Fic: This is Not a Love Story chapter 5

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The  Vampire diaries: Damon/Elena  Damon/Katherine

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.



Chapter Five

Fool me once.

Katherine sighed as Damon's mouth settled over hers. She knew they should talk, that she had no idea where she really stood with him, that she'd only be opening herself up for more pain if she slept with him again.

He knew the truth finally, the sordid pathetic circumstances of her life were now public knowledge. She had no more walls to hide behind and no pride to salvage if he rejected her. Sleeping with him, giving in to the passion and love now that he knew the truth; it was the final surrender in a war she was fated to lose from the first day they'd met. For so long he'd been the goal, the prize behind all of her plans and schemes and until that night on Elena's porch, it had never occurred to her that he might not be there when she was finally ready.

When she had fled Mystic fall's after delivering Stefan's cure, she had left full of rage and hurt, determined to move on and forget about Damon Salvatore. But that had lasted all of a week before she was throwing herself back into the middle of things. After all, she was Katarina Petrova and a Petrova never gave up.

So she'd done what she could. She'd tracked Stefan under the pretext of love and by doing so, had made sure to keep Damon out of it as much as possible. Even running Michael to ground, had more to do with Damon's safety than her own freedom. And through it all, Damon had never wavered in his love for Elena Gilbert. In the end it was that unassailable fact that had made her decide to let him go, at least for the present.

Because of course, a human lifetime was nothing to a vampire. She had already been without him for nearly a century and a half. What was another sixty or seventy years to someone who had eternity, she could wait. Eventually her doppelganger would be dead and Damon's heart would be free again. She might even have found another way to get rid of Klaus by then.

And then the news reached her; Elena had become a vampire and it had changed everything for Katherine.

So she'd slipped back into town and watched from the sidelines. She'd seen the distance forming between Elena and Stefan and her growing reliance and barely veiled need for Damon. She'd also seen the way Elena had still been doing her best to deny it and tonight's careless cruelty towards him, had made up Katherine's mind.

Elena Gilbert was a selfish little idiot, that wouldn't know a good thing if it bit her. And hadn't. Yes, Damon was a sarcastic ruthless bastard, who called a spade a spade, but he'd been doing everything he could to get Elena past her transition and into a place where she could have some sort of balance. And what had he got for his efforts? Scorn, insults and the complete disregard of his feelings. It had made Katherine's blood boil and shored up her belief, the certainty, that her little dopplebitch did not deserve him.

Katherine decided that it was time to fight. Yes, she could have borne him pining after a human Elena, she after all, had an expiration date. But there was no way she was going to let little Miss Gilbert the vampire, lead him around by the nose. She just would not have it. Damon had been made for her, he was a vampire because she'd willed it and it was time he knew everything.

And that's what had brought her to now, to Damon's arms and bed. And left her wondering; how much more of her heart she could risk and still expect to survive?

As his lips moved from her mouth to her throat, Katherine was torn with indecision. She had dreamt of this so often over the years. The realization that making love with him surpassed her memories, or any of the many dreams she'd had, was truly eye opening. But could she allow this to happen again, now that he knew that for her it was truly lovemaking and not just sex .

His teeth scraped across her throat and she shuddered.

Sense memory rippled through her; memories of them in the shower, his fangs and cock buried deep inside her body reawakening her need and dispelling her doubts. The overwhelming desire she felt for him; returning in a rush that left her helpless to resist.

Fuck it! I can worry about him loving me tomorrow. Tonight I just want this, I want him.

Katherine arched her neck in surrender, both to Damon and to her own desire. The movement was a sensual tease, an invitation and an acceptance both physical and symbolic. Damon might not know she'd given in, but she had. For the first time in she didn't remember how long, she was going to be with a man and hold nothing back. Not passion, strength, nor joy and most especially, not love.

Damon felt Katherine shudder under him, felt her relax and give in to his touch and knew that here would be no more conversation tonight.

His mouth on her collarbone; he smiled against her skin. It was nice to know that Katherine at least, was not immune to his skill.

Kissing and nipping under her chin, he ran one hand down her throat and across her shoulders; in a teasing promise that his mouth would soon follow.

His fingers caressing and relearning each inch of her skin as they moved over her body . He touched her as if blind, exploring every curve and crevice, every line or indentation; her body a map that could only be read and known completely, by taste and touch alone.

His tongue darted out to taste the saltines of her skin as his mouth slid across her clavicle, his fingers skimming lightly over one hard nipple before sweeping down to her thigh. The hand lingered there for a moment, before returning to her breast to cup and stroke the underside, his mouth slowly travelling down to join it.

Lathing her breast with the flat of his tongue, his lips and teeth teased, never quite making contact with her hardened nipple, before moving on to do the same with her other breast.

Katherine gasped, her hands coming up to cradle his head and her back arching as she tried to get closer, urged him to give more. Free hand sliding down the smooth length of her thigh, Damon moved his mouth back to her other breast, teeth nibbling and nipping lightly before lengthening to fangs. Scraping delicately across the tightly budded nipple, he bit down gently but hard enough to draw blood, before closing his mouth over the punctures and suckling.

Her hands tightened in his hair as she felt the pull of blood from her breast, an answering twinge in her core making her squirm with fresh need.

Releasing her breast Damon shifted and turned so their bodies were head to toe .Placing both hands now on her thighs he stroked lightly and waited for her. When he felt her small hand curl around his cock he bit back a groan. Doing his best to concentrate and push his own need away he bent his head back to her body. Then still using only his fangs, he dragged them lightly across her skin, pausing now and then to leave sharp pinpricks of bright blood, which he hungrily erased with mouth and tongue.

Hands on the underside of her thighs, he urged them to open wider as he moved down, his head pillowed on one of her now parted legs.

He carefully teased the inside of the other thigh with his deadly teeth, never quite hard enough to break skin and just short of painful, until the scent of her arousal was nearly overwhelming.

Retracting his fangs for the moment, he lifted his head and moved to place open mouthed kisses on curls that glistened wetly with her arousal.

She bucked up to meet him, obvious in her need for more.

Spurred on by that need and his own increasing arousal, he slid his hands around her thighs in a slow teasing caress, his fingers dancing across the wet heat of her centre. Stroking upwards a little more firmly he framed her pussy with his hands, then using both thumbs to part her folds, he deliberately breathed a stream of heated air across her clit.

Katherine moaned, her breath ghosting over his cock. Her softly gasped please, sending a shiver of heightened lust arcing through him. When her fingers tightened around his shaft, it took every bit of his experience not to buck into her caress.

Using just the tip of his tongue, he traced the edges of her folds, then wetting his fingers with his own saliva he moved one hand slowly and deliberately downwards, applying just enough pressure to tease but not to relieve her desire for more.

When both her movement and moans became more desperate he employed both his tongue and lips, gradually spiraling closer to her clit with each lick and gentle suck, his fingers teasing her entrance as he drew closer to his goal.

When she moaned his name and thrust up against his face he took pity on them both.

Staving off the desire to push his tongue deep inside her so he could taste her properly, he used his fingers to part her folds, licked firmly across her clit and thrust two of them inside her very wet entrance.

She lunged up hard against his mouth whimpering and Damon responded by groaning and increasing the pace of his tongue in a fast and fluttering motion, while his fingers moved deep inside her, seeking that place that far too many men overlooked.

Flicking his fingers firmly back and forth across her internal bundle of nerves, his tongue still in motion. He fastened his mouth over her aching pussy and sucked more firmly as she began to writhe desperately; soft pleas for release falling from her lips.

Her internal muscles tightened around his fingers, her gasps and cries for release becoming louder and he knew she was close.

Damon opened his mouth wider, his tongue still busily flicking and stroking as he waited for her to fall over the edge into pleasure. Seconds later when her body began convulsing in the beginnings of her orgasm, Damon brought his fangs out to play.

With vampire speed his head darted to the side and he sank his razor sharp fangs into the juncture of her thigh and drank. Replacing his mouth with his thumb as she bucked and shrieked, his fingers thrust harder and faster, his own carefully tempered desire rising as she came apart under his skilled touch.

Seconds later he felt her hand tighten on his cock and the unexpected sharp sting of her fangs as she sank them in to his own thigh.

Taking small sips of her blood as she in turn drank from him, Damon's head swam with pleasure, her aged and powerful essence filling his head with stars of brightness. Her blood spoke to him of home, of days of love and warmth and nights filled with the passion of the hunt.

But underneath those desires , he could also taste her aching loneliness and her fierce need to survive. Her need to be wanted and loved, as much a part of her as her the vampire need to kill and feed.

Swallowing her blood; taking it inside himself, Damon tasted Katarina Petrova and knew her truly, for the very first time.

She was proud and fierce, cunning and selfish, childlike and cruel, loving and passionate. She was all things, all women and her blood called to him like no others ever had. She was lover and sire and he had never known a woman like her.

He felt the pull of his own blood leaving his body as Katherine continued to drink from him. Her grip was firm and her thumb teased lazily at the head of his cock, even as her other hand massaged and stroked his balls. Her hand left his balls for a moment only to return wet with the blood and saliva from her mouth. She stroked once across his sack, then cupping his balls firmly in her palm she ran one finger along the crack of his ass, stopping briefly to massage and tease the space between his balls and anus. Then without warning, she pulled hard on his blood, simultaneously plunging a finger deep inside his ass.

Damon came with a snarl, the orgasm pulled from his body as the physical act and blood connection swept through him. Seconds later the blood he was drinking from her swirled through his body and his through hers, a never ending circuit that locked them into an experience that neither of them could have imagined. The mingling of their blood, opening pathways into each other's deepest and most hidden places.

As Damon retracted his fangs and swallowed the last of her blood, he knew that Katherine's words had been as true. She felt for him what she had felt for no other.

As her blood settled deep inside him, he knew that she loved him with a reckless possessive passion, a need that bordered on obsession and with a selfishness, that was intrinsically her own.

But with the mingling of their blood he also realized something else. He knew as true and as deep as her feelings were, they were only part of a much larger story.

Yes, Katherine had been telling the truth, but her earlier words were only part of the true tale. He should have guessed from her reaction and her words to Stefan that there was more than what she'd confessed.

When Damon drank from Katherine and all but invited her to drink from him at the same time, he hadn't stopped to think. He'd heard stories and rumours about what it was like to share blood with the one who was of your blood. Cautionary tales, about how sharing blood that near to your own and at the same time, should not be done lightly. But he had no idea what any of it really meant. And now he did.

He'd always known that vampire blood was the stuff of magic, that it carried both curse and gift. But now he also knew there was one gift that it gave unwittingly. The gift of truth. Truth, that could be tasted only within the blood bond of sharing, and only between the vampire and the one who they'd turned. Now he knew why most vampires warned against it and some few craved it. Nothing was hidden from those who drank, everything ever experienced was there to be read no matter what.

It was no wonder that Sage had been loath to share her knowledge of the act. To admit to being that open with anyone, no matter how much you might love them would be hard enough, but to have shared blood and to have known someone that completely only to lose them... Well at least he now understood her faith in Fin's love for her.

God knows he was wishing he could take it back, unknow what he now knew.

Because Yes, he knew Katherine had truly loved him, but he also knew she'd wanted his brother just as much. She'd loved them both, wanted them both and had been devastated by their defection to Elena.

It was all there in her blood; a story to waiting to be read.

Damon; she'd loved because she could see his future as a vampire. A suitable and fierce mate that would hunt by her side, kill for her favour, and adore her until the stars failed. Her vampire nature had recognized his potential the moment she'd laid eyes on him and she had wanted him by her side forever.

But it was the girl inside Katherine, the part that was still Katarina Petrova that had loved Stefan. Katarina loved the boy that held her hand and courted her with sweet kisses. The boy that made her believe; if only for a few stolen moments, that she could have back what she'd lost the night she'd run from Klaus. The part of her that mourned her life and her innocence, was also the part that had loved Stefan.

Katherine had loved Damon for loving the monster in her, but she'd fallen for Stefan because he had loved what was left of her humanity.

And just as he'd tasted these truths in their mingled blood he also tasted the truth behind the missing half of her tale.

Katherine Pierce had been compelled to forget ever loving Stefan, she'd been told to only remember her feelings for Damon, to forget the other Salvatore had ever been important to her.

And it was Elijah that had had done it. He'd fucked with her mind, deliberately erasing that part of her and sending her to Damon. She'd had half her life story altered and she didn't even know it.

As Damon swallowed the last of her blood and the wholly shocking and unexpected truth with it, he was left feeling both furious and confused by Elijah's actions. And utterly at a loss over what he was supposed to do about it.

Elijah must have known that there was a possibility that blood sharing might happen at some stage, so he had to know Damon would taste the compulsion. So what the fuck was he up to? Did he think that Damon would turn her down, was that it? Or maybe, Elijah hoped that if he did find out he would be so happy to have a loving and adoring Kat falling at his feet, that he wouldn't care that she'd been compelled. Or it could be it just be that Elijah didn't think that Katherine would allow the sharing?

Shit! It could have been any number of reasons. Maybe he just didn't care either way. Elijah was a cold bastard at the best of times, but doing this was beyond cold and Damon was fuming.

Playing with Katherine's head was one thing, but to do something like this was cruel, not only to her, but to Damon himself. Sure; Katherine did love him, she had told the truth about that part. She really had loved him from the moment she'd met him, but it wasn't the sort of love that Damon wanted anymore, not since knowing Elena. And now that she'd been compelled to forget all about her feelings for Stefan, even if Damon did want her, it would always be with the knowledge that without compulsion, he'd still be sharing her love.

Damn!

Obviously, what he needed to do was find Elijah and get him to break the compulsion.

He groaned, the after effects of both the blood and his orgasm compromising his ability to think clearly, he needed to come up with a plan but his body just wanted to curl up and sleep. Sadly, his mind seemed to be in agreement, it wasn't relishing leaving the bed to go face down an original and an uncertain outcome.

Beside which, there were only two people that knew where Elijah was... Katherine and Rebecca. Unfortunately, he couldn't ask for Rebecca's help. She hated his gut's and would undoubtedly be happy that Katherine no longer wanted Stefan, especially when she learned that Stefan and Elena were currently on the outs . Katherine was out as well, for the obvious reason. And assuming that he even managed to locate the Original, there was also the small task of getting Elijah to undo the compulsion without getting himself staked.

He groaned internally, staring blindly at the puncture marks that were the cause of his turmoil his mind swam with regret.

Kissing the bite's that he'd left on her inner thigh apologetically, he berated himself for putting both himself and Katherine in this position. If he'd kept his fangs to himself this never would of happened. Damon briefly considered that taking a walk in Mr Sunshine was probably a better option and far less painful than what he was considering.

Because of course, that only left one person that had both a chance of finding and convincing Elijah to lift the compulsion. It was also the last person he wanted to get involved. Elena Gilbert was not someone he wanted pity from, not ever.

Fucking great! I'm really looking forward to that conversation.

And if that wasn't bad enough, in the meantime he had to find a way to extract himself from Katherine's company, without alerting her to what he knew.

There was no use telling her the truth if Elijah refused to reverse it and if tonight had done nothing else, it had shown him that Katherine did love him and had wanted him. The fact that she also wanted and loved his brother didn't change that, it only made him understand her a little better. With the added bonus of helping him to finally let his anger at her go. She was what she was, and he'd known that from the night he'd found out she was a vampire, he'd just forgotten it for a while.

Besides, he'd been fooling both of them when he let her into his bed, there was nothing she could do or say, no matter how true or well meaning, that would change what he felt.

It wouldn't have mattered, if it had been only him. The love he'd once had for Katherine was nothing compared to what he'd felt for Elena. In truth, what he still felt.

Whatever hold Katherine had still had on his heart had been lost in a shitty Georgia carpark; lost with his brothers girl standing over his beaten body, begging for his life. He loved Elena; it would always be Elena and not even the woman who had made him a vampire could change that.

But he still knew what it felt to be second choice; even if it had turned out not to have been totally true. And regardless of the truth, there was no way he'd ever do that to anyone.

Damn Elijah. What the fuck was he thinking?

Distracted by his thoughts, Damon was startled when he found himself suddenly and unexpectedly flipped onto his back.

As Katherine settled on his thighs, her flat belly brushing his cock with her every movement, Damon was reminded, rather pleasurably, that he'd actually been in the middle of having sex with the woman above him.

Giving an internal shrug, he thrust back against her grinding movements, figuring that the quicker he exhausted her, the quicker he'd get to leave.

Mind shying away from the thought of Elena and what he'd say to her, especially after her earlier words to him, Damon turned his attention back to Katherine. This was the last time he'd ever be with her if he could get Elijah to reverse the compulsion, so he might as well make the best of it, for both of them.

Giving in to his desire for her body, and trying not to imagine it was Elena rather than Katherine. Damon decided that no matter what happened after tonight, he was determined this would be his last night in Mystic Falls.

If the worst came to the worst and Elijah refused to reverse it, then Damon would plead with him to wipe her feelings for the second Salvatore as well. It would be far better if Kat didn't love either of them, if neither could return it. And after seeing the truth of her feelings and knowing how it felt to have your love unrequited, he wouldn't wish that on her, or anyone.

His thought's fractured, as the warmth of Katherine's tight pussy enveloped his cock. Giving himself over to pleasure, Damon stopped thinking at all.