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Summary: John Gilbert owes money to the notorious Damon Salvatore and Klaus Mikaelson. What happens when the only thing he has that is of any value is Elena? AU/AH

Rated: M

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, only the plot is mine.

Damon palmed Elena's cheeks returning her kiss with force as she backed them into their room. He vaguely heard the door shut but then, Elena pushed her breasts against his chest and all thoughts and cares about the door being shut flew from his mind. Hell, he thought, he wouldn't mind having a whole audience watch him claim her just so that they could all see that she was his.

The need for air became too much for Elena as she swiftly broke the kiss, inhaling gasping breaths. Damon's lips, however, continued to trail along her jaw. He took a quick nip there, eliciting a low mewl of pleasure from Elena, before trailing his kisses down the length of her neck. He was about to move lower, towards her breasts, when his hair was pulled and her lips were smashed against his. He moaned at her aggressiveness. He always thought she was like a kitten but now he realised that she was more like a tiger. Damon slowly pushed Elena towards the bed, his hands were on her hips to steady her and ensure that their lips stayed connected. He broke the kiss slowly, their lips a centimetre apart so that they were breathing each other's air.

"Are you sure you want me to be your first?" Damon whispered, moving to stand behind her as he trailed his hands along her sides.

"Yes, Damon. I want you." Elena said as goose bumps rose along the skin of her neck were his breath fanned over her. He placed a small kiss behind her ear, locating an erogenous zone she didn't even know she had. Damon's hands moved to her hair, releasing it from her hair tie so that it flowed down her shoulders and back. He slowly swept it to one side so he could lay open mouthed kisses along the length of her neck. Elena's heart thundered in her chest as Damon's hands made contact with the zipper on the back of her dress. He slowly pulled it down, his knuckles grazing her skin as it went. When the zip was pulled down fully, Elena wriggled her hips, allowing the dress to fall to the floor. She slowly stepped out of it, turning around to face the raven haired man. Damon stared at her in awe; she was absolutely breathtaking. She wore a strapless, black lacy bra with a front clasp. The bra made her breasts look tantalising as they spilled over the rim slightly and it boosted her already prominent cleavage. His eyes roamed along her toned stomach to her lacy thong, he had already snuck a look at her round derrière before she had turned around, and of course her long tanned legs. He realised he was staring when a flush of red covered her cheeks.

"Hey, there's no need to be embarrassed." He said softly, taking her in his arms. "You're perfect." He whispered into her lips before taking them in a drugging kiss.

"Mmm. You are entirely too over dressed." Elena murmured as her hands connected with his shirt clad chest.

"Do you want to do something about that?"

Damon's question went unanswered as Elena's hands immediately moved to push the jacket off his shoulders, not caring that the $500 dollar jacket was now lying in a heap on the floor. Her hands grappled with the buttons of his shirt, quickly undoing them. Damon shrugged his shirt off hastily and reached for Elena's hands. He placed them on his chest, moving one to where his heart was trying to beat out of his chest.

"That is what you do to me every time you're near me." He whispered leaning his forehead against hers.

Elena slowly moved her hands along his chest, feeling his muscles clench when her hands gently glided over them. Her hands faltered when they reached his belt but she fought back her insecurities, telling herself that she was with Damon. Damon; the one who had saved her from a nightmare she didn't even know she was living, the one who took care of her and the one who made her laugh when she didn't even want to smile. Her Damon. Her fingers slowly undid his belt removing it from the loops of his trousers before throwing it in the direction of the rest of their clothes. The pants were already hanging low on his hips and her hands moved to the button and zipper ready to remove them from his body. After the button and zipper were undone, she pushed the pants from his hips and watched as they fell to the floor.

"Oh my God!" She yelped, throwing her hand over her eyes. "You're naked!"

"Yeah, I go commando sometimes." Damon chuckled. "Elena, you wanted us to have sex so you're going to have to look at me at some point."

Elena slowly removed her hand from her eyes before scanning his body. Her eyes widened when they connected with his erection.

"You're huge." She exclaimed.

"I know." He smirked, but it quickly faded when he saw her worried expression. "What's wrong?"

"That," Elena said, pointing at his prominent arousal, "is going to really hurt, isn't it?"

"There will be a sharp jolt of pain at first but I'm going to prepare you beforehand so it's not as severe."

"Ok." Elena sighed, moving towards Damon. "Can I?" She question, gesturing towards his length. She gasped as Damon grabbed her outstretched hand and placed it on his arousal. Elena gripped it slightly, eliciting a groan from him, and slowly began to move her hand up and down, stroking him. She was surprised by how soft his skin was and couldn't help but smile as she heard the noises he was making. Damon grabbed her hand quickly, removing it from his cock before laying her on the bed.

"Did I do something wrong?" Elena questioned quietly.

"Actually, that was really good for a first timer but I want tonight to be about you." Elena was about to tell him that his pleasure was important to her too but his lips cut her off. She moaned into the kiss as his body draped over hers and his arousal lay on her stomach. His kisses moved down her neck when she felt something wet on her stomach. Her eyes looked down and realised that Damon's length was dripping pre-cum onto her stomach. She was about to comment on it when Damon's hands snaked to her bra clasp, releasing her breasts. She moaned loudly when his tongue flicked across one of her nipples causing it to pebble instantly. Damon's other hand quickly discarded her bra from the bed before massaging her other breast. His tongue snaked around her nipple, pulling it into his mouth so that he could suck on it. Elena felt like she was losing her mind as Damon's tongue worshiped first one nipple, then the other. Her fingers sunk into his hair, trying to hold his head to her chest and she could've sworn she felt him smirk against her left breast. She mewled in protest when his kisses moved away from her breasts and down her stomach. Damon dipped his tongue into her belly button, swirling it around, causing Elena to squirm and giggle.

"Damon, stop! That tickles." She laughed as he obeyed her, moving his lips back to her stomach. "Damon, I want you back here." Elena said, pointing to her breasts.

"Believe me, sweetheart, you'll love this a whole lot more." Damon smirked, letting his teeth scrape along the top of her thong, causing Elena's hips to jolt upwards. He latched his teeth onto her thong and slowly pulled it down her legs and off of her body. He quickly grabbed her ankles, forcing her legs to stop curling around her body.

"Don't try to cover yourself up. You're beautiful." He whispered as he placed a soft kiss on her right ankle. He watched as she closed her eyes with a soft sigh of pleasure as his kisses trailed up her calf. As he reached her knee, he took a quick nibble at the soft skin there, leaving behind a small hickey. His kisses soon became more urgent as he left open mouthed caresses along the inside of her thigh. He was just about to reach the juncture of her thighs when her body jerkily moved away from him. He looked up and caught her wide doe eyes.

"What's wrong?" He questioned as her cheeks became rosy.

"I just... I don't want you to do that." Elena explained.

"Elena, trust me. It will give you the utmost of pleasure. You do trust me, right?"

"Of course I do."

"Then let me do this, if you don't like it then I will never try to do it again. Okay?"

"Okay." Elena breathed, allowing Damon to pull her back to her previous position. He softly kissed her thighs before puling them over his shoulders, his fingers gently caressing the supple skin on the back of her thighs. He smiled as her eyes closed in pleasure at his gentle touch. His mouth moved to her centre, finding it already practically dripping wet from his attack on her breasts. He took a deep breath, allowing her sweet scent to wash over him before he gently flicked his tongue against her clit.

"Ohhhh!" Elena moaned as he switched between flattening his tongue along her clit and swirling circles on it with the tip of his tongue.

"Told you, you would like it." Damon smirked looking at her face which was scrunched up in pleasure.

"Get back to work." Elena moaned, her hand waving and gesturing towards her core.

"My pleasure." Damon purred before plunging his tongue into her folds. Elena screamed in satisfaction at the sudden intrusion as Damon groaned at her sweet taste. His tongue continued to dip into her core, in a thrusting motion that caused the tip of his nose to gently brush against her clit with each stroke of his tongue. His mouth moved to suck on her clit as his fingers inched into Elena's core, stretching her out. He moved his fingers in a scissor like motion and felt as her walls fluttered around his fingers. Knowing she was close, he curled his fingers so they hit her G-spot and sucked her clit, hard. Elena cried out with pleasure as she was thrown into oblivion.

"Elena, honey." Damon whispered, peppering her face with kisses.

"What happened?" Elena groaned pulling Damon's body onto her own.

"You passed out." He chuckled. "Guess you found la petit mort good then?"

"God, yes." Elena moaned. "I'm ready to feel all of you now." She said, spreading her legs so that she could cradle Damon's hips between her thighs. Damon kissed her softly before moving his hand between their bodies to grab his length. He manoeuvred his body on top of hers so that he would be able to enter her fully in one thrust. He moved forward gently, entering her inch by inch. He felt a little resistance as he came into contact with her maidenhead and looked into her eyes. She nodded her head slightly, persuading him to continue. He kissed her tenderly before thrusting his hips forward in one swift thrust. Damon apologised as she cried out against his lips. He placed kisses on her face, a whispered 'sorry' after each kiss. He stayed as still as possible trying not to hurt her.

"Maybe we should stop." Damon whispered into her neck.

"No, no, no!" Elena whimpered, wrapping her legs around his hips. "You actually feel really good." She admitted coyly. Damon's head shot up at her comment and he let out a small laugh as he saw her bashful expression.

"I love you." Damon sighed. They both froze when his words registered in their brains. Damon started to pull away when she stayed silent.

"I love you, too." Elena smiled as she grabbed his face and placed a long and lingering kiss to his lips. Damon wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her with him as he sat back on his calves. Elena wrapped her legs around his lower back and her arms around his shoulders so that their chests were pressed tightly together. Damon had never tried this position with a woman before as he thought it was altogether too intimate. However, with Elena he didn't want any space between them when they were joined intimately.

Damon chuckled slightly when he felt Elena wriggle her hips against him.

"Damon. Move!" Elena growled, pushing her heels into his ass.

"Oh, you don't like this position?" He questioned, innocently.

"You know what I mean."

"What do you mean exactly, Elena?"

"Make love to me." Elena pleaded, nipping at his ear.

"Gladly." Damon smirked, removing his length from her core before thrusting back into her slowly but with force.

Their hips rocked together as their hands travelled all over their lover's body. Elena's hands moved from his hair to his shoulders, her nails leaving crescent shapes along his back as he thrust into her.

"Harder." Elena breathed as she felt her release approaching.

"You *thrust* were made *thrust* for me*thrust*." Damon exclaimed, picking up his pace. His hands moved from Elena's cheeks to grab her hips so he could thrust into her with abandon.

Elena moaned as Damon's thrusts penetrated her core expertly, her breath increasing as her orgasm approached.

"Please, please, ple-" Elena's pleas were broken off by a scream when her orgasm took over. She shook convulsively as she came, which caused Damon to be thrown over the edge too. Damon buried his head into Elena's neck with a loud groan of pleasure as her core clenched around his shaft, milking him of his cum.

Damon slowly lay them down on the bed and pulled out from Elena's centre before collapsing on his back beside her.

"That was amazing." Elena murmured, turning to face him.

"Obviously not amazing enough, you are still able to form words."

"Damon what are you-" Elena's questioned was broken off by a moan as Damon swiftly entered her. "Wait!" Elena protested pushing at Damon's shoulders.

"What? Did I hurt you?"

"No." Elena explained, brushing his sweaty hair from his eyes. "We didn't use a condom and I'm not on the pill."

"So?"

"So, I could get pregnant."

"Not to sound repetitive but so?"

"You want us to have a baby?" Elena exclaimed with wide eyes.

"I wouldn't say no. I mean, I love you and you love me. We're a happy family."

"Did you just quote Barney the dinosaur?" Elena chuckled.

"What? It was a great show!"

"Damon Salvatore loves Barney."

"I love you more."

"I should hope so." Elena smirked. "But seriously, you don't mind if I get pregnant?"

"Nope. I know we're young but I never wanted to be an old parent. Actually, I don't think I ever wanted to be a parent before I met you."

"Don't you think it's too soon?"

"I think that we've barely known each other a week and we have got to a stage in our relationship where it takes most people months to get to. I think we were meant to be. I'm a fatalist." He smirked.

"So, we're trying for a baby?"

"Well, we're not trying per se. If we get pregnant, we get pregnant. In fact, if you're so ready for a baby I will not let you leave this bed until you're pregnant." He said as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Baby making does have a certain charm to it." Elena smirked as she wriggled her hips, reminding Damon that his length was still very much joined to her core.

"Oh it does. I mean were else would I hear you make sounds like this?" He questioned as he thrust into her, eliciting a long scream that faded into a low moan of pleasure.

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