*Disclaimer* All the characters belong to L.J. Smith and the CW.

A/N Chapter rated NC-17 towards the end.

Bargaining (Part 2)

Damon glared at the fuming witch beneath him with fire in his eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing Ursula." he sneered.

Bonnie glowered at him before flicking her hand sending him back several feet. Damon was instantly back in her face dusting off his dark jeans.

"Gonna have to try a little harder then that hon." he taunted.

"Why did you stop me!" she shouted as she looked at the remains of her ritual.

Damon snarled at the clueless witch, snippy response practically dripping off his tongue when a familiar spell caught his eye. He zipped past her grabbing the grimiore now even more furious.

"Did you even know what the hell you were doing you imbecile!" he yelled pointing to the page.

Bonnie perched her lips staring at the irate vampire. Her own anger pumping out volumes. "I was trying to get back what you took away." she gritted out.

Damon let out a humorless laugh. As smart as Bonnie Bennett was she was a dumb witch.

"You can't bring back the dead Bonnie! Isn't that the first thing they teach you in Witches 101." Damon hissed.

Bonnie felt her cheeks heat up and anger. "I can and I will."

"At what cost? Your best friends life or yours." he said so deeply that she swore he growled.

"What are you talking about?" Bonnie questioned. Her face now covered in worry.

"Did you not read the little fine print." At her blank stare he let out another condescending snicker. "Balance! Everything's about balance. You can't bring back one life without sacrificing the other. Seeing how you are a witch you'd take much more energy to trade; therefore Elena would have been sacrificed." he deadpanned.

Bonnie stood there for a moment in shock. She closed her eyes as his words sank in. Elena almost died tonight, her blood would have been on her hands. Literally and figuratively. The scary part was that Bonnie didn't know that if she'd seen the clause beforehand if it would have stopped her. If it would have mattered. That shook her to her core, what was she doing. What was she becoming?

Damon eyed the witch before him. Her eyes opened back up slowly and their gazes met. He exhaled feeling his anger simmer. There, right here, in this moment he saw it. Finally saw it, finally saw Bonnie. As he stared into her forest green orbs he saw that naïve innocence he encountered what seemed like ages ago. He saw the teenager, the little lost girl she was hiding inside to protect.

And for a moment they were no longer in the woods. They were back on the porch on that windy night. They were back staring into each other's soul, they were back to that moment of contentment. Back to the impasse where they were two people hurting. Trying to find comfort. And just like that those beautiful emerald eyes turned dark violet.

Damon's brow furrowed as he stared into her almost haunting orbs. Before he got a chance to open his mouth, he was once again being flung back into a tree. He groaned as he got up a little slower this time.

"This is your fault!" Bonnie screamed, arm still outstretched as she flung him to another tree.

Damon gasped because this time it hurt. Really hurt. Which wouldn't be shocking on a normal day, but he actually got blood from tap today, so this shit wasn't supposed to hurt.

"Where the hell did you get your juju juice from?" he laughed humorlessly; straightening his leather jacket.

"Now isn't the time to mock me Damon." she hissed conjuring a thick branch in her hand.

Damon stared at Bonnie studying her demeanor. When she didn't even roll an eye or give an exasperated sigh; he knew the seriousness of the situation. Bonnie wasn't doing this for her usual shits and giggles. Bonnie meant business.

"Alright witch, next time you try that I can't promise I won't retaliate." he warned.

Bonnie's dark eyes intensified as she twirled the heavy branch around to its sharper side. The left side of her mouth twitched up into a smirk, that rivaled his own. Sensing where she planned on aiming the limb; he advanced on her snatching the branch flinging it far into the distance and her to the ground hard.

His eyes bled black and he smiled. Maybe he'd get to kill the witch after all. He could always plead self-defense to his personal jury -Stefan and Elena- and with the moral judge gone Elena would be easier to obtain. Hmmm, he could get jiggy with that.

Bonnie watched unflinching, as the monster came out revealing its rim red eyes. She held her breath to contain her laugh. She was working on pure adrenaline so Damon's little sissy "fling" didn't do anything but piss her off more.

"That all you got old man." she said rhetorically through clenched teeth. "Because you're gonna need a lot more to hurt me."

With that, she outstretched her arms hurling him off her into another tree. Simultaneously lifting another fallen branch and stabbing it thru his torso.

"You missed, witch." Damon bit out in pain.

She shrugged her shoulders moving towards him, "you moved, bitch."

Damon stood pressed into the tree dumbfounded as he watched his own blood hit the forest floor. This wasn't what he expected, last week the little witch could barely float a feather.

He pulled the branch out, groaning as he let out unnecessary breaths. If that wasn't bad enough his wound wasn't healing as fast as it should've. What the hell was going on?

"Now this is embarrassing." Bonnie laughed. "For you that is."

Damon growled and launched towards her. He gripped her neck tightly as she fought to get from under his embrace. Her legs flailing in the air.

"You know, I was actually going to pardon you tonight. Thanks for reminding me not too." he spat.

Bonnie glared at the cocky vampire; before using as much power she could muster to get him off of her. She felt the weakness from all the spells weighing down on her and panicked. Her heart was racing and by the smug grin on his face she knew he could hear it. Thanking whatever force above that helped her shake him off, she ran as fast as she could back towards the witch's house.

Her grams didn't raise no fool and she quickly knew this was turning into a suicide mission. Her powers were her lifeline and she could feel them tapping out. As she passed the well she felt him yank her hair harshly. Bonnie grimaced as she was flung into the hard surface of his chest. She closed her eyes and looked up into his onyx ones. He was smirking and she inwardly cursed herself. She was going to die tonight no doubt about it.

"Now Judgy it's rude to leave without saying goodbye. You wanted to play, now the game's on." he sneered before sending her crashing into a tree.

Bonnie groaned as her head snapped back, and she felt the bark of the tree stab into her back. She felt her legs give out and her body was slowing descending the tree in defeat. Before she hit the ground; Damon was back in her face, crushing her harder into the wooden surface.

"This is embarrassing." he mocked. "Doesn't feel so hot when you're the one pinned to the tree huh?"

Bonnie closed her eyes silently praying that her grams would send down some power. Bonnie was far from a quitter, but she couldn't stop the tears that began to fall. Her mind may have wanted to continue but her body was on fire, she was done. Remembering a light spell she jumped up wrapping her legs around Damon bringing him close. If she was to leave this earth tonight she would fight till her dying breath she decided; mumbling the spell to make her legs like vise grips to no avail.

"Why isn't it working!" she breathed out frustrated.

Damon couldn't hold in his laughter. "Guess you're all tapped out. I got the juice now." he laughed.

Bonnie narrowed her eyes at him. In a last stitch effort she tried giving him an aneurysm. By his facial expression she barely gave him a headache.

He continued to laugh causing her to become more angry. She was tired and weak, and if he was going to kill her why couldn't he just do it and get it over with.

Still enwrapped in her legs, Damon moved a piece of hair out of her face. "You're pathetic you know that?"

Her eyes went heavenward. "I'm pathetic? Says the guy who waited 145 years for someone who couldn't give two shits about them. Ha! You should be beginning me to end your pathetic life." she hissed.

Damon's smirk disappeared. He growled furiously grabbing her neck again. "Shut up!"

"You know what makes it more pathetic?" Bonnie mused. "She didn't even think enough of you to give you a proper break-up. You were nothing to her. You're nothing to no one."

"Shut up Bonnie! Before I shut you up." He gritted out getting closer to her face.

"Guess 'Mr. Eternal Stud' was doped. Not as irresistible as you think huh." she taunted.

Damon inched closer into her personal space squeezing her neck tighter. "Go to hell, bitch."

"I'm already there!" Bonnie retorted squeezing him closer trying the spell one more time.

They glared at each other ferociously, both thinking of all they lost. All the sacrifices they made only to end up with the short end of the stick. Both subconsciously wanting the other to put them out of their own miseries. He was hurt and she was hurting. He didn't know when, but somewhere along the line Bonnie's midnight eyes returned to its natural form. Broken eyes met broken eyes.

"If you're gonna kill me than do it!" Bonnie screamed at him unconsciously squeezing her legs. Tired of the limbo. Tired of life.

Damon -who could only take so much friction- growled. Fire still in his eyes he jacked her up pressing his cool lips to her warm ones. Hard. The kiss was rough, sloppy, bruising, and turbulent. Everything a kiss shouldn't be, but everything they needed. It was tempestuous punishment. A bittersweet release. An escape from the personal hell they were in. She sucked his lower lip and felt his fang nip hers drawing blood.

Feeling her breathy moans against his cool mouth he ground himself further into her legs. Bonnie's hands worked their way from her sides, up his tight cotton shirt one clutching the fabric, the other around his neck. She caressed his tongue with hers before biting it and nibbling on his lips. Evoking a heated groan from the vampire's throat.

Bonnie felt her air ways constricting and broke away from the kiss. Damon not missing a beat, released her neck resting one hand on the oak tree, while moving the other to cup her ass. He trailed his tongue down her caramel neck, before pressing kisses. She let out a few short staggered breaths; her fingers making their way to tousle his already messy hair.

Damon let the hand that was resting against the tree roam over Bonnie's curvaceous body, before settling at the hem of her shirt and going under. She threw her head back as he continued abusing her neck with his kisses. Eventually his mouth found its way back to hers and she deepened the kiss clutching his t-shirt into her fists. She felt his tongue slide across her lower lip again, and obliged his request. Moaning involuntarily as they dueled for dominance.

He groaned as she nibbled his bottom lip again playing with his right ear and shifted position. Bonnie gasped as she felt his hardened member sweep against her sweet spot. Lifting her up a few more inches she grabbed hold of a branch overhead; freeing up his hand to release his throbbing erection. Bonnie heard him slide his zipper down and with one hand he cupped under her bottom; gliding the other over her legging-covered thigh under her skirt. Damon wasted no time ripping the flimsy material and fisting her lace panties into his hand. His knuckles rubbing slowly against her sending a shudder through her body. She was so wet and hot Damon thought he would cum now. He buried his head in her neck, and let out an unnecessary breath.

Bonnie felt the cold breath on her neck and bit her lip in anticipation. Damon kept up his ministrations and smirked when he felt the gush of liquid hit his waiting hand. He twisted his hand once more and in one quick motion ripped her panties off. He tugged impatiently at her skirt offering it the same fate as her discarded underwear and tights.

"Don't rip it." Bonnie peeped out softly, still recovering from her impromptu orgasm.

Damon nodded and slid his hand towards the button then took a step back unwrapping Bonnie's still shaky legs letting the skirt slide down to her ankles.

"Lift your leg." he ordered in her ear, causing her to shudder again.

She lifted her right leg and before she could get it back on the ground her legs were back around his waist. His tongue back down her throat. He kissed her with such fervor and want she felt herself getting light headed. Coming back down from the mini high she felt his warm cock laying against her thigh inching higher. Finally rubbing against her entrance, she squeezed her eyes shut as Damon shifted once more grabbing each of her legs.

Damon thrust as much as he could into her causing a shriek than whimper from Bonnie. He tried pumping two more times this time slower a little more of his length sliding in with each thrust. The tightness of her warmth was everything from jarring to unnerving. The heat of her cave intertwined with the chill of his erection. Giving a whole new meaning to the words fire and ice; he swore he never felt anything more enchanting. His eyes crossed flashing between black and blue before settling on the former; as a lone tear slid down Bonnie's soft cheek. Leaning against the tree for support; and halting his movement he bored into her emerald green eyes eyebrow raised.

Damon may be an asshole, but he really wasn't a virginity snatcher. He never wanted the responsibility or hassle, and unless the witch was training for a kegal contest she was the "Virgin Mary" reincarnated.

"What are you waiting for?" Bonnie whimpered eyes glassy. "Do it."

She seen the flicker of hesitance in Damon's icicle eyes. Saw the flash of guilt telling him maybe he shouldn't, the impending grief that would eat away at him if he allowed himself to feel. But she didn't care. She wanted him to hurt. She wanted to cause him pain. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that he could turn his emotions off at a drop of a hat, and she was forced to feel. She wanted to punish him for the curse that was dawned upon him that seemed more like a blessing right now. But more than anything she wanted to punish herself.

Unable to take the intensity of Damon's gaze any longer; she averted her eyes, pulled up with the branch, and slammed down taking in his full length eliciting a heart wrenching moan from each of them. Damon balled his fist into her hair attacking her lips again thrusting deep into her slow and steady. She felt the bark of the tree scratching her back and fused her head into Damon's shoulder to muffle her screams. This only egged Damon on in the ecstasy he was feeling courtesy of Bonnie Jr. Caught up in the rapture he pulled away from to give her a chance to catch her breath. Bonnie felt the now familiar pressure building up and tightened her legs around the vampire.

Damon felt the clinching of her walls the power causing him to nip his own lip. "God…"

"Faster." she panted into his neck her soft lips caressing the skin.

Damon picked up his pace causing another scream from Bonnie. Feeling a change of position she muttered some incantation and Damon fell flat onto the forest floor. Bonnie rode him harder both hands on his hard chest. He began mumbling incoherently in Italian-eyes rolling every which way-that sent Bonnie over the edge in a shaking fit. It was the sexiest thing she had ever heard in her life, but this wasn't the moment. She wanted him to shut up and let her ride out her grief, her pain. She bent over taking his lips in hers tasting the metallic mixture of both their blood.

"Fuck." Damon growled flipping them over plunging harder as her heat clutched him for dear life.

He groaned licking his lips as his own climax neared. Each thrust he took was a personal fuck you to Katherine. Showing her that he was worthy, that he could cause pleasure as well as pain. That he was needed, he was the better choice. It was to show her what she was missing. He ran his hands up Bonnie's shirt caressing her breasts before freeing them from their prison. They stared at each other's lust clouded eyes. His black rimmed in red hers hinting an acai color.

Dipping his head low, he nibbled both of her perky breasts before sinking his fangs into the top of her left one. Suckling softly as he came provoking another orgasm from the already shivering witch. She moaned as he licked her nipple and kissed up her collarbone leaving a trail of her own blood.

They stayed there, connected. Him over her; panting deeply. One being really out of breath, the other out of disbelief.

Bonnie Bennett had given him the best fuck of his life. Not to mention that her blood had him feeling like the cow that jumped over the moon. He stared down at the tiny witch under him eyes meeting for the hundredth time that night. She seemed to be almost glowing thanks to the shimmering of her sweat.

Bonnie stared deeply into his piercing blues. She calmly lifted her hand to his cheek caressing it softly, before delivering a painful slap causing him to roll off of her.

"This is why I hate witches." Damon glared. As Bonnie quickly searched for her discarded clothing.

"What have I done." she murmured to herself, already horrified of their tryst.

"Damon! Bonnie!" Stefan's voice rung out through the trees.

"Oh, God." Bonnie whispered hurriedly getting herself situated.

Damon only sat up smirking too high on her blood to give a damn about anything. He felt an internal sense of elation that he never wanted to leave. As far as he was concerned St. Stefan could kiss his pale dead ass.

He watched as Bonnie half walked, half stumbled her way back to her car occasionally wincing in pain. A tiny chuckle escaping his lips he rolled his brighter than normal blues and collected himself.

"Damon?" Stefan asked approaching his disheveled brother. "What happened?" he asked seeing the now healing stomach wound and bruises on his brother.

Damon gave Stefan an annoyed look before looking in the direction that Bonnie scurried off to.

"Lets just say I came, I saw, and I concurred." he said with his ever present smirk.

Stefan saw the mischief in older brother's eye. Catching the fact that his brother found everything amusing and seemed a little off. He noticed the unusual electric eyes of Damon and caught the smell of Bonnie in the air. Putting two and two together he quirked a brow.

"Where's Bonnie?" he questioned cautiously.

Damon's sinister grin grew wider. "She's alive brother. Tired, a tad bit hurt, but alive."

With that Damon walked away leaving a bewildered Stefan eyeing the scene. It looked like a war-zone, but Damon said she was alive so he'd take his word for it. For now.

Okay that's the first two chapters and more to come. I'm still feeling out the characters personalities so if some things seem OOC sorry. Yes I know the sex part was long, but I wanted to get into their feelings and the brutality of it all. And all this happened in the span of 20 mins in their world and that includes the fight so whatev lol. I'll try to update soon, but I have other obligations to the Secret Life fan fiction page. Thanks for reading. Oh and excuse my boo-boos I did proofread, but I probably missed some things.