Title: Preywound

Type: Slash, first time, hidden scenes, TV

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing/s: Jeremy/Tyler (Jyler, Emocub)

Episode Setting: Somewhere between Season 1's Episode 11 "Bloodlines" and Episode 12 "Unpleasantville"

Word Count: 3804

Summary: Having grown tired of his history project for Mr Saltzman, Jeremy overhears Matt and Elena talking downstairs and gets to a spot of craftiness. Since his attempts to have Tyler respond to him directly haven't worked, Jeremy uses Matt's phone to text him and invite him over. The two go on to bicker and in time, some confessions are made. Naughtiness ensues, and neither of them expected it…or did they? Either way, it seems like the boys have finally come to some arrangement.

Warnings: This is my first ever Vampire Diaries slashfic, so keep that in mind. As an attempt to give this fic a little extra personality, it's also the first time ever that I've attempted alternating person view (mostly third person omniscient with a little touch of "stream of consciousness voice" thrown in at times) in a fic, so if it winds up sounding sketchy, don't judge. Like all of my fics this one does not consist of spiteful smut. I let sexual chemistry and interactions build up somewhat believably and naturally so if you have no interest in good characterization, humour or nifty dialogue and just want Jeremy and Tyler to just wake up gay and have full penetrative anal sex with each other after the first paragraph and then act like it's normal, turn away now. May be slightly spoilerish to those who have not seen "Bloodlines" (the 11th episode of Season 1) and perhaps other episodes prior to that. Includes mature language and situations. Also depending on the age of Jeremy Gilbert in The Vampire Diaries TV series (which has been suggested as 15 years old) this fic may be considered by some as having underage elements.

NOTE: NonCrit, if I wanted or needed a critique I would employ a professional, thankyou. If you ignore this and give a critique anyway, you are a massive, useless penis. NC-17 rating is given in accordance to the series, not any individual chapter of the series (some chapters may be tamer than others).

Disclaimer: Don't own The Vampire Diaries or the characters, just like writing about it and them and making them do dirty stuffz.

Sitting on his bed whilst working on his project for Mr Saltzman, Jeremy wasn't sure why his focus had been pulled to other things, nor why now instead of paperwork being scattered around him, all over his bed, there now was intensely drawn black and white sketches, some of Alaric, some of his unusual ring. He came to a sort of discomfort as his eyes found a series of other drawings, and quite rightly so; it seemed that without really thinking of it, Jeremy's pencil had found a number of illustrious ways to recount recent events involving himself and Tyler Lockwood in a questionable situation that occurred within Mystic High's communal showers. Panic sent his mind into ticklish worry for a few moments, and his heartbeat raced; what would Elena or Jenna think if they found all these drawings of naked men that were all too identifiable, face-up, all over Jeremy's bed, etched by the youngest Gilbert's own hand? Motherfucking gay! It wasn't like he was actually gay or anything, but still, Jeremy was one sudden intrusion of his room away from being thought a closet case, and so with that thought he quickly gathered all his sketches and frantically stuffed them into the drawer at the side of his bed. Frustrated now, Jeremy had grown tired of working on his history project, and so he shut Johnathan Gilbert's journal and placed it upon his bedside cabinet, hand appreciating the rough, varied textures of it's cover after doing so.

The distant pitch of a familiar voice distracted him; Matt was downstairs talking to Elena. Why didn't those two just get a room and get it over with? Maybe that Stefan guy would even join in, after all, he used way too much hair product to be completely heterosexual, didn't he? In any case, Jeremy knew his sister, and he knew that however in love she was with this Stefan Salvatore, she wasn't quite done with Matt just yet; the way she almost blushed whenever he smiled at her or paid her compliment, the lilt of her voice when she tried not to flirt with him. Couldn't blame her for it either, after all Matt was a little too fucking perfect, which was just perfect enough; a nice guy, great looking, awesome body and popular without being a dick about it; the golden boy of Mystic Falls. Trust Elena to be the one to turn him down. Douche.

All of a sudden, Jeremy found his back against the wall, pacing his feet softly down the stairway, not wanting to be heard. He kept listening to the conversation between Matt and his sister; it seemed she'd called him over to take her somewhere in his car. She had some nerve, Jeremy thought, expecting people to drop everything for her, especially when the person in question still wanted her in ways she wasn't willing to be had by them. Jeremy was somewhat protective of Matt though, since the older boy had always looked out for him and given him the time of day when others dismissed Jeremy for being a problem and a loser. Elena shouldn't have used him the way she tended to, when there were no other options, even if it wasn't meant to be malicious.

As Jeremy's feet came silently upon the floor of the hallway, he let rip a victorious fist pump for just a second; Matt had taken his coat off and hung it on the banister, and as Jeremy was soon to discover after quickly rummaging around in it's pockets, he'd left his cell phone there. Eyes shifting with anxiety towards being caught, Jeremy chewed his lip as he fumbled through the functions of Matt's phone, knowing his actions to be more than a little bit devious. Scrolling through Matt's phonebook, Jeremy's finger selected Tyler's number via the touch screen interface and went on to complete and send the following text "At Elena's, need to talk. Come over when you get this". And just as soon as the message was sent, Jeremy's eyes widened at the fact that this had probably been a big mistake, one that would end with him getting yet another mother of all ass whoopings. He slid the phone back into Matt's coat pocket and walked through to the kitchen, smiling at Matt as he caught his eye along the way, returning back to his bedroom with a glass of water thereafter. As he heard Elena and Matt drive off minutes later, Jeremy was sort of excited about what was to happen next, knowing he'd done something bad, and even knowing that Tyler would not be pleased at all to learn he'd been duped into coming over to the Gilberts', and by Jeremy; not his favourite person to say the least, even if the recent weirdness that had gone down was put to one side, and oh how it wasn't about to be.

"Matt? Elena?", Tyler's voice sounded as he let himself in, in a way that was effortlessly deeper than Jeremy's more youthful one, front door closing behind him. Jeremy could hear Tyler pacing around downstairs in pursuit of anyone that might be home, a certain thrill snaking up his back as he heard Tyler plodding heavily up the stairs, upon realising that if anybody was in, they must have been there. "Hello? Anyone ho-", as Tyler swung his head into every room, hands holding on to the door frames as he did so, his speech was cut abruptly, upon poking his head into Jeremy's room, coming to the conclusion that since Jeremy was the only one home, it must have really been him who'd called him over, "-It was you, Gilbert? You used Matt's phone to call me over? What the fuck is it with you, are you in love with me or some shit?"

"Well, I tried inviting you over myself-", Jeremy attempted to explain, but was interrupted by an angry Tyler, who perhaps fortunately for now, refused to fully enter the room.

"-Yeah, and that didn't work out did it Gilbert? Because guess what; I don't wanna be seen dead with you. We're not friends…I have nothing to say to you, so drop the obsession J. I mean seriously, are you stalking me now?", Lockwood scowled, in that way that he did; threatening that the situation would escalate to a violent one soon, if even slightly provoked. His dark eyes burnt through Jeremy punishingly, so easily full of hate that it disheartened the young Gilbert sibling; still, Tyler did just call him J again, causing Jeremy to smirk just a little and only for a moment, because maybe it meant that all of this hatred was just a pretence after all. And then, Tyler noticed something that caused his tone and manner to shift to a less aggressive one; Johnathan Gilbert's journal, "What's that?"

"Oh, so now you wanna talk to me?", Jeremy asked with rhetorical cadence, "You can't just keep doing that Tyler, running hot and cold all the time…one minute hating me and the next, treating me like an actual human being. It's not cool.", he stood his ground, not about to let Tyler just treat him any way he liked and get away with it, not that he could actually do much to correct his behaviour, ultimately.

"Tell me…tell me where you got this from.", Tyler demanded whilst holding up the journal he just grabbed in one firm, strong hand, his sudden entrance into Jeremy's bedroom somewhat intimidating.

"Why do you care, Tyler? What's it to you? Why don't you just drop the macho bullshit act for once and tell me what's going on with you?", Jeremy's back stiffened a little, defensively, prepared in case Tyler chose to lash out at him.

"It's just…I-", Tyler looked troubled, as though it was difficult for him to think or even find words at all, perhaps even that it was difficult to admit his own thoughts to himself, "-I'm going through something, OK? Something you wouldn't understand…fuck knows I don't.", he finally submitted, quelling his anger and taking a seat at the foot of Jeremy's bed, his back to the younger boy as he tossed the journal back on top of the surface he took it from, carelessly.

"Is it…are you on steroids?", Jeremy softly asked, one hand placed on Tyler's shoulder, and with concern in his eyes.

"What!", the more athletic young man shot, shrugging the hand from his shoulder unkindly.

"Well, I was thinking about your mood swings, and your anger…and what happened in the showers-", and before Jeremy was able to finish, Tyler cut him off again.

"-Oh so your Magnum fucking PI now? I'm not on roids genius, and that's rich coming from you…I'm not the junkie in the room.", Tyler's response was a fiery one, as he turned to face Jeremy who lay at the head of the bed, and if looks could kill Jeremy would have been murdered a few times over.

"Then…what is it? Are you…", for once, Jeremy hesitated to complete a question, knowing it best not to offend an already riled Tyler, with it.

"Am I what?"

"Are you gay?", Jeremy concluded, regretful that he had been forced to.

"What the fuck, Gilbert! Where do you get off calling me gay? It's you who's stalking my life, playing your little games, tricking me to come over to your house.", apparently, Tyler did not like his sexuality being in question.

"So you're not?"

"Fuck off Gilbert!"

"But what happened in the showers…you had a-"

"Yeah and I wasn't the only one now was I? So what does that make you J? Are you a fucking queer?"

"Maybe.", and Jeremy's calmly spoken answer took Tyler off guard.

"Maybe? What kind of shit is that, Gilbert? You either are or you're not, so what is it?", Tyler pressed him, somewhat intrigued by Jeremy's lack of attitude when his own potential gayness has been put under the magnifying glass.

"Like I'd tell you…you hate me, and trust me, with that being the case, you really don't wanna know."

"I don't think so Gilbert, you better fucking spill…I'm all ears.", and this turn in events had even caused Tyler to swivel in his seat so he fully faced the other boy now. Jeremy could feel every one of Tyler's looks on his body, making him hot, making him sweat, pinning him in place.

"I'm not into guys…not really.", he gulped, before finding the nerve to say what he'd intended to all along, "I'm not into…other guys.", and instead of this revelation setting off Tyler into a blind rage, it seemed to soothe him. Lockwood's eyes remained closed, an uncomfortable silence spilling into the room thereafter, Jeremy struggled to backtrack a little, or at least justify his confessions, "I mean it's not like I planned to feel this way, or like I even know if I'm into you-into you…I just know that there's something going on between-"

"Shut up.", Tyler almost whispered, huskily, looking painfully uncomfortable.

"I just wanted to explain that I'm not even sure what-"

"I said shut up, Gilbert.", and with that, Tyler shifted over to the top of the bed and, pinning Jeremy's hands down, lowered his head to steal a passionate, audibly wet kiss from his lips, his skin so hot it was surreal to the younger boy, burning to the touch almost, his strength and power weighing down on Jeremy like that of ten men; a force at play that Jeremy could not explain. The way in which Tyler kissed him was one of unbridled greed; he was a good kisser, but one of insatiable passion and if Jeremy had ever wondered what it was to be kissed by a man then now he knew, for Tyler's kisses were inarguably masculine. Lockwood reverberated low pitched moans of involuntary pleasure from the pit of his throat, which sent vibrations through Jeremy's own delicate and nervous lips, which were intermittently licked at and lightly bitten upon. Jeremy could barely move, isolated by the total shock of not only Tyler's advances towards him, but how severely fucking sexy this felt; he'd never felt anything so good, or imagined anything like it. Gilbert's breathing became at times strained and at others erratic, as Tyler's tongue continued in exciting him, large powerful hands now running through his hair and making easy commands of the younger boy's body, pressing down upon it and sliding over it's flesh beneath clothing. And then, within an instant, Jeremy found himself feeling discarded, as the kiss had ended, Tyler backing away from him now, kneeling on the bed, at Jeremy's side, his head hung down.

"What…was that?", Jeremy barely had breath for the question, his eyes glossy with disbelief.

"Something I had to find out.", Tyler said, not looking happy with this predicament, in fact looking and sounding as though trouble was afoot.

"Did you…like it?"

"That's just it, J…I did like it, even though I shouldn't, even though I don't want to. I liked it more than I've ever liked it…and now it's all I can think about…and I just want to do it again.", hearing those words from his mouth sent Jeremy's mind into overdrive, as well as his libido; Tyler fucking Lockwood wanted him, "But I'm not gay…I know I'm not. Hours and hours of online gay porn and I didn't even get one boner. It's just you…ever since I've been going through these…changes…I can't get you out of my head. I want you, and it makes me fucking insane.", and even though he was clearly tortured by such findings, Tyler never looked or sounded more attractive; his voice no more than a sexy rustling of paper almost, his expression one of fire and contempt. Now it all made sense; why Tyler was so hell-bent upon making his own personal urinal cake out of Jeremy's life, because for whatever reason, Jeremy made him feel things that didn't belong within him, desires and impulses that were foreign and forbidden. With just one kiss, Tyler had erased every crime ever committed upon the younger boy.

"You can do it again, if you want…you can kiss me.", Jeremy proposed, hypnotised by the older boy's erotic thrall, still tense at what was to happen, a rush of nerves crashing through him like a virgin seconds before their first fuck.

"Don't say that.", the older boy pleaded monotonously, with self control reluctantly fleeting.

"I want you to.", how mind-numbingly naughty this was, to have Tyler fucking Lockwood on his bed like this, mesmerised and wanting him, Tyler, the superjock of Mystic Falls, the quintessential badboy, the pussy magnet; his. And still, even with request made and insisted upon, Tyler did not comply, nor did he look Jeremy directly in the eye. But Jeremy, though not hateful or aggressive, was no angel, and he has ways of getting what he wanted and more. He grabbed Tyler's hand and squeezed it around his own clothed erection, that innocently featured face of his looking so coldly devious as he did so, so delicious.

"Jeremy what…your…I-", clearly, having his hand forced around Jeremy's cock had thrilled him, as once again Tyler found it impossible to construct a comprehendible sentence. However, the only squeezing or pumping of dick that came, was that which Jeremy set in motion. Even though Tyler's mouth formed circles that told of his enjoyment at the appendage he now handled, he seemed anaesthetised by his pleasure, and thus did not make actions his own. A good attempt nonetheless, and at least Jeremy could say he had been felt up by Tyler fucking Lockwood. Since his first efforts had not resulted as intended, Jeremy took to alternative course, kneeling up to face Tyler from the side, his hands now fidgeting with the denim of Tyler's fly and all things that held it attached. The precision of his fingers had diminished for the fervour that came with seeing the hefty, solid bulge of Tyler's, threatening to burst and rip through his jeans, but eventually, Jeremy came to success in unfastening what needed to be unfastened. Just before he yanked Tyler's jeans down, Tyler grabbed at Jeremy's wrist in a last ditch effort to prevent what was sure to soon happen, but with one tentatively gentle look from Jeremy, this restrictive grip was released.

Jeremy's mouth watered as he unveiled his prize, hooking his fingers under the waistband of Tyler's underwear to pull them down with his jeans. He took a moment to awe at Tyler's big, meaty cock, dark in colour in emphasis of the older boy's somewhat olive skin, bulbous maroon head, throbbing and raging. Jeremy had never seen a dick this hard before, which was perhaps impressive since he only had porn as a reference. Tyler's lips were wet with anticipation, and Jeremy could take no more of it; he grabbed Tyler's thick tool and pumped at it just once before noting how hot to the touch it was, a sudden stream of watery precum tearing from the eye of Tyler's prick, filling the air with sexual aroma and coating Jeremy's palm with it's sordid grease. Jeremy had never felt so lucky, or ecstatic, this big, beautiful dick in his hands and Tyler at his mercy, moaning lowly as he continued to tug; he wasn't sure whether to live for the moment and continue until Tyler came, or stop to thank whatever God had made this situation possible. Both hands tight around Tyler's wide prick now, Jeremy went on to a feverish pace, twisting his hands slightly as he worked them over the golden piece within them, root to tip, causing Tyler to jolt and shudder in nervous reaction, in random intervals, his breath escaping him in ways that sounded so madly erogenous that Jeremy found himself wishing that he had an extra set of hands so that he might relieve his own hard dick. Tyler shut his eyes firmly as he moaned and grimaced, exasperated as Jeremy worked his cock with all the censorship of a kid in a candy store for the very first time; moan and breath eventually became one, and progressively louder and louder.

"Don't fight it, Tyler…I want you to…I want you to cum.", and as soon as Jeremy had delivered his request, Tyler's eyes were open and on him, fiercely so, and they seemed different, predatory and of different hue, for just a moment. His gazes fixed with deadly determination to the one who milked him, Tyler bit down on his own teeth looking thirsty for blood, the maniacal darkness of a man possessed filling his eyes. Jeremy worked his cock much faster now and with just one hand, the other having moved Tyler's shirt up to bare his torso, the firm, toned flesh of which said hand went on to smooth over, "Do it Tyler. Cum. I wanna…see you-"

"-Fuck, you little…fuck!", Tyler grunted startlingly, his eyes shut tight and his lips contorted with fluctuating compulsions of lust, and then it happened. Making sounds as though he were in pain, his hips bucked forward and his body proceeded to contort sensitively, ad Jeremy pulled out ropes and ropes of his hot, bittersweet spunk. Jeremy was amazed at it; how it felt to make Tyler cum, how Tyler shivered when he rolled his fist over his slippery, raw cockhead now that it was sensitive with orgasm; nobody need buy him a present this Christmas. Tyler's thick white seed pumped out forcefully at first, three quick streams jetting out and hitting him in the neck and face, the rest of his mess spilling out more softly until eventually it merely oozed from the eye of his chunky prick. Jeremy's hand's still on him softly, Tyler opened his eyes and pulled the boy to him with uncompromising pressure, pulling Jeremy's mouth into his as though desperate for it. Jeremy licked unsophisticatedly at the musky splashes of jism found at Tyler's neck and chin, then fed the flavours into his mouth, both tongues fighting for dominance and claim over the sinful taste within the mouth of the boy who had shot the load. No matter how many times Jeremy had thought the kiss over enough to break away from it, he found only Tyler's wanting eyes searching his face for more and pulling him in again, the naughty wet sounds filling his ears with titillation.

Eventually though, it was over, and both boys laid upon Jeremy's bed side by side, exhausted by the zeal of their own desires, Tyler's arm snaked underneath Jeremy's neck, hand resting on his chest. They lay there like this for minutes of peaceful reflection, and it was the first time that Jeremy had ever felt safe around Tyler; he didn't ever want this moment to end. Once Lockwood had gathered his thoughts, he looked to Jeremy with a playful smirk and proceeded to pass comment, "You're good at that.", he said, before quickly getting to his feet and pulling up his jeans to fasten them.

"That's it? You treat me like shit, you get a hand job, and then you're out of here? Just like that?", blurted a troubled and antagonized Jeremy, who suddenly felt used and like nothing had changed between them after all, which only made Tyler chuckle grittily.

"No, that isn't it. Relax J, you'll get yours…and I'm thinking next time, we'll do my place…more privacy, noone's ever home.", Tyler said, with a sort of warm, light-hearted colouring to his tone that Jeremy was not used to at all, "You gotta bring that journal with you though, I think it might have some answers.".

"Where are you going now?", Jeremy asked like a lovesick puppy, rolling to the other side of the bed, closest to Tyler, longing for more.

"I said I'd meet up with Matt and Elena, something important's going down that Little Gilbert isn't invited to."

"Wait…you mean-"

"-That I texted back after getting your message, and soon learnt that Matt hadn't sent it at all? I guess you could say that,", Tyler sniggered, looking proud of himself.

"So why the fuck did you come here, Tyler?", Jeremy was not impressed.

"Thought I'd see what you wanted. Little did I know it was me.", he smirked again, more wildly this time.

"Fuck you Tyler.", a pissed-off Jeremy cursed, because he didn't like being played, Tyler simply responding with a mischievous wink, and within seconds he had left the Gilbert household, slamming the front door shut behind him. Now that Tyler was gone, Jeremy's expression turned from a frowning one to one of dirty tomfoolery, as he lay flat on his back and spat in the palm of his hand to take care of the aching hard on that Tyler had left him with.

THE END