New Fic
This fic is part of my cathartic need to vent after the events of episode 4.4. The out come will depend entirely on reviews.
I have two more chapters to post and the fourth chapter will be written when and if I get enough responses, enabling me to decide the readers preferred ending.
So review and let me know... I'm curious to see where this fic is going to end up.
Post: S04E04
Katherine is back in town, and she's finally ready to tell the real truth. She's come to claim what is hers and no stupid little vampire doppelganger is going to get in the way.
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Chapter One
Lessons learned.
Damon closed his bedroom door with a decisive click.
Leaning his forehead against the door, he breathed in deeply and let it out slow.
That was it, he was officially done. He'd thought he'd finally reached her, he thought she'd finally understood that being a vampire, could be about more than doom, gloom and the unending fight against the blood lust. Looks like he was wrong.
For a moment there, she'd been the girl he'd known so briefly in Georgia and he'd actually let himself hope that she was finally on the path to accepting what she was. Of course, it had all come crashing down the moment she realized she was actually feeling happy, and with Damon no less.
Shit! when was he going to learn.
Elena Gilbert, would never be happy with him, not if they both lived a thousand years. She wanted to be the caring human girl, that she had been before her transition and no amount of blood or fun, would lure her from her determination. And of course, good old Stefan would be there to make sure that she stayed on the straight and narrow. Even if it did end up destroying her.
Well fuck that!
He banged his head against the door, just once and not hard enough to do any damage to either head or door. Then straightening up, he started to shrug out of his jacket.
An appreciative murmur from the vicinity of his bed, had him whipping around. Nonplussed, that he hadn't sensed her presence, he blinked confusedly at the sight of Katherine Pierce.
"Hello Lover, did you miss me?"
He groaned, tempted to hit his head again in the vain hope, that it might make the image of the half naked vampire on his bed, disappear.
"What do you want Katherine? Actually... scratch that. Just get out."
Slipping his jacket the rest of the way off, he tossed it over a nearby chair and started to unbutton his blood stained shirt.
"Charming as ever I see...and as appreciative as I am for the show my love, I actually came to talk. Well first..."she trailed off, eyeing him suggestively.
He rolled his eyes at her antics, before completely ignoring her in favor of his bathroom and a much needed hot shower.
If he thought his attitude might deter her, he was destined for disappointment. She shrugged casually and followed him into the bathroom.
Determined to continue ignoring her, Damon reached in and flipped the faucet on in his shower before starting to shed his clothes.
"Hmm... maybe your right, my sweet boy, talking is highly over rated. How about I wash your back and you can wash mine." she purred lasciviously.
Damon could feel her eyes trailing over his body, the weight of her gaze and her obvious desire; as heavy as if her hands were already upon him.
Great, just what he needed... another Petrova vampire messing with his head. Why the fuck couldn't he get a moments peace. Why did it seem like the universe had it in for him?
He was so not in the mood for any of Katherine's usual games.
He looked up, intent on telling her how much he really didn't want her anywhere near him, especially not in a biblical sense, but the words fled as he took in the sight of the now naked woman and the expression on her face.
He'd seen many and varied looks directed his way, during his time with her, but he'd never seen one quite like this, not directed at him. There was lust of course, that was expected, but it was the strange yearning and softness in her gaze that had him stymied.
Katerina Petrova did not ever; as in never, look at him the way she was looking at him now.
Unclothed and naked in every way that counted; ways he couldn't have expected, she stood before him and met his gaze fearlessly.
"What are you doing Katherine?"
He winced at the obvious tremor in his voice.
God, she looked so much like Elena at the moment. If he didn't know for a fact that Elena was upstairs with his brother right now, he would have thought all his fantasy's were coming true.
Stepping past him and into the shower, Katherine glanced up at him from under lowered lashes.
Damon resisted the urge to rub his eyes at her look. Great, now he was hallucinating. There was no way Katherine, the queen bitch from hell, looked nervous.
Turning to face her, he tried to ignore the way the water flowed over her naked curves. Her dark tresses caressing her nipples, as the water darkened her mahogany locks to a hue, complimented by her darkness in her eyes.
Swallowing past the unexpected knot that had formed in his throat, Damon once again tried to make sense of her actions.
"What's this all about Katherine? Why are you really here?"
When she reached out an arm for him, he reacted without thinking.
Grabbing the proffered arm he pulled her from the shower. Hauling her naked form against his own, he met her startled look with a glare.
"For the last time, Katherine. What are You-Up-To?"
Katherine met his stare defiantly, her body relaxing in to him, even as her free hand came up to caress his cheek.
"I've been following you." she admitted her voice hardly louder than a whisper. "Ever since I heard about Elena. I knew you would need me, so I've been back since the just after the council went boom. I was there tonight Damon, I heard what she said..."
"And you what" Damon cut in bitterly "You thought you'd come offer some cold comfort to the poor pathetic loser?" he dropped her arm.
"Thanks, but no thanks, Katherine, I'm not gonna be your consolation prize just because baby bro and Elena, finally get to live out their fluffy rainbow eternity together. I'm not quite that sad, at least not yet. And news flash baby, you are hardly my idea of a consolation prize anyway, I'd rather sleep with a fucking shark, It would leave less damage." he snarled.
He tensed waiting for her retaliation, sure it would be swift and brutal, and exactly what he needed right now. Instead he was shocked when she slumped against him and let out a sigh.
"Jesus Damon" she muttered, before looking up to meet his eyes.
Damon was taken aback yet again, she sounded so tired and her eyes, when they met his, were sad.
"Look, just for this one time, can you just get in the shower and not argue, I'll even promise to keep my hands to myself. Please Damon, I don't need Stefan or Elena knowing I'm here just yet, and I really need to talk to you, about a lot of things."
Meeting her stare sceptically, he raised a brow.
"What things, and I would have thought you'd love it if Stefan got an earfull of you with his big brother. What the hell is going on?"
Stepping backwards Katherine tugged insistently at his arm, her attempt to draw him after her strangely gentle.
Damon found himself struggling with conflicting desires.
On one hand, he was tired, pissed off and didn't trust Katherine, as far as Stefan could throw her. But on the other, he was tired, pissed off and horny, and he had never seen this Katherine before. In truth, he was just plain curious to see where this was going, and if he was being honest, he was really up for some hate sex, right about now.
"Fine Kat, but this better be good."
She smiled and bit her lip, her look was mischievous as she pulled him against her body.
"I'd say when wasn't it, but in the mood you're in I'd probably get a list." She grinned at his snort and reached for the shower gel.
"So Damon, You sure you don't wanna wash my back?"
She batted her lashes at him and Damon decided that the night had just gotten as surreal as he could take.
Sighing, he gave in and took the gel. Pouring a generous measure into his hand he rubbed them together and proceeded to stroke his hands down her back. Slowly and with skill he had perfected in a thousand similar situations, he massaged and caressed her skin. From the nape of her neck, down to the sweet curve of her ass, he used his fingers to lull her into a state of near torpor.
Unfortunately, as much as he told himself his actions were all about getting information out of her, his body had other ideas.
He groaned as he felt his erection nudging her ass, and it didn't help when she let out a similar groan and ground her ass back against his cock.
She was wet and warm and she smelled like jasmine and blood; two of his favourite scents. Her skin felt like satin under his hands and her body, in the fog of the shower, was a twin to the woman he loved. So it was hardly surprising, that when she let out another moan and shimmied even closer, something in him finally snapped.
With a low growl, he pushed her against the tile of the shower wall and bit down with blunt teeth on her shoulder. She let out a sharp gasp and Damon felt himself slip over the edge of no return.
Snarling with need; he bent her forward. Trusting that she would get the idea, he pushed her legs apart and nudged his cock into position at her entrance. Pausing to take in the sight of Katherine, spread eagled and quivering with want, he couldn't resist taunting her, just a little.
"Tell me Katherine, do you want this? Do you want my cock inside you?" he thrust the head of his dick up a little higher, so it brushed against her clit and ran his mouth along the column of her neck.
"C'mon baby... tell me what you want, tell me how hard you want me to fuck you." he coaxed. Running his fangs down her throat with the barest amount of pressure, he rotated his hips with the intent of teasing some sort of admittance out of her.
Her reaction was everything he hoped, and he couldn't stop the smug little grin that settled on his mouth.
Katherine Pierce might have had sweet little Damon Salvatore, but she'd never had Damon the vampire. For over a hundred years, he'd indulged every carnal appetite he'd ever thought about and then some. That alone, would have insured he knew his way around a woman's' body, but Damon Salvatore was a perfectionist in all things, pleasuring women being the top of his list. He prided himself on the fact that he never had to use compulsion to get sex from a girl. And up till he'd met Elena Gilbert, he'd never had a woman turn him down, at least not one that he really wanted. And now, judging by the moans coming from Katherine, it didn't look like he'd be sleeping alone tonight, either.
Katherine couldn't get over the fact that she was on the verge of having sex with Damon Salvatore and she wasn't the one in control. Physically or emotionally.
The Damon she remembered, had been sweet and honest in his feelings for her and considering his relative inexperience, surprisingly pleasing in the bedroom. This Damon was no longer sweet, but he was still honest and even if that honesty hurt her more than she cared to admit, at least she'd always known where she stood with him.
But the vampire, that currently held her pinned and panting against the shower wall, this man was very very different from the sweet lover she remembered. Fuck! If she hadn't been sure before, she was now. Damon Salvatore had grown up and turned into everything she'd ever wanted in a lover and she'd been a fool to play him like she had.
Holy fuck, if her stupid little doppelganger knew what she had turned down, she be kicking herself about now.
He hadn't even entered her yet and she was on the verge of coming, from just his voice and his teasing touch. God, what would it be like to be loved by Damon. To have all this attention and focus turned towards making the one he loved happy. Jesus, it didn't bear thinking about. If this is what it was like being with him when he didn't care, then she couldn't imagine what it would be like, if he still loved her.
Elena Gilbert was a very stupid little girl, and by the time Katherine was through with her, she was going to know just how stupid.
In the seconds it had taken for her thoughts to crystallize, Damon had moved his hands into play, and Katherine couldn't hold back any longer.
As one hand flicked and stroked her nipple and the other teased her clit, she felt herself toppling towards orgasm and subsequently shrieking her pleasure loud enough for the whole house to hear, even without vampire hearing.
"Fuck Yes Damon! Oh God... fuck me baby fuck me." she yelled, all thoughts of being discovered leaving her head.
Damon complied and her eyes rolled back in her head.
He plunged in hard and deep, only to withdraw and do it again. Each stroke was a little faster, as he murmured in her ear about how tight and wet she was and how he was going to fuck her so hard, that she wouldn't be able to sit down for hours.
"Please Damon God, feels so good. Harder baby harder. Oh yeah like that." she begged, her mind reeling with pleasure.
"Fuck Damon oh god oh god oh god." she panted, her body convulsing in ecstasy. "OHHH Damon" she wailed "Please don't stop, fucking feels so good."
She was on her second orgasm when Damon sank his fangs into her throat and started to drink. Her body convulsed in pleasure and before she knew what was happening, she was coming again, nearly on top of the last.
Damon felt her clench around him for the third time and carefully withdrew his teeth from her throat. Lathing the bite with his tongue, he transferred both hands to her hips and started to pound into her mercilessly. Each hard long stroke brought him closer and closer to completion, but just before he moved past the point of no return, he shifted his left hand back down to her clit and started to stroke.
When he felt her begin to tighten around his cock again, he draped himself along her back and stilled.
"Come for me." he ordered.
Katherine shouted his name and fell over the edge for the fourth time, and Damon finally let himself loose.
He pulled back and slammed into her brutally; in a way that only another vampire could take, five more strokes was all it took and he was coming like he hadn't since Rose.
"Fuck yeah.... That's it Kat." he yelled.
"Oh God Damon, Fuck I love you." she screamed as she bucked beneath him.
Katherine's last thought just before she blacked out was "Oh Crap, he's gonna fucking kill me." and then she slipped into unconsciousness and knew no more.
I have two more chapters to post and the fourth chapter will be written when and if I get enough responses, enabling me to decide the readers preferred ending.
So review and let me know... I'm curious to see where this fic is going to end up.
Post: S04E04
Katherine is back in town, and she's finally ready to tell the real truth. She's come to claim what is hers and no stupid little vampire doppelganger is going to get in the way.
Work Text:
Chapter One
Lessons learned.
Damon closed his bedroom door with a decisive click.
Leaning his forehead against the door, he breathed in deeply and let it out slow.
That was it, he was officially done. He'd thought he'd finally reached her, he thought she'd finally understood that being a vampire, could be about more than doom, gloom and the unending fight against the blood lust. Looks like he was wrong.
For a moment there, she'd been the girl he'd known so briefly in Georgia and he'd actually let himself hope that she was finally on the path to accepting what she was. Of course, it had all come crashing down the moment she realized she was actually feeling happy, and with Damon no less.
Shit! when was he going to learn.
Elena Gilbert, would never be happy with him, not if they both lived a thousand years. She wanted to be the caring human girl, that she had been before her transition and no amount of blood or fun, would lure her from her determination. And of course, good old Stefan would be there to make sure that she stayed on the straight and narrow. Even if it did end up destroying her.
Well fuck that!
He banged his head against the door, just once and not hard enough to do any damage to either head or door. Then straightening up, he started to shrug out of his jacket.
An appreciative murmur from the vicinity of his bed, had him whipping around. Nonplussed, that he hadn't sensed her presence, he blinked confusedly at the sight of Katherine Pierce.
"Hello Lover, did you miss me?"
He groaned, tempted to hit his head again in the vain hope, that it might make the image of the half naked vampire on his bed, disappear.
"What do you want Katherine? Actually... scratch that. Just get out."
Slipping his jacket the rest of the way off, he tossed it over a nearby chair and started to unbutton his blood stained shirt.
"Charming as ever I see...and as appreciative as I am for the show my love, I actually came to talk. Well first..."she trailed off, eyeing him suggestively.
He rolled his eyes at her antics, before completely ignoring her in favor of his bathroom and a much needed hot shower.
If he thought his attitude might deter her, he was destined for disappointment. She shrugged casually and followed him into the bathroom.
Determined to continue ignoring her, Damon reached in and flipped the faucet on in his shower before starting to shed his clothes.
"Hmm... maybe your right, my sweet boy, talking is highly over rated. How about I wash your back and you can wash mine." she purred lasciviously.
Damon could feel her eyes trailing over his body, the weight of her gaze and her obvious desire; as heavy as if her hands were already upon him.
Great, just what he needed... another Petrova vampire messing with his head. Why the fuck couldn't he get a moments peace. Why did it seem like the universe had it in for him?
He was so not in the mood for any of Katherine's usual games.
He looked up, intent on telling her how much he really didn't want her anywhere near him, especially not in a biblical sense, but the words fled as he took in the sight of the now naked woman and the expression on her face.
He'd seen many and varied looks directed his way, during his time with her, but he'd never seen one quite like this, not directed at him. There was lust of course, that was expected, but it was the strange yearning and softness in her gaze that had him stymied.
Katerina Petrova did not ever; as in never, look at him the way she was looking at him now.
Unclothed and naked in every way that counted; ways he couldn't have expected, she stood before him and met his gaze fearlessly.
"What are you doing Katherine?"
He winced at the obvious tremor in his voice.
God, she looked so much like Elena at the moment. If he didn't know for a fact that Elena was upstairs with his brother right now, he would have thought all his fantasy's were coming true.
Stepping past him and into the shower, Katherine glanced up at him from under lowered lashes.
Damon resisted the urge to rub his eyes at her look. Great, now he was hallucinating. There was no way Katherine, the queen bitch from hell, looked nervous.
Turning to face her, he tried to ignore the way the water flowed over her naked curves. Her dark tresses caressing her nipples, as the water darkened her mahogany locks to a hue, complimented by her darkness in her eyes.
Swallowing past the unexpected knot that had formed in his throat, Damon once again tried to make sense of her actions.
"What's this all about Katherine? Why are you really here?"
When she reached out an arm for him, he reacted without thinking.
Grabbing the proffered arm he pulled her from the shower. Hauling her naked form against his own, he met her startled look with a glare.
"For the last time, Katherine. What are You-Up-To?"
Katherine met his stare defiantly, her body relaxing in to him, even as her free hand came up to caress his cheek.
"I've been following you." she admitted her voice hardly louder than a whisper. "Ever since I heard about Elena. I knew you would need me, so I've been back since the just after the council went boom. I was there tonight Damon, I heard what she said..."
"And you what" Damon cut in bitterly "You thought you'd come offer some cold comfort to the poor pathetic loser?" he dropped her arm.
"Thanks, but no thanks, Katherine, I'm not gonna be your consolation prize just because baby bro and Elena, finally get to live out their fluffy rainbow eternity together. I'm not quite that sad, at least not yet. And news flash baby, you are hardly my idea of a consolation prize anyway, I'd rather sleep with a fucking shark, It would leave less damage." he snarled.
He tensed waiting for her retaliation, sure it would be swift and brutal, and exactly what he needed right now. Instead he was shocked when she slumped against him and let out a sigh.
"Jesus Damon" she muttered, before looking up to meet his eyes.
Damon was taken aback yet again, she sounded so tired and her eyes, when they met his, were sad.
"Look, just for this one time, can you just get in the shower and not argue, I'll even promise to keep my hands to myself. Please Damon, I don't need Stefan or Elena knowing I'm here just yet, and I really need to talk to you, about a lot of things."
Meeting her stare sceptically, he raised a brow.
"What things, and I would have thought you'd love it if Stefan got an earfull of you with his big brother. What the hell is going on?"
Stepping backwards Katherine tugged insistently at his arm, her attempt to draw him after her strangely gentle.
Damon found himself struggling with conflicting desires.
On one hand, he was tired, pissed off and didn't trust Katherine, as far as Stefan could throw her. But on the other, he was tired, pissed off and horny, and he had never seen this Katherine before. In truth, he was just plain curious to see where this was going, and if he was being honest, he was really up for some hate sex, right about now.
"Fine Kat, but this better be good."
She smiled and bit her lip, her look was mischievous as she pulled him against her body.
"I'd say when wasn't it, but in the mood you're in I'd probably get a list." She grinned at his snort and reached for the shower gel.
"So Damon, You sure you don't wanna wash my back?"
She batted her lashes at him and Damon decided that the night had just gotten as surreal as he could take.
Sighing, he gave in and took the gel. Pouring a generous measure into his hand he rubbed them together and proceeded to stroke his hands down her back. Slowly and with skill he had perfected in a thousand similar situations, he massaged and caressed her skin. From the nape of her neck, down to the sweet curve of her ass, he used his fingers to lull her into a state of near torpor.
Unfortunately, as much as he told himself his actions were all about getting information out of her, his body had other ideas.
He groaned as he felt his erection nudging her ass, and it didn't help when she let out a similar groan and ground her ass back against his cock.
She was wet and warm and she smelled like jasmine and blood; two of his favourite scents. Her skin felt like satin under his hands and her body, in the fog of the shower, was a twin to the woman he loved. So it was hardly surprising, that when she let out another moan and shimmied even closer, something in him finally snapped.
With a low growl, he pushed her against the tile of the shower wall and bit down with blunt teeth on her shoulder. She let out a sharp gasp and Damon felt himself slip over the edge of no return.
Snarling with need; he bent her forward. Trusting that she would get the idea, he pushed her legs apart and nudged his cock into position at her entrance. Pausing to take in the sight of Katherine, spread eagled and quivering with want, he couldn't resist taunting her, just a little.
"Tell me Katherine, do you want this? Do you want my cock inside you?" he thrust the head of his dick up a little higher, so it brushed against her clit and ran his mouth along the column of her neck.
"C'mon baby... tell me what you want, tell me how hard you want me to fuck you." he coaxed. Running his fangs down her throat with the barest amount of pressure, he rotated his hips with the intent of teasing some sort of admittance out of her.
Her reaction was everything he hoped, and he couldn't stop the smug little grin that settled on his mouth.
Katherine Pierce might have had sweet little Damon Salvatore, but she'd never had Damon the vampire. For over a hundred years, he'd indulged every carnal appetite he'd ever thought about and then some. That alone, would have insured he knew his way around a woman's' body, but Damon Salvatore was a perfectionist in all things, pleasuring women being the top of his list. He prided himself on the fact that he never had to use compulsion to get sex from a girl. And up till he'd met Elena Gilbert, he'd never had a woman turn him down, at least not one that he really wanted. And now, judging by the moans coming from Katherine, it didn't look like he'd be sleeping alone tonight, either.
Katherine couldn't get over the fact that she was on the verge of having sex with Damon Salvatore and she wasn't the one in control. Physically or emotionally.
The Damon she remembered, had been sweet and honest in his feelings for her and considering his relative inexperience, surprisingly pleasing in the bedroom. This Damon was no longer sweet, but he was still honest and even if that honesty hurt her more than she cared to admit, at least she'd always known where she stood with him.
But the vampire, that currently held her pinned and panting against the shower wall, this man was very very different from the sweet lover she remembered. Fuck! If she hadn't been sure before, she was now. Damon Salvatore had grown up and turned into everything she'd ever wanted in a lover and she'd been a fool to play him like she had.
Holy fuck, if her stupid little doppelganger knew what she had turned down, she be kicking herself about now.
He hadn't even entered her yet and she was on the verge of coming, from just his voice and his teasing touch. God, what would it be like to be loved by Damon. To have all this attention and focus turned towards making the one he loved happy. Jesus, it didn't bear thinking about. If this is what it was like being with him when he didn't care, then she couldn't imagine what it would be like, if he still loved her.
Elena Gilbert was a very stupid little girl, and by the time Katherine was through with her, she was going to know just how stupid.
In the seconds it had taken for her thoughts to crystallize, Damon had moved his hands into play, and Katherine couldn't hold back any longer.
As one hand flicked and stroked her nipple and the other teased her clit, she felt herself toppling towards orgasm and subsequently shrieking her pleasure loud enough for the whole house to hear, even without vampire hearing.
"Fuck Yes Damon! Oh God... fuck me baby fuck me." she yelled, all thoughts of being discovered leaving her head.
Damon complied and her eyes rolled back in her head.
He plunged in hard and deep, only to withdraw and do it again. Each stroke was a little faster, as he murmured in her ear about how tight and wet she was and how he was going to fuck her so hard, that she wouldn't be able to sit down for hours.
"Please Damon God, feels so good. Harder baby harder. Oh yeah like that." she begged, her mind reeling with pleasure.
"Fuck Damon oh god oh god oh god." she panted, her body convulsing in ecstasy. "OHHH Damon" she wailed "Please don't stop, fucking feels so good."
She was on her second orgasm when Damon sank his fangs into her throat and started to drink. Her body convulsed in pleasure and before she knew what was happening, she was coming again, nearly on top of the last.
Damon felt her clench around him for the third time and carefully withdrew his teeth from her throat. Lathing the bite with his tongue, he transferred both hands to her hips and started to pound into her mercilessly. Each hard long stroke brought him closer and closer to completion, but just before he moved past the point of no return, he shifted his left hand back down to her clit and started to stroke.
When he felt her begin to tighten around his cock again, he draped himself along her back and stilled.
"Come for me." he ordered.
Katherine shouted his name and fell over the edge for the fourth time, and Damon finally let himself loose.
He pulled back and slammed into her brutally; in a way that only another vampire could take, five more strokes was all it took and he was coming like he hadn't since Rose.
"Fuck yeah.... That's it Kat." he yelled.
"Oh God Damon, Fuck I love you." she screamed as she bucked beneath him.
Katherine's last thought just before she blacked out was "Oh Crap, he's gonna fucking kill me." and then she slipped into unconsciousness and knew no more.