Author's Note: Well this was fun to write ;D Every chapter is fun to write actually.

Enjoy!

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He took a deep breath to calm himself and the beats of his heart. Was it hot in the room or...? The vampires didn't usually sweat, but he could swear his body was on fire. Damon looked up to the ceiling, realising he wasn't in the living room, but in his own bed. For a moment he regretted that the dream wasn't real, but then he remembered that it was Katherine, and he promised himself he won't fall in her trap again.

''Hot dream?''

He rolled his eyes to the sound of her voice, when she jumped playfully on the bed, pretending to examine the belt of his jeans, tracing her fingers on the metal buckle. He slapped her hand away, feeling like he had a knot in his dry throat. She was still wearing his shirt and nothing more, with only one button keeping it in place.

''How did I end up here?''

''Stefan carried you. He didn't really appreciate you half naked on the couch, passed away.''

''That's not what I meant. What did you to me?''

''I didn't do anything. That's all you.'' Katherine motioned to the bulge in his jeans, hardly holding her malicious smirk.

Damon exhaled loudly, his patience starting to vanish. He grabbed her hair, tugging tight at her curls while throwing her on top of him, trying to intimidate her with his piercing blue eyes. Pointless though, it was the other way around, she was already intimidating without doing anything.

''What did you do to me?''

''Mmm.'' she purred, moving her head forward in attempt to get closer to his lips, but he didn't let her, holding her in place.

''One more move and you'll be the one passed away. For good, I promise you.''

''Let's not make promises we both know you can't keep.'' the brunette retorted, grabbing his hand that was in her hair, twisting his wrist until he groaned in pain, and he withdrew it abruptly.

''Now...'' she continued, bringing both of his hands above his head against his will, pressing herself on him. ''If you ask nicely, I'll tell you.''

''The glass.''

''Hm?''

''The glass.'' he repeated, starting to figure it out by himself. ''You put something in that glass you gave me to drink. But you took a sip from there too. Why didn't it affect you?'' It was a little bit hard to talk and concentrate on his words when her breast brushed against his chest, and her legs were between his. Although it made sense now, why all of sudden, during her foreplay she decided to pour them a drink.
''Congratulations, buzzkiller. Good guess.''

''Why...didn't...it...affect...you?'' he pronounced every word crystal clear, mirroring her smirk, only in a fake way.

''It was a vervain concentration. It doesn't affect me because I've been drinking vervain for the past years. Break news, I'm immune.''

''Of course you are. And all of that just to plant some sick dreams in my head?''

''I didn't plant anything in your head. It wasn't necessary. Sick scenarios with me were already there. I just unlocked them.''

''Busted.'' Damon recognised with a sarcastic voice, trying to throw her off him with all the force he had. And it worked, because she fell on her back, luckily for her on the bed, and it was his turn to pin her hands above her head as rough as he could, until he made sure it hurt enough.

''You know what other sick scenarios I have with you?'' he leant to whisper in her ear, and this time her body tensed against his weight, cold shivers running down her spine.

''I can imagine.''

''No. You can't.''

He got up exactly when the door of his room opened, and a very 'done' Stefan came in, moving his suspicious sight from one to another.

''You do realise that Katherine Pierce is laying in your bed, right?''

''Yeah, Stefan, thank you for letting me know. Couldn't notice her if you didn't bring up what's obvious.'' his brother replied bitterly, going to his closet and putting on a T shirt.

Meanwhile Katherine positioned herself on his bed more comfortable, supporting herself on her elbows, enjoying the show.

''You're welcome. Since when does she get to even stay in our house?''

''Since your brother has been drooling over me, which has been fore...''

''You.'' Damon cut off Katherine hastily, pointing at her accusingly. ''Shut up.''

She frowned, scoffing annoyed.

''Watch your tone before I shut you up. For good. I promise.'' she repeated his words from before with a mischievous grin getting to her feet and shutting the door behind her.

''Charming relationship you two got.'' the younger Salvatore commented, raising his eyebrows shortly at her reaction, coming closer to Damon. ''Now maybe you can explain why is she still here?''

He shrugged with a sigh.

''I don't know. Probably got bored of Elijah.''

''And she came here so you could entertain her?''

''Why, you think you'd do a better job with that?'' he answered with another question, with a not very friendly voice.

''That's not what I meant.'' Stefan defended himself, starting to get worried. Damon was starting to act differently, and not in the best way.

''That's exactly what you meant. You, Elena...Is it that hard to believe that maybe for once someone actually didn't come here for you?''

''Are you hearing yourself? Damon, Katherine's been here for like half an hour and we're already fighting over her. She's not worth it. Don't let her get under your skin. Our main problem is Elena. Or have you forgot that we have her locked in our basement? Emotionless?''

''Do you think I'm stupid or what? I'm working on it.''

''Working on it with Katherine? I can see that.''

''I said I'm working on it. With or without Katherine, that's not your problem.'' the older Salvatore growled, heading to the door. ''And she's not getting under my skin. Will you all stop assuming that?Just because I haven't killed her yet doesn't mean she's safe and sound.''

''I really hope you're right, brother.''

But Stefan had a feeling he wasn't.

And theeere it is! Did you like the little fight between Damon and Stefan? More are coming, but not that soon ;)