and acted, and lied, and sighed. But, never once, did he beg.
Here he was now, almost two hundred years later, with an aching heart and an even more painful hard-on for the boy he called Little Gilbert.
But, he's not that little, is he? A part of him said as he reached out to unbutton Jeremy's jeans.
Damon was violent in the way he cared for Stefan, overly protective towards Elena and Bonnie, and only marginally so towards Caroline. (Mostly because he knew Caroline will literally chew him a new one if he tried to protect her.) In public, he showed his care and love to Jeremy in an almost standoffish way － pats on the back, whispers in his ears, maybe a kiss or two here and there.
But in private, right now, Damon was － had to be, needed to be － very open.
He pulled the boy's cock gently, eyes looking up to lock with Jeremy's, watching as the smile widened into a grin. There was one particular expression Damon craved, and he'll work the boy up to it, if he had to.
Long fingers lightly touched the tip of Jeremy's cock, moving down to feel the warmth settling underneath the skin. He had to move softly, easily, make the brunet go insane.
This wasn't a game. This was a show. For both parties.
Damon lowered his right hand down Jeremy's cock, the other keeping his knee to the side. He still kept his eyes locked on Jeremy's face, and watched as the boy's composed face began to fall apart. A soft rub here made Jeremy's eyes close, and lowering his hand to cup his balls made him bite his lower lip until it turned white. Reversing the trail of his hand made Jeremy's head fall back.
"What more do you want me to do?" Damon asked, almost airily. "Want me to touch you harder? With both hands? With my mouth?"
He leaned in even closer, his breath cool on Jeremy's now steadily leaking cock. "Want me to suck you off, Jer?"
"God!" Jeremy's nails clawed into the arms of the chair he was seated in. He was supposed to be in control. He was supposed to be one to make Damon beg and plead to touch him. Not the other way around. The thought made him grin again. Everyone knew, eventually, he'd melt in Damon's hands.
"Yes," Jeremy responded. "Suck me, Day."
The couple had a tendency to only use their chosen nicknames as dirty talk.
Damon wasn't quick to take the boy's cock, however. He merely flashed a smile － To Jeremy? To himself? He wasn't sure － before leaning in and breathing a little more coolness onto the boy. He moved his head to the side, and licked the warm tip as lightly as he could.
A tease to the leaking head, and a longer lick up his length, and Damon knew Jeremy was already on his way to falling apart. Jeremy was only eighteen, and barely experienced in any sexual encounter outside of crude penetration. He had no idea what the extremely crafty vampire had in store for him.
As soon as Damon moved back, he moved forward to take in Jeremy's leaking, warm cock into his mouth. He found pleasure in the way Jeremy twitched forward, mouth parting open with breathy moan. Found pleasure in the way he could hear the brunet's nails digging into the chair's fabric, in the way his toes curled against the wooden floor and in how quickly his heart began to pump.
Sucking Jeremy off wasn't something he normally did. Damon was normally the one being sucked off. But, Jeremy was feeling rather down for weeks. Angry, moody, almost depressed. A little blow-job wouldn't be enough to remove those emotions, but it would be enough of a distraction.
Damon bobbed his head carefully, already feeling his body responding to Jeremy's pleasure. He could never react as easily as Jeremy did, but he prided himself on his control.
Jeremy, however, was falling apart more and more.
His breaths were becoming shaky, and the boy snaked a hand from their hold on the arms of the chair to grab onto Damon's curling black hair. A light tug was enough of a signal to make Damon move more － move his head back and trail his tongue, or lick just quick enough to have Jeremy's hold on his hair tighten.
It wasn't long before Jeremy's gasping mouth formed a perfect O shape, and both of his hands clawed into Damon's hair, pulling almost too roughly. But, Damon found pleasure in the roughness; almost grinned if it weren't for the hot, leaking cock in his mouth.
"Oh," Jeremy breathed out. "Day. Damon. Damon!"
It wasn't long before Jeremy came. And along did the rest.
Damon, as much as he loved Jeremy and loved watching him fall apart, wasn't really quite fond of the taste. Still, he swallowed like he knew the boy would like before pulling back, tongue trailing to lick one last time on the head of Jeremy's spent cock before he sat back on his haunches.
Jeremy was a wreck. The hair at his temples was curled with light sweat. His cheeks, neck and chest were flushed. His lips were raw and red from his own teeth biting at them. His hands were shaky as he tried to relaxed them. Jeremy lifted his head to look at Damon. His eyes were still hazy, and his lashes were damp with unshed tears.
"And now," Damon said with a simple smile. "I have you."
"You've always had me, Damon," Jeremy whispered.
"And I always will."
Damon liked his little shows, after all. And Jeremy was the audience he captivated.