Warning: This story contains male-on-male slash and is fully deserving of an M or even NC-17 rating. Don't read if you don't like that sort of thing ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries or Damon, unfortunately. This story is just me playing with the characters for fun. I do own Aedan and the plot, however.
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Chapter 1
Damon was just looking for information about Klaus. They had heard that this particular vampire might know something, and that was how Damon found himself on the porch of an opulent home on an isolated estate. He was looking around in admiration when he suddenly found himself slammed into the wall.
The other vampire pinned Damon's hands at his sides, and as Damon struggled against the hold he realized that he just might be in trouble. This vampire was a lot stronger than he was, and he couldn't move at all. The other vampire was a couple of inches taller than Damon, with sharp, chiseled features and sandy blond hair. Cold gray eyes stared into his. "Who are you?"
Damon stopped struggling and went to Plan B. He widened his own blue eyes, tilted his head, and smiled crookedly. "Damon, Damon Salvatore. Look I think there's been a misunderstanding here. . . ."
The other vampire interrupted him. "Damon – it suits you." Damon couldn't read the look on the other man's face, but he found himself admiring the other's features and fit, muscular build. And those eyes might be cold, but he thought he saw something – a spark – in their depths.
He was blindsided when the other man kissed him. The lips were aggressive against his, and the man nibbled at Damon's lower lip in a way that sent an involuntary shiver through the younger vampire. But when he pulled away slightly, Damon knew he had to put a stop to this. He started to speak, "Hey, I don't . . ." And then the lips were back on his own, and he knew he had made a mistake because now the other vampire's tongue was exploring his mouth, plundering it. He heard a moan, and he was afraid that it had come from him. A very talented mouth was still teasing him, and then Damon was kissing back because he was Damon Salvatore, and really what else was he supposed to do?
They were both gasping for air when the other vampire finally released Damon's mouth. Unfortunately, he didn't release Damon's arms, keeping him pinned helplessly against the wall. Damon squirmed against his grip, a bit uncomfortable with the whole situation and trying to pretend that he wasn't as turned on as he was. He tried another tack. "Who are you?"
The gray eyes were dark with desire as they met Damon's, although there was a definite spark of humor there now. "You're the one who came looking for me."
Damon tried to stay focused. "I'm looking for Aedan O'Reilly."
"You found him." At Damon's look of surprise, he tilted his head. "Not what you expected?"
Before Damon could answer, Aedan nuzzled down Damon's neck, and one hand released Damon's only to rip Damon's shirt from his body. But then Damon was held against the wall by a hand splayed against his bare chest, and the other man's mouth was moving down his body, stopping to lick and tease at his hard nipple. Damon moaned again; then he yelped in surprise as the other vampire bit his nipple. His hips thrust off the wall involuntarily and he closed his eyes against the wave of desire that washed through him. This situation was well and truly out of control, and Damon was trying to care and figure a way out but his body was betraying him. And it wasn't like he had any control over things, anyway, and he was . . . liking that.
The other vampire straightened and kissed Damon again, their tongues dueling. His lower body was pressing hard against Damon's now, and Damon could feel the other's arousal – not too mention his own. He wriggled, pretending he was trying to get free even as his movement served primarily to create friction as his groin rubbed against the other vampire's. This time it was Aedan who groaned hungrily, his mouth momentarily abandoning its exploration of Damon's. "Do that again," he murmured, and Damon found himself obeying, rubbing himself against the other man again.
