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Chapter Two: Lying

"I've missed you," she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck, pecking his cheek lightly.

"I've missed you, too," he whispered, closing his eyes. "I'm sorry I haven't been around lately. It's just...Damon..."

She stopped him. "No, I completely understand. He came by earlier you know..."

"And?" Stefan prodded.

"Apologized," she finished.

"Damon...apologized? For what?"

"Honestly, I thought you would've sent him. It was for when he almost attacked me the other day. Oh, and he apologized for killing Jeremy, too."

"Weird..." he muttered.

"Yeah..." she agreed before sliding her hands down his chest. "So, did you maybe want to go out and get a bite to eat, or...?"

"Actually," he started, smirking at her, "I was thinking, we could stay in..." He kissed her cheek, sliding his lips down to where her neck met her shoulder.

"I think we should," she smiled, moving to unbutton his shirt.

He kissed her, quickly pushing her backwards until they both fell onto her bed. His hands stroked her stomach as they pushed her shirt all the way off of her. She helped him shrug his shirt off of his shoulders and she rid him of his jeans.

Before either knew it, they were fully naked.

"Stefan...you feel...so good," Elena moaned, leaning her cheek against his.

"Gah," he buried his face in the crook of her neck, "you're amazing." The words vibrated along her neck, sending shivers up and down her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him deeper inside of her.

"Stefan," she breathed, "I'm so close..." she stated as she felt the familiar tingling in the pit of her stomach.

"Me too, baby," he replied, covering her lips with his own as he sped up his pace. He felt her walls closing in around him and he panted against her neck. She came with a loud moan of his name, dragging her nails down from his shoulders along his torso.

"Mmkathrmm..."

Elena's eyes popped open. "What?" she panted out.

"Hmm?" he replied, sleepily.

"What did you say?" she tried again.

"I...I don't think they were actual words," he smiled lazily.

She forced a smile back as he rolled off to her side, wrapping his arms around her waist. She could swear he said Katherine. Or she could just be really paranoid. She shrugged it off to her ears playing tricks on her as she cuddled up to his side, drifting into a quiet slumber.

He couldn't stand it anymore. He'd been trying so hard to block it all out: the moaning, the scraping of the furniture along the hardwood floors, the popping of buttons, and the smacking of lips. Curse super-hearing. It was making him physically sick. The worst part of it all was that he never knew who it was going to be, Katherine or Elena. Stefan definitely kept him guessing.

He walked through the front door, slamming it shut behind him. He passed by the sofa where the secret couple were making out aggressively.

Gag.

"Isn't Elena supposed to be on her way?" Damn asked the couple.

"She should be here any second," Katherine growled against Stefan's neck from her place in his lap.

"And you two decided to do this here and now to ensure that she finds out?"

Stefan gripped Katherine's thighs and lifted her off of him despite her whine in protest, depositing her on the sofa.

"I actually wanted to talk to you about that, Damon," Stefan started, walking towards his brother.

"What do you mean?" Damon asked confused.

"When Elena gets here, can you tell her I had...something to do?" he winked at his brother, nodding his head in Katherine's direction.

"I'm not participating in your disgusting affair, especially when Elena is the victim here," Damon shouted.

"You're not participating in my affair, and please, don't call it that."

Damon looked bewildered. "Really? You're an idiot. This," he emphasized, directing his open hand to Katherine and then Stefan himself, "is an affair. This is the definition of adultery. Normally, I'd be all for multiple women, but not when the one getting hurt is Elena. She deserves better than this. She deserves better than you."

"Then why don't you just tell her about me, Katherine and our affair?" he questioned in an equally loud tone, fingers curving as he put the word affair in air quotes.

"Because I shouldn't have to," he emphasized forcefully. "I shouldn't have to be the one to break her heart because you're being a jackass. You should," Damon announced. "Have fun screwing your manipulative whore," he growled, narrowing his eyes at Katherine, while he turned to leave.

"I love you, too, Damon," Katherine called back with a smirk slipping onto her face.

Before Damon could come up with a smart-ass reply, the couple sped upstairs, a door slamming roughly in the distance. Damon sighed and hung his head. Elena needed to know, but he couldn't do it. He didn't understand what the hell had gotten into his brother. His normally cool-headed, smart thinking brother had flown out the window and been replaced with a lying, cheating, son of a bitch, for once in the longest time, leaving Damon to be the responsible one.

A knock vibrated the front door. Damon got up off the lounge chair and walked grimly towards it. He knew who it was going to be and he was for once not excited to see her.

"Damon. Hi," Elena let a small smile grace her lips, "Is Stefan ready to go?"

"Uh..." Moment of Truth, Damon. "Something...came up, and he had to take care of it." He cringed at the irony of his statement. "He told me to tell you he was really, really sorry..."

"Oh."

He could see her shoulders fall and her excitement quickly deflate. His heart sank down to his stomach.

"Can I...maybe come in anyway?" she asked, her voice small.

He heard something upstairs crash to the floor, vibrating the ceiling above them ever so slightly. "Actually–"

"What was that?" She cut him off.

"What was what? I didn't hear anything." He quickly stated, shoving her further out the front door. "As I was going to say, actually, I think you and I should go out somewhere. If Stefan's going to ruin your plans, the least I could do it keep you company tonight," he smiled, his often seen charm shining through.

"Damon...I don't know. I mean..."

"Elena, please?" He batted his almost silver eyes at her. "Can't we just...be friends? Play some pool at The Grill or take a walk through the park?"

"You want to take a walk through the park?" she asked incredulously.

He paused. "Okay, so I wanna play pool. We'll hit the park next time," he lied.

"I didn't know you enjoyed long walks through the park. Yeah," she decided quickly, "I might have to hold you to that someday." She smiled before turning to leave. He neglected to follow her. "Aren't we playing pool?" she called from over her shoulder.

His face lit up ever so slightly, "Yeah...yeah I guess so." He quickly walked to catch up with her, hopping in the front seat of her car.

One brother's loss is another brother's gain. Damon thought to himself, looking up at Stefan's bedroom window as Elena drove off.