A/N: This took a little longer than I anticipated but I was stuck writing and re-writing it. It's been a while since I've written the smutty stuff, so bear with me. I sound like a broken record, but thanks again to everyone adding this story to their alerts and myself to their favourite authors/story and double thanks to those who are taking the time to write me comments and reviews. It really means so much. With that said, here's part five.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of The Vampire Diaries or the show itself. This is just fiction purely for fan entertainment. I do however own the ideas and most of the plotlines of the story. Please don't take them.

Chapter Five: Regret?

Damon walked into the main living room and a frown appeared on his face.

"Katherine..." he greeted, sullenly, moving around the sofa she was sitting on.

"I've been waiting for you, Damon," she stated with a smile.

He let out a loud, sarcastic chuckle. "Oh, Katherine. If only you'd realize that I don't look forward to seeing you."

She stood up and walked towards him. "Oh, come on Damon. We all know that deep down inside of you," she emphasized by poking him in the chest, "you still want me." She smirked and turned away from him.

He repeated his sarcastic laugh. "Oh, of course I do, Katherine. I just...I can't live without you! And you're with Stefan now, and it just breaks my heart!" He played, sarcastically, flipping his hand against his forehead in fake distress.

She turned back around to face him. "Laugh all you want, but I know the truth." She walked towards him, standing only a few centimetres away. "You're still in love with me," she insisted.

Damon looked her straight in the eye but didn't say a word.

Elena knocked on the door of the Salvatore mansion. "Stefan?" she called out against the wood. She got no reply. "Damon?" she tried, her voice a little louder. She checked the doorknob, knowing anyway that it would turn and open the door without resistance.

She stepped over the threshold and let herself into the dim hallway. She looked around and listened for any sound of movement. "Stefan?" she tried again. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. Where the hell was everybody?

"Katherine...get out of my face," Damon spat.

"No."

"Katherine," he threatened, his voice tense.

She shoved him against the back of the sofa and stood between his legs, pressing herself against him. "I want you, Damon." She stated, her eyes focusing intently on his.

"You just said a few weeks ago how it was Stefan, Katherine. You can't play around with me like you do with him. I'm not stupid, and I know that you're lying. So get off me, and just go back to fucking with Stefan."

She smiled as she gripped his cheeks and pulled his mouth down to hers.

Elena's heels clicked quietly along the hardwood floors as she started checking rooms for either of the boys. She stopped abruptly when she walked into the living room and saw Damon kissing Katherine. Her jaw dropped involuntarily as her feet shuffled to a stop. She saw Damon open his eyes and they landed right on her. His eyebrows shot up as well as his arms as he moved to shove Katherine off of him. Before he could say a word, Elena was out of the room. He heard the heels of her boots clicking down the hall back to the front door and he growled.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he questioned Katherine angrily as he rushed to follow Elena.

Katherine was left alone in the living room, smirking at her accomplishment.

Damon sped outside and stood at the driver's window of Elena's car. She'd fastened her seatbelt and turned the key before noticing him. She looked up at him but drove away before he could get a word out.

She got home frustrated, for a number of reasons. First of all, why was Katherine in their house? She thought all three of them shared a mutual hatred for her. Obviously, leading to point two, Damon felt something for her and was willing to go for it. Third, why didn't Damon just tell her? Yeah, she'd be mad but, now she was furious that he'd jumped around the point and never told her the truth. But mainly, none of those things mattered. What mattered was that she was hurt, but she shouldn't be. She shouldn't care that Damon was with Katherine. That was none of her business. She was with Stefan and Damon could do whatever the hell he wanted with whoever the hell he could find.

She unlocked the front door and stepped inside. She called out for Jeremy and Jenna but got no reply. It was late, she was tired and she was alone. Definitely time to go to bed and forget about today. She kicked off her boots and shuffled her feet up the stairs. She got to her room and nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Damon, you've got to stop sneaking into my house," she announced angrily, slamming her door shut behind her.

He stood from her bed and rushed towards her.

"Elena...what you saw," he started frantically. She cut him off.

"Damon, it's none of my business." She started to walk away from him. "You and Katherine," she emphasized angrily, "can do whatever you guys want to. I'm not getting involved." She peeled off her cardigan and laid it on her desk chair.

"No, that's just it Elena. I–"

"Damon," she cut him off again, "I don't want to hear it."

He sighed. "You're mad."

"Of course I'm mad!" she shouted, turning around to face him. "Why wouldn't you tell me something like this?" she questioned, contradicting her previous statement knowingly, her voice resonating the sadness mixed with anger that she felt.

"I thought you just said that it was none of your business," he stated.

"Yeah...yeah, that's what I said, but I mean...we're friends. Aren't we, Damon?" He nodded. "And I mean...something like this...I'd want to know."

"Elena, I know that's not the real reason that you're mad."

"What?" she asked, her eyes widening slightly, her heart speeding up its beat.

"Elena...I know that it might be confusing for you...and that you might be scared, but I feel the same way."

She looked puzzled, so he continued as he stepped closer to her, invading her personal space.

"Elena, I'm in love with you. And I know you're in love with me, too!" She shook her head quickly, stumbling back a few steps. He reached out and gripped her arms, pulling her back to him.

"No," she murmured.

"Yes, Elena. Why else would you be this angry? Just...let yourself feel for once. Be honest with me and mostly with yourself. I know this is what you want."

"No," she insisted, "no, Damon. It's not what I want. I love Stefan. I'm with Stefan and–"

"HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT YOU!" he shouted, a lot louder than he should have.

Her eyebrows furrowed and a frown appeared on her face.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, "it's just...Elena, please listen to me. I'm in love with you. I have been for the longest time. Please..." He leaned closer to her slowly, his lips inching closer to hers, giving her time to run away.

She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable. His lips pressed softly, yet firmly against hers, his hands removing themselves from her arms and placing themselves on her cheeks. He pulled away slightly, hearing her sigh.

"Elena," he started. "I'm not with Katherine. She kissed me. Believe me...I want nothing to do with her." Elena opened her eyes and looked up at him. The sincerity in his voice and the sadness in his eyes had her believing him in a second. She reached up to grip at his neck and she pulled him down to her, kissing him of her own free will.

His eyes closed slowly, his lips responding to hers. She ran her tongue along his lips and he silently allowed her entrance into his mouth. His hands fell to her hips as their tongues caressed each other's. He pushed her backwards, the backs of her legs hitting the foot of her bed. She frantically reached for the buttons on his shirt and she tugged them out of their holes. He shoved at her tank top, his fingers attempting to rip it from her body. He smirked as she shoved his hands away and pulled it off herself.

He grabbed at her thighs, picking her up easily and dropping her hastily on the bed before tugging at his jeans. He climbed on top of her, his hurried kisses running down her collarbone and across her shoulder.

Neither said a word as the final remnants of clothing were stripped from their bodies.

Damon held himself at her entrance as he looked up at her. She nodded her head slightly and he pushed himself inside her with one quick thrust. Elena moaned loudly at the initial feeling, her eyes closing in response.

It was fast, and nearly right after it has begun they were both almost at their peak.

"Elena..." Damon groaned out. "I've wanted this..." he whispered, "for so long."

She smiled but shook her head and pressed her finger to his lips. "Shhh," she instructed him. Her hands wove themselves into his hair, tugging his face to hers, his cheek pressing against hers. They came together quickly, Damon's body falling to rest on top of hers. Her sated smile fell to a straight face, followed by a frown.

Damon rolled off her and pressed up against her side. He closed his eyes with a smile as he wrapped his arms around her waist, his lips leaving a soft kiss at the side of her neck.

She felt him slowly fall asleep and when he did, she let the first of her tears fall down her face.