dean winchester and damon salvatore

2:damon please😉

Smut warining

Summary:

With suspicions of vampires running at an all-time high in your sleepy little town, Stefan decides it's best if he and Damon refrain from feeding on locals. But a vampire's gotta eat.

The wind taps quietly against your window as you tousle your hair dry with a towel, humming along with the music playing on your phone.

The broken speaker gives the tunes a slightly tin-like quality as water droplets trace paths down your shoulders and back until they are met by the towel wound tightly across your chest.

The day had been long and tedious, draining you almost completely. The only thing that had kept you trucking was the thoughts of your over sized bathtub and pillow top mattress.

A night alone - your first in far too long - and after running yourself a scathingly hot bath, you allow yourself an almost half hour long soak. After thoroughly pruning, you popped the drain and grabbed an all too fluffy towel to dry off.

Your music plays softly in the distance now as you make your way into your room, dragging your dresser open to grab your clothes for bed.  A sudden chill stills you immediately, your eyes glancing towards your bedroom door.

You toss your hair towel on the rack to dry, rewinding the other towel tighter against your chest as you notice nothing out of the ordinary there.  You chalk it up to the fan turned all the way up in your bedroom, and are all too oblivious to the sudden additional presence in the room.

When you see nothing, you turn to the bed, your heart stopping for a moment as you see the figure sitting there.

"Shit!"  You gasp, damn near dropping the towel that's wound tightly around your chest.  All but snarling, you take a moment to calm your heart as you register just who is perched on your mattress. "Damon, you can't scare me like that!"  The bastard has the nerve to smirk at you.          

"Oh, but it's so much fun.  And the added bonus that you may drop your towel?"  He clicks his tongue with a shrug.  You almost miss the way his eyes drag up your damp body.  Almost.  "Well, that's too good to pass up."

You roll your eyes at that, hugging the cotton tighter -suddenly aware of the fact that you're borderline naked and reminding yourself not to read too much into his flirting. This was Damon, after all. It was almost like breathing to him.

"Well, what was so important that you had to break into my home in the middle of the night?"

"Break in?  C'mon, baby, that's not fair.  You invited me, remember?  I can come and go as I please.  No breaking in necessary."

"Alright, Damon, what do you want?"

His answer is a silent smirk and a flash of impossibly white fangs.  You raise your eyebrows at the action, knowing exactly what he was insinuating.  " Uh... didn't you already feed this week?"  Again, those pearly whites flash your direction.  

"Yup."  You shiver at the way his voice drops about several million octaves and offering you no more explanation as he stares you down like a slab of meat.

If someone had told you years ago that you would essentially become a walking blood bag for your own walking wet dream, you'd have laughed in their face. But that was before things got complicated.

Stepfan and Damon had long settled into Mystic Falls, the former devoting all of his time and affections to your best friend Elena. The later vampire? Well...he had been a little more...generous with his attentions, showering far too many women with them and using it to get whatever he wanted. But when suspicions of vampires grew, he and Stefan agreed it would probably be best if they kept their feeding to a minimum and to one person.  Stefan had Elena, a guaranteed blood donor.  But Damon? He didn't really have a doting woman on his arm willing to offer him her throat.