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Trouble For Me	By : Defiant-Anjeru Category: S through Z > Vampire Diaries Views: 5787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This is my first attempt at Vampire Diaries fanfiction. My little project for my need of more Damon/Elena; not for Stefan/Elena lovers.
Disclaimer: Don't own it, don't sell it, just love it!
Trouble for Me

Elena sighed as she reclined in the sofa at the Salvatore brother's boarding house, tapping her foot rather impatiently on the carpeted floor beneath her. Things had gotten too complicated; she loved Stefan, but somewhere in her heart she knew that, while it seemed impossible, she also loved his brother, Damon. She had come to the boarding house to finally put an end to this, to tell Damon that their…closeness, it had to stop. In the course of their journey to rescue Stefan, she and Damon had become far too intimate for her to be loving with Stefan without feeling a twinge of guilt. Coincidentally, she had timed her visit to speak to Damon with one of Stefan's hunting trips. Since his return to Mystic Falls he'd had to nearly quadruple his intake of animal blood(since she couldn't obviously supply him with that much without suffering greatly); he had been horribly starved and his body was making him well aware of that. She was sad that she couldn't do that for him, but tried to be there for him as much as she possibly could…even if her thoughts, at times, trailed along troubling paths where Damon tended to be present.
"Well, hello Elena," his dark voice jolted her from her thoughts and she turned her head to see Damon in the doorway, propped against the door frame with his arms crossed.
"Damon," she breathed his name as her heart fluttered nervously; Focus, Elena, you came here for a reason.
He smirked, his predatory eyes watching her intently. "That's my name – though I prefer to hear it on one of those breathy moans I'm so fond of," he teased, grinning, his canines barely visible in the white gleam of his teeth.
She felt a shiver skate down her spine at the implication of his words; goose bumps prickling across her flesh at the mere flicker of remembrance of giving him one of those said breathy moans. She rubbed her arms over her hands over her bare arms – having opted for a black t-shirt – as she shook her head to steady her thoughts. "That isn't why I came, Damon," she whispered.
He dared to move from his perch, suddenly appearing before her with his inhuman speed. One moment he was in the doorway, the next he was looming over her. Her heart leapt to her throat as he leaned down and peered into her eyes, threatening to hypnotize her with the dark depths of his gaze. "What did you come here for, Dear Elena?" He inquired.
She pressed her hands to his chest as if to ward him off but they trembled, belying her original intentions. Steel yourself, Elena. You faced the Guardians; Damon is no worse. You can do this, she mentally rallied herself though the reason for her indecision was there, taunting her; she didn't love the Guardians, but she did love this egotistical, snarky, drop dead gorgeous pain in the ass. No, no! Don't go there! "Please, Damon, this has to stop…I love Stefan; I'm with Stefan."
"Stop what?" He chuckled beneath his breath and dared to lean in further.
She found she was at a loss for words and tried to gesture obscurely with her hands. "This, whatever this is," she whispered, her breath hitching slightly when he came even closer, his cool breath fanning her lips.
"You don't seem to be putting up much of a fight, Elena," he chuckled again softly, trailing his cool knuckles up her bare arm, smirking with delight when she trembled under his touch. "Then again, you never did fight it too much, did you?"
His offhand remark made her guilt raise its ugly head and roar loudly in her ears. She shoved her hands against his chest and, because he allowed it, he stumbled back enough to give her a sparse moment of breathing room. "I love Stefan," she denied his insinuation adamantly, her chest heaving with a mix of anger and denied attraction for the vampire before her.
He folded his arms over his chest, his leather jacket creaking at the action. "I do recall that I've been able to make you forget that troublesome brother of mine quite a few times before," he said lowly, a mischievous glint in his eyes making her suddenly frightened, though not necessarily in a bad way; in fact, it only served to push her attraction to him into even deeper territory.
She grit her teeth and jumped up from the couch, her hands clenched into fists at her sides angrily. "Shut up, Damon! That was a mistake," she hissed before shaking her head. "This is all I came to say; this thing between us is over."
She made to move past him and he allowed it(she held no delusions; after all, he was a vampire, if he wanted to stop her, he could). She made it to the doorway where he'd been moments ago, before he was suddenly slamming her up against the wall of the hall with her hands pinned at the sides of her head. Her heart kicked into overdrive as their eyes met and locked, his holding intentions that she knew were wrong, but that her body ached for. He pressed his lips to her effectively silencing any words of denial that would have sprung forth. She trembled beneath him and, with her little gasp of surprise, his tongue slid in between her lips to stroke her own seductively, expertly, as if he had done it many times before; she was no match for him, not when every part of her – save the part that loved Stefan – screamed out for him.
"I know you want me Elena, why deny it?" He purred against her lips when he drew back to allow her air. He drew his tongue across her lower lip loving the way she trembled, as if she were frightened of the attraction they shared.
"I-I deny it, it isn't true," she stumbled over her words even as her gut clenched with desire that proved her words as the feeble lies they were.
"Is that so?" He seemed to find her insistent need to deny what he knew lay just beneath the surface of her façade rather amusing. Smirking, he kept her hands pinned as he leaned his head down to her throat and drew his tongue from the base of her neck to the lobe of her ear, which he nipped sharply; she bit her lip throughout, though she was unable to prevent the small breathy moan that escaped. He trailed his tongue back down along her throat, grinning when she trembled. When he bit down and allowed his fangs to break skin, he released her hands and inwardly voiced his victory when she grasped his shoulders to cling rather than push him away. Her blood was as addicting as ever, touching his tongue before spilling down his throat, tasting like the very elixir of life itself. She couldn't help but moan, sliding her hands into his hair to hold him to her while he fed from her. Satisfied, he broke the connection, though he was loath to do so, and swept the trembling Elena into his arms; he'd had enough of this teasing, this torture of loving Elena, desiring her, wanting her, but never having her. She wanted him and he was not going to hesitate this time. With his inhuman speed he had them upstairs and in his room in a mere second, where he promptly tossed her onto his bed with a coy smirk.
Elena bounced once and then settled among the plush covers of Damon's bed, her body trembling at the thought of what it was that was actually occurring here. Was she really about to betray Stefan? The answer was clear to her as Damon slowly peeled off his leather jacket and then his black t-shirt, leaving him standing before her in his black jeans and boots; his smooth, chiseled chest was magnificently bare and she couldn't help but stare.
He smirked slightly, almost lopsidedly. "You like what you see, obviously," he taunted. Then he gestured to her with a now full-fledged grin. "Your turn."
"Damon…" She hesitated, looking as if she might flee.
"Ah-ah, too late to change your mind now," he said lowly, moving toward the bed and sitting on it before her. He grasped the edge of her black t-shirt and, with her moderate help, pulled her free from it so that she sat in front of him in her black bra, pale breasts threatening to spill free as she breathed. A sharp bolt of desire shot straight to his groin as he tossed her shirt aside, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra, pulling that from her next. He licked his lips when her full breasts fell loose, full and voluptuous, tipped in beautifully petal pink buds.
"Don't stare," she mumbled, blushing red slightly in her cheeks. She avoided looking at him as she suppressed the urge to fold her arms over her breasts; Elena was never shy, but something about the way Damon looked at her made her want to curl up and hide; from shame, desire, fear – she didn't know what from, as it was an indefinable mass within her.
He laughed softly and pressed her to the bed, not giving her a chance to hide as he nuzzled his lips against the swell of one breast, his large hand finding the other. He kissed one as he palmed the other, his lips closing over one nipple as his thumb and forefinger teased the other. She trembled and moaned, ever so softly, beneath him. Her hands clutched at his shoulders and he couldn't help but rub his jean clad thigh against her center as he teased her breasts. His senses were catching everything; the scent of her arousal, the soft sighs and soft moans, the frantic thump of her heart – every little bit of it was as intoxicating as her blood. Her nipples tightened with pleasure as her head dropped back, his thigh rubbing against her more insistently. He swore he almost came when his name – his name – fell from her lips in a moan; not his brother's name, his. He moaned her name back to her and nipped her nipple, making her jerk and bite her lower lip so sharply she actually drew blood. His nostrils flared at the scent and he lifted his head, only to dip it back down so that he could lap up the small bead of blood that built on her lip. He stayed a moment longer to kiss her senseless, sweeping his tongue inside the dark depths of her mouth to caress her tongue, ease her into his touch, cajole her to accept him completely; he knew a part of her loved him and he only needed to feed that part, hoping it would soon grow larger than the part of her that loved Stefan.
"Say it," he groaned against her lips causing her to shiver as his voice caressed her intimately.
"Damon…"
"Say it," he demanded.
"I…I love you Damon…" she whispered in defeat, no longer having the strength necessary to fight it.
He growled and smiled, kissing her hard, deep, and passionately, until it almost too much for him to even think coherently. His swift and efficient fingers where at the buttons of her jeans, undoing them, before pulling down her fly. They soon found a hook in the edge of the denim at her hips, beginning to slide them effortlessly off of her long, gorgeous legs that he could have sworn went on for miles. He tossed the jeans to the floor, along with her tennis shoes, and blinked when she pushed him up and off of her; for a moment he worried she'd changed her mind, slightly angry at the thought.
"Your turn," she whispered with a half smile, pointing at his jeans as she laid there in her simple black booty shorts.
He couldn't help but laugh and simply tore the jeans from his body and kicking off his boots. He was gloriously naked now, his shaft massive and erect, Elena's eyes unable to pull free as she marveled at it. She swallowed thickly and Damon grinned, pushing her back down to the bed to kiss her again. She moaned into his mouth, her hand finding his length and caressing it with baby soft fingers. He groaned into his mouth as she began to stroke him, pushing his desire even higher before he pulled her hand from him. He continued to kiss her as he pulled off her underwear, leaving her just as nude under him. She was all woman, there was no denying that, her hips wide and curvy, her womanly center nearly bare save for the slight, nearly unseen, thatch of blonde hair that it hid behind. He pushed his fingers through the slight bit of hair, touching the center of her pleasure and swallowing her moan when it pulsed against his finger in response. He then slid a finger inside of her, shuddering to find her wet for him, hot and tight around his single digit, nearly making it impossible to hold onto the last thread of his sanity.
He began to stroke her, as she had him, pushing her fire of desire almost to the brink before she whimpered and shook her head. He grinned and took his hand from her, settling himself between her supple thighs. "Are you ready for me, Dear Elena?" he chuckled his question against her trembling lips and nearly cried out with joy when she nodded ever so slightly. He pushed the head of his erection against her womanly lips and slid it easily into her hot and wet center. He and she both moaned, his hands clutching her hips as hers clutched his shoulders; he was careful not to let him vampire strength into his being, not wanting to harm Elena when they finally came together. She was a virgin, he remembered, soaring on the high of being her first as he pushed himself deeper inside of her. He came against her barrier and stopped, kissing her, distracting her, before he dared to push through the membrane of her innocence. She stiffened and cried out faintly, gripping his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. He soothed her, whispered words(of what he couldn't recall), and rubbed his fingers softly over her hips. After what felt like eternity, she relaxed beneath him and he began to ever so slowly push the remaining inches of his length into her warmth. She bit her lip as he settled home, remaining still to allow her body to adjust to the size of him and presence of him in such an intimate place.
"Ah, Elena, you feel like heaven," he gasped, slowly pulling from her only to push back home. She moaned and clutched at him, his pace beginning slow and steady; in and out, teasingly, until she was whimpering, as if she needed more, legs hooking at his hips to pull him close.
He hooked his hands beneath her thighs and increased his thrusts, hitting deeper and then even harder, shuddering with delight at every passionate sound he elicited from her lips. He made sure to push her over the edge, giving her a first and rather intense orgasm as she cried out his name and arched into him, her walls tight like a vice on his length and bathing him in liquid warmth that had him clenching his teeth tightly. He pulled from her and grasped her hips, turning her onto her front and sweeping a hand over her shapely rear as she ended up in front of him on her hands and knees, the posture nearly finishing him off. She almost protested, but he smiled and playfully smacked her ass making her moan softly. Grinning, he moved behind and, before she realized her was there, slid himself back inside of her. She cried out and he grabbed her hips, beginning to slam into her hard and fast, her breasts bouncing at the intense movement. Again and again, he found home inside of her; for as long as he lived, he'd never forget this moment. Vaguely he feared he would wake at any moment and realize this had all been nothing more than a wet dream(one that had tortured him more often than he would have liked to admit).
She hit her next climax at the same time as he hit his, her back arching up and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his chest as he and she bother shuddered. His length twitched inside of her as she bathed him with her warmth, his seed spilling deeply inside of her. They both then fell to the bed and he worked the blanket out from under them to pull it over them. He kept himself inside of her, pulling her into his embrace tightly. She heaved, trying to catch her breath, as they bathed in the warm afterglow of their passion. Against her better judgment, she began to drift off and Damon smiled, holding her gently now, almost reverently. He trailed kisses over her hair, and her jaw, her throat; every little part of her that he could reach.
Once he was certain she had fallen asleep – a content little smile on her lips – he leaned his head down so that his lips rested against her ear. "I love you, Elena," he whispered, an admission he was unsure he could say to her consciously though he knew he felt it for her. Stefan would be back soon and what happened with their lives next was up to Elena, but at least for this brief moment, she had been his and his alone.
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