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Ⅰ the LIP bite. Sometimes kissing isn't enough, or sometimes you're too nervous to even talk. Bite a lip. It doesn't even have to be yours.

Ⅱ the THROAT bite. You don't want to suck their blood, but you want them to know how thin this flesh is here.

Ⅲ the ARM bite. It's silly, but you want then to pay attention to you. Bites on the arm are usually childish and done in anger or playfulness.

Ⅳ the LEG bite. Know what long legs need? A nice set of teeth sunk into them. Just look at those thighs. Or you could always bring new meaning to the term "ankle biter".

Ⅴ the COLLAR bite. This one's for all you people who don't like turtlenecks. Bites leave marks, and well, some people don't want to show theirs off like trophies.

Ⅵ the HIP bite. Know what's hot? Teeth on your hip. Marks there are definitely enough to make anyone weak in the knees. If that's not what you're into, just remember there are more reasons than just sex to bite someone, especially here.

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Ⅰ the GENTLE bite. No one said biting had to be hard. This one's meant more for lovers. Little nibbles on the earlobe or pulse are always nice.

Ⅱ the BRUISING bite. Don't break the skin on this one. You want to leave a nice impression of your pearly whites on the other person, enough so afterwards you can enjoy that darkened mark.

Ⅲ the BLOODY bite. Biting has ill repercussions. Whether it's on purpose or an accident, there's blood, and possibly lots of it.

Ⅳ the HARD bite. This one doesn't bruise, but it does leave a nice impression of your teeth. All that orthodontic work really paid off.

Ⅴ the TEASING bite. No, no, no. Don't just sink your teeth in all at once! Ease your partner into it. Bite softly again and again before letting yourself clamp. You want to let them know you might not do it.

Ⅵ the PINCHING bite. All front teeth. Don't let anything further than your canines feel your partner's flesh. This one's just to let them know they irritated you, or it could just be that your mouth slipped. Sorry!

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He really shouldn't be all that surprised that he was pinned to the wall by some other black and white creature feature special, but dammit, vampires? Really? Come on, hadn't the universe crapped on him enough?

Apparently not. No way was he going to have gone through everything he had with Scott and Peter and Jackson and the Alphas and that psycho Darach only to become a juice box for a thirsty blood sucker. Nope. Not happening.

So he did the only thing he could. He kicked out at the nearest body part and sunk his teeth into the arm trying to pin him to the wall. Stiles Stilinski did not go down without a fight.

Damon hadn't exactly expected much of a fight. He figured this would be a quick 'take what you need to satiate your hunger and move along' deal, but instead the kid decided to try and bite through his jacket?

Damon shoves his arm more forcefully into the boy, right into his windpipe before tilting his head to the side, fangs popping out. "Don't fight it, you'll injure yourself more than me... I'm just thirsty."

Why, oh why, didn't he carry holy water on him? "Yeah? Well, go be thirsty somewhere else. I'm anemic? See how pale I am? I'm barely edible. Totally not worth your effort. Find another donor, Vlad, because I'm not feeling particularly charitable."

He pushed at the arm holding him, trying to aim for a shot to the nuts. Vampires had nuts, right?

He chuckles darkly at the comments, that is until Stiles does successfully connect with his nuts. The arm goes slack and he immediately takes a step back.

"Shit, really, the balls... you kicked me in the balls?!" Excuse Damon while he coughs before straightening up again, grabbing Stiles just before he manages to put any real space between them.

"This is so much harder than I thought it was gonna be, back in the day if an attractive man like me grabbed someone they'd just stop and bare it all."

He tried to bolt when Damon let go of him, but damned if he got further than a step before he was caught by his arm again. This was so pathetic. He needed some supernatural creature mace or something. "I don't know what millennium you come from, but grabbing people isn't on the top ten list of how to get what you want."

He couldn't deny there was certainly a look to the guy. One he'd never have, but that wasn't the point. Hot or not, grabbing people was a definite no no. "Maybe you should just go vegan. I hear it does sparkly wonders for your skin."

"Really, you're using Twilight jokes on a real Vampire?" He sighs, people these days. It would be a lot simpler if he just compelled the boy into standing still but there was something about him that Damon found faintly amusing. Maybe it was the fact that even though Damon could kill him at any minute the boy just wouldn't shut up, something Damon himself was regularly guilty of.

He keeps a firm arm on the boy, waiting for the perfect moment to actually drink and at the same time hoping that he can make the boy stick around afterwards.

"Would you rather I call you Louis and ask where all the lace is?" He was tugging, because no, he was not going to just give up and be a vampire buffet. Never give up, never surrender.

So he quoted Galaxy Quest when he was stressed. Didn't make it any less awesome. Or true. "Look, how about I direct you to the nearest blood bank and you let me go and we call it even? Okay? Okay. Sounds good to me."

Damon sighs, this was getting old. After all everything could be over in a few seconds if he just had his way. He pulls the boy close to him so they're facing each other, pulling his head to the side and sinking his fangs into the boys neck. He savors the metallic taste of blood, he had been thirstier than he thought. It would have been almost pleasurable for Stiles if he hadn't struggled.

The moment he feels sated Damon lets him go, quick as a flash he bites into his own wrist and feeds some of his blood to Stiles, it wouldn't do to leave the boy with any injuries.

"Try not to die in the next twenty-four hours, it should be pretty easy in a quiet town like this..." And yes Stiles, he is still holding you against him.

The suddenness of it is what surprises him the most. One minute he's trying to talk his way out of being eaten, and the next he feels the sting and burn of something piercing his neck. His mouth opens to say something, anything, but for once, Stiles is at a loss for words.

Then something's being pushed against his mouth and he tastes the familiar coppery tang of blood. There's a flash of him wondering if he's being turned. Is this how vampires make new vampires? It would just be the cherry on the cake if he turned Peter's bite down and wound up getting turned into a vampire. But then the guy's saying something and Stiles pulls himself out of that daze to focus on it. 'Don't die'. Yeah, that was high on his list of every day activities. "Huh?"

His eloquence clearly knew no bounds as he stared over at the very pale blue eyes suddenly so close to him. Crap. Had he just gone further with a blood sucking fiend from beyond the grave than he had with anyone living? His life was so pathetic.

Damon chuckles slightly against the warmth of the boy in front of him, licking his lips to get rid of the last remnants of blood. "I said, whatever you do, don't die in the next twenty-four hours."

Then he gets an idea of what might make the young man hate him a little less. "Now come on, we're going for a drink. I can't let you run away telling all my secrets too quickly, so either I compel you or I get you drunk." There's a sick little smirk on his lips, he was pretty sure he could make the boy putty in his hands even without the compulsion, after all Damon was pretty much a pro when it came to manipulation.

Don't do that, Damon. Don't do the lip licking thing. That was unfair. It made him look at those lips, which were currently blood smeared. With his blood. He lifted a hand to his neck, prepared to wince, but there was no pain. Blood came away on his fingers, but it was residual. Holy shit. He was healed. Praise vampire Jesus. One last thing to have to explain to his dad. Or Scott. Oh god. Scott would flip his balls over this.

"If I've managed not to die in the last year, I think I can handle the next day." Was he being led away? He was totally being led away. Was he actually going with him. Oh my god, he was. What was wrong with him?

"Good. At least I didn't pick one of the depressed ones." He grins, he could tell just by looking at Stiles that he was pretty enthralled, from the way the boy's eyes moved so slowly away from his lips. Luckily Damon had been around for long enough that he could be flexible with his sexuality, and the kid's sexuality at this stage wouldn't matter. He may as well be considered Damon-sexual.

He takes the boys hand in his own, sauntering with him down the street to the nearest bar. He was well fed now, which had one of his three primal urges sated. If he was lucky he could do something about the other two. "And remember, you're twenty-one." Of course the boy didn't look twenty-one but that wasn't going to be a problem.

"And my name's Juan?" Wait, was he holding hands with a vampire. Oh god. His life. What was it? It was wrong, that's what it was. He'd done something terribly wrong and... this was totally a dream. Right. Because come on, vampires? In Beacon Hills? Biting him of all people? Not likely.

But somehow, that didn't stop him from following after the unknown vampire, wondering idly if he could drink.

"Your name's Juan?" Really, he didn't actually know the boy's name but Juan didn't fit. He thought it was just part of the confusion after being used as a light refreshment.

He leads them both into a bar and pretty much props Stiles onto the bar stool before signalling the bartender to bring them both beer. He figured he'd start with something light because the boy could at least provide some entertainment for him. "Drink. It'll make you feel better. That and you seem like you'll be more fun..." Definitely not a suggestion there.

"No. My name is Stiles, but... never mind." He'd been going for a joke there, but apparently vampires didn't have a sense of humor. But they did have nards. Which he'd kicked him in. Hah.

He grabbed for the beer automatically, but he didn't drink it yet. "So, am I going to like... turn or something now?"

"Stiles..." He mulls the name over. Its weird.

"Guess I should introduce myself, I'm Damon Salvatore." He says his own name as if its something particularly fantastic. He wasn't exactly going to get the Mystic Falls reputation here but he was pretty stunning anyway. He takes a drink of his beer while eyeing Stiles as if to say 'I thought I told you to drink that'

"As long as you stay alive, you'll be human. If you die with my blood in your system you get to live out a lengthy life of immortality." He shakes his head. "Don't do that though, I've had my fill of teaching newbies."

"Sounds close enough to Vlad for me." No, Damon, Stiles wasn't impressed. And he'd drink his damn beer when he felt like it. Now that the surprise was wearing off, his stubbornness was coming back up to rear its head.

"Just because I had a little... blood?" He dipped his head down, whispering the word as he looked around.

"You make blood sound so pedestrian." He rolls his eyes, of course blood, especially Vampire blood would have those kinds of properties. He just had to hope that the boy didn't get himself in any trouble because that would just be chaos.

"It's pretty much in everyone that exists. You don't get more pedestrian than that."

[Damon sighs.]

You humans think just because there's enough of something makes it normal, blood is special, especially my blood and not only because I'm a vampire but because I'm just special.

"Right. You're 'special'. Is this like the hooked on phonics kind of special? Because that's not something to be proud of."

"No its more the 'best male vampire of the century' kind of special." He takes a drink of his beer, the traces of blood good and properly gone from his lips. "Actually I'm special in all kinds of good, fun ways."

"Why do I feel like I'm opening up this huge can of worms by asking 'in what ways'?" He was still playing with his bottle, not having had any of it yet.

Damon doesn't like that Stiles seems so reluctant to drink, after all he thought guys his age just loved getting illegally wasted but he doesn't mention it just yet, he'd be drinking in no time.

"Oh you know, there's the advanced capabilities and then I'm all kinds of special in the bedroom." He waggles his eyebrows suggestively because let's face it they are probably the most expressive feature he has.

Stiles was leery about getting wasted with strange supernatural creatures. Getting smashed with his best friend was one thing, but getting buzzed and/or drunk with someone that had just fed off him was another.

"What sort of advanced capabilities?" He rolled his eyes at the bedroom remark, both because he wouldn't know good from bad and the guy seemed the type to brag about it.

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Is Damon actually biting Stiles okay or~

Yep =)

Awesome!

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Oh sugar forgot this was prose >.>

At least you tagged with the right char =)

Ahaha we're just full of mistakes tonight

It must be a universal Monday?