AN: You guys have been awesome! Happy reading! :D

Chapter dedicated to LL. This is for you, for the meantime. :)

"But where's the fun in that... Bennett?"

Damon smiled languorously at her, that sexy expression on his face highly infectious. "I knew I could get your attention with that sex book." He trailed his fingers down the column of perfect abs, and slid an entire hand inside his dark jeans. He looked like he gave himself a squeeze because he groaned in relief, but he withdrew his hand again. "You've got no choice but to watch me, baby."

Bonnie found it hard to avert her eyes from the picturesque physique of this self-absorbed sex maniac.

MUST PROCREATE.

Bird brain, Bonnie reminded herself in panic. That was the bird brain talking.

"Animism can be so much fun, right?" Damon snickered and plopped down on the bed. "I know I've had my viewing pleasure of you, Bonnie…" He winked at her. "So consider this my gift to you."

Bonnie felt like she was in heat, but somehow, she's got the feeling like he wasn't even talking to her anymore, because he continued to rambled on.

Wait, what?

He actually stalked her before?

"As fun as that was, it's also fun talking to you like this, Little B," Damon said, his tone happy and resigned. "You're not batty –although there's this possibility you're furious in there, but at least you're not too vocal about it. Ha!" He chuckles to himself, and his voice is bordering sleepy now. "Ah, Bonnie… there are times when I just…" His left arm covered his eyes, his right hand creeping its way back to his trousers. "As much as we argue about everything…" By now, his breath had become deep, a bit labored. "You actually listen to me. It's like we just bicker for the audience…"

And I thought E… Katherine was the attention whore. Bonnie tried to keep her eyes away from the way he's making the tent in his pants even larger by the second. Effort failed; she was glued to it like a chocolate addiction before her period.

"Mmmm…" he moaned. "But it's always fun to get on your nerves…" Damon kept his gaze on the ceiling now, clearly deep in concentration. His voice was a bit breathless too. "No wonder… you're using all that anger to… express all your sexual frustrations for me…"

Now there's the Damon I know.

Damon grumbled, quickening his pace. "But you don't know me, Bonnie. Not all of me." Then he pulled out the thick, seemingly angry phallus from its confinement.

Bonnie felt like she died a little. Was Damon really doing this for her? She's dazed when he starts shifting his fingers up and down the inches of his manhood, over velvety skin and veins…

"Scared of my big bird, Bonnie?" Damon asked with half-lidded eyes, reverting his eyes back to the cage. He bit his lip and growled.

Bonnie tweeted helplessly as Damon's hand began to move lightning speed.

MUST PROCREATE.

Bonnie was almost tempted to turn away. Almost...

After reaching what he thought was his much deserved climax, Damon lazily got up from the bed to go to the bathroom, only to spot the Little Bird resting her head against her fluffy chest. He briefly wondered if a bird could self love itself to sleep. Finally clean, Damon returned to his miniature slave. He traced the golden linings of the cage. "Oh, Bonnie..."

"Hmm, is that what I think it is?" Stefan's voice interrupted the post-masturbation silence.

"Go away."

The new presence in the room instantly awakened Bonnie. Only a while ago, all she could see and think about was Damon's love meat in his hands that she probably fainted in ecstasy... or she was too full to actually do anything else. From what it looked like, Damon was still half naked, but he was caught up in an argument with his brother. Surprise, surprise. Now she has to listen to this like she hasn't had enough of it already...

"You actually named the bird 'Bonnie' too?" Stefan teased, the expression on his face a mixture of amusement and affection. "Now that's priceless."

"What I do with my bird is none of your business," Damon said, standing up, clenching his fists.

OK, maybe this was the type of argument she wanted to listen to...

"And I thought I was the voyeur…"

"You just want to snack on my new pet, you pathetic excuse of a vampire."

Stefan merely lifted a brow. "Wait till Bonnie hears about this."

"Don't you dare," Damon warned seriously, his expression fierce.

Then it dawned on Bonnie. What, Damon didn't know? Then he was just pretending it was her to get off...? What the...? She swallowed nervously, her thread of a throat cackling in disappointment. She tuned out the childish banter between the brothers and she tweeted in surprise when Damon zoomed in front of her, grabbed the cage from the end table albeit cautiously, and brought her to Stefan. He shoved the cage on Stefan's chest, and as Bonnie gazed at Damon, she saw the flash of sadness on his features, but the prideful dick chose his open loathe for Stefan instead of keeping her.

"You can have it back, you sick fuck!" Damon barks angrily and slammed the door close on their faces.

"I don't want the fucking bird…" Stefan tried, but the door didn't look like it was going to open soon. He rolled his eyes and brought the cage back to his room. He headed for the window and opened it. Before he opened the cage to free the green bird, he peered closer for a moment and saw that the little thing was trembling in fear. Pity was suddenly painted all over his face. "Sorry for frightening you," he apologized. "My brother has always been the childish one. He hates getting caught."

In the meantime, Bonnie was bewildered. Thoughts of Damon and his rock hard member, her name, her situation, twirled inside her head. She couldn't get over any of it. The more she remembered the way he arched his hips while breathing her name, the sadder she felt that he didn't really know it was her. Why she was disappointed she tried to blame on her ego...

SEEDS.

I'm hungry. Damn.

FOOD.

"You're a strange one," Stefan voiced out, unknowingly saying the same thing Damon did a while back. "Wait a second... Bonnie." He gave her a lopsided smile and disappeared.

The door was still closed, so Bonnie assumed he left through the window. To her surprise, after about 30 seconds of starvation, Stefan returned, and in a blink of an eye, her cage was filled with berries. The hunger that consumed her was simply overwhelming. She tweeted her thanks to Stefan and started pecking on the reds and blues.

SWEET JESUS.

No wonder Elena loves you so much.

"I knew you'd love 'em," Stefan said, then dragged a chair towards the window to watch her eat. "You know... I actually bought this cage for Damon before we turned. He always had an obsession with birds."

BLUEBERRIES!

"But I never really got to give it to him, well, because a bitch named Katherine got in the way."

Aww, Bonnie mused. Stefan sure loved to talk. Oh, is that a motherfucking cherry?

"When we were younger, I always thought Damon felt like a cage bird. He had this urge to fly, but didn't know how." Stefan's shoulders sagged. "And with what's happening with Elena, I feel we're... drifting apart even more."

Stefan and his endless dramatical tirades. Bonnie mentally rolled her eyes. Why can't they admit it? They love the chase. They love the drama. I'm a bird and I don't think I can ever eat an earthworm.

"You know, Bonnie..." Stefan said. "Damon isn't all bad. He's actually a nice guy. Just give him a chance..."

Maybe he was talking to himself, but Bonnie feels like Stefan was talking to her as well.

"He'll be a great owner, you'll see," he continued, his voice encouraging.

OK, that went well. So her secret was still safe. Shit. Bonnie looked at the lock of the cage. Why did they lock it? Did her wisdom reflect on her bird persona that they thought she would escape? Paranoid, controlling blood-suckers.

"But for now... You'll realize I'm the better man."

Everything was always a competition with these two, Bonnie thought. She expected Stefan to give her more berries or change her water supply, but once again, she's left to be a breathless bird, gaping helplessly at the transpiring scene before her.

Stefan leaned back against the chair, shivered a little when the soft breeze blew in, unzipped his pants, and pulled out another intimidating bird.

Oh dear lord…

AN: Sorry guys, for the double whammy of Salvatores jacking off, but boys will be boys. :D Haha. Anyway, if the Bamon part was confusing, apparently, Damon was just 'pretending' it was Bonnie. Hmm. I'm not going to make this series into a Dragon Ball Z episode where an hour of happening transpires in 10 episodes. Hopefully, we can stretch this into a maximum of 5-6 chappies. :D THANK YOU AGAIN! Do feed the writer some love. ;) Till the next update!