Blood Supply
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liquidtearsTitle: Blood Supply
Rating: NC17
Fandom: Vampire Diaries
Disclaimer: Only own the other character, which will remain nameless. That's right, no Jan! Now you can imagine YOURSELF in the story!
Feedback: Pretty please? *puppy dog eyes* Even if it shocked you, or it was totally ridiculous.
Note: This will be very different from the other fics. I won't disclose any other name, and will write in first-person.
I sat there at the bar of Mystic Falls, the Mystic Grill, drinking the night away while other people danced on the dance floor. Luckily I wasn't the only one who was drinking the night away, for other people were enjoying the same leisure that I was.
We might not be drinking the same type of liquid but hey, it's still the same right?
That was until I felt a strange pair of eyes on me, or so I thought. I looked around the crowd at the bar to see if anyone was looking at me, although most guys were just staring numbly ahead, their fingers around their glass and occasionally taking a drink. Another part of the crowd were busy chatting, and then there was one person that almost looked out of place.
For he had been looking at me, but the moment our eyes met did his move away from mine, as if to settle on someone more interesting or pretend that he hadn't been looking at me.
Somehow I willed a name to push to the surface of my mind.
Stefan Salvatore? I thought and then shook the thought out of my head.
Can't be him, or he would have waved at me, maybe even hugged me or given me those highfives we give one another when we see someone we recognize, however right off the bat or vaguely.
I decided to get up from the barstool and go over to the men's restroom.
After I did my thing, I pulled my pants back up and flushed the toilet, getting ready to go back to my barstool and go join the drinking crew again.
I hadn't even turned around because I thought I felt movement behind me, even though I knew nobody had followed me from the bar counter to the men's room... and then I smelled his scent. So familiar... I knew it had to be him! Memories rushing back to me of how he had taken me in my bathtub at my own place, how I had given him a blowjob at the cemetery... everything, like a trigger had been pulled to allow me these memories... or maybe Stefan Salvatore himself had allowed to remove the barrier of my memories.
"Stefan?" I asked, still not moving around. I was met with laughter as I heard the bathroom door and close again, the stranger was standing behind me, literally howling with laughter. "Stefan Salvatore?" I repeated. But he just wrapped his arms around me. "Very close and yet, so wrong, my name is Damon Salvatore, Stefan's brother." he said, and turned me around like it was nothing and looked into my eyes.
It was the man who had been looking at me but when our eyes had met, his had decided to go look at someone more interesting.
"You're... Stefan's brother?" I asked. "You smell just like him."
He smiled as his hand crept to the zipper of my pants and I heard the sound of it opening up, pulled down, followed by the slightest sound of my button coming undone, revealing that I wasn't wearing any briefs. "Must be because we are brothers."
"Yes, Stefan has told me so much about you... Immortal."
Again that Immortal talk. I had no idea that I was, maybe they were lying, they had to be.
"What..." I started, but my question remained on the tip of my tongue as he kissed me deeply, his hand stroking me down there.
I loved the feel of his tongue touching mine, I couldn't resist his touch.
But then Damon pulled back those luscious lips of his, and I felt empty. Like I was rejected for someone better.
He chuckled, hearing my thoughts.
"It's far from that, trust me." he said and then he had me in a trance, just like his brother had done.
"You will pull down my pants and then turn around for me." Damon spoke to me.
"I will pull down your pants and then turn around for you." I repeated, my hand trailing his shirt. I felt his gorgeous body underneath the shirt, all the way until I unzipped his pants and also unbuttoned his only button, pulling it down along with his black briefs, giving me the sight of a well defined hard erection.
Then I turned around as I was requested.
I hadn't been told, but I put my hands up in the air against the walls and then I felt him slide inside from behind... and his hands under my shirt, rubbing my male nipples.
"Mmmmm Damon!!" I cried out when I felt him between my ass cheeks.
"Yes, Stefan told me you were a screamer." Damon chuckled, one hand splayed on my chest, almost touching my male nipples and the other trailing down my body to cup my cock, like I had totally forgotten about my own hard male instrument.
He stroked me again like he had done before, but this time his strokes were faster, his thrusts included, and he slid his fangs into my neck.
I screamed out his name even louder as I felt him drink a lot of my blood.
The moment he stopped with drinking from my neck was the moment that we both came.
I saw how a splatter of my cum neatly disappeared in the toilet seat and without thinking twice I flushed while Damon's cum filled me.
It was so much tension, like that movement of flushing the toilet had taken all the strength out of me and I began to faint... but then I felt Damon's arms around me before my head could hit the toilet seat.
He neatly tucked my cock back in my pants for he had done the same thing himself and held me in his arms.
"It's going to be okay, Immortal..." he whispered soothingly.
In a blur of speed, Damon Salvatore and I left the scene, only I had no idea what was happening, for I had passed out.
To Be Continued...
Rating: NC17
Fandom: Vampire Diaries
Disclaimer: Only own the other character, which will remain nameless. That's right, no Jan! Now you can imagine YOURSELF in the story!
Feedback: Pretty please? *puppy dog eyes* Even if it shocked you, or it was totally ridiculous.
Note: This will be very different from the other fics. I won't disclose any other name, and will write in first-person.
I sat there at the bar of Mystic Falls, the Mystic Grill, drinking the night away while other people danced on the dance floor. Luckily I wasn't the only one who was drinking the night away, for other people were enjoying the same leisure that I was.
We might not be drinking the same type of liquid but hey, it's still the same right?
That was until I felt a strange pair of eyes on me, or so I thought. I looked around the crowd at the bar to see if anyone was looking at me, although most guys were just staring numbly ahead, their fingers around their glass and occasionally taking a drink. Another part of the crowd were busy chatting, and then there was one person that almost looked out of place.
For he had been looking at me, but the moment our eyes met did his move away from mine, as if to settle on someone more interesting or pretend that he hadn't been looking at me.
Somehow I willed a name to push to the surface of my mind.
Stefan Salvatore? I thought and then shook the thought out of my head.
Can't be him, or he would have waved at me, maybe even hugged me or given me those highfives we give one another when we see someone we recognize, however right off the bat or vaguely.
I decided to get up from the barstool and go over to the men's restroom.
After I did my thing, I pulled my pants back up and flushed the toilet, getting ready to go back to my barstool and go join the drinking crew again.
I hadn't even turned around because I thought I felt movement behind me, even though I knew nobody had followed me from the bar counter to the men's room... and then I smelled his scent. So familiar... I knew it had to be him! Memories rushing back to me of how he had taken me in my bathtub at my own place, how I had given him a blowjob at the cemetery... everything, like a trigger had been pulled to allow me these memories... or maybe Stefan Salvatore himself had allowed to remove the barrier of my memories.
"Stefan?" I asked, still not moving around. I was met with laughter as I heard the bathroom door and close again, the stranger was standing behind me, literally howling with laughter. "Stefan Salvatore?" I repeated. But he just wrapped his arms around me. "Very close and yet, so wrong, my name is Damon Salvatore, Stefan's brother." he said, and turned me around like it was nothing and looked into my eyes.
It was the man who had been looking at me but when our eyes had met, his had decided to go look at someone more interesting.
"You're... Stefan's brother?" I asked. "You smell just like him."
He smiled as his hand crept to the zipper of my pants and I heard the sound of it opening up, pulled down, followed by the slightest sound of my button coming undone, revealing that I wasn't wearing any briefs. "Must be because we are brothers."
"Yes, Stefan has told me so much about you... Immortal."
Again that Immortal talk. I had no idea that I was, maybe they were lying, they had to be.
"What..." I started, but my question remained on the tip of my tongue as he kissed me deeply, his hand stroking me down there.
I loved the feel of his tongue touching mine, I couldn't resist his touch.
But then Damon pulled back those luscious lips of his, and I felt empty. Like I was rejected for someone better.
He chuckled, hearing my thoughts.
"It's far from that, trust me." he said and then he had me in a trance, just like his brother had done.
"You will pull down my pants and then turn around for me." Damon spoke to me.
"I will pull down your pants and then turn around for you." I repeated, my hand trailing his shirt. I felt his gorgeous body underneath the shirt, all the way until I unzipped his pants and also unbuttoned his only button, pulling it down along with his black briefs, giving me the sight of a well defined hard erection.
Then I turned around as I was requested.
I hadn't been told, but I put my hands up in the air against the walls and then I felt him slide inside from behind... and his hands under my shirt, rubbing my male nipples.
"Mmmmm Damon!!" I cried out when I felt him between my ass cheeks.
"Yes, Stefan told me you were a screamer." Damon chuckled, one hand splayed on my chest, almost touching my male nipples and the other trailing down my body to cup my cock, like I had totally forgotten about my own hard male instrument.
He stroked me again like he had done before, but this time his strokes were faster, his thrusts included, and he slid his fangs into my neck.
I screamed out his name even louder as I felt him drink a lot of my blood.
The moment he stopped with drinking from my neck was the moment that we both came.
I saw how a splatter of my cum neatly disappeared in the toilet seat and without thinking twice I flushed while Damon's cum filled me.
It was so much tension, like that movement of flushing the toilet had taken all the strength out of me and I began to faint... but then I felt Damon's arms around me before my head could hit the toilet seat.
He neatly tucked my cock back in my pants for he had done the same thing himself and held me in his arms.
"It's going to be okay, Immortal..." he whispered soothingly.
In a blur of speed, Damon Salvatore and I left the scene, only I had no idea what was happening, for I had passed out.
To Be Continued...
