Sundae Bloody Sunday
A fic by Jen
Rating: M duh… lol
Disclaimer: I own none of TVD characters. I simply liie to take them out—play with them—give Damon his big happy—and then put them back! :)
A/N: Now, I want to dedicate this fic to Carly (Temptress-Kitten17) Sweetie, you're awesome and thank you for giving me the idea for the hot-fudge-sundae-Damon…lol! Nummy! Gah….Ian and whipped cream… O-M-G *faints* God help me, but that is a dream I could indulge in on a regular basis! lol! :) :) :)
Okay…enuff of my blather on with the numminess…
Jen :)
***********************D&E**********************D&E**********************D&E**********************
Chappie 1
Salvator House:
The thumping 'woof-woof' heavy bass sound of rave music blaring from downstairs awoke Damon with a snap. He shot up in bed, growled and ignoring his latest meal lying next to him, he glanced at the clock and shook his head in wonder. "Jesus Christ…" he groaned, running a hand through his rumpled hair. "What the fuck? It's Sunday, who the hell…but me would be having a party here at 11:45 in the morning?"
He tossed back the covers and crawled out of bed.
"Damon?" The happy meal on legs said from his bed.
He froze. "Shit." How had he forgotten about his latest distraction? He went back to the bed, tipped her chin up and smiled. "Look at me, sweetheart," he purred.
She blinked open her aquamarine eyes and gave him the 'Colgate' smile that had initially gotten his attention. She was fucking beautiful at 5'10, with large, ripe breasts that were *amazingly* all natural. Her long blond hair fell to a waist so tiny he could span it with his hands and her legs were shapely and went on for days—she was every man's fantasy come to life…but…she wasn't Elena.
Damon sighed. His distraction was a goddess, but she needed to go home now because she wasn't the woman he really wanted and now that he wasn't starving—no amount of alcohol was going to change the fact that she was nothing more than a substitute.
His eyes dilated as they met and held hers. "We had an amazing time. You think I'm the one. We gave each other the big happy more than once, but now it's time to go home. You'll call me tomorrow though because you can't live without me," he reminded her with a smirk, ever cognizant of getting his next meal.
The blond repeated his commands and then got out of bed and got dressed. Damon's cock took notice of her firm belly and rounded ass, he almost—almost had her stay, but he really wasn't in the mood anymore. He'd fucked her and fed on her—he really wanted something that was a little more tiny, curvy and brunette, but—he cursed under his breath—that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, even if Stefan had been AWOL for the last four days!
Now dressed, his goddess gave him a rousing and very wet kiss on the lips before she giggled her way out his door promising to 'call him tomorrow'.
He laughed as he licked his lips. "Of course you will." He'd compelled the dim-wit to do just that! Duh.
Naked; he padded across the room and flipped on the shower. The pounding beat of the music downstairs wasn't bothering him anymore. He knew Elena had to be here—no one else would dare. He stepped under the hot spray and smirked as he found himself moving to the throbbing beat. It was a quick shower and he dried himself off briskly, paying no attention to how beautiful his body was. He may act conceited and yeah, he knew he was sexy, but alone and naked—he didn't marvel at his sexiness!
He wrapped a towel around his waist and went to his dresser. He grabbed the first shirt he saw. Opened another drawer and grabbed some jeans and then a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer/briefs. He tossed the things he was going to wear on his bed before heading back to the bathroom to brush his teeth and put on his cologne. Damon was a firm believer in there was never an excuse to not look and smell your best.
The music got even louder as he was dressing. He eyes his door with a scowl as he pulled on the pair of faded Levis. He buttoned the fly, but ignored wearing a belt, preferring to let the jeans rest low on his hipbones instead. The white T-shirt he pulled on was tight and hugged his chest and belly, but it covered everything down to the waistband of his jeans so Damon considered himself ready to face his tormenters. He didn't notice how the thin cotton of his shirt gave his leanly sculpted muscles an ethereal appearance. Not that he'd have cared anyhow. Barefooted, he opened his door—winced at the rave type music that was even louder now and made his way down stairs.
He was halfway there when the music suddenly stopped and round of girlish giggles came from the parlor. Damon froze on the landing. One of those giggles was definitely Elena and she sounded buzzed. Well…maybe this might be worth getting up early for after all… He tip-toed down the stairs, pausing outside the living room, blatantly eavesdropping on the conversation going on inside.
"So, what's the..." *hiccup* "oops…naughtiest thing you've ever done, Elena?" Caroline asked, smothering another little hiccup.
Damon smirked devilishly as Elena followed that with a giggle. Yep, Elena was hammered. His day had definitely gotten more interesting and it didn't even matter that they were most likely pilfering from his stash of booze. He'd dreamed up this scenario easily about a dozen different times and in a dozen different ways. He wasn't pissed. Elena could drink all his booze as long as she did it here.
He paused outside the room, deciding to wait before alerting them to his presence. He wanted to hear Elena's answer first.
Elena's husky chuckle made all the blood in his body head south.
"Well…it's not really something I've done, exactly…it's more like a dream I've been having…"
Every instinct he had perked up at that. Damon leaned forward, eager to hear the details. Just what kind of naughty things did Elena dream about?
"So…what was it? Spill," Blondie prompted.
"Okay, but you have to promish me this never leaves this room…Not even if he compelshyou…"
She ran the two words together and Damon almost laughed out loud. He rolled his eyes. Oh brother. She really was tossed like a salad.
Caroline promised, even crossed her heart and Damon gritted his teeth in anxious suspense. C'mon, get on with it already. He really wanted to hear just how dirty Elena's mind really was.
Elena gave another soft laugh. "It was about Damon…"
What the fuck? Damon's eyes widened and his dick officially stood up and said 'hello'. Holy shit—had she just said she dreamed about him? Damon suddenly wished he'd provided an entire bar for her benefit because this was getting to be so hot it was definitely worth its weight in whatever booze they'd consumed.
Caroline gasped before letting out a squeal that set Damon's teeth on edge. "Damon! Oh my God! As in hottie vampire Damon?"
He smirked. Like there was any other? Caroline should know. It used to take him a full day to heal from the scratches she tended to leave on his back!
"Car, do you want to hear about thish or not?"
"Sorry…" she said. "So…tell me…what happened? Did you do it with him?"
Elena's voice lowered until it was just above a husky whisper. "We were naked…"
Again Caroline squealed and Damon almost interrupted just to tell her to stop that. Elena took care of that for him.
"Caroline, if you want to hear about my dream you're seriously going to have to quit going all Twilight-fan-girl on me!"
Damon bit back his laughter. He couldn't agree more.
Blondie sounded suitably chastened as she said, "Sorry."
Damon leaned forward again. Elena's voice was so breathy. It made his cock even harder.
"Okay, so my dream…it involved me and Damon. He was totally naked and I had him tied to my bed."
Damon about passed out. She had him—what?
"Elena, you little slut!" Caroline giggled.
"I know, right," Elena agreed, laughing too. "But he was so hot—all vulnerable."
Damon scowled. Vulnerable? No-fucking-way!
"So what did you do to—or with him?"
Yeah, Elena, Damon wondered, almost licking his lips in anticipation. Just what did you do to me?
"I had a can of whipped cream, some hot fudge and I rubbed it all over him. You know how hot his body is?"
"I know. Even with his, 'I'm all crazy guy' Damon is still the hottest thing since the invention of the 'Bic'!"
His grin got even cockier. Well, of course he was.
Elena's laugh was low and husky and it went right to his dick.
"He was totally under my control and I spread the whipping cream around his nipples and down his belly until I got to his—"
"Elena!" Caroline screamed.
Damon wanted to smack her. Shut the fuck up, Barbie! This was better than any of his own fantasies!
"He's big isn't he?"
Damon waited. Caroline made and *mmhmm* sound and confirmed that he was "very big" Damon released the breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding. He was confident in his cock, but it wasn't like he'd ever done the measuring thing.
"So…" Elena purred, "After I had him covered in whipped cream and hot fudge…I put the big fat cherry on his—"
Caroline's *fan-girl* squeal drowned out Elena's words, but Damon didn't need to hear them to complete the visual. He swallowed hard. Jesus, he was hard as a rock because he knew damned well where that cherry had been.
Well, well, well… it looked like Elena was a very naughty girl after all… His smile was just this side of lewd and lascivious.
"Elena you're such a wench!" Caroline cried. "I can't believe you dream about Damon!" She took a breath, "Wait. Was this before or after Stefan took off?"
Elena gave a slight pause and Damon held his breath, waiting for her reply. "Before. Way-way-like long time before…I've been dreaming about Damon for months," Elena confided.
Damon wasn't sure if he was more surprised or baffled. She was obviously into him-so why the denial?
"Oh my God!" Caroline gasped, echoing his own thoughts, "You're so bad!"
"Hey, why am I bad? You're the one who's actually screwed him…maybe I should be calling you that!"
"Yeah, but I didn't know what he was then. I just thought he was this amazingly sexy guy that was into me."
There were more giggles and then Elena asked, "So...what was he like?"
Her voice was almost rough. She was turned on. No doubt about it. Damon wavered on whether this was a good or bad thing. While he loved hearing that gritty heat in Elena's voice, he did not like where this might be heading. The very last thing he wanted was Barbie sharing about all the cruel and unusual things he did to her…
Okay. Fuck it. It was time to make his appearance.
He sauntered into the room like he owned the place—which he did. "Well…what do we have here? Having a party and I wasn't invited?"
Both girls whipped their heads in his direction. Elena looked stunned before a blush stained her cheeks a lovely shade of rose. Caroline giggled nervously.
"How long have you been here?" Elena asked, fidgeting with her drink.
'Long enough' Damon thought, but instead he simply smirked and said. "You know if I wasn't so assured in my utter charm, I think I'd be hurt you neglected to invite me to your party session…" He strolled across the room to inspect the damage to his liquor supply. Sure enough, they'd gone through a bottle of his best bourbon, but Damon figured one hundred year old bottle of booze was worth the info he'd gathered. He poured himself a glass of his favorite scotch.
"So…" he asked, unable to keep the smirk off his face, "what are we celebrating?"
The girls' shared a look and Damon knew they were wondering if he'd heard them. He played dumb and simply waited for their answer as he sipped his scotch.
They whispered to themselves for a second before Caroline raised her head and chirped, "We're celebrating Elena's new found freedom from doom and gloom girl!"
Damon let them have their lie. "Really?" was all he said in response, raising his glass again and downing his drink. "Well then…" He poured another dollop in his glass, "I guess here's to you and not being all doom and gloom girl," he purred to Elena before taking a long sip of the alcohol.
Elena shivered at the way her name rolled off his tongue like a caress. It was so erotic how much sexual heat he put in something as simple as her name. Elena's eyes roamed his body, taking in the oozing 'come and get me' sex appeal vibe he was giving off. It was almost like he knew what she and Caroline had been talking about.
She frowned at the thought, but decided to brazen it out and pretend that she hadn't just described making him her desert. Elena poured herself another glass of bourbon. "You can kick it if you want…more the merrier and all that." Her eyes pretty much stripped him naked and she giggled. "Wanna join our party, Damon?""
Damon locked eyes with Elena. Was she fucking serious? He wasn't sure. She was pretty wasted. "And here I thought you'd be home crying your eyes out because the love of your life is gone…this is a surprise."
Elena narrowed her eyes on him. "Well, Buzz-kill-Bob, you thought wrong," she said with a negligent shrug. "I am totally celebrating. Katherine can have him. At least he won't try to kill her…"
Damon nodded, taking another healthy sip from his drink. All kidding aside, he didn't blame Elena for being bitter and hateful. It wasn't everyday your boyfriend loses his mind and tries to tear your throat out. "You know that was Klaus' fault, right?"
Damon mentally gave himself one of those classic V8 headslaps. Why was he defending Stefan? He should be crowing about his brother's weaknesses and yet he couldn't. Despite Stefan being moron—he was still his brother and Damon found himself caring about that all of a sudden.
She shrugged. "I don't care. You were right. He should have been drinking human blood the whole time. Then maybe he could've controlled himself better."
Elena shuddered and Damon was sure she was reliving it. All at once his caring for Stefan dropped. His jaw tightened as he remembered Stefan tearing into Elena's neck. His brother had snarled like the beast he could be as he tried to rip open her flesh. Damon had yanked her out of his embrace, her blood spraying all of them as Stefan had tried to go in for another bite. It had been too much, and in that very second, Damon had come closer than ever to staking his brother. The only thing that'd saved Stefan from getting ended right then and there had been the knowledge that Klaus had compelled him. But still, once it was over, Damon had slammed his little brother against the wall and told him in no uncertain terms that if he ever—ever even looked at Elena wrong again, Damon wouldn't hesitate to shove some wood straight into his heart—brother or not, there wouldn't be another chance!
Elena wasn't smiling anymore and the tension in the air was getting thick as that night came back to them all…
Caroline grabbed the bottle. "Okay, enough!" she announced. "We're here to get rid of the doom and gloom…not bring it on again. Ding-Dong-the prick is dead! Klaus is gone and we want to celebrate so Damon if you're here to have fun…" She patted the seat between her and Elena, "you can play with us." She gave him a flirty smile he hadn't seen from her since he'd first dated her. And as quick as it came it went as she said, "If not. Go back to your room."
He raised a brow at Bi-Polar Blondie ordering him about in his own house, but what the hell… She was right. Klaus was dead and Elena was apparently ready to talk to him again. "Okay, I'm game," he said, grabbing a fresh bottle and coming to sit between them. He reclined back against the couch and smirked. "What are we playing?"
He wriggled his brows at Elena and surprisingly, she giggled, picking up her glass and took a sip. "Never have I ever," she told him. "It's a drinking game—ever played it?"
He rolled his eyes and whined, "Well, that's not fair. I'm pretty much guaranteed to drink every time."
Elena gave him a small smile at him over the rim of her glass. "Oh really, why is that?"
He did that flirty eye thing with her and Elena's smile widened. "Because I'm a vampire who's lived for oh…a hundred and forty odd years and the chances of me not doing something you two can come up with is highly unlikely."
She chuckled, that sexy, husky little laugh that never failed to go straight to Damon's cock. "Well, I guess we'll have to see about that, won't we?" She finished off her drink and held it out to Damon for a re-fill. "Are you in or not?"
Damon didn't hesitate. Any chance to get back in her good graces was a done deal as far as he was concerned, and today was shaping into a chance to get in to much more than just her good graces. He gave her a smile as he poured her another glass of bourbon. "Oh yeah," he purred, "I'm most definitely in."
**************D&E************D&E**************D&E**************D&E***************
An hour later they were all getting pretty sauced. Damon had been surprised at just how many 'never had he evers' he had. But then again, thanks to Caroline he'd admitted that no, he'd never passed a note in class and gotten 'busted' for it, no, he'd never-ever a crush on one of his teachers, though he did confess to having a thing for one of Stefan's nannies, but that didn't count. No, he'd never snuck a boy into his room after midnight, no he definitely never played strip poker with the Jr. Varsity Football team and last, but certainly not least, no, he'd absolutely never played spin the bottle with one 'Buck-Toothed' Timmy Carlson and had to 'make-out' with the kid for a full minute straight. But, apparently Elena had done these things, and if the glare she was giving Barbie at the moment was any indication, she was not pleased with her friend for bringing up those particular events.
Damon was beginning to realize what a wild child Elena had been before she'd hooked up his broody brother. It was exciting. Too bad he hadn't met her first. Unable to resist teasing her, he leaned over and whispered, "Who's Timmy Carlson and should I be jealous?"
He flashed a cheeky grin and Elena smacked him playfully on the bicep. "Ugh, I don't even want to think about it, much less talk about it."
Damon nodded with faux sympathy. "That bad, huh?" he smirked. "Was it the buck teeth that made it so bad?"
Elena put her hands on his chest and pushed him back so that he was lying against the couch. "Shut up!"
"Make me," he shot back.
"Damon…" she growled, climbing on top of him and practically straddling his hips.
He licked his lips, hungry for her. "Elena…" he purred in return, letting her manhandle him.
Caroline narrowed her eyes on them and sighed. "Okay, boring. Unless you're asking me to join you-are we playing still or are you two getting a room?"
Elena blushed and climbed off him. "Oops, sorry," she said, blushing. "Yeah, Car…we're still playing."
Damon could have gladly snapped Barbie's neck at that point. Though, her offer to join them was intriguing. Still, he wanted Elena and he was achingly turned on and Blondie had spoiled his fun. Instead, of ripping caroline a new one though, he smiled and poured everyone a fresh round. "I do believe it's my turn…"
He glanced at Elena and then to Caroline. "Okay, I say we up the ante…if we all have a 'never have I ever' we take off a piece of clothing." He flashed a wicked smirk. "You know you invited me to play just so you could get me naked…" he said, fluttering impossibly long, dark lashes.
Elena nodded absently. She seemed transfixed on Damon's chest. Tha T-shirt really just made him seem more naked that actally being naked...
Caroline giggled. "Okay, but I can up your ante. I say not only do we strip, but if we all have a 'never have I ever…we have to act t it out too."
Elena was the first to respond, much to Damon's surprise. "Okay. I'm game," she said, looking at him and turning his own words back on him.
He almost groaned out loud at the way her eyes were eating him up. His dick, which had been hard since he walked in this room, was now uncomfortably rigid.
Damon wet his lips and to further his torment, Elena avidly watched. He decided to make a show of it. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, scraping his teeth across it and her heart beat accelerated. Their eyes collided and there was such heat in hers, he inhaled sharply. Fuck! He wanted to get Elena out of those clothes—and bad. His blue eyes held hers as he whispered, "Never have I ever played 'never have I ever' naked."
To his surprise the reaction he got wasn't what he was expecting. Elena and Caroline both groaned and picked up their glasses.
Damon's eyes widened and despite his disappointment at not getting Elena naked that easily, he started to laugh. "Why you little—"
"Hey watch it!" Caroline snapped.
He turned to Elena. "Someone used to be naughty…"
She shot back her drink and gave him a sultry smile that made his entire body tighten with lust. "Someone still is…" she purred, raking her eyes across his chest and down until she focused pointedly on his groin and the prominent bulge there. "And so are you…" she said softly.
Damon's jaw dropped and he bit back a growl. He wanted to discuss that little comment further, but Caroline—ever his party pooper—spoke up and interrupted the moment.
"Okay, my turn," she said. She tapped her chin for a moment before leveling her blue eyes on Elena. "I got it." A wicked gleam sparkled there making Elena squirm. "Never have I ever had a wet dream about my boyfriends' brother."
You could have heard a pin drop. Elena looked furious and embarrassed. Damon leaned forward, definitely interested at this point. He glanced towards Barbie; maybe she wasn't so bad after all. She'd just put into play a situation that he'd been trying to get Elena into for over two years…
Damon had a hard time keeping the *shit-eating-grin* off his face. If she admitted that she dreamed of him, then Damon would know she had feelings for him—which he already did—but she didn't know that. If she didn't—well, then she was lying and that could go all kinds of ways. It was a total win-win and his admiration for Caroline went up several notches.
"Well, Elena…" he prodded, doing his flirty-eye thing as he leaned in, getting up and into her personal space. "Have you or haven't you had naughty dreams of me?"
Elena toyed with her glass, shooting both Caroline and Damon dirty looks as she kept quiet. Her expression was pugnacious, belligerent at best, almost daring her friend to break her confidence.
Caroline giggled obviously feeling no remorse for the position she'd placed Elena in. Getting her friend out of her shell and back to being 'fun' was the rule for the day. And as far as Caroline was concerned, any methods she had to use were excusable if they got Elena back to her old self. Caroline was more than willing to apologize later for whatever she put her friend through-after all it was for Elena's own good!
Her smile was sly as she turned to Elena, twirling the amber liquid in her glass. "Is that a no-or a yes?"
Elena looked like she wanted to smack the smirk right off Blondie's face. "I'm so getting you back for this!" she finally snapped. She lifted the glass. "Yes, I've had sex dreams about you, Damon—happy?" she practically snarled and tossed back the bourbon inside.
Damon waited a heartbeat before responding. "What did we do?"
"None of your business!" Elena replied, crossing her arms.
"If I was in it I'd say it's totally my business," he shot back, another *Cheshire cat* grin spreading across his face.
Maybe it was the teasing at her expense or maybe Elena was simply ready to discover if he was as good as his hype. Whatever her reasons, Damon was floored when she got up and told Caroline there was a can of whipped cream, a bottle of hot fudge and a jar of maraschino cherries in the kitchen and would the blond mind getting them for her?
"You want to know what I did to you?" she asked in a sultry voice, climbing up on the couch with him and straddling his lap. This time she had him under her with purpose and Damon swallowed convulsively.
His ability to speak had apparently abandoned him along with her inhibitions and Damon could only nod his reply. Not even an *unh-huh* escaped his constricted throat.
Elena ran her hands over his chest before grabbing the hem of the T-shirt and shoving it up. "Lift your arms," she demanded. Stunned and horny-Damon obeyed. She tossed his shirt over her shoulder and just-like-that Damon felt like the prey, rather than the predator. She was eating him alive."I made a hot fudge sundae out of this beautiful body of yours," she told him, running her hands along his perfect chest, familiarizing herself with the sculpted muscles he his under hisshirts.
She piched his nipples and he gulped-literally gulped. "Really?"
Damon tried and failed to snap out of his stupor. Oh shit! He was screwed. And was that squeak really his voice?
She giggled and tugged on the hardened little nubs of his nipples, taunting him further. "Really," Elena confirmed, giving him the naughtiest grin he'd ever seen.
Damon bit back a groan. "And what happened next?" he all but pleaded, arching his hips under her when she gave him a tiny little titty twister.
Elena grinded herself on him, stunning Damon even further. She placed a hot kiss along his neck and he came very close to whimpering as the scent of her arousal flooded his senses. "And then I ate you all up," she finished in a husky, breathless voice just as she bit down on his neck.
His eyes snapped shut and that moan he'd been holding back burst forth. "Oh, fuck me!" he gasped out, his dick so hard that he was scared it might burst the zipper on his jeans-or worse, come in his pants like a newbie with his first chick. Elena made him just that crazy!
As if reading his mind, Elena scooted off his lap. "Not yet…maybe later," she said, taking a last nip at his earlobe before she went back to her own seat.
"Oh God…" Damon panted, clenching his fists. He wanted her-bad and in that moment he was totally and utterly under her thrall. He turned to her, about to tell her what a fucking tease she was when Caroline came back in the room then carrying the items Elena had sent her after.
"Got em!" she called out and handed Elena the whipped cream first.
Elena grabbed the can of whipped cream from Caroline and for once Damon wasn't sure if he was angry or grateful for that interruption because this new aggressive Elena had him spinning out of control!
Elena advanced upon him, like a lioness stalking her prey. She was shaking the can of whipping cream in a way that had him thinking all kinds of sex.
"Elena..." he said, not at all sure whether he was warning her off or egging her on.
"Yes, Damon?" she said back with a smile was so dirty he shivered he actually felt the need for a shower. Her big brown eyes, which he once considered innocent (not anymore) raked over his half naked body with leisured hunger.
She waved the tip of the can at his fly. "You might want to lose the pants, Damon...this is gonna get..." her smile was positively indecent! "A little messy," she purred.
He almost fucking had a frigging heart attack at that. Had she seriously just asked him to lose his pants? His belly clenched and he knew he was a goner. She was going to have him and really-why the hell was he complaining again? Might as well go with the flow and take control because Damon decided then and there that he didn't liike being the hunted.
He'd much rather be the hunter...
******************D&E******************D&E*******************D&E**********************D&E*****************
Okay guys…here's the first part. This isn't a serious fic so I hope you all take it in the spirit it is written in…it's all fun! Carly, I love ya, babe…Sar, you too. You both are so amazing and thank you for your help with this fic. :) :) :)
Now if all of you would please click that little blue button and feed the beast that I call a musie…I'd really appreciate it. :) :)
