The lyrics are from the song Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge.

The story title is from the song by Linkin Park.

Rated M for language, sexual content, sensitive matter, and dark themes.

The next day they had travelled back to Mystic Falls. It was an awkward flight; Elena and Stefan were avoiding each other; Damon wasn't really talking to either of them (especially since Stefan kept giving him knowing looks whenever he caught his older brother limping after his encounter with Elena); Jeremy was scandalised by the fact that he had heard his sister and Damon having sex; Caroline was remembering just how loud it was to be around when the two of them were together; Alaric ended up in the seat next to Damon, and after awkwardly attempting conversation a few times, he gave up and tried to sleep.

Francis had opted to stay in England to clean up after their destruction, and after a surprisingly tearful goodbye from Elena, he promised to call and visit. He tried to say goodbye to Damon, but, considering that the latter had only experienced Francis as an opponent, it was a little strained to say the least.

Damon, Elena, Stefan, Caroline and Jeremy moved back into the boarding house upon their return, and Alaric went straight back to his home with Jenna. Although, given the extremely tense atmosphere around the Salvatore's and Elena, Jeremy spent a considerable amount of time with his aunt and uncle, and Caroline snuck into her mother's house while the woman was at work.

Stefan persisted in avoiding Damon and Elena both at first, but, seeing that the two still weren't talking beyond yelling at each other, he and Elena fell back into being friends.

Then he walked up and told her, thinking maybe it'd pass? And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance.

A couple of days after they'd returned, Caroline was in the kitchen of the boarding house when Damon stormed in, followed by an irate Elena. The blonde tried to flee, but every escape was blocked by the two fighting vampires in the room.

"… And I know exactly where you were last night. You were at The Grill, flirting with some trashy woman!"

Damon spun on his heel and glared at Elena. "And how do you know this? Did Matt tell you? Oh! Let me guess, your unnatural need for sex led you to fuck him too!" He said the last with fake enthusiasm.

"You know Damon, there's going to come a time when the whole 'sex with Stefan' thing isn't going to be a valid excuse for you being a dick anymore!" Damon's eyebrow rose, and she continued. "You agreed to turn me. Sure, it's a little ahead of schedule, but we're still stuck together for eternity. Suck it up!"

Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there. Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare.

Elena flung herself into a stool at the island, and Damon followed, sitting next to her. Caroline slid a glass of blood to her friend, but both vampires reached for it. Their hands touched, and they both froze, staring at each other. After a moment, Caroline threw her arms in the air in a huff.

"Great. Well, you two can tear the house down. I'm going to my mom's empty house where I don't have to listen to you guys have scary violent sex. TTYL bitches!"

As she attempted to stomp out of the room, she ran into Stefan.

"You should probably get out too. It's about to get loud and awkward in here."

Stefan looked past her curiously, saw Damon and Elena locked onto each other, and exhaled loudly.

"Oh hell…"

They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do? 'Cause there's always repercussions when you're dating in school.

When the room emptied, Damon grabbed Elena's wrist, twisting her arm behind her back and shoving her into the wall, pressing his front into her back.

"I'm trying to get some semblance of normalcy back into my life. And seeing as how you're still super-friendly with Stefan," he applied more pressure to her arm, "I think you should lay off!"

"Aw… Well if I started cutting Stefan out, then no one would be nice to me, since you're still acting like an asshole!"

She kicked back, connecting with his knee, and then turned and pushed him into the granite countertop. A crack snaked its way across the surface to the wall. Damon pushed back, blurring them into a wall by the stairs. "What, is Caroline still on edge around you? Fucking Stefan, seducing Caroline… Is no one safe?" he asked sarcastically.

Elena kicked him and he flew away from her, his lower back hitting the wooden railing and tearing it off. "I thought I made it clear that that wasn't funny!" she shouted, running after him.

But their lips met, and reservations started to pass, whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last.

She grabbed him by the collar and hauled him up against the wall, holding him there and crushing her lips to his. He snaked his hands up to grip her head, kissing back harder and harder until they both pulled back and spun. Elena pushed him backwards until his feet hit the stairs and he fell into them.

She straddled him, tearing the buttons off his shirt as she rushed to open it. Damon tried to shift, but she grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him again. The stairs cracked.

He ran his hands up and down her thighs, then lightly stroked the exposed skin between her shirt and her pants. He dipped a finger under the waistband and smiled.

"Someone's not wearing any underwear…"

Without a word she stood up and stepped out of her jeans. Then she stepped over him, naked from the waist down, and knelt over his face. He didn't need to be asked twice; he reached up to hold her and used his thumbs to spread her nether lips. Then he licked her, slowly, pulling her clit into his mouth and sucking, biting, flicking his tongue over it. She moaned loudly, and grabbed his hair, holding him in place as she rode his face.

He slid a single finger inside of her, and stroked her slowly, chuckling as she whimpered. The vibrations rocked through her, and she sank a little lower. He slid another finger in, still stroking slowly, and she growled.

"What did I say about teasing?"

"Mmmm… But it's so much fun!" She bit her lip, feeling his voice stimulate her bundle of nerves. "And you taste so good!"

She spread her legs wider in response, and he finally added a third finger, and sped up his thrusts, going deeper and harder each time. Elena pitched forward and gripped one of the stairs in both hands. Then Damon slid his tongue inside her as well.

"Oh God! Damon… Ohmigoddontstop!"

He pulled his face back and bit into the inside of her thigh. She lost it, and tremors wracked her body.

Either way he wanted her and this was bad; wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy!

As she recovered, Damon slide out from under her, reached an arm around her waist, and dragged her up the rest of the stairs. They slammed into the wall at the top, and Elena wrapped her legs around him. He leaned in close to her, while undoing his pants with one hand.

"I'm going to tear you apart little girl!" he hissed in her ear.

"Do your worst!" she hissed back, pushing his shirt off his shoulders as his pants hit the floor.

Damon growled; he wanted to destroy her, wanted to prove to her once again that he was stronger. He wanted to tie her up (again) and fuck her until she couldn't move, and then fuck her some more.

Elena hopped down from around his waist, and grabbed him by the shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. She dragged him up the rest of the stairs and into their bedroom. On the way, she reached down, and stroked him, making his legs shake.

"Aw, are you okay?" she teased.

That earned her a push, and when she hit the nearest post on the bed, it cracked and tilted, making the canopy look lopsided. Damon rushed forward and shoved her onto the bed. Without preamble, he drove into her. She arched her back and gasped at the intrusion, but thrust her hips up to meet his. Their hipbones collided over and over, and Elena reached up to grip the blanket, finally tearing it down the middle. Not long after that, there was a loud groan from the bed itself, and a snapping noise. Then it was suddenly about a foot lower than it had been before.

Now a little crush turned into a like. And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her!

Taking advantage of Damon's distraction, Elena rolled them over and over until they landed on the floor with a resounding boom. They hit the nightstand on their way down, and it all but shattered. Concerned about so much broken wood lying around, they kept rolling, until finally, Damon sat up, lifting her with him and slamming her into the wall and himself into her.

"Oh-ho no!" she exclaimed, and she lowered her legs, pulling away from Damon, and spinning them around. They eventually found themselves sitting on the window seat.

She pressed her hands to either side of the window frame to steady herself as she ground down on Damon faster than the human eye could see. Damon reached up and fisted the curtains, trying hard not to throw his head back through the window pane. Eventually, the curtain rod came down, and the window frame practically shattered, and he stood up, carrying her to sit on the desk where he continued to pound into her, smirking every time she moaned, and moaning every time she growled.

At some point, neither of them were really conscious of when, they had sunk their fangs into one another. Elena's nails dug into Damon's back, and he held her one of her hips in a vicelike grip, as his other hand tunnelled into her hair and pulled her head back.

Elena's walls were fluttering, and she started speaking nonsense. Damon pulled his mouth back from her throat and kissed her desperately. She climaxed first, and he continued thrusting as she rode out her second orgasm, before he released himself into her.

I want to hold you close; skin pressed against me tight; lie still, and close your eyes girl; so lovely, it feels so right.

Damon wrapped his arms around Elena's body and pulled her tightly to his chest. He leisurely kissed his way across her cheek and jaw, nipping at her earlobe before making his way down to the bite mark, and licking up the leftover blood. Elena stroked his back lightly with her fingertips, her eyes still closed and her legs still shaking.

I want to hold you close; soft breath, beating heart; as I whisper in your ear,"I want to fucking tear you apart!"

Finally, Damon's legs collapsed beneath him, but Elena held him, slowly lowering them both to the floor. They held each other there for a few moments. Damon kissed Elena's hair, and she purred into him. After a couple of minutes, though, she sat up abruptly, waking Damon from his stupor.

"What the fuck?"

"I'm curious…" She stood up and looked around the room. "Hm… Door, bed, nightstand and everything near it, wall, window… Desk… Oh, hey, and a shelf that we were nowhere near." She looked at the floor, then up at the ceiling. "And some plaster…" She looked back and grinned at him, then suddenly changed gears. "Are you still mad at me?"

He thought for a moment, and then offered her a dangerous smile. "Just, give me a few minutes for my lower body to work again, and I will destroy you!"