A/N: I really didn't need a new story to work on, but this came into my head and demanded to be written. It was going to just be a smutty one-shot, but it also decided it wanted to be a whole story, although I think it will be shorter than my other stories (maybe seven or eight chapters?). I'm a little nervous about it since I've never written slash before, so feedback would be much appreciated (including constructive criticism).

This takes place after 3x09 "Homecoming," although I'm pretty sure this isn't the direction the show will go ;)

Warning: This story contains male-on-male slash and is fully deserving of an M or even NC-17 rating. Don't read if you don't like that sort of thing ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries or Damon, unfortunately. This story is just me playing with the characters for fun. I do own Aedan and the plot, however.

Chapter 1

Damon was just looking for information about Klaus. They had heard that this particular vampire might know something, and that was how Damon found himself on the porch of an opulent home on an isolated estate. He was looking around in admiration when he suddenly found himself slammed into the wall.

The other vampire pinned Damon's hands at his sides, and as Damon struggled against the hold he realized that he just might be in trouble. This vampire was a lot stronger than he was, and he couldn't move at all. The other vampire was a couple of inches taller than Damon, with sharp, chiseled features and sandy blond hair. Cold gray eyes stared into his. "Who are you?"

Damon stopped struggling and went to Plan B. He widened his own blue eyes, tilted his head, and smiled crookedly. "Damon, Damon Salvatore. Look I think there's been a misunderstanding here. . . ."

The other vampire interrupted him. "Damon – it suits you." Damon couldn't read the look on the other man's face, but he found himself admiring the other's features and fit, muscular build. And those eyes might be cold, but he thought he saw something – a spark – in their depths.

He was blindsided when the other man kissed him. The lips were aggressive against his, and the man nibbled at Damon's lower lip in a way that sent an involuntary shiver through the younger vampire. But when he pulled away slightly, Damon knew he had to put a stop to this. He started to speak, "Hey, I don't . . ." And then the lips were back on his own, and he knew he had made a mistake because now the other vampire's tongue was exploring his mouth, plundering it. He heard a moan, and he was afraid that it had come from him. A very talented mouth was still teasing him, and then Damon was kissing back because he was Damon Salvatore, and really what else was he supposed to do?

They were both gasping for air when the other vampire finally released Damon's mouth. Unfortunately, he didn't release Damon's arms, keeping him pinned helplessly against the wall. Damon squirmed against his grip, a bit uncomfortable with the whole situation and trying to pretend that he wasn't as turned on as he was. He tried another tack. "Who are you?"

The gray eyes were dark with desire as they met Damon's, although there was a definite spark of humor there now. "You're the one who came looking for me."

Damon tried to stay focused. "I'm looking for Aedan O'Reilly."

"You found him." At Damon's look of surprise, he tilted his head. "Not what you expected?"

Before Damon could answer, Aedan nuzzled down Damon's neck, and one hand released Damon's only to rip Damon's shirt from his body. But then Damon was held against the wall by a hand splayed against his bare chest, and the other man's mouth was moving down his body, stopping to lick and tease at his hard nipple. Damon moaned again; then he yelped in surprise as the other vampire bit his nipple. His hips thrust off the wall involuntarily and he closed his eyes against the wave of desire that washed through him. This situation was well and truly out of control, and Damon was trying to care and figure a way out but his body was betraying him. And it wasn't like he had any control over things, anyway, and he was . . . liking that.

The other vampire straightened and kissed Damon again, their tongues dueling. His lower body was pressing hard against Damon's now, and Damon could feel the other's arousal – not too mention his own. He wriggled, pretending he was trying to get free even as his movement served primarily to create friction as his groin rubbed against the other vampire's. This time it was Aedan who groaned hungrily, his mouth momentarily abandoning its exploration of Damon's. "Do that again," he murmured, and Damon found himself obeying, rubbing himself against the other man again.

Aedan's lips tickled Damon's ear. "I'm going to fuck you senseless," he whispered roughly. Damon couldn't stop the shudder of anticipation that ran through his whole body even as a little voice in his head said that this was all wrong, that he was supposed to be the one in control. The other vampire was nuzzling the most sensitive spot on Damon's neck again, and he tilted his head automatically to give him better access. Then he froze as he felt fangs penetrate his neck, drawing at his blood. He couldn't do anything but try to relax, well aware that he was being thoroughly dominated. But there was something about the way the other vampire's body kept him pinned, something about the fangs buried in his neck that made Damon want to submit. He moaned again, and a shiver of desire ran through him.

Aedan finally withdrew his fangs, and Damon felt a tongue flick out to lick away the last drops of his blood as the two small wounds on his neck healed almost instantly. He heard another whisper next to his ear. "You taste exquisite." And then the other vampire was kissing him again, and Damon could taste the traces of his own blood in the other's mouth. He decided it was fucking hot.

He felt hands at the waistband of his jeans, and then they were unfastening the button and ripping down the zipper. Aedan slid down Damon's body until he was kneeling, then he jerked Damon's jeans and boxers down around his ankles, exposing his cock. Damon looked down to see the pleased look in the other man's eyes at his size. "Hmmm, very nice," the vampire murmured. He stroked a hand along Damon's hard length, and Damon moaned incoherently. He writhed and threw his head back as he felt a tongue replace the hand, and Aedan clamped his hands on Damon's hips to hold him immobile.

"Fuck," Damon gasped. "Who are you?"

Aedan ignored him as he licked drops of precum from Damon's cock. He continued teasing at Damon's erection with his mouth as his hands snaked around to Damon's ass. A moment later, Damon felt a finger penetrate him. He froze, his body tensing at the unexpected sensation. He had been with other men before – he was 170 years old, easily bored, and had lived through the 1960s and 1970s, after all – but never like this. He had always been the one in control. "Wait," he whispered. "Please."

Aedan stopped, and his voice was softer than Damon had expected. "Relax. I promise you'll like it." Something about the words and the other's touch did relax Damon, and he felt some of the tension flow from his body. A second finger entered, stretching him out, even as the other vampire's tongue traced along the underside of his cock.

Then suddenly the other vampire stood up, his touch momentarily gone from Damon's body. Damon moaned in frustration, all hesitation forgotten. His cock throbbed, and he was desperate for his release. "Please," he muttered again, his tone entirely different this time as he begged for more.

Aedan said nothing, but he kissed Damon again, hard, as he jerked Damon's leg up to his hip. Before the younger vampire could say or do anything to object, the other man thrust into him, unexpectedly quickly. Aedan was big, as big as Damon, and it hurt. Damon gasped, but the pain was gone almost immediately as his healing kicked in and his body accommodated the other man's length. The other vampire paused for a moment, allowing Damon to adjust, before he pulled Damon's other leg up. Damon instinctively wrapped his legs around the man's waist as he was shoved hard into the rough wall. "Shit," he groaned. "This is . . . "

His words were cut off as the other vampire pulled out and thrust hard into him. Damon cried out abruptly as a deep wave of pleasure unlike anything he had ever felt before washed over him. "Oh fuck," he moaned.

Those gray eyes were looking at him with amusement, and hunger. "I told you you'd like it."

Then he was slamming into Damon, over and over, hitting that spot perfectly every time, and his hand was stroking Damon's cock again. Damon was vaguely aware of the incoherent stream of moans and curse words coming out of his mouth, but mostly he was completely lost in the ecstasy of every touch. It wasn't long before his orgasm rolled through his body, and he tightened around the other man even as his seed spilled messily between them. Damon felt like he was going to pass out from the sheer intensity of the pleasure, and he was suddenly glad that the other vampire was holding him up. His head sank to Aedan's shoulder as the aftermath of release washed over him.

But the other vampire only gave him a second, and Damon was still feeling aftershocks of pleasure when he suddenly found himself back on his own shaky legs. He was instantly flipped around so that his face was pressed against the wall, and then Aedan drove into him again. This was a new angle, but Damon gasped as the other man hit that same spot again. "Ahhh," he moaned helplessly. He already felt weak, wrung out, and if anything, Aedan was thrusting deeper and harder into him now, filling him completely. Part of Damon bemoaned being on the receiving end of the vampire stamina that he himself had used to good effect so many times. He wasn't sure how much more he could take, but it felt dirty and wrong and fucking amazing and he gave himself over to the pleasure.

The other vampire's voice came roughly in Damon's ear. "Do you like this?" He stilled inside Damon, and Damon was well aware that he wasn't going to move again until he got the answer he wanted. And Damon needed him to move.

"Yes, fuck yes," he gasped out. Aedan grasped Damon's hips and shifted them slightly so that he brushed against Damon's insides just right. "Fuck, please," Damon said desperately, needing more friction. "I need . . ."

His words turned into a cry of pleasure as the other vampire thrust into him hard again, giving him what he wanted. "Do you need that?" he asked, and Damon couldn't believe that the other man was still so coherent.

"Yes, yes, yes." Damon found himself repeating the word, falling apart as the other vampire finally sped up his thrusts again. He was certain now that he couldn't take any more pleasure; every nerve in his body was on overload and he couldn't do anything but try to hang onto some semblance of self-awareness. The only thing holding him up was the wall into which he was being driven over and over again, no longer even able to brace himself.

He heard the other man's voice near his ear, rough with pleasure. "I told you I'd fuck you senseless."

Damon's eyes almost rolled back in his head as Aedan deepened his thrusts one last time, but Damon could feel him losing his rhythm and knew that the other man was finally close. Then his head was jerked away from the wall with a sudden force that probably would have snapped a human in half. Damon gasped helplessly as he felt the other vampire's fangs dig into his neck even as he pumped his seed into Damon. It was agony and ecstasy all at once, being filled and drained at the same time, and all so new and unfamiliar and wrong.

Damon was vaguely aware of a last little cry slipping from his lips, but the other vampire seemed to keep drinking from him for a very long time, his arm around Damon's stomach the only thing holding the younger vampire up. Finally, Damon felt the fangs slip from his neck, and Aedan placed a soft kiss on his shoulder. When the other vampire finally released him, Damon collapsed to the ground, feeling like a rag doll as he sank into a boneless heap of limbs. A moment later, he passed out.

•••••

Aedan frowned down at Damon where he lay on his front porch. He slowly buttoned his own jeans. That had gotten more than a little out of hand. He had just intended to intimidate his visitor a little, but then Damon had given him that sexy, flirtatious smile and things had, well, escalated from there. He had clearly been in hiding too long if he was jumping any vampire who showed up on his property, he thought ruefully. But his mysterious visitor had been so damn responsive, from that first moment he had returned Aedan's kiss, that it was like he had been delivered a perfect little sex toy to his house. He knew he had gotten out of control, though, when he had bitten Damon. The young vampire's blood had just tasted so damn good, fresh and flavored with the rush of pleasure, that Aedan hadn't wanted to stop. He knew he had taken too much blood, though, and that was the main reason why Damon was now passed out on his porch.

He reminded himself that Damon was a vampire, and he would recover just fine. He could just leave him there, and his unwanted guest would undoubtedly be gone by morning. He hadn't missed the ring on Damon's finger, so the sun wouldn't hurt the young vampire, and Aedan could return to his peaceful life, unbothered by the world – and far from the radar of his enemies. He certainly didn't care about this black-haired vampire who never should have found him in the first place, even if he was sexy as hell and an amazing fuck.

But Aedan didn't move, watching as Damon shifted slightly but didn't wake. He was lying in an awkward heap, and Aedan itched to at least shift him into a more comfortable sleeping position. This Damon Salvatore was undeniably gorgeous with his lean body, every muscle perfectly defined and not an ounce of fat anywhere, not to mention that tight, perfect ass. His face, even slack in sleep, matched his body, with perfect pink lips, high cheekbones, and sculpted features topped by thick, dark hair, now messy from their activities. And those eyes. They were closed now, but Aedan had been around a very long time, and he had never seen eyes quite that pale blue color, let alone that expressive. It would be a long time before he forgot the image of Damon as he came or the sexy little, and not-so-little, sounds that he had made under Aedan's touch.

After another long moment of hesitation, he bent down and gathered Damon's body into his arms. It would be rather humiliating, after all, to wake up naked on a porch, and Damon didn't really deserve to be humiliated. He certainly didn't care about his visitor in the slightest, but there was no reason to be rude. And he still didn't know why this stranger had come looking for him, which could be important information. He would get the answers in the morning, and then he would send this Damon Salvatore on his way.

Damon gave a little sigh in his arms as Aedan kicked open his front door and carried his burden inside.