Interesting things happen in the dark...sometimes

First Meeting (rp for fakingitsomehow

2011-11-18T23:56:39Z

Buffy was twirling her stake in her hand, not sure what to do really. Now that there were all different kinds of vamps in the area, a simple stake didn’t just make them go “whoosh” anymore. There were messy vamps, vamps with weird allergies to herbs, sparkly vamps. Really, it was getting pretty annoying just keeping track of all the kinds.

Still, she was the Slayer, and so she would slay. And skip on her friends since hey, she was pretty good at being avoidy-girl. Also denial-girl, but she was in denial about that at the moment.

“Hello?” She frowned and looked around. One thing about the new vamps? They were harder to fight, too. And hot. Not that she was looking or even counting how long it had been since she’d had sex the last time (1 year, 2 months, 6 days, actually...) “Seriously, if you want to fight me, I’m right here. I even wore my fighting boots, which are fashionable, yet kickass, so show yourself.” Buffy rolled her eyes. Great. Just what she needed -- trying to play hide and seek with some weirdo vamp.

If there were attributes that Damon Salvatore might be known for, close to the top of the list would have to be his uncanny ability to find trouble and his complete inability to avoid it. In fact, there had always been something about Damon that demanded he go towards the trouble instead of leaving it where it wouldn't potentially end his life, mortal or immortal. So when he got wind of a new kind of vampire hunter, one with the physical chops to actually give a vampire a good fight, he just had to go find out, just had to go poke the beehive.

So that was what found him silently stalking the petite blonde in the boots for a few blocks before he finally realized he'd have to make the first move. Damon perched himself on top of a fence post, making just enough noise to be heard. When the girl stopped and turned, he leaned into the light and smiled. "Hey," he asked, "could you snap a picture? I wanted to try this owling thing. Unless that's over. Seriously, I can't keep up."

Damon gracefully dismounted and switched to leaning lazily against the fence. "I thought you'd be taller."

“And I thought you’d be... well, taller, too.” She shrugged. Buffy wasn’t picky. A vamp was a vamp, right? Right, Buffy. Which is why you’ve slept with two of them before. She pulled her stake up and waited for him to attack so she’d know which sort of vampire she was up against. Other than a hot one. But whatevs, vamp equals dead.

She frowned at him. “Let me guess. You were following me, thinking you could get to fight the infamous Slayer and then brag to all your little minions?” Prodding him, poking him. That was a strategy she’d learned from Faith -- one that wasn’t always a good one, either, but the world was sorta topsy-turvy at the moment. Buffy stepped closer to him, ready to attack, defend, whatever but he seemed so sure of himself.

“So, are you going to just stand there or what?” She tilted her head to the side, not realizing that truly, she had the upper hand and should have attacked him right away but hadn’t.

He snorted. "Minions? Do some of the vampires you've been up against before actually have minions?" Damon ran a hand through his hair, fighting a laugh. "Do they make them dress all the same, too?" Pushing against the fence, Damon stood free but with a casual, almost lazy posture that had always driven people like his brother insane. It made people think he didn't take anything seriously, which a lot of the times was true. It was getting more the case with the girl standing in front of him, considering how she wasn't trying to drive the stake she was holding into his chest.

"Standing here for a while works for me," Damon answered. "From what I gather, most people enjoy the view," he told her, quirking up an eyebrow as punctuation.

Taking one long stride forward, Damon tucked his hands into his pockets and narrowed his eyes, looking the girl up and down, sizing her up and making no small point of a little ogling, besides. "Or were you expecting some fighting? A little throwdown, a little 'rasslin'? I'm not really a big fan of that kind of stuff, unless we're talking about a totally different kind of 'rasslin'."

“And I was just going to say that we’re totally done with the foreplay part of this conversation, but seriously? ‘Rasslin’? Is that even a word?” Buffy couldn’t help it, she started laughing. Clearly, this vampire was new and had a death-wish, or else he didn’t think she was much of a threat. That was fine; she didn’t really think he was much of one right then, either. She shook her head and sat on the ground, toying with her stake a bit until she could stop laughing.

“Okay, wow... thanks, I really needed that laugh. Haven’t had such a good one since the whole Harmony thing happened. Really, blonde bimbo ex-cheerleader vamps? Who in the world thinks that that’s ever a good idea?” And actually, Buffy hadn’t talked with a vamp like this since she was basically having “therapy” before she staked the vamp Spike had turned. The convo had gone well, at least.

And oh yes, she totally noticed the way this guy was looking her over like she was a piece of meat. Not that Buffy, at her angle, couldn’t also see that he was pretty attractive in ways that made her hate being boyfriendless. “I really don’t need to sleep with another vampire, I really don’t,” she muttered to herself, but vampire hearing was a bitch so she rolled her eyes and waved a hand at him. “Oh, sit down. I’m not going to stake you. Yet.”

Of all possible reactions to the suggestion of getting horizontal, outright laughter was not one that would've been at the top of Damon's list. However, when taken in place of possibly having a wooden stake driven through his heart, he supposed it wasn't the worst one on the list, either. Besides, he wasn't necessarily looking to get into a tussle when he tracked this so-called "Slayer" down, so not having to beat her up was all right with him. Unless, of course, things went south on this odd little conversation, and then things getting violent would be just fine.

There was a stretch of low concrete wall where the fence ended, so Damon dropped onto it. He raised an eyebrow again when he caught the girl's comment and leaned in toward her. "All right, that's an intriguing little thing to say. Is it a thing with you?" Damon put a hand to his chest in mock dismay. "Should I be concerned about my honor?"

Buffy rolled her eyes at him. “No, it’s not a thing with me and... secondly it’s not even your business!” She huffed a little bit but had to smirk anyway. The guy thought he was really awesome, apparently. “Okay, long story short, I slept with a vamp, he went evil and I sent him to a Hell dimension. Then I died, came back to life and slept with another vamp causing the building to be demolished. He also didn’t have a soul and... “ She eyed the vampire. “You haven’t even told me your name. Unfair advantage, I’d say.”

She took the stake and pressed it right up against his heart, smiling. “If we’re going to talk, let’s talk. Or we can fight and I can kick your ass, but I think you might be the sort of vampire who’s into a weird kink like that.” She paused. “And I can’t believe I just said that out loud...”

As the girl spontaneously unspooled her story, Damon's reactions varied from amusement to confusion, but maintained a distinct undercurrent of curiosity about what this unusual young woman was really all about. If he was to believe even half of what she was saying, her experiences were even more wildly supernatural than his own, and he was a century-and-a-half-old vampire. Damon leaned back and crossed his legs, smiling casually. "Damon Salvatore," he replied. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, miss...?"

A moment later, there was a sharpened length of wood aimed at his heart, and Damon's lighthearted ease nearly evaporated. Although he didn't move a muscle, every bit of him was ready to spring into action if need be. This "Slayer" might be pretty cute, but he wasn't getting staked just because he felt like a little playtime. "There's a few ways to find out for yourself," he drawled, voice flirtatious but careful. Damon raised his eyes to hers, wondering whether or not he'd have any kind of influence over her. He reached out with the mildest complusion and asked, "Are you sure you really want to stake me?"

Buffy felt a strange tingly sensation, sort of the way she’d felt around Dracula. She blinked and said, “Buffy Summers... I thought you knew that already? Seriously, am I not famous anymore?” That would suck. She lowered the stake and frowned at him. “Damon. Interesting last name.” Buffy blinked a bit and then blushed once she realized that he was completely flirting with her now.

“So... I typically only stake and run, which sounds a lot like some one-night stand deal, but you’re... interesting, Damon. Salvatore.” She narrowed her eyes like she was studying him and put the stake aside. “Are you going to try and kill me? Since most vampires want to...” Except for the ones she’d slept with, when they were on good behavior. Damon had great eyes and she impulsively kissed him, just to see what would happen. It was a short kiss, and Buffy licked her lips afterward like she’d just had a treat (after all, it had been way too long since she’d kissed someone too). She knew she’d better be careful and not listen to the Faith-voice in her head telling her to “want, take, have.”

"Your name wasn't one of the vital statistics I was especially concerned about when I was finding out about you, sweetheart," said Damon with a roll of his eyes. "Mostly, I was focusing on the likelihood you were a stake first, banter later kind of hunter-- sorry, Slayer-- because I've met plenty of those and they aren't any kind of fun." He leaned a little more, bracing on one hand as casually as he would on the leather sofa back at the mansion. "You, on the other hand, seem like you could be fun."

And then Buffy kissed him. It was quick, warm and soft and instantly ruffled Damon's feathers in the very best way. One eyebrow arched sharply as he watched Buffy pull back. He'd been gently compelling her to tell him the truth and to be a little more obliging to his requests, but if that was the result, things were going to get very interesting. And if his power had nothing to do with it, they were going to get really interesting. "If that was your bid to keep my mind from the idea of trying to kill you... well, I admit it worked pretty damn well." In a snap of movement, Damon closed the gap between them this time and covered Buffy's mouth with his.

“Well, actually I--” was all Buffy was able to get out before Damon began kissing her back, a little stronger than how she’d first kissed him and the voice in the back of her head kept telling her to just go with it, have fun... after all, he wasn’t trying to kill her and all the white hats she knew were spoken for these days. Her mind was only a little bit fuzzy and she couldn’t explain exactly why, but it didn’t really matter much once she grabbed Damon’s face in her hands and climbed on top of his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist while she deepened the kiss.

“Damn, you’re a good kisser,” she muttered before pushing at his jacket, briefly wondering if she was, in fact, “fun” like he had said and also just why and what in the hell she was doing. “If this is your idea of keeping me distracted so I don’t stake you, then---” Buffy couldn’t come up with a witty remark, not while she was sitting on Damon’s lap wanting to pry more clothes off him. In public. Oh God, I’m turning into Faith, she thought, then went back to licking, kissing, nibbling, and gently biting.

Now Damon was starting to get it. Every little nudge he gave Buffy, she ran with happily, as if she was one of those girls who were so constantly wound up and laced up tight that they were almost desperate to grab onto the least chance to un-lace, so long as it was someone else who started things off by pulling the string first. Well, Damon was more than happy to do the tugging, if it she was going to go from a couple of kisses right to straddling him on a low stone wall out in the open. His hands dropped down to Buffy's waist to keep her close and right where she was while he slipped his tongue into her mouth. A low hum sounded in his throat, an appreciation for the taste of her so far.

"Hmm," was all the verbal response he gave to Buffy's compliment, choosing instead to move his hands up underneath her jacket and over her back and sides. Whatever chances there had been of getting into a fight, Damon now figured, had pretty much spiraled down to nil and the likelihood that they were going to get extremely familiar shot up in response. So did other things, Damon thought with a mental chuckle, and he was certain Buffy knew that, too. But as adventurous as he could be, the stone wall and surrounding garden weren't exactly the best venue. Without a word, he tightened his grip on the girl and made a blur back to the secluded spot where he'd parked his car, the backseat of which they were soon filling.

She was used to vampire speed being a pain, but never a thing where it could be convenient. Not that Buffy had been thinking much, obviously, because it was sort of freeing to just do whatever she wanted without worrying about any consequence. She didn’t really know him, he didn’t really know her, and pretty soon she was in the backseat of a car with Damon on top of her, grabbing her ass and other... parts. All the little noises he was making were uber-hot, and Buffy had enough presence to stop kissing Damon for a moment to look up at him. “So... no magical vampire baby stuff happening, right?” Because it wasn’t as if she’d brought protection, thinking she was going to have sex with a vampire in the backseat of a car.

As she said that, she started pulling at her own jacket, accidentally rubbing her hips against his until she nearly purred. “Also,” she added and then with Slayer-strength and a little bit of speed, she switched positions until she was looking down at him, straddling his hips as she pulled her tank top off next, “I kinda like being on top.” Buffy crushed his mouth, hard, but if they ended up switching back and forth in terms of who was on top, or against a wall, or anything, then she wasn’t going to mind. Much.

If everything in life were as easy and straightforward and familiar as getting his hands all over a brand new woman, then Damon's existence would've been about a thousand times easier and maybe he wouldn't have spent the better part of 150 years trying to emotionally torture his brother. Things weren't usually that simple, so that left Damon as he was, but for the moment, there was the backseat of a car (classic models, even the sports cars, were still made with appropriate space in the back, not like most of the modern equivalents) and a new woman and him and all was right with the world. Every part of Buffy that he felt up was a nice mix of firm and trim and soft, and Damon was very thorough about the inspection.

"Yeah, no. Nothing to worry about for you." He raised his eyebrows. "Apart from possible dehydration... exhaustion... localized soreness..." Damon shed his leather jacket and had gotten most of his shirt unbuttoned by the time Buffy switched positions with him. Shrugging, he finished taking off his shirt and ran his hands over Buffy's sides and over her bra-covered breasts. "I'm good with that," he said casually, "at least for the moment. The view is pretty damn good this way." Reaching down, Damon started to wriggle out of his pants as well.

She raised an eyebrow back at him before talking. “Seriously? You think you can do anything like that to me? Clearly you’ve never had a Slayer in bed before. I’ve got muscles like you wouldn’t believe.” Which, once again, sounded suspiciously like that Faith-voice egging her on to just sleep with Damon and have some fun. Of course at this point with most of her clothes off and her hands flying to his shirt to rip it apart, sending buttons flying everywhere, Buffy wasn’t exactly going to disagree. She chewed on her lower lip as she felt his hands touch her breasts through the simple bra, and then undid it before tossing it into the front seat.

Then, of course, Buffy managed to blush at the compliment. Not often had she gotten them - most people had always told her she was too thin, or too small - so her smile was a genuine one. “I... thanks.” Bravado gone, just like that. She held her breath as she tried to help Damon out of his pants (because she wanted a peek at him before he looked all the way at her, of course), and then her eyes widened. “Okay, then,” she mumbled before her mouth was on his chest, then licking her way up to his neck and finally finding his lips again, thrusting her tongue inside to taste him while she rocked her hips against his hard-on and did her very, very, very best not to touch his dick just yet. “This.... is so not.... like me,” she managed between frantic kisses as the buttons on her jeans unsnapped and she tried to shimmy out of them.

"Ooh, a challenge. I like that idea, Miss Slayer." And he did, even though it was pretty much the only situation where Damon did-- everything else in life he liked to be as simple and easy as it could be. But when it came to the bedroom games? Those he was willing to play, and play to win. "Of course, strength and superpowers are one thing, but I'd put money down you haven't had anyone with enough skills to really put you to the test." Damon ran his hands, and then his fingernails over Buffy's bare skin, teasing while she shed her bra.

Pushing and tugging, they managed to slide Damon's fitted jeans down and off-- no mean feat, considering his height. The relief when his hardening cock finally sprang free was enough to make him forgive the fact that he'd gotten naked first. The shock on Buffy's face helped quite a bit, too. His mouth was waiting for hers when she worked her way up to kissing him. Damon let his teeth scrape against her tongue and then nip at her bottom lip for a moment. Damon reached down to help Buffy with her jeans, noticing that he was in just as much of a rush to get them off as she was. Interesting. In fact, in that rush, Damon tore them in half at which he looked up with a smirk. "Just for the record, that is completely like me," he drawled while tossing them aside.

Damon groaned as his cock finally made contact with the heat between Buffy's legs. "And I'll even bet you're ready for me right now, no waiting..."

For a moment, Buffy wondered how she was going to make it home without jeans anymore, but considering they were both naked that moment didn’t last long. She leaned upward and away from Damon, eyes flashing. “You arrogant asshole, I should just...” But then she felt how hard he was and she gasped, biting her lower lip that Damon had just bitten, too. Fine, two could play this game. “You’ve been ready, so you’re not much one to talk,” she retorted, before sinking her body inch by inch slowly and stopping. Buffy sighed and remembered this feeling of power, of being in control, the feeling of being out of control.

Without warning, Buffy slammed her body down, hard, taking him inside of her and then squeezing every bot of Slayer-muscles as tightly as she could around his dick. She leaned down and licked his lips before she even started moving. “Let me guess... you think you’re the one who has all the moves? Who can somehow rock my world?” She lifted her hips and then slammed herself down again. “Mmm, I’ve died twice, found out my powers come from magic with with demons, and slept with two other vampires. Who both died after. Let’s see how you stack up.” She was exaggerating a little bit, but geez, she did not want to tell him that the feeling of him inside of her was probably the best she’d had in... ever. Her hand was resting on his chest for leverage as she kept fucking him hard, then pausing to roll her hips in little circles as she took both of Damon’s hands and held them above his head in hers.

And to top it all off, he’d been right about her. She had been dripping wet, waiting, wanting, dying to have him inside of her.

Damon exhaled once they made contact, but things took a very definite turn away from tender when their hips didn't so much meet as collide when Buffy dropped her small frame onto him with all the force her apparently magical powers could muster. Which meant that it hurt and the car's suspension protested a little, but it was also one of the best moves that had ever been pulled on him. If he'd been a human, Damon supposed, it would have cracked his pelvis. Instead, it just made his cock harder, which turned out to be good, considering how tight Buffy then squeezed him. "That's the spirit!" he cheered. "Show me what you've got!"

What he already knew was that he was plenty happy for the time being to let her and the hot vise of her pussy do plenty of the work. She was fucking him like she had something to prove, and that was right up his alley. Hell, even when she pulled his hands up, that was good for now, too. "Oh, I've got some moves for you... even like this." Damon began to roll his own hips, matching and moving in counterpoint to Buffy's, as skilled as if they were dancing. It guaranteed he'd keep hitting inside her pussy at different angles and even rubbed against her clit.

Something about the way he was prodding her made Buffy pissed off enough that she let go of his hands and punched him, without thinking. Because honestly, all of her other relationships had been with vamps or super-soldier guys who could sorta take it. And dish it back. “You’re so.... ooooohhh...” Then she couldn’t be mad anymore, because every part of her body felt like it was on fire. She didn’t even try to match him as she just let him hit different parts of her pussy just right until she was ready to come.

“Over,” she told him, grabbing Damon’s face again and kissing him hard before moving with him in the backseat enough that she was on the bottom of the fairly cushiony seat and Damon was on top. Buffy wondered what was up with him, why he was bothering to let her do pretty much anything she wanted. “There’s someone else.” Of course. “Who? Your bitchy sire that you somehow still have feelings for or some human girl who’s all damsel-in-distressy?” Either way meant she was having phenomenal sex with someone with just as many issues as she had. “Oh... fuck it. Just fuck me. The way you know you can’t with whoever she is.”

"What the fuck?!" Damon snapped, his expression aghast. His jaw ached where Buffy had hit him with a good solid punch. "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?" The girl's expression was just enough annoyed with him that it somehow struck a nerve with Damon. Now it was his turn, open hand flying right for Buffy's cheek to give her a nice hard slap. The weirdest thing about the moment was that it felt good. Maybe not necessarily getting hit or hitting a woman, but... it seemed to get something out of him. "You had that coming," Damon groused. "And I was raised a Southern gentleman, so that's saying a lot."

Damon was aware the whole 'gentleman' argument didn't hold much water while Buffy was riding his cock and moaning from what he was doing to her. She ordered a position switch, and Damon obliged, plenty content to climb on top and plunge his length back into the hot, wet grip of her pussy. Starting to pump his hips, Damon stopped when Buffy spoke again. "What in the hell do you know about it? Who have you been talking to?" He shook his head. "Whatever. Let me guess-- one of those vamps you've fucked was one of those broody, maudlin, whining-about-redemption types. Screw him. The redeemed don't fuck like this."

Reaching down, Damon hiked one of Buffy's legs up to his shoulder, driving his cock deeper inside of her. He began to slam his hips forward, rocking the car with every thrust.

The slap didn’t hurt her the way it would a normal human because hey, Slayer, but she still rubbed her cheek. “Ow.” Buffy rolled her eyes again at him as they flipped. “I somehow doubt you’re a gentleman,” she told him, just when he started moving deeper inside of her, enough that it felt perfect and hurt just right and she wanted more. When Damon stopped, Buffy was panting. She smirked a little bit that she’d guessed right about Damon. Great; a Slayer and a vampire with relationship issues. Perfect. Still, overall, the sex was shaping up to be great until he brought up Angel.

“No, they don’t, they---” Make love? Whatever; Buffy couldn’t remember Angel being like this except for when he was feeding on her and she was about to die (or he was?), but sex hadn’t been involved. Once Damon hooked her legs until she basically couldn’t move, Buffy gasped at the feel of his dick in her pussy, hurting, yet not, as she squeezed him tightly and groaned loudly. er hands were on his arms, fingernails scraping against his skin as her body bounced and shook with every thrust. “Fuck, fuck, fuck....” She tried to cross her ankles behind his neck.

“Harder. I can take it,” she dared Damon.

"Of course I'm a gentleman," Damon grunted while continuing to rock back and forth on top of Buffy. "Hell, I'll even pay for those pants I ruined." And maybe he would and maybe he wouldn't, truth be told. The mental picture of sending Buffy back to her place bottomless made his cock twitch inside of her, something Damon wondered if she could feel in between the hard thrusts into her pussy. He shifted his weight just a little and varied the speed of his strokes. She had gotten an earful about his skills, and Damon was determined to live up to his own hype.

He threw Buffy's other leg over his shoulder, pretty much folding her already petite body in half. It amused him to think that someone looking into the car would see-- if they could make anything out through the steamed-up windows-- almost nothing but him, but hear plenty from her. Damon could feel her pussy clamping down tight enough around his length that a human guy would've been screaming, and somehow it just made him more determined to meet her challenge. Damon shifted again, bracing his foot on the floorboard to give himself leverage and began fucking her with a vengeance. No more special moves, no more technique, just his cock going into her pussy like he was drilling for oil.

Flexibility and strength were both parts of being a Slayer, so she wasn’t lying when she’d said she could take it. It would hurt like hell in the morning, but right now there was nothing but sensation and feeling and sweat and sex and getting fucked harder than Buffy could remember. Her pussy clenched tight as she came, screaming obscenities she rarely ever said, and scraping her nails harder on Damon’s skin as her juices coated him.

It took her a bit for her mind to clear, and when it did she blinked and looked up at Damon. “You’re not a gentleman,” she panted, “but then again, I’m not a lady.” She shoved him off her body forcibly, pushing him out the car and onto the nearby grass then pounced on top of him, licking herself off his dick before straddling him again and impaling herself, riding him as hard as he’d been fucking her. “Wish... there... were... handcuffs.” People always thought Buffy was sweet, innocent, and vanilla. Truth was that was far from the truth, and Damon was just proving it as she fondled her own breasts, licking the cream from her lips.

Damon's arrogant, self-satisfied smirk that accompanied Buffy's orgasm turned quickly into tightly clenched teeth and a groan of pain when her nails dug into his flesh, nearly drawing his blood and when she brought almost crushing pressure around his cock. He'd never needed his vampire strength so much with any woman, and somehow the fact that they were getting in the fight that they'd set aside so they could screw just made this one of the best-- maybe the best?-- sex he'd ever had. Damon didn't get how that worked, but with the way his blood was boiling and the way pressure was building behind his cock, he wasn't going to argue.

Being thrown out of his own car, though? He wasn't a big fan of. The hot girl sucking some of her come off his shaft before mounting him again? More than made up for it. As Buffy pounded her ass down onto his lap, Damon grinned. "Remind me to get your number after this. I might have a few toys you'd like. But for now..." Damon reached up and quickly grasped Buffy's wrists, pulling them away from her chest and wrestling them down until he was holding her hands trapped behind her back. He pulled down, forcing the girl to arch her back sharply. "That work for you?"

She paused long enough to groan out, “You’re not getting my number because... hey.” She’d wanted the handcuffs for him, not for her, so having Damon basically hold her so she was bent a little. And also a bit under his control even though she was on top. Buffy pulled against his grip, even as she still moved a little on top of him. She glared down at him. “Let me go. Right. Now.”

Not that Buffy was going to admit that it had been a long time since she’d had sex like this (if she’d ever had sex like this) where she could just be herself and not worry. Or even where she could throw a punch and he would get pissed off, maybe, but for some reason wasn’t trying to kill her. She was panting as she finally stilled all her movements, then squeezed his dick as hard as she could.

"What," chuckled Damon as he kept his grip tight, "you're happy to kick me out of my own car in mid-stroke and you can't handle a little surprise of your own? You seemed a lot more flexible than that a minute ago." He knew that in this position, Buffy didn't have the leverage to do much of anything while his hips jerked upwards over and over, thrusting his cock up into her. It was a hell of a sight, Buffy's naked body bent and stretched like that, skin flushed and shining, and her high, tight breasts heaving. And a moment later, all of Damon's attention was on the stab of pain between his legs.

"ARRGH!" he howled. "What the fuck?! That's it!" With a sudden, fast wrench of his body, Damon sat up, throwing Buffy down to the ground on her back with him landing hard on top of her, his hands now on Buffy's shoulders, pinning her down. He brought his hips down sharply, fucking Buffy even harder than he had been in the car. "Are you trying to tear the fucking thing off?"

Groaning at the building pressure behind his cock, Damon drove himself into her pussy even faster, determined to push her over the edge first.

“No, I’m not trying... oh shit shit shit.....” It hurt and it felt good and any normal human would probably be screaming from the way Damon was fucking her, but Buffy was only half-screaming. Slayer muscles and all. Since he was holding her down in a way that was hard to move or even wrap her legs around his waist, Buffy had to just let him fuck her. She swore some more and tried not to come, just on principle, but couldn’t help it.

Buffy’s entire body bucked underneath Damon’s as she came, coating his dick with her juices as she shook as much as he would let her. Panting and near tears from the pure sensation of it all, she blinked a few times to catch her breath as her pussy spasmed around him over and over. She stared up at Damon before saying, “Sorry,” wondering why she was apologizing.

He was pounding her like a jackhammer. Something in the back of Damon's mind was driving him to go as hard and fast as he could, to make it hurt and feel good at the same time for her. He wasn't sure what made him think that was what Buffy wanted (other than the orgasms)-- maybe it was the fact that getting to cut loose with a little sex and violence at the same time with someone who could take it was working so well for him. Whatever it was, Damon was certain they were both going to at least be a mess of bruises by tomorrow morning.

When Buffy tumbled over the edge into coming, Damon grinned. He didn't let up the frantic rhythm, even with her pussy pulsing and clamping down around his cock. Juices poured out of her and her body writhed as much as it could under his hold. A few moments in, though, and Damon realized that she wasn't stopping, and neither was he. The more she came, the closer he got, and there was no stopping it. Damon moved his hands off of Buffy's shoulders and onto the ground, giving him just a little bit better angle. Fire was swelling at the base of his cock and as Buffy continued to come, Damon surrendered and rushed headlong into his own.

Damon roared. His cock felt like it swelled to double size as his orgasm rushed its way through his body. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck..." He flooded Buffy's body with his come, groaning and panting. Body shivering some as the last aftershocks faded away, Damon leaned down and kissed Buffy on the mouth. "Nothing to be sorry about... although I might've cracked a rib..."

“Hmmm.” Buffy blinked a bit and kissed Damon back, her arms wrapped around his neck. “Yeah, well, I’m sure I’m going to have a few bruises too, but that’s what we get for sleeping with mortal enemies and all.” If it wasn’t so true, she would’ve laughed, but instead there was something familiar and nice about this feeling of just letting go, of letting someone else be in charge even if it was for the moment, of releasing her power and energy (and she was hungry now too, so maybe Faith had been right about all of that...). But Buffy was also a weird romantic at heart, too, and this wasn’t like it was her first one night stand. She just didn’t like one night stands, and she especially didn’t want to stake Damon now. So she kissed him again, over and over softly, moaning lightly into his mouth.

Then she remembered that tingly feeling she’d had way back when they were first talking, before any of this had happened and her mouth stopped. Had he done something to her? No, maybe at first, which was why she’d put her stake down but... “You... you did some vampire magic-thingy to me.....” Forget about the fact that he was still on top of her, still inside of her, and she wasn’t pushing him off. And forget about the fact that whatever Damon had done had nothing to do with her wanting to fuck him.

"Yeah, but if sex with the people who are supposed to want you dead is always this good, I think maybe I'm going to try it a little more often," Damon chuckled. He wasn't sure exactly who that would cover in his particular case, since Alaric was the only out-and-out avowed vampire hunter he happened to know, but maybe it could cover other categories. (Could he even have sex with a werewolf? If a bite was fatal, would that cover fucking, too?) In any case, he did have a little wish that it continue to cover Buffy for at least a few more tumbles.

Damon frowned for a second, then decided he wasn't exactly in the best position for defending himself or doing much else but fess up. The position was, though, very comfortable and pleasant and if they weren't on the grass in the middle of nowhere, the fact that he hadn't lost much of his hard-on would've meant considering another round. "A compulsion, but barely. Like the volume turned down to 1. I'm pretty sure all it did was tilt you towards not staking me immediately, nothing more."

"So what do you think, 'Slayer'? Should I interrupt another one of your patrol nights?"

“It’s Buffy,” she told him again, but was still smiling. It wasn’t the first time vampires just called her ‘Slayer’. She shut her eyes and mumbled, “I really shouldn’t do this I really shouldn’t do this...” but once she opened them up and looked at Damon again - realizing that, frankly, this was the most fun she’d had in forever - she grinned.

“I won’t stake you, so no more of that magic-thingy, got it?” Might as well lay down some ground rules. “And... no killing people because then I might have to retract my first statement.” He was still hard inside of her, and Buffy was still turned on, which might have been the reason her hips were moving a little bit. Maybe.

“I... yeah,” she finally answered Damon’s question outright before kissing him again. Although fucking him was close to fighting him (and vice-versa, she supposed), she had to wonder why he wanted to still stick around. Her hands held his face tightly as she eyed him. “No trying to kill me, either, or I’ll dust you.” That wasn’t what she wanted to ask, and she was already panting slightly from feeling how hard his dick was still inside her pussy. “So... why? Why me? Why this, Damon? Before we both agree to it and get back to fucking, of course.”

Damon shrugged, still able to make it a casual, nonchalant gesture even while still inside of Buffy and stretched out over her. "Sure, no compelling. Not a problem." And, he thought, not even remotely necessary considering how things had gone that night. He smirked when she gave him the answer he'd wanted. Damon had been almost surprised that he'd asked it all, but there was no denying that the sex had been fantastic, and the opportunity to cut loose and have exactly the kind of fun he liked best while managing to technically stay inside the restrictions that Stefan and Elena-- and now Buffy-- liked to put on him. Not that he wasn't above looking for a little room to maneuver. "But bad guys... Doesn't count for bad guys, right?"

Now it was his turn to think over a question, and Buffy had asked the one that he'd sort of been hoping she wouldn't. This wasn't something that made a whole lot of rational sense, so Damon wasn't certain he could put it into words.

"Because I never realized how therapeutic and fun it could be to put fighting and fucking into the same encounter. And I'd bet you got the same, Buffy. Better than killing, better than brooding, and damn well better than not getting any. Speaking of which--" A burst of vampire speed and they were back in the car, Damon kneeling on the back seats and facing the rear window with Buffy pinned between him and the backseat. It only took a few more strokes before his cock was fully hard again. "Now about that fucking you mentioned--" The car began to rock again.

The Aftershocks Go On [RP for notkatherine]

2011-02-02T23:31:10Z

Follows the AU storyline begun in THIS THREAD

Damon had gone through plenty of painful experiences. Even before becoming a vampire, he'd been wounded in battle. After that, the change had not been pleasant, and he'd discovered firsthand the effects of things like sunlight and vervain had on creatures like himself. And just a little earlier that day, he'd taken a wooden crossbow bolt in the back, and that had stung like hell. But there had never been any torture like moving through his insane little existence in Mystic Falls as if what had happened between him and Elena hadn't.

He was actually hoping that the road trip to Duke would have gotten him some traction, even with Ric along for the ride, but it seemed like Elena was determined to take every opportunity to rub Damon's face in ridiculous PDA after PDA with Stefan and then give him a super cold shoulder the entire trip. But a cold shoulder was paradise compared to the twist of the knife. She'd let him believe that there was a chance for her to be his friend-- a euphemism, Damon had assumed-- and then stabbed him in the back once he'd given her the information on Katherine she'd wanted.

The crossbow shot had hurt a hell of a lot less. "I thought friends don't manipulate friends?" He replied to Elena. "You and Katherine have a lot more in common than just your looks."

New Beginning [RP for druidwitch]

2010-11-25T00:37:47Z

Oh, they'd gotten mad. Really quite vocally and physically and, in a twisted way, satisfyingly mad at him. In fact, it had taken Damon most of a day and a couple of pints of blood bank-fresh B+ to straighten out, un-break and un-twist everything that Stefan had done to him in order to prove just how mad Damon had made him. Elena, for her part, had gone right for her favorite sweet spots, giving him both barrels of disappointment and disapproval with a second load of condescension and patronization. And Damon wanted a great big medal for the fact that he'd pretty much taken every hit, every nasty word and every judgment without a peep in argument.

Eventually, they just got tired. Stefan got tired of hitting him. Elena got tired of belittling him. Meredith and Mat and everyone with half an opinion weighed in and wagged their finger at mean old Damon. And then Stefan managed to work up the stones to kick him out of the boardinghouse. Considering the kind of money he could flash, Damon was in a big, swanky apartment an hour later.

There was a big upside to getting tossed out onto the street to fend for himself. Such a big upside that Damon wondered how the hell his brother could have missed it. With no prying or judgmental eyes watching his every move, there was now nothing stopping him from inviting over the girl who'd become the most interesting person in Fell's Church after him. Checking the apartment and making sure that everything was in place-- after all, he'd promised Bonnie a special time now that they were all official and public-- Damon set the scene perfectly.

Stretching out on the couch with a glass of scotch, he waited for the doorbell to ring.

Collision Course [RP for notkatherine and drinkfromme]

2010-11-05T23:01:38Z

Totally unrelated to any other RP plots involving these pups. Purely motivated by plot bunnies and general twisted enjoyment.

Damon's head was pounding. That was many kinds of bad since first, he was a vampire and so not especially susceptible to most things that caused headaches; second, it was the kind of pain that only came after having been rendered unwillingly unconscious and third, he'd felt this exact kind of headache before. It had been Founders' Day, when that damned gadget from the 1860s had pretty much flattened him like a dozen tasers.

When Damon managed to get his eyes open, he had been ready to find himself chained up in his own basement or the ruins of the old Lockwood estate or even in the crypt. The plush interior of what had to be a four-star hotel room was the last thing he expected. Although, he noted as he took stock of himself, the hotel probably hadn't provided the steel manacles and high-strength cables that were tying him onto the bed. That was courtesy of whoever had captured him-- straight from the most recent Mystic Falls community to-do, judging by the fact that he was still dressed in his favorite Marc Jacobs suit.

A noise from beside him made his head spin, and all at once his senses cleared enough to recognize that he wasn't alone in the massive bed. Similarly chained and similarly just rising out of unconsciousness was Elena. Suddenly forgetting about the who, where and why, Damon nudged the young woman.

"Elena? Elena, are you all right?"

OOC - Bio

2009-10-14T19:18:17Z

01.) Full name? - Damon Salvatore
02.) Best friend? - Nobody, really. He's way too independent to want one, and nobody could stand him for long. Although considering Stefan is still around, he'd be the closest thing.
03.) Sexuality? - Heterosexual. He's enough of a hedonist to have tried men at some point in history, but he seems to really only gravitate towards women.
04.) Favorite color? - Black.
05.) Relationship status? - Single, and preferring it that way.
06.) Ideal mate? - If there was someone who could put up with his being generally selfish, amoral and pleasure-seeking, then they'd be it, especially if they could see he does have a few small good qualities, too.
07.) Turn-ons? - Manipulating people and pushing their buttons.
08.) Last sexual experience? - Having sex with a woman he fed on afterward.
09.) Favorite food? - Not that he needs it, he doesn't mind eating when necessary. If he does, then he still gravitates toward "real" Italian.
10.) Crushes? - Besides himself? He's had fixations on Katherine and Elena and those have both been arguably based only on lust and manipulation. But he does seem to actually have some kind of fondness for Bonnie McCullough.
11.) Favorite music? - Opera. Verdi, in particular.
12.) Biggest fear? - That someday Stefan will decide he's gone too far and somehow find a way to kill him.
13.) Biggest fantasy? - That someday Stefan will decide he's been right all along.
14.) Quirks in bed? - Biting. *L*
15.) Bad habits? - Biting. *L* Being smart-assed and disrespectful, not that Damon thinks that's bad.
16.) Biggest regret? - None that he'd admit to, but probably originally killing Stefan, allowing his brother to become a vampire.
17.) Best kept secrets? - That he cares about anyone but himself.
18.) Last thought? - "Ugh. I need to find a woman to feed on who doesn't like artificial sweeteners. Bleh."
19.) Worst sexual experience? - Probably his first. Even though he enjoyed himself, he was determined to get better.
20.) Biggest insecurity? - That he might really be the monster he pretends to be and people think he could be.

Let me know if this sounds okay, druidwitch?