A/N: I wrote this ff more than two years ago... But with the new stills, I thought that maybe it was the right time to publish it... Thank to Silvia, for being the best beta ever!
'CAUSE YOU'RE A CRIMINAL AS LONG AS YOU'RE MINE
"Stefan's not here."
Damon wonders how many times you could use a lie before it becomes abused and predictable. He doesn't really have an answer because, after almost one hundred years, he repeats the same words, to the same girl and still, both Lexi and him, pretend that this is the reason why...
The reason why their mouths crash like they're fighting a bloody war, their fangs careless tearing lips and flesh. Blood is running out, wounds open and close easily, their hands rip out all the unnecessary clothes.
Their bodies collide with the nearest wall and then with the cold tiles of the floor. They take each other brutally, growling, like there's no tomorrow. Lexi screams and sinks her fangs in his neck, so she can remind Damon how much she hates him. Damon moans and enjoys the pain that becomes pure pleasure.
The wooden headboard cracks, when he pushes Lexi harder against it. Her legs wrap around his hips, her sharp nails leave red marks on his sculpted back. Damon fucks her with no mercy. She screams as she asks for more. Again. Again. Again.
Later, they lie naked in bed, wounds healed, but the blood is still fresh on their bodies, like a creepy mark on their pale skin. Red trickles smear the whole room like an indelible mark of their umpteenth lie.
Everything started with those words. It was true the first time. Maybe. Or maybe it never was. She was there, in front of him, at the doorstep and she knew, she knew that her best friend wasn't there, but Damon was. The cruel and reckless brother. The hated and despised one. The one she wanted, desperately. Even if she would've never admitted that.
Damon pretends to hate her, to despise her, the same way she does, but he knows it's just a big lie. In the end, he likes her, how she dominates and submits him, in a way. She's older, stronger. She doesn't care if she hurts him, like he does. Pain and pleasure interwine and give him the euphoria he rarely found with other women.
Memories fade away, like fog when the sun comes up to play. He looks absently at her, who's quickly putting her clothes on again, without saying a word, as always. There are no words between them, never were. Just that single sentence. A secret code no one will ever know about.
The quite noise of her zip breaks the silence and then Lexi puts on her leather boots. The smell of sex and blood fills the air in the dark bedroom. His gaze is now on the lights of the city he can see through the window. Damon can hear her reaching the door with guilty steps, without looking back.
A smirk appears on his beautiful face, when a loud thud tells him he's alone again. Future is already on his mind. To the next time. To the next lie.