TTFN said the Tri-delt.

Rock music was blaring through the speakers in the living room while Damon swayed back and forth, one arm wrapped around a college chick in her underwear, the other holding a bottle of bourbon. Bottles of liquor were covering the tables and floor, most of them empty. Two other women were dancing around him, waving their alcohol around in the air.

Damon trailed his lips up the woman's neck that was grinding her ass on him, before gently sinking his fangs into her. She moaned as her head fell back against his chest and closed her eyes, "How do I taste?" She breathed out as Damon retracted his fangs and licked up any remaining blood that was left on her skin.

He tossed his head back and let out a deep breath, blood was covering his lips and dripping down his chin, "Oh, so much better than your friends." She giggled as he leaned in closer to her ear, "But shh. Don't tell them. They might get jealous."

Suddenly the lights came on and Stefan appeared, intently taking in the scene in front of him. The corner of his lips pulled up into a faint smile as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Damon squinted his eyes at the offending lights and looked up at his younger brother, his arms still wrapped around the woman he was dancing with, "No. Buzzkill Bob." He groaned. He hated the look of judgement on Stefans face, he wasn't doing anything wrong. Somehow, he was able to control his spiraling emotions; no one died, no one got hurt, he was just drinking and trying so hard to forget.

Stefan chuckled as he shut the music off, "Damon, can we talk?" He knew it was a long shot. But he honestly was worried about him.

Damons eyes were barely open when he looked up at him and then he spread his arms, inviting Stefan to join them. When Stefan didn't move, Damon grunted before taking a swig from the bottle in his hand, "You're concerned. I get it. But, I, I'm really okay." He paused and clumsily made his way around the couch to stand in front of his brother, "Really. I'm fine."

Stefan sighed and looked over at the 3 women who were now splayed across the couch, covered in bite marks. "What about them?"

Damon smirked as he glanced over at them, waving his fingers, making them giggle, "They will go back to their dorms with headaches and think they blacked out. We're just having a little fun. Now, if you'll excuse me. I have to attend to my guests. I'm being rude." He whispered the last part before stumbling back over to the couch, throwing himself down in between them. Stefan frowned but he just shook his head, turned the radio back on for them, shut the lights, and left.

..:..TVD..:..TVD..:..TVD..:..TVD..:..

"It's only been like a week Stefan, he needs time. He spent over 100 years waiting for her and loving her, just to find out she didn't even care. I can't begin to imagine what he must be going through." Elena sighed as Stefan paced around in front of her bed, anxiously raking his fingers through his hair.

"I know but, he's unpredictable, Elena. You know that. One little thing could set him off and if that happens, I-"

"It won't happen." Elena angrily interrupted while jumping up off her bed, "He is hurting. He needs to heal. Stop treating him like he did something wrong." She huffed before storming out of her room.

Stefan groaned as he threw himself down on to her bed, draping his arm over his eyes, "God, damnit."

Elena grabbed her keys and hurried out to her car; she knew Stefan was right on some level, but if he kept pestering Damon, he was going to snap. He genuinely wasn't doing anything to hurt anyone, and it did surprise her if she was being honest, but she was trying to have hope. Since she'd met Damon, she watched him do some pretty horrific things. But, as horrible as they were, in his own twisted way, he did most of them for Katherine, for love. She sighed as she started driving over to the Grille to meet up with Caroline for lunch, when her phone rang, interrupting her train of thoughts.

"Hello?" She answered quickly without checking to see who it was. No one responded, she could hear music, but no one was actually speaking. "Hello?!" She called out again, a bit louder. There was some rustling and movement before she faintly heard what sounded like moaning. Her cheeks flushed as she looked at the caller ID, just now realizing it was Damon.

Mmm, you taste so good, I could eat you all up. Damons velvety voice came through the speaker and Elena felt herself heat up at his words. She knew she should hang up, but it was intriguing listening to him and imaging what he looked like in the throes of passion.

Uhh, Damon, you feel amazing, please, don't stop. Harder, please! Now she heard a womans voice, panting and moaning, and Elena had to bite her lip to stifle her own moan.

You like that? What do you need? Hmm. Tell me. Damon purred in a husky voice, he seemed a little clearer now, almost as if he were speaking into the phone. Elena, I know you're listening. He chuckled seductively.

Elena gasped and scrambled to quickly hang up the phone, her heart was beating so hard she felt as if she could faint, "Oh my God."

Her phone rang again, not even a second later, and as expected, it was Damon. She swallowed away her nerves and cleared her throat before answering, "H-Hello?"

"Hello, Elena." He breathed out, making sure to accentuate the sound of every letter in her name. "What are you doing on this fine afternoon?"

Elenas face turned bright red, and she had to take a deep breath to steady her breathing, "I, um," She paused and slapped herself internally for stuttering, "I'm driving to the Grille, on my way to meet Caroline for lunch. H-How are you doing?"

She could literally hear Damons smirk through the phone, "I'm doing great, amazing even." He chuckled. "I was actually about to head to the Grille myself. I guess I'll see you there." And then the line went dead.

Elena flipped her phone closed as she pulled into a parking spot outside the Grille, "Oh boy." She whispered under her breath before hopping out of the car and quickly walking inside.

"Elena! Hey!" Caroline jumped up out of the seat she was in and ran over to give Elena a hug. Elena hugged her back before they both sat down on opposite sides of the table. "Sooo, how's everything been with Stefan? I heard that Damon is driving him crazy because some girl broke his heart or whatever. I really don't know how he deals with him. Or how Damon could even get his heart broken considering he doesn't even have one to begin with." Caroline laughed before taking a sip from her drink.

Elena had to take a deep breath to calm herself down before responding. Of course everyone was making it seem like Damon was the one who did something wrong, I mean it would be kind of hard to explain the real story. Elena sighed and leaned her elbow on the table, resting her cheek against her hand, "Stefan is fine. Stressed as always, but fine. And, Damon, he-"

As his name left her lips, the door to the Grille swung open, and in walked the devil himself, "Here. Ugh. Great." Caroline groaned as she swiftly got up from her seat, glaring at him as he sauntered over to them.

"Caroline. E-l-ena. I heard my name, talking about anything interesting?" He smirked as he wiggled his eyebrows, staring down into Elenas eyes.

Caroline scoffed and rested her hand on her hip, "Hah, yes actually. We were discussing how apparently some girl broke your heart."

Damons eyes shot up towards Caroline as a low growl vibrated through his chest, "Is that so?" He snarled as he took a threatening step in her direction.

Elena jumped up and lightly grabbed his arm, "Hey. Damon. She doesn't know. It's okay." She whispered reassuringly, "Please."

"Doesn't know what? That he's pathetic?" Caroline snapped back at them, staring at Damon with a malicious smile, "I think everyone knows that."

Elena saw Damon clench his jaw as the veins started to appear under his eyes, "Damon. Come on. She not worth it."

Caroline rolled her eyes and grabbed her purse, "I'm out of here. Have fun taking care of him." And then she briskly walked past them, purposely bumping into Damon on her way across the bar.

Damon tightly pressed his eyes shut and took a deep breath before looking down at Elena. She smiled when she saw his eyes were clear again and nodded her head as she gently pulled him with her. He sighed and let her lead him outside but as soon as they were out of sight, in the ally next to the Grille, he grabbed her and pressed her against a brick wall, "God, Elena. Fuck." He growled lowly.

Elena gasped as her back hit the wall and stared up into his eyes. She could feel his body slightly trembling and see his eyes starting to fill with tears. "It's okay, Damon." She said in a soft voice while gently running her fingers down the side of his face.

His lips parted as her fingers traced over them and he swallowed nervously. He shook his head and looked away as a few tears escaped his eyes, growling at himself for showing emotion, "She's right though." He whispered as he aggressively pushed himself away from the wall, "I am pathetic. I just, Katherine, I waited for so long for her, and I never-" He paused as he took a shaky deep breath, "I just don't understand why she didn't look for me, why she let me believe she was stuck in that tomb. I wasted so many years just to-" He stopped and ran his fingers through his hair, he couldn't express himself properly and it was driving him insane.

Elena closed the distance between them and gently grabbed both sides of his face, forcing him to look at her, "You're not pathetic, Damon. What Katherine did to you was horrible." She paused as she wiped the tears from under his eyes. Damon growled and shook her hands off him, turning around to face away from her. "I mean it, Damon. You were-"

"Please, stop! Just, stop doing that." He whispered shakily as he vamped further into the ally. He groaned as more tears spilled from his eyes, "I hate this!" He cried out as he picked up a wooden crate from behind a dumpster and threw it against the brick wall, splintering it into pieces.

Elena jumped as it hit the wall and cautiously made her way over to him. He was still facing away from her, breathing heavily, his body was visibly trembling. "Damon.." Her voice was soft as she lightly placed her hand on his lower back, turning him around towards her. She could feel his body shaking and it broke her heart. Damon gazed down into her eyes; his fangs were showing, and tiny black veins were threading down his cheeks. Elena held his stare as she reached up and tenderly traced her fingers over the veins, making his eyes flutter shut as a low groan rumbled from his chest. "Let me be here for you." She whispered sweetly as she pressed her palm against his cheek.

Damon opened his eyes and stared down at her inquisitively, "Why are you doing this?" He asked. His voice was rough, and she could literally hear the heartbreak and emotion as he spoke. She smiled up at him as she dropped her hand from his face and took a step closer while wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. He froze for a minute, not sure how to react, but that only made her squeeze him tighter. He groaned as his eyes pressed shut again and he let himself be comforted by her as he returned the hug. Elena slowly pulled herself away, still standing close enough where he could feel the warmth from her body, and placed her hand on his chest. He couldn't stop himself from chuckling at how ridiculously cute she was and how much he appreciated her in this moment, "Thank you. Again."

Elena giggled nervously and smiled up at him as she removed her hand from his chest and took a few steps back, "You don't have to thank me, Damon. You're my friend and I care about you."

Damon inwardly cringed when she said he was her friend but masked his emotions with a fake smile. Elena noticed his eyes flash with an unknown emotion, but it was gone so quickly that she couldn't decipher what it was about. "I'm probably going to head home to finish off the bottle of bourbon I have. Caroline ruined any chance of me hanging out inside this shit hole." He chuckled sadly as he pointed towards the Grille; he was still upset about what Caroline had said but was trying his hardest to let it go. Elena nodded in understanding and linked her arm into his as he started walking out of the ally, making him gasp as he looked down into her eyes, "And what is it that you think your doing?" He teasingly asked as she tightened her arm around his.

Elena looked up at him with the cutest smile he had ever seen and lightly shook her head, "You thought you could get rid of me that easily? You're stuck with me, Damon. I'm not letting you go home and drink alone. Besides, we had fun drinking together in Georgia, remember?"

Damon rolled his eyes dramatically as she playfully bumped her hip against his, "How could I forget?"

..:..TVD..:..TVD..:..TVD..:..TVD..:..

Stefan was upstairs in his bedroom, writing in his journal, when he heard noise coming from his living room. He sighed in annoyance, already knowing it was his brother drinking with a plethora of women. He stood up from his desk and marched over to his bedroom door to shut it, when he heard what sounded like Elenas voice.

Come on Damon, if you're drinking, I'm drinking. We already had this discussion! She pleaded, and he heard Damon actually laugh at how she was acting.

I only have bourbon, Elena. The expensive, good, bourbon. I'm not letting it go to waste by you mixing it with soda in a glass or shooting it down with a shot. If you want to drink with me, you are going to drink the way I drink, deal? Damon didn't sound like he was flirting, so that made Stefan calm down a bit. He didn't want to piss him off because he was worried that then he would run off and do something reckless. It seemed that Elena had a good understanding of Damons emotions, and he trusted her. Plus, he was right upstairs, if anything were to go wrong, he would be down there in an instant. Stefan took a calming deep breath as he shut his bedroom door and returned to his desk so he could continue writing.

"So, what? You just drink bourbon slowly? Like, just, sip on it? With nothing else mixed in it?" Elena asked as her nose crinkled from the smell of the glass he just handed her.

Damon smirked as he poured himself a glass and sat next to her on the couch, "That's the only way you can fully enjoy the flavors. You savor every last drop before swallowing it." He wiggled his eyebrows and Elena giggled at the inuendo. She watched as Damon slowly took a sip from his glass, "Mmm." Moaning as he let it sit on his tongue for a moment before he swallowed it down and then licked his lips.

Elena felt her cheeks heat up when he moaned as she remembered the phone call of him and that woman earlier. Damon smiled knowingly and then motioned towards her glass for her to take her first sip, he could hear her heart beating like crazy. She looked down into the amber liquor and then back into his eyes as she nervously brought the glass up to her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut as she tilted her head back and poured the liquor into her mouth. He chuckled lowly when her nose scrunched up as it hit her tongue, but she did what he told her to do, and savored the taste before swallowing it down. Her eyes slowly opened while she licked a drop from her lips, and he couldn't tear his eyes away. Elena felt herself heating up under his intense gaze, his eyes were mesmerizing. She smiled as she put her glass down on the table and cleared her throat, "That wasn't as bad as I thought." She breathed out, trying to relieve some of the tension between them. Damon quickly broke eye contact and then drank the rest of the liquor in his cup in one shot. He glanced over at her and watched in awe as she picked up her glass and did the same thing before handing it to him for a refill, "What? You said I had to drink like you." She giggled as she shrugged her shoulders.

Damon laughed and shook his head as he stood up with both glasses, "Yes. You are right. I did say that." He vamped over to the liquor cart but instead of pouring the bourbon into the glasses he just grabbed the bottle and brought it back over to the couch. "I am going to retract my earlier statement about savoring the flavor. Right now, I just need to get drunk." He smirked before putting the bottle to his lips and taking a long, satisfying, drink. He handed it to Elena as he let out a deep breath and then vamped over to the radio, turning it on, "I know you like to dance." He said cutely as he swayed back and forth to the classic rock song that was on. Elena smiled as she watched him move to the beat and took a few shots from the bottle before standing up to join him. Damon grabbed the bottle from her hands, took a nice big mouthful and then placed it down on the table, "Come on, show me what you got. I know you were a cheerleader so you must have some moves." He teased as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her body closer to his.

Elena felt herself ignite as their bodies began to move together as one, his fingers were pressing into her hip as she started to grind her ass against his groin. He growled low in his throat as his other hand traveled up the side of her body, brushing her hair back and then he ran his lips ever so slightly across the skin of her neck, covering her in goosebumps. "Damon." She breathed out, so quietly that he almost didn't hear her. She pushed her ass back into him even harder as she felt his cock starting to grow and wrapped her arm up around the back of his head, pulling his mouth down to her neck, "Please." She whimpered breathlessly.

Damon groaned as his grip tightened around her waist and his fangs popped down from his gums. He could smell her blood pumping under her skin, but he could also smell her arousal and it was about to break him, "Elena, I, we shouldn't." He gruffly whispered into her ear, sending chills down her spine. Elena dug her fingers into his hair and yanked his mouth over to where she needed him making his cock throb against her ass, "Fuck." He panted before giving into his desires and sinking his fangs into her delicate flesh. He moaned as soon as her blood hit his tongue and his eyes rolled into his head. His fingers ripped into the fabric of her jeans, and he vamped them across the room, colliding with the nearest wall. He had her pressed against it as he thrusted his cock against her ass, her blood was like the strongest aphrodisiac he ever had, and he couldn't control himself. Elena pushed her ass back into him, wiggling her hips back and forth as he continued to dry hump her into the wall. He growled as he forced himself to retract his fangs and slowly ran his tongue over the bite marks, lapping up every last drop of blood. He was panting heavily as he aggressively spun her around to face him and stared down into her eyes, "Why, did you let me do that?" He could barely speak; his mind was in a fog and his cock was still throbbing in need.

Elena gazed at his lips and the up into his eyes, her chest was moving up and down too as she tried to catch her breath, "I, I don't know. I just-" She stopped as his tongue darted out to lick his lips and she swallowed nervously. Her eyes traveled down his body to his groin, and she moaned lowly when she noticed how hard he was. Damons cock twitched at the sound of her moaning, and he leaned both his hands on the wall, trapping her in between them.

"Elena." He growled as he thrusted his hips against her, letting her feel what she was doing to him. He groaned when he smelled her arousal again and couldn't stop himself from leaning down into the crook of her neck, breathing heavily as he continued to thrust into her. Elena ran her hand down his chest and tentatively grabbed his cock over his jeans making him hiss as he bucked forward, "Fuck." She roughly moved her hand up and down as he thrusted into it, "Uhh, yess." He moaned into her neck as he trailed open mouth kisses across it, nibbling on her earlobe.

Elena hooked her other arm around his back and dug her nails into his skin while she popped the button open on his jeans and wrapped her hand around is cock, quickly running it up and down his thick shaft. His legs trembled as she flicked her thumb through the precum squeezed him harder, " Let yourself go, Damon." She whispered seductively.

Damon was panting and moaning into her ear as his body shuddered, "Oh, fuck." He moaned breathlessly, "Let me bite you." He begged as he neared his release. Elena tilted her head to the side, silently giving him permission, before he gently sunk his fangs into her. She scraped her nails down his back, slightly drawing blood, as she started moving her hand faster, making him gasp and spill some blood from his mouth, "Yes, fuck. Elena." He cried out, muffled by her neck as his cock throbbed and shot out strings of hot cum. "Holy shit." He shakily breathed out. She slowly pulled her hand out from his jeans and rested her head back against the wall, with her other arm still wrapped around him, holding his trembling body against her. He took a deep breath as he stood up straight and stared down into her eyes with a lazy smile. She glanced down at his lips before slowly pulling him down to kiss him, sighing happily against him. She broke the kiss a lot quicker than either of them wanted, but she knew she should probably let him clean up. Damon put himself back into his pants and vamped into the kitchen quick for some paper towels.

Elena sighed as she slowly made her way over to the couch and sat down, waiting for him to come back. He returned not even a minute later, all cleaned up as if nothing had happened, and sat down next to her. "Soo" She smiled shyly as she looked over at him, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear.

Damon chuckled as he slid closer to her and gently grabbed both sides of her face, staring into her eyes with an emotion she wasn't used to seeing from him. His lips parted as he thought of what to say, but suddenly he was nervous too. He sighed as he went to drop his hands, but she quickly placed her hands over his and then leaned in, tenderly kissing his lips. "Mmm" He moaned as her tongue darted out, ask and ing for permission explore his mouth. He eagerly let her, and the kiss quickly went from tender and sweet to needy and sexual. Their tongues battled for dominance as Elena threw her leg over his lap, straddling him on the co uch, and started grinding her hips down into him, "Mmm, fuck."

Elena ran her fingers up into his hair and lightly tugged on it, pulling him impossibly close to her. Her lungs were on fire as she fought for air, but she didn't care, all she cared about was Damon. He groaned as his cock was once again throbbing in his jeans, and abruptly flipped them over, pushing her down into the couch. She finally broke the kiss so that she co to uld breathe, and he started kissing down her body, over her clothes, teasing her nipples as he bit through her bra. Her body arched up into him as he reached the waistband of her jeans, "Please." She breathlessly pleaded.

Damon glanced up at her as he unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pulled them down her legs, kissing the exposed skin as it appeared. He ran his tongue over her panties, growling as her taste seeped through, and then eagerly tore them off with his teeth, "I need to taste you." And before she could respond he spread her pussy with his fingers and dove in with his mouth, sucking and licking at her clit making her body jolt as she cried out in pleasure, "Damon!"

Stefan heard Elena scream his name and jumped up from his desk, bolting out of his room and down the stairs in a panic, "Elena! Are you okay?" He yelled as he vamped into the living room, stopping short at the scene in front of him. Elenas body was arched off the couch with his older brothers mouth between her legs and her fingers tangled in his hair. He growled loudly as the veins appeared under his eyes, and Damon instantly shot up from what he was doing.

"Oh God! Stefan!" Elena panicked as she scrambled to pull her jeans up. "I'm sorry!" She screamed as Stefan vamped across the room and grabbed her by the throat, pinning her against the wall.