Pre-Klaus-madness, but still sort of near the ritual time. Not really a lot of plot, just some fun. This story idea has been sitting in my iPod note drafts since like, season 2 haha.
I apologise for totally abandoning my other story… I just can't get back into it no matter how many drafts I try to start. :/ Sorry..

Chapter 1

I want your whisky mouth all over my blonde south…

Elena kissed his chest again, then moved her fingers to pull his shirt up and off. The song played in the background, the bass loud enough that she could feel it in her skin. Her skin glided against his as she moved up towards his mouth, feeling him dig his fingers into her hips, starting to pull down her shorts. She sank her teeth into his lower lip, moaning softly while running her fingers through his raven dark hair. When she released his lip he smirked, pushing her down and grinding his hips against her while he kissed he throat. "Damon…" she bit her lip, moving her hips in time with his…
Wait. WHAT?!

Elena wrenched herself away from Damon, then her eyes popped open and she sat up with a shuddering gasp alone in her bed. She was dreaming about Damon. Ohmygod. I couldn't have been dreaming about… no, no, no… Stefan. Remember. Stefan. Stefan. Taking a deep breath, Elena tried to ignore how heated she was, and the uncomfortable ache between her thighs.
"What the hell…" she muttered, running her fingers through her mahogany locks a few times before she felt calm enough to lie down and go back to a dreamless sleep.

Morning came without event, the dream forgotten in the familiarity of Elena's routine. Thursday classes went by quickly, the only setback being a pop quiz in calculus which she prayed she did alright on. She had promised Stefan she would go visit him later in the afternoon, but sitting at home was too boring, so she decided to go over early and surprise him. Smiling to herself, she drove to the boarding house, frowning when she heard loud music walking up to the front door. She let herself in after adjusting her hair and shirt a little.

Heavy metal lover, heavy metal lover, heavy metal lover…

Elena froze in the doorway, taken aback by the sensation that she had literally just heard this song, but she couldn't remember when… She shrugged it off, walking towards the den where Damon was already starting on what looked like his fifth or sixth drink (whenever she berated him for day drinking he did that eye thing and smirked at her "It's five o-clock somewhere, 'Lena.") He turned his head to smirk at her, and heat flooded through Elena as the dream suddenly came crashing back to her consciousness.
"What the hell, Damon!" she burst out, earning a raised brow from Damon.
"Um… hi?" he looked genuinely confused, looking around to see if there were any dead bodies or dusty shelves he forgot to take care of.
"This song! You were in my head last night again. Seriously, Damon what is wrong with you?!" Elena stormed over to him, anger and embarrassment flooding through her, heating her cheeks to a bright pink. Damon stood up nonchalantly, going to the table to refill his glass.
"Okay, first of all, I've been on a Gaga bender lately. Don't hate. Second of all, you're wearing your necklace, 'Lena. I couldn't get into your head if I wanted to, which I don't, because if you see," he waved at her general state. "This is how you get. And it's annoying when you constantly yell at me. But…" he paused, taking a second good look at her and stepping closer, a light went on in his eyes and suddenly his lips pulled up in that sexy smirk that irked her. Wait, no, it wasn't sexy. No. Definitely not. Jeez. She needed her head checked. "That means you had a dream about me, and from the looks of it," he captured a lock of her hair, twirling it through his fingers lightly; "it was a very interesting dream. Care to share?" he leaned in closer and Elena broke out of her trance and pulled away from him, shaking her head is if to dislodge the remnants of what the dream had made her feel.
"No! I didn't… I just…" Elena took a deep breath and collected herself. "Just stop, whatever you're doing. Okay? I'll let it go this time, but not again." Damon took another step closer, getting in her personal space as he always did, but this time with the memory of the dream fresh in her mind, it unbalanced Elena even more as the strange things that always went through her when Damon was around became all the more potent.
"The thing is, Elena," Damon rolled her name off his tongue, his tone pitched lower and softer than normal. "I'm not doing anything, you came here, you were wearing your necklace, and you won't even admit it to yourself. You were dreaming about me," he flashed a smirk. Elena felt the wall touch her back; her breathing quickened as he loomed over her, his proximity sending thrills through her she didn't know how to quell. His eyes flashed at her, then dropped to her lips. With effort, Elena managed to push past him and stagger a few steps away. Breathing heavily, she ran a trembling hand through her hair, shaking her head.
"No. No, you're playing one of your tricks, and it's not going to work this time," she leveled a furious look at him, and made for the door until he caught her wrist in a gentle but firm grip.
"Elena," he pulled her slightly to make her look at him. "I didn't put that dream in your head, but in all seriousness, make sure you do wear your necklace to sleep. Plus," the smirk was back on his lips and Elena found she was staring at them way more than she should. "It might prove to you that it's your own mind, and you know what they say…" he drew himself up dramatically and began singing, "a dream is a wish that your heart makes!" Typical Damon. Rolling her eyes, Elena tugged her wrist out of his grasp, ignoring how his fingers trailed over her palm while she walked away. Back in her car, she texted Stefan to meet at the Grill instead, and drove back to her house to sort through the mess that was her mind.

Elena moaned as his lips moved down to her throat, covering it in hot, heavy kisses, occasionally letting his teeth scrape against her pulse, making her gasp and lust shoot through her like lightning. She dug her nails into his upper arms, wrapping her legs tighter around him as he grinded into her. The amount of clothes they were still wearing was quickly becoming annoying, so she trailed her hand down to the button of his jeans, pulling them down until he kicked them off. He lifted her hips easily with one hand, pulling her shorts off in one quick tug. Elena pushed him so that they rolled and she was on top of him. Attacking his mouth, she felt a change happen. Pulling back to see the veins under his eyes and fangs, she smiled, kissing his suddenly deadly mouth, loving the moans that ripped out of his throat when she licked his fangs. Then she was on her back, looking up into his ice-blue eyes, leaning in for another kiss…

"NO!" she screamed, waking up with a gasp back in her room. Her hand immediately flew to her throat, feeling the weight of her necklace. A wave of trepidation washed through her, and she bit her lip, trying to banish the images of the dream from her mind, along with the sensations coursing through her. Okay. No big deal. Whatever. They're dreams. Only dreams…
For the rest of the day at school, Elena was, to put it bluntly, horny and annoyed. She was short with her friends, fidgeted excessively in class (to the bemusement of Alaric who asked her after history if she was okay,) and rushed back home as soon as the eighth period bell rang.
Slamming her bag down on the kitchen table, Elena rummaged in the fridge for something, shutting the door with more force than necessary when she couldn't find anything she wanted to her great annoyance. Stomping upstairs, Elena wondered if she shouldn't just take care of her state herself, or ask Stefan to come over. Bringing Stefan over seemed just plain wrong, though, seeing as the reason she was having issues was because of a few rogue dreams about his brother, of all people. She walked into her room and gasped in shock, seeing the very cause of her issues sprawled casually as can be on her bed, holding her teddy on his chest.
"Fee fi fo fum, I'm Elena and I have to slam things around extra hard when I'm annoyed," he mocked, looking gravely at her teddy while making it march around on his chest. Elena didn't know if she wanted to stake him or jump him. Neither would work out very well.
"Seriously, Damon, get out. I do not need this right now!" she glared, gesturing at the door to emphasize. He just placed teddy more comfortably on his stomach, and folded his hands behind his head.
"Aww, grumpy Elena. Did you not have a good night's sleep again?" he grinned, and Elena grabbed the nearest thing (her brush) and hurled it at him. Childish, yes. Harmful to him, no, but it made her feel better to throw something at him, even if he caught it with preternatural speed. He pantomimed brushing it through his hair like he was in "Grease," and she rolled her eyes.
"Shut up, Damon. I don't know how you're doing this but you seriously need to stop. It's not funny anymore," she growled, and he held up his hands as if he were innocent of this trickery.
"Elena! I'm a vampire, you're wearing vervain. Therefore, I can't give you sex dreams about me. Well, I can, if I do this…" he began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, leveling a dark, lustful look at her. Elena's eyes traced over the graceful movements of his fingers and wondering how deft they were at other things…
"Stop!" Elena threw her hands up, turning around so she couldn't see him slowly expose the sculpted expanse of his chest. "Seriously, Damon. Just leave. I'm done arguing," she sighed. After not hearing anything for a few seconds, she turned around and gasped, losing her balance when she stumbled back from him, as he was only an inch away from her. His hands shot out and caught her hips before she fell, and he brought her closer to him, locking his gaze with hers. She felt frozen, like she couldn't move if she even wanted to. She was painfully aware that she was wearing her necklace and her being frozen wasn't from compulsion.
"You can deny it to yourself, Elena, but you feel something for me. It was only a matter of time before it started showing," he murmured, leaning in closer until his lips brushed her cheek. Elena shook her head, taking a step back.
"Damon, I'm with Stefan," was all she managed to say. Damon smirked.
"Oh, believe me. I know you're with my safe, boring little brother. But I know you, Elena. You want adventure, something that consumes you…" a strange look entered his eyes, and he cocked his head to the side as if he were debating something. He looked almost amused or surprised. It was plain weird, but Elena had a weird sense of déjà vu and it was definitely uncomfortable.
She didn't want to let him make any more decisions that made the reasons she shouldn't give into him harder to think of and less appealing. She placed her hands firmly on his chest, trying to ignore how nice his muscles felt, and pushed him towards the window.
"Out. No more arguing. Out." Surprisingly, Damon let her push him, the light smile still playing on his lips. Before he left out the window, he turned and took her hand, bending to kiss it like he had when they first met.
"Goodnight, Elena," he murmured, his eyes resting on her lips for a second before he disappeared, and Elena was left alone in her room, even more frustrated than before.

Lights pulsed in time with the music as Elena let herself relax. She hadn't felt so… normal in so long. Like her old self before the accident. She smiled, talking to strangers she somehow knew, dancing freely and happily. She saw him through the crowd, and wove her way to him, sliding her arms around his neck and pressing her body into his. He smirked, moving his hips to the new rhythm. Elena could feel his hands trail over her back, mapping every dip and curve until they landed on her hips and he pulled her harder against him. The way he was able to move should have been illegal. Their lips found each other before long, but this time Elena was too lost in sensation to bother with taking her time. She wanted him. Now.
Then they were in a back room, feverishly kissing and removing clothes. It was getting harder to focus, the images were becoming hazy for some reason. Elena ignored it, bringing him closer to her as his fingers dipped between her thighs, pressing up and making her moan. He pinned her shoulders to the wall, spreading her legs further with his knee as he pushed one, then two fingers inside of her, moving them slow and deep, drawing every exquisite cry from her throat.
"Faster… oh yes…" Elena threw her head back in abandon, meeting his lips in a deep kiss as his fingers moved faster and faster inside of her, curling slightly in a way that made stars erupt in front of her eyes.
"Fuck!" she whimpered, her breathing growing more erratic as he switched his angle, hitting a spot in her that made her feel like she was almost tipping over the edge.
"Elena… god you're so tight, and warm for me…" he growled into her throat. Elena's legs were beginning to shake.
"Yes! Damon… Damon… Damon… I…"

Elena's eyes shot open, a fine sheen of sweat covering her body. She disentangled herself from her sheets, breathing heavily. Fingers touching her necklace, she looked around the room helplessly. Windows still locked, door still locked.
"This can't be happening…" she whispered, pushing a damp strand of hair out of her face. She tried to ignore how her body burned, unfulfilled and wanting only one pair of hands, one pair of lips…
No! She shook her head. This had to end right now. Slowly getting out of bed, she threw on a cardigan and sandals, and grabbed her keys, walking silently past Jenna's room to get to her car.
The drive to the boarding house ended all too soon, and she felt her resolve waver as she stared up at the darkened windows. All except a few to the far left were dark, and she knew who she'd find there.
"DAMON!" she called, running up the stairs. Stomping down the hall and into his room, she almost kicked herself for not knocking first. He was lying in bed, shirtless, sheets slung low over his hips as he was reading a book, which he put down when she walked in. Leaning back, he raised a brow, eyes quickly darting over her in a slightly concerned way. Checking to make sure she wasn't hurt, she realised.
"Yes darling? To what do I owe this pleasure of a late night call?" he asked loftily, scratching his chin with his fingers and she most definitely wasn't thinking about where his fingers were… nope. Not going there right now.
"Okay, fine. I'm wearing vervain, but these can't be normal dreams! I mean it's been every night and it's starting to get really annoying," she flung her arms out. "You need to do something about it!" Damon looked at her as if she had grown a second nose.
"Even if I could, which I can't, why would I do anything to stop you dreaming about something you desire? And don't tell me you don't because clearly that would be a lie, and your dreams prove it," he sat up, sliding out of bed and walking towards her, passing her to shut the door. Shit, where's Stefan? She suddenly panicked, appalled at how she hadn't even considered Stefan being in the house while she wanted to yell at Damon, before he shot her an eye roll. "Don't worry, little bro is out slaughtering bunny rabbits. We have some time. The closed door is to give us a few more minutes if he comes home." Elena tried not to let her imagination wander with what the extra minutes would be needed for. She shook herself mentally, and leveled a gaze at him.
"You should want to do something because this could hurt Stefan if he found out, and…"
"Look, there's your first problem. Wanting me in the first place is hurting Stefan, but it's not your fault. Wanting someone and feeling a certain way is never your fault. You can't stop feelings, they just happen. Second problem, you're trying to suppress it, which is probably why they're recurring. My suggestion?" he smirked, doing the eye-thing that bugged her so much. "Indulge them."
"As if!" she burst out indignantly, but he held up a finger, making her close her mouth, fuming.
"Indulge them, to get them out of your system," he made a brushing motion with his hands. "Once they're out, you can go back to being cute-sy with Buzz Kill Bob."
"Oh, so you're suggesting I cheat on Stefan?" Elena scoffed, but Damon only raised a brow.
"If you're this bothered by the dreams, then I can guess their content. And not gonna lie, 'Lena, just being in the same room as me is raising your pulse, body temperature, and arousal. Don't try to deny it," he cut her off before the indignant lie could leave her lips. "I can smell it, it's very sexy, by the way," he winked. Elena narrowed her eyes at him.
"No. It's wrong. Anyways, I wouldn't," she turned to leave but his laugh—ugh she should have just let it go—irked her. "What?" she placed her hands on her hips defiantly.
"You wouldn't… right. Let me ask, how far have we gone in the dreams?" Damon stepped so that he was in her personal space again. She hated when he was in her personal space. Definitely hated it. Her cheeks flamed at the question.
"That's not important, I—"
"Didn't answer my question. How far?" his eyes roamed her face, noticing the blush that was creeping all the way to her chest. He wanted to lick every inch of skin touched by the colour headily scented with her blood...
"I… I'm not discussing it with you. Final," she stuttered, trying to step back but somehow she had ended up backed against one of the posts of his bed.
"Have we kissed?" he murmured, one finger tracing her collar bone over her shoulder. Elena tried to order her thoughts and decide whether she should tell the truth, but her answer came anyways.
"Yes…"
"Did we touch?" his finger moved down her side, bumping lightly over each rib and down to her hip where it traced little circles on the cotton of her shorts. Elena couldn't find a safe place to put her eyes. They were either on his lips or meeting his gaze, and both were dangerous. A dark fire had lit inside of the ice blue of his eyes and she knew if she got a taste of the consuming flames she would be gone.
"Y…yes…" she whispered, desire blossoming in her lower stomach at the memory of the way his fingers had caressed her, pushed inside of her…
Then their lips were crashed together, and Damon had her against the wall, hitching her legs around his waist. Hands roaming over his torso, pulling at his hair, Elena felt months' worth of tension flood out of her in a mad frenzy of desire to touch every inch of him she could reach, have him in every way, be ravaged completely and utterly.
Just like in her dreams, but better, his lips moved to her throat and his fingers between her legs, and they started rubbing little circles against her clit through her shorts and panties. Elena moaned, bucking her hips against the friction, begging more.
"Fuck… Elena…" Damon growled, shoving her onto the bed unceremoniously before climbing on top of her, pulling her tank top up to expose her stomach which he quickly covered with kisses, trailing them down between her thighs.
"Oh… Oh my god, Damon…" Elena threaded her fingers through his hair as he nuzzled her mound, reaching up to pull down her sleep shorts and panties in one move. His tongue darted out, tasting her and she squirmed, the lust and pleasure clouding in her mind in an animalistic haze that demanded to be fulfilled. She was letting herself fall into the fire that was Damon and she was beyond caring if she could make her way back again.
His tongue drew a long line down, sliding into her slit while his hands moved up to pin her hips down as she squirmed, trying to get more friction from him. Damon happily obliged, firming up his tongue and moving it quickly over her clit, then slowly down her slit and plunging into her, drinking up every drop of her lust he could. The sight of her body bowing under his ministrations was all he could have ever wanted, her fingers clawing at his bed sheets as he teased and fucked her with his tongue without relenting.
Elena's hands fisted in his blankets as she lie helpless, the only thing she could manage incoherent moans and cries. She vaguely felt his fingers trailing gently up her inner thigh, until they brushed against her clit and she jerked in response.
"Shh… I got you," Damon murmured into her skin, gently grazing his teeth against her sensitive skin. God he fucking lived for the sounds she was making right now. For him. Every prayer passing her lips was to his name, and it was more intoxicating than blood. He had waited for this for so long, and it was even better than he had ever fantasised.
He slipped one finger inside of her, reveling in the pain as her nails found their way to his shoulders. He added another, earning another delicious keening sound from her throat. He licked her clit gently at first, then harder and faster as he mimicked the speed and force with his fingers. Elena was practically delirious with pleasure as he brought her higher and higher, growling when her fingers pulled at his hair.
"Damon… Damon… Damon…yes…" she threw her head back, and he could tell she was starting to get close.
His ears picked up the crunch of leaves in the woods, and he swore in that moment he was going to murder his brother.
Damon pulled back, silencing her animated protests with a hand, then he quickly slipped her panties and shorts back on. Elena's hair looked like a wild mess, her cheeks were flushed, and the phrase if looks could kill crossed his mind briefly. He mouthed his brother's name, and a little of the colour drained out of her cheeks.
Fuck. She's going to regret this, isn't she? You knew what you were getting into when you started this… idiot. Damn you to hell, Elena… You're going to destroy me.
Stefan's footsteps were getting louder, so Damon quickly stood them up, straightened his sheets, cracked his door open, and sprayed cologne on himself all in a blur before rounding on Elena in, what he considered, obvious fake anger.
"Elena, it's not my fucking fault you're on some martyr mission. News flash, the world doesn't revolve around you, doppleganger or not," he poured as much snarky-asshole as he could into his words, and a mixture of hurt and confusion filled her eyes when a flash of realization suddenly dawned in them before she rearranged her features to look the perfect mix of annoyed, righteous, and angry. I mean, she was pretty much a pro by this point when it came to arguing with him.
"I'm not letting anyone else die for me, Damon. Bonnie, Caroline, Jeremy, Jenna… they've all lost enough without losing their lives, too," she crossed her arms, and he could hear Stefan coming in the doorway, moving cautiously but quickly as he heard their raised argument.
"Oh, so you would have them lose you too on top of everything? Real fucking smart, Elena," he rolled his eyes, walking to the liquor cabinet in his room to get a drink. "The smartest thing to do is to avoid the whole thing completely. Find a way to kill Elijah, or whatever, because clearly the first time did not do the trick," he grimaced in real annoyance. Seriously, he shoved a giant piece of wood in the guy's heart. Why don't people just stay dead when they need to be? "We keep you incognito and under the radar here, figure out who this Klaus guy is, and deal with it as it comes. Which includes you not being stupid and running off to get yourself killed," he finished pouring his drink and turned to glare at her, silently praising her acting skills as Stefan reached the hallway.
"Everything all right?" Ah, yes. Baby brother to the rescue. And there was much rejoicing through all the land. Seriously, fuck off Stefan so I can fuck your girlfriend.
"Yes, Stefan. Just peachy," he sneered, not needing any acting to show his level of contempt for the self-righteous super-dude-hair-do of a brother he had now. He missed the days when Stefan was actually fun.
"Damon, I'm done discussing this. Goodnight, Stefan, I'll see you tomorrow," Elena sighed, turning heel and walking quickly out of the house. Phew. Disaster averted.
"Why was she here?" Stefan asked, raising an eyebrow at Damon. Okay, sort of averted.
"I may have sent a text asking if we could talk it through because she was being stupid Elena. I didn't realise how touchy she was or that she was still awake and here I am, innocently reading my book, and she just comes barging in guns blazing!" Damon dramatized, trying to slip at least a little bit of truth into what he was saying. Stefan grunted, and turned around to leave, muttering something about how it was Damon's fault blah blah blah unimportant. Damon, however, needed an ice shower to fix what Elena had done to him, and it gave him an unusual amount of satisfaction that Elena definitely felt the same. Halfway through getting undressed, however, Damon got a better idea. It wasn't very nice of him to leave unfinished business…