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ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ

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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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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.

"There's the speed, strength, devilish good looks." He smiles, taking a drink before turning to face Stiles full on. "And the mind control..."

He said it mostly to freak him out, after all Damon could have the boy do anything he so desired with a simple few words and he wanted to see how Stiles would react to that.

The last one had him slanting Damon a suspicious look. "Mind control?"

Yeah, he was fifty shades of not cool with that. Having werewolves that could toss him around against his volition was bad enough, but having someone that could, what, glamour him into doing things? Nope. Not cool.

"Mind control..." He places his glass to his lips with a look of almost pleasure at Stiles' reaction.

"Don't worry I haven't used it yet, everything so far has been all your own reaction." He gets a bit of a sick delight out of saying that, meaning that anything Stiles might have felt for Damon regardless of how troubling they might be.

"Really? Then I guess that rules out you making me kick you in the balls." He gave Damon a smug and satisfied look at that. Yeah, he'd kicked you in the balls, vampire. Score one for team human.

"Let's try not remind ourselves of that little incident." He doesn't quite like that smug look. "I might make you pay for it later. Now drink, your sobriety upsets me."

"Why not. I'd say it's a pretty memorable event. I found out that vampires have nards. Doesn't get more memorable than that." He looked down at his drink, then back up at Damon. "Why? did you put something in it?"

"What made you think we didn't?" Brow raising of epic proportions here. "And no, its beer you kids are meant to love beer." Damon was totally having a crisis, was he out of touch with the youth of America?

He shrugged. "For all I know, you're like the Dogma angels. All smooth and useless down there." He grinned wider, feeling a little better now that he had the vampire supposedly ill at ease. He played with the bottle, still not drinking it. "Yeah, well, I'm also a minor in a bar and my dad's the sheriff. Kind of a bad thing to be busted by your dad."

"Your dad's the sheriff?" God what was it with Damon and happening to run into Sheriff's kids and using them for his own gains. He sighs slightly. "And about that other thing? Definitely not useless down there..."

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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?

Truth!

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