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Chapter 2 of this story centers around Damon and Buffy more directly. Buffy has quite the discovery when she peek's into Damon's room. Hopefully he didn't notice what she was up to. It's still a mostly SFW read, which is what I didn't promise for this chapter last time, but I say the setup here for the next chapter will be absolutely worth it.

A seemingly quiet living room space awaits Buffy as she makes her way inside her and Damon's apartment. She locks the front door behind her and strolls into the living room for an investigation. Having just spoken with Oni, she can't help but be curious about what made her seem so flustered as she was leaving. The littered pillows and blankets across the couch are her first destination for clues.

Oni did text Faye the night before, saying she was going to stay with Damon for the night and wouldn't be coming back to the party. Buffy's suspicions on what her and Damon could've been up to in the living room are devious to say the least.

She carefully flips through the sheets and pillows on the couch. No signs of wet stains, no stenches of sweat, and no bits of clothing hidden underneath. She does notice that Oni left the pitchfork that went along with her devil costume stashed underneath the couch, so it really does seem like Oni just slept there for the night, and Damon presumably in his room. She sighs to herself. The plan to give Damon a hookup date for the night seems to have failed.

Buffy glances over to Damon's bedroom door with a new issue on her mind. On her way back to the apartment, an email notification buzzed on her phone. It read that a new flat-screen TV she ordered online is now awaiting pickup at the front office of the apartment complex. As tired and worn out as she is at the moment, she would much rather slip into her pajamas now and bring it up to the apartment with Damon's help. A nap would risk her getting up after the office closes for the day, and it doesn't seem like a bad time to ask either. With Damon's door slightly ajar, she figures he could be awake.

As she approaches his room, she starts to pick up on some weird racket coming from inside. She offers a small set of gentle knocks on his door, but there is no response.

"Hey Damon!" she calls from the crack in the door. "Are you awake? I need help getting a package!"

She gives a few more knocks. Still no response. Cautious, she knocks a little harder as she gingerly pushes open the door to poke her head into the room.

"Damon, dude, are you awa-"

In an instant, she freezes from what she sees. Damon is laying on his bed just a few paces away, stroking his dick furiously with an arm draped over his eyes. She immediately pulls her head out from the doorway, staring towards the ground with a completely flushed and burning hot face. She finds herself loosening her now incredibly tight yet shaking grip on the handle and slowly backing away.

The weird racket she heard before becomes much more clear now, as she begins to realize the faint moaning and rapid lap smacking that had been present the entire time. To her surprise, however, it's still going.

She ponders for a moment, gritting her teeth over what she feels conflicted, yet compelled to do right now. It would be incredibly embarrassing for both of them if she gets caught, but curiosity has the better of her. She wants to get another look.

Looking to make as little noise as possible, she slowly bends to the ground, gently laying down her purse and tying off her sneakers. Tucking those to the side, she crawls forward carefully on her hands and knees to peek her head through the door.

Damon, meanwhile, is lost in the trance of a memory. Unbeknownst to Buffy, he has earbuds plugged in, playing an audio recording off his phone. Through it, he relives a special summer night he had with his now ex-girlfriend, featuring the two of them having sex on their old high school football field. Initially, this recording was meant to preserve the memory of them sneaking into the school building, roaming the quiet halls and classrooms, reminiscing on all the events they experienced together with the heavy, but dwindling fear of being caught for trespassing. Now, however, that event is preserved for him as guilty jack-off material.

He skipped to the moment where his ex led him behind the bleachers of the school's football field, pulling down his pants and checking their surroundings before she knelt and kissed his exposed dick. His phone was gripped in hand and resting at the hip, perfectly capturing the sensual sucking and slurping as his ex took his length into her mouth and pleasured every inch of it.

The lotion he poured into his hand could only help simulate the experience so much. Buffy watches in awe as Damon's legs begin to twitch, gripping and stroking his dick as his thumb swirls around the tip. He can hear himself reaching his hand to the back of her head, taking his ex by the hair, and thrusting himself down to her throat. He can remember how little she hesitated. Her body went limp as she let him have his fun, lustfully locking her eyes with his. He strokes himself faster and faster, moving in sync with the sound, wishing she was in front of him right now.

Buffy shifts on to her back, her eyes still locked on Damon as he moves his legs up from the ground to ground his feet flat on the mattress. He thrusts up his hips and begins to hump rapidly into the grip of his hand, unabashedly huffing and moaning to his own fierce motion. Enticed from the view, Buffy reaches her hand down into the inside of her skirt to massage at her panties, biting her lip and caressing her chest as she feels how soaking wet she became. Her attention from him fades as she begins to rub at her clit underneath. Though her own fear of being spotted has faded, she jolts to reality when she hears the lap smacking come to a halt, followed by a giant grunt. Her eyes open to a white streak shooting up halfway to the ceiling, raining down around Damon's legs.

Damon drops his body back to the bed, panting to catch his breath as he removes the arm over his eyes. He is left feeling numb from the release, in more ways than one. The audio continues through his earbuds as a rising sense of guilt burns within him. He reaches for his phone to pause it, disappointed that he couldn't even finish to the end of that encounter. His thumb hovers over the delete button as he removes the earbuds from his ears. Suddenly, he can hear a faint sound of jingling keys.

He springs up to a sitting position. His heart drops as he sees his bedroom door slightly open in front of him, and the sound coming from outside. Rushing to the ground to collect and drape his pants back on, he sprints towards the door to peek out into the living room. Across from him on the other side is Buffy, opening the door to her own bedroom.

"Oh hey, you're back!" Damon exclaims as he peeks his head out the door frame, fixing the lower end of his shirt out of view.

"HEY...uh, morning dude!" Buffy doesn't look back to him with her response. Her face is still flushed red, and does not want him to notice or question it.

As Buffy heads into her room to lay her purse on a nearby desk chair, she notices Damon approaching her room out of the corner of her eye. In panic, she slams her door shut with a swift back-kick. Damon is taken aback from the quick rush of wind.

"SORRY! Sorry about that!" Buffy barks at her door. "Did you uh... want to ask something or...?"

"Oh, I just wanted to be sure you're doing ok?" he says compassionately. "I heard about what happened to you last night from Oni. We were both pretty worried actually, and-"

"D-don't even worry... " Buffy cuts him off. "It wasn't that big a deal, anyway. It's over now. I'm fine. I just stayed with Faye for the night."

Damon could sense the exhaustion from her voice and decides to drop the subject.

"Well, that's good to hear. Glad you're ok."

"I am." The redness over Buffy's face quickly begins to fade. Her tone becomes somber. "Thanks for asking, though."

Damon breathes in relief and turns back to his room, scowling at his door for supposedly not closing properly. He pauses, noticing a pair of unlaced sneakers placed right next to them. Suspicious, he begins to scan the floor, picking up a small trail of footprints imprinted into the carpet, leading from his room straight to Buffy's.

Buffy stands in front of the full body mirror fixed to her door, taking gulps of water from a reusable bottle she kept on her desk. After one last gulp, she goes to place the bottle back. One quick glance to her purse nearby sends her into shock, as she realizes her shoes are still near Damon's door. She sprints out towards the living room, immediately seeing Damon staring straight back at her.

"Those are yours, right?" Damon points to the shoes near his door, not breaking eye contact. Buffy gulps, trying her best to sound calm and not jitter when she responds.

"Right... yeah! Don't know how they ended up there, HAHA! I'll uhh... just get them out of your way there!"

Buffy saunders over to the shoes, grabs them, and heads straight back to her room. She can feel Damon's eyes trailing her every step, but she never looks back to verify. Buffy locks her door and tosses her shoes aside. She plants her hands over her face, wanting to claw it straight off her body.

"Fucking hell. Why did I do that?"

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The sun sets on the horizon as a sweat riddled Damon heads into the lobby of the apartment building, finishing up his jog for the day. He browses through the health tracking stats on his smartwatch as he makes his way up the elevator and heads to his apartment door.Thankfully, he kept his daily goal without having to use the stairs. With a nice hot shower on his mind, he goes to stick his key into the lock of his front door. Oddly enough, the door immediately swings open to a purple-haired horse lady in the apartment, dressed in a floral tube top and tight blue jeans, sliding an open TV box out into the hallway.

"Oh, Hey Faye!" Damon greets her once he realizes she just has newly dyed hair.

"Oh shit, hey dude!" Faye responds, noticeably worn out from labor as she gingerly rests the lightweight box like a boulder against the hallway wall. "Buffy needed some help setting up her new TV. Could you do me a favor and take this downstairs to the dumpster? I need a break."

"No problem, but I could use some rest too." Damon wipes the trickling sweat from his brow. "Just leave it there. I'll take care of it later."

Damon makes his way into the apartment with Faye following behind. He stops and glances straight to Buffy's bedroom door, quickly turning back in place to ask Faye a question. He figures she would give a better answer than Buffy did earlier.

"Hey, uhh... what happened to Buffy last night, if you don't mind me asking?"

"O-Oh um..." In an instant, Faye grabs Damon lightly by the arm and drags him into the kitchen, wary of Buffy's door still being open. Damon grows a bit worried as he's led to a far corner.

"Alright..." Faye says with one last peek over her shoulder to the room. "Buffy has this ex that's been bugging her for a while now. She cut him off completely from her life, did so for months now actually, but he did try to come and crash the party last night. Emphasis on try, really. Our buddies got 'em to scram before they fucked up anything. Ruined the mood and ended the party, unfortunately."

"Seriously?" Damon cocks his head in concern. "Shit, she didn't tell me that..."

Faye sighs as she rests back on a nearby counter with her elbows. "Yeah, well, there's a bit of a reason for that", she says, toning down her voice some more. "Buffy doesn't want to even acknowledge her ex's existence, not even to me or her other friends. Between you and me... she doesn't like to be open about her relationships at all, really. Especially not you since, well, you know... you've only known each other for about 3 months now? So, yeah, she'd probably prefer it if you didn't know much about it."

Damon is left feeling a little dejected, but gives her an understanding nod. He and Oni spent a small chunk of the night before glued to Oni's phone as Faye was giving her vague updates on the situation through text. He knew about the party being canceled, and wondered alongside Oni why Faye told her not to come back to their dorm. He lets out a breath now that the situation Buffy had is much more clear now.

"Alright, I see what you're saying. Well, it's nice to know it wasn't too bad then, I guess. I'm gonna go take a shower real quick. Nice seein' ya... uh..."

Damon takes notice of Faye as she starts to push her hands up into her back and groan as she leaned backward in an almost cartoonish way.

"Oh... Don't mind me!", she says through a strained voice. "Buffy made me move around a bunch of her shit to fit the huge new TV in her room. My back is fucking killing me right now."

"I have some cream in my room that can help with that! If you need, that is?"

"Oh, that'd be great! Beats a hospital visit."

"Yeah, no prob. Follow me."

Damon leads Faye towards his room, peeking over into Buffy's before he opens his door. He doesn't see her in there, but can start to hear the sound of her shower running, and figures she's busy doing that. Faye continues to abuse her back, looking around his room in surprise as she enters.

"Wow! Your room is WAY cleaner than Buffy's."

"Oh, thanks", Damon responds as he heads over to a cabinet to comb through his drawer for the cream. "To be fair on my end, a lot of my stuff is just stashed in bins underneath my bed. Didn't really pack much when I moved here, either."

"Huh. Speaking of which, how are you... liking it here? You know, at the university and living with Buffy and all that?"

Damon finds him subconsciously delaying his search as he tries to think of a response without being too honest.

"I'm uh... I'm doing fine. It's not all too bad here."

"Really?" Faye responds in a snide tone. "You don't sound so sure about that."

The silence in the room grows as Damon pulls out the tube of cream from the drawer. He twirls it around in his hands, examining all the print detail as he loses himself in thought. After a long sigh, he speaks up, still turned away from Faye.

"I... do miss my friends at home a lot, honestly. I miss being around my family too. It's tougher than I thought to adjust, being so far away from them and all, but the semester's almost over, so I'll get to see them again soon at least..."

Faye takes a break from rubbing at her back, digesting his words as she steps forward towards him.

"Well... ok, that's understandable, but... do you like being here?"

Damon shifts to his right arm to brace himself against the cabinet. Faye reads the depression on his face from her question. She clasps her hands in a bit of guilt from coming off so snarky before. Damon lets out another sigh and stares at her feet, unwilling to look her in the eyes again before he answers.

"...That's not really easy to say right now. I mean, I don't mind living with Buffy, or hanging out with Oni at the gym when I can, but sometimes I feel like I just... go to class and come back to my bedroom most days. It sucks, really. The big reason I transferred out here was because I wanted to just... find a new life for myself. My first year at college back home was terrible. All my friends went to different places, my brother moved out of the house to start a new job across the country, and the girl I was dating... just straight up cheated on me with someone else behind my back. I just... ugh... I feel completely alone, a lot of the time, and... heh, sorry, this a lot to dump on you out of nowhere... "

Without warning, Faye rushes to his side, spins him towards her and hugs him in close. Damon freezes in her grasp, self conscious given his body's current situation.

"Oh, I'm absolutely covered in sweat by the way", he says, slightly concerned.

"You need a hug. I don't care."

Faye pats him on the back of his head to comfort him some more. Damon starts to smile as he wraps his arms around her to return the hug.

"Thanks Faye."

"No problem at all, bud. We can talk more later if you need to, but don't feel like you're just here by yourself. Me and Buffy do really care about you a lot. We do wish you'd open up a little more, but I get where you're coming from now. You're a big, strong dude! Didn't know you were feeling so down, y'know. Anything you need, just let us know, ok?"

Damon rests his head on her shoulder. "Gotcha, and thanks, thanks again."

"But hey, while we're like this, can you apply that cream?"

"Right! I'm holding it and I forgot. One sec."

Damon releases his grip to squirt a small amount of muscle pain cream out of the bottle into his hand. He sets the bottle down on the cabinet behind him and begins to rub the cream into her back. Faye twitches against him from the feeling.

"Heh, don't worry", Damon says reassuringly. "It'll feel cold at first, but start to warm up after a few minutes."

"If you say so" Faye responds with a hint of annoyance. "Could've warned me a lil'. Oooh... it does feel nice though."

Damon feels Faye tingle and hug him a little tighter as he glides his fingers and rubs in circles across the middle of her back. Her head begins to sink onto his shoulder. She seems to be enjoying the light massage, but Damon can't help but feel uncomfortable with her nose just inches away from his sweaty armpit.

"You, um... you sure you're not bothered by the sweat? I'm pretty sure I stink."

"Oh you're fine", Faye says as she lifts her head back up and speaks towards his ear. "I guess this would be a good time to tell you, actually. I don't have a sense of smell."

"Really!?! Huh, never would've guessed. Is it like a genetic thing or..."

"I guess?" Faye shrugs as best as she can. "I don't know. Never really bothered me all that much. Heh, look at us getting to know each other better already!"

Damon chuckles a bit as he continues to massage her. His hands brush lightly on her lower back as the cream fully dissipates beneath her fur. Strangely, he could start to hear some heavy breaths and soft moans from Faye. Pressing his thumb deeper into her back, she hugs him ever closer, seemingly inviting him to continue, which he does with both hands and little hesitation. He grabs her tightly by the hips to run his palms up and down her figure. Her moans grow a little louder from the added pressure of his fingers as they rub against her spine. Temptation creeps in as Damon eyes her plump ass, making his grip start to tremble as it grows more and more. With that growth comes the one in his pants as well. Before he risks making a tragic mistake, he drops his hands to signal he's done.

"A-Alright, that should be all you need. Feeling better?"

Faye takes a second to loosen her hug, stepping back to examine her posture.

"Ooo, feeling a lot more limber, yeah. Such a shame though. I was kinda enjoying how strong your hands felt. Ugh, my back feels so oily now though."

Damon wipes his hands over his crotch, masking himself attempting to give his dick some air and adjust his underwear.

"T-that's typical. Eventually it'll just-"

"Are you sure your job here is done though?" Faye says with raised eyebrows and a wide grin.

"Well, I mean yeah, unless you're still..."

Faye spins around and heads toward Damon's bed, resting her hands on the mattress, sticking her back end straight up in the air and waving her ass in front of him.

"Mm. I think you could do a little better, y'know... "

Damon blinks at the sight, remaining speechless as he moves toward her. He tests her comfort by lurching over her, gripping her hips again with some distance between them. Faye flicks her tail to the side and slides herself back to close that space. Damon steadys his hands, licks his lips, and restarts his massage.

"Ooh... OOH... HAA... oh fuck... fuck that's good... mmmph fuuuck..."

Faye unashamedly lets herself be heard from the pressure Damon applies to her, as well as the one she sneakily applies back. He places one hand over the other and glides them flush against her spine. She arches her back from the sensation, growing weak in the arms, eventually flopping forward onto the bed. Damon doesn't let the distance between them go away. He starts to pant heavily as his hands slowly begin to reach underneath her tube top, deviously looking to pull them up and expose her back even further.

"What's going on here?"

Both Damon and Faye jolt from Buffy's unexpected voice as she steps into the room with a shower cap on and towel wrapped around her body, leaking a small trail of water from out her room. Damon instinctively puts his hands into his pockets and pushes it forward to try and hide his bulge again. He speaks up with a disheveled voice to try and address the situation early.

"O-oh umm, Faye... she just needed some help with her back. She wanted a... massage too I guess... "

Buffy laughs under her breath from Faye trying to lean cool on her side.

"Alright, you I believe. What about you my horny little horse friend?"

Faye shoots up from the bed, striking her fists to her hips as she faces Buffy.

"My back is legitimately fucked up from lugging your shit around, Buffy! My sweet ol' strong boy Damy was willing to help a lady in her time of need, unlike you!"

"Hey now," Buffy shoots back, "Only I get to call him Damy! We live together, so it's my privilege! Right, Damy?"

"I-I don't really mind!" Damon says with his eyes nervously shifting between the two of them. Buffy rolls her eyes and scoffs.

"Well, sorry, didn't mean to... intrude. Faye, are you still staying the night? I'm about to warm up the last two brownies and start a movie on the TV."

"Oh. S-sorry Buff", Faye responds with a long sigh and a rub to her shoulder. "My mom is really pressuring me to go to church tomorrow. I don't think I can escape her this time. Can't risk getting high and waking up late. Tomorrow night, maybe?"

"Ugh. Nah, it's fine. I'll just get high alone... " Buffy goes to turn and head out back to the living room before Faye points her thumb back at Damon.

"Well, y'know, Damy's right here. You can just ask him."

"Faye, he's not gonna say yes. It's not his thing. We both know that."

"Don't assume, just ask the guy! Maybe he'll change his mind, you don't know."

"Ok then. Hey Damy, do you-"

"Sure!"

Both Faye and Buffy look back to Damon dumbfounded. Even Faye wasn't really expecting him to agree.

"I ought to try my own cooking for these", Damon continues, calm and collected. "I mean, Faye and I were talking about how I needed to open up more. I don't really disagree myself. Maybe this can be my way to do that."

Buffy is left a little confused, until Faye shoots her with a subtle wink. To that, she nods and faces Damon again.

"Well... alright then!" Buffy says jovially. "I'll let you know when they're done, ok?"

"Sounds like a plan! I still need to shower myself, though."

Buffy nods once more and walks out the room. Faye looks back at Damon in a questioning manner while he maintains a seemingly forced smile, making her even more curious about why he said yes. Faye opens her mouth, but Damon speaks up before she can.

"Before you say anything, sorry, can I just say... I'm sensing something here."

Faye pouts her lips as she goes wide-eyed and quickly looks away.

"What, uh... whatever could you mean?"

"Well... I don't know if you want to talk about what we were getting up to before Buffy came in, but I feel like you wouldn't do that if Oni was no longer interested in me. Is there something I should know here?"

Faye clicks her tongue and lets out a breath. She truly cannot get a sense of what's going through his mind right now. Before Damon came back to the apartment, Buffy came clear to her about how she spied on him earlier in the day. The details she gave definitely made Faye much more curious about him too. Still, it's hard for her to tell if he caught on to that or not, or if he is catching on to the new idea they have for him. With quick thought, she devises a plan to get them alone for a while longer.

"That, uh, TV box is still outside. I asked you to take it to the dumpster, right?"

Damon scratches his head.

"Oh, um, yeah! Forgot about that. Why?"

"Let's head out together. There are a few things I should tell you about."

"Hm. Ok then."

Buffy, meanwhile, is busy taking the remaining brownies out of the dish and placing them into the toaster oven to warm them up. Once she does, she turns around to the living room and notices Faye walk over to the couch to collect Oni's pitchfork and head towards the front door with Damon.

"He's helping get the TV box out", shouts Faye as she unlocks the door. "He'll be back. See ya later though!"

"Sure thing", Buffy responds indirectly as she twists the knobs on the toaster oven. "Meet me in my room after your shower, Damy!"

"Will do!", Damon says as he walks out with Faye, locking the door back behind them.

In her lonesome, Buffy unwraps the towel from around her and sets it on her shoulder. She heads back to her own room to change into her outfit for the night, giving a small glance over to Damon's open bedroom door, wondering what he will think of it, and what it could lead to for the both of them.