Ch3; Encore
A few days later an evening at the Grill Tyler and Matt were playing a game of pool. Matt had been pestering about knowing who the 'girl' was, but Tyler had kept mum. Caroline had only just left. Of course there wasn't a single mark on her. But that didn't mean Damon hadn't hurt her.
His eyes closed as his awareness levels shot sky high. God, he could smell him. "I'm gonna get a drink -"
"Elena, Stefan and Damon just walked in. Let's join them," Matt said and put down his stick.
Damon's nose twitched as the wolf-cub sat down. He didn't think Tyler knew exactly how much hormones - testosterone in particular, he was pumping into the air. He could see that Stefan was struggling to breathe. Damon resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The wolf smelled... not like a dog. Not anymore. More like deep fresh forest and something musky and distinctly male. It was a bit heady, even from across the table.
He shifted warily in his seat. Not wanting to attract unneeded attention from the wolf. He bit his lip as a sting made it's way up his spine. Damon was worried. None of his bruises had healed. His soreness had faded somewhat, but the bite mark on his neck had only just begun to scab over. He hoped the human bite was not infected as well.
Hours, dinner and several drinks later they were having quite a good time. They had been joined by a few friends from school, and Jeremy and Bonnie.
Damon felt slightly tipsy- drunk even, which was odd as vampires were only affected by very large amounts of alcohol - far more than he 'd been even close to consuming tonight. The young werecub was focusing his attentions on some sorority girl. Well, trying to focus his attention anyhow.
The Grill was closing soon, but no one was in the mood to stop partying. "But where should we go?"
"We could go to Tyler's" A girl suggested.
"Let's go to mine," Damon said, "It's closer and we have more alcohol."
He was not quite sure how everyone got to the Boarding House, but they all got there safely, probably driven by Stefan and someone. Why were things so fuzzy? Damon stumbled as they entered the parlor, but was quickly caught by scourging hot arms.
Stefan shook his head as he was watching his brother's act. Elena looked at him, clearly fed up with Damon's behaviour. He wasn't acting out in any way, but they knew Damon could drink anyone under the table, and he had not had that much.
Tyler was startled at how cold the older man was. Feeling playful, he swiped Damon off his feet, bridal style. Damon cursed, feeling dizzy and clung to Tyler, expecting to be put down very soon. But Tyler didn't feel like putting him down.
The girls giggled at the image, thinking it was cute. With drunken joyful laughter the party lasted well into the night.
His breath hitched as he felt strong hands roughly handle his body.
Silk sheets tore in his hands as his body was pressed open.
He whimpered, feeling the other man slide into his body.
He cried as the scent of blood hung heavy in the air.
Bruises blossomed on his hips, shaped like fingermarks.
Sharp teeth cut through his flesh, as easily as his body was split open by the invading force.
He wrapped his legs around his waist tight as blinding sensation tore through him.
A quiet mewl escaped him as he clung to the broad shoulders
He could swear his spine was cracking from the power unleashed on him, but oh god...
When Damon woke up the next morning it was to the sun bathing his room, and a heavy and hot body draped across him. A hot naked body, he noted. Hot, naked and male. Speaking of bodies; his hurt. There was not acute physical pain, but he was sore all over. He tried to move, but found the body very heavy.
A deep rumbling growl emitted form the man as he took a firmer hold of the vampire. Damon stiffened as he felt something rock hard and wet sliding between the cheeks of his arse. He heard the heartbeat of his bed companion quicken. The vampire startled as blunt teeth sank into his neck, his thigh was gently lifted, parting his legs, and the 'thing' poking at him, 'there'.
He felt paralysed; everything was happening too fast. Before he truly understood what was going on he felt an intimate burn as his body was invaded. "Ah -" he whimpered. Instinctively he grabbed the arm folded by his head.
"God, you're even tighter than yesterday," he heard a familiar rumble by his ear.
Damon stiffened as he recognised the voice of Tyler Lockwood."Ngh-" Damon tensed as the werewolf thrust in deeply, stretching him wide. Damon was confused, but the demon inside him purred with satisfaction.
"Easy there..." Tyler whispered as he littered light kisses and gentle nips along Damon's quivering shoulder blade. "Just relax and enjoy. Let me take care of you."