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).

This is now the second chapter in a series of one-shots where I've taken an almost innocent pre-Delena scene from the show, and turned it around to make it naughty. It will start off exactly the same as the show, then... Well it's not rate M for nothing. ;)

It doesn't affect my story Breaking the Curse – Bloodlines, as these are a bit of fun for when the mood takes me.

This is one of my favorite scenes from season 1, it is funny and well, Damon looks really hot. The title is a play on the episode title, which is how I would like to approach any other stories, if it is possible.

Okay, so enough with my inane chatter, on with the story.

Warning smut galore ahead with a touch of bad language.

UPDATE - THIS IS NOW CHAPTER 2, FOR ANYONE WHO IS LOOKING FOR THE UPDATE, READ CHAPTER 1, IT WILL BE EXPLAINED IN THOSE NOTES.

One Good Man

Dear Diary

I had a really strange and hot dream last night. I know that it was triggered by what happened yesterday, but after what I saw I couldn't get it out of my mind. I shouldn't think like this, but seeing him like that, half naked, the thought of what the rest of him was like just consumed me. I wanted to touch him so much, and he looked at me in a way that nobody else has ever done before. Sadly Stefan walked in on us. I guess that's why I dreamed about him and the what if's...

E

The previous night's dream...

Elena walked into Stefan's bedroom to go look for him. She'd been trying to call him for the previous twenty minutes but he wasn't answering his phone and she'd wondered if he was either in the shower or had gone out and accidentally left his phone in his room. As she walked into his bedroom room she glanced around the room, scouring the surfaces for any signs of his phone. It was nowhere to be seen, however a noise from Stefan's bathroom alerted her to the fact she wasn't alone.

"Stefan." Elena called out, expecting to see her boyfriend come out from the bathroom.

Instead of Stefan however, a very drunk looking, half naked Damon emerged in his place with a shirt in his hand. "Better. Me." he announced as he walked over to her, his jeans slung low over his narrow hips. They were so low that Elena wasn't sure how they were managing to stay in place, however they did reveal a perfect line leading to his treasure trail, which Elena was trying her hardest, but failing, not to notice.

As much time as Elena had spent around Damon, she'd known he was hot, but she'd never seen him in such a wanton state of undress. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined a man could look as sexy as Damon did right then, his body could only be described as perfect. He was muscular, but not overly so, everything looked natural and not like he needed to work out at the gym. Elena wondered if this was from his human activities before he turned. Stefan was more muscular, but his was still the body of a seventeen year old, not completely filled out and perfectly smooth. From a distance, Elena could spot the hairs around his nipples, giving the impression of a much more mature body. This combination was such a heady mixture it made him ooze sexiness from every pore of his body, only slightly dampened by the fact he appeared to be very drunk.

"You look, um..." Elena started, not knowing what to say at the sight of him as heat pooled in her stomach and suddenly the black coat she was wearing felt like it was smothering her.

"Dashing? Gorgeous? Irresistible?" Damon asked seductively as he walked across the room, closing the space between him and Elena. Inside, Elena mentally agreed with his statement, a thought which caused her heart rate to spike whilst she tried to avoid staring at his fabulous body, as she felt the telltale signs of desire growing between her legs. Wondering if his sense of hearing and smell might be diminished in his state of drunkenness, Elena hoped he might not pick up then effect he was having on her, but to be on the safe side, Elena backed away a little as he got uncomfortably close.

"Wrecked. You look wrecked." Elena told him, trying to deflect away from her growing desire by masking it with a look caught up between worry and disdain for his behavior.

"No reason why." Damon shrugged nonchalantly. "Do you know that I am one of Mystic Falls' most eligible bachelors?" he said pointedly her before squinting and nodding, as Elena tried looking him in the eyes instead of staring at his delectable body, however the stunning beauty of his baby blue eyes did nothing but heighten her desire, which was beginning to make her feel incredibly uncomfortable to be in his proximity.

"Huh" Elena replied, not knowing what to say in response, as Damon gave her a cursory glance before turning away, allowing Elena the luxury to breathe, which turned out to be a huge mistake, as not only did he look good, he smelled equally delectable.

"Yep." Damon said, although Elena noticed a note of self mockery in his voice as her heart went out to him.

"How are you doing?" Elena asked, genuinely concerned as she put her own desperate urges for him on the back burner. He needed someone to take care of him and for some reason Elena had a desire to look after him and make him feel better, as she watched him slip the shirt over his muscular arms.

"Never better. Yep" Damon muttered. "What can I do for you?" he asked, attempting to button up his shirt. "I'm a barrel of favors today. It's my newfound purpose - how can I help people?" he mumbled to himself whilst looking at his reflection in the mirror.

"I'm just meeting Stefan." Elena told him. "We're going to the fundraiser." she frowned as Damon fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, seemingly too drunk to be able to fasten them.

Damon turned around, and looked at Elena. "Help a guy out, will you?" Damon asked. "Can't...get...this." he complained trying and failing to fasten a button as Elena sighed and walked over to him, grabbing the front of his shirt she begin to button it up.

"So I found out who my birth mother is." Elena told him excitedly, deciding she needed to distract herself from thinking about him whilst being so near to him. His closeness was affecting her and he smelled good enough to eat, the only oddity was considering how drunk he appeared to be, she couldn't smell whiskey on him.

"Ech. Who cares?" Damon huffed as Elena stared back at at him, feeling a little hurt by his comment. "She left you. She sucks!" Damon said quietly, clarifying what he meant. Elena stopped fastening his shirt and looked up at Damon who met her gaze, which they held for a few moments, sending Elena's heart beating through the roof. "Why is your heart racing Elena?" he asked frowning. "Surely you're not scared of me, I mean, after what we went through in Atlanta, I thought you trusted me." he said as suddenly a small knowing smile grew on his face.

"I...uh...you make me..." Elena started, not knowing what to say, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.

"Nervous?" Damon asked. "Now why would I do that. I don't bite, well not unless you want me to." he smirked.

"You're drunk!" Elena exclaimed.

"Vampire's sober up very quickly Elena." Damon told her. "You know I'd never intentionally hurt you right?" he said softly.

"But...you threatened to kill me." Elena said in a small voice.

"You were all the leverage I had against Stefan." Damon apologized. "I wouldn't have done it." he admitted. "Now kissing you... that's a threat I can't promise not to follow through on. Especially when you're so..." Damon bent his head and sniffed Elena's hair. "...turned on." he said as he stood back up and looked at her with a smirk on his face.

"I am not." Elena insisted, sticking her chin in the air.

"Deny it all you want Elena, but I'm a vampire, I can hear your heartbeat and I can definitely smell how wet you are for me right now." he said quietly as he took in an exaggerated breath. "Mhmm." he smiled.

"I don't know what you mean." Elena said indignantly.

"I drink human blood Elena." Damon warned her. "Which means my sense of smell is a hundred times stronger than Stefan's." he said. "So you can't fool me. I know that when you walked into this room you weren't wet, but that changed when I walked over to you." he lowered his lips to Elena's ear. "Now unless you have a kinky thing for bedroom furniture or hideous wallpaper, the only other possibility for such a change would be the proximity of my hot half naked body. And yes, I saw your eyes giving me the once over. I'm not that drunk." he whispered, his demeanor suddenly changing from drunk to sober. As Damon pulled away to look Elena in the eyes, his lips brushed her cheek, causing her to shiver at the contact. "Surely you're not cold Elena." Damon asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "You're wearing a coat, which I might add, seems a little overdressed right now. Hmm?" he grabbed Elena's shaking hands and held them to his naked chest. "Seem warm enough to me." he smiled.

"What about Stefan?" Elena asked hesitantly.

"What about him?" Damon replied.

"Where is he?" she asked, not sure whether she wanted to know the answer.

"He went hunting just before you got here." Damon told her. "He'll be gone for at least another couple of hours. But don't worry, he'll be back in time for the auction." he smiled. "In the meantime it's just you and me." he licked his lips as he pulled Elena in tight so their foreheads were touching. "Any idea's on what we can do to keep ourselves occupied?" he asked, raising an eyebrow before slowly lowering his mouth to Elena's as he let his bottom lip brush up against hers.

Elena knew now was her last chance to pull away, she could tell Damon was giving her the option to leave as he'd loosened his grip on her hands. They were still flat against his chest, but by her own volition. As much as she didn't want to hurt Stefan, she couldn't deny the inexplicable pull Damon had on her. Sure he was hot, but he was a cocky arrogant ass most of the time, which outweighed his good looks. On top of that he was a ruthless killer who according to Stefan, had very little regard for human life, although this did conflict with the way he was with her, especially now, which in ways that she didn't think were possible, it turned her on even more.

The fact that he was being gentle and giving her the choice to say no did not fit with this image of the evil vampire Stefan had built up in her head. She wondered whether he was a wolf in sheep's clothing or whether he was a sheep in wolf's clothing, Elena couldn't decide. Another thought which had crossed her mind was what Bree had told her about him being good in the sack. It had at the time, and a few times since, if she were being completely honest with herself, made her curious to know quite how good he actually was. She only had the limited experience of Matt and Stefan, and as good as Stefan was, he'd never been able to work her up this much during sex, let alone by just standing opposite each other with her hand on his chest.

What she did know was the effect he was having on her right now, prevented her from doing what she should do, which was the sensible thing to do and leave. Deciding that she needed to make the next move she lifted her head slightly and mimicked his earlier action by gently brushing her bottom lip against his, signaling her willingness to him. The look in his eyes told her this was a move he'd possibly hoped for, but never expected as the look in his eyes changed from hot and seductive to warm and gentle, as he took cupped her face with his hands and sought out her lips.

The kiss began in an almost chaste fashion, but before Elena got the chance to be disappointed, Damon deepened it as she opened her mouth to let him in. their tongues began to explore each other, tentatively at first, but need and passion took over once their confidence with one another grew and they began to fight for dominance. Elena ran one of her hands up Damon's chest, round the back of his neck until she reached his soft raven locks and began to rake her fingers through them, earning her a moan from him, which went straight to her core. Damon pulled her in tight to him as she felt his hard member bulging in his jeans, making it clear what affect she was having on him.

Momentarily Damon pulled out of the kiss. "Not here." he whispered as he picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her into kiss him once more.

Elena felt a rush of wind and suddenly she was lying on a bed in a completely different room, one she'd never been in before, which she could only assume to be Damon's bedroom. The walls were of a dark wood paneling, much like the rest of the house, with a large open fireplace and full length windows. There minimal furniture consisted of a nightstand, a dresser, a chair, a mirror and a large painting was all she could spot, although she did notice a large flat screen TV on the wall. There was an open plan entrance to a beautifully decorated large bathroom which had a huge shower and large tub. The room however was dominated by the large wooden four poster bed she was currently laying on, covered in cream cotton sheets. This surprised her as she'd somehow expected black silk from Damon.

Damon hovered above her and grinned. "Not what you expected?" he asked as she continued to look around in awe of the beautiful simplicity of the room.

"No." she replied. "I don't know what I expected. Not this, but it is completely you, well apart from maybe black silk sheets." she added as Damon frowned.

"Cotton is more comfortable." he shrugged as he lowered himself and kissed her once more, this time with a fierce passion she'd never in her young life experienced. Once again he pulled back. "You're overdressed." he complained as he made short work of her boots, coat, followed by the rest of her clothes, until she was down to her underwear. Elena inwardly sighed with relief that she'd had the foresight to wear matching underwear, although white cotton with lace edging wasn't what she would have expected Damon to find attractive. Feeling self-conscious, Elena tried to cover herself with her arms, but Damon stopped her. "You're beautiful Elena." he said softly. "You have nothing to be shy about." he said as he began to place kisses along her jawline and down her neck, licking a line up her jugular and scraping his blunt teeth against it, sending waves of heat down to her core.

"You're not...?" Elena panted, a little scared, yet ironically turned on by the thought of him biting her.

Damon stopped and looked her in the eyes. "You're not a happy meal Elena." he said. "It's not what I want." he said seductively.

"What do you want?" Elena asked shyly.

"You!" Damon replied huskily as he slipped his arm around Elena's back and expertly unhooked her bra before pulling it away from her shoulders and throwing it across the room to join the ever growing pile of Elena's clothes. "God you're beautiful." he murmured as he took one of her breasts and circled his tongue around her areola before taking the nipple into his mouth, causing it to pebble and prompting Elena to hitch her breath with pleasure.

Damon took the other nipple between his fingers and began to pinch it, causing Elena a little pain, but yet at the same time it was incredibly pleasurable. Elena couldn't help but compare with Stefan, who was always tender and gentle, afraid to cause her any discomfort, he would never have done anything like this. The most adventurous he got with her breasts was to fondle them. For her, this was a whole new experience. As Elena looked down on Damon, who had now switched breasts, she couldn't help but think how erotic the sight of him licking and sucking her breasts was.

Finally Damon must have decided that her breasts had had enough attention for the time being, Elena expected him to make his way back up the bed and kiss her before entering her, but Damon had other ideas. He began to pepper kisses down her stomach, until he reached her panties.

"You're still overdressed." Damon grinned as he pushed himself up to hover over Elena.

"So are you." Elena smiled back as she cast her eyes down the his jeans as he grinned and stood up.

"Do you want to do the honors?" he asked kicking off his shoes as Elena got to her knees on the bed so that she was slightly above him.

Elena didn't need to be asked twice as she unbuckled his belt, his button and his zipper as his jeans pooled to the ground around his ankles, revealing a fully naked Damon, who must have been commando. Stepping out of his jeans and removing his socks, Elena was in shock at what she saw. Damon's treasure trail led down to what could only be described as something pretty spectacular. His fully erect length was huge in comparison to Stefan's and Matt's, and surprisingly attractive, just like the rest of him.

"Like what you see?" he smirked as Elena nodded and took his length into her hand, earning her a moan of pleasure from Damon as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, a noise which Elena thought was probably the sexiest noise she'd ever heard in her life, as it went straight to her core. However, Damon managed to compose himself as he stopped her. "It'll be over before we even start if you carry on like that." he warned her as Elena removed her hand and allowed Damon to pull her panties down, before pushing her back on the bed to finish removing them.

Expecting Damon to do what Stefan and Matt had done, which was climb on top of her and tease her entrance before gradually pushing in, Elena was shocked when

Damon moved down and spread her legs before stroking his fingers up her slit.

"Fuck Elena." Damon swore. "You really are wet for me." he smiled, however he noticed her hesitancy. "Have you never done this before?" he frowned as Elena shook her head nervously. "Do you trust me?" Damon asked as Elena nodded gingerly. "Then I promise you, you'll like it, almost as much as I do." he smirked as he lowered his head between her legs letting his tongue follow the line his fingers had just made. He opened her labia and blew into her entrance, causing Elena to jump at the sensation, realizing Damon was right about her liking it.

To prevent her from bucking her hips, Damon placed his hand gently on her stomach and began to circle her entrance with his tongue, delving deeper inside on every swoop, until he was what could only be described as tongue fucking her. Elena had never felt anything feel so amazing in her life. Damon then upped the ante as he began to massage her clit with his thumb. The pleasure was so intense that the heat which had been pooling in her stomach threatened to turn to boiling point as her core became red hot. Damon then changed tactics as he inserted two fingers inside her and began to suck on her clit whilst his fingers pumped her, bringing her to the edge as red hot spasms began to take over her core, causing her to arch her back in pleasure as she tumbled over it.

"Oh my god...oh yes...oh yes...oh yes...aah" she moaned as she suddenly went rigid, unable to form any coherent words as the spasms continued for a few moments longer before they began to die down with Damon slowing down his tempo to match.

"I take it you enjoyed that?" Damon asked smugly as he crawled up the bed and hovered above her, the tip of his shaft pushing against her entrance.

"Oh yes." she nodded slightly breathlessly as Damon bent his head and kissed her, so she could taste herself on his lips.

Damon pushed Elena's arms above her head, lacing his fingers through hers. "You ready?" he asked as she simply nodded in reply.

Damon gently pushed his member inside of her. "Ahhh." she moaned with pleasure as she felt his length fill her completely.

"You okay?" he whispered, his voice full of concern.

"I'm more than okay." Elena smiled as she pushed her hips up to his to signal she wanted him to move. Damon took the hint as he began to thrust, slowly at first, but he gradually began to pick up the pace as Elena to moved her hips in rhythm with him. He kissed her neck whilst at the same time continuing to thrust, their bodies were so in sync that it didn't take long for Elena to quickly feel the build up of another orgasm. Damon slipped his hand between them and began to massage her nub. The feel of his thrusts combined with his kisses and talented fingers, working their magic on her clit, caused the heat to quickly pool in her stomach and the white hot spasms of another orgasm overtook her body.

"Fuck...yes..." she cried as the orgasm hit her with a ferocity she hadn't expected, causing her to arch her back as Damon slowed his thrusts to allow her to come down from her high.

Damon rolled them over so Elena was on top, whilst he helped move her hips whilst he continued to thrust. "I want to see your face when we come together." Damon panted as their thrusts met, each one with more urgency than the last.

Damon suddenly sat up, and the way he looked up at her stunned her. The look of total submission of this very powerful and extremely dangerous, ruthless vampire made her feel like she could conquer the world. She could look into his stunningly beautiful blue eyes forever, drowning in them. However the friction of their position began to distract her as she could feel the onset of another orgasm building up inside her.

"I can't hold on much longer Elena." Damon moaned as he latched his mouth onto her breast and sucked hard causing a moan to escape from Elena's mouth. The combination of pleasure and pain was a heady one.

"Fuck me Damon...oh my god...yes..." she screamed as Damon kept thrusting whilst her white hot core began to pulsate all around him, milking his shaft to his own release. Elena's body went rigid before it began to shake and her vision began to blur.

"Fuck! Elena..." Damon cried out as she felt him spill his hot seed inside of her and she glanced down to see his face scrunch up in a way that made him look even more beautiful to her than she'd ever believed anyone could be, whilst Damon's body shuddered for a few moments as they clung to each other as if their lives depended on it,

Elena lowered her head and kissed Damon as her hair curtained them slightly, giving them an illusion of privacy, whilst Elena felt Damon's member soften inside her. She climbed off him as they both lay back down on the bed as he held her in his arms for a while, gently stroking the side of her body.

"Why were you in Stefan's room?" she asked as Damon began to peppering kisses all down Elena's neck.

"Huh?" Damon mumbled between kisses.

"Why were you in Stefan's room and not yours?" she asked again

"Would I have met you in my room?" Damon asked looking up at Elena quizzically.

"Of course not, I was looking for Stefan." Elena frowned.

"And there is your answer." Damon told her as he went back to laying kisses along on her collar bone, whilst gently running his fingers up the side of her body.

"You were waiting for me?" she asked.

"Mhmm." Damon replied as he quickly crawled down her body, lowering his head, he circled Elena's nub with his tongue, teasing her, causing her to hitch her breath in pleasure, before he moved up her body to pepper kiss all over her stomach.

Elena tried to regain her composure. "So you planned this?" she asked as Damon completely stopped what he was doing and pushed himself up before crawling up Elena's body. Only stopping to quickly take a nipple into his mouth and let it go, before he was hovering completely above her.

"Yes and no." he replied cryptically as his mouth met hers momentarily before he pulled away and rested on one forearm, looking her directly in the eyes as he opted to give a far more in-depth explanation. "The moment we first met I knew you were different." he told her. "It wasn't because you looked like Katherine, instead it was when you spoke. There was something about you, a kindness, a purity, a selfless innocence. None of which you would find in Katherine." he raised his eyebrows. "It marked you as not only different from her, but different from other women." he said. "When we went to Atlanta, I saw a whole different side of you, one that nobody else ever got to see. You were hiding behind the shadow of peer pressure, but you felt you could be your true self with me, which let me see that you were a wildcat at heart." he began stroking the fingers on the hand he wasn't resting on, down Elena's body, causing her breath to spike. "That was when I first began to have doubts that Katherine was the one." he shrugged as Elena's eyes widened with surprise. "I wasn't actually drunk when you walked into Stefan's room." he admitted.

"I suspected you weren't." Elena told him. "You didn't smell of whiskey." she said, tucking stray strands of hair behind his ear. "So you just wanted to jump into bed with me. Why?" she asked.

"That wasn't my intention." he said. "I just wanted to know if it was my imagination or that there was a connection between us, and if there was, how strong it was." he whispered, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"And?" she asked.

"I was right." he said, which was not the answer Elena was expecting.

"Right about what?" Elena asked frowning.

"Katherine was my first love, Stefan is yours." Damon told her. "One day, we'll both be free of our feelings for them. In the meantime we need to live our lives, leave them, grow and grieve losing them." he smiled, running his hand down Elena's body until he reached her behind.

"Go on." Elena whispered.

"When that time comes, you'll leave Stefan's room for good and walk into mine." he told her, lifting her thigh and hitching her leg around his waist. "But when that time comes, you'll never go back to him, you'll never be with another man again, just like I'll never be with another woman." he whispered seductively, as Elena could feel the tip of his hard shaft pressing against her entrance, waiting for an invitation.

"What makes you say that?" Elena asked, a little surprised by his conviction.

"Because you and I belong together." Damon smiled. "Forever." he added confidently. "Just not right now. But it doesn't mean we can't enjoy this." he grinned as he pushed the tip of his manhood inside a little further, waiting for Elena to say yes.

"Forever you say?" Elena asked as Damon moved to hover above her and kissed her.

"Yes." he whispered.

"Like vampires together?" Elena frowned.

"Maybe, maybe not." Damon replied, hitching his breath as Elena ran her fingers down his back until she could feel his behind.

"Yes." Elena whispered as Damon smiled at her, a genuine smile before he slowly lowered his head to capture her lips and gently thrust inside her.

Suddenly Elena woke in a cold sweat, breathless and shook from the intensity of the dream lying in her own empty bed, her bedroom window was open the curtains blowing in the breeze. Getting up to close her bedroom window, she was startled about how real it had all felt. She was still horny as hell and the image of Damon hovering over her naked, was likely to be etched into her memory forever. She put her hand to her chest to make sure the locket was still in place, just in case Damon might have visited her in the night and put the dream into her head, however the vervain filled locket was still tightly secured around her neck.

Realizing that there was no way she was ever going to get to sleep, she decided that she was going to have to finish off what the dream started. She lay down in bed and slipped her hand down inside her shorts and started to circle her clit, whilst she closed her eyes and began to fantasize about Damon.

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