Title: The Beauty of the Dark
Part: 11 of 11 (Sadly, the last one…or is it?)
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV)
Authors: Ayumie and CrowX
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2333
Warnings: Slash
Pairing: Damon/Jeremy

Summary: (AU branching off sometime between 109 and 110) After refraining to hunt, in order to keep a low profile, Damon is itching to wreak havoc. Who would be better than Elena's innocent brother? But what he started out of boredom would soon become his lifeline.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Note: All thanks go to my beta reader ksg814slash, thank you so very much!

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The Beauty of the Dark

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Chapter 11

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Damon can't quite remember how they had gotten out of that tomb. There had been some commotion with the witches, Elena shouting and pleading, but the next clear image was the four of them in the car with Jeremy slumped in his arms. Damon tried to get more of his blood into Jeremy, but only succeeded in making him choke.

Damon didn't protest when Elena and Stefan pulled Jeremy out of the car and carried him into the Gilbert house. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him: Anna. She had been acting shifty all along and her mother had been Katherine's best friend. Growling a curse, Damon propelled himself out of the car.

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Jeremy's first thought, upon returning to consciousness, was not of Damon, but questioning if he was still alive; he wouldn't mind turning into a vampire, but would prefer to be older, first. Jeremy's incredible headache and aching limbs made him open his eyes, with a groan. Elena and Stefan were looking at him worryingly, his sister pressing a cold wet cloth to his forehead.

"Where's Damon?" Jeremy croaked. His last memory was of a devastated Damon searching for Katherine. Stefan handed him a glass of water and he drank it in one go.

"Did he go with Katherine already?" Jeremy couldn't help how sad and monotone his voice got.

"Katherine wasn't there, was she?"

Before anyone could answer Jeremy, Stefan's cell rang.

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Stefan quickly left the room to talk to his brother. Damon seemed alternately angry and crushed and ended the conversation before Stefan could even start to formulate an answer; this didn't bode well. After a quick moment of hesitation, Stefan returned to the living room. He looked apologetically at Elena, before turning to Jeremy.

"Apparently Katherine never was in the tomb, and Damon is ... not well. He needs someone and unfortunately my brother doesn't respond well to me. Can you stand? I think you better come with me."

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"Of course," Jeremy replied, concerned. "So Katherine's what, just running around the world, not bothering to come back to him? What a bitch!" Jeremy was slowly getting very angry on Damon's behalf, still unbelieving how someone could be so cruel.

Stefan just shrugged his shoulders helplessly and helped Jeremy back in the car, driving them to the boarding house as fast as allowed.

They entered the den and found Damon crouched in front of the fire. Jeremy felt a surge of immense emotions running through him: protectiveness; hate for the bitch Katherine; compassion; and, above all, love. Hesitantly, Jeremy approached Damon, clearing his throat.

"Are you okay?"

Jeremy sat next to Damon, throwing an arm around him to draw him closer. There was no resistance from his lover as pulled him into his arms, cradling him. Damon's eyes were blank, staring unfocused ahead of him. Jeremy slowly stroked Damon's hair and his back, like a frightened animal.

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Damon felt empty. For the first time in his existence he had no reason to go on, nothing to live for. He was so used to Katherine being his ultimate goal, he couldn't even begin thinking about what to do next.

Damon couldn't immediately tell who sat next to him. The familiar scent and touch gave the person away, though. Damon leaned into the warm presence and closed his eyes, letting its gentle voice soothe him. Jeremy...this was Jeremy.

"She's gone..."

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Jeremy hugged Damon tight, trying to forget his own tiredness; he had to be strong.

"Shh. I'm so sorry this happened to you, Damon; it's so cruel. Katherine doesn't deserve your love or your devotion."

There was no response, but Jeremy continued to speak comforting words into Damon's ears. Every now and then he nodded off, his head resting on Damon's, but he jerked awake before succumbing to sleep, afraid that Damon would be gone.

Stefan checked on them every other hour. The fire died and dawn approached with a heavy clouded sky, fitting the gloomy atmosphere.

Jeremy tried to get Damon to drink the heated blood Stefan handed him, but Damon was still in his catatonic state.

"Damon, please, just drink some. I know everything's terrible right now, but at least you're not alone. You still got your brother, and you'll always have me...if you want me. I love you."

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The smell of blood eventually reached Damon's nostrils and he looked up; he accepted the cup and drank. Jeremy's words started to register and Damon slowly turned to face him. There was pity in the kid's eyes.

"Don't! Don't say that. Don't say anything!"

Damon surged to his feet and pulled Jeremy with him.

"We're going upstairs. Bring alcohol."

Obediently - although with obvious misgivings - the kid grabbed a few bottles from the bar and followed Damon upstairs. It was unclear what would happen next, but Damon probably shouldn't be alone.

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During the walk upstairs, Jeremy contemplated that his words had been way too early. Of course Damon wouldn't want to hear anything remotely related to love. Jeremy could accept that. He knew that drinking the sorrow away was Damon's way of dealing with things. At least Damon was finally coming out of his stupor; it was a step back to normality.

Remembering how Damon also took comfort in sex, Jeremy decided to initiate it. He took a swig from the next best bottle and gave it to Damon. Dropping to his knees he stroked up Damon's legs, to open his fly. Without further ado, Jeremy took Damon's cock out, stroking it to hardness. Using every bit of his experience, he sucked and licked in ways Damon liked it best.

Damon's moans were encouraging. Jeremy cupped Damon's soft balls, squeezing them lightly. His lover's flavor got stronger and Jeremy swallowed him down, trying not to choke while stimulating Damon to climax.

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Leaning back, Damon emptied the first bottle of Bourbon, even as Jeremy sucked him off. Soon the alcohol started to work its magic, dulling his thoughts and feelings to a bearable point.

Damon cried out when he came into the kid's mouth. After a moment, he pulled Jeremy up and against him, groping blindly to open his pants. Damon didn't have the energy for anything more sophisticated than a quick handjob but, thank God, the kid seemed to be halfway there already. After a mere minute, Jeremy was panting against his shoulder.

For the next day or so, Damon drank steadily. Jeremy was a constant presence at his side. He was grateful, though he probably didn't show it. He certainly couldn't have tolerated anyone else, like Stefan, who seemed genuinely worried; his sympathy was galling, not to be borne.

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Nearly a week had passed before Damon finally came out of his shock.

Jeremy couldn't have done it without Stefan and Elena; his sister covering for him in school and with their aunt, Stefan with providing food and blood.

Jeremy wasn't embarrassed anymore about Stefan hearing what went on in "their" room, as he called it. The days flowed together in an unreal way, consisting of sleeping, comforting, eating or feeding - though Stefan forbid Jeremy to give Damon any blood - and, of course, drinking and fucking; Jeremy didn't mind so much. Even though Damon was not always quite there, he always gave him pleasure.

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Only several days later had Damon's shock worn off enough to allow him clear thoughts. Damon looked at Jeremy - really looked at him - for the first time since that terrible night.

"You've been here all along, haven't you?"

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Jeremy had been reading some of Stefan's books, while Damon slept. When Damon asked him that, he looked up at him in surprise and hope.

"Of course I have. How are you holding up?"

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Pulling himself up, Damon grinned. It didn't feel that natural, even sharper than it used to be, but that was alright.

"Fine, of course. Why ever wouldn't I be?"

Seeing the hurt on Jeremy's face, Damon softened and reached out to gently touch the kid's shoulder.

"I like having you here, but I'm in dire need of a shower. Care to accompany me?"

Before Jeremy could respond, Damon pulled him along, determinedly headed for the bathroom. He would shower and he would feed and he would find some way to deal. He simply had to.

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Damon's grin wasn't convincing, but Jeremy let himself be dragged into the shower; at least he was happy that his lover was coherent again. He admonished himself for not being more understanding, after all, how could anyone comprehend dealing with such a heartbreak after 146 years of waiting?

Jeremy relaxed as the hot shower washed away the remains of last night. He moaned at the feel of Damon's hands washing his body and turned to do the same - just like their last shower. Rubbing his soaped body against Damon's hard planes, Jeremy kissed him passionately. His hands glided down Damon's back, cupping and kneading his ass.

"Tell you what, you get my blood...and I get this."

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Still more than a little light-headed, Damon nonetheless managed to spin Jeremy around and press up behind him. Thanks to the hot water, they had almost the same body temperature and the kid's skin felt smooth and slick against his own. To his surprise, Damon found that he wanted Jeremy—not just any pretty, young body.

"How about I get this and your blood?"

Damon mouthed at Jeremy's enticing neck, not quite piercing the skin. He stroked the kid until they were both shuddering, moaning and moving against each other. For a moment he paused to whisper into Jeremy's ear, his voice probably too low for human hearing.

"Thank you."

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Happy that Damon was consciously taking control, and that their banter continued, Jeremy enjoyed the hardness pressing into him. Even without preparation it was just a small twinge until his body adjusted to Damon's cock.

Their familiar rhythm began and Jeremy groaned with each stroke. When Damon stopped for a moment Jeremy wasn't quite sure if he imagined the soft words whispered into his ear. Deciding it wasn't his imagination, Jeremy clenched around the erection inside him.

"Always."

It didn't take long for the constant pressure on his prostate to trigger Jeremy's orgasm, crying out Damon's name in the process. Knowing Damon knew about his feelings and appreciated him made it all the more powerful.

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They returned to the bedroom post-shower-sex and curled up together. Damon knew he would soon need to think up a course of action. He had always had a goal and a, more or less, clear idea how to reach it. Now all he had was Jeremy. He tightened his arms protectively around the kid.

"I don't want to let you go."

And he wouldn't. Stefan and Elena wouldn't approve, but Jeremy was his now. It really was as simple as that. Damon was going to keep him.

"Why are you here, Jeremy?"

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Damon's possessive words made Jeremy's heart jump in his chest, and a warm feeling made itself known. Maybe everything wasn't as hopeless as he'd thought.

"Because of you. I wanna help you. You're an amazing guy, Damon, and you know how I feel about you. I admire you, your carefree attitude, your strengths. I like your humor and sarcasm. Even when you can't see it and try to deny it, there's so much humanity in you."

Jeremy gulped, not used to reveal his feelings like this. Hopefully he didn't make a fool out of himself.

"Even though you're obviously so much older, it feels right to be with you. I wanna get to know you - really know you - good and bad. I enjoy the blood sucking and of course the sex is great," he smirked in the end.

"So, the only question is: do you wanna stay with me?"

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Of course Damon had known for some time that Jeremy had feelings for him. After all, it was hard to miss in one so young, particularly since the two of them spend a lot of time together. However, now, for the first time, Damon found himself warming to the idea.

"If you keep talking like this, you won't be able to keep me away. But, seriously, I am...not a good person. Your sister is right to disapprove of me; I could still be a danger to you, Jeremy. You know that I wouldn't hurt you, but I might decide to turn you."

Damon pulled a blanket over the two of them. The last words had been mostly to scare Jeremy, make him realize the gravity of the situation, but, even as he said them, Damon realized they were true. Not right now - he was still too heartsick and damaged by Katherine's betrayal - but, over time, the temptation will grow - as will his attachment.

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Jeremy mulled over Damon's words. After a while, he replied: "I trust you, completely - you should know that."

Jeremy hugged Damon, snuggling against him under the warm blanket. Still deep in thought, he lazily traced the lines of Damon's chest.

"It may seem rushed, and maybe I should be more skittish about it, but I can honestly say that I don't care about turning. I don't connect to people my age anymore. Maybe I'm just barely sixteen, but I know what I want in life."

"When I woke up after the tomb situation, I thought for a second that I'd died already; my only regret was not being older. The only thing to prevent me staying with you would be you. I won't leave… But maybe right now we should just take it day by day."

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Closing his eyes, Damon tried to imagine a future with Jeremy. He couldn't - not yet - but he certainly couldn't imagine a future without Jeremy, either. Damon tightened his arms possessively around the kid.

"Yes, let's do that."

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Three years later…four vampires left Mystic Falls.

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The beauty of the dark, is the beauty of you.

I dream of dreams in dreams of you but nightmares always block the view.

I can't sleep, no.

The beauty of silence, is the noise of no words.

When everything I listen for is here when you walk in the door, tonight, yeah.

Where is the light in your deep dark room?

A shock of light could save you from the shadow.

Why is the dark behind the moon?

Out of reach until the light is shattered.

The ugly thing I do for beauty.

If you could see what's real in me, then maybe beauty wouldn't be so cruel.

Where is the light in your deep dark room?

A shock of light could save you from the shadow.

Why is the dark behind the moon?

Out of reach until the light is shattered

The beauty of the dark. Yeeeeaaah.

The beauty of the dark is the beauty of you.

Where is the light in your deep dark room?

A shock of light could save you from the shadow.

Why is the dark behind the moon?

Out of reach until the light is shattered.

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Beauty Of The Dark, by Mads Langer

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~ THE END ~

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I'm planning a sequel, which will vary in style a little, since I'm going to write it on my own. So tell me your thoughts and I'll try.