Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Vampire Diaries, TV show or books. However I decided to have a little play around with the characters (I would definitely like to play with Damon).
Warning lots of smut and explicit language.
"Told my dad to give us a minute." Bonnie said as she walked in the interrogation room and turned the camera off. "Camera's off." she added as she sat across from Shane at the table "You can talk."
"Are you sure about that?" Professor Shane asked pointing at the corner mounted ceiling camera.
"Yeah. I don't lie. I'm not you." Bonnie sneered.
"Look. I was always gonna tell you the truth. I just kept putting it off because I was worried how you'd react." Professor Shane pleaded.
"Bad. That's how I react to murder." Bonnie nodded angrily.
"I'm not a killer, Bonnie. Pastor Young was depressed..." Professor Shane tried to explain.
"I've heard this. Skip to the part where you convinced him to massacre 11 people." Bonnie snapped angrily.
"It wasn't a massacre. It was a ritual." Professor Shane told her. "It was something necessary to raise Silas and get the cure that your friends so desperately want."
"If they knew people had to die..." Bonnie scowled.
"It doesn't matter if they die. Silas will bring them back." Professor Shane smiled.
"You're crazy." Bonnie frowned in disgust.
"I'm not crazy. I'm just passionate." Professor Shane corrected her.
Bonnie stood up and leaned across the table. "You're full-on crazy." she whispered angrily as she walked over to the door and opened it.
"Do you remember our first session?" Professor Shane asked, stopping Bonnie in her tracks as she paused at the door. "It was about your grams, right?" he asked. "You thought every time you did magic you were causing her pain." he said as he turned to look at her. "Aren't you curious what's happening to her now? Wouldn't you like to see her again?" he asked as Bonnie gaped at him in disbelief for a moment. However after thinking about it, she decided to stay and hear what he had to say, so she closed the door and returned to the table and sat back down to face him.
"Go on!" Bonnie demanded.
Damon arrived at the next bar on his list which Klaus had provided him with. Walking inside cautiously, he headed straight to the bar, to look for people who might be drinking, except he found no one. He could hear music playing in the background, yet after looking around, he couldn't see any staff either. Then he noticed the smell of fresh blood, looking around he saw a giant red smear on the ground, prompting Damon to go and examine it. He followed the trail of blood until it led into a back cold storage room, where he found a giant pile of corpses in the corner.
"Something's not right." Damon muttered to himself. "Looks like I'm gonna have to find some new vampires. What a waste." he added annoyed.
"I confess." Damon turned around to see Kol entering the room with a bottle of bourbon in his hands. "I did it." the Original smiled.
"Kol!" Damon simply said.
"Damon, good to see you, mate. Sorry about the mess. Ugh, it was a little crowded when I arrived, and I prefer more intimate gatherings." Kol grinned. "We need to have a little chat. Care for a drink?" he asked as he took a sip of bourbon from the bottle.
"Look, I don't like you, so let's just cut the crap." Damon said grumpily.
"You know, my brother bragged about his plan to complete Connor's hunter's mark. I found Klaus's list and just followed you. It was easy to work out that this little bar, was next on your list. And as I wasn't driving a truck, I got here sooner." Kol bragged.
"Why? What's it to you either way?" Damon asked.
"Because, you fool, in your zeal to find the cure, you risk waking someone very dangerous." Kol replied.
"Oh...You must be talking about Silas." Damon smirked.
"What do you know of him?" Kol asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not a lot. Not my problem." Damon answered, acting more blase than he genuinely felt. He was dubious about this Silas guy and wanted to know more about him.
"Isn't it?" Kol asked.
"Uh-uh." Damon replied. "I'm just the compelled help to make sure Connor completes his mark." he snapped.
"A few hundred years back, I came across a group that worshiped Silas." Kol explained. "His followers told me that he would rise again, and when he did, he would trigger the end of all time. You know, being an immortal, you can see why I'm opposed to time's ending. So I murdered all of them. And now, here you are willing to risk raising him in your search for the cure. I can't exactly sit back and let that happen, can I?" he warned.
"Klaus is not going to back off the cure 'cause you were told one too many scary bedtime stories, you idiot." Damon protested.
"You're a smart guy. Why don't you call off this imbecilic treasure hunt?" Kol asked.
"I'm not really interested in the cure. They can shove it up Silas's ass for all I care." Damon told him. "I'm not calling anything off because I can't, Klaus compelled me."
"Well I could kill Connor. But then, I'd have to deal with the hunter's curse. And I don't particularly feel like being haunted for the next century. Better idea. I'll just kill you instead." Kol threatened.
"The Klaus will just compel another minion to do his dirty work" Damon backed away, smiling. "Look, I have a better idea. Klaus needs more than just the sword and the mark to release Silas. Am I right?" he asked.
"You know more than you're letting on." Kol said intrigued. "Continue."
"He's not going to be able to get the cure without Professor Creepy." Damon added.
"Who happens to be dead." Kol smirked.
"Um, no he's not." Damon grimaced.
"I killed him myself." Kol thundered.
"Yeah...about that." Damon explained. "He's been teaching a witch Expression, who put some type of protection spell on him."
"I know about the massacre's, he confessed." Kol told him.
Damon raised his eyebrows in surprise at that information. "Look, I can help, but I'm useless under Klaus's compulsion. Klaus can't do anything even with the mark complete. If you want my help to stop Silas from being raised, let me finish the mark, then we meet up and try to find a way to stop Klaus." he suggested. "Look, I don't want to raise this Silas guy if he's as bad as you say." Damon told him. "Plus, why would I want the cure? I got the girl, we both want eternity together. What do I get out of it?" he asked.
"I'll take your offer into consideration." Kol replied. "And yes you're right, Nik can't do anything with just the sword and map. I'll let you complete the mark, and then we'll organize a little get together. I suggest we both have a chat with our siblings to find out what they're up to, and decide where to go from there. Deal?" he offered.
"Deal!" Damon smiled as they shook hands before Kol left the bar. Damon followed him out to the truck to find Kol was already long gone. Suddenly Damon heard his phone signaling a text message, as he looked at the phone he saw Klaus's name as the sender.
'50 more to finish the cure.' it said.
Smoke was hovering around Professor Shane's dimly-lit office, courtesy of Stefan and Rebekah's discovery of his secret stash of herbs. Which they'd rolled and fashioned in cigarette papers to smoke.
Stefan sighed as he walked around examining the artifacts the Professor had collected over the years.. "So much random crap in here."
"Crap, maybe. Random, no." Rebekah corrected him as she sat and watched. "Looks like Shane has a bit of an afterlife fetish. Hopi prayer feathers, the Han dynasty soul vase, and that is a Polynesian sacrificial knife. Brutal way to die, but at least you appease the gods." she explained as Stefan picked up the knife to examine it.
"Since when did you become such an artifact expert?" Stefan asked curiously.
"I enjoy other cultures, Stefan." Rebekah told him. "I know that might be hard for you to understand, considering you dated a child who only thinks about herself." she said bitterly, as Stefan smiled before throwing the knife at Rebekah, who caught it right before it hit her in the face, prompting her to laugh. "Still a sensitive subject, I see." she said as she stood up and walked toward Stefan. "Do you know why I wouldn't compel Elena from your memory?" Rebekah asked.
"Because you wanted me to suffer." Stefan suggested.
"I did." Rebekah admitted. "It's the only way you'll learn. It took me a thousand years and hundreds of betrayals to realize that love, and caring, ruins you."
"Hmm. That's awfully bleak." Stefan said dismissively.
"Quite the opposite. It's liberating actually." she admitted. "You know why we had so much fun in the twenties, Stefan?" Rebekah asked. "Because we didn't care. We just did what felt good...drinking, feeding, sex." Rebekah said seductively as she lightly dragging the knife against Stefan's neck.
"The sex wasn't good because we didn't care. It was good because you're crazy. Crazy sex is always good." Stefan whispered.
"You were hardly the model of sanity." Rebekah purred smiling as Stefan grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled it and the knife down, prompting her to laugh and at him.
"Stop...caring." Rebekah told him as she dropped the knife whilst they continued to stare at one another intently, their faces nearly touching.
Suddenly the door opened, prompting the two vampires to vanish, as a man walked in and immediately began searching for something. He started opening drawers, removing books from the shelves and even tapping the walls, until he eventually found a hidden door, opening it and revealing a large stone.
"Good. You found it." Rebekah said, appearing out of nowhere as she grabbed the man's neck, restraining him. "Question is who are you?" she asked, however the man just remained silent.
Rebekah nodded to Stefan who pulled over a chair to where the man stood, Rebekah pushed him down and he sat in it, placing his arms on the armrests. Rebekah picked the Polynesian sacrificial knife back up and slid the blade down his right arm causing a wound to open and blood trickle out.
"All you have to do to make it stop is tell me who sent you." Rebekah told the man, meeting nothing more than a groan from him, as she tasted some of the blood on the knife. "You're full of vervain, so I know you haven't been compelled." she said confused.
"Or maybe somebody compelled him before he ingested it." Stefan offered.
"He was after the headstone. We need to know who sent him." Rebekah observed.
"Okay. Fine. So we take him home, wait till the vervain is out of his system, and then compel him and get whatever information we want." Stefan suggested.
"That's not a bad idea." Rebekah agreed as she suddenly heard a grunting noise, prompting both her and Stefan to look straight at the man who began spitting out blood. Stefan grabbed his face and looked into his mouth. "He just bit off his own tongue." Stefan frowned in disgust.
"So he does know something." Rebekah exclaimed, as the man suddenly grabbed the knife from Rebekah's hand and stabbed himself neck. Stefan pulled it out but it was too late the man was dead.
"I guess he was compelled." Stefan concluded.
"Was it my bastard brother or yours?" Rebekah asked Stefan.
"Maybe it's option number three. There's another team in the race." Stefan suggested. "Kol maybe?"
"Kol wants to make sure Silas isn't raised." Rebekah explained. "What would he want with the headstone?" she asked.
"To make sure nobody else gets their hands on it." Stefan offered. "That way nobody gets the cure and we can't raise Silas." he explained.
"Could be." Rebekah said thoughtfully. "So what do you suggest?" she asked Stefan.
"Take him out of the race." Stefan told her.
"And how do I do that?" Rebekah demanded.
"By taking a leaf out of Klaus's handbook." Stefan explained as Rebekah frowned, confused. "Dagger him." he smiled.
Bonnie began pacing back and forth after listening to Professor Shane's explanation, whilst he was still sitting at the table.
"You're saying if I help you raise Silas you can bring my Grams back? Don't play on my guilt, Shane." Bonnie admonished.
"I'm not playing on anything. This is the truth." Professor Shane began. "You told me what happened. Your reckless use of magic is the reason..."
"Don't." Bonnie yelled as she interrupted him.
"...is the reason those spirits are torturing her on the Other Side." Professor Shane continued, ignoring the interruption.
"Don't." Bonnie cried angrily.
"Hurting her again and again and again." Professor Shane continued, ignoring Bonnie's pleas.
"I said don't!" Bonnie shouted loudly.
"Unh!" Professor Shane cried out in pain as he raised his hand in the air. "My hand! You can't stop, can you?" he said frantically. "All this power that you're feeling, you actually like it, don't you?" he went on. Bonnie smiled menacingly when suddenly a cracking noise could be heard in the air as Professor Shane began screaming in agony.
"Look at yourself, Bonnie. Look at yourself, Bonnie." Professor Shane cried as Mayor Hopkins opened the door.
"Bonnie, what are you doing?" Mayor Hopkins cried out alarmed.
"Get...out of here." Bonnie quietly warned her father as she threw water from a glass onto the floor which suddenly turned into fire.
"Bonnie, stop!" Mayor Hopkins cried out terrified.
"You can't reason with her, Mayor. She's lost control." Professor Shane said manically.
"Bonnie, baby, baby. Please." Mayor Hopkins begged as he looked at Bonnie, before turning to Professor Shane. "Do something!" he yelled at the Professor.
"Bonnie...Bonnie, look at me!" Professor Shane called out as Bonnie glanced at him through her eyelashes. "Now take a deep breath. I'm right here with you. You are in complete control." he said, using the same words he used when he hypnotized her. Suddenly Bonnie's expression began to change as the calming influence of the hypnosis settled in. "That's it." Professor Shane reassured her as the fire disappeared and the Professor Shane looked at his hand the pain completely gone. Realizing what she'd done, a tear slid down Bonnie's cheek as she left the room.
"Your daughter...is a prodigy." Professor Shane told Mayor Hopkins. "With my guidance...she could be one of the most powerful witches in the world...But without it...she's a time bomb." he said.
After disposing the last batch of dead vampires from the now empty bus, Damon arrived back at the Young farm hoping Klaus was right about how far the mark had left to grow. Damon had brought back the fifty people Klaus's requested from his text after Damon had spoken to Kol. He'd then dropped them off for Klaus to turn whilst he burned the rest of the bodies. He couldn't wait to be out of his clothes which reeked of charred vampire flesh, and into his shower and suit to await Elena and their little fantasy later on. It was what had kept him sane all day. He made his way up to the cow shed to watch as the new vampires were sent into the room with Connor to meet their death. Apparently the mark had begun to grow quicker, although Damon hadn't been around to witness it.
As Damon entered the shed, he was greeted by Elena running up into his arms, clearly upset with all of the carnage. Damon held her close to him, and stroked her hair, trying to soothe her. He hated the part he'd had to play, but if Klaus was right and they'd gotten the right amount of people, he'd be free of the compulsion and they could get the hell out of there like he'd been promised. Damon watched over as Connor staked another vampire, who turned gray and veiny, signaling his death, followed by Jeremy quickly drawing the image on Connor's body, whilst Klaus was looking over Jeremy's shoulder.
"Is it like you remembered?" Damon asked Klaus, who turned to look at him.
"Of course." he replied, before leaving to get another vampire for Connor to kill.
"And as soon as it's complete, we can all go home?" Damon asked, as Klaus shoved the new vampire in the room with Connor, who simply walked up to the vampire and staked him.
"I said so didn't I? Klaus replied, as the vampire dropped to the ground and Jeremy began frantically sketching once more.
"How many more?" Damon asked, as Klaus rolled his eyes.
"There are five more left." Klaus snapped, clearly sick of being asked questions, so Damon turned his attention to Elena.
"You still up for our 'date'?" Damon whispered, hoping all of the bloodshed hadn't put her off their planned activities.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world." Elena whispered back. "I've only waited around a year to find out what happened next." she smiled, before kissing him on the lips.
"Ewww, gross." Damon heard Jeremy's voice come from where he was sat. "You guys need to go get a room." he told them.
"And you need to draw faster so that we can go get a room." Damon called back, as the last of the vampires were led to their slaughter. Suddenly a roaring sound was heard from Connor's bullet proof cell, prompting them all to rush forward to see what was wrong.
When they got there, the sight they saw came as a complete surprise as. Connor's mark began to become visible to everyone, signaling the mark was complete. It was obviously affecting Connor as he was shouting, although Damon couldn't make out whether it was pain or something else. Whatever it was, he just wanted to be out of there.
Elena turned to face Klaus. "I guess you won't be needing Jeremy now." she said.
"I guess not." Klaus smiled.
"Does that mean we can go now?" Jeremy asked.
"I'm a man of my word." Klaus nodded. "Of course you're all free to go."
"And no more compulsion?" Damon asked.
"You forgetting the location is the only compulsion that will stand." Klaus told them. "Think of it as a good will gesture and all. It is after all for your own protection. Now go." he told them as he went to take a closer inspection of Connor's tattoo. Damon, Elena and Jeremy didn't need to be told twice, as they got into Damon's car and set off back to Mystic Falls.
Kol waited at his brother's mansion, knowing that at least one of his siblings would eventually turn up. Suddenly he heard a noise coming from the library, prompting him to investigate and bumping into Rebekah who was about to leave, blocking his way.
"What are you doing here?" Rebekah asked. "I wouldn't stay here if I were you, I don't think Nik would be happy about you trying to prevent him from getting the cure." she said as she pulled out a dagger covered in white oak ash and pointed it at him, Kol to stopped in his tracks.
"You'd really dagger me?" Kol asked. "If you do then you're no better than Niklaus. Daggering siblings when you disagree with them...Look at what this family has become. I mean, Elijah won't even show his face, he's so disgusted by our bickering." he said. "This cure has ruined us, and it hasn't even been found yet. Just imagine what would happen if it is."
"This family was ruined long before we knew about the cure." Rebekah argued, as Kol pulled out the white oak stake and pointed it at her heart. "Kol!" she cried, suddenly scared.
"I won't let you raise Silas." Kol shouted as Klaus vamp-sped into the room, breaking the two of them apart.
"Enough of this foolishness." Klaus demanded as he sighed and turned to his brother. "Put it down, Kol." he demanded as Kol vamp-sped out of the house, taking the white oak stake with him .
"He was going to kill me!" Rebekah cried.
"Well, then, I think you need a lesson in how to properly dagger a sibling." Klaus said patronizingly.
"Burn in hell." Rebekah shouted as she turned and left the house.
After interrogating Professor Shane, Bonnie's father decided it was time for a little chat with his daughter over dinner, considering it was getting late and neither were in the mood to cook, he opted to treat her for food at The Grill.
"I owe you an apology." Bonnie said, putting the menu down.
"You don't owe me anything. I'm not happy to be right. I'm gonna get you some help." Mayor Hopkins told his daughter reassuringly.
"Help? Dad, I'm okay." Bonnie said confused.
"Are you kidding me?" Mayor Hopkins said in surprise.
"I got angry, I admit, but I knew what I was doing." Bonnie admitted.
"You lost control, and Shane said... " Mayor Hopkins began.
"Didn't we just establish that we couldn't trust him? He trying to get under your skin." Bonnie frowned.
"The only thing that got under my skin is what I saw, which is my daughter using dangerous magic! And the fact that you don't think you need help means you need it even more " Mayor Hopkins told Bonnie, who suddenly became quiet, realizing that maybe her father had a point.
Rebekah was stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom as she sipped a cocktail, when suddenly the door opened and Stefan walked in.
"Sure. Just barge right in." Rebekah complained
"Oh. I thought not knocking was our thing." Stefan said sarcastically. "You didn't dagger Kol."
"Well, the white oak stake pointed at my heart made things a little difficult." Rebekah said as she removed her earrings. "I do believe my brother Kol has finally lost his mind."
"So where'd you put it?" Stefan casually asked.
"The headstone?" Rebekah answered.
"Mm-hmm." Stefan replied.
"Some place safe." Rebekah smiled.
"Wasn't really our deal." Stefan said as he walked over to her.
"Well, considering that you've betrayed me twice, and I've betrayed you never, I think I'm acting prudently. Especially since we have no idea why that guy was looking for it." Rebekah told him. "Did you work things out with Elena?" she asked.
"Do you care?" Stefan replied.
"Nope. Just trying to figure out why you're here." Rebekah explained.
"Do you even have to ask?" Stefan, asked seductively.
"No feelings, no attachments." Rebekah stressed.
"None...whatsoever." Stefan said as he leaned in to kiss her.
Elena felt nervous as she left the guest bedroom to follow through on the sexual fantasy of re-enacting the first Miss Mystic Falls pageant, except this time it was taking place at the boarding house with no other guests. Damon had gone to some trouble to get small aspects right, he'd managed to find Within Temptation's 'All I Need', to ensure they danced to the same music. He'd even gotten someone to record her introduction exactly as it was the first time. He'd even reassured her he'd try to get hold of Stefan to make sure he didn't come back and interrupt them, although he'd yet to confirm to her whether he had or not.
Finally her hair and make-up was ready, dressed in the original blue satin dress she'd brought over that morning, she was even wearing the same underwear as she did at the pageant, just for authenticity. However for some reason she was nervous and she didn't know why. She'd already spent many hours in bed with Damon as they'd explored each other's bodies, and Damon had made it abundantly clear he liked the idea of acting out sexual fantasies, so she shouldn't be worried about that. But for some reason she felt just as nervous as the first time around.
As Elena appeared on the hallway near the top of the stairs, she heard Boccherini's Menuet Celebre playing, exactly as it had done the day of the pageant.
"Miss Tina Fell, escorted by Mr Bartholomew Whitmore" Mayor Richard Lockwood's voice called out through the speakers followed by the noise of people clapping, surprising Elena. She wondered how Damon had managed to get someone with a voice that had such a likeness to the long deceased Mayor.
"Miss Caroline Forbes and her escort, Mr Jeffrey Lockwood Hamilton." Mayor Lockwood announced, taking Elena's mind back to the day itself, Caroline wasn't a vampire, Jenna, John, Ric and Anna were still alive, and Stefan was about to attack Amber Bradley in the woods. A wave of sadness momentarily washed over her, however she pushed it to on side, and remembered that she needed to check with Damon where Stefan was to make sure he didn't disturb their little fantasy.
"Miss Elena Gilbert, escorted by Mr Stefan Salvatore." Mayor Lockwood's voice rang out followed by clapping, as Elena reached the top of the stairs, only to initially find nobody waiting for her. Suddenly Damon appeared at the bottom of the stairs, looking exactly the same as he had the day they danced at the pageant, only this time, instead of being shocked by his appearance, he instantly took her breath away. Elena descended the stairs and took Damon's hand as he led her to the parlor.
"Where's Stefan?" she asked, a sudden sense of deja vu hit her, she was sure those were the same words she'd used at the pageant, only this time it was for a different reason.
"I don't know." Damon replied. "I tried calling him but he's not answering his phone." he added as they took their place and the music changed signaling the beginning the official pageant dance.
"So what do we do?" Elena asked curtsying as Damon bowed.
"Right now, we just have to have to get through this and hope we're not interrupted." Damon said through gritted teeth. "Remember to stay in character true to how you were back then." he reminded her. "It makes it even more fun." he winked as they began to dance, hands not touching as per the rules of the intimacy of the near touch.
The first time she'd danced this dance was in rehearsals with Stefan and they'd never taken it seriously. Stefan was high on human blood, even though Elena was unaware at the time, plus he was drunk. When she'd danced with Damon the first time, she had realized there were sexual undertones to the dance, it had hit her the moment he took her in his arms and the world fell away as if it was only them and the way he'd made her feel...as if it were the first time a man had lain a hand on her.
This time she felt it even more. This was their story, for so long they'd skirted around each other, illicit thoughts of one another. No matter how much they wanted to be together, their friends and families would frown upon it. But when he took her in his arms, everything faded away and they no longer cared what the outside word thought of their love. As Damon took her in his arms and waltzed her around the parlor, he pulled her slightly closer than he did the first time and his fingers caressed her back a little more intimately, as they gazed into each other's eyes, giving Elena goose flesh, even though she wasn't cold.
As the dance ended, they separated, and Elena once again curtsied whilst Damon bowed back, when suddenly he looked as if he'd heard something. He picked up the remote for the sound system and turned the music off, grabbing Elena by the elbow he began leading her out of the parlor with urgency.
"What's going on?" she frowned confused by Damon's behavior, considering she hadn't heard anything herself.
"Come with me." he said, his face suddenly serious, causing Elena to begin to think something was seriously wrong, which she found disappointing as she felt this was a one off opportunity to relive that moment they'd shared and up until Damon's change in demeanor, it had been going perfect.
"Where are we going?" she repeated, panic encroaching into her voice as they quickly walked down the hallway.
"In here!" Damon said as he suddenly pulled her through a door which she instantly recognized as the small downstairs bathroom, which simply contained a toilet and a vanity unit with a large mirror.
"What are we..." Elena began, but her words were cut off as Damon wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in close to him and fervently pressed his lips against hers, as she realized it had all been an act, he'd been so convincing he'd had her fooled, prompting her to smile into his kiss. Elena wrapped her fingers around the back of Damon's neck, running her fingers through his raven locks.
As Damon pulled their hips together, Elena could feel Damon's erection through his trousers, sending heat pooling to the pit of her stomach. Elena wondered if this was how he felt the first time, but she couldn't ask, their mouths were too preoccupied, as their tongues danced to something a little more intimate than the near touch. Damon backed them up so Elena was leaning up against the vanity unit, she perched her leg on the toilet behind him to help her balance. Damon began kissing her jawline, the move allowing him to pull away slightly so he could slip his hand under her dress and stroke her ankle.
Damon's mouth continued making it's way down her neck, reaching Elena's jugular, gently scraping against it with his blunt teeth before he sucked the highly sensitive spot and licking the area, mimicking the act of biting and feeding. Meanwhile his hand slowly and sensually crept it's way up the back of her calf and to her knee, causing Elena to elicit a moan of pleasure.
"No vamping out!" Damon commanded in a whisper. "Remember you were human at the time." he reminded her as his hand slowly began to slide up Elena's thigh.
Elena realized that her fantasy was now being re-enacted in full, this was almost exactly how Elena had imagined it, however, in her dreams, she would never get any further, instead she would wake up all hot and bothered. Right now she was even more wet and turned on than any time she'd experienced when she'd woken from her dreams. Deciding it was time for a little exploration of her own, Elena reached for the front of Damon's expensive black suit and gently made her way down so she could feel his erection through the material with her hand. Once she found it, she was able to make out that he was unsurprisingly, already hard, so she began to stroke his length, prompting him to moan with pleasure. Not one for being outdone when it came to giving pleasure, Damon's hand slid from the outside to the inside of her thigh and then began to touch the outside of her panties.
"Fuck...Elena...You're already wet." he mumbled between kisses as his fingers stroked the outside of the damp fabric.
"No more wet than I was last time we danced." she moaned as Damon's fingers began circling the outside of her clit through the satin crotch of her panties. Elena pulled down Damon's zipper and her hand found its way inside so she could stroke his member through his boxer briefs, causing Damon's eyes to roll to the back of his head.
"What do we do if Stefan finds us?" she panted, deciding to up the realism, although there was a genuine chance he would hear them if he walked into the house.
"As long as he doesn't want to join in, I don't care." he said breathlessly as he kissed her mouth. "I've done a lot of things in my time." he mumbled between kisses. "But that a little too kinky, even for me. Plus I don't like to share." he whispered.
Elena moved her hand into the waistband of Damon's boxer briefs and pulled out his very erect length and began pumping it, as she took in how hot he looked, all decked out in his suit with just his member completely visible and standing to attention. She thought she was going to come just at the sight of him dressed, or rather, slightly undressed and looking all disheveled like he currently did.
Damon slid Elena's panties to one side and began stroking her clit before he decided she was damp enough for him to use his fingers inside her. He'd not told Elena, but this had also been one of his secret fantasies. He'd also wanted to relive the moment and then some, which was why he'd compelled Richard Lockwood to record his script before he died, so that Damon could remember what happened with precise detail and use his imagination to fantasize about the rest, which included them fucking in one of the bathrooms. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever expect it to become a reality, and none of his dreams had lived up to being close to the real thing.
"Fuck me Damon." Elena whimpered, she desperately needed him inside of her.
"I can't." Damon replied. "I have to taste you first." he said as he got down on his knees, lifting up her dress to reveal white satin and lace panties with matching suspender belt against the caramel tones of her skin.. "Holy shit!" he cried. "So pure and virginal, I like it." he smirked as he licked the outside of the fabric. "And so going." he added as he hooked his fingers around the waistband and removed them. "Although I do like idea of you having an angelic side." he added before nudging Elena's legs apart and licking her slit. "Mmm hmm." he moaned as Elena purred with pleasure.
Elena looked down as she held her dress to see Damon's mouth on her core as he lifted his beautiful blue eyes to meet hers, causing her to almost come at the sheer sight of him. She watched him spread her nether lips before he began to tongue fuck her, whilst still on his knees, Elena grabbed his hair with one hand and ran her fingers through it, trying to hold onto her sanity but it wasn't working. Just the sight of him and the thought that anyone could walk into the house at any minute and catch them was ready to send her crashing over the edge. Damon realizing what she needed quickly latched onto her nub at vamp-speed, and inserted his fingers, creating an intense orgasm to flow through her body. Every part of her core was burning hot, her contractions were as powerful as any she could remember, and Damon had managed to find a way to keep her orgasm going for longer to enable him to stand up at vamp-speed and insert himself into her, so he could feel the last remnants of her spasms around his length. Elena gasped as his member filled her core to the hilt, whilst he lifted her onto the vanity unit and began thrusting until he felt the spasms subside.
Momentarily Damon slowed, to enable Elena a moment to recover, as she could feel her orgasm die away, but that was all he gave her. He was in desperate need to come himself, and he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer as his erection was almost becoming painful. He knew he couldn't use vamp-speed fucking because it would have seriously hurt human Elena, and for the moment, they were pretending she was still that girl from almost a year ago, so instead he'd have to resort to human strength, because fucking is what they were doing. They were re-enacting a real experience adding in the fantasy of having a sordid tryst in a bathroom in the middle of a party whilst she was dating his brother. There was nothing romantic whatsoever about it. It was meant to be dirty and illicit, which was why they were both almost fully clothed, although he had managed to pull his trousers and boxers down whilst when was busy attending to Elena's dripping core. Now he was stood, as he once again began thrusting inside Elena, her legs around his waist, one arm around his neck, her hand running through his hair, and the other massaging one of his butt cheeks as she pulled him in closer, thrusting her hips in time to match his.
"Oh my god Damon, fuck me." she cried as she tightened her legs to pull his hips closer to her. Damon held onto her lower back so he could tilt her hips to find the perfect angle, allowing Elena to move in unison with him as he upped the pace of his thrusting.
Elena had had only a few seconds to recover before Damon increased the pace once again, and she could tell he wasn't far from his own release. She glanced down and saw his shaft thrusting inside of her, causing her stomach to lurch and the heat beginning to quickly pool once more. Another orgasm was building up, almost immediately after the previous one, she'd never had them this close before. But the sight of Damon fucking her increased her arousal tenfold. She glanced up at Damon who'd was also taking in the imagery of their carnal actions, before he raised his eyes to hers and his mouth attacked hers with passion, ferocity and lust.
"Don't stop Damon...Don't stop." Elena cried as Damon pulled away from her mouth and rested his forehead against hers. "I'm...gonna...come!" she gasped.
He moved his hand down towards Elena's nub and began to circle it, sending Elena spiraling as she cried out, arching her back, her body going rigid as red hot spasms burnt right through her core, her nails digging into Damon's backside as she felt a wetness under her fingernails and the smell of his blood filled the air.
"Oh yes...God Elena... fuck...that feels so good." Damon panted. "Fuck!." Damon growled as he felt Elena's orgasm contracting around his shaft, his insides heating up, as his balls tightened and he felt his seed flowing hot through his member as it spilled inside Elena, prompting him to moan with pleasure and scrunch his face up in blissful agony. Elena pulled Damon closer with her legs, so she could keep the feeling of him him inside her for longer, he as he finally collapsed and lay his head into the crook of her neck, as his member softened.
"That was so much more fun than the first time around." Damon whispered breathlessly into Elena's ear.
"Who thought re-living moments from our past could be so much fun?" Elena murmured as she rested her head against his.
"You don't by any chance still have that costume from the frat party?" Damon asked as he lifted his head back up and turned to look at her with a smirk on his face, before pulling out of her, as they had almost recovered from their activities, prompting Elena to laugh.
"Of course." Elena looked at him suspiciously. "How realistic do you want to make it?" she asked curiously.
"As far as you're willing to take it." Damon answered with a glint in his eye. "But let's wait until this cure business is settled first and then we can decide what you want." he added, as he kissed Elena chastely on her forehead and smiled before pulling up his trousers and boxer briefs.
Currently this story is due to finish at the end of season 4. Should anyone wish for me to continue it and re-write season 5, I will need to know fairly soon if there is enough of a demand for it. Plot continuity and all. Please let me know either by PM or in a review if you wish for me to carry on.
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Mandz