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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 death, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode.
Spoilers: 1.19 Miss Mystic Falls
Notes: thank you

moosesal for the beta

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“How long are you going to sit down here in the dark?”

Elena closed her eyes and leaned her head against the stairwell wall. “As long as it takes.”

“There are better uses of your time you know. Shouldn’t you be catching up on your homework?”

“Really, Damon? We’ve got Stefan locked in a cell and you want to do this? Now?”

“Someone’s got to do this. You can’t sit in a cold, dark cellar until he comes out Elena. It could take days, probably weeks. Maybe longer, who knows?” Elena closed her eyes as Damon crouched down so that their eyes were level. “You need to be out there, living your life, going to school, having pillow fights with your girlfriends. Actually, let me know when you have your next pillow fight scheduled -- I’d like to watch. Caroline has incredible lingerie and I bet that witch is no slouch either.”

Elena was exhausted mentally and physically. There was no way she could deal with Damon’s … Damon-ness right now. “Go away.” She felt a whoosh of air across her skin and opened her eyes. Damon was gone. She shook her head and stood up. She winced as she pulled herself to her feet; her body ached from being in the same position for so long. She crossed the basement and looked in on Stefan through the barred window. He was still out or pretending to be out; it was hard to tell from where she stood. She heard a noise at the top of the stairs and turned to face Damon and force him back upstairs and hopefully out of the house.

“Damon, just go--”

“Shut up, Elena, and get out of the way -- this is awkward to carry,” Damon said. Elena obligingly stepped aside and Damon carefully put down the load he was carrying. “If you’re going to be an idiot and stay down here, you’re going to need some things.” He turned on a small lantern and set it down on the floor. Then he unfolded a blanket and fluffed the pillows on the old armchair he’d carried downstairs. A shrill whistle pierced the silence. Damon gestured Elena toward the chair and she sat down. “I’ll be right back.”

In a flash he was gone and back again before she had time to do more than get comfortable in the chair. This time he carried a tea service and a small table. He put the tea service on the table and poured Elena a cup. “Sugar?”

Elena nodded and couldn’t help but smile a little when he handed her the cup. She wrapped her hands around it, and felt a tiny bit of tension ease out of her body as the warmth knocked the chill off of her hands. She sipped the tea and Damon draped the blanket he’d brought around her legs, tucking her in.

“Damon--”

“Don’t.” He cupped Elena’s chin for a second and went to sit on the stairs. “He’s my brother.” He pulled a flask out of his jacket pocket and drank. She stared at him across the basement and Damon stared unflinchingly back.

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