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turnonmyheels) wrote2010-06-23 10:26 am
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Fic: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin 3/22
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Title: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Pairing: Damon/anyone he damn well wants
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Damon is a vampire. There will be murder, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, slash, het, incest, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode.
Spoilers: Through 1.3 Friday Night Bites
Notes: Title taken from Placebo's Coming Home. I do not own these characters. Thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ldthomps for the beta
He's been invited in, irrevocable entrance into Elena's home (life); there is nothing anyone can do to change that. Stefan can rant and rave, posture and threaten, but as long as he's eating squirrels instead of people, he'll never be strong enough to force Damon out of her life. Even while Stefan is leveling his woefully impotent threats against him, Damon's little crow is pushing open Elena's window and watching over her as she sleeps. Damon tunes out Stefan's words and focuses all of his attention on Elena. She's restless in her sleep; through the crow's perspective he can hear the tiny sounds she's making, see her hands clench and release around the bear she's clutching to her chest.
Curious about what could be troubling Stefan's pretty little princess, he slides inside of her dream. She's in the back seat of a car just before it crashes through a guard rail and flies off of a bridge. The tires squeal, Elena and her mother scream as the car falls, down, down, down. Damon pulls his fog inside the car before it hits water, obscuring her nightmare. The fog buffers the sound, blurring the images, wrapping itself around Elena holding her tight. Her restless movements cease but the whimpers get louder. He needs to be closer to her in order to make this work.
"Whatever, Stefan." Damon throws back the rest of his bourbon and stands. "Have a nice night." He pulls on his coat and runs across town to Elena's; leaping up to the second story window and crawling through. His crow is on the window seat. It pauses in its vigil over Elena long enough to turn to Damon and cock its head to the side. Damon runs a finger along its spine in reward, then crosses the room and sits beside Elena on the bed.
He'd thought she was a cheap replacement for Katherine. How could he not, when she wears Katherine's face? He slips inside her mind, softly and subtly sifting through memories until he finds a happy one. Christmas morning, her parents, brother, and Jenna are there. He brings the memory to the forefront of her subconscious, playing it and other similar memories he comes across until she relaxes into a deep and restful slumber. The little whimpers are gone, and all the tension on her face melts away. Seeing her like this, open and vulnerable, the striking resemblance to Katherine fades into the background.
He'd told Elena that Katherine was complicated, selfish, sexy and seductive. It was true, Katherine had been all of that and more, to him she'd been everything. And she'd used it against him with a careless smile and toss of her gorgeous head. She'd held the sum of his existence and all his dreams in the palm of her hand, then traded him for Stefan whenever her mercurial mood saw fit. Elena was ... kind. Generous and sympathetic. Three things Katherine definitely never was.
Elena rolls onto her side, turning her beautiful, familiar face toward him. He can't help but reach out and stroke his fingers down her cheek. He lets his control of her subconscious slip away and eases his body down until he's lying facing her on the bed. She stays comfortably in REM sleep, random images flitting through her mind. Grief is a constant presence, but it no longer overwhelms her psyche. He knows how she feels, has suffered from it for nearly a hundred and fifty years. Soon, he'll have Katherine out of that tomb and his grief will dissolve into the ether, but until then he can console himself with Elena.
As the sun comes up, Elena's dreams become more erotic. The blond boy from the Grill features heavily. Furtive, stolen kisses, sweet and soft as cotton candy. Snatches of games in closets and backseat fumbling. A night spent camping in the woods, rolling off the sleeping bag and nearly into the fire; laughing and hair pulling, teasing comfort that satisfies way down deep in Elena's soul. It doesn't end, just fades away. Elena pulls the bear tight against her chest, tucks her chin into its head and shivers a little as the scene changes. It's day time, she's on her bed laughing and wrestling, coming out on top and smiling down into Stefan's face.
It shouldn't surprise him, but it does; as does the hot surge of jealousy and anger that rushes through him. He sucks in a sharp breath and wrests control of Elena's subconscious once again. He puts himself in Stefan's place. Elena recoils, he can feel her trying to wake up, but he's got her completely under his spell and she's not getting out of his control, not this time. In her dream, he grabs her by the wrists and rolls them so he's on top.
"Ah, ah, ah." He clucks his tongue and presses his body weight against her. "It's my turn, don't you think?" She doesn't fight (can't), goes pliant against him, leaning into his kisses, shivering under his tongue, sighing as he caresses her with feather-light touches. Damon crushes her with tenderness, sliding deep inside, easing her toward climax as slowly as he can. An alarm sounds somewhere in the house, and Damon knows he doesn't have much time. He keeps her under, forcing her to look into his eyes, to know that it's him filling her up and making her writhe with pleasure. He traces the curve of her cheek with the back of his hand as he lets her reach her peak. Damon breathes her scent in deep, committing it to memory before letting himself back out the way he came in.
Elena wakes up with a gasp, feeling the aftershocks still ricocheting through her system.
"Was it good for you?" Damon's voice echoes through her head. She can still feel his touch in the shower, no matter how hard she tries to scrub it off. Can taste him in the back of her throat, even after she's brushed and flossed. It isn't until she slides Stefan's locket on that he fades into the background, but doesn't disappear.
Part Four
Title: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Pairing: Damon/anyone he damn well wants
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Damon is a vampire. There will be murder, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, slash, het, incest, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode.
Spoilers: Through 1.3 Friday Night Bites
Notes: Title taken from Placebo's Coming Home. I do not own these characters. Thank you
ldthomps for the betaHe's been invited in, irrevocable entrance into Elena's home (life); there is nothing anyone can do to change that. Stefan can rant and rave, posture and threaten, but as long as he's eating squirrels instead of people, he'll never be strong enough to force Damon out of her life. Even while Stefan is leveling his woefully impotent threats against him, Damon's little crow is pushing open Elena's window and watching over her as she sleeps. Damon tunes out Stefan's words and focuses all of his attention on Elena. She's restless in her sleep; through the crow's perspective he can hear the tiny sounds she's making, see her hands clench and release around the bear she's clutching to her chest.
Curious about what could be troubling Stefan's pretty little princess, he slides inside of her dream. She's in the back seat of a car just before it crashes through a guard rail and flies off of a bridge. The tires squeal, Elena and her mother scream as the car falls, down, down, down. Damon pulls his fog inside the car before it hits water, obscuring her nightmare. The fog buffers the sound, blurring the images, wrapping itself around Elena holding her tight. Her restless movements cease but the whimpers get louder. He needs to be closer to her in order to make this work.
"Whatever, Stefan." Damon throws back the rest of his bourbon and stands. "Have a nice night." He pulls on his coat and runs across town to Elena's; leaping up to the second story window and crawling through. His crow is on the window seat. It pauses in its vigil over Elena long enough to turn to Damon and cock its head to the side. Damon runs a finger along its spine in reward, then crosses the room and sits beside Elena on the bed.
He'd thought she was a cheap replacement for Katherine. How could he not, when she wears Katherine's face? He slips inside her mind, softly and subtly sifting through memories until he finds a happy one. Christmas morning, her parents, brother, and Jenna are there. He brings the memory to the forefront of her subconscious, playing it and other similar memories he comes across until she relaxes into a deep and restful slumber. The little whimpers are gone, and all the tension on her face melts away. Seeing her like this, open and vulnerable, the striking resemblance to Katherine fades into the background.
He'd told Elena that Katherine was complicated, selfish, sexy and seductive. It was true, Katherine had been all of that and more, to him she'd been everything. And she'd used it against him with a careless smile and toss of her gorgeous head. She'd held the sum of his existence and all his dreams in the palm of her hand, then traded him for Stefan whenever her mercurial mood saw fit. Elena was ... kind. Generous and sympathetic. Three things Katherine definitely never was.
Elena rolls onto her side, turning her beautiful, familiar face toward him. He can't help but reach out and stroke his fingers down her cheek. He lets his control of her subconscious slip away and eases his body down until he's lying facing her on the bed. She stays comfortably in REM sleep, random images flitting through her mind. Grief is a constant presence, but it no longer overwhelms her psyche. He knows how she feels, has suffered from it for nearly a hundred and fifty years. Soon, he'll have Katherine out of that tomb and his grief will dissolve into the ether, but until then he can console himself with Elena.
As the sun comes up, Elena's dreams become more erotic. The blond boy from the Grill features heavily. Furtive, stolen kisses, sweet and soft as cotton candy. Snatches of games in closets and backseat fumbling. A night spent camping in the woods, rolling off the sleeping bag and nearly into the fire; laughing and hair pulling, teasing comfort that satisfies way down deep in Elena's soul. It doesn't end, just fades away. Elena pulls the bear tight against her chest, tucks her chin into its head and shivers a little as the scene changes. It's day time, she's on her bed laughing and wrestling, coming out on top and smiling down into Stefan's face.
It shouldn't surprise him, but it does; as does the hot surge of jealousy and anger that rushes through him. He sucks in a sharp breath and wrests control of Elena's subconscious once again. He puts himself in Stefan's place. Elena recoils, he can feel her trying to wake up, but he's got her completely under his spell and she's not getting out of his control, not this time. In her dream, he grabs her by the wrists and rolls them so he's on top.
"Ah, ah, ah." He clucks his tongue and presses his body weight against her. "It's my turn, don't you think?" She doesn't fight (can't), goes pliant against him, leaning into his kisses, shivering under his tongue, sighing as he caresses her with feather-light touches. Damon crushes her with tenderness, sliding deep inside, easing her toward climax as slowly as he can. An alarm sounds somewhere in the house, and Damon knows he doesn't have much time. He keeps her under, forcing her to look into his eyes, to know that it's him filling her up and making her writhe with pleasure. He traces the curve of her cheek with the back of his hand as he lets her reach her peak. Damon breathes her scent in deep, committing it to memory before letting himself back out the way he came in.
Elena wakes up with a gasp, feeling the aftershocks still ricocheting through her system.
"Was it good for you?" Damon's voice echoes through her head. She can still feel his touch in the shower, no matter how hard she tries to scrub it off. Can taste him in the back of her throat, even after she's brushed and flossed. It isn't until she slides Stefan's locket on that he fades into the background, but doesn't disappear.
Part Four