A/N: Major lemons warning! If you're not into it, you shouldn't be here ;) It's rated M for a reason.

Wicked Little Things

Chapter 2

Friends Are Close, But Enemies Are Closer

Sienna gasped when Damon threw her onto the middle of his bed, and she bounced several times as he climbed after her, a predatory look in his stormy blue eyes.

She watched him, as he lay over her, pushing strands of hair from her face tenderly. He opened his mouth, and before he could ruin the moment with his crass words, she crashed her lips to his blindingly. He groaned under her attack and she ran her nails over his clothed back teasingly.

He growled, and broke away from her mouth, kissing down her body, and tugging at the dress hanging loosely around her hips. She gasped when his fingers tickled the inside of her thigh, and she pushed towards him eagerly, but he continued removing her dress from her body, ignoring her pleas. Leaving her only in her panties, he worked his mouth back up to hers, not missing an inch of skin as he teased her with a skilled mouth. His mouth nearly devoured her breasts, suckling at the tips hungrily until they hardened under his ministrations.

"Damon," she moaned as he moved down her body again, but still avoided kissing her in the single spot she wanted him most, instead showering her thighs with attention. "Please."

He smirked up at her, and finally relented as his eyes met hers. His lips closed over her clit, and she cried out at the hot warmth surrounding her sensitive ball of nerves. He suckled at her, loving how she responded to him so freely, and loudly. Her fingers curled into his dark hair, her nails lightly scratching at his scalp and he groaned at the sensation.

"Damon," her hips were bucking under him as he circled her entrance, teasing her endlessly until he returned to her clit. When she kept moaning, and begging for more, he slowly inserted his fingers into her wet channel.

"Oh!" Sienna breathed and moved back against his long, thick fingers, still wanting more as he sucked her clit and finger-fucked her.

She tasted heady and sweet and he pumped his fingers harder, curling them up against her spongy nerves wanting, needing to taste more of her. She writhed eagerly on the bed beneath him, and he briefly broke away from her pussy to bite gently at her inner thigh, earning a high-pitched gasp.

"Damon!" She screamed his name as she shattered into a million pieces, white light flashing behind her eyes, and suddenly he was licking up all of her come as she slowly came down from her high. Their bodies were covered in a light sheen of sweat, and as Sienna pulled him up her body, she could feel his insistent erection against her stomach. She kissed him fiercely and hooked her leg around his hip, grinding up into him.

He growled low against her throat as he kissed her there, suckling at her pulse, and for a second she thought she felt a graze of sharp teeth, but shook it off. She pulled his mouth back to hers, and rolled them over, so she was straddling his waist.

His hands settled on her hips easily, and her hands fell onto his chest as she braced herself against him. He felt the heat from her pussy as it hovered over him, and he groaned, trying to pull her down on his cock, but she didn't relent.

Her eyes met his, and she smiled down at him, "Ready?"

Damon pulled her mouth down to his in answer, gripping her to him as if she would float away. Sienna broke the kiss and trailed her lips across his jaw as she slowly lowered herself onto him, the tip spreading her flesh apart. She moaned at the intrusion, but kept going until he was fully sheathed within her and he was desperately trying to pump against her. Her neck and chest were flushed with heat, and her lips brushed over his teasingly as she lifted herself back up over him, and then impaled herself once more.

She kept that slow agonizing pace until Damon couldn't hold on any longer, and he suddenly gripped her hips and plunged into her over and over and over again. Their hips met repeatedly, and the only sound in the room was heavy breathing, and the slapping of skin against skin.

Damon sat up, holding her to his chest as he continued his relentless thrusting, and moved her hair to one side so he could suckle at her neck again. She leaned her head back in open invitation, and clutched his head to her, her fingers thread into his silky hair.

As if Damon were done with that position, and needed to be deeper within her, he flipped them over and plunged into her, Sienna moaning when she could feel him hitting the back of her womb with his hard cock. "Damon!" she cried out when he shifted his hips and hit her sweet spot with long, hard thrusts, feeling the coil low in her abdomen heat up.

His hips sped up as he heard the desperation in her voice, and knew she was close. His lips crashed against hers, and suddenly she was falling off the edge into oblivion, and screaming his name as her eyes whited out again from the pure rapture he'd given her. Her body still humming with aftershocks, he pumped harder and harder into her until he grunted and spasmed inside her, white hot jets of his come filling her womb.

Completely spent, he lay on top of her for a moment, just breathing. Though his hands were anything but idle, caressing her hips, her thighs, her breasts. She sighed, and ran her fingers through his hair and he looked up at her with a predatory grin. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"

She scoffed, and pushed him off her, letting him roll to the side, the moment officially ruined. "Leave it to you to ruin a perfectly good moment."

He shrugged and put his arms behind his head on the pillow with a self-satisfied smirk firmly on his lips. She rolled her eyes, and sat up, swinging her legs over the side as she stood up. But, before she could go anywhere, a hand grasped her wrist and she looked back at him questioningly.

"Where are you going?" He asked, and she could see slight vulnerability in his eyes. She smiled, and turned back to him, leaning down and granting him a short, but tender kiss.

"Relax, I just need a shower." She sauntered from the room, and into his en-suite bathroom, turning on the hot water as she stretched out her body. She was a little sore from their earlier activities, but as she cracked the kinks out of her neck she felt the skin pull painfully, as if it had just healed. When she turned to the mirror and looked at the reflection of her neck, her eyes nearly bugged out and a shocked gasp broke out of her lips.

"Damon, no," her voice was a broken whisper as she fingered the small puncture wounds at the base of her neck, dried blood surrounding it. Her eyes creased with sadness, and slowly turned to him as he strutted in. He immediately froze seeing the look on her face, and her hand on her neck.

"You're a . . .?" Her voice trailed off in a question as they stared at each other, and after a few moments of silence, he nodded.

"Vampire, and it's okay to say it out loud."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Even to his ears she sounded pained, and he couldn't help but wince as he purposefully looked away.

He shrugged, trying to feign indifference, "Does it matter?"

She let out an indignant snort, "Yes, Damon, it matters. It's part of who you are! Who you'll always be!"

Damon looked up at her then, his head tilting to the side, "Why am I getting the feeling that it bothers you for more than the fact that I kept this little secret from you?"

It was her turn to look away, and she fiddled with her hands. He stepped towards her, but she quickly stepped back from him. She glanced up and caught the hurt look in his eyes. She shook her head, she didn't want to hurt him, but there was no way they could be together now. It was impossible.

"I'm not who you think I am, Damon." She looked up at him, locking eyes with him, and there was no escaping his hypnotizing gaze. "This, what happened between us tonight? It . . . it was so right, but it can't . . ." She took a deep breath, and shut her eyes against an onslaught of tears springing to her eyes, "It can't happen again." She turned from him, and walked back to the bedroom to pick up her discarded dress and underwear, but the familiar restraining hand caught her wrist again, holding her in place.

She paused, and he turned her to him, making her look him in the eyes. "You think you can just come in here, change everything, and walk out again? You think I'm just gonna let you go?" His voice was incredulous, and his eyes were hurt and angry. He was trying to understand her, but he was failing.

Her tears spilled over, and hugged him tightly, hating it when he was hurt. She'd witnessed that look on his face too many times to count, and she despised herself for being the one who put it there.

"There's something you don't know about me, Damon." She whimpered when his arms locked around her waist, preparing to never let her go. He nuzzled her neck, and lightly running his tongue over the tiny wound he'd made earlier in the haze of passion, and she melted against him.

"Well, you found out my deep secret, what's yours?"

Sienna leaned her head against his shoulder and slowly shook it back and forth across his skin. "It's bad. Really bad."

"C'mon," he muttered, kissing up her ear, trying to coax her into spilling, "It can't be that bad."

She took a deep breath, "I'm . . . I'm a hunter."

He pulled back a little, and looked at her, "A what?"

"I'm a vampire hunter. I hunt down the vampires that feed on the innocent, take lives, killers." She reiterated, trying to make him get it. He stared down at her, and a lazy smile stretched his lips.

"You gonna get me?" Damon asked teasingly, going back to kissing his way down her chest, and bending her over his arm.

"Do you fit into that category? Do you kill people, Damon?" Her head fell back as his lips circled her breast, caressing it with his tongue.

"No." He muttered, "I'm bagging it."

"Hmm?"

He huffed against her wet breast, blowing air onto the flesh and she keened under him, arching her back towards him. "I get the blood from the hospital. Blood bags?"

She nodded absently and let him pull her into the bathroom again, the steam swirling around their naked bodies as they stumbled to the shower. She kissed him fiercely, completely forgetting about the situation at hand. She melted into his love and passion, and let it take her over as the hot water poured over them.

He picked her up against him and slammed her against the shower wall encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist, and she complied. He rested the head of his cock at her entrance, and she moaned and writhed as she tried to lower herself onto him, but he held her firmly in place.

His lips found hers again, and his hands massaged tiny soothing circles on her inner thighs as his tongue infiltrated her mouth. When she broke away for air, he slid his mouth along her jaw, returning to her raw, open bite he'd been constantly toying with. She gently slapped him away, "Let it heal."

She kissed the palm of her hand that tried to slap him away, and moved past it easily, sinking his teeth back into her neck, lapping up the sweet syrup that was her blood. She bucked her hips against his each time he sucked, feeling as if his mouth were directly poised over her clit. Sienna could feel his smile against her neck, and when he was distracted enough with her blood, she impaled herself on his cock, moaning in satisfaction. He growled against her throat, and licked the wound clean as it closed.

"Bad girl," he murmured against her lips and thrust against her punishingly. In response, she wrapped her arms around him, her legs tightening on his waist.

His hands found her hips, dipping over the curve of her ass, and grasping it to pull her hips tighter to his as he pumped blindingly fast inside her. He heard the change in pitch in her moaning and gasping, knew she was going to come again. His hips sped up, reaching down between them to circle her clit with his thumb.

Her resolve immediately broke, and then her inner muscles were quivering against his cock as she screamed into his mouth. He fell over the edge with her, sparks shooting down his spine as he shot his white-hot come deep inside her.

She shivered slightly as the cold water seeped through her haze of lust and Damon instantly shut off the water, and wrapped in her in a towel, and was drying her off. Her eyes were starting to droop closed, and he smiled a bit to himself as he carried her to his bed, tucking her in and pulling the covers up to her shoulders.

He kissed her forehead, and slipped into bed beside her, curling up against her back. As if she knew he was there, she reached back and grabbed his arms, pulling them around her, snuggling more firmly against him. She sighed contently, and murmured a goodnight to him.

He smiled and kissed her neck sweetly. "Goodnight, precious."