AN: I have something to confess... I am finding it extremely hard to write DElena since the penultimate TVD season episode. I don't know if I am disappointed, if I have given up, if my muse is dead or what else... So I have been hovering between giving up on the whole thing altogether or taking the summer off because forcing my writing hard is spinning out slightly bipolar stories. I'll make sure my profile warns you n what's going on.

This chapter and the next one have been re-written ad nauseum... The reason being because I felt disconcerted with the way they came out. This is my third or fourth attempt at writing guy on guy action, and about my sixth attempt at writing anal intercourse, all things I know nothing about, hence the difficulty. I can't stop where the story leads me, but when it takes you to places where you have no practical knowledge and your own blushing morals fight you, well..., it's exhausting. So I hope I managed to create something worth your time. Xoxo

The morning brought Damon out of the most pleasant dream where he and Elena were enjoying a picnic and laughter in a green patch of grass by a sparkling river under a kind sun. Damon leaned down and planted a sweet kiss against Elena's inviting lips that quickly turned into a lot more. Soon they were devouring each other's mouths as their bodies collided and rolled on the grass unaware that the weather turned to send a warm summer shower to descend upon them. Elena's delighted laughter echoed in the rain, her sundress soaking, revealing her contours as Damon laughed and kissed her with glee. The sound of the rolling clouds and thunder had woken him up, but his body remained firmly in the mood of the dream.

A devilish smirk spread on Damon's face when he noticed the real Elena, looking adorable in her sleep, curled up against him. Damon moved her hair away from her face and started running his thumb over her rosy lips. Elena pouted a little feeling the disturbance of her rest, making Damon chuckle quietly as he pulled the sheets down to reveal more of her glorious naked body. He sucked his fingers wet before rubbing them over an exposed nipple. Her body's reaction was instant and Elena's nipple pebbled from the contact and from Damon's ensuing caresses. Elena let out a muffled groan against his shoulder, seeming to wrap her body more tightly around Damon. He wasted no time running his hand down her back and following the curve to where her raised leg had left her exposed. Damon ran a lazy finger over her slit and matched Elena's shiver when he found it so wet. His dream hard on was intensified by that knowledge, but a pang of jealousy also tugged at his heart. He hoped that Elena's wetness was as a result of dreaming of him, but he could not be sure, he could never be sure. Damon shook the disrupting thought away and concentrated on teasing Elena. With a trademark smirk he moved to his side and sank lower alongside Elena's body, plunging under the covers to find his favorite hidden treasure. When he scooted low enough to reach the apex of her tights, Damon moved Elena's leg over his shoulder and descended eagerly onto her core. His mouth immediately located her nub and sucked it with gusto. Damon felt Elena tremble as his talented tongue attacked her folds, her hands tangling possessively on his silky hair and pulling him closer.

"Oh God Damon…" – he heard Elena moan above the covers making him chuckle, provoking more moans from his lover.

"D-don't stop" – she breathed sleepily writhing around him as the pleasure ran through her body like burning fire.

Encouraged, Damon made full use of his skilled mouth, licking trails around her sex, nipping and pleasing her clit, plunging his tongue teasingly at her wet entrance.

Elena trashed around in the bed, overwhelmed by being woken up this way. Her sleepy state of mind seemed to have done away with her ability to control her body, making all sensations intense and overpowering. She was swept up in a current of pleasure, nearing the crush of the wave of a deafening orgasm. When Damon's teeth sharply nipped at her clit only to soothe it with his velvety tongue, Elena let out a strangled cry and went over the proverbial edge. Damon kept the pressure on her nub until she finished riding her "good morning" orgasm. Once Elena's body calmed Damon came up from under the covers looking like the cat that got the cream. Elena looked at him with a lazy satisfied smile and loving hooded eyes.

"Hi…" – she whispered, biting her lower lip and smiling coyly.

"Hi yourself." – he replied wriggling his eye brows –"I could get used to waking up like this."

"Hmmm, so could I." – she purred.

"So could I." – Stefan's voice interjected making Elena's eyes bulge and Damon's neck snap in his direction.

"What the fuck?" – Damon barked looking from Elena to Stefan to Elena and catching the slightly guilty look in her face –"Elena?" – he asked in half warning, half accusation.

"Hmmm?"

"Elena, care to tell me what Saint Stefan is doing in bed with us?"

"H-he was sad" – she said in a very small voice and Damon looked at her like she had gone mad.

"True. I was." – Stefan replied nonchalantly gazing at the ceiling.

"I wasn't talking to you baby bro." – Damon spat in his direction.

"Calm down Damon, is no biggie!" – Stefan said with a frown as he turned on his side to better look at the couple. He had to chuckle at Elena's expression. The girl looked like she was holding a motion activated bomb during an earth wake –"You are making "our girlfriend" nervous." – Stefan pointed out, even making quotes in the air.

"She is mine, not ours and definitely not yours." – Damon said between gritted teeth.

Elena placed the palm of her hand pleadingly on Damon's chest, trying to placate the ire in his words and to get his attention. Damon turned to her and cocked his head.

"What?" – he asked angrily.

"No need to get into a pissing contest and mark your territory Damon." – she said in that tone that implied "you better behave or else".

"Oh, so now I am the bad guy?" - he hissed incredulous.

Elena smiled a little thinking how his bad boy antics were an integral part of his mystique.

"No." - she said firmly - "You are my guy and I am your girl. No need for you to go all cave man and club Stefan to death with possessive words." – she couldn't help smirk a little whilst trying to hold back her giggles.

Damon's eye brows rose with incredulity, but the whole thing was so ridiculous that he himself was fighting the need to chuckle.

"To "Club Stefan to death with possessive words", now that paints a picture Elena!"

A mischievous giggle escaped her lips and Damon's chuckles weren't far behind. He bent down and placed his forehead against hers.

"You drive me insane woman…Three words from you and I am whipped into shape…so much for being a cave man." – he beamed at her and she returned the feeling with an adoring kiss.

Before things got too heated, Damon remembered the third wheel in bed with them and lifted his head to gaze at his brother.

"What does it take for you to take a hint brother?" – Damon gave him a tight smile.

"I don't want to go anywhere..." – Stefan replied in a dejected tone making Damon huff impatiently –"I was hoping…"

"You where hoping…?"– Damon asked as both he and Elena turned to stare at Stefan with confused expressions –"Hoping for what?"

Stefan kept looking down at the sheets, unable to look at either of them. Not being able to put into words what he wanted, he raised his eyes to the same level as Elena's. Keeping himself anchored to her reactions, Stefan stretched his arm and let the back on his hand gently caress Damon's bicep. Elena's eyes betrayed lust at the simple gesture and Stefan knew that at least she was on his side. Encouraged he raised his eyes to meet Damon's and for the life of him couldn't decipher the expression on his brother's face.

"Seriously?" – Damon asked wearily –"This again?"

"I'm sorry if I am making you uncomfortable…but I can't help the way I feel…and you said you would help…"

Damon sighed deeply and rolled his eyes, finally moving from his position on top of Elena to sit to the side of her and recline against the headboard.

"I did help you yesterday Stefan."- Damon ran a tired hand over his face – "I let you…go with your urges. Can't that be enough?"

Elena looked from one brother to the other, trying to make herself small so she wouldn't interfere in their franc dialogue.

"I'm sorry…but it's not enough… not yet at least…" - Stefan murmured apologetically.

"What exactly are you saying Stefan?" – Damon pushed himself off the headboard to look at his brother fully –"Or more exactly, what are you asking for here?"

"I…" – Stefan ran a nervous hand through his hair – "I want to try what Alaric did to you…" – he said blushing furiously.

Elena let out a little gasp and Damon shot her a quick warning look.

"Excuse me?" – Damon asked his brother a little irritated –"You are asking me to what? To let you fuck me?"

"Hmm" – Stefan swallowed hard – "No, not exactly…" – he said blushing a bit more strongly –"I was asking you...to do me…"

Damon ran a hand down his face, struggling to keep calm.

"And why would I do that?" – Damon looked at Stefan bewildered –"And why the fuck don't you just ask Ric?"

"B-b-because maybe it would help me stop obsessing about you… And... and because with you I wouldn't be so afraid to try… and because…" – he took another deep breath-"I- I think that Elena likes the idea."

One look at Elena and Damon knew that Stefan was right at least on the last point. Elena was blushing furiously and looking anywhere but in his direction. Damon couldn't resist rolling his eyes.

"How do I know it won't make you even more obsessed? I'm told I can be very addictive" – Damon quipped trying to ease the tension and was recompensed by a nervous giggle from Elena.

"You don't. We will deal with that then…"– Stefan pouted making Damon roll his eyes –"…you said you would help." – Stefan pleaded.

"And I can't convince you to get it on with Alaric?"

Stefan bit his lower lip nervously.

"He's…he's a bit big Damon…"

Damon chuckled at his brother acting like a blushing vestal whilst asking him to be fucked.

"He is quite the beast." –Damon smiled conspiratorially, easing the tension in the room and receiving relieved smiles from Stefan and Elena.

"Maybe we should think about it over breakfast." – he said pensively.

"No." – Stefan said without thinking.

"No?" – Damon glared at him –"You are in earnest…"

"If we think of this too much we'll never do it Damon."

"Stefan is right Damon." – Elena said quietly –"If we sit too long on top of this it isn't going to happen."

"So what? We just say "let the music start" and we all get in the mood?" – he looked from Stefan to Elena –"Well, I got news for you two." – Damon narrowed his eyes – "It's early in the morning and although I am hangover I am not drunk. So how exactly do you two propose I get in the mood to fuck my brother?" – he spat.

Elena's was taken aback for a second before her mouth curved into a diabolic smile and her eyes met Stefan's, then Damon's. Damon looked at her wearily, anger evaporating into defeat. If Elena wanted this, then he knew it was as good as done. Damon knew full well he had never been able to deny Elena anything.

"I have an idea." – she purred, grazing her nail down Damon's chest and making his heart flutter – "Wait right here lover."

Ok, the next chapter will be up very soon. Please let know your thoughts. It really helps! A special thanks to darkkissesful and kaybaby1127 for their supportive words without which this chapter would not, could not have been published!