#klamon

Damon was livid. He was paying for his brother’s mistakes and he hated every damn second of it. Stefan killed Fin, Klaus' brother. In retaliation, Klaus bit Damon, infecting him with deadly Hybrid venom. This was his strategy, threatening to kill Damon to get Stefan to surrender. And it was working.

Damon sat at the bar in the Mystic Grill, waiting for Klaus. He had asked to meet to discuss the situation. And finally Satan himself showed up.

"Damon, what can I do for you? You look rather pale."

"Because, love, I want something from you."

"Wow, I wonder why. No, but seriously why am I being dragged into your feud with Stefan?"

"And what on God's green earth would that be?"

"I want you, as a companion."

Damon raised an eyebrow.

"Why? You have enough Hybrids to keep you company."

"I need you for a very specific reason. Something I will only tell if you agree. So you come with me and I give you some of my blood or you die. It's an easy decision to make."

"How long do I need to be your sidekick?"

"Until I decide we are finished."

Damon groaned.

"So potentially, never. Well, that's comforting."

Klaus shot him a smirk.

"If it comes to that, yes."

"How about we agree on 3 years?"

Klaus laughed at the suggestion.

"No."

"Five?"

"No and I'm not agreeing to anything below 500 years and by that time, I probably won't need you anymore. So honestly, you only really have one option."

"Fine, but I don't want Stefan to find out about this, else he's going to come 'save' me. I'll make up an excuse tonight."

"Good."

Klaus smiled before standing up and shrugging on his coat.

"I'll come to get you tomorrow morning, at dusk. Until then, don't die."

Damon sighed as he watched Klaus walk away. He stayed at the bar thinking about what he was going to tell Stefan.

~

Damon was looking forward to his upcoming trip, more than he thought he would. Less excited about his travel partner, but still happy to get out of Mystic Falls. This trip also had the potential to let him feed properly again. He wasn't about to go full-on Genghis Khan again, but he'd still appreciate bathing in some warm fresh blood.

He had packed two small suitcases, primarily clothes, and shoes. And now he was standing outside, waiting. He had to admit it; the hybrid bite was wearing him down. He was fatigued, disorientated, and unstable. The hallucinations had kicked in, quite violently.

"Damon! Damon, love, are you deaf?"

Damon climbed into the crimson Ferrari in front of him, sitting in the passenger seat.

"Deaf? No. In need of a cure? Yes."

"What's the rush?"

Klaus pulled out of the driveway, looking unnecessarily hot as he turned to look behind the car.

"Well, I'm fairly certain that I'm hallucinating already."

"What gives you that idea?"

"My dead mother in the backseat can answer that for you."

"Alright, you've suffered enough."

Klaus offered his wrist to Damon, who hastily grabbed it before sinking his teeth in. Damon sucked every drop from the wound before it closed again.

"What did you tell your brother?"

"I left him a note on my dresser, hopefully he finds it soon."

"Damon, what have you written?"

"You don't have to know that."

"Damon, look me in my eyes. What have you written?"

"I'm on vervain, that shit won't work."

"Well, you just made our trip a lot more difficult."

"Why is that?"

"I compelled you to forget something a long time ago, and now I need you to remember."

"And you can't just tell me because..."

"You'd be absolutely mortified."

"Oh c'mon, can't be that bad."

"Damon, no. I'll just have to bleed you dry. You know, I've wanted to since Rebekah did that one time. Also, you taste divine."

"Oi, friends not food. I'm your travel partner, not your blood bank. Also, you're not bleeding me dry, that shit hurts."

"You act like you have a choice in the matter. Besides, I think you'll enjoy it."

"Fucking psycho..."

Surprisingly, Klaus only raised an eyebrow at the insult. Damon just sighed, taking a second to appreciate the absence of poison in his veins.

~

Unfortunately for Damon, Klaus was serious about bleeding him dry. As soon as the car stopped Klaus moved to snap his neck. Damon barely managed to dodge his grasp, still getting nicked by one of Klaus's nails. A drop of blood dripped down his face as he sprang away from the hybrid.

"Hey, I thought we were cool."

"We are 'cool', but it is more convenient to lug around your unconscious body than it is to try to convince you to follow me. So hold still."

Damon glared at the hybrid, but didn’t try to escape his grasp. He knew that protest would be met with violence and that wasn't a fight he could win.

As promised, Klaus proceeded to snap his neck and lug Damon's unconscious body into an abandoned warehouse. He jumped up onto the rafters, dragging Damon with him like a leopard pulling its kill into a tree. Klaus ripped Damon’s shirt off, taking a moment to appreciate the view. He tied Damon’s hands together and connected them to the top of the truss.

As a final touch, he sank his teeth into Damon's shoulder. He had two reasons for doing this, the first one being that he was hungry and Damon tasted nice. The second being that the venom would prevent Damon’s blood from clotting, making it much easier to bleed him dry.

Technically, Klaus could start cutting into Damon immediately but he figured it would be more fun to wait for the man to gain consciousness. Klaus did promise to make it enjoyable after all.

It took a while, but eventually Damon sighed as the venom coursed through his veins. He felt a weight on his shoulders and it took him a moment too long to realise that Klaus was behind him and leaning against his back. The hybrid's arms were wrapped securely around his waist. Damon felt lips press against his exposed shoulder.

"What the...?"

Damon trailed off when Klaus wrapped a hand around his neck. Damon’s eyes shot open just to be met with a blindfold.

"Shh, little raven, you'll understand soon enough. For now, try to enjoy it. I know I will."

Two words rang in Damon’s mind, 'little raven'. Someone's called him that before. Before Damon could get his groggy mind to work, Klaus pressed a kiss to the blackened wound on Damon’s shoulder. The hand around his waist moved up, gently caressing his ribs before nails ripped into his soft skin, leaving gashes down his side. Damon groaned in pain, wincing at the sting.

"I know, love, I know..." Klaus whispered against Damon’s shoulder.

Klaus pressed kisses down Damon's body, from his shoulder all the way to the new wounds on his side. He lapped up the blood that oozed from the lacerations. The feeling of Klaus' tongue made Damon shiver. Why did it feel nice? Realistically, Damon knew he was a masochist, but he didn't think it went this far.

Klaus continued to tongue at the sensitive skin, while his hands trailed down Damon’s body, gently kneading his skin. Damon melted into Klaus' hands, too tired to question why Klaus was doing this.

It was absurd. Despite the werewolf bite pumping venom into his bloodstream and the stinging of his side, Damon felt good. He didn’t think he was in danger of dying and what Klaus was doing, however odd and inane it may be, felt amazing. For some reason Klaus was doting on him.

The next twelve hours passed in a haze. Damon struggled to keep track of Klaus as the hybrid moved around him. He was determined to get his hands on every single bit of pale skin that Damon had. Klaus carved patterns into Damon’s back, scratched his arms untill they bled and bit Damon repeatedly.

And yet it was the most loved that Damon had ever felt. Klaus pressed kisses everywhere, cradled Damon in his arms as if he was going to break, licked every wound that he inflicted, caressed his skin so tenderly and showered him in praise.

Klaus finished by pressing his lips against Damon’s, gently. He untied Damon’s hands and the vampire slumped against him. Damon couldn’t stand on his own anymore, the venom from multiple bites and bloodloss had taken its toll, but it was fine. Because Klaus supported him and pulled him into a warm embrace, keeping him upright.

Klaus slowly removed the blindfold from Damon’s head and cupped Damon’s face with one hand. He lifted Damon's head and looked into his pretty blue eyes.

"Remember me, please."

Klaus pulled Damon into his chest as Damon’s reality shifted. A flood of memories washed over him, Klaus present in every single one. They knew each other long ago. They were close. Friends. Lovers. Soulmates.

Damon slowly returned the hug, letting his mind process everything. They spent years together. 30 years. The happiest years of his life. Damon looked up at Klaus, recognition flashed in his eyes.

"Hey, Nik."

"Welcome back, little raven."

~