I woke up in the morning by myself in bed with a slight nausea; the light was in my eyes, and I was cold and hot at the same time. Oh, velvet feeling, why have I been velveted then? I didn't know. I tried to sit up because I was pissing, but the dizziness and the wave of nausea kept me lying in bed. I waited for my time to subside, but no, luckily, I had a big bladder, and I could still hold it in.
I took the blanket over my head when the light got too much in my eyes, rolled over on my side, and curled up in the fetal position.
Adam came into the room and asked, " Are you awake? I can put some food on to warm you up."
I said, "Nope, velvet hangover, now I'm just trying to be, get this nausea to subside long enough to pee."
Adam grunted, came over, took the blanket off my head, lifted me into his arms, and carried me to the bathroom. He helped me to the toilet and gave me a bowl if I threw up.
I peed, and it eased a lot, and I could keep myself from throwing up. Adam helped me up. He picked me up in his arms and carried me to bed to rest. I pulled the covers back over me and tried to be still.
I don't know how much time had passed when someone came into my room again, sat on the bed, dug my hand out, bit my wrist, and then let go, Damon.
He said, "You're chopping up the velvet however you like. Fine, I'll try to come up with a solution to this at some point, but the easiest solution is pretty quick."
He mercilessly turned me on my back and took the blanket off of me. He came on top of me, turned my head, sank his teeth into my neck, and started to drink my blood. And quickly, my consciousness shut down as my blood diminished, and the darkness came and took me.
When I woke up, the symptoms were gone, and I realized that had been the quickest solution. Apparently, Damon's body could break down the pieces of velvet, and they were no problem for him.
I got up, walked towards the shower, undressed, and suddenly felt the hot naked body of a man behind me, arms wrapped around me, trapping my wrists. I felt his long fingers grip my wrists tightly, and his arousal against my back was felt very clearly.
He grunted something. He pushed me into the shower, turned on the water, and pushed into my pussy with one hard thrust, spreading my legs and pressing me firmly against the shower wall. He held me captive and took me really hard, sinking his teeth into my mating mark. Hot water poured over me, and I gasped in the throes of tremendous passion, as I was utterly helpless.
I was taken and could do nothing but let a gigantic orgasm wash over me, to feel my pussy clench over and over and over around a huge cock that thrust again and again with no mercy and kept my lust going so hard that I couldn't help but moan time after time.
Damon took me like an alpha male, took his alpha female, but even then, I knew he was restrained, and he was careful not to hurt me too much. He gave me just what I could take, keeping me just at the edge, maybe slowly teaching me to tolerate and take even more.
I don't know at what point we washed ourselves. I actually felt Damon somewhere in between washing and fucking me at the same time, flooding inside me and letting the cream of his thick passion fill me repeatedly. I could feel his teeth over and over again in my mating mark.
He owned me and claimed me. And I was helpless, but in a good way. I trusted Damon and felt our connection grow more vital as my soul sang, as this was more than just physical passion. It was as if as our bodies enjoyed each other, so did our souls.
Eventually, we got out of the shower, got into bed, and continued. It seemed like every time we started fucking; it didn't end just like that. Damon was looking really happy at one point as he fucked me. He was sweaty and passionate, and I could see such evident happiness in his expression I couldn't believe it.
I was in a pretty damn good mood myself. I was just casually thinking that if I'm such a sex beast usually, then what will I be when the time of heat hits? Mimosa laughed at this thought in my head, and I saw how Smoke somehow came into my mind and went to fuck Mimosa.
It was a bit provocative, and Damon just actually laughed and said, "Oh, Mimosa's getting a ride too. Good boy, Smoke, show that bitch."
I put a curtain over my mind, behind which the wolves could do whatever it was they were doing.
Then again, I finally rolled over on top of Damon; I could feel our bond so damn clearly. This was about as perfect as it could be.
Damon stroked me and said, " Do you know how I met Elena? Well, there are no Mystic Falls, but it happened in Virginia, not in the town of Covington, but in Jonesville. Elena was a student when I met her, and I was actually going to be a prison doctor in that nearby town when I was passing through. Elena doesn't look like a character from the show; she is more like a cross between Audrey Hepburn and Lauren Bacall, but Caroline is surprisingly similar to the show. However, the real Caroline was more like the actress from Lexie, so I was in this one cafe, having coffee."
His voice was calm, he was good of telling stories and I liked to listen to his voice.
"Elena was a waitress; she'd started there, a bit unsteady on her feet, and well, she threw the coffee in my lap, was really sorry, and I didn't make a fuss or anything; I smiled and promised to take her for a coffee when she nearly cried. We went for coffee. She knew about vampires, and when I told her I was an old vampire, she started questioning me, as Elena loved history. She wanted to know all the little things, and we talked in that cafe, probably for a couple of hours. Her parents were dead, and she didn't have a brother. But it was a big house, and she promised me a room there. Of course, I insisted on paying for it, and we went there. But as it always happened, Stefan somehow found out where I was and what I was doing. Then, when I always went there to the prison to do my job, I didn't know that Stefan was there, and he was hitting Elena as hard as he could."
Damon fell silent; I stroked his hair, kissed him, and said, " Tell me if you want, you're a wonderful storyteller."
He looked at me, sighed, kissed my forehead, and said, "I love you, but I don't deserve you."
I replied, " You are the most important thing in my life right now, so don't even think about that; we belong together."
He smiled; something was in his expression, and then he relaxed again and said, "Anyway, I often worked 8-12 hours, and I didn't think about anything as I always went to Elena's house, to my room, to sleep, maybe to contact someone and often Elena wasn't home. Then, one night, I saw a familiar car drive up. Elena got out, Stefan got out of the car and kissed Elena. They came in as I was leaving my room. Stefan held Elena, and I saw that he had made her fall in love."
His voice was slightly bitter now. And he carried on.
"Stefan looked at me and said, ' Hello, brother.' Nothing more. Then they went with Elena to cuddle in Elena's room. I left the next day, and Elena wasn't even sorry. She was a lot like Katrine, and in her behavior too."
Damon was silent, thinking for a while, clearly wondering what to say.
He continued, "I wasn't there for long, in prison, it was just a substitute thing, then I moved to Albemarle county and moved around there doing odd jobs and usually as a doctor or even government work as an assassin or interrogator even. It had been a few months since Elena, and I met. She was just as suddenly back in the same town as me, and we would bump into each other now and then. We had a spark, and I was in a bit of a bad-boy mood again."
I was almost seeing that in my mind, not sure did he project this in my mind or was he such a wonderful storyteller.
"She saw me with Caroline. Caroline was not yet Elena's friend then, but they went to the same school and became friends. Bonnie was not African-American but a defiant Latina from El Salvador. Bon Bon did have a flashy personality and was a powerful witch. But she was no match for me in the end. We kissed with Elena, and Stefan saw it. It drove Stefan to start drinking from people, bringing Lexie back into the picture."
He was stroking and caressing me, wanting to keep me close by. "Lexie was a tall, dark-haired, quiet girl, and she was a friend of Stefan's but never a girlfriend. Lexie was a lady's lover. Lexie finally got Stefan to calm down. Elena felt so guilty at that point that she left me and went to Stefan, but Caroline and Stefan hit it off, too. That's where our drama started. I honestly thought Elena was the one, and then she became a vampire when Stefan wouldn't control himself. Bonnie found a cure, and it took a couple of years. I tried to teach Elena to be a good vampire, a few tricks and all, but Stefan sabotaged everything when he felt guilty about the whole thing."
His voice was not fully impassive but there was hidden pain in there.
"Then, when Elena took the cure, she wanted to study to be a doctor, and Caroline and Stefan were together. I decided to show Elena what she meant. I took the cure; I was human and helped Elena study. Then, she eventually became a surgeon, and we moved to Washington at that point. We got married, and I decided to study anesthesiology. It didn't take much now that I had my medical license, and I just had to complete a few sections. I got into the same hospital as Elena, but she was busy, and she never took me to her surgeries. I don't know why. "
I knew that this was very important to him to share with me. I could feel it in our bond.
"Stefan was on a rampage again after he and Caroline had split up for some reason, and Lexie was trying to get Stefan back on track. Somehow Stefan bumped into Elena and Elena decided to act as Lexie and get Stefan back on track. Six months later, Elena told me she was pregnant, and I didn't suspect it; yes, we fucked every chance we got, and I had no idea she was in a relationship with Stefan again. Then, when our daughter was born, Elena wanted to name her Stephanie, supposedly because of her grandmother. Caroline had tracked down Stefan again, and they worked it all out. They were also living in Washington, while Stefan was a lawyer. Caroline was a computer programmer."
His voice was now more bitter, pain was more visible almost. I stroked him, softly, just letting my hands wander.
"Elena soon went to work again, and I stayed to take care of the baby. I didn't mind, but I didn't know that Stefan had actually gotten a job at the hospital. He was the hospital lawyer. Elena couldn't resist the temptation. She saw Stefan and Caroline's happiness as something of an obstacle and pushed it between them over the years. I looked after the baby at home for two years before Elena wanted to stay home now and then and put me to work. I worked, Elena worked, and we had a babysitter and a nanny; I tried to be home and be a good husband and a good father, but the more I gave in, the more frantic Elena's demands became."
Room was silent, our breathing, his voice was sounds that penetrated the silence.
"I didn't realize until Stephanie was nine it was one birthday party, and I had thrown Stephanie a fabulous party on an official day, been there. I had bought presents, but when Elena had organized the party earlier, all Stephanie's friends and acquaintances had been invited, and Daddy hadn't been there when Daddy was at work. Elena turned Stephanie against me. I didn't even know about her drug use until the first time she ended up in the emergency room for an overdose, and Elena's phone didn't answer because she was fucking Stefan."
Damon was silent, and I could sense how hard it was for him to go through with it, but then again, he wanted to tell me, and I didn't stop him. He held on to me pretty tightly now, squeezing me against him like I was very important to him.
He then continued, " Every time I took her to rehab, wherever it was, I tried to figure out a way to keep Elena from getting her off, but since Stefan was a lawyer, he had help. Stephanie didn't even make it to 16. I came home one day, and Elena hadn't come yet. I went to see if Stephanie was in her room, and she was lying in bed, white, dead, syringe still in her vein, foam dried around her mouth, and next to her was a note saying, ' I can't take it anymore. I know whose child I am, and this life is not for me, but I will leave feeling the greatest pleasure I know.' She killed herself on purpose, and I thought she had found out about my old deeds somewhere."
His swallowed, his pain shot through our bond. I send my love for him, trying to ease his pain even a bit.
"I called Elena and told her Stephanie had killed herself, and I read the message; she replied, ' Stephanie was not yours; Stefan was her real father, and she knew it. You were just a stupid, gullible dumbass trying to be the best man in the world, but when you're Damon, boring. You started out being something dangerous and scary, but now you're boring. I was really scared of you at one point, but not anymore.' I tried to hold on, even though I felt like I was going to explode. I was still human. This was probably a year before I saw you in Nick and Elias' bed. Elena started drinking, killing herself, and blaming me for not being a good man."
He looked at me, his expression was filled with pain, regret. His voice was almost whisper now.
"She blamed for everything. That I was working too much. I didn't notice when she was fucking Stefan. I wasn't jealous enough. And then, when Stefan went back with Caroline and they moved to Hawaii so that Elena couldn't go back to them, she started drinking. She died of alcohol poisoning three months before I saw you fall victim to Spike and Drusilla. I didn't believe in true love anymore, and I felt my vampire side starting to wake up. I considered going in the coffin, drying out, and just being there. Everything felt so damn heavy. But you. Baby, you saved me. We really belong together."
It seemed like Damon had taken some weight off his shoulders when he had finished telling me his story. We lay on top of each other and fell asleep in each other's arms.