AN: Spoiler Alert! This is great! The episodes of Season 3 are playing beautifully into this story line, it's been smooth sailing with keeping this pair canon up until now. (Of course I say that now and the next episode will blow my story out of the water!) This chapter is near end of episode 'Disturbing Behaviour' Please review. And thanks to you guys, this story has more followers than my previously most 'alerted' story, Damon Makes A Mistake. It's all good!

There's a Fire in My Heart

Jesus, what the hell? He bit down on the arm placed beside him on the bed. Hard. But Jeremy didn't flinch or even pause, the kid was on a mission. The goal of which was apparently was to fuck him through the mattress onto the floor below. And the teen might just succeed. He definitely was getting the pounding of his life.

Although, really, he shouldn't complain. Fast and furious. He could work with that. He managed to scramble onto his knees, Jeremy still deep inside him, and rested his forehead on the rumpled sheets. Ahh, this angle was much better.

Each time Jeremy thrust forward, hitting his prostate, he fought back a scream. A scream of ecstasy, amazement. This was fantastic. Made all the better by the thrill of Jeremy coming to him, seeking sex with him. Even though the bitchy witch was back in town.

It had thrown him momentarily when he'd learned of Bonnie's return. Even though he'd always known she'd eventually pop up, he had thrust the downer of a prospect to the back of his mind. He hadn't wanted to think of how Jeremy would react. What her return would mean to them, to whatever was happening between them. He had refused to broach the subject, preferring instead to see what happened.

He hadn't had to wait long.

Fucking Founders' farce of a bake-off. Fucking Forbes and his father-knows-best routine. Fucking fang girl Caroline and her 'daddy-dearest' hang-ups. Fucking fang hunter, Ric, and his meddling on more than one issue that totally didn't concern him. Fucking Elena and her 'you can be better' speeches.

It had felt so good to yell at her. To demand that she stop trying to turn him into Stefan. The hurt on her face had been worth it. Because there had been another emotion in those round eyes. She was totally into him. She knew it. He knew it.

Yet it pissed him off that she didn't have the guts to do anything about it. To admit that there was something between them. The stupid mind games continued and it was beginning to hurt his brain.

So he'd carried Ric back to the boarding house in an extremely foul mood. Tossed the larger man unceremoniously onto the uncomfortable leather couch. Whatever. Let the bastard come back to life, stiff and with a serious neck cramp. What did he care? Ric was turning into a holier-than-thou buzz kill. Some wingman.

He needed blood. Human blood. He tried to kill the desire with half a decanter of bourbon. Straight from the crystal carafe. Managed not to choke or gag. But the alcohol did nothing to dampen the vampire within him. He still craved the taste of fresh, warm blood straight from a throbbing, gushing, jagged carotid artery.

Tossing his head back, he screamed long and loudly into the dark, lonely space. Clenched his fists, paced up and down the room, fighting back the urge to run down to the nearest street corner and snatch up the first unsuspecting, innocent, late night straggler he could find.

He stood there debating his next move. Knew full well there was a supply of blood bags in the basement. Disgusting, cold, universal O negative, plastic tasting blood. God. He felt sick just thinking about it.

Why oh why, did humans matter to him? They hadn't for so long, he'd had no regard for mortals and their petty lives and he had managed just fine. But now. Elena, Ric, not to mention Jeremy.

And what of Jeremy? His plan had been a simple one. To get in the good graces of Elena's sibling, to seduce Jeremy into caring about him. In order to 'get back' at Elena. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Simple. After all, Jeremy had appeared to be in need of a friend.

Yet things hadn't gone according to plan. Make that plans. Now, here he stood, knowing that Elena had feelings for him (feelings she continued to deny) and thinking of her brother instead. Thinking about how increasingly distracted Jeremy seemed to be. That the teen seemed troubled, jumpy.

He also wondered where Jeremy was. Was he with that witch of a bitch? Of course he was. Why wouldn't he be? The two of them were 'together'. Whatever the hell that was supposed to mean. And Jeremy felt 'connected' to her because she'd brought him back to life. Enough of the air quotes. And the jealousy.

He went back to pacing. Tried to shake the overwhelming urge to vacate the premises to seek human life force. Stared down at Ric. Yup. The backstabber was still dead. Too bad. He could use some company. A verbal fight, anything to keep his mind off the need to kill.

Abruptly, he decided to settle for the dead, syrupy blood stored below. Made towards the basement. The faint knocking on the door stopped him dead in his tracks. Elena? Or Jeremy?

Oh yeah. This was just what the doctor ordered. A perfect ending to a crappy day. Although he had to say, for the record, if he was human he'd be aching right now. In fact, he'd be begging for a reprieve. God, was this kid never going to get off, reach a climax?

Jeremy was sweating, panting; his arms beginning to show signs of fatigue, trembling had set in. And another thing. Jeremy wasn't his usual chatty self. In fact the lad was downright silent. Not even the occasional moan or shout of encouragement. He didn't know why, but he found their lack of verbal banter disquieting.

OK. Finally he'd had it. Enough already. He was done with this, he was bored and rapidly losing any interest he'd had in this one-sided fuck fest. Collapsing onto his stomach, he felt the teen land heavily on top of him. "Jesus, Damon. What the hell?" He twisted sideways, effectively throwing Jeremy off. The boy landed on the floor in a heap. "Christ" came the muffled complaint.

"I could say the same. What the hell was that about? I thought you came to see me, to be with me. But that little incident felt like I was being punished for something. Don't get me wrong, I'm all up for a little rough and tumble. But I don't like being screwed like an inanimate object. A little consideration would be nice, a bit of give and take. Seriously dude, if I was human, I wouldn't be able to walk straight for a week."

Jeremy didn't move from his huddled position on the floor. "Jeremy. Hey, you. On the floor. Are you listening to me? I'm asking what the hell is wrong with you?" Jeremy still didn't move, his arms wrapped around his head, his legs curled up close to his chest.

Sigh. This was looking like teenage angst. Something he wasn't so good at handling. His bad mood was starting to return. Rolling his eyes a little, he dropped onto the floor alongside the teen. Tried again.

"Jer. Babe. Talk to me. What's going on?" Cringed. Shit. They'd never used terms of endearment, it had just slipped out. Wishing he could retract the one syllable utterance, he put his arms around the slightly shivering body.

"God. You're starting to freak me out, dude. Could you give me a sign that you're still in the land of the living? That you're still human, alive and here with me, in this world?" At that, Jeremy started to laugh, a weird, rather hysterical sound.

"Yeah" he managed to spit out, "I'm human. I'm alive. Unlike most of the population of Mystic Falls. I'm surrounded by things I don't understand, things I don't want to understand. Things are happening to me that I don't know how to handle, that I don't know how to deal with." Yikes, Jeremy sounded like he was about to cry.

"OK. Fair enough. That's why I'm here. To help you, so you can have someone to talk to. I told you. You can count on me."

Jeremy sat up slowly. Stared at him. "You're so full of shit, Damon. I told you, I know exactly what you're up to. Don't think for a minute that I buy that 'babe' crap. You don't care about me, I'm just a pawn in your sick mind fuck game with Elena. And that's fine with me. Because you're a prick. I'm leaving, it was a mistake to come here. I left Bonnie to come here, to be you. What an idiot I am."

That hurt. And honestly, it wasn't the truth that he thought of Jeremy as a pawn. Not completely, anyway. He was confused. Things were getting complicated. Could he really be developing feelings for the male-Gilbert? And what did that mean for his entanglement with the female-Gilbert?

He needed a new plan.