Syn debated on the fantasy she wanted to show Damon but, in the end, opted for something simple. She needed to start off slow, to reel him in. And she was also so hot from earlier on that she didn't think she would last long enough to create a more complex scenario.

So, she padded into the living room, dropped the towel to the floor and gracefully sank down to the black leather couch. She hooked one leg over the armrest, baring her heated flesh to the cool air, which made her moan.

She started building the image in her head. She saw herself exactly as she was, skin slightly wet from her bath, glistening in the moonlight, hair pulled up on top of her head loosely, with tendrils escaping and sticking to her neck, her lips puffy and swollen from biting on them, her gaze sultry and passionate. However, her fantasy included one element that wasn't present in reality and that was Damon. He was sitting across from her, in the arm chair, more lounging than anything, with one arm hooked over the back of the chair, while the other rested on his thigh.

He was fully dressed but she could see the outline of his erection through his jeans. He watched her intently as she brought her hands up, pinching her nipples. Syn groaned. Fuck, having him watch her was such a turn on, even if it was just a fantasy.


Damon was trying desperately to fall asleep. He tossed and turned in his bed, yet his body refused to shut down. So, he turned on his back and began thinking of Elena and how much she meant to him. He sometimes wished he was more like his brother because maybe then Elena would have liked him more. Maybe she would have chosen him.

He thought of his brother. He loved Stefan, even when he was trying to make his life miserable, and he would save Stefan. He would help him, even if it meant he'd never have a chance with Elena. In the end, family was more important than anything else. And he certainly didn't want to get the girl by default.

He thought of Elena and how innocent she would be in bed. She needed someone to be sweet, gentle and soft with her and he could do that. For her, he'd do anything, including setting aside his own needs and desires. When he thought of her, he saw and angel who was pure and needed to be cherished. Anything kinkier than the missionary position would probably scare the crap out of her. But he could do that. For her, he could do anything.

Speak for yourself, his traitorous inner voice said. Shut up, he growled. He refocused on the image of Elena in bed and how he'd gently drive into her and watch as her eyes widened in wonder. His cock had started to manifest a little interest in the direction of his thoughts when another image overrode what was in his mind and his body was flooded with lust.

A woman sat on a black leather couch, naked, her skin wet and across from her sat a man, who was fully dressed. He gasped when he realized the people in this fantasy were none other than him and Syn. Fuck, he tried to change the direction of the fantasy, to replace Syn with Elena, but it just didn't work. It was as if it wasn't his fantasy. He refused to dwell on the notion that his fantasy of Syn was what had made him come earlier.

He watched as the woman slowly trailer her hands down her chest, until she reached her nipples and pinched, hard. She moaned, her hooded gaze raking over Damon, her tongue peaking out to lick her lips, to moisten them.

"Touch your clit," he heard himself say huskily. Her lips curled up into that wicked smile that made his cock salute and he watched as she trailed a finger down her body until she reached that little nub of flesh between her legs. Her head fell back as she began to gently massage herself.

"Damon, that feels so good," she whispered and his cock jerked.

Damon sat up in bed, his hands shaking with arousal. He threw the sheet off himself and grabbed hold of his erection tightly. He couldn't control the lust anymore, it was pounding away at his brain, trying to breach through walls he had erected to keep himself sane. It was eating him up, cell by cell, setting him on fire, making him ache and yearn for something he could never have. He allowed himself to fall back into the fantasy that was playing out in his head.

"That's it baby. You look so fucking hot," he heard himself saying as he watched Syn massage her clit with her thumb while she used a finger to fuck herself. Her hips were moving fractionally.

"Add another finger," he whispered and Syn complied, groaning loudly, pumping her fingers faster and harder. "Slow down, baby. We don't want this to be over too soon, do we?" he murmured as he traced the outline of his cock with a finger through his jeans. Even that light touch had him close to blowing his load as he watched her get off.

Syn complied, slowing down her movements but looked at him with that hooded gaze that melted his insides. "I want to see your cock," she moaned. Damon gasped in the fantasy and in reality, his cock throbbing with the need for release.

"What the lady wants, the lady gets," he heard himself growl as he undid the buttons on his jeans, freeing his cock from its denim prison.

"Fuck, baby, I love your cock," Syn moaned and Damon groaned. "Touch yourself," she whispered. "Fist yourself and make yourself come for me." Her words had him so close to the edge he was afraid he'd blow the top of his head off. He complied, his hand beginning to work his shaft as she watched her getting herself off.

Her hips were undulating faster, her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen and red from where she had been biting them. Her chest heaved and he watched the rise and fall of her breasts with complete fascination. "Add another finger," he said urgently, knowing he couldn't last much longer, not with this view.

When she complied, she moaned loudly. "Shit, this feels so good," whimpered, her hips lifting off the couch as she pumped her fingers inside herself. Her gaze had never left his cock, though, which he found hot as fuck.

"I'm so close, baby, so close. I want to watch you come," he moaned as he felt his balls draw up, ready to release his seed when he exploded.

"I want you in my mouth. I want to know what you taste like," she breathed out. Her words served to inflame him even further and he knew he couldn't hold out any longer.

At that moment, Syn arched her back, let out a gasp and groaned, "Damon, I'm coming! Fuck, it's so good. So good," she said with a soft whisper. Her orgasm triggered his own and he watched himself come in powerful jets all over his shirt.

Watching the scene playing out before him had turned him into a raving maniac. He was desperate for release and when Syn started coming, it was as if he felt her orgasm in his body. And then his own climax ripped through him, his cum shooting out, landing all over his chest and the sheets.

He turned on his side and wondered what the hell had just happened. He felt drained but oddly at peace. He yawned and sank into a deep sleep.


Syn stood, trying to stop the trembling of her legs. That had been one powerful orgasm. And that's just from thinking about him. Together, she knew they'd set the sheets on fire. Hell, they'd set everything on fire. She wasn't one for tradition when it came to sex. In fact, she liked hers with a heavy dose of kink and she suspected Damon did too, even if he was trying to be someone else for Elena.

Well, she shrugged, he could fool himself only for so long. If he thought he'd be happy with a teenage girl in a vanilla relationship, he was seriously delusional. However, she knew it was something he had to figure out on his own. Telling him wouldn't work. He had to realize it himself and the best way for her to do that was to show him what it could be like.

A few hours later she received a call from Elena asking her to go over to Ric's apartment because they had something to show her. Apparently, they needed her input on something.

She knew Damon was there – she had heard him in the background - and she had dressed accordingly. Hot verging on slutty but not too slutty, she thought with a grin. Faded jeans with tears in all the right places, including under her ass, allowing her to flash some skin every now and then, topped her favorite pair of stilettos. A black dress shirt with the sleeves torn covered the top half of her. She had tied it just under her breasts, showing off her rock-hard abs and the belly button ring that seemed to wink at everyone in the sunshine. Her hair hung loose down her back, while she sported a feather earring that reached her shoulder on one side and a titanium dagger on the other side. She had lots of black and silver titanium bracelets on both wrists that jingled when she moved.

Since it was a warm day out, she decided to ride over on her bike. She liked feeling the wind in her hair and the sun warming her skin. When she reached the building, she parked and made her way up the stairs. She took a deep breath and knocked.

"It's open," she heard Ric hollering and grinned. When she pushed the door open, the first thing she saw was Damon, and desire hit her like a freight train. She felt herself grow wet and tried to control her breathing. Focus, Syn. Focus.

He was play-fighting with Elena. Presumably trying to teach her how to defend herself. Unfortunately, it seemed she kind of sucked at it. "Hi, guys," she said, her voice husky.

Damon turned to greet her and he felt his jaw drop and his cock rise to attention. "Hi, Syn," he heard Elena say. He couldn't utter a word. He was afraid if he opened his mouth he'd say something that would be wholly inappropriate, like "hi, let's fuck." He was sure that would go across really well.

"Hey Syn. Wanna come over here and look at these?" he heard Ric say, who was still obviously engrossed in the photos.

Then he felt the sting of a stake penetrating his skin. "Ow!" he shouted, looking down to see that Elena had managed to stick the stake in his shoulder.

"Sorry," she said, looking chagrined. Ric started laughing when he saw Elena had actually managed to get Damon but started to choke when he took a better look at Syn, who was strolling towards him, her hips swaying seductively. So, that's how Damon got staked. Syn could distract the dead. He sniggered at his own pun.

When she came up to the table and leaned over, he tried not to swallow his tongue. When her arm brushed his, he gritted his teeth. When he heard a low growl coming from behind him, he grinned and leaned in closer to her. Syn seemed to take no notice of the noise, so he started to explain what they had figured out about the Originals, which wasn't much.

They had discovered that werewolves had been around in the area for much longer than anyone suspected and the Originals had actually been among the original settlers of the area, hundreds of years before any of the members of the founding families had been born. And that Michael, the vampire-killer, who they were hoping could kill Klaus, was actually the father of the Original family.

"Look at this one," Syn said as she reached over to pick up a photo, her breast accidentally brushing against Ric's arm. It was completely non-sexual. There was no intention or purpose behind the movement. He knew that but still, his hands fisted as the area tingled. Damn, the woman would affect anything male, even a damn toad, he was certain of it. Another growl sounded from behind him.

Honestly, though, to see Damon so wound up about a woman was so worth it. He wondered what the vampire would do if he leaned over and gave her a kiss. Probably kill him. He wasn't quite that brave. But he'd definitely like to attempt the experiment at some point. Preferably in a way that didn't involve him dying.

"If the symbol of the necklace represents the Original witch, then this set of symbols seems to suggest that the hybrid killed the Original witch," Syn said, studying the photographs in front of her.

"That's interesting. In other words, Klaus killed the Original witch. I guess it would make sense since she was the one who curse him, but that doesn't help us much," he said with a sigh. "We need to find a way to kill Klaus."

"Why kill him? After all, he's not interested in killing Elena anymore."

"You mean besides the fact that he wants to build an army of hybrids and do the whole clichéd world domination thing?" Ric asked sarcastically. Syn laughed.

"Basically, yeah," she said.

"Because it's the only way to break the compulsion he put on Stefan. It's the only way I can get Stefan back," Elena said, grunting as she tried to attack Damon, failing miserably, of course.

"No, it's not," Syn said quietly, but Elena hadn't noticed so she decided to drop the subject for now.

"That was sloppy," Damon admonished.

"Hey, I'm new at this," Elena said indignantly.

"Not much of an excuse," Syn said to her. "You think a vampire's going to let you go because you're new at this?"

"But I am. And he's so much stronger and faster than me. What chance do I have?" Elena whined.

"Ric does just fine," Syn pointed out.

"Yeah, but –"

"First of all, you're going about it all wrong. You're trying to use speed and brute force, instead of using your head. You can never match up to them in speed and strength, but you can outwit them and that will give you the edge you need," Syn said with a shrug. She was about to turn back to the table of photos.

"What do you mean?"

"I'll show you," Syn said as she moved to take Elena's position in front of Damon.

"How's that going to help? You must be just as strong as they are," Elena said with a pout.

"True, but I can reign it in and fight like a human," she explained. "So, the first thing you need to do is to learn to control your fear, your natural instinct to panic. If you panic, then you're dead. If you let fear take control of you, your dead. You need a clear head to do what needs to be done."

"But what if I can't help it?" Elena asked.

"Simple, you die. The instant fear clouds your judgment, you will start screaming, scrabbling to loosen his hold around your throat while he drains you," Syn explained calmly.

Elena swallowed hard at the image that was very unpleasant. "What should I do instead?"

"Instead of panicking, you drop the stake you have hidden in your sleeve into your palm. Then you position it behind you and push up and left, or right, depending on the angle. Even if it doesn't penetrate his heart right away, he will let you go from the pain. If you're lucky, he'll drop to his knees, but even if he doesn't, you need to be ready with another stake to finish him. You'll need to forget your own pain, set it aside until he's lying cold and grey at your feet."

"Okay," Elena said with a gulp.

"How would you deal with a frontal attack?" Ric asked, now extremely curious. Skilled fighter, powerful beyond imagination, sexy as sin, funny and now a head for strategy. The woman was perfect, he thought with a sigh. Damon was lucky as hell. He only hoped the vampire figured it out before it was too late.

"Actually, I'd avoid it as much as possible. But if it were unavoidable then you need to remember that most vampires like to see the fear in their victims' eyes, so they'll stop to talk, trying to scare you even more. This is an advantage for you but you need to be able to distract him, so you can stake him. Of course, the best approach would be from a distance. Shoot some vervain darts into him then stake him in the chest when he's down." Syn said with a shrug.

"Will you show us some moves?" Ric asked and Elena nodded in agreement.

"I don't mind. What about you Damon?" she asked.

Damon blew out a long breath. He didn't know if this was such a good idea. He was on the razor's edge between lust so powerful it rattled his entire being and a rage he hadn't felt in forever. He was afraid that a fight would only drive him further over the edge and he'd end up hurting someone. He looked at Syn, trying to focus on her face. Seeing her standing next to Ric had affected him in a way he hadn't anticipated and was having a hard time accepting. He had felt the urge to bodily move her away from Ric. Even better, throw her over his shoulder, march her to the nearest bed and fuck and mark her until she and everyone else knew that she belonged to him.

Shit, this was not good. He didn't want her. He couldn't want her. Fine, maybe for a fuck, because he had not doubt that it would be great with her. But for more? Definitely not. He loved Elena. Sweet, defenseless Elena, who he could break so easily. Damn it, what was wrong with him?

"Damon?" he heard Syn say again and his cock stood to attention as if she'd just asked him to fuck her not fight her. He was so screwed.

He shook his head, to clear his thoughts and looked at her feet. "In those shoes?" he asked skeptically.

Syn just grinned. "Don't you worry about my footwear. I can still kick your ass," she said smirking at him. "And remember, a pair of stilettos can make a powerful weapon," she said to Elena who nodded in understanding. "So, you ready? Or are you going to chicken out?"

"Sure, I'm ready. Let's dance," he said with a smirk.

"What I'm going to show you now is known as Kali. It's a form of martial arts from the Philippines that teaches you how to attack effectively with and without weapons and how to move fluidly from one to the other," Syn explained, as she balanced on the balls of her feet, her body relaxed yet ready to spring into action. She watched Damon's every move carefully. He was circling her, much like a vampire would do to try and intimidate the prey.

However, she didn't let him slide behind her. She turned with him, making sure she kept them face to face. She saw his muscles tense, realizing that he was getting ready to rush her, so she dropped to the ground, extending a leg out and swinging it in an arc towards where he had been standing earlier. In the first ungraceful move Elena and Ric had scene from Damon, he fell to the ground, flat on his face. Syn was already straddling him, a stake at the ready, pointing upwards, positioned just under his rib cage.

Damon groaned. Fuck, she felt good straddling him. Yeah, she had knocked him on his face, but it was worth it just to feel her sitting on him. Only problem was that he wasn't sure how the hell we was going to get up without anyone noticing the massive erection trying to break out of his jeans.

"That was amazing," Elena breathed. "But I can't move that fast," she said wistfully.

"You can learn to," Syn said. "I wasn't using all my strength or speed. It's simply the way Kali teaches you to move. I highly recommend it," she said with a grin. Moments later, Syn realized she was still sitting on Damon and he hadn't moved either.

"Do you need a hand?" Elena asked, watching them strangely.

"No, I'm fine, thanks," Syn said as she jumped to her feet. Damon really felt like answering yes but it wasn't the type of hand Elena was offering. She'd probably slap him on the arm and berate him if he even joked about it. Or run away screaming in horror.

Damon got to his feet, a smirk planted firmly on his face. If anyone wanted to look, he really couldn't care less. He really was turning into a sap. Since when did he worry about propriety?

Elena's eyes widened and her cheeks reddened, clearly embarrassed. Of course, she had looked in the first place, Damon thought with a smug grin. Was that a little bit of desire he saw, as her tongue came out to lick her lips? Did interest suddenly flare up in her eyes? Was she breathing harder? Maybe, just maybe he could have her, even if just for a little while.

Then his gaze was drawn by a movement just to the left of Elena and what he saw made him want to explode. Only his stellar control stopped his face from vamping out completely. Syn's perfect ass encased in those jeans was wiggling at him as she and Ric leaned over the table, propped on their elbows, discussing something or other. Not only were they much too close to each other but Ric was staring down her shirt. Damon growled, for the third time. Fuck, he was turning into a caveman.

Elena watched him, surprise clear on her face. "Come on, let's see if they figured anything out," he said, trying to keep himself under control. She nodded and rounded the table, while Damon stood just behind Syn. "Discovered anything interesting?" he asked and, as he hoped, the two jumped apart. He didn't think he had been obvious at all when he positioned himself between Ric and Syn.