Disclaimers: Vampire Diaries belong to L. J. Smith and the CW. I do not own them. I'm only taking the characters out to play.

Friends, Lovers, Family

Chapter One: Clearing the Air

Damon listened to Bonnie speak to someone one the phone as he toweled off. It had felt good to shower off all the sweat after the previous day. He never wanted to be that close to death's clutches again.

"Of course she still loves you, Care." Bonnie's voice trailed. "You're her daughter." The witch's eyes followed her vampire lover as he strolled into the bedroom, naked. "Alright, but if you need a break, you know Damon will let you crash here as long as you need."

Damon shot her a perturbed look as he pulled on a pair of jeans. The girl just rolled her eyes. He wasn't upset about her offering a room to Caroline Forbes, He'd do it himself too.

"Things okay with Barbie and Liz?" He asked once she hung up the phone.

"The sheriff is handling it much better than the last time she learned that her little girl was a vampire. " She responded.

"I guess shooting Jeremy was a wait up call. How's Sheila, by the way?"

"Worn out but she'll bounce back." Bonnie confirmed. "Lexie called too while you were in the shower."

"And?"

"The loft was empty. Klaus and Stef are long gone."

"Dammit."

"There's more."

"Tell me."

Bonnie took a deep breath. "Lexie said they found a bunch of empty blood bags and they looked very recent."

"How many?"

"By her estimate, enough to refill three adults."

"Shit, he's making sure Stef is glutted." Damon pulled a shirt from the drawer.

"Glutted?"

"Even the most controlled vampire has to be careful how much blood he drinks at one time, or he goes into a frenzy." He explained. "The more you drink, the more you want."

"And given Stefan's lack of control..."

"We've got a ripper." Damon looked down at the shirt he was still holding. "Too bad the map spell doesn't work with vampires."

"We'll find him." Bonnie reassured him. "How's your arm?" She reached for his previously injured arm.

Damon showed her the unblemished skin. "Good as new. Hybrid blood obviously does the trick."

"Good." She stalked to the desk and grabbed a stack of papers. "Then explain this to me."

"Bonnie, I..."

"You decide to prematurely check out and all you can say is sorry?" The girl's temper was rising,

"I tried to write you a letter," he was grasping at how to explain. "But nothing sounded like enough."

"So you leave me everything but can't even give me one last kiss goodbye?" The frustrated tears began to well. "Well news flash. I don't want your car or your stock portfolio. I just wanted you,"

"I didn't want to go through what Rose did. My control was slipping and I was going to hurt someone. As it was I bit Elena."

"You didn't kill anyone."

"But I could have."

"Better them than you. "

"You don't mean that, Bon-Bon."

"The hell I don't." Her voice rising. "And another thing. Leaving me everything wouldn't have been pointless because if you had died, me and your favorite straight razor would have held a little going away party in your honor in that bath tub you're so fond of."

Taking in her meaning, Damon's jaw fell in horror. Dropping the shirt, he sped in front of the girl and seized her shoulders. "Don't ever talk like that." He shook her. "You don't kill yourself over me."

"Oh really?" She sneered, "A few days ago you told me that you'd face the sun without your ring if I died while fighting Klaus. What gives you the right to decide if you stay or join me in the afterlife and not me?"

"I've been around for more than 170 years, little girl." He pressed "You're not even eighteen yet. You've not lived nearly long enough."

Bonnie's eyes widened as she pulled out of his grasp. "You didn't think I was a little girl when you fucked me or when you proposed." She took a breath. "Though I'm wondering now if it was a mistake to accept given how fast you are to throw in the towel."

"Oh," Damon stepped forward. Bonnie stepped back, not realizing how far she had moved till she bumped the wall. "I know exactly who I proposed to and its going to be a rather lengthy engagement." He invaded her personal space. "And as for fucking you, you don't know the true meaning of the word. Yet."

"Excuse me?"

"I told you once that I'd tie you to the bed if you ever tried to leave again." He moved even closer so that their chests were brushing. "Sounds like you're considering calling off the engagement. Well, you told me that I couldn't weasel out of it when we found the cure, so neither are you. YOU. ARE. MINE." He kissed her hard.

The kiss was punishing and possessive as his hands ran over her body. Bonnie seethed. Opening her mouth slightly, she sucked his lower lip and then clamped down viciously on it.

Damon didn't flinch or try to pull away. Instead he shifted to grind his growing erection into her groin.

Bonnie knew that she should be afraid. Damon was angry. He'd nearly died. His brother was under the influence of a psychopath and now they were arguing. "He'll break you." She heard Katherine's word's in the back of her mind. Still the racing of her heart wasn't from fear. She was just as turned on as he was at the moment. And Damon would never break her. Oh Bonnie didn't doubt that she was in for a ride, but he'd never hurt her. She angled her hips to rubbed against him more fully.

Pushing at his shoulders until she could take a much needed breath, the witch grabbed her lover by the hair and yanked back to look in his eyes. "Go to hell. I belong to no one."

Damon chuckled darkly as he removed her hand from his head. "Shall I prove it to you. Sweeting?"

In a flash, Damon had her tossed over his shoulder. In two strides, he was tossing her onto the bed. Rolling her so that she lay of her stomach, he pinned her to the mattress with one hand between her shoulder blades as he reached for something in the side table.

Straddling her butt, he took a her left wrist and wrapped it with a strip of wide silky ribbon. He threaded the other end through an eyelet that she'd never noticed to be screwed into his headboard before binding it to her right wrist.

"I told you that I'd tie you to my bed." He purred in her ear just before he bit her neck deeply.

Bonnie yelped and squirmed against him but he pulled away after taking a small sip of her essence. She felt him tug off her shoes. A pair of dull thuds let her know that he'd tossed them in the vicinity of the closet. Reaching around her waist, he popped the button of her jeans and lowered the zipper before peeling them down her legs.

"You have the most perfect ass I've ever seen." He told her as he lovingly stroked one of the pert globes. "And it's mine." Without warning, he raised his hand and brought it down swiftly. The smack was more noise than pain but Bonnie squealed just the same. "Now say it." Damon demanded.

"Say what?" She played dumb.

"Tell me that you're mine." He gave the other cheek a glancing smack.

"Never." She said through gritted teeth.

"But you are." He was purring again while fingering her thong.

"Prove it."

"With pleasure." The sound of tearing fabric as the thong shredded.

From her vantage point, Bonnie couldn't see him but felt his weight leave the bed and heard the rustle as he removed his jeans.

Draping himself over her back, he glided his hands up her arms to her hands. Without a word, he guided her left hand to her right wrist where she could feel that the slip knot holding the ribbon in place could be released with a tug if she so desired.

Nodding her understanding, Bonnie found herself flipped over and her legs yanked over his shoulders. Her arms were forced to cross above her head to accommodate the new position but she gripped the ribbon tightly in both hands when he tore open her blouse and flicked open the front hook of her bra. She watched through veiled eyes as Damon cupped her behind to lift her core level with his mouth.

"So wet," he whispered against her skin as he lapped at her nectar. "And all for me. Isn't it, little witch?"

Bonnie tried to shake her head and deny it as she pulled tighter at the ribbon, hoping that she didn't yank the eyelet out of the wood as he continued his assault with his tongue.

"Look at me Bonnie." He finally said. His eyes red and burning, the veins black. "You will always be mine, and I will never let you go." With his proclamation, he sunk his fangs into the flesh just above her mound.

"Damon!" she screamed as he alternated between sucking at the wound he created and dipping as deeply as his tongue would allow in her channel. His hands clutching harder at her hips to keep her from thrashing away from him.

Unable to remain still, Bonnie yanked at her restraints to press his head more firmly against her. "Don't stop, don't ever stop."

With a victorious laugh, he sat back. Moving her legs off his shoulders, he bent them so that her knees were pressed against her chest. "Say it." The head of his cock resting closely against her entrance.

Bonnie whimpered with the need to have him inside of her.

"Tell me, Bon-Bon." He pleaded. "Tell me or this stops here."

"Yours," she cried out. "Always yours."

Thrusting into her as he kissed her, she tasted her blood and her juices on his lips before coming around him.

The vampire found his release moments after she did. Sitting up, he took in a sight that made him grimace. The girl's hair was stuck to her neck where he'd bitten her. More blood had begun to clot in her nether curls and he was pretty sure that bruises were forming on her hips due to his fingers. Fangs flashed and he bit his wrist and presented it to her. "Drink."

"I'd rather suck on something else." she replied coyly.

"Trust me. " He explained. "If you could see yourself right now, you'd Bobbittize me with my favorite straight razor." In response, he received a confused look. She was too young to get the reference. "I'll explain another time. Now drink."

With a long suffering sigh, she took his arm and wrapped her lips around the bite. When it closed, he helped her stand and steered her to the shower, careful to avoid the mirrors.

Under the warm water, he shampooed her hair and soaped her body, checking for any blemishes that his blood might not have healed. Content that her body was as it always was, he leaned back against the glass. He knew better, he chided himself. He understood his moods well and should not have taken her in his current frame of mind. He could have seriously hurt her.

Bonnie finished rinsing and turned to her lover. She misunderstood the pained look on his face. "Hey. We'll get him back." When he didn't respond, she stroked his cheek. "You okay?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" He re-focused.

"huh?"

"That was rougher than it should have been." He made to leave the shower.

She caught his hand to keep him in place. "But, I'm guessing not as rough as it could have been."

Damon shook his head.

"You like a little pain, don't you." She suggested. "Receiving it and occasionally giving it."

Damon nodded. "Yeah. Even as a human." He admitted. "I think that's why Katherine wanted to keep me around."

"No doubt." Bonnie smiled before a yawn stretched her jaw.

"But I shouldn't have touched you in my present mood."

"In case you didn't notice, I enjoyed what we were doing." She turned off the water and reached for a towel. "And I'd like to try it again." Another yawn.

"We'll discuss it another time," Damon took another towel and dried her hair, not ready to get into a lengthy discussion about his kinks though her response surprised him. "You didn't sleep at all last night." He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to bed.