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 smut and bad language ahead, to be fair, if you are reading this, you should be expecting it.

Hot Blooded Brother

Dear Diary,

I dreamed about him again last night. At least I was at home and not with Stefan. If I wasn't wearing the vervain necklace, I'd be convinced he was compelling me to dream about him. This is the fourth time it's happened. The others I could put down to us sharing a moment. This one was spurned by something else, we were arguing, which seems to have triggered a reaction from me. It's not like we haven't argued before, although I admit I felt kinda sorry for him. And admittedly I was too taken with Stefan's problems at the time to realize the significance of what Damon had told me.

Maybe that's why I'm having these dreams, I'm so consumed by everything else going on, I'm not paying enough attention to what I'm being told. Maybe my subconscious is trying to make me listen to what people are telling me and this is one way of grabbing my attention. Well it worked, last night's dream was about the argument we had and well... These dreams just keep getting hotter.

E

The previous night's dream...

Damon poured whiskey into a glass. "From the moment Stefan had his first taste of human blood, he was a different person." he said. "I suppose I should thank him. It's been a hell of a ride. Heh." he shrugged as he downed the contents of the glass.

"Oh, my God. He said he wanted to die." Elena said, her voice shook at Damon's story. "That's why he won't feed. Now I understand why, but..." she started.

"His choice. If he's stupid enough to make it, so be it." Damon shrugged.

"Don't do that. Okay? Don't pretend like you don't care." Elena snapped back as she began to leave to see Stefan.

"Where are you going?" Damon called out. "Elena...wait." he vamp-sped over to Elena and grabbed her by the arm.

"I need to talk to Stefan." she said, frowning at him holding her arm.

Damon shook his head and put his finger to his lips to signal for her to be quiet. "Come with me." he mouthed silently as he turned to walk away. Elena deliberated for a moment before following him as he led her to an upstairs room she'd never seen before, which she assumed to be Damon's bedroom.

Elena turned around to take in her surroundings, the walls were a dark wood paneling, similar to the rest of the house, a large open fireplace and full length windows dominated the room. The furniture was minimal, consisting of a nightstand, a dresser, a leather chair, a mirror, a large painting and a large flat screen TV on the wall. There was a beautiful, large en-suite bathroom, which was open plan, containing a huge shower and large tub. The center of the bedroom was dominated by the large wooden four poster bed covered in cream cotton sheets, which surprised her as she'd expected black or red silk from Damon, not that she'd ever really put a great deal of thought into the matter. The room was a unique blend of old and new, light and dark, masculine yet beautiful, very stylish and very Damon.

"I'm guessing this is not what you expected?" he asked as she continued to look around the beautiful room.

"Not really no." she replied. "I don't know what I expected. I've never really given it much thought." Elena admitted before deciding to change the subject. "So why have you brought me here?" she asked folding her arms.

"I didn't want Stefan to hear the rest of our conversation." Damon told her. "I'm being...sensitive to his needs." he added sarcastically as Elena rolled her eyes.

Elena sighed. "Go on." she said. "Why are you so angry with Stefan making you a vampire?" she asked. "The way I see it is he loved you so much, he couldn't bear to be without his brother." she frowned.

"I never wanted to be a vampire." Damon explained. "I wanted to be with Katherine, becoming a vampire was the price I had to pay." he told her. "When you turn, emotions are heightened, I was grieving from the death of Katherine, or so I thought." he said. "He obviously loved me so much, that he wanted to subject me to an eternity of loneliness, misery and grief so that he could have 'fun'." Damon sat on the bed as Elena went to sit next to him.

"But..." Elena started.

"Would you do that to Jeremy if he didn't want it?" Damon asked, interrupting her, as Elena's eyes widened with horror at the suggestion.

"No." she replied in a small voice as Damon raised his eyebrows, she realized he'd made his point.

"So I decided, if I was going to have to spend an eternity of misery, I might as well take Stefan down with me." he shrugged.

"But you like being a vampire." Elena furrowed her brow.

"Elena, I was a soldier in a brutal war." Damon told her. "I'd seen enough death and carnage to last a lifetime, I didn't want to be a vampire." he insisted. "I didn't want to be a monster."

"I don't get it." Elena replied. "If you were so against it, why do you kill people?" she frowned.

"I didn't want to become a monster Elena. But when we turn, we change, and I couldn't pretend to be anything else." Damon explained. "For the first forty eight years, I lived in the shadows, all alone. Let me rephrase that, I existed." he told her. "My goal was to get Katherine out of the tomb after Emily had finally revealed to me Katherine was still alive. Stefan and I parted ways not long after we turned. His humanity was off and he was a monster. I still had my humanity, I was still me, although a slightly more pissed off version." he shrugged as Elena smiled slightly at the comment.

"So what made you change?" Elena asked, curious to get to know Damon a little more.

"I'd stayed totally faithful to Katherine." Damon said. "I never looked at another woman other than to feed." he told her. "Then I met a vampire who showed me how to...enjoy the perks of vampirism." he smirked.

"You never..." Elena's eyes were wide open with shock. Her knowledge of Damon suggested not only was he a ruthless killer, but a serial womanizer, everything he was telling her contradicted what she knew about him. "I can't believe anyone would stay..." she nodded her head, not wanting to use the word celibate. "...that way for so long." she added.

"You mean faithful? Celibate?" Damon smirked as Elena blushed. "I was of the old fashioned mindset that when you love someone, cheating isn't an option." he said.

"So, whoever you are destined to spend eternity with, is going to be a lucky woman." Elena joked. "She'd never have to worry about you cheating on her." she smiled, however suddenly Bonnie's prophesy from the back to school party in the woods, just after she'd met Stefan, the words echoing through her mind. Bonnie had told Elena her future was a man, a crow and fog, in other words Damon, she knew he once was able to control a crow. If Bonnie was right, this was the man she was destined to spend the rest of her life with, not Stefan. It then suddenly occurred to Elena that the bed they were currently sitting on would be the bed she would share with the man sat next to her, the bed they would share when they made love. The thought of them together like that suddenly and unexpectedly warmed her insides, prompting her to run her hands over the luxury cotton sheets.

The thought also reminded Elena, that after she and Damon had danced at the pageant, she had become increasingly aware of Bonnie's prophesy. The connection between them was definitely there, and Elena did find Damon insanely attractive, even if he was an ass most of the time. Elena also knew he had an incredible body after she'd seen him strutting around practically naked in front of her before the bachelor auction. Deep down Elena knew waking up every morning to see his face wouldn't be something she would complain about if she and Stefan weren't meant to be, but only if Damon changed his ways. The mere possibility of her running her hands over the body which had been haunting her thoughts on a daily basis, was something she was practically looking forward to. The thought of them sharing this bed suddenly sent her heart racing and heat flooded the pit of her stomach, signaling her arousal.

"You okay Elena?" Damon asked narrowing his eyes as Elena blushed.

"So what changed?" Elena asked, trying to concentrate on their conversation as she crossed her legs, hoping it would help, but the crotch of her jeans just caused more friction against her nub and made her feel even more turned on than before.

"When you're a vampire, you have to feed. And I was taught to feed a new way." Damon told her. "Seduction and feeding go hand in hand." he said, eyeing Elena up and down. "Unless of course you're Stefan." he shrugged. "Let's just say, she changed my perception of being a vampire and was a great teacher." he sighed wistfully with a grin on his face.

"Well I'm glad Stefan made you turn." Elena said boldly. "I'd never have met you otherwise." she smiled at him, expecting him to take her comment as a compliment, however she never expected him to do what he did next. One moment Elena was sat on the bed, then next she was lying down, Damon hovering above her, his face fully vamped out in a menacing manner.

"I'm sure those who have seen this face may disagree." he growled. "They saw a monster."

Elena, however was more startled by how stunning his blue eyes looked. She raised her hand to touch his face, first the veins around his eyes, but her target was something she'd never dare try with Stefan. She wanted to touch his fangs, to know exactly how sharp they were. Damon looked at her in confusion as she examined his face, her fingers tenderly touching the veins around his eyes first, then they moved down to his mouth. Damon's face was almost statuesque with shock, she suspected he'd hope he was going to scare her, but in fact he'd done the opposite. Elena's mind had already been wondering what it would be like looking up to Damon's face as they lay together, although she never expected him to be vamped-out. Regardless, Damon was still beautiful, even with his vampire features. Their position only heightening the feeling between her legs, her heart felt like it was thumping like a freight train, and was going to leave her chest at any point. She just hoped Damon didn't know, or if he did, he thought it was fear, because her arousal, combined with curiosity and knowledge of what would possibly transpire between her and Damon, meant Elena was feeling not only bold, but no longer in control of her sexual desires.

Making her way down Damon's face, her fingers finally found their destination, his fangs. Elena looked at him, asking a silent permission for her to touch them. He frowned at first, but nodded his head slightly, giving her the go ahead, as she began to examine them. They were perfectly white, yet the fangs were much smaller than how they were portrayed in fiction. Larger than human canine's but still fairly small. Elena dragged her finger along the tip of one, trying to judge how sharp they were. Although she'd felt Stefan's fangs in her wrist, he hadn't been in full control which had made it painful, Elena had wondered if that was just because of how Stefan was, or whether that was normal.

As Elena's fingertip left Damon's fang, he looked up at her, his face took on the appearance of high alert before looking back at her finger. Elena hadn't noticed any pain, yet his tooth had pierced her skin and a line of red appeared along her finger. Elena looked to Damon and nodded, giving him silent permission to taste it. Damon allowed his vampire features to disappear before he took her finger and gently placed it in his mouth, closed his eyes and began to gently suck away the blood. The sensation of Damon's tongue against Elena's finger only further increased Elena's heart rate and her arousal, she relaxed as her legs parted slightly and inadvertently moaned with pleasure, causing Damon's eyes to snap open.

Damon let Elena's finger drop from his mouth, whilst her legs parted ever so slightly more as he leaned down to her ear. "You know I'd never intentionally hurt you don't you?" he whispered as he pulled his head back and looked at her softly whilst Elena could barely remove her gaze from his lips.

"I know." she replied softly, managing to look him in the eyes before her gaze drifted once more to his lips, her one burning desire was to kiss him, but she wasn't sure if he felt the same until she raised her eyes back to his and saw the expression of wonder of his face.

Damon lowered his body closer to hers, their hips only a couple of inches apart. "You're not scared of me are you?" he said quietly, more in a statement like fashion than a question, before narrowing his eyes. Elena shook her head, there was no point in lying. She knew her panties were already wet with arousal, and he was a vampire with heightened senses, meaning he probably knew she was turned on. Elena let her eyes return to his, desperate to know if she was right and the feelings were mutual. As soon as their eyes met, Elena wasn't disappointed. His eyes were filled with desire, yet he seemed in no rush to make a move, if anything he was preventing himself from taking this any further.

Deciding to take matters into her own hands and provoke some reaction from him, Elena lifted her hips from the bed to meet his, the fabric of their jeans brushing ever so gently together, however if she were to use his erection as a clue, it was enough to make it clear to Elena that Damon was just as turned on by the situation as she was. His reaction didn't disappoint as his breath hitched at the contact. Damon slowly lowered himself closer to her as Elena parted her legs even further to let him close the gap. Suddenly, Damon laced his fingers through her and pushed her arms above her head, his body practically encasing hers as their noses almost touched, causing Elena to lick her lips in anticipation.

"You're playing with fire Elena." Damon warned her in a low seductive voice whilst his eyes concentrated on her lips.

"I know." was all Elena could say, her arousal now so intense it was becoming uncomfortable, realizing she had to do something about it one way or the other. Either Damon was going to have to help her or she'd go to Stefan's room and do it herself, she just hoped it wouldn't resort to the latter option.

Feeling brave yet desperate, Elena lifted her head and latched her teeth onto Damon's bottom lip and tugged on it, causing Damon's eyes to roll into the back of his head, clarifying to Elena he wanted it just as much as she did, however she suspected he was as conflicted as she was.

"I'll warn you one more time Elena." Damon kept his voice low. "When little girls play with fire, they need to be prepared to get burned." he lowered his head to her neck. "I'm not Stefan, I don't play nice." he whispered into her ear, as she felt his hot breath over her neck, causing her to shudder with desire. This time when he pulled back up, she knew he was giving her one last chance to leave.

"I'll risk it." Elena breathed heavily. "Burn me!" she whispered as Damon stared at her for a moment, before he crashed his lips against hers.

Elena opened her mouth to give him full access, as their tongue's fought a desperate battle for dominance. Damon let Elena's hands go as he ran one hand down her body and hooked it behind her knee before wrapping her leg around his waist, allowing Elena to feel the erection through Damon's jeans more prominently, prompting her to grind her hips against his to add friction, causing her to moan with pleasure. Damon pulled away and removed his jacket and sweater, revealing his pale white chest, before returning to their kiss.

Deciding she wanted to be in charge, Elena rolled them over and sat up, straddling Damon's hips whilst she removed her top. She was just about to remove her bra when Damon shook his head.

"My job." he smirked as sat up and put his arms around her and pulled her in tight, unclipping her lacy red bra, whilst they continued to devour one another. Damon removed the offending item and threw it across the room. "God you're beautiful." he murmured into their kiss as he cupped her breast in his hand.

Damon began to lather kisses all along Elena's jawline as he continued to massage her breast with his hand. In the meantime Elena began to circle her hips, increasing the friction between them and add to the throbbing ache between her legs. As Damon's mouth moved down to her neck, he licked a line up her jugular before scraping his blunt teeth following the wet path, sending jolts of heat to Elena's core, as the danger element of what Damon could do to her kicked in. Yet instead of scaring her, it just made her want him even more. He made his way down her neck until his lips and tongue met her breast, where he sucked her nipples so gently, she barely felt a thing, whilst at the same time he gently scraped his fingers down her back, causing her to shiver. Suddenly he increased the pressure of his actions with his tongue as he circled her areola before taking her nipple into his mouth whilst pinching the other, causing it to pebble.

Elena gasped at the sensation of his clearly talented tongue and mouth whilst he switched breast. "Oh yes..." she moaned.

Damon stopped and looked up at her. "Do you trust me?" he asked as Elena nodded, it was too late to stop now and frankly she was too turned on to not continue.

"Yes." she replied as Damon unfastened her jeans before rolling them over and pulling them off, as well as removing her remaining underwear, socks and boots. Elena wasn't alone in her nakedness for long as Damon had removed the rest of his own clothes at vamp-speed, revealing an erection which almost caused Elena's jaw to drop. He wasn't just big, but his member was just as gorgeous as the rest of him, which wasn't a thought that had ever crossed her mind when she'd seen Matt's and Stefan's.

Damon climbed back onto the bed and hovered above her as Elena slipped her hand between them and took his solid length in her hand, wiping the pre-cum around the head and began to pump it as she simultaneously rubbed her core up against it, gyrating her hips, desperate for some friction. A moan of pleasure escaped Damon's mouth before he tried to regain some sense of composure.

Taking her hand in his, he laced his fingers through hers and shook his head. "Not yet." Damon told her. "I won't last long enough for you to enjoy it." he smirked as he continued to climb up the bed and over her, his manhood passing over her face. Unable to resist it, Elena licked the tip, earning her a hiss from Damon as he finally positioned himself, leaned up against the headboard with pillows underneath his back and around him, as Elena turned over to look at him quizzically. Damon simply beckoned her over with his finger as she followed his instructions and scuttled up the bed until she was straddling his hips once more before Damon kissed her stomach, sending heat pooling into her her stomach.

"Where do you want me?" Elena asked, her voice almost a whisper.

"I want you to put your hands on the headboard." Damon instructed her as she did as she was told before Damon took her by surprise and lifted her up and positioning her so that her knees were balanced on the pillows surrounding him and her dripping wet core was positioned directly facing his mouth.

Elena placed one hand on the headboard before looking down at Damon as she ran her fingers through his hair, her core in desperate need for his mouth and fingers to relieve the heated ache that was growing inside her. She placed her other hand on the headboard as Damon had instructed whilst he traced his finger down her slit, causing Elena to nearly collapse with pleasure, prompting her to hold onto the headboard with both hands as Damon had instructed. Elena looked down in anticipation of what Damon was going to do. This was a first for her, she'd heard about it being good from Caroline, yet neither Matt nor Stefan had shown any inclination of wanting to put their mouth's on her. Under normal circumstances, Elena suspected she'd feel slightly embarrassed by this, yet right now, she'd never felt so turned on in her entire life, so much so it was borderline painful, meaning she didn't care what Damon did, as long as he brought her to her release. Damon must have known what she wanted as he teasingly placed languid kisses over her skin around the top of her thighs until his mouth was closing in on her core, where she desperately needed his lips, his tongue, his fingers and most importantly she needed him.

Damon spread Elena's legs a little further apart as he replaced his finger with his tongue, licking up the line of her slit, tracing the outline of her folds before pulling them apart, swirling his tongue inside her labia, almost driving Elena to brink. He must have know it wouldn't be quite enough as he blew into her dripping wet core, sending shock waves through her body. However it was nothing compared to the feeling of his tongue circling the edges of her entrance of her core. Eventually he slid his tongue inside and began to fuck her with his ever so talented mouth and tongue, whilst he simultaneously, yet ever so gently, massaged her nub with his thumb. Elena nearly screamed at the physical response she had, a heady combination of relief and her desperate need for more. The ache inside Elena's core was now throbbing to bursting point, due to being so turned on.

"Oh yes..oh yes..more, please." she begged as Damon dragged his tongue up her labia once more. "Oh my god...Damon." she cried as Damon inserted two fingers inside her and latched his mouth onto her swollen clit, swirling his tongue before he began to suck on the tiny bundle of nerves, whilst he began to pump his fingers in and out of her. The heat that had been pooling inside her stomach boiled over as white hot spasms began to take over Elena's body. "Fuck...yes..." she cried as the orgasm hit her with a ferocity she hadn't expected, causing her to arch her back, whilst she held on tightly to the headboard until he slowed down his thrusting hand before placing them on her hips and pulling her down over his length and impaling her still contracting core onto his length. "Oh fuck...Damon..." she moaned as she felt him fill her to the hilt. He hadn't been gentle, but she appreciated his forcefulness as she was so wet the intrusion was almost a welcome relief.

"God you're so tight and wet." Damon moaned as his eyes rolled back into his head with pleasure, before he lifted her hips and pulled her down once more, this time he thrust his own up into her, just to increase the sensation of fullness before settling into a rhythm. Damon kissed her as he began to fondle her breasts with one hand and guide her hips with the other, thrusting into her in sync with her movements, increasing the intensity and pleasure.

Elena desperately wanted to touch Damon's body, he was the only man who could possibly pull of a pale white chest and make it look incredibly sexy. She noticed the tiny traces of hair around his nipples, but she kept her hands in place as he'd instructed, needing them to help her balance. Which, she quickly realized, she was going to need even more as she felt the telltale signs of another orgasm building up.

Damon must have known what she needed from the sounds of her panting and moaning, his hand switched focus from her breasts to her clit as he began to gently massage it, increasing the heat running through her core almost to boiling point. Elena rested her forehead against Damon's, as she looked down into his ocean blue eyes, which looked back at her adoringly.

"Come for me." Damon whispered to her, it wasn't a demand, he was begging her. Gone was his trademark smirk, his cocky arrogant attitude. Instead it was replaced by a look which was that of someone who was in love. Although Elena knew it was impossible, there was no way Damon could have feelings for her, it made her heart swell and triggered something inside her because her orgasm suddenly ripped through her body, red hot spasms flowing through her core as she could barely control herself.

Elena threw her head back and screamed with pleasure, her back arching before she let go of the headboard. Damon instinctively knew what she needed as he sat up close to her, their naked bodies flush together as they wrapped their arms around each other, her body shook with the intensity of her orgasm, whilst Damon gently rocked her to allow her to recover.

Eventually Elena's orgasm subsided and she looked down at Damon who was smiling at her with an almost boyish smile, looking like a little boy who'd gotten exactly what he'd wanted for Christmas. She kissed him, her hair falling around them, providing a curtain, hiding them in their own private little bubble, before resting her forehead against his once more as she suddenly realized he was still fully erect inside her.

"You okay?" he asked as Elena nodded as he lifted her hips from his shaft. "Good. Now turn to face the headboard again." Damon instructed her huskily, as Elena followed his instructions, although she wasn't sure how much more she could take, her legs were already like jello.

Damon moved behind her on the bed and pulled her hips towards him, forcing Elena into a position where her arms were out straight in front of her, holding the headboard, whilst on her knees, her back lined up horizontally as Damon gently pushed his member inside of her from behind. "Ahhh." she moaned with pleasure as she felt his length fill her completely, penetrating her deeper than she'd ever known was possible.

"Is that good?" Damon asked as Elena nodded at her newly discovered position. Both Stefan and Matt had never been more adventurous with her than missionary, only now was she discovering that sex was far more than that.

"Yes." she panted, deciding that not only was it good, but this could possibly be her new found favorite position.

Placing his hands on her hips, Damon began to thrust, slowly at first, sending waves of pleasure up Elena's spine before he began to up the pace. Elena felt the heat pooling in her core once more as Damon again seemed to know exactly what she needed as he moved one of his hands underneath her and found her clit, which he began to work his magical fingers on her.

"Harder." Elena moaned, pleasure beginning to take over her body once more as Damon upped the pace and force of his thrusting even more. Once again, her core felt like it was on fire. She'd never experienced anything like this before, this would be her third orgasm in succession, she wasn't sure how much more she could take, but clearly Damon was prepared to help her find out.

"God you're beautiful." Damon moaned, as he moved her hair to one side and kissed her back whilst increasing the pace of his thrusting.

The heat in her core exploded like a volcano. "Oh my god...Damon...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, before pulling out, turning her around, and pushing her back down on the bed. He hovered above her as he inserted himself inside her and began thrusting once more, this time more gently whilst Elena gyrated her hips in sync with his to increase the friction between them.

This time however, it was different. The pace was slower, he was more gentle whilst his hand ghosted down her body, as he placed his hand behind her knee and wrapped one leg around his waist. They both moaned in unison as he pushed deeper inside her before he kissed her. The kiss itself was different, it was just as passionate, yet at the same time, she felt that sense of love and strangely a sensation of being home. In his arms, she was capable of doing anything. It then hit her, this wasn't just sex, he was making love to her in such a way she never knew could be so good, passionate and loving.

Elena raked her fingers through Damon's hair, with one hand, and explored his chest with the other, pinching his nipple and causing him to moan with pleasure. The sound of him moaning into their kiss was her undoing. Once more, heat pooled in her stomach, the telltale signs of a potential fourth orgasm looming.

Damon pulled away from the kiss. "I can't hold on much longer Elena." he panted as he slid his hands between them and began to massage her nub, causing her head to spin as her body felt like it was on fire.

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

"Oh fuck...Elena..." Damon cried out, his face scrunching up in the agonizing pleasure of his own orgasm as Elena felt him come inside of her. Damon's body shuddered for a few moments as they clung to each other as if their lives depended on it, both panting hard from the exertion and pleasure combined. Damon's head momentarily collapsed on Elena's shoulder as he kissed her neck before pulling back up to look at her, whilst his member softened inside her.

"That was unbelievable." Elena panted, as she closed her eyes in satisfaction before opening them once more to look at Damon. However when she opened them, all she saw was her own empty bedroom.

Disappointed, Elena sighed and ran her hand through her hair. "Not again." she growled feeling frustrated.

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