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WARNING: SUPER DUPER MATURE CONTENT ;)


Damon's POV

When Stefan gets back to the boarding house, he seems a little preoccupied with something. In truth, I'm a little preoccupied, myself, but probably for a whole different reason. Memories of the party and the 'after-party' continue to run through my mind like a movie… a very dirty and distracting movie. Elena has said my name a million times, but she's never said it the way she said it tonight, like she needed me, like she was craving me. Sure, other girls have said my name in a similar fashion over the years. You live for 145 years and you're bound to have a few lovers… or more than a few. But, with Elena… it was different. I've dreamed a thousand dreams where she and I were together, where her nails dug into me from pleasure, but it was never even close to the real thing. Never in my life have I felt such satisfaction for pulling a moan from someone's lips. And let's not forget the confession that acted as a precursor to our sequel. She said that she did need me and, not only that, but that she loved me. Elena loves me. The one thing I've waited to hear my entire existence given to me by the girl I've pined after pathetically for the past two years. I clench my jaw and down my bourbon before pouring another glass. If I want to keep from acting on my impulse and driving back to her house right now, I'm going to have to think about something else.

I look at Stefan sitting on the couch, staring into the fire, hoping that keeping him in my line of vision will quell the side of me that wants what it wants and doesn't care who gets hurt. I can be that guy, the one who doesn't care about anyone's agenda but my own. I'm good at it. I did it for more years than I care to admit. But, slowly, things have started to change. Despite my attempts to avoid it, I have started to change. I will always be selfish and stubborn and reckless. That was ingrained in me way before I was ever a vampire. But, now, after years of punishing Stefan for being the guy that Katherine chose, for turning me against my will when I didn't want to live a second without the woman I thought I loved, for not realizing I was missing when I was being tortured for 5 years, or whatever other reason I could think of to hate him, I'm done being the guy that promised him an eternity of misery. And I don't actually want him to hate me… most of the time. I'm not going to sit around a campfire and sing songs of brotherly love or anything, but even though we fight constantly about anything and everything, there's still a part of me afraid that once he finds out about Elena and me, he'll never forgive either of us.

Well, that sappy train of thought certainly squashed the desire to worsen this situation we're in. I'm guessing that Elena was able to refrain from spilling our secret for now since I wasn't greeted by Stefan with an attempt on my life. Still, whatever he's got turning around in his head is obviously not good. He tosses back a tumbler just like I did and levels his eyes on me with a strange expression.

"What happened tonight?"

I stop short, but, thankfully, I'm a good liar. I've had a lot of practice.

"A little dancing, a lot of feeding. Why?"

He shakes his head. "Elena just seems… different."

I roll my eyes.

"She is different. She's a vampire, now." And we had sex. Twice. And blood-shared. Twice. Wow, we were ambitious.

I down the remainder of my drink and start upstairs, not really in the mood to get into it again about the proper way to be a vampire. He's not listened to me over the last 145 years and, despite the fact that I got the devastatingly handsome gene and he was burdened with morals and hero hair, we do actually share a few traits. Stubbornness is one of those.

"I know." He says, and I stop halfway up the stairs.

Maybe I misjudged Elena's ability to keep her mouth shut.

"Know what?" I ask skeptically.

"That you have her best interest at heart. Teaching her to feed, how to cope… But she's not supposed to be this person."

I scoff, half in revulsion, half in relief. "When is anybody ever the person they're supposed to be?"


Elena's POV

The next morning when I wake up, there's that half a second before I open my eyes when everything seems blissfully perfect. There is no bloodlust, no guilt, no horrible, crushing realization that I've dug a hole deeper than I'm able to climb out of… not without losing a few things along the way. There's none of that. There is simply happiness, memories of Damon with me… thoughts of his beautiful smile, the way his hand felt in mine last night, the feeling of safety and freedom his very presence brings. And, then, reality sets in and I'm forced to open my eyes to a day that will bring about the destruction of not only my relationship with a man I've loved for years, a man who has become family after helping me cope with the loss of mine, but also the destruction of his relationship with his brother. I really am talented. One choice and I've destroyed several lives.

Again, I push back the guilt that burns in my stomach and get out of bed. No moping. I'm still bound and determined to not give myself the satisfaction of feeling sorry for myself. Instead, I make a conscious effort to focus on other things, like what I'm actually going to say to Stefan once I see him. I look at my phone and see a slew of messages. Bonnie is suspicious and asking questions and Stefan has messaged me several times saying he's hoping to see me sometime this afternoon. I scroll through again, my heart dropping a little when I confirm that no messages have come from a certain blue-eyed vampire.

Before I can get too disheartened, though, my phone dings with a new text.

Morning, Party Pants. What's on the agenda for the day?

I smile, imagining him lying in his massive bed writing to me, and type back a response.

Good morning. I don't know about you, but before I do anything, I'm going to take a shower. The one I took last night was a little unorthodox. You know, being clothed and all.

His reply is almost instant.

Ooh, nakedness. Mind if I join?

I stop, trying to determine whether or not he's being serious. I would love nothing more than to resume where we left off last night, but I'm supposed to be putting a halt on things until I can get this worked out with Stefan. And it sucks. I decide not to reply and just pretend like I'm already in the shower and turn to grab my clothes, almost having a heart attack when I see Damon leaning against my wall. Apparently, he's not still in bed.

"God, Damon. You almost gave me a heart attack."

His features screw up in skepticism. "I'm fairly certain vampires can't have heart attacks."

"A-ha. Ha-ha." I laugh sarcastically.

He stands up straight and takes a couple of steps toward me, dropping his head like he's stalking his prey. "Were you dodging me?" He says in mock hurt, continuing to slowly advance toward me.

"I wasn't dodging you… I just… wanted to…" I back into the wall and he puts one of his arms up beside my head, leaning in so close that I can see the different streaks of blue in his eyes. "…do something." I exhale sharply. There were definitely words in my head a second ago… What was I talking about?

"Something?" He says, brushing his lips across my cheek. "Well, that's specific. You know, you seem distracted this morning. You didn't even hear me come in. Tsk, tsk."

His lips move against my skin with every word, his breath hot against me, and every thought of holding back this morning is lost in that sensation. He leans forward and runs his lips along my neck, touching as lightly as possible and effectively stopping that breathing thing I'm supposed to do. Suddenly, he straightens up and pulls back.

"But you're right." He says with a sigh. "We should wait until later, after we've done… what was it you said a second ago? 'Something'?"

He plops down on my bed and smiles that irritatingly smug grin of his. I take a deep breath and push away from the wall that was serving as my only support when my knees decided to stop working a few seconds ago. Why does my body always betray me when Damon walks into a room? My heart speeds up, my lungs no longer exchange oxygen correctly, my stomach jumps, my skin is on fire and covered in goosebumps at the same time, and every muscle in my body starts to go weak. I feel constantly on the verge of intoxication by his very presence.

And, now, he's taunting me.

"You're an ass." I say with as much conviction as I can muster, but it just makes his grin widen.

"I know." He says, putting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes.

I should let it go. He's practically agreeing, in a very anti-Damon fashion, to put our relationship on hold until we talk with Stefan. This is what I wanted. This is why I didn't respond to his text… Right? Ugh, it was so much easier to ignore this part of me when he wasn't in the room. And when I scan my eyes across his black leather jacket and V-neck shirt, the way the fabric conforms to his body in all the right places, there's a nudging in the back of my mind and my stubbornness, or desire, takes over. So, while his eyes are closed, I turn my back to him and take off my shirt, throwing it on his face before walking towards the bathroom. Two can play at his little temptation game.

Within a second, he has me pinned against the wall of my room. I can't help the grin that spreads across my face and he grins right back. I push and spin until I have him pressed against the wall, instead, running my hands down the sides of his face slowly. His eyes close and I can see his jaw clench with the effort it's taking for him to remain in control. I love this… touching his face, running my fingers across his lips, through his hair, down his ears and neck… I love being able to look at him and finally admit to myself that it's okay to love him, to want him. I let my fingers trail down his chest and then run my hands across his shoulders, underneath his leather jacket until it falls to the floor in a heap.

I bite my bottom lip, letting my eyes roam over him, and push my hands underneath his black t-shirt, sliding them across his stomach and feeling the muscles hidden there, how they move with every shallow breath he takes. He closes his eyes and leans his head back against the wall with a sigh.

If I had any restraint before, it's gone now. As soon as his blue eyes open and focus on me again, I push my lips to his. His response is instant. His lips part against mine, his tongue caressing and teasing mine, and his hands hold my body as close to his as it can get. He reaches back and pulls his shirt over his head, obviously abandoning his plans to wait until later, too.

He pushes forwards and I walk back until I feel my legs hit the bed. He lays me back and then his body is on mine, the weight of him pushing me into the mattress. Oh, how I love gravity right now. He laces his fingers through mine and my heart swells at the sweet gesture. It just makes me want him more.

I've missed this. Even after less than 24 hours, I'm craving his kiss, his touch, his bite. When I became a vampire, my biggest fear was the craving, the hunger that burns hotter than anything else, and the chance that that hunger would lead me to hurt or kill someone. Little did I know that my biggest craving wouldn't even be for blood. Instead, the first thing I think of before I open my eyes and the last thing on my mind before I fall asleep is Damon. He's become an addiction. How did I miss this when I was human? How was I able to ignore that part of myself? Because I can't find the strength to, now. As soon as I kissed him at that party, I knew it was all over. And for the first time since I turned, I'm glad we have forever.

I deepen our kiss and turn again, pushing him back onto the bed. He's tormented me twice in the last 24 hours. It's my turn, now.

I know that Damon is used to being in control. That's just who he is. But there's something about him right now, looking back at me with anticipation and wonder. And, despite that I know he's far from innocent in most ways, there is something behind his wide, blue eyes that's usually lacking. Suddenly, it hits me.

Trust. He trusts me.

I breathe a sigh against his soft lips, moving them across his skin in an attempt to taste as much of him as I can. I'm in sensory overload already. The feel of his skin against mine, the pulsing of his blood beating against my body, the taste of his lips, his neck, his chest, the smell of his body wash clinging to skin, the sound of his fractured breathing and groans of pleasure as my hands slowly descend down his stomach… all of that combined with the unyielding lust that pulses throughout my body, the insatiable hunger for him, the hunger for his blood, for his teeth to push into me, the persistent raw, aching between my legs… God, I feel it all.

I unbutton his pants and slide them off, shimmying out of mine and dropping them to the floor, too.

I climb back on top of him halfway, kissing down his chest, letting my tongue trail down his stomach, loving the way his heartbeat speeds up, the way his breathing continues to get more shallow in anticipation. First, I let my fingers trail against the front of his boxers and his body tenses… then I followed the same path with my lips, barely touching, letting my hot breath whisper through the fabric.

Nervousness starts to creep through me. I know it's insane to feel this way considering the things I have shared with this man over the last few days, but part of me feels like this is somehow more personal, more intimate. And to do this with Damon, of all people… the thought terrifies me.

"Elena." He says, his voice raw. "You're driving me insane."

I grin and the nervousness fades. "I know." I tease, giving his words from earlier back to him.

With my new bravery, I slide his boxers off, letting them join the pile of clothes on the floor, and before that bravery can fade, I wrap my lips around him, glancing up just in time to see his eyes roll back and his mouth fall open. The vision of his pleasure runs through me and with every move of my mouth, he seems to lose himself a little more to it. I pull back and run my tongue up the length of him. He moans, the sound of it setting me on fire and, when his body starts to tense, there's a part of me that doesn't want to pull back, not with the groans coming from his lips.

"Elena. Elena. You have to stop." He begs. "Elena."

I do as he asks and pull back, but reluctantly, not wanting to stop when his moans were driving me to bring him as much pleasure as possible. He drops his head back onto the bed, breathing heavy and staring the ceiling. Now that I'm not focused on him, I can feel the throbbing between my own legs, begging to be touched. While he's still catching his breath, I climb on top of him, straddling him and slowly lowering myself down, he groans and my head falls back in ecstasy. This is heaven. Immediately, he pulls me down and his lips are on mine. I move against him and he moans into my mouth, his hands gripping me so tightly that, if I were human, would surely leave bruises on me. But it doesn't hurt… instead, it mixes with the endless flow of euphoria pumping through my veins, traveling to every capillary, igniting every neuron. I suck on his bottom lip and he groans, pulling me closer to him, moving into me deeper than he ever has. I moan and lean down, barely thinking before I puncture his skin with my teeth.

As soon as the flavor flows over my tongue, I'm lost. I can feel my body tighten and every push of him into me winds me tighter, pushing me so high I feel like I'll never come down. But then his moans change in a way that I've already come to recognize as sign that he can't hold on much longer. The sound sends a burning down my body and I let go as rapture sweeps over me, through me, and I bite harder, feeling his arms crushing me as he moans in my ear, finding his release.


I'm not sure how long we lie in my bed, just being together, my tracing patterns onto his chest. Can I just stay here forever? Because that would be perfection.

My phone dings with a text but I ignore it. Jeremy is at work and the only person I want to talk to right now is lying underneath me, still naked. It's not until Damon's phone gets a text soon after that I think something might be wrong. I slide off the bed halfway in the laziest way possible, holding onto Damon's arm as an anchor, and reach for his pants, sliding his phone out one-handed with great effort. He pulls me back on the bed and opens the text, his eyebrows immediately furrowing.

"Son of a bitch." He says, letting his eyes roam over my face. "We have a problem."


SO, there ya go. I hope you enjoyed it :D All kinds of Delena action in this one. For those of you wanting an actual storyline, it's coming, I promise. I've just been having fun with Damon and Elena's new relationship. There's not going to be a sire-bond in this story because I feel like it cheapens Elena's feelings for Damon. There IS a cure, but don't fret. Things will not go as they did in the series! I'll update as soon as I can!

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