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 this, or any, media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended, whatsoever.
Title: Wicked.
Rating: Mature.
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries, (Television Series.)
Summary: There are nights Jeremy doesn't want Damon to leave his side, but accepts the vampire needing to go. This is one of those nights.
Word Count: 750.
Warnings: AU. Slash: Damon/Jeremy. Pathokinetic!Damon. Pre-Hunter!Jeremy.
Notes: I finally got into the groove of this thing called Life, and am figuring out the perfect time to write and update my fan-fictions. Most, if not all, of my ficlets are un-beta'd. Meaning, any faults are of my own. Thank you very much for deciding to read this fan-fiction, and I hope you enjoy it.
A Thousand Times Goodnight
"Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say good night till it be morrow."
Juliet; Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare.
Had it not been for his loyal love to his older sister, and his almost complete adoration of his aunt and pseudo-uncle, Jeremy would keep Damon in his bed. All punishments be damned to Hell. Instead, the young hunter-to-be is left watching as the vampire redresses himself, dusting off his shirt and jacket. Jeremy knew Stefan would be able to smell the human's scent on his brother's clothes. He also knew, however, Stefan would rather die before admitting to Elena to keeping another secret from her.
"Will you be coming back tomorrow night?" Jeremy murmured, softly. He was always afraid of the elder man's answer, no matter how many times he attempted to reassure himself otherwise.
Damon smiled, carefully, as he put on his leather jacket. "I come to you every night, Jeremy." His smile then became coquettish, "Literally and figuratively."
"Damon, you know what I mean."
The vampire chuckled, sitting down next to Jeremy. The brunet's pale neck and shoulders were littered with tiny love-bites; some, a fresh red while others, an fading purple. He was always careful around the boy's upper body, to avoid leaving any evidence of his nightly visits. However, as Damon pulled at the blanket covering Jeremy's legs, he knew the bruises were larger, darker and vivid.
"I'll do my best to," Damon answered, truthfully. His gaze moved across Jeremy's abdomen and thighs, and his memory recalled to him the image of the scarring bite mark on the boy's inner right thigh.
The image alone stirred a hunger in Damon, giving him an ache in his gums, where his fangs were waiting to come out.
Damon looked up to see Jeremy staring back at him. The boy's hair was a mess, with half of it sticking in different directions and the other half flattened down from sleep. His mouth was still a bright, bruised red, and his cheeks were still flushed from slumber.
The vampire couldn't help himself. He needed one last taste.
Damon leaned in, letting all of his senses, the entirety of his Power, wash over Jeremy. He could feel the boy's serenity, and taste the residue of lust on his tongue. Jeremy hummed as Damon moved in even closer, a mere hair's breadth away, doing nothing more than sitting still and allowing the man into his senses. Into the entirety of his mind.
Damon was never intimate with anyone enough to allow them a taste of his own Power. The last person he'd ever consciously allowed a bite of his Power was his own brother, but that was decades ago. Now, he allowed hesitant Jeremy a piece of that part of his mind.
Jeremy kept a ghost of a smile upon his lips as Damon closed the space between them with a smooth kiss. The kiss was nothing more than lips on human lips, yet it brought a strange and strong ache to Jeremy. He wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the day with Damon, next to Damon, in bed with Damon. Yet, he knew the vampire had responsibilities to take care of, and a façade to manage. It was him who separated the kiss, no matter how much Jeremy didn't really want to.
"It's almost two in the morning," Jeremy noted. "If you don't leave now, don't expect me to let you go."
"Clingy, aren't you, Mr. Gilbert?" Damon quipped. He stood up, already headed to the window.
"When someone offers you eternity," Jeremy began, raising his voice just slightly. "It's only right to be attached them. Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Salvatore?"
Damon let a low laugh escape his lips, his fingertips touching the window frame.
"Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast," the vampire quoted. "Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest."
He looked back unto Jeremy, biting back a smile with a shine to his eye. "Good night, Jeremy."
Jeremy smiled back, plopping back onto his bed. "Good night, Damon."
The vampire was quick to open the window, and escape without another sound. But, the silence was comforting to Jeremy, because he knew it was a sign Damon would return.