by Martha Woods
We would have to change the sheets first though, the sheer pleasure of my orgasm drenching the sheets around us in sweat. Damon bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood as he thrust as much as he could handle, pulling out of me swiftly and pumping himself to completion, rope after rope of his hot cum painting my stomach and my breasts, each drop that slid down my skin feeling like pure lava. Not that there was that much time to focus on it, Damon almost collapsing on top of me and pressing our bodies together, exhaustion finally taking its toll on the both of us.
“That… was incredible Amy,” He laughed, “I might be… covered in my own cum since my legs don’t work right now but… holy shit.”
“Your legs don’t work?” I giggled, “How do you think I feel? I’m going to be so hunched over people are going to wonder if I got attacked before we even get there!”
He winced. “Sorry about that, I might have gotten a little carried away there. But…” He leaned in, biting down on my ear lightly. “Maybe it’ll be good to have something to show Vincent that I’m in charge…”
“Oh my god you two are never going to get over this little feud of yours, are you?”
“Probably not, but that doesn’t have to be a bad thing. After all, how do you think we’ll try and work things out when the thing that we’re competitive over is you?”
I had to admit that I hadn’t thought of it that way, and the concept of them showing their competitive edge around me was… enticing to say the least. I would prefer that they get along, but the thought that they would be even more aggressive in bed was almost enough to drive me over the edge once more. But we had a long road to travel before we got there, and the first step on that road had now become getting a shower.
It was always going to be, but having my front covered in Damon’s cum rocketed it further in urgency.
“Come on Damon, get up. We need to go have a shower.”
“Mm… let’s just lie like this for five more minutes, please?” He looked into my eyes, blushing as he admitted, “You’re… soft, it makes me feel calmer about what we’re about to do.”
After a confession like that, I could hardly deny him, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him as closely as I could. Maybe we could stay there for another ten minutes.
* * *
Our ten minutes was up far too quickly, the cold of the night hitting our naked bodies and driving us from the bed into the shower. We resisted the urge to go for round two (or three as it turned out), the growing ache in my hips and the hot water all that I needed to be satisfied with myself. Besides, we had to capture a serial killed a perform a ritual to bring my other boyfriend back to… undeath, how would I be able to look myself in the mirror knowing that I’d given up the chance to see him again because I’d gotten distracted experimenting with anal? I was not some frat boy at a party, I had some self-control.
I don’t think Damon would have made any moves even if he did think I was interested in another romp, hissing every time he brushed a finger over his bruised hips. Maybe we could both stand to be a little less aggressive in future, but for now, we could have our fun.
Looking over his body as his muscles ripple and flexed under the water, it really struck me for the first time how many scars he had crisscrossing his skin, tiny nicks laying right next to healed holes and jagged gashes, his body a patchwork of battle wounds and reminders of violence. I’d seen them before of course, even found out the stories behind some of them, but even though I had scars of my own I wouldn’t personally call them battle scars you know? It was a real shock to the system realizing that soon enough I might have some scars worth being called that.
“See something you like?” He asked, smirking while he washed his arms. “Looking is free, but touching is also free.”
“Oh ha ha,” I said, reaching up and running my finger along his bicep. “I was just thinking… in some places you’re almost more scar than skin, doesn’t it… hurt?”
“Sometimes, sometimes not, it’s usually worth it when I remember what it was the price of.” He shrugged, pulling me in close. “You worrying about me?”
“A little.” I wrapped my arms around his back, sighing into his neck, “I guess I was just thinking… how many more scars are you going to get before this is all over? How many am I going to get?”
“Scars don’t have to be a bad thing,” He said, grabbing my hand and placing it to a scar just above his heart. “You feel that one there? I got that being an idiot and jumping in front of a vampire, I almost bled out before someone dragged me to a doctor and saved my life.”
“That… doesn’t sound great.”
“No, that part wasn’t.” He smiled. “But jumping in front of that vampire meant that a young mother and her child lived to see another day, last I heard they were still living peacefully in Arizona somewhere, she’s studying to be a nurse and the kid just started school.”
I looked at the scar, harsh and jagged, obviously having been incredibly painful to get. “They’re alive because of this…”
“Exactly. I look in the mirror and I see a lot of things written on my body, the results of hard work in places, failure in others…” He covered my hand and the scar with his own. “I look at this one though and I feel proud, I suffered for something and it resulted in something beautiful sprouting from all that blood and all that toil. That’s what you’re doing right now.”
Leaning my ear against his chest, listening to his heart beating as strong as ever, I couldn’t help but close my eyes at the rhythm and say quietly, “You really think that?”
“I think that what you’re doing could make it so people like me never have to get so many scars again, that the other creatures on the other side of the war from us can just rest easy and know that the whole cycle of violence is coming to a halt.” He lifted my head away, pressing a kiss to my forehead and burying his nose in my hair. “Any scars you get from this are going to be badges of honor, gained in service of something so important to so many people. You should feel proud.”
“Hmph, you’re a real sweet talker, aren’t you?” I pulled his face down to me, lips ghosting over his before pressing a kiss to a faint scar on his cheek. “I’m lucky to have someone like you, I don’t know if I’ve said that enough.”
“No, but that doesn’t mean you can’t make up for lost time.” I pushed him back, both of us laughing together and turning the water off. “Come on, tell me how good I am.”
“You’re so good, I can’t believe I’m with someone as good as you are.” I rolled my eyes, trying in vain to hide my smile. “Can you hand me my towel now?”
“Sure thing, just give me a kiss first and I can consider that the toll.” Damon winced when I slapped my hand against his chest, the sound of the smack echoing off the walls and leaving a pretty sizable red mark behind. “Yep, guess I deserved that.”
I took my towel from him, giving the mark a quick kiss before drying myself off. Stepping out of the shower and walking to the mirror, I inspected myself and tried to see if there was any evidence of the toll that the last few days had taken on me. Dark bags under my eyes, a frown my new natural expression, a slight nick that I’d gotten on my cheek I don’t even know when, yeah, I was looking pretty haggard. Even if I got my job back I was going to take a vacation after this, I’ve been worn down far too much for only a few days’ work. I’ll just have to ask someone else to tell me how my tea reacts to finding out I was always right and they were always idiots.
“You still look beautiful,” Damon said, kissing my temple and wrapping his towel around his waist. “I’ll be waiting in the bedroom when you’re ready, don’t want to have any more distractions tonight, do we?”
“No,” I replied, squeezing his hand before pushing him out the door. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”
He smirked while he backed out the door. “Oh, see I was hoping you were going to convince me that we could go for one more before we hit the road...”
I raised my
eyebrow, giving him the sweetest smile, I could before saying, “Die horny.”
I could still hear his laughter clearly through the closed door.
* * *
Mercifully, Cara was still sound asleep when we passed her by, I’m not sure I could handle the mortification if she’d overheard us in the bedroom. One of these days I would have to explain to her what I was doing, what I had already done and for what reason, but I couldn’t risk her safety while there was still such danger centering around me. She’d already had her life impacted by her connection to me, something that I still carried no small amount of guilt around with me for, I was in no hurry to add to the pile.
She would only worry about us, especially since it wasn’t just me who was going, but Damon, Tariq and Tabitha also, a whole group of her new friends throwing themselves headlong into danger wasn’t just something that would stress her out, it was something that would make her feel like she had to do something as well, and with no powers or supernatural inclination that I could see she wouldn’t last ten minutes in a fight, not with the kind of people we were up against.
That was the same reason I’d pulled away from most everyone else we’d been close with, though she still talked to them, and that was why I’d kept the secrets from Rick. It wasn’t that I didn’t respect him, well, I’d lost some respect for him in the last few weeks, I was just scared that the people close to me would throw themselves into danger and risk being killed. You can’t be sad about losing someone if you have no one to lose right?
I’d managed to get Cara back, after everything that had happened between us, the things that had been left unsaid for far too long and the terrible way we had both handled the awkwardness, the fact that we were talking now and were even closer than we had been before was incredible. Maybe it wouldn’t be hard to just… let myself enjoy our friend's company again, to be able to sit and have a drink without being scared of something bursting through the window and ripping their heads off in front of me.
But that’s what this whole fight was about, wasn’t it? Taking that fear away from the beings that just wanted to live their lives in peace, who want to be able to go out at night and not fear what was lurking around the next corner, to be able to find love and life with those of a different class and not fear retribution from those that would be more extreme in their hatred. This was a way forward, for all of us, once all of us were in the light together it would be harder for the darkness to take anyone.
It was with that conviction that I stepped into my car, sitting and gathering myself for a minute while Damon strapped in next to me. “Ok,” I said, “Let’s go save some lives.”
Chapter 7
Arriving at the meeting place I could immediately tell all the players were here, the werewolves keeping to the shadows and doing their best to look menacing, but a quick glimpse into their heads revealed they were as in on the plan as everyone else was. Maybe a little too excited at the prospect of another fight, but on board with us nonetheless. God help whoever caught the first punch from them though.
Joseph was waiting for me when we got there when I stepped out of the car he could hardly contain his excitement. “Amy!” He said, greeting me with a one-armed hug. “I’m so glad the two of you are here!”
“Really?” Damon said, “Even me?”
“Of course, you’re one of the people closest to Amy, it’s just common sense to be on your good side.” He smiled, the same Cheshire cat grin he always wore around friends. “I trust you liked the bottle I gave Amy.”
“Yeah…” Damon said, cautiously approaching him. “It was good, shame the distillery doesn’t exist anymore.”
“Ah, just a trifle,” Joseph said, tapping him on the shoulder with a small bag. “I have so many more bottles available, you really should take up my offer for a drink.”
Damon nodded, looking down at the bag in Joseph’s hand. “Yeah sure, that sounds good. What’s in the bag?”
“Oh, this?” He held up the bag, a noticeable red stain on the bottom of the material. “I had one of my human connections get in contact with the wolves, they donated some of their… more unsavory brethren, those who have committed crimes or attempted to murder those of their clan. They figured that it would make our feud seem more believable.”
“There are heads in there?” I almost yelled, looking around at the creatures hidden around us. “Is that going to cause any problems here?”
“Oh, absolutely not, it was their idea in the first place! I merely wanted a small token to antagonize them, it was their suggestion to have me toss these onto the battlefield,” Joseph chuckled, “We’ve only been on speaking terms for less than a day and already I’m adoring the werewolves, they’re so much less subtle than vampires. What a breath of fresh air!”
“You’re this excited… over severed werewolf heads?”
“I’m excited about the drama Amy! You’ve seen how subtle and,” Joseph scoffed, absolute disgust in his tone, “Sophisticated all of the vampire dealings are, the cloak and dagger act got old within five years and I’ve been doing it for centuries. I admire the werewolves for cutting past all the meaningless nonsense and getting to what really matters.”
Just when I think I’m beginning to understand the people that I’ve come to start knowing, they pull something like this. One of these days I was going to be able to come out one night and not have to think, “Hey, maybe they’ll have a bag of freshly severed heads for me to have to stand next to and smell for the next ten minutes, that’ll be just great!”
I know I can’t complain too much considering that, yeah, my plan tonight ended in human sacrifice, but I don’t know if that’s more or less morbid than carrying around a bag of heads. It definitely didn’t involve tossing any body parts at people, which was without a doubt what he planned to do to complete the image. I guess it wouldn’t be responsible of me to not ask what his plan was.
“What are you going to do with the heads?” I asked, already bracing myself for his answer.
“They agreed that it would be best to throw them right at the Alpha, his personal suggestion I might add.” He grinned again. “I think we’ll get along famously. And don’t worry, anyone who might care about these heads is in the bag right next to them, this is completely victimless!”
“That’s not what that means and you know it, but I’m not going to argue with you on that,” I sighed, walking back to Damon and looping our arms together. “I’m far too tired for this, the sooner we all start kicking each other’s asses the better.”
“Well you won’t have to wait long,” Joseph said, “I don’t need mind powers to know that my people and theirs are getting very restless. We all agreed not to kill but I have a feeling a few of us will have to be helped back home tonight.”
“At least you’re making it convincing. Just promise that Mika and Ivanka won’t be an issue? I like them but you have to admit that they… can be a little unhinged sometimes.”
“You are definitely downplaying that aspect of them, but I am well aware. They are well under control, don’t worry.” He nodded at Damon and I before stepping away. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to make sure my people are staying in line.”
“You know,” Damon said, “For a vampire, he’s not that bad.”
“You say that about every vampire you meet.”
“I most certainly do not Amy, and you know it.” He shrugged. “The number is up to two now I guess, still a record for most hunters.”
We walked back to the car, checking the backseat to make sure that we had everything we needed for the coming fight. The entire time we were very keenly aware of the eyes watching our every move, we were still a witch and a hunter, after all, it only made sense that the vampires and the werewolves wouldn’t be willing to fully trust us yet. Especially considering that aside from Damon, the other hunters weren’t the kind that you could find yourself easily liking, much less trusting.
As though my thoughts were sensed, Damon’s phone began t
o ring, pulling it out of his pocket with a raised eyebrow and answering the call. “Yeah?” He asked, “Tristian? Where are you?”
He stepped off to the side, plugging his ear with his finger to drown out the white noise. Their fight had only been a few hours ago at most, he still had a bruise on his neck from a lucky punch on Tristian’s part, which made the reason for the scowl on his face all the more obvious.
“We don’t have much time before the fight starts, we all agreed on that. So, tell me why I’m standing here on my own with nary a hunter in sight hmm?” Damon began pacing, tapping his fingers along the handle of his ever-present knife on his hip. “Look, whatever issues you have with Amy, whatever bullshit is popping up between us now, you need to be a big boy and get over it ok?”
Personally, I wouldn’t have recommended talking down to someone whose help I needed like that, but I was hardly in a position to say anything considering that I had done the exact same thing to Alexis only hours before. With much harsher language I’m fairly certain as well.
“Just get here as soon as you can, things are moving forward and it’ll look bad if you’re not here, you can understand that much, at least right?” He listened for a few seconds, even ten feet away I was able to hear the yelling Tristian was doing on the other end of the line. To his credit Damon took it in stride, only shrugging before answering, “What can I say? Brave new world. You can either become a part of it or you can die angry, pick one. If you’re not here in ten minutes I’ll know which one you chose.”
He disconnected the call, pocketing his phone again and leaning his hands against the wall, breathing hard to try and get himself steady again. I walked over to him, hand on his back and rubbing soothing circles into the skin, cautious smile on my face when he turned and looked at me.
“I’ve known Tristian for so many years, we’ve fought and bled together, we’ve seen and done so many things that I almost consider him like a brother, you know?” He turned around, back thumping against the wall and sliding steadily down to the floor. “But he just won’t change, no matter how obvious it is that the world is choosing to do so anyway. I’m just wondering if… maybe he really isn’t going to change, if the brotherhood that’s been such a part of my life is really never going to stop fighting.”
