Rated M for sexual contents and language.

Chapter 1

" Flesh and Soul "

The first time he had sex with Katherine was 2 weeks after she moved in the boarding house. She came to him that night with nothing but a flimsy sheer nightgown that did show more than it covered. He greeted her with smugness and a knowing victory he didn't care to hide. The physical attraction between them since the first time she stepped through the door let him know sooner or later this would happen. He had that triumphant groan when he heard her screaming his name while he fucked her hard against his paper desk, because he saw the way Stefan looked at her and knew his brother wanted her too. And for the first time in life, someone chose him over Stefan, even if just because of his good looks. His happy bubble didn't last long because two days later, Stefan blasted that Katherine agreed to date him. He fought with every muscle in his body not to punch his brother in the face when Stefan stood there gloating and rubbing the news in his nose with a childish grin he hated to the guts.

"You're with my brother, am I wrong?" He muttered, gluing his eyes on the book he was reading when Katherine came to sit on his bed next to him.

"I like him. Thought I'll give it a try." She answered while casually shrugging out of her robe.

"Then why are you in my bed, again?" He finally spared her a glance.

"Because I like you too." She batted her lashes, looking back at him with a pout on her luscious lips.

"And Stefan is ok with that how?" He smirked, raking his eyes down on her lacy see-through lingerie.

"You'll have to ask him to know." Katherine returned the smirk, added with a hungry lick on her lips and crawling closer to him.

"What do you want, Katherine?" He asked bluntly.

She purred before moving to straddle him between her legs. "I want you, Damon Salvatore, to fuck me hard" she humped down, intentionally pressing her core to him "and good like you know how to."

She pressed her lips on his in a hungry kiss. Damon flipped over and pinned her down on his bed with his body on top of hers. He pushed her thongs aside easily before running his finger along her already wet slit. Katherine moaned sinfully, rolled her eyes back when he slid his finger into her and started stroking. He worked his way down on her body until his mouth came to replace his hand. Katherine arched back, pushing herself more into him, moving her hips up and down and starting to feel the pressure forming in the pit of her stomach. Damon sensed her orgasm coming just as well as she did. He chuckled and Katherine shivered when the vibration shook her. He then pulled out completely.

"What …?" Katherine snapper her eyes open and looked down confused. Her legs were shaking, her whole body was screaming for the release it needed.

"You're wrong if you think I'll agree to fuck around with you behind your boyfriend's back." He smirked, wiped off her juice on his lips.

"You didn't hesitate when you put your dick into me couple nights ago." She huffed. "Admit it, Damon. You want this just as much as I do."

"Oh you're right. I want sex just as much as you do." He said, playfully rubbing her clit with his thumb.

She threw her head back on the pillow, moaning softly as her body eagerly welcomed his touches.

"But Katherine." He stopped pumping his finger into her, waited for her to open her eyes and looked at him. "I will do this for my pleasure, not yours."

She didn't get to spit out her comeback because he thrust his rock hard dick into her and her lips formed an o, choking her a quiet moan of pain and pleasure. He grabbed her ankles and hoisted her legs up, spreading her wide and pounded into her with angry pushes. Katherine gasped, looked into his blue eyes and fear shook to her when she saw the sadistic and angry look they were holding. Adrenaline ran through her vein somehow only made her moan louder. His anger made him looked murderous but glorious and alluring at the same time. It was always this thrill, this edgy feelings Damon gave her, making her half wanting to devour his body with her lips and tongue, half wanting to run away that made her came to him the first night she did. He was the definition by flesh of her lust and sinful desire. She didn't get to think more when her orgasm blew in and wiped every of her comprehend thoughts away.

"I am far from done with you." Damon bent down and whispered in her ears sending shivers down her body. She gasped when he flipped her over to lie on her stomach. She felt her lower body being lifted up but she was shaking in her first orgasm to anticipate. When she got on her knees, he wasted no time to push himself into her from behind. Katherine cried out, she had been with many men, but she had never had anal sex and it hurt like hell. Madly enough, she found the erotic pleasure mixing with her pain and it made her wanting more, turning her cry of pain into breathy moan of pleasure. He bit on her shoulder, dragging his blunt teeth on her skin while thrusting into her. She thought it was over when he let her go, pulling out of her body. Yet when she tried to turn around and gasping for air, his hands crept to her breasts, squeezing them hard and his breath cooled on her face.

"For my pleasure, Katherine. For mine." He snorted before entering her sensitive core one more time.

Weeks later, they continued to have sex. There were no other words for it unless you preferred fucking. The moment Katherine's body recovered fully from the rough and cruel assault Damon caused on it she initiated sex with Stefan, to his much joy. He made love to her passionately and sincerely, like she was a breakable crystal glass. It was not that Stefan was not hot. She was pleased with what she saw when she stripped him naked. But the whole time Stefan grinding on her, she couldn't find that extreme pleasure she did in Damon's sack. She finally flipped him over so she could ride him to her needed peak. Stefan was surprised. Of course he would be, in his eyes, his Katherine was all innocent and good. How could he imagine Katherine riding his cock while moaning like a sex goddess? That night when Stefan slept soundly next to her afterwards, she snuck out of his arms and went to the other bedroom. She found the other Salvatore in his shower. She stepped in, taking his dick in her hands, giving him a needed hand job and guided him into her the moment he hardened. Damon let her have her ways to the exact moment when he entered her. Then he pinned her against the cold wall of his shower, spreading her thighs with his hands and pumped into her. Katherine's jaw slacked when she finally found that erotic and sickening pleasure mixed with the sharp pain in her body again. She screamed his name when she finally got her orgasm. Damon smirked, turned to finish his shower before walking out of the bathroom. Katherine found him laying on his bed, naked and her eyes immediately darkened.

"I wasn't finished." He gestured to his still standing hard member. "Suck it off."

She licked her lips, letting her eyes appreciate his flawless body, glistening deliciously with the steamy water. She climbed on to him before lowering her head on his tip. She licked and tugged for a while, before she suddenly took him deep into her. Damon groaned when she deep-throated him. Katherine was a woman with a sinful tongue and she knew how to use it. She hummed deep in her throat while she continued sucking him. Damon felt himself tensed, preparing for his burst. And just in cue, Katherine's mouth left him. He shot up, fire already in his eyes. She harshly pinned him down with her hands on his shoulder.

"It takes two to tango, Damon." She snorted. "The pleasure is mine too." She lowered herself onto him and started moving her hips up and down, adjusting him to hit her on her G-spot. She dug her nails deep into his skin until it oozed blood while she rode herself to her second orgasm of the night, this time mixed with his own.

After about a month, Damon started to wonder whether it was a good choice or not. And by it he meant having hot angry and violent sex with Katherine at nights or when Stefan was not home. Not that suddenly goodness came to him. He started this thinking it was in a way a pay-back on Stefan's stuck-up attitude, a pay- back for being the second-best compared to his brother his entire life. He took out all the anger from being mistreated by their father in all those years in his childhood every time he slammed Katherine hard against a wall. He quietly laughed at Stefan every time he pulled a PDA with Katherine, his girlfriend, when they're all together in a room. He thought at first that fucking with Stefan's girlfriend like an animal right under his nose would help him ease the grudge, the pain he carried inside of him. He knew that was twisted. He even knew some of the misery he held wasn't Stefan's fault. But he just happened to want to blame Stefan for his hell. He started to wonder because he didn't get less angry by fucking Katherine in every sadistic ways he could manage. He started to wonder because fucking Katherine just made him angrier. Every time he saw Katherine looked at his brother with that endearment in her eyes, he just realized yet another person wanted him just for his looks. Every time Katherine cursed at his face with filthy words while he fucked her brains out, he just realized yet another person had accepted that he was just a monster with no morals or good in him. The more Katherine showed that she wanted his body, wanted his sex and only that, the more he hated himself, the more he hated Stefan. His frustration built up along with his sarcastic attitude towards others. His façade of not giving a fuck to anyone grew stronger and thicker. And he only fucked Katherine harder the next time she came to him.

"Be home early. My sister would wanna see you." Katherine purred, leaning in for another sensual lousy kiss with Stefan.

She looked pointedly at Damon who was sitting on the couch while locking her lips with Stefan. Damon smirked, looking nonchalant while on the inside his heart just grew colder and his anger boiled hotter if it even possible at this point.

"I'll see you tonight." Stefan pulled out, pecked her one more time before turning around, giving his brother a nod and heading out the door.

"What?" Katherine tipped her head aside, smirking at Damon who was staring at her. "Jealous?"

"You must be referring to my boxers since it, not you, is touching my dick." He replied with the sweetest smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"I'm not having sex with you tonight, Damon." She put a hand on her hips, yet her eyes couldn't help spanning over his sprawling form on the couch, lingering hungrily at the little black curls above his belt buckle.

"Oh yeah? Is that why you're not wearing underwear under that dress?" He stood up from his couch, walking closer to her, circling her like a panther sneaking on its prey.

"I bet you're already oh so wet and hot right now." He whispered into her ear, smirking when she shivered and swallowed hard.

He backed her up until she was trapped between him and the back of one of the sofas.

"See? I'm right." He sing-songed when he put his hands up her dress and cupped in between her legs.

"Dick!" She huffed when he teasingly plunged his fingers half way into her.

"Isn't that all you want from me to satisfy your slutty alter ego?" He smirked, pinching her clit. "I'm sorry that isn't your alter ego is it? You're just a slut."

She slapped him only for him to pinch her harder, stretched her out and made her cried out in sudden pain.

"Fuck you!" She glared at him while gripping hard at the sofa's back. It had become a pattern. She would run her mouth, curse him, hit him whenever he touched her, teased her, insulted her during sex. She became her raw, unpolished, nasty and bitchy self. That was what Damon did to her. And ironically it sent her a sense of freedom from social expectation, a sense of immorality, a sense of guilty pleasure... which she enjoyed each and all that.

"You're just getting more to the point, Kitty Kat." He laughed, working on his zipper to get his dick out. "That dirty mouth of yours could do more than that."

He pressed himself into her, letting his tip nudged at her opening. Katherine moved to grab his shoulder as leverage. The other reason why Damon was her drugs was that he got her hot and horny faster than anyone ever could. His aggression, his detached eyes, his hurtful words, the humiliating ways he used her body … all that just worked her up in the strangest and sickest way. And she ended up having the mind-blowing leg-shaking orgasm that she didn't mind whether her body was aching with inner sore or screaming audibly in pain.

He was just about to push himself entirely into her when they both jumped, hearing the doorbell.

"That … must be my sister." Katherine breathlessly answered his questioning look.

"Her to blame." He smirked, pulling out of her as slowly as he could, earning the longing moan from her. He fixed himself, wiped off the sweat on his face, straightening his clothes before he walked out the entrance to get the door.

Damon was nowhere near excited to meet Katherine's sister whoever that was. But if this chic was in for a threesome, he wouldn't complain. He smirked at his sick thoughts, walking to the door with a sensual smirk on his face. Another plaything came to his doorsteps, he couldn't be more pleased, he snorted quietly as he opened the door.

"Hello gor…" Words failed him when he took in the sight on the other side of the door. His façade of being seductive fell for a second. He froze while chills ran down his spine the moment his gaze clashed with a pair of melting warm chocolate doe-eyes.

"Oh hi." The girl laughed nervously, a slight pink flushed to her cheeks, glowing with the olive tone of her smooth skin. "I'm Elena Gilbert, Katherine's sister."

Damon blinked a few times, staring at the hand the girl was holding out for him. He snapped out of it, taking her hand and shook it. Before he could register, a sharp tingling line ran from his finger that was closing around hers straight up his body. He inhaled deeply before turning her hand and placed a kiss on it.

"Damon Salvatore. Welcome to our house." The sensual lop-side smile returned to his face when he saw the pink on her cheeks deepened into a deep crimson. "Please come in."

"Thank you." Elena said awkwardly, trying to break the hold his beautiful blue eyes was putting her in. She walked around him to get into the hallway, holding her breath when she caught his spicy and sensuous scent.

Damon closed the door behind him, locking his eyes on Elena's back.

"You gotta be kidding me." He breathed.

This could be his heaven or hell. His punishment or reward.

This's just in. Elena and Katherine are identical twin sisters.

I always wanted to do a 'square' relationship drama with the brothers, Kat and Elena and just focally on them, no interference with Klaus or any deadly doppelganger threats tagging along etc. I just never quite be able pushed the words out right because I felt like I always would run into cliché and bore you with another crappy writing of mine.

But here I'm in the flow with this idea.

Leave me a review if you want to read more of this or should I just left this as a one-shot for the Datherine smut.

Hope you enjoy reading.

xo