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Love is a Four Letter Word (For itconsumesher)

Every now and then, the constriction of the village tightened around him until he wanted to throw something through a wall. It wasn't often--for the most part he'd learned to be content in his three years here--but when it happened, it was like a restless burning he couldn't shake.

He was a vampire, a predator. Once upon a time, he'd been death lurking in the shadows. He took what he wanted. He didn't ask for permission.

And now...well, on several levels, yes, he had everything he wanted. People weren't happy about it, but so far no matter how badly he acted, no matter how far he pushed against the boundaries, no one snapped back. He didn't know what to make of that. Shouldn't they be snapping back? Shouldn't someone be drawing lines?

Granted, he was all ready to rip through the lines already drawn, as well as someone's throat. He remembered the last real taste of fear he'd had, the night he and Rebekah had hunted those girls through the club, and he shivered just a bit. Biting his lower lip, he sent her a message.

My room. Now. I have a plan.

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Damon moaned at the hard kiss, the wetness at his fingertips. He couldn't quite stop the rock of his hips at that moment, even if it was trying for more. He wanted her, rather desperately, and he twisted to press his fingers deep into her as he kissed her back.

Elijah tsked, just lightly. Not that he was aching to spank Damon or interrupt the show or whatever, but. Silly boy....

Even as she groaned sharply at the feel of his fingers pressing into her, Rebekah felt a flash of triumph because he had done exactly what she wanted him to do. In an instant she had her hand on his throat again, smirking down at him with dark eyes. "Bad boy, you didn't listen." She purred softly, still tight around his fingers.

Then she turned her head to look over at Elijah. "I guess we'll have to show him, won't we?"

Damon moaned as best he could with a hand around his throat and he shuddered. He teased his fingers into her, even as she held him.

Elijah smirked slightly. "You did promise him he'd be punished..."

"Hmmm." She moaned softly as his fingers teased inside of her, her inner walls rippling around them as she shivered in delight. "I did. Where do you want him?"

Damon moaned a bit. "If he takes me away....I won't be doing this anymore..."

Elijah got up and moved to the bed, shrugging out of his jacket. "That doesn't concern me nearly so much as you're not obeying Rebekah." He glanced at her. "Braced against the headboard."

"You will soon." She murmured, her voice smoky with promise.

Then she was gone, sliding away from him with a smirk as she glanced over at Elijah. She could tell he was enjoying himself just as much as they were though maybe Damon wouldn't agree. Nodding, she glanced at her lover on the bed. "Better listen." She motioned towards the headboard.

Damon shot them both a slightly disgruntled look, but he wasn't going to argue at this point--he'd learned that lesson for the nonce, at least. So he rose and slid to the headboard, bracing himself there.

Elijah smirked a bit, in turn, and moved to the side of the bed. He cast Rebekah a teasing sort of look, reaching out to brush his hand over Damon's ass. "How many?"

"At least three." She smirked as she slid to sit down on the bed so she could watch with a small smirk. "Of course, you were always more of a disciplinarian than I was. So you can decide, brother." She made it sound deliciously wicked, practically purring as she watched his hand brush over Damon's ass.

The brush of Elijah's fingers over him made Damon have to bite back a whimper, suppressing a little shiver at the suppressed menace in the touch. If he'd thought he was aching before, it was nothing compared to now, which had him reeling a little bit. This was so not anyone else would have dared, and so not a position he'd found himself in for...a very long time.

And never like this.

Elijah gave Rebekah an amused look, before reaching back, then smacking Damon's ass, hard--a mark bloomed, then faded, but the force of it did make Damon shudder.

Rebekah leaned back against the headboard, smirking casually as she watched with great interest. The sound of flesh hitting flesh caused her to shiver even as she laughed softly. "I'm sure there's plenty of times that Elijah wanted to spank me over the centuries." She started conversationally, tilting her head. "Though maybe not in a fun way like this."

Damon wasn't quite able to have a conversation, as Elijah struck again, warmth blossoming under his skin, shooting straight to his core, making him moan a little. The light, soothing dance of fingertips over the spot didn't actually help.

"It could have been fun," Elijah said with a darkly amused glance shot at her, before swatting Damon again.

Leaning over, Rebekah casually brushed her lips against Damon's shoulder, nipping gently before she grinned at Elijah again. "Yes, it could have been but you never acted on it."

Damon closed his eyes against the heat and the stinging, his need nearly overwhelming, shorting out most of his higher brain functions at the moment.

"Shall I?" Elijah asked, finishing with Damon, fingers lightly stroking quivering skin, soothing and teasing at the same time. "Something was going on earlier..."

Now Rebekah's expression slipped into one of innocent curiosity. "Really? Like what sort of something?" Her nails were drifting lazily, almost absent-mindedly, against Damon's thigh. Of course, every touch was perfectly calculated to drive him a little bit more crazy as she got close to touching him but not quite.

The little touches were almost too much, and instead of arching into them, Damon tried to twitch away from both of them. One proper touch, and he'd probably come, and most of his focus was on trying to handle that, if they were going to chat rather than taking care of what they'd wrought. He shot Elijah an aggrieved look.

"I'm not completely certain..." But he'd felt the violence, the roiling emotions in both of them that had scissored back and forth through a whole gamut. His attention shifted back to Damon, running fingers over his back. "Don't you think you've tortured him enough, sister?"

"I wasn't torturing him." She murmured, sliding her hand up Damon's chest, reaching up to touch his cheek gently so he would look at her. Then she reached up with her other hand, tugging him down for a soft kiss, using a bit of tenderness to counter the spanking he had just experienced.

Now. She whispered softly in his head.

He shifted into the kiss, even if he was ready to pull back and away from both of them and just take care of himself. He didn't have much room for finesse, but when she gave him permission, he moved, sliding on top of her and pinning her to the bed before pressing himself into her and moaning with relief as he felt her around him.

Elijah sat on the edge of the bed, watching the two of them, heat in his eyes.

Rebekah was more than ready for him, falling back against the bed as he pushed her down, pinning her into place even as she wrapped her arms around him. She cried out a little as he slid into her, sparks racing along her system as she shuddered and arched up beneath.

He wasn't going to last long, Damon knew. He was too primed, too on edge, too ready to just fall apart. Considering she'd been the one to instigate it, he didn't feel nearly so bad about setting up a hard and fast rhythm immediately.

No, she certainly didn't mind. Crying out again, she held onto him, tightly, as she rocked her hips to match his rhythm. She wasn't nearly as far gone as he was but she was so close already after the events of their night so far. The elevator, the hunt, teasing him and then watching Elijah spank him...

She pushed, seamlessly rolling with him so she ended up on top again, holding him deep in her body as she leaned up and set to riding him hard and fast.

It was another shift, another loss of control, and Damon snarled just a little bit under his breath. But, at least this time she didn't pull away, still moving, still feeling her around him. He arched up, meeting her, and then cried out as his release finally peaked and tore through him, heightened from being denied for so long.

She heard and felt the snarl but it didn't matter at the moment, not when her own release was tearing through her, her body shuddering as she came hard and fast. Collapsing on top of him even as the aftershocks trembled through her, she turned her head to press her lips to his neck.

Don't be mad, love. She whispered soothingly in his head.

Mad wasn't quite what he'd describe himself as feeling. Something else, something still unsettled, yes, but not angry, not really. He breathed in her scent, arms sliding around her, fingertips ghosting down her spine.

It's fine.

He just wasn't used to having that much control stripped away from him. As hard as he'd come....he still wasn't sure how he felt about it.

It had been a test to see if he would play along while she took some control of her own but she could sense that he was unsettled by it all. She frowned softly against his neck while his fingers danced over her spine.

We won't do it again.

She leaned up enough to peek at Elijah to see what he was doing.

Unsettled was probably a better word than mad. It was one thing to know your lovers could snap you like a twig if they thought to. It was another to have it so...much pointed out as it were. Power games were things he liked...when he was the one with the power.

On the other hand--it was disturbingly hot just to submit. Emphasis on the disturbing. But very hot.

He was confused, and didn't really reply.

Elijah was watching them with a sort of heated amusement, turned on by the display, but with a little concern lingering at the mish-mesh of emotions that had been swirling around all night.

Love is a Four Letter Word (For itconsumesher)

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