Fic: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
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turnonmyheelsFandom: The Vampire Diaries
Title: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Pairing: Damon/anyone he damn well wants
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Damon is a vampire. There will be death, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode.
Spoilers: Pilot
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ldthomps for the beta. Title from Placebo's Come Home
Nostalgia is painful.
Being hit by a car can't kill a vampire, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like hell. He can't remember the last time he hunted like this, surely not since Prohibition, when cars got faster and heavier, not to mention more prevalent. But being back in Mystic Falls, he can't help himself - symmetry has been a fascination of his lately. One hundred and forty six years ago this road was little more than a footpath through the woods. Damon remembers as clearly as if it were yesterday how he watched, hidden in the shadows, while Katherine staged the scene, nearly identical to the one he's setting tonight. He remembers his breathless anticipation as he waited to watch her hunt and feed. His naive shock at her brutality, how she carelessly discarded the bodies and turned to him, searching for any sign of fear or revulsion. The challenge in her eyes as she dared him to taste the blood on her mouth. The first blood he'd ever tasted that wasn't his, (Stefan's), or hers.
The car hits him and it hurts like a bitch, cars throttling along at 55 are so much more painful than horse hooves and carriages. He's fully healed by the time the man runs to his side. In a blur of movement Damon leaps to his feet, wraps the man in his arms, and sucks him dry. He drops the body in an unconscious imitation of Katherine, then leaps up, landing lightly on a tree branch to wait for the car's other passenger. He's patient, crouching perfectly still until she's nearly back to the spot where they ran over him before he leaps out of the trees, tosses her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and runs her into the woods. Her screams ring in his ears, making his blood pound and his fangs descend.
This? Is going to be fun. He sets her on her feet in a clearing where the light of the full moon is bright enough for her to see him. He turns her around to face him. She screams even louder when she sees his face, eyes red and nearly glowing, veins spreading and arcing out from his eyes. He smiles sweetly at her as she fights him, screaming and pleading with god to save her. Her struggles futile against his careless grip. He delicately cups her chin with his fingers and turns her face to his. He feels bruises bloom hot beneath his fingers on her arm, can smell the blood beneath the surface and squeezes harder. Her voice cracks on her next scream and he's heard enough.
For now.
"Stop screaming and calm down." Her pupils dilate and he has her, helpless to resist him. He'd find it pathetic if he didn't revel in it so much. "What's your name?"
"Brooke."
He releases her chin and his grip on her arm, then twirls a lock of her hair around a finger. "Brooke, pretty name for a pretty girl."
"Thank you."
"Brooke, we're going to play a little game of hide and seek. When I tell you to go, I want you to run as fast as you can and hide, but no screaming okay? Then I'll count to a hundred before I try to find you."
"Okay." He breaks eye contact and lets her slip enough out of his control to ask a question. "What's going to happen when you find me?"
"Pretty, smart girl." He says pleased that she knows there's no escape. He traces her eyebrows, along her cheekbones, and the bow of her mouth with feather light touches. "First, I'm going to rape you." There's a bead of sweat glistening in the moonlight at her hair line. He steps closer, pressing his body against hers and captures the moisture with his tongue. He rolls it along his tongue like a fine wine and smiles in approval. "Then I'm going to eat you. But if you hide really, really well, I promise I'll let you like it."
He waits until the scent of her fear drowns out the rest of his senses then tilts her chin up and kisses her, chaste and gentle, on the cheek. "Go."
She turns and flees. He can hear her crashing through the woods. Feet crunching over leaves, tripping over roots and other objects he knows she can't see in the dark. Her breath is coming in short gasps, little grunts of pain and fear filled whimpers. There's a loud gasp and thump, she's cut herself, he can smell the blood sharp and sweet over the bitter fear. He starts counting. When he gets to 80 he can't hear the sound of her heart or her breath. At 90 he's lost the sound of her feet, 95 the smell of fear lingers where she's been but he can't tell where she is. At 100 all that's left is the sweet siren call of her blood.
He keeps counting. When he reaches 105 he's already caught her beneath him. She doesn't scream -- can't because he already told her to stop -- but her eyes are wide and her pupils are blown with fear. "You did good." He captures her gaze with his. "You're going to love every second of what I do to you aren't you, Brooke?"
"Yes."
"What do you want me to do to you first?" She shivers beneath him. "Kiss you? Use my fingers and my tongue to work you open and get you ready for my cock? Tease you mercilessly until you can't help but beg me to fuck you?" She's so far under his spell he can already smell her wet and ready for him. "Tell me what you want."
"Whatever you want."
"Good girl. You're so good I'll let you scream, but only when you come."
Much, much later, when there are few places left on her body unmarked by tooth or nail she dies screaming, orgasm wracking her body while she's pierced on teeth and cock. When he's finished, he dresses her and drags her body back to the crash sight. He dumps her on top of the other corpse, artfully arranging their limbs in a lover's embrace.
Damon tucks his hands in his pockets and whistles as he walks toward the boarding house. It's good to be home again.
Part 2
Title: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Pairing: Damon/anyone he damn well wants
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Damon is a vampire. There will be death, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode.
Spoilers: Pilot
Thank you
ldthomps for the beta. Title from Placebo's Come HomeNostalgia is painful.
Being hit by a car can't kill a vampire, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like hell. He can't remember the last time he hunted like this, surely not since Prohibition, when cars got faster and heavier, not to mention more prevalent. But being back in Mystic Falls, he can't help himself - symmetry has been a fascination of his lately. One hundred and forty six years ago this road was little more than a footpath through the woods. Damon remembers as clearly as if it were yesterday how he watched, hidden in the shadows, while Katherine staged the scene, nearly identical to the one he's setting tonight. He remembers his breathless anticipation as he waited to watch her hunt and feed. His naive shock at her brutality, how she carelessly discarded the bodies and turned to him, searching for any sign of fear or revulsion. The challenge in her eyes as she dared him to taste the blood on her mouth. The first blood he'd ever tasted that wasn't his, (Stefan's), or hers.
The car hits him and it hurts like a bitch, cars throttling along at 55 are so much more painful than horse hooves and carriages. He's fully healed by the time the man runs to his side. In a blur of movement Damon leaps to his feet, wraps the man in his arms, and sucks him dry. He drops the body in an unconscious imitation of Katherine, then leaps up, landing lightly on a tree branch to wait for the car's other passenger. He's patient, crouching perfectly still until she's nearly back to the spot where they ran over him before he leaps out of the trees, tosses her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and runs her into the woods. Her screams ring in his ears, making his blood pound and his fangs descend.
This? Is going to be fun. He sets her on her feet in a clearing where the light of the full moon is bright enough for her to see him. He turns her around to face him. She screams even louder when she sees his face, eyes red and nearly glowing, veins spreading and arcing out from his eyes. He smiles sweetly at her as she fights him, screaming and pleading with god to save her. Her struggles futile against his careless grip. He delicately cups her chin with his fingers and turns her face to his. He feels bruises bloom hot beneath his fingers on her arm, can smell the blood beneath the surface and squeezes harder. Her voice cracks on her next scream and he's heard enough.
For now.
"Stop screaming and calm down." Her pupils dilate and he has her, helpless to resist him. He'd find it pathetic if he didn't revel in it so much. "What's your name?"
"Brooke."
He releases her chin and his grip on her arm, then twirls a lock of her hair around a finger. "Brooke, pretty name for a pretty girl."
"Thank you."
"Brooke, we're going to play a little game of hide and seek. When I tell you to go, I want you to run as fast as you can and hide, but no screaming okay? Then I'll count to a hundred before I try to find you."
"Okay." He breaks eye contact and lets her slip enough out of his control to ask a question. "What's going to happen when you find me?"
"Pretty, smart girl." He says pleased that she knows there's no escape. He traces her eyebrows, along her cheekbones, and the bow of her mouth with feather light touches. "First, I'm going to rape you." There's a bead of sweat glistening in the moonlight at her hair line. He steps closer, pressing his body against hers and captures the moisture with his tongue. He rolls it along his tongue like a fine wine and smiles in approval. "Then I'm going to eat you. But if you hide really, really well, I promise I'll let you like it."
He waits until the scent of her fear drowns out the rest of his senses then tilts her chin up and kisses her, chaste and gentle, on the cheek. "Go."
She turns and flees. He can hear her crashing through the woods. Feet crunching over leaves, tripping over roots and other objects he knows she can't see in the dark. Her breath is coming in short gasps, little grunts of pain and fear filled whimpers. There's a loud gasp and thump, she's cut herself, he can smell the blood sharp and sweet over the bitter fear. He starts counting. When he gets to 80 he can't hear the sound of her heart or her breath. At 90 he's lost the sound of her feet, 95 the smell of fear lingers where she's been but he can't tell where she is. At 100 all that's left is the sweet siren call of her blood.
He keeps counting. When he reaches 105 he's already caught her beneath him. She doesn't scream -- can't because he already told her to stop -- but her eyes are wide and her pupils are blown with fear. "You did good." He captures her gaze with his. "You're going to love every second of what I do to you aren't you, Brooke?"
"Yes."
"What do you want me to do to you first?" She shivers beneath him. "Kiss you? Use my fingers and my tongue to work you open and get you ready for my cock? Tease you mercilessly until you can't help but beg me to fuck you?" She's so far under his spell he can already smell her wet and ready for him. "Tell me what you want."
"Whatever you want."
"Good girl. You're so good I'll let you scream, but only when you come."
Much, much later, when there are few places left on her body unmarked by tooth or nail she dies screaming, orgasm wracking her body while she's pierced on teeth and cock. When he's finished, he dresses her and drags her body back to the crash sight. He dumps her on top of the other corpse, artfully arranging their limbs in a lover's embrace.
Damon tucks his hands in his pockets and whistles as he walks toward the boarding house. It's good to be home again.
Part 2
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Date: 2010-06-18 08:13 pm (UTC)I have a whole tag devoted to vampires. It's called Vampires Make Me Hot.
Damon is just what the vampire addiction ordered.
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Date: 2010-06-18 08:14 pm (UTC)AND YET.
Dear god, I want the time to glut on tVD because so far I find damon kind of douchey but not necessarily hot and I want him to beeeee already.
I miss dirty hot sex. The really rough kind where consent is dependent upon forcing it. Which yes, wrong bad, whatever, it's hot.
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Date: 2010-06-18 08:15 pm (UTC):-)
You seriously need to find the time bb, cause you're gonna luff it.
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Date: 2010-06-18 10:12 pm (UTC)AND YET.
JESUS THIS.
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Date: 2010-06-20 12:23 pm (UTC)