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It's A Boy Girl Thing
Ch 5. No Means No
While in detention, Damon contemplates his choices of who he could go to that would sleep with Elena with no questions asked, and then brag about it to everyone he knows afterwards...This is purely for revenge. Damon isn't even thinking of the actual act of sex, but the payback he's getting on Elena for breaking up with Rebekah. She'll never be able to top him taking her virginity away from her. Not only that, but she'll be losing Stefan, too. It's the perfect revenge. Elena will be begging for mercy in the morning.
The problem is, he can't think of anyone. Every male possibility he considers he ends up turning down for some reason or another. He's sure he could get Klaus to sleep with Elena, and that would piss Stefan off, but he'd never be able to look at Klaus in the face again. So if it can't be a friend, then it has to be someone he's not friends with...But who?
"All right delinquents," Mr. Tanner announces, "You are free to go. It may be asking too much of you, but try and stay out of trouble."
Damon rolls his eyes, gathers up his things, and heads for the exit door.
"Hey, Elena," Tyler greets with a flirtatious grin as he crosses paths with Elena, "What's up? You look...really hot today."
Hmm...Damon ponders, Tyler Lockwood. It could work. Stefan and Tyler are rivals on the football team, and he's showing obvious interest in Elena's new look. It would make Stefan almost as mad to find out Elena slept with Tyler as it would if he learned it were Damon.
"Why, thank you, Tyler," Damon returns the smile and bats Elena's long, thick eyelashes in his direction.
"You are welcome," Tyler winks. "So what did Stefan think about it?"
"He wasn't thrilled, but I'm just trying to have some fun," Damon says with a mischievous smirk that is not very Elena-like.
"Yeah, Stefan is so..." Tyler tries to play it cool.
"Boring?" Damon fills in.
Tyler laughs, clearly surprised at that answer. "Whoa, tell me how you really feel!"
Damon giggles and squeezes Tyler's forearm. He asks in a foreward manner, "Hey, what are you doing tonight?"
"Nothing yet," Tyler replies. "Did you want to do something?"
"Yes," Damon replies, thinking to himself, Hook. Line. Sinker. That was easy. "How about I come over your place? Nine o'clock?"
Tyler blinks a few times, unsure how to answer at first, but after his brain has time to digest what just happened...Elena Gilbert wants to come over! He quickly agrees, "That sounds perfect. And it's our lucky night; my parents are away for the weekend." He knows Elena is with Stefan, but he's not stupid. She's sending him signals, and he's reading them loud and clear. If Stefan isn't giving her something, and she wants to get it from Tyler, he is all over that.
Damon grins like a cheshire cat. "That is perfect."
'Elena' and Tyler split off at the parking lot, Tyler getting into his car, and Elena in hers. Damon wonders for a moment what Elena is doing in his body right now, but then he pushes the thought aside. He has to get home and figure out what to wear to Tyler's later. And sneak some alcohol so he can get a little buzz on first. There's no way he'll be doing this sober. He hopes he won't run into Stefan right away...and reminds himself to think of an excuse for why they can no longer hang out. He almost forgot he promised Stefan sex tonight, too. That was never going to happen, though. He'll just have to lie and tell Stefan he's still feeling sick.
At the Gilbert house, Jeremy warns his sister upon her arrival, "Mom's going to be home soon. You better change out of...that."
"Thanks little bro," Damon mutters as he runs past Jeremy up the stairs and into Elena's bedroom. He starts looking in the closet for something to wear on the night Elena Gilbert loses her virginity.
Meanwhile, in the house next door, Elena had just finished the whole tub of chocolate fudge brownie ice cream, and completed one full romantic comedy. Unfortunately, in her state of mind she wasn't finding the comedy part very funny. And the romance part was just sad because she was in the same house as her boyfriend this very minute and could do nothing about it, being stuck in the body of his loathesome step-brother. She decides it's time for dinner, preferrably something carb-filled, and then more ice cream. Or brownies. Or cookie dough. Mmm, anything to stuff in her mouth that is sweet and will help her forget her sad, pathetic life...
Downstairs, Elena is relieved to find Stefan is not home anymore, and Giuseppe is still at work. Only Isobel is home, also in the kitchen scouring for food. She ignores Damon's presence at first, but soon takes notice to his unusually mopey and depressed mood.
"Is something wrong, Damon?" Isobel asks, hoping not to be snapped at by her step-son.
Elena isn't sure of Damon's relationship with his step-mother, but she knows Stefan dislikes him, and Giuseppe is obviously not too fond of his son, so she assumes Isobel feels the same. Does she really care if something is wrong with Damon, or is she only making conversation because it is awkward to be in the same room and say nothing? Elena sighs, "It's nothing. There's nothing to eat."
Isobel doesn't believe the answer, but she smiles and agrees, "I was just saying the same thing to myself. Want to order a pizza? I was going to ask Stefan, but he went out." She opens the drawer beneath the microwave for the stack of take-out menus.
Elena looks through them and suggests, "Ooh, what about Italian? I could go for some stuffed shells with meatballs and Italian bread...and chocolate cake for dessert."
Isobel laughs and teases, "Are you on your period, Damon?"
Elena realizes it is something she'd choose when close to her period, or depressed, which is why she is currently craving these comfort foods. "No..." Elena admits, "Today sucked." Isobel cocks her head to the side questioningly, "I broke up with my girlfriend. And, yesterday I broke my guitar. I'm not having a good week."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Isobel says genuinely. "That does sound like a pretty shitty week." She stares curiously at Damon, wondering if she's been wrong about him. Maybe he's always so moody and indifferent because Giuseppe and Stefan treat him like the odd one in the family. She should never have allowed the rivalry between Stefan and Damon go on for so long. "Let's order Italian. They have cheesecake too. What do you think? Should I get two slices of each?"
"Cheesecake? Yes, oh yes," Elena's eyes widen and she smiles back at Isobel. I love this woman! Elena thinks, She's almost like my mom, but cooler.
After placing the order, Isobel sits down at the kitchen table with Damon, and asks him what happened with his girlfriend. She used to have talks with Stefan about things like this all the time, but lately Stefan hasn't wanted to talk to his mom about his problems. She hadn't realized how much she missed it until Damon opened up to her. After hearing the Elena-fied version of the story, Isobel asks curiously, "Well if you broke up with her because you didn't feel that it was right, why are you feeling so miserable over it?"
Elena talked herself into a trap with that one. "I don't know. I guess I'm just confused."
"Guess so." Isobel, being a pyschologist, suggests, "You'll figure it out in time. Don't rush it. I think a lot of times teenagers feel like they have to have their whole life mapped out before the end of their Senior Year of high school, but it's not true. You have plenty of time. Everything will fall into place."
Elena wonders what advice Isobel would be giving if she knew the real problem Elena is having. She'd probably just think Damon was crazy, which might not necessarily be a bad thing. He kind of deserves it after everything he's put her through today.
Stefan arrives before the food, effectively ruining the relaxing atmosphere. He seems a bit jealous seeing Damon spend time with his mom. By the time the delivery guy shows up, Elena is ready to go back upstairs. She takes her food and dessert upstairs and locks herself back inside Damon's room. She really is starting to resent the way Stefan is treating her, and hopes to be out of Damon's body soon because it's hard seeing someone she possibly loves look at her with such hate-filled eyes. Elena resumes stuffing her face and watching miserable, romantic movies until she's ready to go to bed.
At promptly 9 o'clock, Damon arrives at the Lockwood household in an itty bitty, black dress. He couldn't find any alcohol at the Gilbert house to snatch, so he's really anxious for Tyler to answer and pour him a damn drink. Now that he's...here...he's finding that he's a little nervous. But he's not backing down. No way. Elena deserves this.
"Hey," Tyler smiles as he answers the door. He appears to have just gotten out of the shower, freshly shaven, and smelling strongly of cologne. "Come on in."
"Thanks," Damon says, following Tyler into the living room. Getting right to the point, Damon asks, "Do you have anything to drink?"
"Of course," Tyler says with a confident smile, "Come take a look."
Damon chooses something strong, and insists on mixing it himself. He gulps it down quickly and pours another.
"Wow," Tyler compliments, "I've never seen a chick drink like that before. You're something else, Elena." He stalks over to the couch Damon perched on, almost like a tiger to its prey, and sits down close. He drapes an arm over Elena's bare shoulder.
Damon laughs nervously, "That I am..." He takes a long gulp, relishing in the burning sensation the alcohol makes as it slides down his throat. He hopes it sets in with the numbing feeling soon.
"I blew off Caroline tonight," Tyler reveals, "Just to hang out with you."
Caroline? Damon has no idea what Tyler is talking about. Is he with Caroline? Wait, no fucking way. That's just priceless. Tyler is not only a rival of Stefan, but dating Caroline, one of Elena's best friends? And he's still trying to get with Elena? He's got some nerve...Then again, Damon seduced the entire student body with that outfit today, and Tyler is a hormonal teenage boy. It doesn't take much to talk them into doing something stupid. They have a good enough time getting themselves into trouble without the help of someone else's influence.
While Damon is still trying to figure out the situation he's gotten himself - well, Elena- into, Tyler swoops in to make the first move. He places kisses on Elena's neck, trailing his way up to her jaw, and her cheek, and then her lips. Damon tastes the vodka on Tyler's tongue as he pokes his tongue into Elena's mouth. Damon instinctively pushes him away.
"What's wrong?" Tyler asks, craving more of Elena's sweet lips, and dying to touch her body...
"I-I..." Damon stutters, "I just don't think we should do this...here."
"Okay," Tyler nods, "Yeah, uh, let's go up to the master bedroom." He waggles his eyebrows in what he thinks is a seductive manner, before scooping Elena up and carrying her to the stairs. Once in the master bedroom, which is clearly Mr. and Mrs. Lockwood's room, he places Elena on the bed and pulls off his shirt in one elaborate motion.
Damon scans Tyler's chest disinterestedly. He's relieved Tyler didn't rip his pants off yet. Damon doesn't know if he can do this. Just seeing a little bit of skin is making him think to the next step, and the next step, and oh God, he's going to be sick. What am I doing? He thinks to himself as Tyler runs his hands up Elena's body, squeezing her breasts through the tight black dress, This is so gay!
Tyler reaches around Elena's shoulders to the zipper on the back of the dress. "Let's take this off...Need some help?"
As Tyler leans against him, Damon can feel Tyler's hard-on pressing into his side. Damon jerks away from Tyler's body from the contact yet again. This time he exclaims, "Shit! I-I have to pee."
"Right now?" Tyler asks, obviously a bit annoyed.
"Yeah," Damon insists, pushing Tyler even further away from him, "Yeah, I can feel it, I have to go now." He gets up from the bed and starts towards the door, "So you can just...get undressed, and-and...don't start without me. I'll be right back."
He flashes a hopefully-convincing smile in Tyler's direction before bolting down the hallway, hopping down the stairs two at a time, and flinging open the door. He hears Tyler yell, "Hey, Elena! Where are you going?" But he doesn't listen. He keeps running until he reaches the driver's side door of Elena's car. He is not letting Tyler Lockwood fuck him tonight, Elena's body or not. It's just not happening. He doesn't know why he thought he could ever let a dude get it on with him in this chick body. It's still his mind! And his mind is most definitely not turned on by penises and man chests and-and all that homosexual business. This was a bad idea. Damon speeds away from the Lockwood residence, wishing to never speak of this night again.
The weird thing is, that no matter how much he'd like to not think about it, he can't. Even after he changes into pajamas and climbs into bed with the TV on, he's still thinking about how he almost slept with Tyler Lockwood to get revenge on Elena. That would've been the worst thing he's ever done. There. He admitted it to himself. Maybe now he'll be able to let it go. It's not like people expect much more out of him. But that's exactly it. It's not his reputation; it's Elena's reputation. Elena would never do something so self-destructive. What would she gain from sleeping with Tyler Lockwood? Absolutely nothing. She'd be losing much more than it's worth. She'd lose Stefan and Caroline.
At nearly four in the morning, Elena is fast asleep in Damon's bed, having a very good dream. In it, she's in her own body, no recollection of the traumatizing Damon-body-swap experience. She is with Stefan, who is as suave and handsome as always, and he's just gotten through with telling her how much he loves her. Elena couldn't be happier to hear it, and she confesses that she loves him too. Stefan kisses her romantically, sweeping her off her feet and carrying her bridal-style to his bedroom. He gently lowers her to the bed, lips still suctioned firmly on hers, his tongue mixing magically with her own. Elena is in heaven.
Stefan's hands feel like electric sparks running across her skin. Soon, her shirt is on the floor, followed close by his, and then their pants. He unhooks her bra and peels off her panties, stationing himself between her legs and assuring her he's going to make her feel amazing. She believes him. He lowers his lips to her skin, kissing her lightly on her inner thighs. He keeps teasing her until she is begging for him to put his mouth exactly where she wants it.
Right when he's about to place his tongue to her clit, she hears something...
"That's it, baby, I knew you wanted me."
That didn't sound like Stefan, Elena notes subconsciously. No. It didn't. It sounded like a female voice.
When Stefan's tongue begins to swirl around her clitoris, she notices it doesn't feel like she thought it was going to. It feels different...
"Mmm, yeah baby, you're so hard for me."
Hard? Strange female voice say what? Elena can feel her mind start to pull free from the dream. Stefan doesn't seem as real or feel as real as he did before the ominous voice interrupted her dream. She isn't entirely awake, but she can feel her senses coming to. She recalls that she is in Damon's body, can tell now that this body isn't hers. She feels the warmth of the blankets over her legs, but her middle and chest feel cool. Did she fall asleep without a shirt on? No...
Suddenly, she feels a tug...like a tug on her...nether region. Another constricting squeeze has an involuntary moan pushing its way up Elena's throat. Her sex dream just turned into a real-life sexual act, in Damon's body!
"Ugh, Damon, you're so sexy."
Elena's heart begins beating erratically at the realization of what is happening. Somehow, Rebekah found her way into Damon's room, into Damon's bed, and is groping him in his sleep. Elena starts breathing heavily, and Rebekah takes this as a sign that Damon is really liking what she's doing. It's the exact reaction she was hoping for when she climbed in through his bedroom window after a night of drinking, determined to make him beg for her forgiveness. Rebekah removes her hand from Damon's rock hard member, and Elena is hopeful that Rebekah has given up and is leaving, but Rebekah has other thoughts on her mind. She replaces her hand with her lips, sucking on the tip of Damon's dick, just how he likes it.
Elena's eyes open wide in shock and she reaches out with both hands to grasp the back of Rebekah's head. "Re-be-kah!" She grunts, hating that Damon's stupid body is reacting as if it is still Damon-inhabited. She tries to ask in a steady voice, but it comes out breathy and weak, "What are you doing?"
Rebekah pulls her lips away with a pop and smirks up at Damon, "I'm showing you what you'll be missing if you really break up with me, baby." She flicks her tongue across the sensitive tip of Damon's penis head. "Just sit back and enjoy." She assaults Damon's dick with her mouth once more.
Elena sucks in a breath and bites her lips to keep the moan from creeping up her throat. She is not going to give Rebekah the reaction she wants. And she is not going to let this go any further. It's weird enough that she was just dreaming about having sex with Stefan; now she's got Rebekah attempting to rape her in Damon's body. And if Rebekah being completely naked on the bed isn't a clear indication that she's intending to take it that far, Elena isn't sure what is.
"No," Elena groans, "No-no, Rebekah. You can't do this."
"Shut up, Damon," Rebekah growls. "You are not breaking up with me. You want me. Don't tell me you don't." She crawls up Damon's body, fingernails clawing at the skin on his muscular chest. She presses her naked breasts against his chest as she kisses the sensitive spot beneath his ear.
Elena shakes her head back and forth desperately as Rebekah leans in and covers her mouth over Damon's lips. At the same moment, Elena feels Rebekah's body grinding on his, her hot core way too close to Damon's penis that Elena is anywhere near comfortable with. Elena is so disoriented, like in her mind, she is thinking, What the fuck is going on right now? Oh my God! I'm a chick! I don't want to have sex with another chick with Damon's tool! She gives Rebekah one hard shove to get her off, not meaning to push her so hard, but the action sends her to the floor.
"Rebekah!" Elena shouts, turning over to make sure the blonde girl is all right, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, but I-I...I really can't do this. I'm not-"
"Save it!" Rebekah screeches angrily, picking herself up off the floor and glaring at Damon. "You lost your chance, Damon Salvatore." She pulls on her clothes as she angrily chews him out, "I can't believe I came over here to give you another chance! Ha! Like you deserve it? You never even deserved to be with me in the first place. I am so much better than you. Just remember this, Damon, just remember what you missed out on." She motions towards her perfect C-cup breasts, "All of this!" She pulls on her shirt, flips Damon off, and climbs out the window and down the tree, same way she entered. She yells one last thing to Damon when she gets to the ground, "And your dick isn't even that big! So screw you! Screw you!"
Damon wakes up to the sound of Rebekah yelling. He would recognize her voice anywhere. He sits up with a start and looks around before remembering he's in Elena's body and in Elena's room. He gets up and walks over to the window, looking down to see Rebekah's blonde head moving quickly towards her white SUV in the dark. What was she doing over here? Did she just climb out of the window of his room?
Unable to go back to sleep before getting an answer, Damon picks up Elena's phone from the nightstand and sends a text. Was that Rebekah leaving just now...?
Not even ten seconds later, Elena responds: Fuck off and die, Damon.
Damon blinks at the phone in surprise. He was definitely not expecting Elena to answer so harshly. Although, he shouldn't be expecting her to treat him like everything is sunshine and roses between them. He just ruined her life yesterday at school, and vice versa. But what made her so mad now...? He thinks about it before wondering if Rebekah may have just been trying to make an early morning booty call out of him. That is something that she used to do, back when they were together still, and he was in his body and has his proper junk. Now that 'he' broke up with her, she wouldn't come over for sex. Maybe she came over to kill him in his sleep? She didn't succeed...
Out of curiousity, he sends another text to Elena: Come on, what happened?
Damon waits ten minutes for an answer, but no reply comes. Damon stares across the space between the Gilbert house and his, and tries to search for signs of movement in his room. There is none. The lights are all off, the TV is off, and it's pitch black. Damon stomps his feet impatiently. What is she doing? Why is she not answering him?
He sends another text: Elena?
When she doesn't answer, and twenty minutes go by, Damon decides to do something drastic. He slips into sneakers and opens up Elena's window. The tree Rebekah used to climb into his room is one he's used many, many times as an entrance/escape from his room. He's never used it to swing from his house to Elena's, but how hard can it be? Damon takes a good hold of two sturdy branches, swings forward, and jumps. The tree shakes and groans as the weight of Elena's body pressures the branches, but it holds, and he makes it to the next house. He slides the window up and jumps inside, landing with a thud on his knees.
Elena had been trying to get back to sleep, after literally wanting to crawl out of her skin at the thought of what just ocurred between herself and Rebekah Mikaelson. The last thing she wants is to talk to Damon about it. She sees a body fall gracelessly through the window and she sits up quickly, pulling the blankets up to her chin in case its Rebekah again, not wanting to take 'no' for an answer.
"Why didn't you text me back?" Her own voice asks accusingly from floor.
"Damon?" Elena groans, flicking on the lamp next to the bed. It fills the room in a glow of light and reveals her body dressed in floral printed pajamas, hair rumpled in places like Damon just woke up. "What are you doing?"
"Why was Rebekah here?" Damon asks, ignoring Elena's question since it's obvious why he's here. He wants to know what the fuck is going on. Why does she look pale as a ghost? Why is she so jumpy? Why won't she look him in the eyes?
"I thought I told you to fuck off?" Elena replies, also ignoring Damon's questions. Isn't it obvious she doesn't want to talk about it? She just wants to go back to sleep! For the rest of the weekend!
Damon sighs, hopping on the bed beside Elena. She shifts away from him and grimaces. "What the Hell is wrong with you?"
Elena turns away from Damon and closes her eyes, wishing she could make him go away. That, or give her back her body so that she can go away! "I don't want to talk about it."
"Well I do!" Damon pushes, tugging on Elena's shoulder until she turns back over to face him.
"Your girlfriend raped me," Elena admits bitterly. "I'm going to throw up."
Damon can't help the laugh that sneaks out of his mouth. He asks disbelievingly, "What do you mean she raped you? Like she...she actually-"
"Yeah, she actually came in here and touched me while I was sleeping! I told her to stop and she didn't," Elena repeats impatiently. "And if you want any more details, you can ask her about it yourself! Now go away!"
Normally, Damon thinks he'd laugh hysterically that Elena is freaking out, but after a similar experience with Tyler Lockwood, he understands how she feels completely. He pokes her again and says, "So she didn't actually rape you then? Because you shouldn't say that seriously if you don't mean it..."
"Shut up! I knew you'd make a joke out of this," Elena rolls her eyes impatiently. "Molested then, okay? Better? I'm not giving you details, but I woke up and she was naked and she-she was about to...do it. So I pushed her, and she kinda fell of the bed. And left. Thank God."
"You pushed her out of the bed?" Damon repeats, still not believing what he's hearing.
"How many times do I have to ask you to go away before you listen?" Elena asks. "I hate you. I don't want to be near you. I can't wait for Bonnie to talk to her Grams so she can fix this and I never have to speak to you again. I-"
"Wait, what did you say?" Damon interrupts.
"You said I could talk to Bonnie if we didn't figure anything out, and since you'll probably find some way for her to hate me soon, I decided to do it today," Elena answers, glaring at Damon every second she has to look at him. "I couldn't actually say anything about how we switched bodies or whatever, must be some dumb side-effect of this...whatever this is. We can't talk about it except to each other. How fucking helpful."
"Get to the point, mouthy," Damon pesters impatiently.
"I think Bonnie kind of believed me after I said something about her Grams, and she said she'd talk to her," Elena elaborates, "Her Grams is sort of a witch, so she says."
"And you believe that?"
"I didn't believe I'd ever be inside of your body, but I am, so I'll believe anything that gets us out of this." Elena looks at Damon coldly, "Now, can you please go away? I want to go back to sleep and forget that you exist."
"You're such a bitch," Damon insults.
"I'm a bitch?" Elena asks incredulously. "What the fuck are you then, Damon? You ruined my life. You made me look like a stupid slut. I can never show my face at school and expect to be taken seriously again. And what you did tonight was the worst thing of all. I can't believe you'd do that."
"You ruined my life too," Damon counters. "You broke my guitar!"
Elena is sick of him throwing that in her face when he never let her explain, so she talks over him, "That was an accident! I said I'm sorry; I meant it! I said I'd buy you a new one."
"You made everyone start to question my sexuality, and then you broke up with Rebekah. So..."
Elena realizes he's never going to see it her way. He's never going to understand how much he truly hurt her, how much her life is going to suck after this. It will never be the same. His problems are easily fixable. But he doesn't think so. She tries to hide the fact that she's going to cry by pressing her face into the pillow under her head. She mumbles, "Go. Away. Now."
Damon surprises Elena when he says, "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I didn't sleep with anyone. So, you're still a virgin."
She lifts her face from the pillow and asks cautiously, "Really?"
"Yeah...I couldn't do it. It was too weird." Damon admits with a sheepish smile.
"Oh," Elena says, eyes wide, "Well..." She shrugs and gives him the smallest of smiles, "Thanks. But I'm still mad at you."
"I'm mad at you too," Damon returns with a scowl. Then he says goodnight, well, morning, and climbs back over to Elena's room via the tree outside the window. He might not forgive her, but he thinks they sort of called a half-truce right then. Damon doesn't plan on doing anything else to ruin Elena's life, at least not if she doesn't do anything to ruin his, until after Bonnie talks to her witchy Grams. Damon hopes that before the weekend is up, things will be back to normal.
Review if you laughed:) What do you want to see happen next? I foresee some witchy mishaps in the near future...hmm...