Beautiful Disaster

Episode 26- Run Away With Me

WARNINGS: Sexual Content; Biting Kink; Blood Sharing

Elion tore at Damon's clothes, scattering them on the floor while their lips clashed together. He placed him on the bed before climbing after him.

His teeth gently nipped at the sensitive spots of Damon's skin. His fingers dug into the bed sheets, grounding himself to reality.

Elion's gaze had a look of hunger. Damon couldn't tell if he wanted to kill him or fuck him senseless. Either way, it sent an exciting chill rushing through his spine.

Elion lifted Damon's left thigh to his hip, after freeing himself from his clothing. He prodded his ass with his tip before finally burying himself inside.

"Fuck," Damon groaned.

Elion grabbed his wrists and pinned them above Damon's head. Then he began thrusting. Damon writhed as he felt pleasure ripple through him with each thrust.

His grip was stronger than usual. It didn't hurt but Damon obviously couldn't break free without Elion's say-so.

Elion leaned closer to him, pressing sweet kisses on his neck and collarbone. Probably his way of reassuring Damon that he was safe.

His hips snapped sharply forward, pushing Damon further towards the brink of bliss. The room was filled with sounds of their sex mixed in with the music playing in the background.

The bed began slightly rocking underneath them. Elion could feel Damon arch closer to him, chasing that sweet release.

"I can feel you, Damon," Elion said softly, "You want to cum, don't you?"

"Yes," Damon breathed.

Elion felt precum spill from his tip. His cum lubed the inside of his ass. Damon's eyes rolled back as he was pushed past that brink of bliss.

Damon came hard, his body shuddering from the waves of pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

"Shh, I know, baby. I got you," Elion murmured, cumming inside of him.

He rode out their highs until his thrusts slowed to a halt. Elion rested his head against his shoulder, relaxing for a moment. His fangs extended, wanting to taste him.

He could feel the desire in the back of his mind, wanting to bite off a chunk of his skin. But he pushed it down. This was Damon. He would never hurt him.

"You're hungry."

Elion looked at Damon, who stared back at him.

"It's nothing I can't handle," Elion said.

Damon extended his wrist to him, silently inviting him to drink.

"Damon..."

"I trust you," Damon said, "I know you would never hurt me. Go ahead."

Elion leaned in, dipping his fangs into his wrist. Damon groaned softly as he began to drink from him. A rush of ecstasy raced through him.

"That's it," Damon whispered, combing his fingers through his hair.

Elion pulled back. He lifted his wrist to Damon's lips. He gave him a look of confusion.

"I know it's hard to tell because you can't feel right now," Elion said, "But my bite poisoned you. You need to drink."

Damon's eyes darkened before he clamped down on his wrist.

"Fuck," Elion muttered, feeling his face heat up.

Once he got his fill, Damon let him go. Elion kissed him a lot more gentler than before.

"How does it feel," Damon asked, his lips hovering over Elion's.

"How does what feel?"

"Your new upgrade? I heard Emily was making you into a whole new species," Damon said.

"Everything is more heightened. But it isn't overwhelming. Neither is the hunger. I do have this urge in the back of my mind to..."

Elion steered off, not sure if confessing would ruin the mood. It probably would.

"To," Damon asked, too curious to let it go.

Elion got off of his lap. He sat up on the bed with a heavy sigh. Damon's hand gently traced shapes on his back.

"Babe?"

"You know what I feed on now, right," Elion asked.

"The supernatural. Vampires, werewolves, witches, etcetera," Damon said, "The kids told me."

"I have an urge to feed. It's not a powerful one. It's like a small voice in the back of my head," Elion said, "I promised to never hurt you. I neither want to frighten you."

Damon sat up, pulling him into a lingering kiss.

"You do not scare me, Elion. Like I said, I trust you," Damon whispered.

Elion leaned in to kiss him again. He pushed Damon back down in bed, and straddled his lap.

"I love you, Damon," Elion said softly, kissing his lips repeatedly.

Damon gently guided him off of his lap. He got up to grab something from his dresser.

"I'm not usually the nervous type. But I didn't think I'd see you again so soon," Damon said, "I was trying to wait for the perfect moment, but there are no perfect moments for us."

Damon shifted on his feet while hiding something behind his back. He was nervous. It made Elion a bit curious as to why.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is..."

Elion watched Damon get down on a bent knee and lift up a small box. Inside was an sapphire engagement ring.

"Elion Pierce, will you run away with me?"