A/N: Hi, well, it is getting tricky to write around what's happening in Season 3 with Jeremy. I thought I'd take a stab at a couple of more chapters before things get too complicated! This one happens before Episode 6 still and then I'll move things along. Let me know if the story still has your interest, I can always wrap things up in a hurry!

Not good. Not good at all. In fact, probably very, very bad. Stefan finding out about him and Jeremy could only mean one thing. Well, it meant something. Just what exactly, he couldn't say. Because he couldn't fucking think straight at the moment.

Jesus Christ. His Superbad sibling had only this minute walked in to find him naked, in bed, with another naked male. Who also just happened to be the doppelganger's brother. The same doppelganger whose blood Stefan was supposedly guarding from all that was evil.

To make matters worse, Stefan had already witnessed Elena and him sharing 'a moment' only hours before. So, naturally, his only recently 'switched off' younger sibling would assume the worst. That he, Damon, had seduced both the Gilberts in one night.

He glanced quickly at Jeremy. The boy's eyes were still on him, his initial look of shock and incredulity replaced with a flat, expressionless stare. Jeremy was definitely the master of the guarded gaze.

Awkward. Incredibly awkward. Although judging by Stefan's face, he was loving every nano second of the discomfort he had created. Except Jeremy wasn't squirming at all. In fact, the teen was standing up, totally unconcerned about the fact that he was completely naked and covered in spunk, and was looking for his clothes.

"Damon" he said eventually, breaking the seemingly never ending silence, which had only occasionally been punctuated by Stefan's rather inane, loud and extremely annoying guffaws, "You are an asshole. I don't know why I keep forgetting that. But I do. For a while. Every time we're together. I'm such an asshole for letting you get to me. So, I'm going to say this for the last time. FUCK OFF. And leave me alone. Forever. Which for you, may not be as long as you like to think."

Stefan started to laugh hysterically at that. Talk about assholes. This new and improved version of the youngest Salvatore could go fuck himself.

"Wait, Jeremy. Stefan doesn't know what the hell he's talking about. Nothing happened between your sister and me. Nothing is ever going to happen. Elena still has this screwed up notion that Klaus' pet vampire here can be saved. She's totally deluded and I was simply trying to show her the light. But you know Elena" his voice trailed off.

Jeremy, fully dressed now, pushed by Stefan who was still leaning against the doorframe, arms folded, apparently enjoying the spectacle. "Bye, little Gilbert" he called out after the rapidly retreating figure, "Do call again. Although you really aren't my type. I prefer human vaginas."

"Ha ha" he retorted, resorting to looking for his own clothes. "Thanks a lot, Stefan. I wasn't really finished with him. And you seriously are screwing up my plan. Why couldn't you have just minded your own business?"

"Because, brother dearest, the Gilberts are my business. And keeping both of them as far away from you as possible is in my best interests. Because it is in Klaus' best interests that my older brother stops interfering with the doppelganger. So, this is my warning. Leave the Gilberts alone. The female and the male. Or face the consequences." He turned to leave.

"Don't I get the chance to make a retort, a snappy come back? " He yelled at Stefan's back. "Like, oooh, I'm so scared. Or, bring it on little ripper, do your worst? Or even, you can't tell me what to do, I'm older than you? Come one, Stefan. I'm only playing around with Jeremy, what's it to you?"

Stefan only waved his hand in the air above his head and kept walking down the hall. Shit.

What he really wanted to say this dangerous imitation of a brother was 'leave Jeremy alone, don't touch him.' Along with, 'don't tell Elena'. Standing there, naked and alone, he thought, "This isn't what I meant to happen. I should be thrilled that Stefan has found out, that he might tell Elena. Watching her face as Stefan spilled the beans should be fun, an occasion to gloat about.

But, why then, did he just feel sick? Why did he feel this weird urge to protect both the siblings, to not cause them further emotional pain? And why did he feel like running after Jeremy, groveling at his feet, begging Jeremy not to be mad, that Stefan was just being a jerk, that his brother had misunderstood the scene between him and Elena?

He didn't even think Jeremy would listen at this point. It was clear that Jeremy just saw him as a diversion, that the teen was in the throes of teen angst, struggling with feelings for both Anna and Bonnie.

He should understand that. Because wasn't he actually admitting to himself that he had feelings for both Elena and Jeremy? Yet, he wasn't supposed to become emotionally involved with humans at all. Mortals were for sexual pleasure, for food, and for playing head games with. They weren't to be trusted, to be cared about. That was what he had decided a long time ago.

Sinking back down onto the rumpled bed, he pulled the comforter around him. Jeremy. It smelled like Jeremy. His sweat, his sex, his essence. The familiar scent comforted him and disquieted him at the same time.

Christ. What a mess.

He couldn't stay away. He knew he should, that it was safer to let Stefan think he was done with him. But Stefan was busy with the numerous blondes and brunettes he kept parading through the boarding house, feeding on them, having sex with them (and not in the missionary position either, or even one at a time), compelling them.

It was actually torturous to watch. Funny that. He'd changed. It used to be him that was prone to orgies and gorging himself on a bevy of bimbos.

Jeremy's window wasn't locked. He climbed in. He could hear the boy in the shower. Feeling rather nervous, (another foreign feeling he thought he had left behind long ago) he sat down on the bed. He could hear Jeremy talking to someone but couldn't hear a response. Anna.

Jeremy entered the bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Still wet. He couldn't help it, he felt himself grow hard.

But Jeremy didn't look happy to see him. "What the hell are you doing here? I thought we agreed that you were going to leave me alone. I'm kinda busy."

"Talking to Anna? Is she here now, in the room with us?" He glanced around, but couldn't get even a shadow-glimpse. It was frustrating, Jeremy being able to see the dead, but it also made him apprehensive. Surely no good could come of the teen's new-found powers.

"No. She's gone. I don't think she's a fan of yours. Like me. I really don't want to see you, Damon. I've got problems enough without you stalking me."

"Jeremy." He stood up and approached the shivering male. "Jeremy, I care about you. I want to help. I can't stand to think of you alone with all this. Honestly."

Christ. Why did the dude laugh at him every time he tried to reach out? It was crushing.

"You're so full of shit, Damon. And this is boring. You claim to 'care'; you tell me that you want to help me when all you really want is to fuck me and to rub Elena's face in it. I get it. Revenge. It's what motivates you. But it's so mundane and predictable. Blah blah blah. You really need a new line."

He growled. Grabbed the naked torso in a bear hug. Jeremy began to struggle, effectively causing the towel to drop onto the floor. God, Jeremy felt sooo good. He could stay like this forever, just holding the now still teen. He whispered into the damp ear.

"Jeremy. Don't you get it? If I'd simply wanted to seduce you in order to get to Elena, I could have told her about us days ago. You and I have been spending nights together for weeks now. And it's pretty clear that you are the one using me. You leave every morning and run back to Anna or Bonnie. Or both. Whatever.

Just don't lie to yourself, it's not me who's the asshole. You're just as guilty as I am of using a situation to your advantage. Although, I must admit, I am confused as to why you've been sleeping with me when you claim to have feelings for others and none for me. If you hate me so much, Jeremy, why do you keep coming back? And why do you let me in, you could rescind your invitation into your room, block me from 'stalking' you. But you don't.

Instead, you get hard every time I touch you. Like now. Your smell, your heartbeat and your breathing tell me you're turned on. I do that to you. Not Anna, not Bonnie. You like having sex with me, you love it so much that you think about me when I'm not around, you come looking for me despite being with Bonnie, you let me in even when you think it's wrong. So, Jeremy. Go ahead and pretend that you hate me and that you're done with me.

But we both know, it's not true. Even if it is just sex you want from me. You still want me. Admit it. Go ahead. I dare you, be a man. Tell me what I do to you, how I make you feel. Tell me you want me."