A Blood-Soaked Romance
The sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the woods as Stiles Stilinski and Damon Salvatore prepared for their anniversary date night. Damon leaned against the Jeep, his leather jacket catching the fading light. "So, let me get this straight," he drawled, a smirk playing on his lips. "Your idea of romance involves setting vampires on fire and then sharing pancakes? You're a weird one, Stilinski."
Stiles tossed a duffel bag into the backseat, grinning. "Hey, you're the one who said you wanted to 'spice things up.' Consider this the *spiciest* date you've ever been on." He paused, narrowing his eyes. "Wait, how many dates have you been on in the last century?"
Damon's smirk widened as he stepped closer, his fingers brushing Stiles' waist. "Enough to know this is the most ridiculous one yet. But hey, I'm into it." He leaned in, his breath warm against Stiles' ear. "Besides, watching you get all flustered when I flirt is half the fun."
Stiles shoved him playfully, but Damon caught his wrist, pulling him into a kiss that was equal parts teasing and intense. When they finally broke apart, Stiles was breathless. "Save the charm for the vampires, Salvatore. We've got a town to clear out."
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The town of Hollow Creek was a ghost town in the most literal sense. Abandoned buildings lined the streets, their windows shattered and doors hanging off hinges. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the occasional flicker of movement in the shadows hinted at the vampires lurking within.
Damon twirled a stake in his hand, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Alright, Stilinski. Let's make this interesting. How about a little wager? Whoever takes down the most vamps gets to choose what we do after this."
Stiles raised an eyebrow, loading his crossbow. "And what exactly are you planning to choose?"
Damon's grin turned wicked. "Oh, you'll find out. But trust me, you'll like it."
The two moved through the town like a force of nature. Stiles was a whirlwind of snark and precision, his crossbow bolts finding their marks with deadly accuracy. "That's three for me!" he called out, reloading with practiced ease.
Damon, meanwhile, was a blur of speed and brutality. He dispatched vampires with a mix of elegance and savagery, his movements almost too fast to follow. "Four," he corrected, tossing a severed head over his shoulder. "Try to keep up, sweetheart."
Their banter was relentless, even as the bodies piled up around them. "You know," Stiles said, driving a stake through a vampire's chest, "for a guy who's over a century old, you're surprisingly immature."
Damon smirked, wiping blood from his cheek. "And for a tri, you're surprisingly good at this. Almost makes me forget how fragile you are."
"Fragile?" Stiles scoffed, dodging a vampire's swipe and firing a bolt into its heart. "I'll show you fragile."
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The climax of their rampage came in the town square, where a group of vampires had gathered, clearly expecting to overwhelm the duo. They were wrong.
Stiles and Damon fought back-to-back, their movements perfectly synchronized. Stiles' quips and Damon's dark laughter echoed through the square as they cut through the horde. When the last vampire fell, the ground was littered with ash and blood.
Breathing heavily, Stiles leaned against Damon, a grin spreading across his face. "So, who won?"
Damon glanced around, counting the bodies. "I'd say it's a tie. Which means we both get what we want."
Stiles raised an eyebrow. "And what do you want?"
Damon's grin turned predatory as he pushed Stiles against a nearby wall, his hands gripping the younger man's hips. "You."
Stiles and Damon's kiss was fierce and hungry, a mix of adrenaline and desire. Stiles' ghoul side surged to the surface, his eyes flashing a deep crimson as he pushed Damon against the wall, their bodies crashing together with a force that rattled the windows. Damon growled into the kiss, his own vampire nature rising to meet Stiles' intensity.
Their hands roamed, tugging at clothes with desperate urgency. Fabric tore and buttons flew as they bared each other's skin, their bodies coming together in a clash of heat and need. Stiles' fingernails lengthened into claws, raking down Damon's back and drawing thin lines of blood. Damon shuddered, his fangs extending as he bit down on Stiles' lower lip, hard enough to draw blood of his own.
The coppery taste seemed to ignite something within them both. Stiles' siren side flared, his voice dropping to a low, hypnotic purr as he whispered filthy promises against Damon's skin. "I'm going to tear you apart," he growled, his claws digging into Damon's hips. "And then I'm going to put you back together, piece by piece."
Damon moaned, his head falling back as Stiles' words washed over him. "Do your worst," he challenged, his own hands coming up to tangle in Stiles' hair, pulling him closer.
Stiles didn't need to be told twice. He slid down Damon's body, his claws tearing through fabric and flesh with equal ease. Damon hissed as Stiles' mouth found his hip, the younger man's tongue lapping at the blood welling up from the cuts. Stiles' siren side hummed in satisfaction, the taste of Damon's blood heady and intoxicating.
Stiles worked his way down, his claws leaving a trail of shredded clothing and bleeding scratches. When he reached Damon's cock, hard and leaking against his stomach, Stiles paused. He glanced up, his eyes gleaming with dark promise. "This might hurt," he warned, his voice rough with desire.
Damon's laugh was breathless, his hips bucking up towards Stiles' mouth. "I'm counting on it."
Stiles took Damon into his mouth in one smooth motion, his siren side lending him an otherworldly talent for this. He worked Damon with tongue and teeth and the slightest edge of claw, the sensations overwhelming and intense. Damon's hips stuttered, his fingers tightening in Stiles' hair as he tried to hold back.
But Stiles wasn't having that. He took Damon deep, his throat constricting around the older man's cock as he swallowed. At the same time, his ghoul side surged forward, his claws digging into Damon's thighs, drawing more blood. The combination of pleasure and pain was too much, and with a guttural moan, Damon came hard, spilling down Stiles' throat.
Stiles pulled back, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk. "You taste like heaven," he purred, his voice dripping with dark promise. "But I think I want to see what hell looks like."
Before Damon could respond, Stiles was on him again, his mouth hot and hungry as he kissed his way up Damon's body. When he reached the other man's neck, he paused, his siren side pulsing with power. "Let me in," he murmured against Damon's skin. "Let me see all of you."
Damon shuddered, his arms coming around Stiles to pull him closer. "Yes," he breathed, his voice rough with need. "Take it all."
Stiles' siren side surged forward, his voice dropping to a register that was more felt than heard. The sound vibrated through Damon's body, resonating in his very bones. Damon's back arched, his body going taut as Stiles' power washed over him.
Stiles drank deep, his ghoul side reveling in the taste of Damon's essence. He could feel Damon's thoughts, his desires, his very soul laid bare before him. It was intoxicating, a high unlike anything Stiles had ever experienced.
Damon was trembling beneath him, his body wracked with shudders as Stiles' power pulsed through him. Stiles could feel the older man's heartbeat, rapid and wild, pulsing in time with his own. They were connected, body and soul, in a way that transcended the physical.
When Stiles finally pulled back, they were both panting, their bodies slick with sweat and blood. Damon's eyes were wide and dark, his expression shell-shocked. Stiles' siren side purred with satisfaction, knowing he had been the one to put that look
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Later, as they sat on the hood of the Jeep, sharing a bag of blood-stained pancakes, Stiles couldn't help but laugh. "You know, most people would call this insane."
Damon shrugged, popping a piece of pancake into his mouth. "Most people are boring. Besides, I think we make a pretty good team."
Stiles smiled, leaning his head on Damon's shoulder. "Yeah, we do."
The night was quiet now, the town eerily still. But for Stiles and Damon, it was perfect. A date to remember—full of laughter, chaos, and just a little bit of blood.