Title: Tied Up
Disclaimers: I don't own any supernatural powers or anything else to do with TVD. It would be a completely different show if I did.
Genre: hurt/comfort
Summary/Set: I'm just going to forget that the last ten minutes of the finale happened, so AU after Elena's phone call. Rebekah chooses to stay with Damon in what she thinks will be his final moments.
"Damon?" Rebekah stood hesitatingly at the other end of the crates Damon was leaning on as he pressed the off button on his phone, deciding to cut the conversation with Elena short. What else could have been said between them or about the situation he was in? Something more of the same painful stuff?
"I think I've told you to run," he grumbled, "please tell me that at least some of what I did tonight wasn't in vain and will not be wasted."
"Your concern for my well-being is sweet and admirable," Rebekah gave him a tense, but complimenting smile, "but I'm pretty sure Alaric's still chasing me in the woods. He will have no better qualities than Mikael, and I always knew how to shake him off."
"So what? You decided it would be good fun to watch me get sick and die?" Damon sat down by the wall, feigning disinterest.
"No. I just thought you would hate having to die without some liqueur," she pulled a bottle of 19th century Rhum de Sa Majeste.
"Napoleon's rum?" Damon raised his eyebrows.
Rebekah shrugged, "he was short, not impotent. Have the honours of the first sip," she pulled the cork out with her teeth and handed the drink over, "after all, we don't know how long you've still got to live," she settled down next to him.
"How lovely of you to remind me of the finality of my existence," the younger vampire appreciated the silky rich, vibrant, yet refined caramel spice of the somewhat scotch-like, illustrious alcohol.
"I'm so sorry it ends like this Damon," Rebekah offered him a compassionate look, arms touching as she settled down closer to him.
"So Klaus did really sire Mary," he established as emotionless as he could manage, which was quite cold, given the decades' worth practice he had at repressing emotions.
"I'm sorry," Rebekah repeated, her sad eyes drinking up the sight of his beautiful features appreciatively so she could remember him in all his glory. "I know my presence cannot make up for the one you love being here, but at least always coming second best, I know what that feels like."
Damon blinked at her shyly. If there was anything that'd faze him, it would be kind words. "At least that part is over and dealt with for good," he shrugged.
"You know I have these thoughts of the end of the world sometimes. Given I've lived through so much and am perhaps truly immortal bar a some oak stakes, I think it is probably quite likely I will see the end of human civilization, be it caused by a giant space object, sun flares or war. And you know what my plans are for those last, final hours?" She put a hand on his thigh, her fingers reaching upwards.
"I can guess," Damon squinted, unsure that was the way he'd like to spend his last moments. It'd be better than moping over Elena's choice in any case. People won't remember him for his love anyway, but his lover qualities, that is another matter.
"I'm not good at offering other kinds of emotional support, so my suggestion is to hurry up, I'm not too keen on making love to a decaying corpse." Her voice was hard not so much with brutal honestly, but her regret.
"Thanks for the visual," Damon countered, but yanked her round to make her sit on top of him. "I think that a good offer. I enjoy you too much naked to settle otherwise."
There was no hesitation in their movements when their hands reached for the other's body, over the clothes and under the clothes. They have made love before, once quick, once slow, and she had always felt the same trailing fire of arousal wherever he touched her.
Rebekah arched into him, for once acutely aware of the concept of finality, but it only heightened her senses like never before. Loosing herself in wanting to feel him too, her hands unbuttoned his shirt and jeans, her hands all over him. Her lips closed the distance between them, lips brushing against his demandingly. Removing her clothes while kissing never being a problem for Damon, he trailed his tongue down to her now naked breasts and arched her back to cover her stomach with tantalising licks as well.
"I like to see you naked too," Rebekah countered with the obvious, breathless, her skilled legs working on making him shirtless at the same time as his tongue travelled lower and lower. Once her visual delight certain, she spread her legs wider, more pushing, then letting his head reach between her thighs. Clutching his locks, she moaned in anticipation-Damon Salvatore was a master at what he was doing, unlike any other Rebekah encountered in a thousands years.
The younger vampire was tantalisingly only kissing her down there, silky lips brushing teasingly against her wet folds. His tongue parted them minimally at first, circling and nibbling before delving and claiming. Sucking on her clit was completely sudden, making her cry out with the sensation overload. Never letting his hair go, pleasure engulfed her, making her unable of logical or objective thought between the swipes of his tongue, tickling breath and the silkiness of his hair tickling her lower belly. All she could do was feel, but she tensed nevertheless, a sense of something missing niggling at her brain. Knees trembling, she willed herself to yank his head up from her spot that he immediately replaced with his fingers, never letting the stimulation stop, "I need more," she whimpered, "I need your phallus."
"It is called penis these days, Goldielocks," she looked at her with the ghost of his smirk before nodding in acknowledgement and rising to place himself between her legs. She was so close, so ready, he knew it would only take a few thrusts. Break neck pace orgasm a la Damon Salvatore.
Running her hands down his back to grab his bottom she did not let him choose when to give it to her. She squeezed him hard and pushed him into her herself even more, once, twice, three times, a little deeper into that tiny nub of nerve ending, a little faster, filling her completely. "Damooon," she cried, shuddering violently, finding his mouth and moaning into, the taste and feel of his lips lengthening the shockwave of her orgasm till she relaxed enough to remember the circumstances..She was so going to miss those beautiful eyes and that smart ass grin. Rebekah moved away from the kiss and stared into those blue wonders, glistening with a film that she did not want to think were tears. "I should be more considerate. Let's do it again so you can cum or I can give you a blowjob."
Damon snorted, "I guess some men would have that as their last wish."
"Not you though," Rebekah understood, sat up and took his hand instead, "is there something I can do?"
Damon nodded, taking up his original position by the wall, "I wouldn't want to impose anything one you." He encircled a hand round her shoulders and pulled her close nevertheless, planting a kiss on her forehead, not consciously aware that he had included her in those he cared about with that gesture.
"We could've been good together Damon," Rebekah speculated regretfully, "we could have shared fun times and adventures, faced adversity together. If you wouldn't be so hang up on the doppelganger that is."
"Me and Stefan agreed that whoever Elena chooses, the other one leaves. Not that it matters now anyway. He'll die in her arms and I'll die..here."
"In my arms," Rebekah assured him, snaking her arms round him comfortingly. "Do you want.." She gulped, "some of those enjoyable Elena dreams?"
"No," he shook his head, "there was a short period in my life when I was really happy, a moment I wouldn't mind going back to, but it was a long time ago. You couldn't do that for me without proper background knowledge, but it is okay, I never really wanted things that were not real, whether it was Katherine or someone else."
"I wish I've known you for longer," Rebekah contemplated, "I wish I knew the real Damon and also, how you were when you were human, the right way to get to know a person. But I have a feeling I would've turned you myself.." She pushed herself a bit away from him, becoming animated, "but I could still get to know you and experience what your life was like. You could show me!"
"Nobody gets to see that," Damon grouched, somewhat sour and rejective.
"Who do you think you're hiding from that you're inherently good and why?"
"Because it is not a particularly useful quality for a vampire maybe?"
"Mayhap not for a vampire, but for a woman, it is. Damon, what have you got to loose? Whatever you show me from your past, I can not use against you for the lack of time remember? So the little time you have left, why don't you occupy yourself and concentrate. Thoughts away from impermanency and Elena!" She ordered, "or do you want me to compel you?"
"You can't, not unless you bleed me dry again."
Rebekah rolled her eyes, "what is it with you and vervain? I don't think drinking it does any favours overall on the long run."
"Are you not here to make me forget I don't have a long run?"
The original reached out to caress his hair at the side of his face, "as I said, anything you want, Damon," she leaned in to brush his lips with a sad kiss. Her lover reciprocated the kiss eagerly, longing it to last forever, catching her lips. She tilted her head, begging for entrance, moaning. Loosing herself in his warmth sent shivers down her spine as he pulled her closer, her senses slowly became aware of being in a different world.
Light glittered in the air, giving shape to a fuzzy, but resplendently sparkling rainbow over a pool of light blue water encircled by a bright green sedgy bank at one side, large trees at another, sheltered by huge, dark cliffs. Rebekah would've recognized that scenery at a millisecond's glance, making her heart flutter with the joy of remembrance of a time when things were simple and life was about the love of family. It was the untouched and hidden Mystic Falls waterfalls, in an era when tourist routes and nature trails were far from getting invented. Yet this apparition wasn't to do with her memories.
In the pool, under the waterfall, Damon's naked body brought her joy and she had to admit, the young Damon Salvatore's curly locks and transparent innocence added to the appeal of his rippling muscles and inviting, glistening wet pleasure trail. Damon had obviously given in to her request of showing her who he really was and Rebekah didn't mind the imagery at all, not even coupled with the fact that young Damon was making love to a little, curly, brown haired woman in the water. She could tell that this was the happiest moment in his life and it made her happy too, understanding the transcendency of the occasion and why this time would be where his mind wondered, related to when he let go. Rebekah's fledging place in her mind was something very similar.
The sky darkened though and Rebekah could see Damon sitting in a clearing in the woods in his confederate uniform, with his back to a tree, polishing boots with an older fellow quizzing him amicably in whispers, "so then you always aim at the air, unless you're threatened at close range?"
Damon shrugged, "just because my father sent me here it doesn't mean I have to kill people. I'm going to desert soon anyway, I've got a girl waiting for me back home. I'm going to ask her to marry me and run away with me before it is too late. She asked me to come back alive and before long and I am not going to disappoint her."
The trees disappeared, but the guns remained. Rebekah shuddered at the recognition, going by the sound and the misery, they were on a World War One battlefield. But why would Damon be here if he hated warfare so much? Unless he was one of those vampires who raided the trenches of the weakened troops and finished them off with a feast. She feetingly remembered that handsome vampire John Mitchell who had been created on one of these battlefields, but then Damon's memories prevailed in her mind and she saw him running through with a little child in his arms, his back full of bulletholes as he protected the child. Why would he do that?
She didn't have time to contemplate as the scenery changed, a pale blue sky appeared with sporadic puffy clouds. There was another little boy running around in a secluded garden full of rose bushes by a large, white Estate House, his laughter blessed to almost euphoric as he chased a plain white butterfly, his mother sitting by a bench laughing just as loud and amused by his enthusiasm. Their noisemaking woke the baby in the Moses basket by her side and now her giggle was apologetic instead as she picked the child up, "hush little Stefan."
Rebekah wanted to admire the perfectly enchanting scene some more before it disappeared, but it blurred into the unique, vast timelessness of the Grand Canyon, Shangrila Heaven, The Great Barrier Reef, the Iguazu Waterfalls, Cape Town and some other places that she either recognised from pictures or did not know of, but all were equally beautiful, the most picturesque places in the world that she immediately felt the drive to visit. She had lived a lot longer, yet Damon found the time to see all these places?
Then she felt like she was a crow, soaring amongst the early skyscrapers of Madrid and Chicago, sitting on windowledges checking and flying by Stefan. Faces, a myriad of women of all colours and types, smiling, screaming Damon's name in rapture. Damon, walking down dark empty roads, alone. No, on a small yacht, all by himself in the middle of a vast, tempestuous ocean, up and down and up and down the waves that lull her to sleep..
tbc