Love without Affection is Hate without the Pain…

Pairing: Damon/Elena (Der. Who else would I write about? Stefan?)

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I hope L.J. Smith or the CW doesn't pull an "Anne Rice" because I LOVE writing FanFiction about it! I don't own it, if I did, Ian Somerhalder would probably NEVER have clothes on! :D

you laugh like I'm kidding…

Warnings for This Chapter: LEMONS! …you're welcome. :D

A/N: Katherine's not locked in the tomb in this story, k? (Even though that was AWESOME!) *claps for Damon's revenge*

Chapter 7

Elena walked up the stairs and into Stefan's room and hid the book in the bottom of her toiletries bag.

"Hey," Caroline appeared and Elena turned around quickly.

"Jeez, Caroline, you scared me!"

"Sorry." She smiled. "I just wanted to tell you that I convinced Stefan to take me hunting for…" She grimaced. "Bunnies."

Elena gave her a confused look. "Caroline, I thought you – oh." Caroline was giving her time alone…with Damon. She heard Stefan coming up the stairs. "Thank you," She mouthed.

Caroline grinned. "You're welcome."

"Hey," Stefan said from the doorway. "Ready to go?"

Caroline tried to appear reluctant to leave. "Yes."

Stefan walked over to Elena and hugged her. "I'll be back in a few hours."

The repressed guilt was now flowing back into Elena, nearly choking her.

Caroline seemed to sense this and said impatiently, "Stefan? Are we leaving?"

Stefan pulled back and looked at Elena. "Bye."

"Bye."

And they were gone.

She sat on Stefan's bed. She had no reason to feel guilty. This was just her trying to get Damon to feel again – to become more…human, and the only way to do that was to give him the only part of her she could, perhaps the only part of her Damon truly wanted. There were no feelings involved.

…Right?

She jumped as her phone buzzed, signaling a text. She opened it.

Message from: Caroline

Damon's in the kitchen btw.

She quickly typed her thanks and turned her phone off, setting it on Stefan's dresser. She changed her clothes started to talk downstairs.

Tight jeans? Check.

Thin Black Halter top? Check.

…No bra or panties? Check.

She poked her head into the kitchen to see Damon, his back facing her as he poured blood into a glass.

"I can hear you, Elena." He drawled sarcastically.

She stepped into the kitchen next to him and leaned against the counter. He cast a sideways glance at her and attempted to walk past her before she grabbed his arm. He spun around and pushed her against the counter intimidatingly before he realized; she wasn't trying to fight him.

He set the glass on the counter as Elena roughly pressed her lips against his. He picked her up and sat her on the counter. She put her hand out on the counter, knocking the glass off. They both looked at it for a minute before Damon turned back to her.

"Doesn't matter," He told her huskily before kissing her again. He slid his tongue in her mouth dominantly and she let him.

She quickly unbuttoned his shirt, running her fingernails along the hard muscles, eliciting a moan from Damon. He suddenly pulled her off the counter and spun her around, against it, her back to him.

Well, this position wasn't part of her plan.

He pulled the shirt over her head and skillfully pulled her jeans off. She stepped out of them and he kicked them aside. He unbuckled his belt, taking his own pants off. Damon let his shirt slide off of his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her, his lips to her ear.

"Love the choice in underwear." He purred and before Elena could even blush, his fingers slowly trailed down her stomach until he pressed his middle finger onto her clitoris. She gasped, gripping the edge of the counter. He massaged her clit with his experienced fingers and Elena felt her legs give out.

"No, no, no." He said as she came and he held her up. When she was balanced, he pushed her legs apart and she reached out, grabbing the far end of the counter. Damon gripped her hips and thrust into her, making her cry out. In and out, over and over he drove into her body again and again.

"Daaamooonn….!" Elena cried his name out as he thrust into her forcefully. He ground his teeth together as he felt her tense around him. He thrust into her harder, groaning at how hot she felt around his manhood. With a growl, he released himself inside of her, but by her reaction, she wasn't quite done with him yet.

She tried to think of sneaky ways to show him she wanted the…crap! What was it? Oh yeah!

She blushed as she remembered the name.

The "Sneak-a-Peek" Position.

As if reading her mind, (or maybe it was just how well he knew her) he slid out of her and spun her back around, her back against the counter. One of the many perks of being a vampire, Damon was already hard again, ready for more. Elena bit her lip and grinned at him as she allowed herself to be lifted and sat on top of the flat surface.

Damon gripped her hips, pulling her to the edge of it before thrusting back inside.

"Damon!" She gasped and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. Damon moaned at the feeling.

Elena leaned back onto her elbows like the book recommended and heard Damon moan as he quickened his pace. She wrapped her legs around him as he bent down planting wet kissed on her breasts, neck and shoulders.

Elena climaxed once more and Damon was so close-

They heard a "What the hell?" from across the room.

They both turned in shock and Damon, surprisingly smirked. "Hello, Rick."

In that second, he slid out of Elena, ran over to Alaric, snapping his neck and letting him fall to the floor.

"Damon!" Elena cried, sliding off of the counter. "Why the hell did you do that?"

Without missing a beat, Damon said, "To buy us some time." He pointed to the ring. "He'll come back." He said matter-of-factly.

After they both got dressed, (Elena went upstairs for more appropriate clothes) Elena sat watching Alaric's unmoving body from the couch, and Damon stood across the room, casually leaning against the wall, staring at Elena intently.

She felt his eyes on her and she looked up sharply. "What?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Ooh, someone's feisty today." He smirked at the double meaning of his words.

"Shut up, Damon."

He chuckled, looking at Alaric.

"Are you sure he's coming back?" She asked worriedly, kneeling over Alaric's body.

Damon shrugged. "I have no idea." He turned on his heel and headed towards the kitchen.

"Hey!" She stood and followed him. "Where do you think you're going?"

He pointed to the glass and blood on the floor. "I have a mess to clean up."

Elena walked into the living room and sat on the couch. She ran a hand through her hair. Damon was back in the living room and he kicked Alaric's side with his boot.

"Damon!" Elena rolled her eyes at him.

"Hey," Damon said. "Rick?"

Suddenly, Alaric gasped and sat up quickly. "What? I – you-" He looked at his ring, then at Damon, standing up slowly. "You killed me."

"Bingo."

"Why?" Alaric looked at Elena, and then he remembered. "You…Elena, why?"

Elena looked down into her lap.

"Why would you sleep with him?" Alaric asked, not accusingly, but lightly.

Damon suddenly laughed. "Same reason Katherine did," Damon smirked. "I'm the better brother in bed."

He turned to walk away when Elena stood up. "Hey!"

He turned to her.

"I am not sleeping with you for that!" She insisted.

"Really?" He took an intimidating step towards her. "Then why are you, Elena?"

"I…" She didn't say anything else. She didn't want him to know.

"Not to interrupt," Alaric said. "But I came over here for a reason."

"And why is that?" Damon turned, completely unfazed by the whole thing.

"I need to talk to Stefan."

"He's not here."

"Obviously." Alaric replied.

Damon narrowed his eyes at him and pointed to the door.

"I'll see you later, Elena." And Alaric left.

Alaric walked out of the Salvatore Boarding House, confused and frankly really weirded out.

He drove a couple blocks away and pulled up to his house. He went to unlock the door.

"Rick," A voice said.

He turned. "Elena?"

She raised an eyebrow.

Oh. "Katherine…"

She smiled, slowly. "Smart man, Alaric." In that second, she was right in front of him. "Isobel's told me about you." She grinned. "How you looked for her for years." She giggled. "That's dedication. Still, nothing compared to Damon. It took him 145 years." She grinned cruelly.

"Yes, and he finally found the bitch he was looking for."

Her face darkened and she had Alaric by the neck, pressed up against the door. "She also said you had a sharp tongue."

Katherine let go of him. "I have a few things to talk to you about." She said inattentively, looking up at him through her lashes. "So if you'll be a good little teacher and invite me in…"

"Forget it." He said, turning to unlock his door.

Katherine grabbed his wrist, twisting it until he dropped the keys. "Then I kill you."

Alaric accidently glanced down at his ring and Katherine grinned. "You really think I can't take that thing off of you quicker than you could stake me?"

"We talk out back, then."

She smirked at him. "Again, so smart." And she strode off the porch, heading towards the backyard.

Alaric quickly pushed the stake from his back pocket up his sleeve as he followed her.

"So," Katherine turned and sat in a lawn chair like it was her own house.

"So." Alaric repeated, watching her intently.

She smiled. "Isobel tells me that you didn't believer in her little vampire obsession."

"No, I didn't."

"I see. And you didn't know about John, either?"

"No."

"And you never met Damon?"

"No," He said. "The first time I ever saw him was out on our balcony, draining the life out of Isobel."

Katherine grinned at his obvious discomfort. "How did you know where Damon was?"

"Isobel told me about Mystic Falls."

"Ah."

There was a question that had been bothering Alaric. "When did you meet Isobel?"

Katherine laughed. "Shortly after Damon turned her. I tracked her down." She shrugged. "Wondering about my family."

Alaric was fully aware that she was lying; it was hard to believe this woman was capable of caring about anything.

"I helped her a little. Gave her a necklace, talked to her a little about how our family was doing." She laughed. "There was no need to talk to her about feeding or anything like that."

"Why is that?"

Katherine smiled, obviously wanting him to ask that. "Damon apparently taught her all of that."

"What do you mean?"

"The night that he turned her – you know, after he fucked her on your bed." She laughed at the brief look of anger on his face. "You came home when she was unconscious and he took her out to the woods to finish her transformation. He showed her how to hunt, how to lure your prey, and how to either compel them to forget or suck them dry." She sighed dramatically. "He was so much more fun before he fell in love with my little replacement."

"Anyway," She continued. "After they had both fed, Damon told her that there wasn't any more little daylight rings and she said she could ask John, her old…boyfriend. Of course, being Damon, he didn't ask about it, he just let it go. He had told her very little about his past and who turned him." Katherine's smile was triumphant. "And by the end of the night she was riding him again until her old life was but a distant memory. Then he let her go. Then I found her. And the rest is history." She grinned at Alaric, who stood there motionless.

Katherine appeared in front of him, smiling. "What's wrong?" She mock-pouted. "Upset that Damon corrupted your sweet little Isobel?" She laughed. "You know, I actually think that was done by John first." She frowned. "Too bad the bastard lived. He was quite the annoyance."

She grinned and whispered in his ear. "Rick, what would you do if I told you all the dirty things I did with Isobel?" She giggled.

"What?"

Katherine laughed. "Wow, Isobel was right; you are oblivious." She sighed. "Well, I should probably get going."

"What? That's it? Why did you come here?"

"Why? Do you want more?" She grinned. "I just wanted to meet ya, Rick."

"Why?"

Katherine just grinned at him before disappearing.

A/N: So, what did you think of the lemon? HOW AWESOME WOULD IT BE IF ALARIC AND KATHERINE HAD A SCENE TOGETHER? Er…not a sex scene – that would be creepy. That would be like…Elena having sex with Alaric. It's just…*shudders* Anyway, (Matt Davis is VERY hot! :D) But I think that would be really cool if Alaric were to confront Katherine or something of the like. K…Bye bye. :D Thanks for reading!