a/n: okay, so here is another short, smutty one shot. The idea has been rolling around in my head for a good week or so now and it just won't piss off. I'm not entirely fond of the plot dynamic so much, and I do think of it as slightly a/u, especially considering that it our time this never happened, but the for sake of imagining Damon naked some more thanks to the help of the loverly Ian, just go with me on this. Hehe Happy Reading! Warning: more bad words and slight dirty talk, cuz you just gotta know that Damon likes it. ;)

"Come on Stefan, please." Damon could hear her voice from across and down the hall. He hated his vampire powers on night like this, nights when Elena would stay over in his brother's room. Nights they would make love, although now that he thought about it, neither of them had put him through that particular brand of torture lately.

"I'm tired Elena." Stefan's voice was distant, gruff and just slightly cold. Damon wasn't sure what the hell his brothers problem was, but obviously the kid needed to be smacked upside the head. You don't turn a willing woman down, because eventually she'll either find someone else who will give her the attention.

"You said that last night." She pleaded, but she wasn't whiningly desperate. She was sexually frustrated and needed to have her needs met. "Vampires can stay awake for weeks at a time, you can't tell me that you're tired again."

"I'm tired." He repeated, and Damon heard the springs in the mattress creek as Stefan rolled away from her. Damon could imagine the harsh rejection Elena felt and it killed him.

"I'm going home then." She said, slipping from the bed. Stefan grunted and tugged the blankets over his head when she unwarningly switched on the light to find her clothes and her bag. "Good night Stefan." She said, her voice so low and quiet that Damon barely heard the hint of tears behind it.

Another loud grunt was Stefan's only response, so Elena pulled open the bedroom door and left her vampire boyfriend to the dark. Damon waited half a minute before jumping from his bed and moving to his door. He heard the faintest sound of crying before he pulled it open. Elena jumped slightly at the sight of his shadowed form in the door way. "Are you alright?" Damon asked, seeing the thin trails of tears fighting dry on her cheeks. "I heard you crying."

"I'm fine." She continued to walk, almost right past him, but he reached out and grabbed her arm at the last moment. "What is it Damon? I don't have the patience to deal with anymore crap tonight."

"Will you come in here please? I'd like to ask you something."

"Ask me now."

"Just come inside." He leveled his gaze and she relenting, dropping her bag beside the bedroom door before he closed it.

This was when they got their first real looks at each other. Damon's eyes swept over her body, long legs uncovered until tiny, almost not-even-there sleep shorts appeared on her hips. Her arms were bare also, her breasts and upper abdomen covered by a piece of purple fabric some would call a tank top. He took in the wide peek of flesh at her stomach and lower back as she stood from depositing her shoes next to her bag. The tears were gone now, but the look of determination and rejection still clouded her eyes, He could sense the hungry lust burning in her and wondered if it was for him or just in general because she was horny.

Elena knew it was a mistake to be in here with him. She could sense it in her bones that something was going to happen, could happen between her and Damon. It was like a magnetic force pulling them together, but she dug her heels into the ground and crossed her arms. She may be aching, may be needy but she would not be one of those girls. She just couldn't be. Then, she let herself have a moment to imagine what it could be like if she did let herself be reckless and stupid, and…well…let's be honest- a cheater. It would be wonderful, it would be dangerous. It would toe curling and heart pounding and a night she would never forget, but tomorrow when the sun came up and shone over her guilt and she would have to look Stefan in the eyes, she wasn't certain she could handle it.

No matter how incredible and tempting Damon looked standing there all half naked and glorious in the low glow of his bedside table. The shadows in the room cast wonderful lines over his upper body and shoulders. The lines of his muscles seemed deeper, more intense. His eyes were taunting, tempting and she found herself getting lost in them, moving towards him before she could stop herself. He was too damn intoxicating for their own good, and she knew she had to get out of their soon before something happened they would both regret. "What is it you wanted to talk about Damon?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to keep from reaching out for him.

He stuck his hands in the deep pockets of his pajama pants and shrugged. "Mostly I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I'm fine." She said through gritted teeth, cursing herself for letting her eyes wander over his abs. It's like he was beautiful on purpose, like he was made to taunt and tease her. A sculpture in a fine museum you weren't allowed to touch.

"Fucked up, Insecure, Needy and Emotional." He laughed at the old joke, then stopped when he saw she wasn't smiling.

Well, Elena thought with frustration- doesn't that just hit the nail right on the head. "I am none of those things."

"That's not what a little birdy told me." He smirked and stepped closer to her, hands still securely in his pockets.

She watched them like a hawke, waiting for him to swoop down and attack her, throw her on the bed and tear her clothes off. Part of her wished he would, and part of her screamed for her to get out of there. She listened to neither and kept looking at him. "It's not nice to eavesdrop on other's conversations."

He nodded and freed one hand to place it over his heart. "I apologize, I cannot help it if my ears are tuned to your voice, especially when it's asking things I could fulfill."

She rolled her eyes and bent to pick up her bag. "Good night Damon."

His fingers locked tightly around her wrist, forcing her to drop the bag. "Wait, please. Hear me out."

"I don't want to hear what you have to say. I'm not one of your sorority girls you can just charm and flirt into bed. I'm not that desperate."

"Oh, I think you are. But, that is besides the point. I don't want to charm and flirt you into bed. I want you to come willingly."

"Never." She shook her head and pulled her hand from his grasp. It was easier to deal with her lust and need when she transferred it into frustrated anger. "Don't touch me again."

He held up his hands in surrender and shuffled back a few inches. "I promise, I won't touch you again until you ask."

She raised one eyebrow at him. "That'll be the day." She scoffed, but halfway through to grabbing her bag, she stopped and looked at him. She wasn't tired, she was wide awake, pissed off, horny and rejected. At least Damon wanted to talk to her, flirt with her, give her the time of day. Out of mere loneliness she gave in. "Alright Damon, what's your plan?"

"My plan?" he'd been expecting her to leave, to go home and relieve the tension in her own way. He knew she could, that she did. He'd stood under her window enough times listening to her moan and cry. A few times he was sure he'd heard his name fall from her lips, but it wasn't exactly something you could ask a girl about later.

"You always have a plan Damon. Usually one that involves getting me into bed, so let's have it. Just for kicks, it would entertain me to see what your dark mind has come up with tonight."

"It's simple really." He shrugged and went to sit on the edge of the bed. It put a few more inches of distance between them, but it was closer to the main goal. "You need release, I need release. My brother won't give it to you and I can't stop thinking about you. I've tried, believe me I have, but it's not just working. Maybe if we get it out of our systems we will be able to move on."

"You don't really believe that?" she licked her lips all the same, letting her mind toy with the thought. One night of pure, unabashed sex with Damon Salvatore…Caroline had told her enough to know that it would ruin anything Stefan could have do, if he ever decided to touch here again that is. "What are the terms?" she asked, not believing that she was actually considering this. "Hypothetically of course."

Damon smirked, but quickly hid it with a cough; he was winning. "Hypothetically, you may make the rules. My only terms are that you have to cum for me, and you have to scream my name when you do."

Elena was almost certain she could follow through with that. She'd fantasized about him enough, not that she would admit that to anyone, not even herself until right now. "And what about in the morning when we wake up and so does Stefan?"

It pained him, almost killed him even to suggest it, but he did anyway. "If afterwards, you regret it…I can compel you into forgetting it." It wouldn't be the first time he made her forget something important, something life changing.

Elena let the idea swim around, and finally nodded. "I accept the terms."

Damon wasn't sure if he was pleased, or hurt. "Really?"

"Don't press your luck." She warned, coming over to the bed and standing in front of him. "I do have one more rule, if that's alright."

"Of course." His hands were already itching to get a hold of her, but she was standing just out of reach. "It's your call."

"No confessions of love. I don't think either of us could handle it."

He nodded and held out his hand to her. "I accept the terms."

Elena looked between his quickly darkening eyes and his upturned palm. If she took his hand, if she crossed this line there would be no going back. Compulsion or not her body would know. Her heart would sense it every time they were in the same room. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and took stepped forward, preparing herself for him like she would diving off a plank. He gently pulled her to him so she was standing between his legs. She felt his hand rest tentatively on her bare hip slowly slipping under the shirt to rest on her waist, their skin searing together like burnt flesh.

She nearly gasped as the first tingles of connection hit her. She rarely ever felt his skin on her skin, and feeling it in such an intimate place shocked her. It also drove her mad, considering no one had touched her in weeks. "Don't be afraid." He murmured, bringing her closer. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"I'm not afraid." Her voice was stammering already, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest and he was only touching her with one hand.

"Then why are you trembling?" he brought his free hand up and tangled his fingers in her hair, gently massaging her neck. She needed to relax a little or this wasn't going to work.

"I'm cold." She lied, knowing that he knew the instant his dark chuckle reached her ears.

"Good thing I have blankets."

He stood then, one hand smoothing down her neck, her arm to her waist while the other went up the back of her shirt, pulling the excuse she called a tank top over her head. He hadn't really expected her to be wearing nothing beneath it, but it was a nice surprise all the same. She hissed as his rough hands brushed against her hardened nipples. "Fuck, Damon." Her lips were open slightly but her teeth were clenched tightly. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"I've barely even started yet." It sounded more like a threatening promise than a statement. "By the end of tonight you'll be writhing and screaming and you will be mine."

"I don't belong to anyone." She'd meant to sound demanding, to sound sure but her voice was breathless and her chest rose and fell rapidly as his tongue swirled around one nipple, his hands slipping her shorts down her legs. They fell in a pool at her feet and she quickly kicked out of them. His fingers hooked in her panties then, but went no further. "I don't belong Stefan and I certainly don't belong to you."

Damon nodded, tugging her closer to him thanks to the red silk panties she was wearing. She'd tried to seduce Stefan with naughty lingerie and he'd still rolled over? The thought pissed Damon right off, so he did something to distract himself; he kissed her. At first she didn't respond, but then he wrapped his fingers in her hair and bent her head back. She moaned softly, her mouth opening in response. "You may not belong to either of us now Elena, but by the end of tonight, you will know who you want."

She wanted to contradict him, wanted to curse him, but she couldn't. "More." She mumbled, finding his lips and kissing him like she'd never kissed Stefan. Their breath was hot as it mixed and she clung to his bare shoulders for balance as the first intense kiss rocked her right to the ground. Damon stood, not breaking the kiss as he reached to turn off the light and slip out of his pants. She whimpered at the slight loss of contact when he pulled back to trail kisses down her neck, but it soon turned to a pleased moan when he found the spot that would do her in.

There were just some spots you couldn't hit yourself, and since Stefan had taken himself off the plate for a while now, she'd had to give up a lot of wonderful sensations."Come here." Damon mumbled, pulling her closer to the bed. She looked down at the blood red satin sheets and shook her head. "You can back out now if you want, but I'm sorry to say that once I get you on that bed I might not be able to stop. It's not a threat Elena, it's a friendly warning. I've wanted you for too long."

She nodded, understanding and sat herself on the bed, silently sliding back to make room for him. He watched her sit up on her knees, and hold out her hand. When he was kneeling in front of her, the bed dipping dangerously to the center, he framed her face with both hands and smoothed her hair back from the crown of her head. He placed a kiss on her forehead, closing his eyes and prayed this wasn't a dream. "Touch me Damon." She sighed into his lips before slipping her tongue between in teeth in exploration.

Damon heard, felt her moan when his tongue met hers. Then he felt her whole body tremble as his hands raked down her body, his nails scraping slightly at her sides, He mumbled an apology into the kiss and ripped her remaining covering off her body. "If you want me to be rough, I'll be rough. If you want me to be gently I can do that too. All you have t do is say the word."

Elena could feel the intense need building up inside her, she could smell it as her legs spread a little further apart as his hand teased her. His fingers never slipped inside but he was close, and that was torture. "Surprise me." She managed out, before locking his lips again.

He could tell that she was a screamer from the first moment he met her. Some girls just were, and if you were smart enough, well versed enough in the ways of women, a man could pick it out. Damon had just known, and unfortunately thanks to Stefan and a few late nights without ear plugs, he had learned his assumption had been correct. Now, Elena was going to scream for HIM as she came for HIM. He was going to make sure that she never forgot this, even after the compulsion she would remember the feelings, the sensations. She might not remember his face, but she would know someone had made her world fall apart in one night.

They were both completely bare, and his body screamed at him to make the final connection now, but he didn't want to rush her. She'd been ignored for so long, her body deserved a little foreplay. Gently and carefully he laid her down on the bed, positioning himself between her legs. She sucked in a breath and held it, waiting for what he was going to do, terrified and excited at the same time. "Touch me Damon." She moaned, biting her bottom lip near to drawing blood.

"Patience." He shook his head, bring one leg up a little higher and pressing kisses from her ankle to her hip.

"Damon," she hissed, her fingers lacing in his hair and pressing him closer. "please."

"The begging won't work on me Elena. Either tell me what you want like a woman or deal with the torture."

She quite liked the torture, so she sucked it up and bit her tongue for the moment. He kissed back down her other leg, then breathed a hot trail of fire over her already heating core. The cooled the instant it hit her soaked skin and she mumbled something he didn't understand. Instead of asking her to repeat it, he kissed over her stomach, up her ribs and around each breast before coming back to her neck. Elena felt as though someone had poured gasoline over her and lit a match. If Damon hadn't had her hands pinned at her sides she would have forced him back down. "You're too good at this." She gasped when he released her lips from a series of hard, deep kisses.

"It's just natural for some people." He shrugged, running his hand between her breasts and down to cup her heated core.

She couldn't believe how such a simple gesture could be so possessive, drive her so crazy but it did. She bucked up against his hand searching for any relief at all but found now. She whimpered again, but he only shook his head. "What?" she asked exasperatly, clenching his bicep with her free arm.

"You have to tell me what you want."

"Don't you just know, naturally?"

"Of course." He let his middle finger slip down and in, then up to tease her clit. She hissed in pleasure, but then it was gone. "I want to hear you say it. Learn to ask for what you want Elena, and it will be near impossible for anyone to deny you of it."

"I doubt Stefan would agree with you."

"I'm not Stefan." He growled, biting into her neck roughly, but no fangs. She stiffened, waiting for the sharp pain, but none came.

"You most certainly are not." She gasped and brushed her hair back from her face. "Alright Damon, you win. I want you to touch me, finger me and lick me until I come for you. Then I want you to fuck me and kiss me and make me scream."

"I'm sure I can handle that."

He let his middle finger drop, search for her entrance as his thumb rubbed gently at her clit. "More." She demanded, a little too loudly.

"Shhh." He shook his head at her and put a finger to her lips. "We don't want to wake up dear baby brother now."

She let her head fall back into the pillows and arched her hips up into his hand. "It feels so good Damon."

"I know, tell me how much." He began rubbing slightly faster, the few words she managed to get out quickly turning to satisfied moans. "Are you ready to come for me Elena?"

She nodded her head, thankful when he released her other hand so she could thread it through his hair. He bent down, his tongue and lips finding her nipple as she felt the first true hints of release build up inside her. He wanted to taste, wanted to show her every pleasure possible, so with a faint pop he released her and slid his way down her body. Elena cursed and clapped a hand over her mouth when she felt the first sweep of Damon's tongue against her. He secured both his hands tightly around her hips and used his vampire strength to hold her down.

Within minutes of his oral teasing she was over the moon and calling his name through her fist. He wanted to hear her cry for him at the top of her lungs, but it just wouldn't do to have Stefan walk in on them. If he could convince her to do this again when they were alone in the house…but that was for later. And only if she didn't demand he compel the memory of tonight away. "Stop Damon." She sighed, unable to take anymore of the torture.

He pulled back and wiped his mouth with the top sheet before coming up her body to kiss her. He wasn't sure if she would after what he'd just done, but was pleasantly surprised when she deepened the kiss, moaning low in her throat. "What do you want now?" he asked, pulling back to place kisses to her damp forehead and cheeks.

"It's okay if you want to stop." She said, looking up at him. "You've put more time and effort into this than anything Stefan's ever tried. I don't think I could come again for days."

He laughed and brought her up she was sitting in front of him. "I'm no where's close to done with you, as long as you don't mind going on."

She shook her head and wrapped her almost lifeless arms around his neck. "What do you want me to do?"

"What do you mean?" he looked at her slightly dazed face and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. Judging by the state of her half open eyes he was going to have to give her a few more seconds to recover.

"Stefan's only ever..." she gestured with one hand wildly before finding the lady balls to speak. "eaten me out once, and it was only to get something in return."

Damon literally could have punched his brother through a wall for mistreating this girl in the bedroom for so long. "Tonight is about you, and us." He said, a finger under her chin to make sure she was paying attention. "If and when we decide to do this again, we can explore and experiment, but right now we have more important things to do than 'even the field'."

"Thank you." Elena smiled at him, kissing the tip of his nose. It was a simple endearing gesture, but one that went straight to his still heart.

"You don't have to thank me for giving you what you deserve Elena. You're a beautiful woman and you should be worshipped on a regular basis. There should never be night where you are rejected. If I was…" he let the thought disappear and shook his head. "No more talking hey?"

"Okay." She nodded and pulled him down on top of her, her knees coming up to straddle his hips. "What's next then?"

"Whatever you want." The interlude had 'softened his mood a little' but when she rubbed against him, new life spread through his veins. "I'm ready, believe me."

She laughed and rubbed up one more time, feeling just how ready, ready was. "What position should we try first?"

He shook his head. "Babe, if you wanna get into the different positions, we're going to need more than one night."

Elena had already decided between orgasm two and three that this would not be the last time she would share a bed with Damon, but she wasn't prepared to tell him that yet. Her heart was her own to give, and if she decided to take it back from Stefan and give it to his brother, she was free to do so. Stefan could just as quickly leave her for Katherine. God knows that he'd been spending enough time with the vixen lately. Elena ignored the thought and focused on the brother she was currently wrapped up in- or rather around. "Let's just start here?" she offered, rocking her hips against his until they found her entrance together.

Damon leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss, smothering her first moans of pleasure as he slipped inside her. He felt her clench tightly around him and he nearly lost control right there. He'd waited so long for this, the nirvana of having her all to himself, of having her look at him that way while she ran her fingers over his back. It was almost too much to take, but he pushed any declarations aside and began moving his hips. At first, she met him at each thrust but as the pleasure became too much for her she began to lose her rhythm. He decided to change it up a bit and rolled himself onto his back. "Try this." He said, helping her adjust to the new situation.

She settled down onto him a little more comfortably and within moments they were back up to pace. "Wow." Was all she could say as she brought them both pleasure. It was incredible, how special it could feel when they worked together.

"Let go Elena." He encouraged, his hands moving over her like a madman as she rode herself up. When she felt herself losing grip on reality she set her hands on his chest and dug in. He hissed at the feel of her nails in his skin, but loved it all the same. The pain made it more real and even though the marks she left on him would be gone by morning, it was a nice memory for the moment. He memorized the way her hair fell, the shape of her breasts, the smile and the twinkle in her eye. "You're so beautiful."

"Careful." She warned, looking at him pointedly. "Admissions like that can lead to other things."

"Don't worry." He reached up and wrapped his hand around her neck, pulling her lips to his. "I don't love you."

She was surprised at just how much that hurt, after she'd been sure it would be a relief to hear Damon didn't feel that way, but it just plain hurt. She blinked back the tears and shook her head slightly. This wasn't about love anyway, it never had been. Sure, the look in his eyes had confused her a bit, made her think that maybe it was possible, but if he didn't love her there was no sense in worrying about it. "Good, because I don't love you either."

"There's a relief." He chuckled and did his best to smile. He'd said it first, but hearing those words in her mouth at a moment like this nearly crushed him.

"Fuck you Damon."

"I thought you were doing a pretty good job." He teased, slapping her ass just lightly.

"Hey, that was not in the rules." She laughed and sat up, finding her rhythm again. "I don't appreciate it."

"I apologize." He held up his hands again, but she grabbed them and put them back on her hips.

"Are you ready to come for me?" she teased, pressing kisses over the smooth skin of his chest and shoulders.

"I've been ready, believe me."

She laughed and moved a little faster, joined by him as they reached a new height together. He was actually moving with her, a part of it and that made the release all the more sweet.

A few hours later, Elena forced herself awake and slipped out of Damon's arms and Damon's bed. Feelings were getting to real, emotions to raw and she just had to get away. At home there was a shower and she could wash the sin away, but the memory would stay with her. As she pulled her tanktop on, she glance at Damon's sleeping body. The sheet just barely covered his waist, his arms wrapped around the pillow now that she'd gone. It hurt, cut her like a knife but she left him like that and went home.

a/n: well, I'm not sure I can just leave this as a one shot. What do you all think? Review pretty please!