A/N: Hey y'all. The idea for this chapter just came to me so I was able to type it and get it out there. Feedback would be awesome as well as follows. I would love to hear your ideas. I am still trying to figure out the story behind Desiree's ex-boyfriend. So, if anyone has any ideas, I would love to hear them. Hope you enjoy the chapter! –Blair
The flames are glowing bright as the sun in the fire place. The dark red color reminds Damon of Desiree's long hair. Golden tints in the flames remind him of her honey eyes. He could tell from the way she spoke to him that her spirit burns as strong as the flames. So, why did it seem like the fire had been extinguished when her ex was talking to her?
Why I am still sitting here trying to figure it out?
"I don't know. What are you trying to figure out?"
Damon turns around to see Stefan standing in the doorway. He had been so engrossed in his thoughts, he hadn't heard Stefan coming.
"I didn't realize I'd spoken aloud," says Damon, turning back to the fire place.
"Sure. How was Alpha Nu?" questions Stefan, sitting beside him.
"It was great. The food was delicious," he say, smirking. It wouldn't do to let Stefan know how it really went.
"Oh, so we're back to that again? You snacking on innocent sorority girls and playing the bad brother. I see what you're doing. You want Elena to swoop in and make you turn good again," says Stefan, the amusement gone from his tone.
Clever. I hadn't even thought of that. But, Elena still won't leave you and I'm not that desperate for attention.
"St. Stefan thinks he has it all figured out. Guess what? I don't want Elena to try to fix me. The days of you and her manipulating me are over. Get used to it brother," says Damon, getting up from the couch.
Stupid Stefan and Elena assuming my every move revolves around them.
He shakes his head and goes out the front door, making sure to slam it behind him. Stefan should know better than to provoke him. Now, he is just going to have to sit there and wonder what unpredictable thing Damon will do next.
On his toes. Just the way I like to keep him.
He gets into the Camaro and ponders where to go. He's in the mood to do something bad, so going to Alpha Nu is out of the question.
I won't hurt Desiree.
A different sorority is the best choice. He decides to drive up to the University of Virginia. Small towns are getting so boring. An urban area is the perfect change of scenery. A few hours later, he is pulling up to the Omega Tau house. Frat guys are bound to have better booze than sorority girls. People are outside the house in normal clothes.
There's no theme for this party.
He swaggers into the house and a perky blonde reminding him of Vampire Barbie comes up to him.
"Hey handsome. What brings you here?" she asks, smiling up at him.
"I needed to get out of my house. Be a dear, and go find me a bottle of bourbon," he compels.
"Ok, I'll go find some bourbon," she says, before leaving.
He watches as her ass twitches, as she walks away.
I need to hit that. I don't want to just snack and have sex. I'm in the mood to play games. Maybe a ménage à trois.
He scans the room and notices a curvy brunette with her eyes glued to the blonde. A look of longing he's seen so many times before, adorns her face.
"Here's your bourbon," says the blonde, appearing at his side and handing him a bottle.
"Thank you, sweetie. Who is that brunette over there?" he asks, pointing to the brunette girl who is sill staring.
"That's Jaycee. She's so pretty that she's a loner. No one dares to get involved with her," says the blonde.
"A pretty girl like that shouldn't be by herself. You're going to show all three of us to a room," he says to the blonde.
"I'll find us a room," she says with a blank stare.
"Let's go get the third member of our ménage à trois," says Damon, taking the blonde by the arm. He leads her over to the brunette.
"Hi. I know you're interested in this blondie. Join us for a threesome," he compels.
"I should join you for a threesome," says the brunette.
"Lead the way, blondie," says Damon, taking the brunette's arm.
The frat guys are glaring at Damon, wondering how he had only been at the party for ten minutes and has two girls on his arm? He flashes his best smirk at them and follows the blonde. She leads them to a bedroom.
"Don't scream or be afraid. Come here, blondie," he compels, while sitting on the bed.
The blonde walks over to him and he pulls her in his lap. He attacks her lips and runs his hands from her neck to her thighs. She presses her body against him. He kisses along her neck while taking off her shirt. She moans and unbuttons his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. Another moan sounds in the room. Damon opens eyes to see Jaycee touching herself.
"Don't move. Just watch us," he directs at her.
Then, he turns his attention back to the blonde's breasts. He clasps them and teases her nipples with his fingers. She pushes his head down her chest and he bites her nipple.
"Fuck me!" she yells out.
He tosses her on the bed, taking he shorts off and then his jeans. Jaycee's moans are louder and spur Damon on. He slides all the way into the blonde's body. She screams, begging for more. His fangs descend and he bites down into her neck. Blood flows into his mouth and it is full of alcohol. It's nothing compared to Desiree's sweet blood. But, he has to feed. He rolls his hips and buries himself deep inside the blonde.
Her moans are steady as he drinks her blood. The need to release overcomes him and he feels the wave of orgasm. He shakes as he lets himself go.
This was adequate, but it was a means to an end.
He rolls off of her and props himself up against the head board.
"I didn't come," says the blonde, pouting.
"Aw, that's why Jaycee's here," he says, stroking her cheek.
"Ok, Jaycee. Get her off," he says, fixing his glacier blue gaze on the horny brunette.
"You'll enjoy it," he compels the blonde, before she can protest.
Jaycee approaches the blonde and begins to kiss her while desperately grabbing her breasts. Damon decides he doesn't need to get aroused again and reaches for his phone. Scrolling through his contacts, he finds Desiree's number and sends her a text. A few minutes later, a reply comes in.
I hope you're doing something more interesting than I am. Stuck studying :/
Being bad;)
Wish I was being bad with you.
He smiles, realizing he misses her.
How lame am I? Two girls are doing each other in front of me and I couldn't be more disinterested.
Sure enough, Jaycee is eating out the blonde. The blonde is screaming as if she's never had it so good.
Me too. Is everything ok?
He wonders if her ex had bothered her. If there's a problem, he can leave now and forget his ménage twoi.
Yeah, I'm just tired. I'm going to get some sleep. Good night, bad boy. Xoxo
Good night, beautiful. Sleep well. Xo
He threw his phone on the floor and notices the blonde is pleasuring Jaycee. The argument with Stefan replays in his mind and he turns on his side. How is it possible that his brother hates him when he is the one that forced them into this existence?
Stop it, Damon. Don't let Stefan ruin your good time.
He pulls the blonde into his chest. Then, he falls asleep, dreaming of Desiree's eyes.
The next morning, found the blonde between Damon and Jaycee, tangled up with each other. Damon feeds from the brunette and then heals her wound. He also heals the blonde's wounds from the night before.
"You've never seen me. Last night, you spent time with Jaycee and found out she's the one for you. So, you're her girlfriend. You'll be happy with her. You, Jaycee, are happy you have the girl of your dreams. Treat her right, but pleasure her good now. Forget me," he compels them.
Jaycee starts to figure the blonde. Before it can get too hot, Damon gets dressed and leaves the room.
I used them, but helped them find love at the same time. I can't seem to be bad without my good side overpowering it.