This chapter is for Playwithfire97. No it's not evil to ship Dabekah because, like it or not, they have some incredible chemistry. So hot, in fact, I will never forgive the episode promo that suggested we might be getting some threesome action with Sage. I also have named my muse, hopefully she will be appeased by this and let me get more chapters in before midnight. For those of you who are interested I've gone with Adler, as in Irene. So huge thanks to Adler for the angry hate sex. Points if you get the Irene Adler thing.

Dabekah

Lay where you're laying, don't make a sound
I know they're watching, they're watching

Damon's head was spinning as he shoved the original bitch onto his bed, being yanked roughly down on top of her seconds later. He grabbed fistfuls of blonde hair as their lips crushed together in anger, hatred and lust. He hated the psychotic original bitch; she was spoilt, selfish, petty, needy and extremely shallow. The bad traits of Katherine and Caroline mixed together, a toxic and thoroughly irritating combination. But she was hot and he was drunk. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and tasted the bitter sting of whiskey coating her tongue. She moaned under his body, pushing her naked chest against his. He bit her bottom lip violently and she shoved him underneath her. Rebekah raked her long nails over his chest and he tugged her hair harshly.

His hand snaked south over her breasts and stomach until he reached her already wet slit. He pinched her swollen clit hard and she screamed in pleasure and pain. He grabbed her hips and plunged into her brutally, flipping them over so she was on her back he sealed his hand over her mouth, smothering her desperate moaning. Rebekah arched her back, her thighs tightening around his slim body, she had a thousand years on him and it was noticeable.

Damon buried his face in the pillow next to her golden hair, his eyes screwed shut against what was happening. If he wasn't screwing her he'd be draining some poor human girl and two violent Salvatore's was the last thing that needed adding to a town full to bursting with vampire and hybrids. Fucking a girl he'd like nothing better than to kill was the lesser of two evils, though not by much. It was crazy that he ended up in bed with her, anything would be better, that judgemental little witch or one of Klaus's sexier hybrid minions; some were cute if you avoided the poisonous teeth. He growled to cover a bitter laugh, banging his brother's girl again, doomed to repeat the same fucked-up dance for another century.

His mind wandered to his brother. Was he home yet? Damon and Rebekah had been drinking for a while so he should be. What was he doing if he wasn't in his room brooding? Was he with Elena? Damon's hips sped up as the image of his brother in Elena's arms flooded his mind. His eyes turned red and the veins beneath his eyes protruded, hate pumped through his veins. He hated his brother, hated the originals, hated Elena, hated himself and hated the blond writhing beneath him. He hoped that Stefan was draining a sorority house, ripping up the soft young bodies and hating himself afterwards. He sunk his fangs into Rebekah's soft breast, releasing her lips as she shrieked wildly into the echoing house.

He snarled, pumping his seed deep into her seeing only dark hair and olive skin.

All the commotion, the kiddie like play
Has people talking, talking

He didn't try to hide their night together; he was too busy hiding his broken heart. Elena was hurt, he could see it plainly. Part of him was satisfied, she'd hurt him and his darkest self was glad to have hurt her back. Another part of him began spewing self-hatred again; he wanted to comfort himself and hadn't cared who was damaged in the process.

Rebekah relished in the stir it caused, adored being at the centre of a sensation. Her desperation was sickening, she was begging for Stefan's jealousy. Big surprise, his brother didn't care. He didn't care about keeping Elena alive why would he care about Damon and Rebekah's one night stand? She was just dying to make sure everyone knew. The stupid girls on the cheerleading squad swallowed up the gossip like ambrosia. Not only could Rebekah perform a higher basket toss than Caroline but she'd also slept with the older Salvatore brother which was still seen as a massive achievement.

The Donavon boy had played it cool, either that or he really was that upset about his broken hand. He overheard blondie discussing Rebekah's ridicules behaviour with Bonnie a few days later. It seemed she was so in need of the boy's attention she'd done everything short of dragging Damon over to his house and sucking his dick on the sofa.

Either way she'd ensured that everyone knew every detail of her wild night with the town stud. They were hot gossip and as usual Damon didn't care. Or wouldn't if the football player hadn't decided to serve him as slowly as possible, guess he did care more than he let on.

You, your sex is on fire

It was only a few days before Rebekah was in his bed again. A house full of men was driving her crazy so she was looking for any available distraction. With Elena mad at him and Ric mad on her behalf Damon was happy to work out some of his frustration between her legs. Evil and vindictive but still hot and bitchy, she liked him mean. He was happy to oblige there.

The dark of the alley, the breaking of day
The head while I'm driving, I'm driving

It happened more often than anyone knew; they were almost in a relationship. If they did anything other than hiss insults and fuck roughly. She hated the way he spoke to her and he just hated her in general. They'd made it to his bed only twice, less than a quarter of the times he'd had her in a back alley against cold bricks with her skirt bunched up around her waist.

They'd taken off for a weekend, both needing to escape from all the pressure. Her family was falling apart again and he knew that Stefan had won, there was no point in playing nice anymore, he'd take the edge, the blonde and the sex while his baby brother had all the love he craved so dreadfully.

He needed a distraction and she needed any kind of love, it was easy to pretend they both were getting what they needed from this twisted charade. As long as they didn't speak to each other. She sucked him off as he drove and he pulled into a side road and finished in her ass, roaring with hatred and sadness that they both ignored.

Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying, you're dying

She was violent and angry and had no source of comfort but his relentless pounding. After her Mother had finally died she'd came storming into his home and sent him flying with a strong right hook. He responded with a kick to her stomach. They destroyed the living room and were both bloody and bruised when he found himself pushed against the wall, her small hands wrapped round his cock. He knocked her onto her back and plunged into her as she clawed at his shoulders, tears staining her cheeks. Her fingers clung to him so tightly the skin was white as snow; soft gasping sobs escaped her lips as she drove her pain away.

For once she didn't leave or sleep as far from him as possible. After five more furious painful rounds on the stairs, and in his bed she lay spent. Her forehead rested weakly on his shoulder, his hand on her shoulder. The only closeness either of them would allow.

You, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire

Their lust grew like a sickness, filling them both. A balm to the blackness that circulated in their veins for so many years. The lack of affection, the loneliness. Pure lust and desire replaced everything in the seconds before he thrust into her and she locked her body around him, clinging to the illusion of care that she found nowhere else.

They never made love. It was easier for him to pretend she wasn't there, or to picture Elena calling his name. She accepted this; it was only fair since she was picturing his brother, or her own.

Hot as a fever, rattling bones
I could just taste it, taste it

They were both happy with the situation but it seemed very few other people were. He received a polite warning from Elijah after driving her home and was given a violent demonstration from Kol. He routinely teased his sister for being a strumpet but had a problem with anyone else treated her like a cheap tart.

They got smarter about hiding it but their shared desire only grew fiercer. She resented that her brother's went behind her back rather than talking to her and actually showing some care. Damon, of course, savoured every attempt to aggravate their currant enemies.

Stefan had tried to talk sense into his brother; it simply wasn't smart to have Rebekah in their house every other night. Damon wasn't concerned with anything but his whirlwind affair, he was sick of caring and losing out because of it. Wild abandon was so much more fun.

Despite the spite and bitterness between them neither wanted to see the end. Blinded by the searing flame of want, the future conclusion was invisible to them.

If it's not forever, if it's just tonight
Oh, it's still the greatest, the greatest, the greatest

It wasn't unusual for her to come storming in unannounced and more than once she had been angry or upset. But this time she came in and fell onto the sofa beside him, sobbing hysterically into his chest. "I'm not leaving." She hissed with venom. "I hate my brother! He takes everything that makes me happy."

Damon tried to awkwardly console the distraught girl but she was too distressed to listen. She began whining about prom and high school and Damon rolled his eyes. No wonder her brothers ignored her she's spent a thousand years as a seventeen year old airhead. When she began babbling about the quarterback finally starting to notice he silenced her with a bruising kiss pressing her against the couch.

She took advantage of what would probably be her last night in Mystic Falls. If her brother left she would go with him, she always would, no matter what she was leaving behind. Passion and temporary escape wasn't enough to give up the only person who might genuinely care for her, even if just a little bit.

The night was lost in a haze of flesh on flesh. Both feasting on sensation, clinging to the fragile bond that had somehow formed between them. The sun rose cold and harsh invading the dark room, slicing between their bodies, snapping their brief connection.

It was nearing noon when she slipped away and poured her trembling legs into her discarded jeans leaving her torn top where it lay. "Goodbye Damon." She drawled in the door way. Cold and composed. He didn't move from the bed, only slid his blue eyes over to where she stood.

"See you in a century or two." He smirked as she scoffed and left. He listened to her as she walked down the stairs. He heard her paused at the front door, he wasn't sure she meant for him to hear her final words.

"She'll be yours by then anyway."

He grinned, after a thousand years as a teenager she had to know something.

You, your sex is on fire
And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire

I am fond of Rebekah but I want her with Matt for basically the same reasons I used to like him with Caroline. Huge thank you for Adler for allowing me to post at only half-past twelve. I have named and tamed my darling muse. Hopefully. If anyone wishes to inspire me with suggestions and reviews I would be very grateful.