Sorry for the late update. I promised some of you that I'd update within 24 hours from ...48 hours ago, but I've been sick with flu and fever, so I was forced to sleep early the past 2 nights. Though I'm all drugged up with flu medication and about to fall off my chair, I had to post this to you all for fear I'd have my life threatened by a certain red-head who's known for her extreme violent tendencies.
So, this chapter is a little shorter than my normal ones, but hey, I'm zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
I appreciate all your reviews. Can't believe that there are still some new readers appearing now, and welcome to all new reviewers! Also to those who did it without signing in so I can't thank each of you personally. The previous chapter was so happy, my tooth ached! Can't. Take. Any. More. Happiness. Must Have. Angst. Damon. Must. Be. Tortured.
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Chapter 28: Brotherhood
"Alright, explain why you didn't tell us that you and Nicholas Mikaelson are brothers?" Damon regarded the reporter with a defensive stance as he waited for an explanation.
Elena gazed at her husband in confusion, still trying to make sense of everything. "Wait, who's Nicholas Mikael-you mean the guy who's-" she stuttered in disbelief as she finally realized who Damon was talking about.
"Yes, the guy whom my father deemed to be more worthy to head the Salvatore Corp.; an outsider!" Damon rolled his eyes at the thought.
"So, you're actually Elijah Mikaelson? So Smith was just your...pseudonym?" she turned her attention to the silent man who hasn't responded in any way.
"No, I legally changed my last name to Smith when my father disowned me and my...brother. I've told you that story when we spoke about Katherine the last time. I didn't hide anything from you; these are all in public records so it's not hard to find out if you wanted to. Besides, I haven't spoken to Nik since Katherine left, nor have I seen him since. We don't exactly run in the same circles," Elijah said casually without betraying any emotion. At that moment, he reminded Elena of Rosalyn so much in terms of their cool demeanour.
"But you did know that he works for my company, didn't you? You knew all along about his past with Kat, so I just don't get why you didn't think that it was an important fact to share with us. You held back a pretty solid lead, you do know that, right?" Damon pointed out, his hardened voice betraying his composed exterior.
"I didn't know anything! It was clear from the start that Katherine and Mason Lockwood were involved in this whole thing, right? Besides the fact that Katherine knew Nik before he even worked for your father, there was never any indication of his involvement! Katherine was engaged to you while the whole thing was going down, so if you're talking about suspicion based on relationships alone, then you'd be the bigger suspect! You're the one with the motive! Nik was already the Managing Director, what possible motive would he have to collaborate with Katherine and Mason Lockwood? He probably hates her just as much as I do, let alone trust her enough to pull it off. He is not your guy," Elijah shook his heads slightly as he denied his brother's involvement.
"That's not up to you to judge, is it? If I'm back in the suspect list by being engaged to Kat at the time and for having a motive to destroy my own family's company, then so be it! But Nik is now a suspect too. You're a reporter, Elijah. You should know better than to let personal feelings get in the way of an investigation. For your sake, I hope that I'm wrong about Nik, but I can't ignore the facts; I lost seven major accounts after I passed all my files to him. Upon returning to work, I found out that the one project that I "accidently leaked" out to Kat as a test was one of the three accounts that I managed to salvage. I prepared all ten tenders myself; I cost in the most minimal amount of profit I could afford. There's no way in hell that Lockwood Industries could win those accounts unless they had someone on the inside.
"Now, all along we thought that Kat was the only one involved, but now it seems as though there's someone else with access to highly confidential documents. With my absence at the time, there are only two possible suspects; my father and your brother. I'm willing to bet my life that my father wouldn't sabotage his own company, not even if he's on the verge of losing everything else in his life. So that leaves...Nicholas. I couldn't figure out at first why he would be involved until now; his past with Katherine, somehow it's all starting to make sense. It explains why they pretended not to know each other even when I brought her along to official functions. So, I'm sorry for doing this, but you're off the case," Damon announced firmly, much to the shock of both his wife and the speechless reporter.
"Damon, surely there's some way where we can all still work together? I mean, okay, I get that Elijah wasn't exactly honest by holding back about Nicholas, but we've been working on this case together from the start, surely we can find a mutual ground to start over?" Elena voiced out, surprise at the sudden turn of events.
"Look, I apologize if you have doubts on me now since I didn't volunteer information about Nik, but is it possible at all to understand how the thought of my own brother being involved in such a-a-a horrible crime is completely unacceptable to me? Both of you have brothers, don't you? Can you even imagine them doing something like this? I've already lost my family because of Katherine, and I'm not even talking to the closest sibling I've ever had! I don't have many close friends due to the nature of my job; in fact, the only two people I trust the most in the world is Rosalyn Salvatore and now Elena. Even though I don't communicate with Nik anymore, I still can't think of him as some kind of criminal!" Elijah ran his fingers in his thick hair in frustration as he regarded both of them. It was the first time Elena had seen him flustered and his empathic plea sounded like denial from an older brother trying to protect a younger sibling. She could understand that better than anybody.
"Yes, I do understand, and this is precisely why you're off the case. If my instincts are right about Nik, you'd regret being involved in this investigation and then you'll feel guilty about bringing down your own brother. We appreciate everything you've done so far but your work here is done, Elijah. You may not have a family, but you can have friends, regardless of your line of work. Elena and I are your friends and if you'll join us here on poker night next Saturday, you'll likely have a few more by the end of the night. So, what do you say?" Damon surprised them both by his soft invitation, his voice soothing as if he held no ill-will towards him for withholding information about his relationship with Nik.
Elijah looked genuinely taken aback by Damon's sudden display of friendliness, but he managed to quickly arrange his facial expression to his regular ones; cool but amused. "Poker night? You want me to join you and your friends for poker night?" he repeated, seeming to find the notion quite amusing after such a heavy night of discussion.
"Yes, indeed. Why the hesitation? It's not strip poker! It will just be a fun night in with some cool people you'll reluctantly fall in love with if you hang out with them long enough to get over your initial disdain," Damon let out his trademark smirk at the unsuspecting reporter, and Elena could have sworn that her gay friend blushed slightly.
"Well, for lack of a good excuse and for being genuinely curious to meet these new 'friends' I'll inevitably fall in love with, I'll see your poker night and raise you...blackjack on another night," Elijah grinned in return, glad they were past the awkward moments for now.
"I thought you'd never ask," Damon replied smoothly, regarding Elijah with an undecipherable expression.
"Perhaps you two should get a room? The air in here is so thick with sexual tension, I'm finding it hard to even breathe!" came Elena's annoyed voice, clearly baffled at the sudden bonding between the two very unlikely ally.
Damon turned to her with a playful gaze, his eyes glinting with delight at her jealousy, however ridiculous the notion was. "Elena, maybe your difficulty in breathing is because I'm robbing you of breath? Maybe it's time we get a room together," his tone turned downright husky at the last remark, his lips lifted at the corners as he gathered her stiff body into his arms and proceeded to nip and kiss at her jawline and near her lips.
"And that's my cue to leave! See you two on poker night, and Damon...thank you," Elijah said simply, leaving it up to them to decide whether he's expressing his thanks for the invite to join them with their friends, or for understanding his position as a protective sibling, and then removing the burden of having to prove his younger brother's guilt. And on that last note, he smiled gratefully at them, and then he exited into the night.
"So, are you ever going to tell me what brought on the change of attitude towards Elijah? I thought you didn't approve of him before and only tolerated him because he was my friend. And now, you're inviting him over for poker night after discovering that he practically lied to us. What gives, Damon?" Elena finally couldn't contain her curiosity and decided to just ask him the questions that had been hovering in the back of her mind for the past hour after Elijah left. That hour was spent writhing and moaning in Damon's arms as he proved to her over and over that she had nothing to feel insecure about when it comes to his newfound friendship with the gay reporter.
"Yeah, he may have lied by omission but he was right; the fact that he and Nicholas are brothers is a matter of public records and my investigators had no problem finding that out at all. Also, I can totally understand how he'd try to protect his little brother or even refusing to believe that he had a hand in this whole corporate espionage thing. I can imagine if it was Stefan that was implicated; I'd move heaven and earth to make sure that no one had anything on him! What if it was Jeremy, Elena? You'd do anything for him too, wouldn't you? So, I kicked him off our case because it would be better all around if he didn't have a hand in hauling his own brother's ass to jail if it was all true. He would never move on from the guilt," Damon explained as he stroked up and down her bare arm absently, white sheets covering both of them in their post-orgasmic bliss.
"Okay, I get all that, but what about poker night? Do you seriously expect me to believe that you've suddenly developed a liking for him and now he's your new best friend?"
"First of all, Ric is still and always will be my best friend, even though now, he's technically my uncle; thanks to his coming-marriage to your aunt. Secondly, he blushed when I smirked at him earlier, proving that he is, in fact, gay, and therefore not wanting to get into your pants. Thirdly, he just admitted out loud that he had no true friends at all, let alone a family that didn't want anything to do with him anymore, and that made me feel a little sad for him. No one should ever feel so alone, so I thought he could use a fun night in with our weird little family. And lastly, I wanted to know if he was lying at all tonight, and what better way than to study his reactions when he plays poker? I'll try to pick up on his tells next Saturday so I would know when he's bluffing. Plus, I can't help but to feel for him; he lost everything because of Katherine and I can understand how much he wants her to pay for everything she did. If I get a good friend by the time all this is over, then I'd count myself lucky that he came into our lives because of our mutual hatred of our exes," he sighed, eager for it all to end so that they can focus on other aspects of their lives rather than this case.
"You're just a big old softy at heart, aren't you?" she stared adoringly at her husband, loving him more and more by the second. "So, I have nothing to worry about? What if he wants to get into your pants? You might find him...attractive, handsome, and sophisticated even. After all, you proposed to Ric with my ring first, so I'm completely justified in being worried that you might want to - how shall I put this – stuff the turkey; Elijah being the turkey," she whispered teasingly.
"As if! There's no other turkey for me than you! Okay, that didn't come out the way I wanted it to... I meant that I am so in love with the turkey that I have - the very idea of there being another turk-," he paused in exasperation, hating the analogy that Elena came up with. He didn't want to compare her to a big freaking bird!
"Forget the damn bird! How can you even possibly be insecure about another guy? They don't even have the right equipment! This, Elena, this only belongs to you," he grabbed hold of her hand and guided her fingers to his penis under the sheet, and she gasped when she felt her fingers wrapped around him, now hard and erect under her touch. "You hold the title deed to it, and it will only go into one place and one place only; right here," he watched her with hooded eyes as his fingers reached between her thighs and inserted two fingers up her still-wet core, making her close her eyes with a sharp intake of breath at the sudden intrusion.
Her fingers tightened around his girth as he pleasured her; he was now an expert at bringing her unparalleled pleasure in the slightest amount of time, having explored every nook and cranny of her delicious body and discovering all her sensitive spots. His long fingers reached into her wet heat, curling inwards towards the rough surface along her internal wall, making her moan out loud as she gripped him even tighter. Her thumb made soft swipes over the swollen head of his length and his hips bucked as pre-cum leaked from his small opening.
Determined for his wife to reach the finishing line first, he withdrew her hand from his lower body and held her tight against him as his leg nudged hers apart while his fingers pumped in and out of her relentlessly. A light sheen of sweat soon covered her body, giving her an unearthly glow as her whole body tensed up in anticipation of the sweet relief he was attempting to give her.
"Please," she murmured with her eyes clenched shut, "I need...I need more. Please," she begged. Damon was not one to deny his wife anything she asked for, so he gave it to her. He carefully inserted a third finger, a first for them both and the added digit filled her up in a way that she didn't expect at all. Even after all the sex they've been having, whether rough and frantic or slow and romantic, she remained as tight as she was when he first discovered that she was a virgin. However, the moisture leaking out of her provided the necessary lubrication to ensure that his fingers were able to fit snugly into her tight passage.
The sounds that came out of her as soon as his third finger joined in were downright torturing for him as he held back his own arousal to give her the attention that she deserved. He opened his eyes to stare down at her lovely face as she breathed deeply from her open mouth, her head thrown back on the pillow beside his and her forehead wrinkled in a frown as she concentrated on the sensations he was evoking in her body. He made a snap decision that enough was enough, and when he added his thumb to her sensitive clit, she practically howled and arched her back as he played her body like an instrument. He moved his thumb from side-to-side against the sensitive button and with a few more deep thrusts of his curled fingers, she released a low moan as she came against his hand, keeping her trembling body arched against him as he watched her come apart.
He allowed her to rest for a while as he hugged her to him as close as he can, reluctant to even be a few millimetres apart from her. He wanted to be glued to her side everyday if it were possible, preferably naked so that nothing separated them again. She slowly opened her eyes when her breathing evened out, to find his smouldering blue ones gazing back at her lovingly.
"You lied," she said softly, much to his surprise as his brows wrinkled in confusion, "you said that Sir-Spits-a-Lot only goes into one place only. I would like to prove you wrong," she declared with a tiny giggle before she struggled out of his arms and dove down under the sheet. He nearly jerked with shock when he felt her lips around his hard-on, and he felt himself swelling up again after the brief intermission before. The last time her mouth went anywhere near his cock was when he was under strict orders to refrain from strenuous activities the day after her birthday. But this time, when his body wasn't in pain and his brain wasn't fuzzy from the painkillers, he was able to feel every small little wonderful thing she did to him with her tongue, and he was rock hard within seconds.
He removed the sheet that covered her face from his hungry eyes and he groaned lustily as he watched her swallow his erection in her warm mouth and then she ran her talented tongue slowly from the base all the way up to the tip of his penis, licking the pre-cum off.
"Holy Christ, Elena, you're killing me here," he moaned as she repeated the action several times. She gave him a sly smile before she took his whole head into her mouth and sucked hard, wrenching another guttural moan from his throat as he plunged his fingers into her hair to keep her head where it was. If she stopped then, he would surely die of blue balls syndrome.
His back arched off the bed when she suddenly deep-throated him, his head lodged at the base of the throat for a few seconds and then she withdrew all the way only to take another plunge, sending him in even deeper. He bit down on his lower lip to stop himself from crying out as he watched her pleasure him with her mouth, all the while wondering how or where she learned all these tricks from. She opened her eyes and gazed back at him then, and the effect was incredibly erotic; she was watching him watch her making love to his cock with her sexy mouth. She wrapped her fingers tightly around the base of his cock, cutting off the blood flow and this made his swollen head even more engorged and sensitive. She moved her lips around his extremely hard length in an up and down motion, always from the tip to where her fingers were and then up again, then down, his hands now firmly gripping her head and holding on for dear life as his hips thrust up and down in time with her mouth.
"My God, I'm...cumming," he gasped out suddenly but to his utmost surprise, she removed her mouth from him and used two fingers to pinch the slit on the tip of his head tightly as his member twitched and jerked as if he was ejaculating, but not a single drop escaped from him. However, the feeling of an orgasm still washed through him although he didn't have any relief from it. In fact, he was frustrated beyond belief as he watched his cock deflate right before his very eyes.
"Wh-how-wh-," he stammered shakily as he tried to regain his senses back while panting heavily. "Elena, wha-ohhh, that feels...ohhh, holy hell," he moaned again when she took his softening cock into her mouth again, working him up with her swirling tongue until he was fully erect again in no time at all. She ran her tongue all over his length, alternating between a handjob and sucking his sensitive flesh with her lips, all the while her one hand was lightly caressing his testicles. Soon, she increased her pace of pumping his hardness with her mouth as he thrashed and twisted on the bed, her motions driving him crazy with unfulfilled need and then he felt his orgasm approaching again, this time it was all happening as if in slow-motion; his balls tightened as her lips made its final descent down his length again and he could tell that this was going to be an intense one. And then her mouth withdrew all the way off him and just when he could feel the beginnings of a spurt of cum erupting from deep with him, her fingers were in place over the slits of his opening again. This time, he grunted loudly when he felt himself explode into pieces as another orgasm ripped through his body, but still, no ejaculation in sight.
"Nooooo," he protested weakly as his eyes closed and disappointment flooded through him as he relaxed back on the pillows. He has never felt so helpless in his life! In fact, it was pure torture! He wondered what he had done to deserve this cruel and unusual punishment from his wife who was supposed to love him and woah! There she goes again, teasing him mercilessly as he felt her light touches on his once-again-softening cock. He didn't even bother to open his eyes since he knew what was going to happen this time; he'd end up having to have surgery to remove his blue balls for good. So, he just gave up and laid there limply as she teased him.
He was amazed that he was hard again so soon, this time, almost to the point of pain as his cock stretched upwards, and if possible, even harder than ever before; the head now an angry red colour. He felt the bed shift beneath them, but he still didn't react until he felt her straddling him, her thighs spread wide and her legs placed beside his hips. His eyes snapped open when she impaled herself with his erection and the feeling of her tight and wet warmth around him made him erupt in goosebumps all over his body. Her juices were flowing out of her and onto his cock, and she was riding him as hard as she could without jostling their daughter in her belly.
Unable to control himself, he gripped her hips with his hands and held her tightly as he pushed himself into her, letting out a drawn-out moan when she gyrated her hips as he felt her inner muscles started contracting around him. He bucked his hips violently, silently cursing himself when he felt his rapidly approaching orgasm rising to the surface much sooner than he had expected.
"Please, Damon! Cum with me!" she screamed out, her whole body shuddering as she thrust her hips down one last time just as he felt the familiar stirrings of his balls, knowing that this time at least, he would receive the release he desired. What he didn't count on was the intensity of the release, and he roared out her name when he finally ejaculated shots after shots of his cum deep into her cervix. He had never achieved a full-body orgasm like that before; he felt his entire body exploded into a million tiny little pieces, oblivious to the outside world as his eyes stared unseeingly, nose inhaled without smelling, skin touched without feeling anything.
He didn't know how long he remained in that euphoric state, but as the pieces came back together, as if he was being reborn again, renewed, improved, he could feel again, and see, and hear, and smell. He thanked God for Elena, his very own sex goddess who made him experience that forceful release that was so much more satisfying that all the other times he had cummed before – combined! Wearily, he realized then that his personal sex goddess had collapsed on top of him; her head buried in the crook of his neck while they were still joined intimately, with him inside her. With the last ounce of strength he had left, he reached for the white sheet from earlier to cover them both and then he wrapped his arms protectively around her limp body, holding her body to him.
"Lena, luvabogaloo," he muttered incoherently before he passed out, still hugging her.
M-rating be damned! I like my smut to be descriptive and damnit, it will be! Hope you liked my version of torture for Damon. He's not the ONLY sex-God now, is he? Not so tough when he's not the bad-ass vampire, is he?
Those of you who read my first story When Love And Hate Collides would be familiar with this form of torture. HEHE. There are only so many ways to have sex!
READ and REVIEW if you know what's best for Damon. He and his aching penis will thank you later!
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