A/N: I love Damon as a dad, don't you? :L Thanks for your reviews - myou guys are epic. :B And in this chapter, Damon's urges are unleashed in more ways than one. ;) Not sure how long it's been since we updated - but he's the next chapter, enjoy. :) You know you want to review. ;o
Chapter 18: Daddy Damon.

**Back home with the child about a month later.**

Romeo was growing fast. Probably faster than a normal child, but not much. He could sit alright, but that was because Stefan insisted on teaching the kid how to, and lately what his brother put his mind to, he accomplished it. And right now, Romeo was sitting on Damon's bed, whilst Damon was reading some kind of a book Stefan told him to read. It was about handling babies or something. Everything would be great, if the child didn't start pulling his hair. He growled quietly but Romeo kept at it. He looked up at him, and Romeo looked back with something that looked like a grin.

"Dada." He mumbled, and Damon froze.

Had he? Just? He grabbed the child and ran downstairs with him to Elena who was sitting on the sofa. He was holding Romeo with his hands outstretched so that there was about a 30 cm distance between him and the child. He looked at Elena, but panicked before speaking.

"He said... dada."

It'd been exactly a month since the most exhausting experience of Elena's entire life and hers, Damon's and Stefan's little bundle of joy was exactly one month old. And, needless to say, Romeo was unlike any other growing baby boy that had ever existed. He picked up things a lot quicker, and though he cried an awful lot like normal babies, his intelligence was greatly beyond what it should be. He was growing too; he wasn't as small as a normal one month old baby. But that didn't bother Elena at all, she loved Romeo just the way he was and even more because of the fact that he was truly unique. Elena leant back into the sofa and opened the book she was holding to the last page she'd read.

She had hardly any time to herself now Romeo had been born, (not that she minded, she'd do anything and everything for that little guy) but the occasional break from him and time to herself was very welcome. And just as her eyes settled upon the words she was reading, Damon was suddenly in front of her holding Romeo. Upon Damon's words, she threw down her book and pulled them both onto the sofa, kissing each of them numerous times before setting her eyes upon her boy.

"Who's a clever boy, Romeo? Who's a clever little baby," she cooed.

Romeo put his hands on either of Elena's cheeks before giving her a kiss, and giggling. Damon watched him.

"He'll be adored when older. Irresistible just like his daddy." Damon smirked, while Romeo looked at him, before putting a finger in his mouth, as if thinking.

Damon raised his eyebrow, just as the child reached for his hair and pulled it again.

"Ouch!" Damon exclaimed. "Tell him to stop, Elena. He's been at it all day, and doesn't listen when i tell him to stop." Damon looked at Elena, pleading.

Elena blinked a couple of times and was a little taken aback by Romeo's sudden kiss but grinned even wider nether the less; Romeo was such a little cutie! And it wasn't even as if she was being biased. As if reading her thoughts, Damon commented on his looks the moment Elena thought of them. She looked at Romeo and laughed.

"Uh huh. I totally agree," she winked before bursting out laughing and Damon's reaction t o Romeo. She looked to the child and smiled softly. "Sweetie, pulling hair hurts daddy. Stop for mummy?" she whispered.

Romeo seemed to think about Elena's words, before patting Damon's hair, and giggling.

"That child is worrying." Damon stated, before rolling his eyes.

Romeo tried to copy him and roll his eyes too, but didn't really succeed. Then Damon burst out laughing but stopped abruptly when Romeo pulled his hair again.

"Heyyy! That's not fair!" He said, frowning rubbing his head where Romeo had pulled his hair.

Elena couldn't keep her eyes off of Romeo right now, which really wasn't much of a shocker because pretty must since he'd first been born Elena hadn't been able to take her eyes off of him when he was in the room. He really was hers, her very own child. Jenna was coming over tomorrow along with Jeremy, of course they didn't approve of her way of life.. If only they knew it was the only way. Romeo's sudden notation Elena laughing, but she pulled Romeo to her and kissed his cheeks.

"I love you little guy!"

Romeo smiled before rubbing his eyes and yawning. Damon tilted his head to the side, before speaking.

"I think he's tired." He stated which was pretty obvious since people normally didn't yawn when they weren't tired.

To say that Damon was protective of the little boy was an understatement. He didn't know how, but if anyone ever came close to hurting Romeo he would rip their heart out, not even stopping to ask any questions. Why would he, when they tried to hurt his son?

Elena cradled the little chap, watching his mouth open and close just as slowly. No one in the world could compare to Romeo. Elena looked to Damon and nodded slightly, her expression suddenly serious. She, Damon and Stefan's priorities were all on the little child and anything said about him was serious. Elena pulled herself off of the sofa, keeping Romeo in his arms and spoke to Damon.

"I'll take him to the cot in our bedroom," she murmured, before turning away and making her way to the stairs.

He nodded and watched her go, before making his way into the kitchen to make some coffee. He was quite tired and Elena probably was too, what with the child in the house now. He made two cups of coffee, before making his way upstairs with them. He walked into the bedroom, making a mental note to paint the doorframe, and put the cups down on the bedside table, before sitting at the edge of the bed.

Romeo easened into her arms smoothly the way he had automatically the very moment she'd first held him that day in the hospital. He was truly the most amazing thing she'd ever saw in her life. And it only made sense that he'd come from the Salvatore's. Elena eventually got to hers and Damon's bedroom and placed the baby neatly in his cot. He didn't even complain, just lied there as she tucked him in. With a soft sigh, she turned away and look over to Damon. She smiled.

Damon looked at Romeo in the cot, and smiled slightly before locking his eyes on Elena. It's a good thing he had her. And Romeo of course. Lately everything seemed unnaturally normal, not that he was going to complain. Mystic Falls was not as dangerous, no vampires seen running around, of course, except for the Salvatore's, and it was weird, since the city was situated exactly where the lay lines met.

Elena swallowed slightly before making her way over to Damon. She glanced over at the coffee and made a mental note to drink that after she'd had some time with Damon. Elena turned to him and placed her hands on his shoulders before leaning down and kissing his forehead.

"Who would've thought we'd get to this, Damon? Defiantly not me, that's for one," she laughed before settling into a small smile.

"I would have never thought I'd have a child. After all, vampires can't procreate. Or.. That's what we believed." He shrugged, and smiled lightly, before placing his hands on her hips, and leaning closer to kiss her.

It was just a light kiss, nevertheless passionate. They haven't had a lot of time alone, for quite a while now, and Damon missed it. Very much, in fact. That could be changed though.

Elena smiled at him.

"Mhmm. I seem to remember that time in the bar in Atlanta pretty clearly," she whispered before leaning close to him and kissing him first softly, but then a little hotter.

The kiss was long and drawn out; Elena's eyes closed and she pressed herself close to him, oh how she'd missed him like this. She pulled herself down to his level and sat, with legs either side of him on his lap.

"What a surprise, I remember that too. You were pretty drunk." He grinned cheekily at her, before pressing his lips against hers again, this time in a rougher passionate kiss, not as innocent as the previous one.

He laid back, pulling her down with him, before moving his hands up her shirt, and smirking against her lips. He was horny, and wanted her, now. And he shall get what he wants, as always of course.

Elena was really kissing Damon right now and she wasn't going to let anything get in the way of it. They hadn't sex in ages, they'd hardly kissed and she more than missed it. Elena's body willingly moved with Damon's as her legs slid firmly to the sides of Damon's hips. She leant her chest into his hands and moaned against his lips; the pounding in her groin increased and she couldn't help but grind herself against him.

Damon moaned, feeling his trousers tighten. That thing again. If he had to be honest, he missed the feeling of having tight trousers, but what he missed more, was getting rid of those trousers. He broke the kiss for a second, and slid off Elena's shirt, before kissing her again, while his hands worked on the bra. It didn't take him long, and the next second the bra was flying across the room to some unknown location.

Elena felt Damon almost instantly harden underneath her body and she couldn't help but smirk. Oh how good it felt to feel his arousal, and his moans.. Hell, they were just something else. Elena didn't have time to pout when Damon broke their kiss because his hands began to work on her shirt. She allowed him to strip her of her clothing on her top half easily and grinned. Her lips caught his again and she wasted no time before her hands were undoing his buttons.

His hands re-discovering her body, he felt every single inch of her skin with his fingertips, merely brushing it, meanwhile his kisses were no were near being as gentle. When he's this horny he doesn't do soft kisses. He likes it rough. And passionate. And that was the way he was kissing her. He left her lips, and placed kisses down her jaw line and down to her neck.

Elena had forgotten how much she loved Damon touching her. Being with his younger brother too and having a young baby to look after didn't leave her much time for herself, but she couldn't think about that right now.. Her mind was completely and utterly passion engrossed. Elena's fingers were soon done with his shirt and she tossed it to the side of his room, not even caring where it went. Her lips moved with his for as long as they were there and her neck arced as she whimpered for him softly.

He moaned against her neck, feeling her skin against his. He slid his hands down to her trousers, and began undoing the button, before pulling them off, along with the underwear. He had no time for games today. No, he had time. But he didn't have the patience. He just wanted to get into her, as soon as possible, and which had to be pretty soon, since his boxers were getting uncomfortable.

Damon's moan against her smooth skin sent a shudder through her entire body; Damon's moans did things to her insides that made her feel insanely good. Elena's hips leaned, giving his hands room to undo her jeans as well as almost tear off her underwear; she rolled under him and let her fingers run through his hair as she moaned out of pure pleasure. They didn't have to hide what they felt for each other anymore - they could just embrace it.

He pulled his own trousers and boxers off, and sent them flying across the room. One thrust and he was in her. God, he missed that. He leant down and pressed his lips to hers, whilst he pushed building up the speed gradually, although he was not as soft and careful as Stefan always was during the whole act. He preferred the rough sex. It was much more fun and pleasure.

In all happened so fast then, and for that fact Elena was glad. She'd been almost begging for him to be inside of her again for weeks now, maybe even months. The moment his lips slammed against hers, her lips instantly responded and each set was soon dancing in an intense battle of passion. Elena's hands raked through his thick raven hair as she continued to move with him.

He moaned against her lips; while his hands moved down to give her chest some more attention. His thrusts were rough and quick, but the pleasure was sending him off the edge.

"Elena.." He moaned again. Skin against skin, there was nothing else in this world that had the ability to turn him on as much as Elena did. It was her special kind of talent.

The moment his hands began groping her chest, Elena's own hands shifted down the shaped of his torso until she reached his hips. She held him there over her and dug her fingernails into his flesh, giving him extra jolts of pleasure as they continued to make love to one another. Elena couldn't help but shudder as she heard him moan her name, and in return, she moaned for him, their movements becoming rougher.

He liked her moans. He liked knowing that it was him who makes her moan and give her so much pleasure. That alone, turned him on. He placed some kisses on her neck, and bit it lightly, teasingly, as his hips moved in synchronisation with hers. He wanted to give her the amount of pleasure she gave him, if that ever would be possible.

Elena's breathing was becoming more ragged now, and her heart picked up a few notches, beating so fast she was afraid it'd beat out of her chest. There was no doubt about it, sex with Damon was the best ever. Elena felt his hot lips on her neck and it nearly scent her overboard, and in a fit of passion.. She whispered those sweet words to him.

"Drink from me, Damon. Stop fighting it," she breathed.

It was true; drinking from her was very tempting, whenever she was near.

"Are..." He was about to make sure that she knew what she was saying, but before he could finish his eyes locked on a vein on her neck.

He closed his eyes shut, before kissing that place, and then biting into the vein, quickly as not to cause her any pain. Just pleasure, the one he'd felt once she drank from him. His thrusts never slowing down, he sucked blood out of her.

Danny+Jackie x3