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Chapter Seven

Hands Around My Throat

After Stefan magicked them back home, the three of them stood outside Bonnie's house, just long enough for the quiet to irk them all.

"Sleepover?" Elena asked, only Bonnie had spoken at the same time.

"Stefan and I are gonna go have sex now." The small witch said, blushing wildly, green eyes flush with embarrassment.

"It had to happen eventually, I suppose..." Elena sighed, turning on her heels and walking off into the dark.

"Elen-"

"Literally what the fuck is going to happen to me?" The succubus sang over her shoulder, skipping away.

"I'm not gonna get used to that." Bonnie murmured, eyes still trailing after her friend.

"Her skipping off into the dark like a serial killer, or you choosing to spend time with me instead of her?" Stefan teased. Bonnie's eyes turned onto him and she quirked her mouth to the side.

"It's not a you-or-her thing, per say, it's just, I know what to do with my hands when I'm in her company-"

"Don't remind me-"

"Listen to what I'm actually saying," Bonnie said, pulling him closer by the waist until they stood toe to toe. "Having sex with you, in theory, is literally all I can think about, but, when I'm in front of you...I..." Her eyes left his face and dropped down to his mouth, and he tipped her chin back up with a finger, closing the rest of the space between them.

"Ditto." He said, leaning in to kiss her.

Bonnie intercepted the usual sweetness of their kisses, pushing her body against his, balancing on the balls of her feet as she slipped her tongue into his mouth.

"When you said now?" Stefan mumbled around their kissing.

"I meant like five minutes ago," Bonnie laughed, kissing him again.

Torn between moving up the stairs of her porch into her house, to access any one of the softer surfaces in Bonnie's house and the texture of her tongue on his, Stefan's breathing caught when her hands slipped into the space between his skin and the band of his underwear.

He felt her hands roam as his teeth snagged on her bottom lip, from his ass, to his torso, the deep etch into his muscle, leading to his -

"Okay, wait, I can't think-" Stefan said, pulling away, "I'm about to embarrass the both of us in front of your neighbours, let's go inside?"

"Teleport us." Bonnie dared him, and he felt a sensation bloom in his chest at the sight of her; mouth swollen, eyes glittering, chest heaving.

A smirk moved the side of his mouth as he leaned in to kiss her again, and turned them to a fine mist, their eyes opening as he nudged Bonnie backwards, over the threshold of her bedroom.

Waving a hand over the buttons of his shirt, undoing them, he lifted his hands to cup her face as he kissed her.

Kissed her to say thank you for still being able to kiss her, even after everything she'd learned.

Kissed her to say sorry for what happened to her best friend, and to promise it would never happen again.

Kissed her to say he wanted to spend the rest of his life kissing her, if she'd let him.

"Woah-" Bonnie inhaled, having felt his magic leave a tingle on her lips.

"Sorry, I just...really mean it." Stefan said bashfully.

"I like it, it's warm." Bonnie complimented. "And I know what you're trying to say, too. So, thank you for that."

"Sure," he said easily. "I love you." Trailing a thumb over the seam of her bottom lip. She went up on her toes and ran her nose past his, smiling when their lips ghosted past one another.

"Show me." She whispered, pulling away from him as he leaned in, grinning as she pulled her clothes off.

Stefan tugged his shirt off, and drew in a deep breath, and she marvelled at the sight of him.

How dare he be so nervous and so beautiful?

He kept his eyes on her as his fingers slipped down to his belt. A quick flick opened the loop, and he tugged the leather band out and undid the button of his jeans, swallowing when her eyes left his face and watched him undress.

Bonnie tugged at the scrunchie in her hair, letting her curls fall down past her shoulders. She pulled her bra off as well, and they stood there, watching one another, in their jeans as he moved to kiss her again.

The instant their skin met, their magic sparked and sent waves of shivers through the both of them, and they had to swallow the other's sighs of satisfaction.

He pulled her up into his hold, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck - just they way they both liked it.

"Fuck," Stefan exhaled, when Bonnie started sucking on, nibbling at and kissing trails down his neck, pulling his head back to do so.

"Finally," Bonnie took a moment to look at him, skin flushed, mouth inching back towards hers, eyes dilated, "we're on the same page."

"Just for that," Stefan walked them over to her bed, "I'm fucking the shit out of you."

He quickly swallowed her bubbling laughter, just to prove that he wasn't kidding.

Tyler watched the woman pace in front of him, confusion clear as day on his face.

"I still don't understand what any of this has to do with me."

"You went to school with the thing that killed you, and you don't know how this involves you? Do you have any idea what it takes to bring someone back from the dead?" The woman growled, her face obscured under a hood as always. He'd tried to get a peak of her, but there was a dark shimmering that obscured her features every time he even thought he'd caught a glimpse of her.

"Whatever that thing was in the woods, was not Elena," he said for the umpteenth time. "She would never hurt me, let alone kill me." He paused for a moment, remembering the stark difference of her actions as she tried to lure him into the woods, the way she'd looked at him.

Nevermind the whole killing thing (since it hadn't seem to stick), it was the way she'd lured him in, the way their bodies had moved together.

Everything about the situation was strange, and the boy was struggling to compute it all with his knowledge of the world around him. But one thing was for sure, as sick as it sounded, he wouldn't mind kissing Elena again. That had felt real, in and amongst all the blood and carnage, and this rage he couldn't fully articulate that was swelling inside of him, twisting his thinking.

Her face popped up in his mind's eye again.

Elena only ever looked at boys that way before she was about to throw them away. If you were lucky enough to catch her eye, you knew the price.

"Well she did." The woman said, bluntly, scoffing at him. "And now, my dear boy, you are something else entirely, just as she is."

"What do you mean?" Tyler's heart lifted to his throat. Of course there'd be a price.

"Succubi's victims aren't meant to survive them." The woman explained. "They drain your life force, to absorb it for themselves. But see, the thing is...if magic replenishes a taken life, it brings back with it, slivers of whatever ended it. They're called tethers if you have any more room left in your brain...kind of like breadcrumbs, leading you back whence you came."

"Cool. What does that have to do with me?" Tyler sighed, tired of her riddling.

In a flash she was in front of him, a pulse of her magic creating a wind around her, causing her cape to billow out around her heels.

"It means, idiot, that you are supernatural now. Look at your arms," she pulled them out, and they both looked down the length of his muscles. They were covered in all kinds of wounds; gashes, deep etches of healing skin, scrapes. "You should see what she did to your chest."

When he tried to lift his shirt up, she swatted his hands away. "The point is, every scar has a thread of her power."

He looked down again, and didn't even bother counting the faint, or half-healed lines decorating his skin. He caught the gist.

"So...I guess the next question is..."

"What do I want from you?" He couldn't see it, but he knew she was smiling.

Stefan dipped his head back down to Bonnie's sex and her back arched when his mouth closed in on her. He had a firm grip of her thighs as they rested on his shoulders, and he slowly slid her legs open as she neared her orgasm.

Her hips rotated as she kept in time with his perfect rhythm, and he knew from her shallow breathing that she was close. He chanced a glance up at her as he slid his fingers back into her and couldn't help but smile a her mouth plopped open, a soundless scream fixing the shape of her lips into a wide 'O'.

Before she could think of settling back into her skin, he slid up her body, and into her, body tense as Bonnie wrapped her every limb around him, and pulled him close.

Her teeth sank into his shoulder as he began to thrust into her, slowly, making sure he went all the way in and all the way out. He did this a few times, knowing that teasing her would only last for so long. She slipped her tongue back into his mouth, and he felt every thought he possessed flutter somewhere far, far away.

As he picked up the pace, her hands slid down the rippling muscles of his torso, before curling around his back and settling into a tight grip on his ass, pulling him deeper into her. They both let off a loud moan as their bodies pressed together as tightly as possible, Stefan upping the tempo again, using her panting prayers of his name as a guide.

"Choke me." She breathed, catching him off-guard for a moment.

He pulled away from her, and lifted up the top half of his body, adjusting her legs around his waist, looking down the curve of his body, to where it met hers, while he fucked her, hard. She watched him, watching her body bounce in time with his, and almost came right there and then.

He reached out to her, thumb dragging her bottom lip down as her breaths got shorter and shorter. His hand travelled down her jawline, to her neck.

Pulling in to kiss her, he closed his hand around her throat, and slammed into her faster than she thought was humanly possible.

When she came, she took the hand choking her, to tighten his grip, and with the waves of her orgasm, tightened around him, pushing him into release as well.

They lay there, breathing hard for a while before she spoke.

"Shit, you weren't kidding, huh?"

Elena was fucking bored.

Which, granted, was better than to be bored while fucking (something she was sure Bonnie would understand come morning time), but she needed something to do, before she started looking for someone to eat.

As if he had a special gift for making her regret something in the same breath as asking for it, Damon called her.

"Are you lost?" She asked by way of greeting.

"I'm surprised you still have my number." He said, matching her tone.

"Well, now that I know you're a witch, you're a lot more useful to me."

"Right back 'atcha my little demon-spawn," she could hear the irritation in his voice at having to have called at all, it must be bad. "Remember Tyler Lockwood?"

"God, you know, when he was alive, people hated him. How do I not have a statue?" Elena whined.

"He's not dead."

"I cracked his rib-cage open and used his torso as a cereal bowl." Elena said honestly. "Which yes, makes his organs like cheerios to me...and his blood was totally creamy, kinda like milk."

"One, I never want to hear about your kills again-"

"You're such a little bitch-"

"And two," he said a little louder, "like I fucking said...he's not dead."

"If he's not dead, what is he?" Elena asked, annoyed that he hadn't come right out with bullet points of information.

"The question you're looking for, you little blood-fiend, is...where is he?" Damon corrected her. "Come to mine, I'm not cleaning up your mess by myself." With that, he promptly hung up on her.

Appalled, she looked at the device in her hand for clarity, a frown deeply etched into her face.

"The audacity of this bitch!" She hissed aloud.

"I'm never leaving this bed." Bonnie said with a yawn, curling her body along Stefan's.

"What if you get hungry?" Stefan asked, smiling down at her as she rested her head on his chest.

"Then I'll bat my eyelashes at you until you magic some burgers into my room." She said moving her face against his skin with a soft sigh.

"Whatever you want," he said easily, but she knew he meant it. "I could teach you?"

"If I feel any more sensations in this body today, I'll liquefy."

"I'll take that as a compliment," he laughed.

"As you should, babe." She lifted her gaze to him. "I'm glad we waited..."

"Me too." He said, a broad, lazy smile across his face.

"I wasn't done," Bonnie said, lifting her head up to rest on her palm, the other hand skimming over his belly, and further, until it closed around his dick. "I'm glad we waited, but," she said sitting up a little more, moving her face toward his. "I'm kind of obsessed with you right now...if you don't mind." She whispered against his lips.

She watched the muscles of his chest flex and tense as she worked him. Needing to do something more with his hands than clench and un-clench them, he cupped her breast and cradled her neck, leaning in for a quick kiss that broke when his body jerked forward under her grip on him.

Leaning forward, she stopped just short of kissing him, smiling, and lowering her lips to his body. Settling between his legs, she licked a line up his shaft, feeling his whole body shudder. Putting as much of it in her mouth as she could, he watched her head begin to bob in a steady rhythm.

They locked eyes as she circled the head with her tongue, a flash of magic burning a fierce yellow around her iris' as she swallowed him again.

"Fuck...me." Stefan exhaled loudly.

"Who the fuck does he even think he is? Does he know what mother-fucking-time it is?" Elena griped, slamming the door of her mother's car shut, and then walking up the elaborate driveway of the Salvatore estate. Muttering under her breath, she climbed up their front steps and knocked on the door. "My name's Damon," she griped in an off-pitch, tinny voice, "And I'm an inconvenience."

Having caught the end of that when he'd swung the door open, he dropped his forced smile and pulled it open to let her inside.

"To think," he said as he followed after her, swinging the door shut with his powers, making her roll her eyes, "I willingly had sex with you."

"Look at my ass if you need a reminder as to why." Elena said flippantly over her shoulder, flicking her hair at him too. "And have you seen my tits," she said, spinning on her heels, and grabbing at them just to annoy him. "I'm so jealous of everyone who's had sex with me...honestly...it's the fucking dream."

"Can we focus?" Damon sighed.

"You're the one operating on booty-call hours." She bit back at him. "Someone could be going down on me right now."

"Or you could be murdering them?" Damon offered. She shrugged and nodded, knowing he was right, but not thinking badly of it at all.

"Dinner and a show." She grinned.

"So like I said on the phone." He walked away from her, deciding now when and where to engage with her ceaseless 'banter'. "Tyler Lockwood isn't dead. His body also isn't in the local morgue, and I don't know if you know this or not but-"

"All the stories are real?" Elena said, widening her doe eyes, "There's an underbelly of supernatural turmoil, and now I've been thrown into it's deep end?"

"Can you be serious for five minutes?"

"Can you get to the point in two?" She shot back.

"I think that there's a rogue warlock behind this. No one would just disappear a body without the necessary protocol."

"Which is what? A group text?"

"...Yes." He said. "It's more convenient than a conference gathering, and less dangerous." Huh, her expression read. "Besides, every coven has to make a unanimous decision before deciding to do whatever it is that they want to do, and approaching whoever presides over where they want to do it...rogues have less paperwork."

"So...what you're saying is, that no one called this in and now we have a problem?"

"Correct." Damon nodded, a tumbler of bourbon appearing in his outstretched hand a moment later. Taking a long sip, almost finishing it, he shut his eyes and savoured the taste. "Stefan and I have been assigned here to branch out for the coven we were tasked to after Bonnie's grandmother died-"

"-Literally how old are you?" Instead of replying, his magic refilled his glass.

"We work for these people called the Parkers. This is a research placement. They're good people," he added on off-handedly, "They don't ask about the Bennett coven, and we give them whatever information they need whenever they ask for it."

"The perfect front for your little save-Bonnie-mission," Elena noted.

"Which all worked out well and good until you got turned into a succubus and killed a football player at the local high school and then, oh yeah, his body fucking disappears with no explanation."

"Call the Parkers. Tell them you need some back-up." She said with a raised hand.

"That's not how it works. It's kind of like building a case file. I need evidence."

"Will a video of me eating someone help?" She asked, perking up.

"God you're the worst, no," Damon growled, "But I do need some of your blood."

"Why and also no." Elena said, moving away from him.

"It's for a locator spell. There's a bunch of him floating around inside of you, and you might as well make yourself fucking useful. The sooner we fix this, the sooner we keep this shitty town's slate clean on the witches' broadcasting lines-"

"Okay fine." She said, stopping him short. "Take my blood, Tyler's, whatever."

"Thank you." Damon breathed, exasperated.

"A word of advice, witchy," Elena said pulling up the sleeves of her clothing, wiggling her wrists at him. "Lead with Protecting Bonnie, next time. Okay? That's your get-whatever-you-want-out-of-Elena-card, got it?"

"Got it." Damon, warming up his hands.

She stiffened a little when he held her wrists, his magic spreading out of him, and into her.

"Easy," he said, distracted as the spell poured from his fingertips. "It won't hurt you."

"...Okay." Elena said, unable to do anything other than watch him cast.

They both felt the shift of his magic taking hold of the spell, and making it so. A pulse of power reverberated between the two of them, and Elena watched the veins on his forearms throb, but his hold on her didn't change.

"...Elena?" They both stilled, turning around to see Tyler Lockwood standing a few feet away from them, shirtless, dirty, and covered in wounds.

Bonnie wanted Stefan's weight on top of her, between her legs as he hovered over her, mouth swollen from her kisses.

He'd been teasing her again, lazy, drunk with euphoria as the tip of him nudged at her sex.

"Okay." She said, eyes glinting with a sudden idea. Her hands cupped around her breasts and she squeezed them, mouth falling open with satisfaction. "No, no, no." She kept him in place with one hand, while the other moved down to rub circles around her clit. "You wanted to play this game," she told him, dipping a finger into herself, then another, and pulling them both out while he watched, fingers slick as they returned to her clit.

Feeling himself grow even harder, he gripped her legs and hooked them around his shoulders.

"Do you want it like this?" He asked, pressing into her, as he slid inside, watching her eyes roll into the back of her head. Without warning he pulled out, and flipped her over, guiding her to balance on her knees, legs spread. He leaned forward, both hands on her hips and entered her from behind. "Or like this?"

"This one," she said breathlessly, body writhing with want, "please."

Needing no further convincing, he was about to thrust into her, when she disappeared into thin air.

In the seconds it took for his thoughts to clear, and his mind to gauge what was happening, panic had risen up and out of him, tipping him over into hysteria.

Damon had had no choice but to stupify the jock with a quick spell that sent the boy to sleep.

They were working on a plan of action when Stefan called, panic clear in his voice.

"...What the fuck do you mean she's gone?" Damon snapped, catching Elena's attention as well.

"What?" Elena spat.

Bonnie, still naked, opened her eyes to a dimly lit cave.

"How perfectly appropriate." A voice called to her attention, but she spun on her heel trying to find the source of the speaking, in vain.

A spell sizzled across her skin and into her muscles, stiffening them, filling them with lead.

A small, hobbling demon stepped into view and Bonnie tried to scream, but nothing happened.

"I told you it would work." The thing said, looking over it's shoulder. Something moved in the darkness, and stepped forward, cloaked from head to toe. "No closer." The demon warned. "You must keep your distance."

"Alright." Was all the shadow-woman said. "As you wish."

It was strange, since she was so hidden, and seemed to have cast a spell over her face, blurring her features, but Bonnie felt when the shadow-woman's eyes were on her, and could have sworn she'd just broken into a smile.

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