The Game
A fic by: Jen
Rating: M bad language, smut, etc...
Disclaimer: I don't own them—I just like to play with them.
Thank you guys for the amazing support. Wow, you're really feeding the musie beeyatch! Yeehah! She's so fickle. ;)
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Love you all,
Jen
Part 3
It was Damon's turn. He turned to Stefan. "Truth or Dare?"
Stefan smirked. "Oh, I'm all for the truth coming out so let's go with that."
Damon gave him his own signature half-smile right back. "Do you know where Klaus is?"
Stefan didn't even blink. "Yeah, of course I do."
Damon sat forward. "Where?"
"That's two questions," Stefan replied, picking up his drink. He downed it in one gulp. "Ahhh, my turn." His eyes settled on Elena and she barely restrained herself from squirming under his gaze. "Truth or dare, Elena?" he asked, drawing out her name like a caress, only now, his voice no longer made butterflies dance in Elena's stomach. Instead it made it knot up and twist uncomfortably.
She was terrified to pick either, but considering the last dare… "Truth," she finally answered.
Stefan chuckled. "Chicken." Elena frowned, but didn't change her answer. Stefan leaned forward, picking up Elena's drink and handing it to her. His fingers deliberately brushed hers when she took the drink and Stefan smirked when she couldn't control her flinch, nearly spilling her drink in her haste to pull her hand away from him. He raised a brow. "Hmm. Interesting."
Elena put her head down, letting her hair hide her face as she realized what had just happened. Stefan's touch had made her cringe—that had never happened before.
Once again, Damon came to her rescue. "Stefan, we may not get any older, but Elena does. Is there a question coming soon, or what?"
Stefan shrugged. "Fine…" He paused, letting her fidget a moment. "How did it feel when Damon bit you?" he asked, smoothly.
Elena's head snapped up, anger and embarrassment warring for dominance on her expressive face. "Why are you doing this, Stefan?"
"Unh-uh." He shook his head, the smirk (that both Elena and Damon were beginning to hate) still curling his lips upward. "Not your turn to ask questions. It's mine and I just asked it. So drink up," he said, motioning to her drink, "and answer the question. How did it feel? Or better yet, how did it make you feel?"
Elena glanced down at the bourbon in her hand. She took a deep breath and shot the drink down. Maybe it would give her the courage to get through this. Damon tensed up beside her and she could feel her cheeks burning, but she knew she had to answer. In for a penny-in for a pound. She'd agreed to this game… "It felt good," she mumbled.
"Huh? Speak up. Did you say it felt good?" Stefan asked, quirking a brow. "Just good? That's it?"
Elena glared at her ex-boyfriend. God, he was being a dick! Fine he wanted the truth. He'd get it! "It felt amazing, Stefan. Is that what you want to hear? It felt like I was flying and I loved it." She couldn't-wouldn't look at Damon, because she could only imagine how he was looking at her right then. Her eyes remained locked on Stefan's smirking face. "Satisfied?" she snapped, studying the man she thought she knew, but maybe didn't.
"I'm thinking that's something I should be asking you?" he replied with a husky laugh.
Damon couldn't quite wipe the look of shock off his face. First at Elena's answer (even though he'd known she'd enjoyed his bite—hell, her arousal had flooded his senses like the finest French perfume) but then at Stefan's reply. It was almost as if Stefan was engineering some kind of encounter between Elena and himself. That thought was so disturbing, that it finally made him close his mouth with a snap and his jaw tightened. Trying to 'hook-up' him and Elena was just…well it was weird and twisted and just…well weird! Damon couldn't even imagine trying to get Elena with another guy. No fucking way! He'd just as soon rip the bastard's heart out than see another man getting her off.
Just what the fuck was Stefan doing? And even more disconcerting, was why?
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Elena ignored him and hesitantly shot a discreet glance Damon's way. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she was dying to know how he'd reacted to her confession. A tiny thrill shot through her as she remembered the way his lips felt on her flesh. It had been beyond anything she'd ever imagined and she knew they'd have to have a 'talk' about it, but apparently, not now. Damon was staring at Stefan; his jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked there. That wasn't promising. Well, they could deal with her spilling her guts later. Right now there were bigger fish to fry. She remembered Damon's earlier question to Stefan. He knew where Klaus was—maybe this game could work in their favor in more ways than one. With that in mind, she turned her gaze back to Stefan. "Truth or Dare?" she asked, hoping her face didn't give away how much she was hoping he'd pick truth again.
If Stefan was surprised at being picked again, he didn't show it. Their seating arraignments weren't an accident, as the game was starting to plainly show. It was Damon and Elena against him. He gave Elena a wink that made her want to hurl. "Dare," he purred.
Elena wanted to stomp her foot in frustration. That so wasn't the answer she'd been hoping for. Her brow furrowed as she tried to come up with a reply. She'd had her question for a 'Truth' answer all ready, but once again, Stefan had pulled the rug out from under her and surprised her.
"Oh come on, Elena," he said, pouring himself another healthy dose of alcohol. "I know you're pretty vanilla, but surely even your small mind can come up with something daring for me to do?" He drank the drink down, following his guideline that you drank when called upon.
Elena felt the cut of the remark deep. God! This was far harder than she'd thought it'd be. No wonder Damon had told her to stay away. Seeing Stefan like this was just…ugh! Disgusting! But then Damon grabbed her hand and squeezed.
"Ignore my bro, 'Lena. As you can see, he's in full 'dick-mode'." He wagged his brows at her, making her smile despite herself. "Let him have it…he said no rules, remember?"
Elena's smile turned crafty and for the first time that night, Stefan wasn't smirking. "Okay…" Elena paused, thinking of something—anything that would put Stefan in his place. Suddenly a thought came to mind and she smirked. "I dare you to tell us where Klaus is hiding."
Stefan scowled. "That's not a dare. It's a truth."
Elena and Damon shared a conspiratorial look before Elena announced. "Nope, sorry it's a dare. You said no rules. That means the normal rules don't apply. I just dared you to answer my question, so answer it."
Stefan's dark turbulent gaze went back and forth between them before he shrugged. It was obvious he hadn't anticipated this change of events, and he wasn't exactly happy about it, but then he relaxed and that ugly cold mask slipped back over his features and he shrugged. "Fine, but remember you brought the devious to this game," he taunted, before saying, "He's in Savanna."
"Georgia or Illinois?" Damon asked.
"Not your turn. It's mine. You might want to remember that." Stefan narrowed his eyes, but Damon simply raised a brow as if saying 'bring it'. Stefan nodded slightly, acknowledging the challenge. "And that, my brother," he teased, "would be another question. So I suggest you save it for later."
Stefan poured them all a new glass of bourbon. "So…" he said, putting the bottle down, "Damon, truth or dare?"
Elena's hands balled into tiny fists in her lap and Damon could almost feel the tension rolling off her in waves. After that last dare he wasn't sure she was ready for another one. It made his answer simple. "Truth," he replied, as nervous as Elena was at this point though because lord knows what kind of question Stefan might ask him.
"When did you first realize you were in love with my girlfriend?"
Both Damon and Elena's eyes snapped to his face. It was asked with such clinical detachment, almost as if he'd just asked, 'when had Damon decided her preferred chocolate ice cream to vanilla?' that both Damon and Elena were yet again taken aback at his utter aloofness. While Damon's love for Elena, wasn't exactly a secret, (hell, Damon might as well be wearing an 'I heart Elena' T-shirt half the time-truth be told) the three of them had never openly discussed it like this. It was beyond outrageous. It was baffling.
Where the hell was Stefan taking all this? Damon wasn't sure he wanted to know anymore.
Elena was staring at him though as if she wanted to hear him say it too.
Shit! Like she didn't know! He turned to Elena and clarified it for her. "Founder's day," he answered truthfully. And yes, maybe that night had ended with 'Doppelganger-hi-jinx' thanks to Katherine, yet it was still a special moment for Damon, because it was the first time Elena had fought for him—fought to save him! It had left him flabbergasted and he believed it was then that he'd realized he was in love with her. That was why he'd ended up on her porch in the first place. He'd wanted to tell her in the only way he could what she meant to him.
His eyes bored into Elena's and Stefan faded into the background once again. "You risked everyone to save me," he told her, giving her that small smile that never failed to either annoy her or make her temperature jump twenty degrees! "Even after everything I had done to you…you thought I was worth saving. It floored me," he added softly. "No one has ever made me want to change for them, but you make me want to be a better man, Elena," he said. "I think I fell in love with you then and there."
Elena's eyes were huge and tearing up. Her breathing was ragged. "Damon…" she whispered hoarsely, profoundly affected by his confession.
Damon and Elena moved towards each other, but then Stefan's laughter broke the spell. "And you used to call me a pansy! Jesus-fucking-Christ, bro—you take the fucking cake! You like to play the bad-assed Vamp, but you're really just a needy little boy looking for someone—anyone to love and accept him!" His lip curled and he cackled with malicious glee. "You're nothing but a big marshmallow with fangs looking for love." His face hardened and his voice dripped with cruelty, "Actually, you're pathetic."
Elena gasped at Stefan's cold and hateful speech. She tried to grab Damon's arm and let him know she didn't see him like that, but he was already springing off the couch. He hit Stefan full force and sent Stefan, himself and Stefan's chair flying. They all went to the floor in a snarling swirl of vampire temper.
Loud growls were the only thing heard as Stefan and Damon rolled on the ground, each attempting to get the upper hand. Finally, Damon achieved it. "Take it back!" he demanded, pinning Stefan to the ground.
"Why?" Stefan retorted with a giggle, not even bothering to try and get his brother off him. "It's the truth." He lay under Damon, his green eyes monstrous and unfeeling, despite the smile on his face. "You say you fell in love with Elena when she tried to save you, but look-ee here…she's trying to save me too and I can tell you right now, brother…" he paused and his voice was so devoid of all things human Damon actually felt the cold for the first time and it was chilling. "I'm not worth saving," Stefan finished in a whisper before he suddenly flipped them, so that he was on top. He pinned Damon's arms above his head and lowered his face, until his lips were right by his brother's ear. "You're not like me though. You want love. Want to be accepted. First it was Katherine. Now, Elena." He gave Damon a malevolent little smile as he squeezed his brother's wrists until the bones creaked, threatening to snap. Damon winced, but Stefan's words had him speechless; hitting him right where it hurt the most. "No, you're just a sucker, always falling for the wrong woman—my women!" Stefan added, heartlessly.
Finally, Damon snapped out of his stupor and snarled, tossing his brother off him. Stefan went sailing as the elder Salvatore got to his feet. Enraged, the dark haired vampire kicked the side table next to him, shattering it and sending bits of wood flying before snatching up a piece of a broken leg and leaping for his brother again. Elena screamed, but Damon was almost beyond caring at this point. His brother had crossed a line. He'd spoken Damon's worst fears and made them a joke! He had to pay for that—and he would!
Damon landed on him, again pinning Stefan to the ground by leveling his elbow and forearm into Stefan's throat, choking him while he shoved the splintered piece of wood into Stefan's stomach, gutting him. Stefan gasped, eyes bulging. Damon had purposely missed the heart, but Stefan was hurt. He coughed up a bit of blood and Damon smiled, pleased at the sight. "Now, who's the marshmallow?" he growled, twisting the wooden object further into his brother's belly until Stefan grunted in pain and wheezed; choking on his blood now.
"Damon, don't!" Elena cried and her voice had the same affect as a bucket of water over his head.
Damon reared back. He stared frozen at his brother's face. Fuck! He'd almost just killed his brother! Part horrified and partly still angry, Damon yanked the make-shift stake out of Stefan's stomach and tossed it into the fireplace next to him. He glanced at the blood on his hand and scowled. Stefan had made him so mad… He'd wanted to end him. It only made him angrier!
"Fuck you!" he snapped to his brother and got off him, needing to put some distance between them, lest he put that table leg back where it belonged and with this time—he might choose to have better aim. He stormed across the room, ignoring his brother who was sitting up, clutching his belly. He refused to even glance at Elena and grabbed a bottle of his booze and proceeded to soothe his ire with booze. A tried and true solution!
Stefan was staggering to his feet, but Elena had eyes for Damon and Damon only. She whispered his name, "Damon…" She held out her hand to him.
"Not now," he bit out, and poured a huge shot into his glass. He downed it in one gulp before glancing towards his brother who was leaning against the wall, his hand pressed to the gaping hole in his stomach. "Consider that a warning, brother," Damon growled, refilling his glass. He didn't wait for Stefan to answer; instead he tilted his head back and swallowed the second shot as quick as the first. The warmth of it soothed him, but he was still furious and it showed in his blazing blue eyes. He poured a third glass, but this one he sipped. This time when he met Elena's terrified gaze he noticed how she calmed once she was sure he was in control again.
He sighed. Fuck! They needed to get Stefan locked up, but he was so much stronger now, almost as strong as Damon was. As the booze mellowed his mood, it dawned on Damon that Elena's little plan really might be the only way. He sighed.
Well shit, he really didn't want to play this fucking game anymore, but what the hell? When had he ever gotten what he wanted?
"Stef," he said, coming around to stand in between Elena and Stefan (just in case Stefan decided to retaliate) "I get that you're channeling some dark demon right now…or whatever, but you're still not stronger than me. I'm not the one who was snacking on bunnies until a month ago!" he quipped, and took another long drought from his glass again. "Remember that!" he said softly. "Now if you want to continue this fucking game of yours, I suggest you clean yourself up and keep your wise-assed comments to yourself!"
Elena stared from one brother to another. She couldn't decide which of them to comfort. Oh Lord, she was like Katherine. Just like the female vampire, in her own way, she loved them both. On one hand, there was Stefan, the guy she'd been with for a year, he was bleeding and in obvious pain as he got to his feet—she wanted to help him, she did... But on the other hand, there was Damon. The sometimes snarky, gorgeous guy who drove her nuts half the time, but he was also the only person she knew without a doubt would always be there for her. He would always—always put her and her needs first. Damon's words may be harsh, but he was devastated. That was obvious and Elena withdrew her hand from her pocket, letting go of the vervain syringe. She had her hand in her pocket. Stefan's words had been beyond cruel. They'd been ruthlessly painful. Damon needed her now more than Stefan did. Just-like-that, she made her decision.
She chose Damon. She ignored Stefan shuffling towards the parlor exit as she crossed the room to lay her hand on his arm. "Are you okay?" she asked gently.
He flinched a bit at her soft touch, but his mask slipped back into place and he smirked, taking a sip of his drink. "Peachy, but I think baby bro may need a transfusion," he quipped, his eyes watching Stefan as he limped towards the parlor exit. He leaned down so that his mouth was near her ear. "What are you waiting for? Here's your chance to get your boyfriend back. Go dart him and then you two can be together again."
Damon, don't," she warned. She took a deep breath and offered him what she could, her understanding. "I know what he said affected you. It affected me too."
He shrugged, but she wouldn't let it go. Neither of them paid Stefan any mind as he mentioned getting some blood as he hobbled past them and out of the room. She waited until he was really gone before turning back to the wounded looking dark haired vampire. "Damon," she said, trying again to get through to him. "Don't lie to me, please. We've gone so far past that."
Damon rounded on her suddenly. His intense blue eyes large and so bright, Elena's breath caught at his beauty. "Have we?"
She managed to nod. "Yeah, we have."
"Then what the hell are we doing here, Elena?" he asked, waving the arm that held his drink. "We're letting Stefan pull our strings as we dance to his tune and for what? So we can save him? Save him from what?" he raged, angry and showing it. "What the hell are we saving him from?" he growled. "Klaus? Himself?" He gave a small mirthless laugh. "Klaus is gone. And if you ask me...Stefan seems to be enjoying himself far too much to be a victim!"
"Damon, you know it's the compulsion," she said, despite the fact that she agreed with most of his statement.
He growled and took a healthy swig of his newest drink before swiveling his head in her direction and leveling his magnificent blue eyes on her intensely. "Are you sure about that?" he asked mysteriously.
Elena swallowed. "I—uh…" Truth was, no she really wasn't and that scared her too.
He nodded as if he'd known what her answer would be. "Stefan was a Ripper years ago, Elena. Long before Klaus." He shook his head, "maybe we're the ones who should be wary. It's like he's not just flipping a switch. It's more like he doesn't have a switch anymore and that (he emphasized the word) freaks me out! He's dead inside and that's not an intended pun. I mean like ruthlessly dead, Elena, and you've never seen a vampire like that! I haven't even seen a vampire like that. They're stone cold killers…even kill their own kind." He took a swig of his drink. "I've heard it isn't pretty."
"Damon…" she entreated, trying to comfort him, and yeah, maybe herself too, but he shrugged her off.
"No. Don't you see? I almost staked him," he mused, swirling the half inch of amber fluid in his glass, studying it as if it would give him the answers he sought. "I wanted him dead. My own brother…and you know what's worse?" His brilliant blue eyes were haunted as he looked at her, "There's a part of me thinks I should have just done it because I honestly believe he's gone, Elena. Stefan-is-gone! And my gut is telling me, if we don't stop him now…" He paused and Elena's heart clenched, "he's only going to get worse!" he muttered angrily before finishing off the drink.
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Elena had finally calmed Damon down and they were just about to go look for Stefan, since he'd been gone for nearly twenty minutes at that point, when he came sauntering in the room, looking fresh with a new shirt on and sipping from what appeared to be a—no it couldn't be! Elena and Damon both gaped—it was! Stefan was sipping directly from the thick straw like valve that led to the human heart as if it was a juice box!
Elena nearly gagged. It was too gross.
Damon merely closed his eyes. This was simply further proof that his brother's elevator wasn't going to the top floor anymore.
Stefan made a soft sound of pleasure as he took a final sip. He licked his lips exaggeratedly before shooting it 'basket-ball' style towards the trashcan. He missed and the heart sailed a little over the can. He *tsked* his blooper shot, but blatantly ignored the squishy soft *plop* it made as it landed on the floor. Damon raised a brow at his brother when he left it lying there in a bloody little heap, instead of picking the vile thing up and disposing of it properly.
Damon shared a glance with Elena that clearly said, 'now, do you see what I'm talking about?'
"Mmm, nothing like getting it directly from the tap," Stefan quipped, rubbing his hands together. His eyes sought out Elena and Damon. "Okay, so where were we?" He ignored both of their stunned expressions at his crude remarks as he picked up the chair Damon had knocked him out of earlier and placed it in its previous position facing the table and the couch. He refilled his drink and then took a healthy sip. "Oh yeah…" he snickered at his brother, setting Damon's teeth on edge again. "I'd just made you spill your guts, so I guess that'd make it your turn, bro," he said, taking his seat.
Damon went and picked up the heart. He grimaced at the now shriveling organ before removing it from Elena's (who was looking a little green around the gills at this point) view. Damon took it into the kitchen, disposing of it quickly and efficiently, before washing his hands too (dead heart—seriously eew factor there) and coming back to the couch and resuming his seat next to Elena.
Stefan was waiting. His eyes glittered in a way Damon didn't like. "Okay…your turn. Let the game really begin."
Damon pursed his lips as he decided how he was going to play this. Stefan was obviously expecting another question about Klaus. Damon hated to do the expected. A slow, lazy smile curled one side of his mouth up as an idea for both an amazing truth and dare came to him. "Stefan, truth or dare?" Stefan made a face and Damon scoffed. "Oh, c'mon, you knew that was coming your way."
Stefan shrugged. "Of course I did, but I was simply thinking you might take advantage of this moment and actually take what you want, brother. I did."
Again with the knife twist of the knife. Stefan was effectively letting Damon know that he had had what Damon wanted so badly, but this time Damon wasn't biting so he simply shrugged. "Yeah, yeah, I love Elena (he ignored Elena's small gasp at his open admission and went on) and you want to make this a Jerry Springer episode. I got it. Next topic." He handed Stefan his drink. "Drink up." Stefan took the drink and drank it down in one long swallow. Damon nodded in approval. Good. The more Stefan drank, the more relaxed he'd be. "So…tick tock…truth or dare? Which will it be?" Damon asked, unable to hold back his mirth at feeling just that tiniest bit of satisfaction of throwing Stefan's words back in his face for a change.
Stefan smirked. "I told you Damon, I'm all for the truth. It won't matter what you do. Don't you get that yet? Klaus will get what he wants." His eyes went to Elena and she cringed back a bit. His smile widened, as if enjoying her fear. He let his eyes linger on her for just a second longer, almost until it was just too creepy before bringing his gaze to his brother. "Okay, go ahead…fire away. Truth," he said.
Damon paused, letting the silence gain momentum, (he'd invented the awkward pause) before he asked, "Who is Michael and why is Klaus scared of him?"
Stefan's face froze and Damon almost went 'cha-ching!' That was a score question. He refused to allow his brother to see his excitement at the reaction he'd gotten though. "Are you going to answer anytime soon?" he asked, as if bored to tears with the whole thing.
Elena's heartbeat had picked up when Stefan had reacted so strongly to the name Michael. Who was he? Obviously, Damon knew. She gave him an admiring glance for finding a way to turn this silly game into a fact finding mission.
"That's two questions, Damon," Stefan replied, trying to cover up his momentary lapse.
"I know." Damon's smile was wicked personified. Gotcha! He wagged his brows. "I was just wondering if you knew who Michael was, but your expression says you do. So my question is…why is Klaus hiding from him?"
Stefan's jaw tensed. "Michael is a vampire hunter."
"That didn't answer my question, Stef. I know Michael hunts vampires. What I asked why is Klaus hiding from him?"
Stefan's eyes narrowed. He bit back his snarl at Damon's taunting face. He seemed to ponder whether to answer or not, but then he gave them the answer they'd been seeking. "He's a vampire that kills other vampires, okay? Klaus is hiding because Michael the one person that can kill him!"
Now that got both Damon and Elena's attention and they both leaned forward, eager for more. "How?" they both said simultaneously.
This time Stefan got to grin. He leaned back in his chair, picked up his drink and chuckled, shaking his head. "Unh-uh," he said, "I answered your question." His grin was absolutely frightening. "My turn…"
Elena reached for Damon's hand, squeezing it, as if to get them both through whatever he had in mind.
Stefan's dead green eyes went right to his brother and Damon felt the frosty emptiness in that gaze right to his very bones. "Truth…" Stefan purred (and Damon knew there was nothing nice in that question) "or dare?"
Was there really a choice here? Damon knew his truths were far worse than his dares! He glanced at Elena as if to say 'if this goes bad, I'm sorry,' and said, "Dare."
Stefan glanced at them, took note of their hands, clinging to each other and his eye brow raised again. "I almost wish this was a dare for Elena…" he mused. He sighed, straightened his shoulders and said, "Oh well, it's for you Damon, so I'll make it simple. I dare you to taste Elena…between her thighs," he added with a cruel and calculated twist to his lips. "You get to choose how or where you taste, but you need to make it good for her."
Elena's heart slammed into her chest and began to pound hard and fast. "But…" Stefan added, smirking at her, "if her reaction is any indication…I don't think that'll be a problem."
Damon was absolutely stupefied. 'What the…?' Stefan wanted him to…what? Go down on Elena? Damon's dick once again joined the party at even the thought…It was a dream come true, but…he glanced at Elena and saw her blush, not like this. Never like this.
Oh shit! Fuck! And fuck me!
"Stefan, you're kidding, right?" he said, "I'm not doing that with—" He stopped when Elena trembled again next to him. "I'm not doing that period."
Elena's head whipped his way just as Stefan raised a cynical brow.
"Why?" Elena blurted, stunning not only herself and Stefan, but Damon as well.
"I—uh…" Damon floundered, at a loss for words. She had been the last person he'd expected to complain. He didn't have an answer. "Why are you asking me why? You should know why?" he shot back instead.
Stefan simply grinned. "Okay, I think it's legit. Elena is cool with the dare…" He waved at Damon. "Go ahead, get her pants off and taste her…"
Despite how often he'd dreamed of just this kind of scenario happening (well, without the Stefan factor, of course) Damon hesitated. What the fuck was Stefan seriously up to? Was he some sick pervert or what? Damon gave his brother a strange look. "I'm not doing this, Stefan. No matter what you do. If you go for Elena…I'll stake you. If you go for me…I'll stake you." He smirked. "So you see, end of story. End of game." He glanced to Elena who was still looking out of it. This was fucking with all their minds. Damon had had enough! "I'm done," he said and got up.
Stefan waited until Damon was almost out of the room. "Even if I can tell you how Michael can kill Klaus?" he called after his brother's back.
Damon froze for a second before turning around.
Elena was stunned. "You know how to kill Klaus?" The very idea was mind boggling. If he knew that then what the hell was keeping him in his 'evil' state?
"Yep!" he said popping the 'P' like Damon usually did.
Damon gave his brother an eye roll. "You really need your own lines," he said coming back to the couch. Now this information was something he could work with. "Okay, tell me," he demanded.
Stefan leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms and shook his head. "Unh-uh, first you—show me."
Elena made a strangled little noise at what Stefan was demanding and his gaze twisted her way. "How badly do you want to save me?" She looked down and he smirked. "Or is this even about me anymore?" His green eyes glittered with something neither Elena nor Damon wanted to name because it was simply too creepy and more than a little kinky too. "Personally, I think it's more about Damon now…" Stefan was saying and Elena's head snapped up.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" she spat. "You do realize what you're asking for here, right?"
He shrugged. "What? Free porn? Don't be such a prude Elena. It's not like I'm going to get jealous." Elena's brows drew down and she just couldn't seem to contemplate what he was saying. He made a scoffing sound. "Listen, you little blood bag…get this through your head. I don't give a shit what happens to you. You mean nothing to me. Got it now? I mean it." His green eyes turned dark, malignant, "Listen to me, Elena, a whole frat house full of jocks could bend you over a pool table and pull a train on you, sweetheart and the only thing that would bother me is if it was on my table at the time."
Elena recoiled back as if he was a cobra and in a way that was fitting because the venom he was spewing was pretty damned toxic! Elena glanced Damon's way and he looked ready to kill Stefan again. She couldn't let him and this time it was not for Stefan. It was for Damon. Damon would feel that guilt for the rest of his life and the last thing Elena wanted was for him to have to live with that.
She squared her shoulders, refusing to let him see how disturbing his words were. Her and Stefan were through. That was obvious. Even when they got him back—tonight would never *not* be between them! Lines had been crossed. He's said things—she'd said and admitted to things…Elena sighed. It was time to take her courage in hand and make her decision.
"I'll do it," she finally stated in a soft, yet clear voice.
Damon's surprised blue eyes flew to her face and she couldn't help the flush that burned there. She was embarrassed yes, but she was also flying high on excitement right now too!
She got to her feet, ignoring both brothers' widened eyes as she unbuttoned her pants. "And I know exactly how I want it."
Damon sat frozen. He couldn't move if you paid him at that point. Was she? His mind simply couldn't process it. But his cock was and it flared to life in his pants, practically tapping him on the chest and saying 'fuck yeah!'
"Elena…" he croaked, "what the hell are you doing?"
"Taking what I want," she murmured, her eyes locked on Damon's face.
Time seemed to freeze as she lowered the zipper. It was like the *zzzziippp* sound lasted a lifetime, but then she started to slither out of her skinny jeans and time picked up speed real fast. Damon adjusted his pants and even Stefan leaned forward, his eyes locked on her beautiful body.
Elena had hold of the fabric; it was hanging right at her hip bones, just ready to slide down her sleek thighs. Her gaze sought out Damon and she gave him a smile. "I want you, Damon…" she said softly and you could literally hear both vampires breathing unnecessarily when Elena dropped those pants. "Take me."
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Okay guys, I know what an awful place to leave it, but you know me…I like to write a full chappie with nothing but the smut and this was just getting way too long, but I hope the DElena moments here satisfied.
Jeez, is Stefan a dick here, or what? lol! You know…a reviewer asked me if I was channeling Angelus (lol) and I thought, well hmmph…maybe I am, because who knows…? I actually like Steffie like this, and I didn't before and lord knows I *love* Angelus, so whatever, either way this is how I'm rollin' with him, so I hope you like it. :P
Now if you'll click that little button and let me know what you think it'll feed the musie and she'll feed me and it's a circle kind of thing.
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