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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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"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..."

"Yep." It was both the bane of his existence and how he got to do some pretty terribly horrible things. So, it evened out. He snorted a laugh at the last remark. "That's what they all say."

Damon rolls his eyes, acting unperturbed about the Sheriff deal. It wasn't exactly something he had to worry about so far from Mystic Falls. "Well I mean it, kid."

"Oh, I'm sure you do. Might not make it true, but I'm sure there's all the meaning in the world behind it."

Yes, Stiles was in smug little shit mode. You're welcome.

"Do you want me to use you as a smoothie again?" He raises his eyebrow questioningly, eager to remind the boy that Damon may be enjoying his company but he had an aggressive streak a mile long.

"Not really, no." He waggled his beer at him before taking a small sip. Why did beer always have to taste like shit?

Damon grins at that, a smile full of teeth. "Good, then we'll get along just fine."

"Aren't you just passing through? Don't vampires just flit around like creepy bats?"

"I like to at least settle for a couple days, see what's around." He grins mischievously.

"Why don't you just make it a drive through visit and leave tonight?" It was a suggestion he hoped the vampire would take, since that meant it was less things his dad had to worry about.

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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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