Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries, the characters or the stories. I don't own the songs that inspire me, nor do I own the songs Elena likes to shake her ass to.
"Are you sure about this Elena?" Cautious, Damon took a step forward, putting one arm on Elena's shoulder. He was holding her phone in his other hand, clutching it with white knuckles. His eyes were searching for a catch, unable to trust the situation. He was an emotionally vulnerable wreck. The magnetism grew with every nanometer closer he got to her, and even now he could barely resist her.
"Yes, Damon, " Elena paused, taking a deep breath, meant to steady her. Instead, her senses were overwhelmed with the cedar musk that surrounded Damon, always mixed with bourbon and laced with tobacco. She was completely ruined. She wanted to finish this now more than ever, but her mind wanted her to be on him- touching him, drinking him. Blinking hard, she swallowed down her thoughts and continued.
"I am completely sure that this is what I want." She held out her hand, palm up.
"Alright then. It's settled." Eyes blank, in dissociative shock, he plopped her phone down in her hand, stumbling back and robotically going to the liquor cabinet to pour himself a drink. He couldn't believe what was happening- it was completely surreal. This had to be some kind of trick, he was sure of it- until his heightened hearing heard a single button-click of a cell phone from across the room. If he was still in possession of a beating heart, it would have just stopped. Putting down his drink gently onto the marble counter, his eyes grew wide and his pupils dilated. This was really happening. He listened as her high heels slowly and methodically clicked against the concrete floor as she walked toward the kitchen. He heard her quietly put her phone on the counter, and now he could feel her breath, just a foot away.
"I did it. It's over"
Her phone screen was still on, showing a text conversation, the last message sent just seconds ago.
It's over Stefan. I can't do this anymore.
The next morning
The door flew open, creaking on its hinges.
"Bonnie, we need to talk." Caroline barged in, the black veins under her eyes showing through her usually flawless skin, a side effect of her rage.
"Caroline what's wrong." Bonnie said as a more of a statement than a question,. "Is it something with Klaus… " Bonnie was used to this type of drama, but she wasn't used to seeing Caroline lose her composure like this.
"I'm ok, but you know who's not ok? Stefan." She stomped up to Bonnie's room, found an old backpack, and started shoving some of Bonnie's clothes inside. Bonnie followed after her.
"Caroline, what are you doing? You haven't told me what happened. Wait, why are you packing a bag for me? Is someone coming after us?"
"No time to explain. You're coming with m- AAAHHHHG" Caroline dropped to the floor, clutching her head. Bonnie was standing in the doorway of her room, hand outstretched and face demanding respect.
"Care, you know I don't like to do that, but you need to answer my questions. What happened. What is wrong with Stefan. Answers- go"
Caroline answered in a weak voice.
"Elena. She broke up with Stefan. She broke up with Stefan via… text message"
"No, that's ridiculous, Elena would never do that." Bonnie's face turned into a grim, wide eyed, worried expression.
"Exactly. But Stefan is devastated, and even though he thinks that something is wrong, part of him still believes this is for real. I'm afraid he's going to go full ripper on us, so I temporarily vervained him in the basement cellar of the boarding house, just to be safe."
Caroline was back on her feet now, smoothing the skirt of her floral dress. "Now, that leaves us, the non-ripper vampire and the badass-anything-is-possible witch to figure out what has happened to Elena. We know she never would have done this, so we have to figure out who the hell sent that text and what they've done to Elena. Now, we're setting up base camp at the boarding house. I gathered a bunch of Elena's things you can use for locator spells or whatever, but you have to bring anything you think you might need. This is an all hands on deck situation. I'll explain more once we get to the boarding house."
Last night
They were somewhere in Brooklyn- an old, dusty warehouse with half-busted, clouded glass windows. The metallic twang of an amplifier coming to life, a guitar just plugged in ripping feedback through the space. The music was just about to start, and every inch of the space was packed with hipsters, buzzing with anticipation for the act to come.
Elena was a bit tired from a day packed to the brim with sightseeing, a new and unique form of punishment Damon formulated for her because she broke the rules. She didn't realize that beneath the thin, egg-shell layer of douchebag antics, Damon really was trying to get her to have a good time, and she had been doing a terrible job of pretending that she was grumpy and miserable the whole time. She walked so much that her feet were aching, and she would do anything for just a taste of vampire blood to heal her blisters and give her energy, but the four shots of espresso she had before coming to the concert would just have to do. It made no sense- her brain was suddenly jumping to the solution of Damon's blood for all sorts of unnecessary scenarios. Headaches, paper cuts, hangovers, blisters, all minor human inconveniences that could be healed by blood, but really they were all just ways to rationalize that she was thinking about his delicious blood near constantly. Her tongue was craving that sweet taste- like mulled wine, heavily spiced and intoxicatingly rich. With every painful step of her blister-covered feet in her high-heeled boots, the craving for him intensified, the lust almost causing her physical pain. It was hard enough, the thoughts of him clouding her mind, but the way he looked alone could have killed her.
Damon never dressed quite like this in Mystic Falls. He was wearing a tight pair of black skinny jeans and a pale blue v-neck, the same color of his eyes. He paired it with a slightly worn pair of white converse sneakers. Elena thought that hell would have frozen over before Damon Salvatore wore sneakers, but the chill, sexy hipster energy the outfit threw off was undeniably still Damon. The traditional badass vampire look, clad in all-black and leather was replaced with something that would make any Coachella-going millennial weak. His powers of seduction were clearly less one-trick-pony than Elena had assumed. Elena had this cool girl vibe perfected as well. Her usual candy-colored v-necks and jeans were replaced with a pair of grey, high-heeled ankle boots, black thigh-high socks, and a short, dark green two piece dress. The skirt emphasized her tiny, hourglass waist, and the crop-top was skin tight and sleeveless, exposing a few inches of her upper stomach. Damon laughed at her when she came out of her room in the outfit, jokes ranging from 'You got ripped off, they stole part of your dress' all to 'That outfit would have had you arrested for the majority of the time I've been alive'. With her vervain necklace hidden in the neckline of the dress, she could easily be mistaken for Katherine, so he insisted it looked good with the outfit even though it didn't match. She was still a knockout, weird necklace and all, and Damon could barely stop himself from ravaging her the second he saw her. But he wasn't going to let her break any rules tonight, mostly for his own sake.
"Ok, so here is how things are going to go, Elena. We split up, and you do your best to get lost in the crowd. Dance, scream, enjoy yourself, the choices are endless. " Damon reached in his back pocket, pulling out a flask and upending it, taking a generous swig. He licked a stray drop of whiskey off his lip, smirking at how the gesture made Elena's tiny, horny, human heart flutter. She was so much easier than she knew. He held out the flask to her, and she drank a bit too eagerly. Probably to try to forget about me. Damon's ego was painfully huge.
"Aren't you afraid of losing me? How will I find you when the show's over?" Elena squinted her eyes, clearly grumpy that he didn't want her to stick with him all night. Oh. That's right, no dancing. What a stupid rule. Her eyes rolled so hard that they threatened never to go back to normal. Her attempts to manipulate his weakness for protecting her were just bullets ricocheting off of steel. He was not falling for it this time.
"Come on Elena, I thought you were smarter than that." He leaned in, whispering in her ear. Her pulse throbbed just a centimeter below his lips. His fangs itched under his gums, dying to come out to have a taste. Resolving to just be satisfied with the sensuous scent of her, he took in a deep breath, savoring every complex note of her blood's aroma. "Even with the vapid cloud of perfume around you, I could smell your blood over a mile away. Trust me, I've tested it before." Leaning back to a normal distance, he raised his eyebrows suggestively, watching her squirm, her upper lip twitching in annoyance. The real cause of her squirming was how close he had just been to her neck, reminding her of how he drank from her at the club on the dance floor. Gathering her thoughts, she stepped in so their chests were only inches apart.
"Fine then. I'll see you after then. Enjoy the show …" She stepped to the side, trailing her finger on his collarbone, walking just a step past him. "I'm sure I'll find someone to enjoy it with." Jealousy coursed through his undead veins, which he channeled into cool obstinacy, accepting her challenge. Two could play at this game.
Damon wasn't sure at what point in the past 100 years it became okay to mix electronic music with rock, but if it got girls to shake their asses like this, he was all for it. Hypnotic, dream-like beats danced above what seemed to be some kind of folk-inspired guitars and dramatic lyrics. He found himself a few rows of people back from the front, just far enough away to be able to fly under the radar but still have fun. The source of his fun right now was a slender brunette who reminded him a little too much of Elena, save her sage-green eyes. She was swaying side to side in front of him, and his hands were wandering all over her. More than once he brushed her hair to the side, burrowing his mouth in the crook of her neck and drinking to his heart's desire. Even though he had compelled her to be into his biting, she didn't react in the same intoxicated, aroused way Elena did to being fed on. He hated how she had ruined part of feeding for him, like how having sex on ecstasy ruined sex for some poor, unfortunate humans. She was his ecstasy, but not being able to have more of her addictive blood was making him more ravenous than normal. Nothing satisfied him in the same way, but in a room of distracted, mostly high concert-goers, he at least had an ample supply of blood to cut down on his cravings. He was literally eating up all of the attention he was getting from the girls fawning over his good looks- and his killer dance moves.
Elena was floating around, mostly right in front of the stage. She danced with tons of guys, but never for more than half of a song. She was playing the crowd like a pro, leaving behind a wake of completely enamored men. Damon caught a glimpse of her when she accidentally ended up a few meters from him, swirling her hips against a tall, tanned blond. An animal-like energy started building up in his gut, and when she twirled around, their eyes locked and it felt like time completely stopped- and then she did it. She smirked at him. Yanking on her current toy's shirt, she pulled him into a deep kiss, keeping eye contact with Damon as she devoured the stranger's mouth. Damon compelled his brunette to forget him and tried his best to walk, not vampire speed, over to Elena. When he got close to her, she broke away from her rebellious kiss. She held out her arm, blocking Damon from getting any closer. She was getting very good at playing his game.
"Not so fast, you're not getting any closer. No dancing together, remember? Can't have people thinking you're taken." Elena was barely talking above a whisper, but she knew Damon could hear her over the music. The band announced that this next song was their last, causing the crowd to cheer in a bittersweet roar. She pouted her full, plush lips. "I guess I'll just have to find a place to dance where you can't be tempted to break our little agreement."
Completely leaving her blond friend high and dry, Elena confidently weaved through the crowd toward the stage, moving with an intense purpose. Employing some of her cheerleader skills, she easily hoisted herself up onto the stage, the crowd cheering her on. The guitarist eyed her up, liking what he saw, so he let her stay. Damon was starstruck- she didn't have to compel people to get what she wanted like Katherine did- her infectious personality was enough to get her anything. Elena danced back to back with the guitarist, sliding herself all over his body. She was embodying the Devil himself, up there taunting Damon. She was going completely wild, dancing by herself and shaking her hips to the beat. A huge reckless and carefree smile was plastered on her gorgeous face. Damon took back every quip he had made about her dress. The thin stripe of skin showing between the skirt and the top was just enough to drive his imagination wild, and she clearly wasn't wearing a bra under the tight top. The emerald color of the fabric is what really put the last nail in his coffin- she had to have known it was his favorite color. Leave it to Elena to find a way to make him love it even more, the gem-like color making her caramel skin glow under the bright and hazy concert lights.
Her skirt was swaying side to side with her hips, and as she twirled, Damon caught a glimpse of her lace underwear as the skirt fanned out. He didn't need to breathe at all, but right now he was breathing heavier than someone who just ran a marathon, his chest rising and falling- a predator ready to pounce. He loved her this way- he especially loved how he could tell she learned some of this behavior from him. He could barely control the urges he was having right now, and despite snacking on seven unaware girls during this concert, his fangs were dying to come out, starving for Elena and Elena alone. The beat of the last song started to fade out, and the band thanked the audience. As the cheers and clapping roared through the open space, the guitarist hooked Elena around the waist, pulling her into a raunchy, rockstar-groupie kiss. She kissed back eagerly, running her hand through his hair before breaking away and leaving the stage. Damon was lost. He didn't want to have the self-respect of not being with her while she was with Stefan. He didn't want to care, but this was still Elena, who already had too much power over him.
Elena had disappeared into the crowd, but he easily followed her scent to find her. He snuck up behind her, putting his hands around her waist and flipping her around. Goosebumps rose to attention on her skin just from the simple touch of his cool, strong hands. His finger lightly grazed the exposed skin above her skirt, and he could feel her body shudder and her pulse soar. She wanted this as much as he did. Her chocolate doe-eyes looked up at him, exposing everything she was feeling, and his face wasn't hiding any secrets either. They stood there silent, paused within crowd shuffling out of the venue to leave.
"You had every pair of eyes transfixed on you tonight, you know. I mean you had that band wrapped around your little doppelganger finger. You're lucky that nobody thought you were Kath-" His attempt to snarkily divert this tension was thwarted. She leaned in, putting a finger to his mouth, silencing him.
"No mentioning her, remember?" She delivered in a calm, quiet tone, her expression unchanging. Her subtle confidence and resolve boomed through him, almost knocking him back. She lifted her finger, leaving a burning sensation where her skin had met his lips. It took every ounce of resolve for him to not bite her, sucking her finger in his mouth before kissing her, her blood still on his lips. But he didn't do that. He couldn't give in. He had to keep playing his own game. Or at least try.
"Well, Elena- what are you going to do about it?" He cocked his head to the side, his cold breath tickling her cheek. "Are you going to… punish me?" He articulated every letter of the word, her heart racing. "Or are you satisfied with how you've been torturing me all night? How you torture me every day." He vampire sped her outside, so fast nobody could see. He needed more privacy, more quiet to try to ruin her resolve. Completely alone now, he ran his hands through her hair, nuzzling into her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent. He couldn't control himself, he had to touch her, but his gentle touches still were the product of intense restraint.
"I thought you said no touching." Elena's eyes fluttered closed, a moan like sigh escaping her lips. She was crumbling. Unconsciously, she tilted her head back, exposing her long, slender neck to him. His fangs were out, and somehow, Damon could hear her thoughts, as loud as a scream, begging him to drink. He barely processed how he could hear her, and she would never admit she felt the same, sensing his almost uncontrollable desire. She had never imagined Damon could have even a portion of this self-control.
"But you're asking me for this Elena. I can give you exactly what you want, what we know we both want. Screw the rules." She squirmed a bit away from him, and he was suddenly worried.
"No, you were right setting those rules. I can't keep playing around with people- not when I know exactly what I want. Not when I've finally admitted that to myself. Can we go home? I have some… things I have to take care of- some hard messages I have to send."
A few hours later…
"So that's it then." Damon pursed his lips, searching for affirmation in Elena's eyes. She took a cautious step forward.
"That's it. No more rules now, right?" She relaxed her shoulders, letting out a nervous breath.
"Nope." Damon popped the 'p'. He locked eyes with her, furrowing his brow pensively.
"So then... We can have as much fun as we want." Her eyes dropped to his lips, and she lunged forward, closing the short distance between them. Their mouths crashed together, and she suddenly found herself with her back against the brick wall, her legs wrapped around Damon's hip bones and tight core. This kiss was different than the one in the taxi, it wasn't rushed and impulsive. This was hungry, cathartic, searching, deliberate. There was no shame or guilt behind it, they were completely uninhibited. Her tongue explored every inch of his mouth, and she scraped it along his fangs, drawing out tiny pearls of her sweet blood. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, letting out a primal moan. In less time than a single blink, Elena found herself upstairs, in Damon's cathedral-like loft bedroom. She was face-up on the soft mattress, cheeks already flushed. She couldn't help but be a bit distracted by the space she was in. The entire ceiling was glass skylights, and moonlight filled the room. Damon rushed quickly to the wall, flicking on the lights- industrial globe bulbs hanging from the metal beams. He was standing at the foot of the bed instantly.
"I have to see you, completely in the light. I want to bask every inch of your statuesque body." He dropped to his knees with a thud. Elena heard the sound of ripping fabric followed by the sudden rush of cool air from being exposed. Damon ran his hands over her lace underwear, tracing his fingers along the edges. She shuddered at the light touch, a mischievous grin stretching across his face in response. He tugged at the hem of one of her thigh-high socks, trailing his tongue down the inside of her leg from thigh to ankle as he slowly pulled it off of her. Heightened vampire senses were a gift in moments like this- he could smell her arousal growing painfully. He tied the long thigh-high sock around her wrists, pulling hard enough to leave small bruises, leaving her squirming beneath him before following suit and teasing her other thigh.
Did she just… giggle when I tied her up. Fuck.
This was better than he ever could have imagined. As he pulled off her other sock, his mouth made its way back up her leg, leaving wet kisses and sucking bright hickeys behind. He paused for a moment at the top of her thigh- it deserved extra attention. He licked the area, drawing delicate shapes with his tongue and driving her completely wild. She bucked her hips up instinctively, starving for him. He paused, taking a moment to look up at her, taking in how gorgeous she was from this angle. Her breasts, still covered by her top, were rising and falling with her unsteady breath. Her hands were above her head, and her arched shoulders made her breasts stand out, as if they were screaming to be touched- but they would have to wait.
He nuzzled his face in between her legs, drinking in her aroma before turning back to her inner thigh. He hovered for a torment-inducing second above her skin before quickly biting down, causing her to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The second he began to drink, she moaned, her arousal growing even stronger. Still completely clothed, the tightness of the erection in his jeans was so intense it distracted him from savoring her blood. He pulled away and licked his lips, Elena transfixed on his every movement.
He wanted to give her a show, ruin her completely, so he unbuckled his belt slowly, dragging down the zipper in his pants tooth by tooth. Elena bit her lip. She had never seen anything so sexy in her life. She could see the v his hip bones made with his groin now, jutting out and demanding attention. He latched his thumbs into his waistband, pulling down his jeans and letting them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, putting him just an inch closer to her, and her breath hitched even from that tiny addition of closeness. She could see how hard he was now- his underwear barely containing him. He dropped back down to her, licking the blood dripping from her thigh and hovering his mouth above her underwear, damp with her want. He yanked the waistband and pulled them down gingerly all the way to her knees before giving into his temptation and just tearing them away. Staring face to face with her womanhood, he traced his finger on her folds and spread them wide. Her perfect labia were engorged with desire- desire for him. He ran his tongue from one side, up to her clit and down the other side, just grazing her clit enough to drive her wild. He aggressively pressed one hand on each of her thighs, spreading them as far as they would go, and he began to devour her. The flavor of her desire was almost as delicious as her blood, and with every flick of his tongue she grew wetter and wetter. She wanted him to put his fingers in her, to pleasure her from the inside, but she was going to have to wait. He wanted to make her come just from his mouth, keeping her eager for him to enter her once he was finished bringing her to completion. Her muscles began to tense underneath of his hands as he sucked gently on her bundle of nerves.
"Damon." she cried out his name. He looked up at her and smirked. He knew what she was missing- what would really bring her over the edge. He bit down on his wrist, drawing out blood and held his wrist to her mouth. She took a few long drinks before he pulled away and went back to eating her out. He could barely handle how absolutely lascivious she looked with his blood smeared on her lips, his erection twitching with desire. He moved his head between her legs, dividing his attention between licking her decadent folds and stimulating her clit. It only took a few moments before she started to quiver, and he knew what was coming next- rather, who was coming next. She let out an ear-piercing scream, his name echoing off of the glass ceiling as she called it out. He sank his tongue inside of her, hungry for every taste of her orgasm. Her walls pulsated around his tongue as he held down her thighs, twitching wildly underneath his grasp. When her body relaxed, he came back up, pushing her into the middle of the bed so she was no longer on the edge. He got on top of her, untying her wrists. She shot up, kissing him in gratitude and tasting herself- and her blood- on his tongue. She bit his lip, drinking in more of his whiskey-laced blood, conjuring a deep groan to rumble through his core. At this point, the mixture of sex and blood sharing completely intoxicated them, and linked them in every way possible. Their thoughts mixed in together, and they didn't even have to express what they wanted- they just knew.
Their clothes were completely gone. Elena straddled Damon, her entrance hovering just inches above his throbbing cock. There was no going back from this. She guided him into her and put her hands on his chest, lowering herself down his length. They both heaved in a deep breath, letting out a deep sigh at the contact. He gripped her hips as she began to move up and down his shaft, her perky breasts bouncing with each movement. She scraped her long, dark manicured nails down his chest, leaving deep red marks in their wake. Soon, she leaned over him, holding out her neck to him. He bit down drinking as she continued to pump herself over him. When he broke away, he quickly reached up to his own neck, scraping hard enough to draw blood. Elena drank as quickly as she could before the wound healed, licking circles around it to lap up the rest of the blood once it had closed. As she went back focusing her attention on her movements, she was suddenly flipped around onto all fours. Damon gripped her hips so hard that it broke the skin as he positioned himself to enter her again. From this position, his cock hit Elena in her most sensitive spot- her g-spot. She moaned with his first thrust, pushing herself back into him. They moved in complete synchronization. Damon released her hips to instead grip her by her long, chestnut hair. He could sense that she loved the pain he was dealing- everyone always treated her too gently. She reveled in this rough sex- she had never had anything like it before. He bit her on the shoulder blade, taking just enough blood to make her pulse soar. She was starting to grow dizzy as she approached her next orgasm, but this time, she wasn't coming alone. Damon thrust into her faster, pushing her chest down completely on the bed and holding her there. Her back was arched completely, the curve of her spine showing the beads of sweat from their lovemaking. Her walls began to tighten around him, and he growled as waves of pleasure began to rip through their bodies. He flipped them over so that they were face to face as they rode out the pleasure. They screamed each other's names as their bodies crashed together, hot and ravenous. As the pleasure tapered off, Elena's vision began to grow dark, her eyes taking in Damon's most devilish smirk yet before they drifted closed. She was incredibly dizzy. He leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"Sorry, I'm a bit of a heavy drinker." He bit is wrist and held it to her mouth. She drank eagerly.
"I need you better for the morning- there's more where this came from."