A/N: Many thanks to all of you who have read and reviewed. Thanks to my Bamon brethren who have followed this story despite our leanings. Thanks to the Stefonnie folks who've been welcoming, encouraging and have let me play in your pool for a bit. I trust you won't need too much chlorine to clean it up:)

For RockerChick08.

10.

I'll be damned! Damon was…right. I'll have to go back and analyze that some other time.

Now, the four of us sit facing one another in the parlor of the boarding house. Bonnie is alternately flexing and balling her hands. The need is on her again and Damon and I are fighting responding to it. Human convention and propriety are still ingrained in us.

Elena is looking around the room, her eyes occasionally flit to Bonnie, examining the state she's in. She is the first to speak. "Listen, guys. This doesn't really require my presence to get going and Bonnie looks like she's reaching critical mass, so I'm going to leave you to it." She gracefully gets to her feet. "I'll go find an out of the way room and turn in for the night."

Elena stands and looks at Damon as if she's trying to figure out the puzzle of him. Apparently, she finds her solution and impulsively kneels at Damon's feet. Surprisingly, she puts her arms around him. He returns her embrace and she moves her mouth to kiss his cheek. She mouths in his ear, so that Bonnie can't hear her whispered admonition. "Be gentle, alright? It's her first time."

He shifts so that he can look into her eyes. He gives her a very un-Damonlike sweet smile, softly running the back of his hand across her jawline. "I wouldn't hurt her now; I couldn't if I wanted to. You two are the most precious things my brother and I have." He takes her face in his hands and puts a chaste kiss on her closed lips. Elena's soft, surprised, "Oh," was her undoing.

His takes advantage of her open mouth, tilting her head to one side and claimed her, the way he's been wanting to since he'd first learned of her existence. Elena's hands come to rest on his ribcage, kneading the flesh of him above the fabric of his black t-shirt. Elena's arousal swiftly perfumes the air heavily. I can only assume Damon responded to it, because he moves his body closer to hers, one hand skimming down her neck, over a pert breast and winds around her back, bringing her torso flush with his.

Eventually, Elena put the breaks on, placing her palms on his chest and pushing out of his embrace. Her pupils are impossibly dilated as she licks the taste of him off her lower lip in an unconsciously sensual manner. She smiles impishly at him and scrambles away from him, heading in my direction. She stands this time, facing me and smiles warmly. Reaching out, she gently caresses one side of my face and tries to chastely peck me on mouth. I was having none of that. For her generosity of heart and spirit, I grasp her head and give her as good as my brother did. When I felt her swaying, I reluctantly break the kiss and whisper fiercely, "I DO love you!"

She opens her eyes, arching a brow, giving her expression a saucy appearance. "I know."

Turning towards Bonnie, she gets on her knees once again and moves to hug her friend, murmuring, "You're dearer than a sister to me, yesterday, today and tomorrow. Be well and try to enjoy yourself."

Bonnie stiffens within her embrace. She whispers in Elena's ear. "Will you stay with me? I don't think I can do this. I mean three days ago-," she drags her coppery-green gaze from me to Damon. She releases Elena to look at her. "My rational brain doesn't want to accept this. I barely know Stefan and well, Damon…" her voice trails off.

"Tell you what? I'll stay, for a little while. But you do me a favor?" Elena asks.

"What?" Bonnie responds.

"Let them touch you."

Bonnie looks at the ceiling, and then closes her eyes, an almost pained expression on her face. "When they touch me, I'm not myself anymore."

"This isn't about individuals anymore. Lives are at stake. And on a totally shallow note, they are ridiculously hot."

Bonnie's eyes remain closed, but my brother and I have already made our way over to her, awaiting her response. Before the permissive word can finish clearing her lips, Elena glides away from her and I settle my hands on her jean-covered thighs and capture her lips with my own. Damon's hands caress her shoulders, alternating kneading lightly and stroking. I can't tell if it's my mouth or his hands working that makes Bonnie open her mouth on a lusty moan.

My fingers run restlessly back and forth along her thighs. I can't wait to get myself between them. Dimly, I hear the tinkle of glass on glass as I assume Elena is pouring herself a drink from the bar.

Bonnie raises one hand to cup my face. Then her fingers steal around to thread themselves through my head, bringing me closer, deepening our kiss. Her tongue's tip runs along mine playfully. I open my eyes, to find her other hand is occupied, stealing up one of Damon's arms to tug him closer to her.

He leans towards the back of the couch, his fingers moving down the front of her billowy peasant blouse to cup and test the weight of her breasts. I hear him groan as he bring his face closer to ours, laying tender kisses along the side of Bonnie's neck…the same side he'd ravaged only days before. My heart hurts to hear him whispering a repeated litany of, "I'm sorry," in her ear, and ever more shocked when I see the expression of pain on his beautiful face, a lone tear rolling down it.

She stops kissing me to turn her head to Damon's. "I know. It's okay. We weren't our best selves." She brings a hand up to touch his cheek and he turns his head to kiss her palm. "Kiss me, Damon." I shift back to give them room. Damon moves and he's suddenly on the couch beside Bonnie. His lips take hers in a scorching kiss that I'm almost embarrassed to have witnessed, it was that intimate, that earth-moving.

I busy myself with removing her shoes, placing them under the couch. They are so involved in their embrace that Bonnie doesn't react to my undoing the fastenings of her jeans. I hear her escalated breaths nearby and remember that Elena is a witness to it all. I look over at where she is seated, a forgotten book in her hand and the drink held to her lips. The glass of scotch has long fogged over from her ragged breathing and the dual personal perfume of both Elena and Bonnie fight for dominance on the air.

My hands move away from Bonnie's pants. I'm trying go slowly, but it's a monumental effort to keep from throwing the both of them over my shoulders and taking everything their bodies are offering. I close my eyes and fight my nature.

Moments later, head bowed and still on my knees, hands rest lightly on my shoulders. Elena. She lightly kisses the top of my head, then moves out of the room, taking her enticing perfume with her.

When I next open my eyes, I see that Damon has shod his shoes and he and Bonnie are lying lengthwise across the couch, her between his legs and one of his hands down the open front of her jeans. Her hips are gyrating in time with the magic his fingers are performing. Damon's lips are attached to her neck, administering what's sure to be one world-class hickey come morning. His other hand has divested her of her blouse and he's stroking her breasts alternating from one to the other. Bonnie's eyes are closed tightly, her mouth working to draw in air and letting out puffs of moans.

I toe off my shoes and shuck myself of my clothing. Once nude, I climb on the couch between their legs and remove her jeans and soaked cotton panties, granting Damon's hand better access. I kiss, lick and caress my way up one leg and down the other. Traveling back up her legs to the center of her, Damon removes his hand from her core and I replace it with my tongue. Bonnie's body arches, bowing skyward and she lets out a shriek at the contact.

She tastes sweet and hot and I lick her clean as Damon also licks her essence off his fingers. We both moan at the taste of her. I lap at her clit, eliciting another muffled shriek from her and Damon seals her mouth with a kiss. As I go to work in earnest, I track Damon's hands while he removes her bra, tossing it over the back of the couch. He toys with her dark chocolate nipples, manipulating the already stiffened points to pebble-like hardness. I find myself lost in the sweetness of her, the taste, her sounds and her movements. Soon, she puts her fingers to my head, forcefully bringing me closer to more firm contact with her clit. I answered the unspoken demand and suck gently, but intently. I put one finger to her heat, gliding easily inside and she's soon spilling over into climax. I hold on as she rides my mouth and finger until her movements slow and I hear her heartbeat settle back into more normal rhythms.

With her orgasm came a spilling of her honey onto my waiting fingers. I lap up all her body offers and afterwards, let my eyes travel up her beautiful form to her face and meet my brother's eyes. I can hear him thinking, putting thoughts into my head, though I don't know if he realizes. Let me take her now. She wants to spend the rest of the evening with you. I guess the bond is working its will now, even though the process isn't complete. He makes a circular motion with an index finger and we switch places with one another, barely disturbing Bonnie.

My hands encase the soft skin of her breasts and I whisper, "Bonnie. Open your eyes."

Her passion glazed eyes open and widen, surprised at my position behind her. Her gaze travels down her body, looking for Damon, who's shedding his clothing, his eyes raking over her form possessively. He positions himself between her spread legs and settles his head down between her legs, making Bonnie moan again.

He abruptly lifts his head and looks up at me quizzically. "How could you stand being down here without taking her? She looks and tastes like ambrosia." I see a flush creep up Bonnie's chest and into her face, as she moves to close herself off from Damon. I hear him mutter something like, "Don't you dare!" refusing to let her legs close, and I speak Bonnie's name.

When she reluctantly slides her gaze to mine, I say, "Kiss me," and bring her mouth to mine.

Soon, she's making those pleading and satisfying sounds again. Soon, another orgasm is wending it's through her system and before she reaches its crest, I move my mouth down to her neck and bite, watching as Damon rears up, a thumb strumming her clit and sheaths his cock inside her in one smooth stroke, stopping all movement once he's seated to the hilt. His pupils blow wide, bleeding from blue to black as he groans harshly.

I'm lost in the twin flavors of her blood and her honey. I sip cautiously as she rides out her climax and pleads to my brother, "For God's sake, Damon, keep going!" He growls at her and begins to stroke in and out of her in earnest, alternately, cursing and thanking various deities. Bonnie lifts and retreats, meeting him thrust for thrust. She brings her slender arms up to wind about Damon's neck.

I release her from my bite, feeling almost sated but the friction of her hot little ass against my raging hard cock is my undoing. I growl my satisfaction, once again brought to completion without the benefit of having been inside her. Damon soon pumps himself to climax, leaning down to bite at the fleshy part of her breast, drawing again from her, completing the bond. He groans as he comes inside walls, which I can only assume are hot and grasping.

Moments later, he lifts a sweat soaked brow to Bonnie's and kisses her lips, whispering, "Thank you, beautiful." Bonnie smiles, embracing him. He moves his head up to meet my eyes, as Bonnie nuzzles the skin of his neck. He removes himself from her and lifts her hips, positioning her so that my still-hardened cock slides easily into her. I know now why Damon's eyes were crossing. Bonnie's hot, tight and oh, so wet. My eyes close at the feel of her and then open as I note that a moaning, laughing Bonnie is now facing me, courtesy of Damon's repositioning skills.

One of my hands covers her breast and the other fastens to her hips and Damon guides her up and the length of me. Once she's found the rhythm, he releases her body, stands up, gives her a parting kiss and saunters naked out of the parlor. Were I not buried balls-deep in this enchantress, I would have sworn that he did a little shimmying happy-dance.

Once he's retreated upstairs to his bedroom, I set my hands on Bonnie's waist, halting her movements. She looks questioningly at me. I reach for an afghan covering the back of the couch and cover her up. I remove myself from wet silken depths of her with a groan and stand with her in my arms. Looking down into her confused face, I whisper, "I'm taking you up to my room." She nods, letting her head rest on my chest, her arms looped around my neck.

One this, our first night together, it's only right that I claim her in my room, in my bed. Having fulfilled the obligation of Damon's part in the bond, I have no intentions to share her for the rest of the night.

Once in my room, I head to my bathroom and set her on her feet. I start a shower for us, adjusting the water's temperature, all the while eyeballing her long, shapely exposed legs. Divesting her of the afghan, I walk her into the shower and wash us both.

After our shower, I towel her off and massage a calming lavender oil into her skin from neck to toes. As I'm worshipping her body with my hands, thoughts flit through my consciousness.

I think I've wanted you since I first saw you, Bonnie.

Color me a bit stunned, when she answers back. What? At school?

We continue communicating through our new shared connection.

No. I thought at her. At the hospital after Elena's parents died. I saw you and Sheila come in to visit and comfort her; first at the hospital, then everyday at her house until she started to truly recover.

Oh.

Before I came to know anything about Elena, it was you who invaded my thoughts. I watched you and Elena everyday as the summer passed and became more enchanted by you. Although I initially pursued Elena to make sure that she wasn't Katherine and eventually came to love her, I think there was some part of me that loved you first.

Her breath caught and she drew me up off my knees, bringing her mouth to mine in a tender kiss of acknowledgement.

Thank you for telling me, Stefan. Just knowing that makes me feel better about the past few days.

After that kiss, she takes the bottle from me and returns the massage, though it's taken her twice as long, because I keep interrupting her efforts with various, nips, kisses and caresses. I just can't believe she is finally MINE!

Once she's declared her task completed, I snatch the bottle from her hands, toss it aside and fill my arms with Bonnie. I take her lips, laying siege to that tempting mouth of hers, while my hands busy themselves pulling her flush to my body and caressing a handful of her breast. She moans into my mouth and turns the tables.

Her hands, which have threaded themselves through my damp hair, skate down to my chest. She uses the fingers of both hands to circle my nipples, playing with them, making them harder than they've ever been. She doesn't cease her exploration of me, moving on to skim the skin of my abdomen, while one hand reaches around to grab my ass-cheek firmly. I start abruptly, and then jerk again, when her featherlike touch on my front almost aggressively takes hold of my raging cock. I groan into her mouth and I feel her smile. Her hands still slick with damp are moving along my shaft, teasing a drop of pre-cum from me.

I used what little senses I have left to walk her backwards from the bathroom towards the bed, which we fall into once I've turned us about, so that I'm taking the impact of our descent. Bracing up on her elbows, she explores the planes of my face with her mouth and fingers, like she's committing me to memory. It's on the tip of my tongue to tell her that we'll have years of nights and days of this, but I dimly remember to still my tongue because she's so new at all this. I feel treasured and cherished and am humbled by her exploration, the seriousness with which she peruses my face and body.

I alternately touch and tease her exposed skin, paying special attention to her back and sides of her legs. She must be ultrasensitive on her legs because soon after she releases a satisfied hiss of breath, I'm suddenly hit by her personal perfume and my cock is coated by her.

Using one hand to bring her eyes to mine, I order her to lift up. She raises her hips up and maneuvering my other hand, I place myself at her entrance and slide effortlessly into her heat, which sends the both of us groaning out oaths. I stroke into her a few times, to get the feel of her, of us, and I can barely form words at the exquisiteness of the contact. Bonnie ends up taking over, moving steadily up and down my erection, letting out tiny stilted screams as she hits a pleasure point.

As Bonnie continues to work herself atop me, I notice that there is no change the intensity of my feelings from Elena's presence to my brother's. There was no jealousy, guilt or shame, just a general sense of heat and well-being, whether in the presence of two, three or four. In my heart, I know that what we're doing is right and that we will all eventually be okay. I take comfort in this knowledge and redouble my efforts to bring myself and Bonnie to one hell of a climax.

I shift our bodies, needing her underneath me, wanting as much skin-to-skin contact with her as possible. With every thrust, she moans, with every down-stroke, she sighs lustily, as though she can't get enough of me, of this. I reach one hand down to strum her distended pearl of nerve endings. I kiss and nip at her lips, imprinting the look of bliss on her face to my memory. Our pace speeds as we match each other, racing to the finish line of oblivion. Bonnie screams out my name hoarsely as her orgasm comes over her. I soon follow her, thrusting a half-dozen more times, spilling deeply within her clenching walls.

Minutes later, I lift my head to find that Bonnie's asleep. I guess a number of orgasms will do that to you. I gently lift her in my arms and expose the sheets. After settling in behind her under the blankets, I smooth her hair out of her face and wonder at the events which have brought us here. I never would have imagined such a situation a week ago. Now, after all that has passed, I wouldn't trade the last few hours for anything. Make no mistake, I love Elena, but I will love this little witch just as fiercely and wonder if I'm not already there.

I smile when sometime later I hear Damon enter Elena's room, the latter releasing a muffled shriek. "Oh, honey, you got started without me!" followed shortly by her delighted giggles. I'm happy about them. I'm moved that Elena's heart is big enough to allow all of us in without recrimination. I'm happy that my brother has finally found some peace and will experience happiness with both Elena and Bonnie, as I unexpectedly have.

Fin