A/N: So real life has been getting in the way of writing for awhile! Thanks so much for all the reviews I received in the mean time, I love hearing what you're thinking and you have given me some GREAT suggestions, I've got plenty of plot bunnies hopping around in my head JGotta give a quick shout out: Trogdor19 is one of the best in the Delena fanfic business in my opinion (read "Willing" if you don't believe me) and the fact that she reviewed and liked this story of mine means so so much to me!
Warnings: Angry sex
"Damon, this is stupid," grumbled Elena, crossing her arms over her chest. "And besides, it's not working."
"That's because you're clearly not even trying," Damon told her through gritted teeth. His patience was beginning to wear thin.
"Because it's stupid," Elena repeated, glaring at him.
They were out in the woods together and it was a beautiful summer day. It was the kind of day that encouraged people to plan picnics or trips to the beach, slather on sunscreen and spend the day breathing in fresh air and feeling happy to just be alive. Of course, Damon wasn't "alive" in the strictest sense of the word, but he liked to think he could still enjoy a few simple human pleasures now and then. Especially since bad guy after bad guy had prevented him from doing so for a long time. The sun was shining, the birds were singing…and his girlfriend was getting on his very last nerve.
When he had suggested training in the woods earlier that day, she had seemed to jump at the chance. After all, Damon wasn't going to be around all the time to look out for her once she went off to college. It was time she learned how to look out for herself. And who better to teach Elena how to be a better, faster, stronger vampire than her creature of the night boyfriend?
The best laid plans…
"When you said we were going to train, I thought you were going to show me how to fight," she complained. "This is definitely not what I signed up for."
"Part of fighting is being able to anticipate," Damon tried to explain, for the third time that day. "You have to be able to distinguish between predator and prey. You need to learn how to use your heightened senses to your advantage."
Elena exhaled heavily and he could hear the tension she was holding inside of her. It made sense that she was finding this difficult. Although she'd been functioning as a vampire for several months now, she was relatively quite new to all of this. When you're a young vampire still getting used to how everything is heightened, it's hard to pick individual things out at will. Not to mention that becoming a vampire amplified all the characteristics you held while you were human. Damon wasn't exactly a keen observer of human behavior, but for several years now he had been a pretty keen observer of Elena. Which is how he knew that Elena had always been a little bit more tense than the average person, because she tended to hold things in rather than letting them out. And she had certainly always been a stubborn thing. Damon couldn't even count the number of times he'd told her to stay put for her own safety, only to have her rush after him headfirst into danger.
He tried to focus again on the present. "Close your eyes," he told her. "Just concentrate on listening, and try to pick out the sounds of life around you."
"I thought you were against drinking from animals anyway," Elena muttered insolently, but she closed her eyes. "You're the one who always says 'straight from the vein, straight from the vein,' aren't you?"
"Have you not been listening to what I've been saying for the last half hour?" Damon exclaimed in frustration. "I want you to track the deer, I don't give a shit what you do with it once you catch it. You can put a pink bow around its neck and name it Bambi for all I care."
Elena opened her eyes. "Bambi was a boy," she replied, giving him an oh-so-classic "duh" look that reminded him that she was still a teenage girl at heart.
But she was also a vampire, and damn it Damon was going to teach her how to be a good one if it killed him. Again.
"No need to get snarky," Damon told her. "Come on, you can do this. It's really not that hard."
"Maybe for you it's not Damon, but this doesn't come naturally to me okay?" Elena retorted. "Let's face it, I was never meant to be a vampire. I'm not like Caroline, or you, I'm-"
She stopped.
"You're what?" Damon asked, trying to keep his voice even despite the tight feeling that had taken over his chest. She didn't answer, and the thoughts that he imagined were bouncing around in her head made him feel inexplicably nauseous. "Just say it," he spat at her, the sudden anger in his voice obviously startling her. He was angry at her, yes, but he was angry with himself too because he should have seen this coming. "You think you're like Stefan?" he continued when she didn't reply. "You think I couldn't possibly understand you the way he did?"
"You're putting words in my mouth!"
"It's obviously what you were thinking," Damon accused.
"Fine!" she yelled at him. "Maybe I am like Stefan. I can't drink from humans without feeling guilty. I don't enjoy being a vampire the way you do. And I'm not good at it like you are."
"That's because you won't give it a chance!" Damon shouted at her. "You're still walking around pretending to be human, trying so hard to keep up the charade."
He didn't know why but it infuriated him to watch her deny her true nature. She wasn't just rejecting herself; she was rejecting him. This was what they were – vampires. Predators. If she couldn't accept that part of herself, how was she ever going to accept him for who he truly was?
She didn't reply, and if anything that made him angrier. "If what you want is to stay in denial then maybe you should just give up on all this. Go find Stefan, I'm sure he'd be more than happy to help you in the denial department," Damon said bitterly.
"I chose you, Damon," Elena said insistently.
"You chose Stefan too, once," Damon pointed out.
Elena let out a noise of pure, aggravated frustration. "Why do you always have to make it about you versus Stefan?"
"Fine. Let's make it about you. Why don't you think you can do this? Why are you so scared to try?"
"Because I can't!" she screamed. "You keep telling me to listen but all I hear is the voice in my head telling me that this is wrong. Maybe I don't want to learn to be a better vampire! What if you teach me how to hunt, how to kill, and it takes over and I can't control it and I hurt someone?"
"Elena…"
Damon reached for her arm but she shook him off. "Don't! I told you I don't want to do this, just leave me alone okay?" she yelled angrily, storming off in the direction of the house.
Damon used his vampire speed to chase after her and cut her off, causing Elena to stop in her tracks.
"Look, I know you're upset," Damon began.
"Get out of my way," Elena said in a steely voice.
"You just need to trust yourself and give this a real shot."
She shoved his chest, hard enough that he stumbled backwards a couple of steps. His eyes darkened. "If you'd stop behaving like a spoiled brat for five seconds you might notice that I'm actually trying to help you!"
"I don't want your help!" she screamed at him. "I didn't even want to be a fucking vampire in the first place, I don't want to hunt fucking deer in the fucking woods, and I don't want to see your fucking face right now!"
Damon didn't think he'd ever heard her swear like that before, especially so many times in one sentence. He would have been impressed if he weren't already seriously pissed at her.
"Well excuse me for thinking you might want to learn to take care of yourself. But if you want to keep playing the helpless victim all the time, fine. Let's just give up and go home."
When she shoved him a second time it was with all of her vampire strength and it sent Damon flying into a tree trunk.
Okay, now he was mad.
She had turned and was storming away again, but in a flash Damon was back on his feet and in her face.
"That is it," he snarled. "Are you serious right now?"
"I am not a victim," she spat at him. When her arms went out to shove him away from her again Damon caught her wrists in his hands, twisting them slightly between their bodies.
"Ow, Damon that hurts," she growled at him.
"Yeah, well it felt great when you threw me into that tree," Damon snapped at her. She glared daggers at him and tried to wrench her wrists free.
"Let go of me," she demanded.
"No," Damon told her. If she was going to be stubborn, he could be stubborn too. And if she was going to be mad, well he might as well give her a reason to be.
She struggled against him but he held on to her firmly, forcing her backwards until she was pressed up against the same tree he'd collided with only moments earlier.
Her eyes blazed at him and despite the fact that he was angry with her he couldn't help but notice her breasts as they strained against her tight blue tank top, rising and falling with each breath she took. The flush in her cheeks. The way she couldn't stop her gaze from flickering to his lips and then back up to his blue eyes.
"Get off me," Elena tried again, but she sounded a little bit less convincing this time. Damon didn't even bother to reply, just raised an eyebrow at her and smirked with self-satisfaction. He had her exactly where he wanted her.
"God Damon you are such a psychopa-," Elena started to say, but without warning Damon attacked her mouth, bruising her lips with his insistence. He let go of her hands to pull her hips up against his. And she was kissing him back, her tongue in his mouth, his hands in her hair, and it was more wild and desperate than it had been since they got together. He was ready to lose himself in her when he felt Elena's hands pushing him away again. He backed off with reluctance and was about to ask her what was wrong when Elena slapped across the face, hard.
The sound of her hand hitting his cheek seemed to echo in the clearing.
It took less than a second for Damon to grab her wrists again and yanked them down to her sides. "Try that again," he dared her, and she glared at him. Instead, she lunged for him and captured his mouth in a punishing kiss of her own, biting down hard on his lip before soothing it with her tongue. Damon growled into her mouth, pushing her harder up against the tree.
Elena struggled against him even as she kissed him, not wanting to submit to his actions completely. Their tongues dueled as they fought for dominance and Damon couldn't help but feel victorious when she let out a quiet moan. He was ridiculously hard, for reasons he didn't exactly care to explore, and he ground himself against her just the way he knew she liked it.
She drove him crazy, in both good ways and bad. She could be so sweet one moment and so infuriating the next, but Damon couldn't help but love every side of her. She was wrong, she was nothing like Stefan. Stefan refused to hunt humans because he had never been able to gain control over his bloodlust, whereas Elena had already displayed a tremendous amount of control over her vampire desires; she just hadn't learned how to trust herself yet. Stefan had earned the guilt that tortured him over the course of several decades of ruthless killing. Elena was overcome by the guilt of what she thought she might do. She didn't think she could do this, so Damon had to find a way to show her that he knew that she could.
Elena broke apart from him to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it up over his head. He held back a smirk. It was comforting to know that even when she was angry with him she couldn't help but want all of him.
Elena reached between them to grip his erection through his pants and Damon hissed in pleasure.
"Should've known violence would be a turn-on for you," she said nastily.
"Don't pretend it does nothing for you," he retorted. His hands went to her chest, roughly massaging and squeezing her gorgeous breasts through her tank top. Damon could see the lust written across her face as clear as day. She unzipped his pants in response, reaching inside them to pull out his large erection. When she began to stroke him, Damon thought his eyes might roll into the back of his head. Elena usually touched him teasingly at first, almost shyly before she'd switch to a firmer grip. Today she went straight to business – her strokes were hurried, persistent and rough, like she wanted him as hard as she could get him, as quickly as she could get him there. Like she couldn't wait to have him inside of her.
When it became too much, Damon reached down to stop her, distracting her by reaching between her legs and rubbing her through the workout shorts she had worn on their excursion. She didn't resist him when he grabbed both her shorts and panties and yanked them down her legs, and her hands flew to his shoulders when he nudged her wet folds apart to run a finger teasingly from her entrance to her clit.
"Damon," she breathed.
"Hate me or love me," he told her. "It doesn't seem to affect the way your body reacts to me."
He pushed a finger inside of her and she moaned loudly.
"Yessssssss," she let out, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as he began to finger her. Her lips sought out his – probably just to shut him up – and she kissed him hungrily while he played with her pussy, adding another finger and working her up further. She was so warm and wet, so sexy and wanting as she ground her hips down on his fingers, trying to get as much as she could.
After a minute or so she was panting heavily and Damon decided it was time to stop. "Turn around," he told her, withdrawing his fingers from her body. Elena gave him a look but did as he asked.
He took her hands and placed her open palms against the tree trunk. "Now bend over," he whispered in her ear. She shivered but moved slowly away from the tree as she bent at the waist, bracing herself against the tree with her arms out. The barely-there sound of Damon shoving his pants down his hips seemed loud in the quiet of the woods.
"You had better hold on because I am not in the mood to be gentle," Damon told her, positioning himself at her wet entrance.
"Good," she replied, looking over her shoulder at him. "Me neither."
He buried himself inside of her in one smooth movement, and Elena moaned deliciously in response.
"Harder," she encouraged, thrusting her hips backwards.
He pulled out and slammed back in again, his grip on her hips holding her in place.
"Yes!" Elena screamed. He set a vicious pace, shutting his eyes to the trees and the noises of the forest around him and concentrating only on her – the noises she was making underneath him, the feeling of her tight pussy stretching out around his length, and the smell of sex that was beginning to permeate the air. It was easy to shut everything else out – in fact it gave him an idea – but he knew it would have to wait till later. Right now the only thing that mattered was Elena's body moving against his.
He felt her inner walls beginning to spasm around his cock and he leaned into her, reaching around to play with her clit and causing her to jolt against him. A minute later he was sending her over the edge into oblivion and she was letting out a strangled scream as she pulsed around him.
Pulling her up to stand again, Damon turned Elena around and pressed her into the tree. The trunk dug into her back, but his shockingly blue eyes burning into her own distracted her. Damon's cock was still hard between their bodies and she absentmindedly admired his control. She didn't have any control when it came to him – clearly.
"I'm sorry," Damon told her breathlessly, cursing himself inwardly for being such a pushover when it came to Elena. But being inside of her, the gorgeously vulnerable way she'd just come trying not to scream his name – he could never stand to fight with her.
"Fuck me now, apologize later," Elena said, but he could see her eyes soften and knew that he'd been forgiven. Damon half-laughed in response but did as she asked, lifting her up off her feet so that she was forced to wrap her legs around him as he guided his erection back inside of her. She threw her head back as he buried himself in her to the hilt.
Damon moved inside of her in short, fast strokes, wrapping his arm around her to cup the back of her head with his palm, pulling her towards his lips and claiming them in a searing kiss.
Elena was digging her nails into his back. He could feel her breaking the skin but he didn't stop her, just kept driving into her wetness as he sought his own release.
When he switched it up slightly, changing his angle to create more friction for her, she wrenched her lips from his and let out a shriek.
"Someone's gonna think you're being attacked out here if you keep that up," he warned, still thrusting inside her. Not that he particularly minded. She felt so good and was clutching at him so desperately that he knew there was no way in hell they were stopping, not for anyone or anything.
"Tell me you're mine," he demanded. He needed to hear her say it.
"I'm yours," Elena gasped.
"Say my name," he persisted.
"God, Damon, I'm yours," she moaned. "Fuck me, God, fuck me hard."
There was a part of Damon that hoped Stefan was still in town, had been hiding in these woods feeding off his stupid bunnies. He wasn't proud of it, but he wanted Stefan to hear this, wanted him to listen to his ex-girlfriend now as she begged his older brother for more.
"Gonna make you come again," he told her, feeling it building up now inside of him and wanting to take Elena with him.
"Yes," she moaned. Damon swiveled his hips against her body, trying to give her what she needed. The pressure against her clit, the way he was moving inside of her, it was all for her. Everything Damon did was for her.
Elena was whimpering into his neck with every thrust, kissing and gently nipping at the place where his neck met his shoulders as he drove her body closer to release.
"I wanna bite you," Elena moaned.
"Do it," Damon said raggedly, and with his permission Elena didn't hesitate, sinking her fangs into his neck and drinking greedily. He felt his blood surging and when she pushed him into her own neck it was all the encouragement he needed. He felt her coming apart against him as his fangs penetrated her soft skin, and she trembled in his arms as her orgasm began to take over her body. Elena continued to drink from him, and with her blood on his own tongue he surged inside of her, wanting to make her come for him as long and hard as he possibly could. Only when he felt her muscles begin to relax against his in post-orgasmic bliss did he allow himself to lose control. He thrust into her hard and deep, shuddering his own release.
They didn't speak at first, their faces hidden in each other's necks even though they had stopped drinking. Damon continued to hold her in his arms against the tree. He felt satisfied physically, but there was an aching feeling in his chest that he couldn't shake.
"Damon, my legs are cramping up," Elena said, bringing him back into the moment.
"Sorry," Damon said, moving so she could unwrap her legs from around his waist and return them to solid ground.
Damon pulled his pants back up while Elena wiggled into her underwear and workout shorts again.
"You aren't a helpless victim," Damon told her as he buckled his belt. "I'm sorry I said that."
Elena sighed heavily and met his gaze. "I think maybe we both said things that weren't true," she said, stepping closer to him.
Damon closed the remaining space between them. "I'm sorry," he murmured again, wrapping her in his arms.
"Me too," she replied, her cheek resting against Damon's still bare chest.
"No more fighting?" Damon asked.
"Deal," Elena said, leaning up into him to kiss his lips sweetly. Damon felt the relief flood throughout his whole body,
"Not today, anyway," Damon said, trying to lighten the mood. "I make no promises about tomorrow. Especially if I'm grumpy because you've kept me awake with your snoring again. I need my beauty sleep."
Elena pulled back and swatted his chest playfully. "I do not snore!"
"Do too."
"Do not!"
Damon smirked and pulled her in for another kiss.
A/N: So - no explicit spoilers I promise - but who else is super bummed about how season 5 has ended? I feel like I might need to drown my sorrows in writing dirty Damon/Elena fanfic...please please review with any suggestions for what you'd like to see our favourite couple get up to next time! And thanks for reading!