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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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She whimpered and panted, near begging as they continued to hold off, seeming intent to tease her instead of giving her what she wanted. Perhaps it was payback for what she had done in teasing them and the idea made her growl a little though it sounded more like a purr instead of any sort of threatening noise.

"Fuck..." She gasped when Elijah's fingers pressed into her, shocking her in a pleasant way as the heat twisted inside of her and she shuddered. She was just getting used to the feel of him stretching her when suddenly they were both pressing into her. The feel of being so filled and impossibly stretched brought the sweet edge of pain as she arched between then, crying out. Almost immediately the pain faded into a buzz of pleasure and she closed her eyes with another shudder.

Elijah moaned at the feel of her around him, the feel of Damon pressed into her, as well, separated from him, but he could feel him pressing there, as well. It made him shiver, hold still, pressed deep into her, hands on her hips, holding on, holding her.

Damon shifted, as well, shuddering a little at the intensity of heat, of sensation. He couldn't think any more, couldn't stand to try to. He just wanted this, wanted friction and connection. He kissed her, swallowing her cries as he finally started to move, pressing against both of them as he did.

With a hoarse little sound, Elijah followed suit, his lips brushing over the back of Rebekah's neck, nipping sharply.

Rebekah was completely helpless to the onslaught of pleasure in this position, her hands braced against Damon's chest as she whimpered and made other noises as they started to move. It felt like they were stretching her further, filling every part of her and stealing her breath completely as she arched, trapped, between them.

Still, for all the intensity wrapped up in the pleasure and pain, she begged them for more as it continued to build inside of her.

Damon wasn't going to lie, he really enjoyed the bit of power he'd gotten back with her like this. His fingers slid up her body, buried themselves in her hair as they moved. He and Elijah found a rhythm, moving together, sliding in and out of her, against each other. Fingers met, clung to each other against her skin, another level of connection.

Elijah moaned when the little pleading noises escaped her. He wanted more of those, and his teeth dragged slowly over the nape of her neck, raising a line of blood he licked delicately away.

She whimpered and keened because there was no break, no relief to be found as they continued to move together inside of her. She tried to find something to hold onto but nothing helped as she grabbed at Damon and then reached back for Elijah as well. Her nails bit into their skin, drawing lines of blood as she was consumed by the fire and the pleasure.

The feel of teeth against her neck and blood being pulled only made it all that much sharper.

Damon's thoughts had shattered into just needy words, echoing in his thoughts. Yes. There. Fuck. Please. More...he couldn't manage to fully say them, just clutched at Rebekah's skin, fingers dragging over Elijah's hip, clutching and needing as he rocked more into her, felt Elijah move into her in turn.

Elijah cried out softly as Damon shifted harder, deeper, a shiver running over him from the way they were all connected. The little taste of her wasn't enough, and he bit down, pulling her more into himself through blood that ran through him like fire.

Reaching back behind her head, she gripped Elijah's shoulder as he bit her, her nails digging into his skin as she arched between them when Damon started fucking her just a little bit harder. The combination of the two was all she needed before she felt everything inside of her tense before shattering, causing her to cry out as her release tore through her relentlessly.

Damon's fingers found their way into Elijah's hair, twisting there, holding on, and he slid his lips slowly down the other side of Rebekah's neck. He felt her start to break, felt the rush through her, and shuddered on the edge of his own. He bit down right before it hit, wanting to come tasting her, and he cried out against her skin as blood and need hit and mingled and he spilled into her as waves of pleasure rushed through him.

Elijah lifted his head, holding on, just, in order to watch them, and then gave in to the rush of need, pressing into her a few more times before letting everything shatter through him, crying out as he came.

She cried out again as Damon bit her, her body stiffening again at the feel of them both feeding, prolonging her own release as the waves of pleasure battered her, leaving her trembling between them as they emptied themselves into her. It wouldn't matter that she was a vampire anymore because she was pretty sure it was going to take some time before she could move again but she didn't care as she slumped against Damon with a breathless smile.

Damon was careful to cradle her against him, gently as he eased back from her neck, pressing a kiss there and closing his eyes to rest on her shoulder in the aftermath of his release. He pressed another kiss on her shoulder, sighing a little in pleasure.

Elijah mirrored his gesture, fingers running lightly down over her side, stroking her skin, snuggling close to her with a bit of a shiver himself.

Having them snuggling so close to her caused something inside of Rebekah to swell, spreading warmth throughout her entire system until she thought she was going to burst. This moment was perfect and she knew she wouldn't ever find what she wanted with anyone else.

She wanted to tell them both how much she loved them but she wasn't sure she even had energy for that. So she chuckled softly, keeping her eyes closed as she waited for one or both of them to move.

Damon didn't want to move, but he at least partly needed to collapse, sinking back, letting his fingers run easily down her leg. Glancing past her he met Elijah's gaze and smiled, a real smile, soft and sweet. He couldn't remember feeling this connected, this much like he...belonged, ever. No questions, no reservations, no holding back. It left him trembling when he thought about it too much.

Elijah smiled a little back at him, and finally found the ability to ease back from Rebekah, letting her body relax, though he snuggled back into her once they could all just curl back on the bed. He tangled his legs with hers, with Damon's, reaching for the other man's hand, lacing their fingers and bringing them to rest on Rebekah, keeping them all connected. So many things had gone wrong these last few months. Part of him was still grieving Lexi, another part of him still horrified by what their mother and Finn had done, and how he'd responded, but when he was with them, it seemed like everything was right again, like he could manage to heal from all of the rest.

Rebekah had ached for this kind of connection and understanding, and it still scared her that she might lose it but she wasn't going to worry about that right now. Right now she simply wanted to bask in the afterglow and the joy of being with them.

Gasping softly each time they slipped back, she shuddered again, feeling like her bones had been melted as she moved to collapse gently on her side between them. Closing her eyes, she smiled softly as she felt them curl around her, tangling limbs and hands till they created a perfect kind of cocoon with her in between them.

Moving her hand, she slid it to cover theirs.

Damon had longed for this for...more centuries than he wanted to count. He'd never expected to find it, taking bits and pieces where he could, and giving up on a cohesive whole. He sighed, pressing a kiss to Rebekah's forehead, breathing in her scent, mingled with Elijah's, and feeling a little shiver of pleasure run over him.

Elijah twisted his hand enough to capture Rebekah's as well. It was vaguely ridiculous how much he had no inclination to move from here, though he found himself smiling, just a bit.

"Whatever were you two up to earlier?" Because the rollercoaster of emotion he'd been picking up from them had been dizzying.

Rebekah smiled softly at the kiss on her forehead and the way Elijah took her hand to include it in the way the two of them were holding hands.

Then she opened her eyes at the question, looking at Damon before shrugging a bit. "Not much. Hunting." A slight pause. "And no, we didn't kill them."

"I didn't ask if you did," Elijah murmured, and he hadn't planned on asking. He'd learned long ago not to ask those kinds of questions of his siblings, and he didn't intend to ask Damon either. "Did you take them out for a run...?" Because they seemed to have more than just a good time at the bar.

"Mmmhmm," Damon murmured. "The woods." His voice was quiet, as if expecting a lecture, but Elijah just kept an easy hold of their hands, dropping another kiss to her shoulder.

Rebekah was waiting for the lecture too but it didn't come and she tilted her head slightly before glancing over at her shoulder at him. "No scolding?" She asked with a teasing smile.

Elijah looked at her with a bit of a smile in turn. "Did you want to be scolded? I think Damon's already been punished sufficiently for one night. We wouldn't want to send him running..."

Rebekah smirked, eyeing him with a playful smile even if she was tired at the moment. "Maybe later on."

"I'll keep that in mind," he murmured, dropping another kiss to her skin. He was pretty content with the situation as it was right now. So much so, he felt the need to actually say so. "This is perfect."

"It is." She murmured when he finally gave voice to what they were feeling.

The words were scary in a way he didn't want to admit to, didn't want to say the things he was feeling, but that was something, an acknowledgement he could give. His fingers tightened a bit on theirs.

Damon murmured something in agreement as well, shifting up just enough to be able to reach around Rebekah to brush a soft kiss over Elijah's lips.

They were scary in some ways but Rebekah had always been the type to fall in love easily. Still, she was sure she hadn't ever felt it as intensely as she did right now. The strength of it surprised her and perhaps that's why she had held those words back from Damon for as long as she did.

She smiled softly as they kissed and she went back to closing her eyes again, content.

Elijah wasn't ready to say those words, at least not in Damon's hearing. Rebekah was different--telling her how much he loved her was..natural, but to say it to Damon was a little too much too fast. Still he meant that it was perfect, and that included Damon, who he kissed back softly, before they both snuggled back down on either side of Rebekah.

"Don't leave this time," Damon murmured, clearly toward Elijah, who had a tendency of slipping out sometimes before they were awake. He wanted to wake up with both of them there, still all wrapped together.

It was natural for Rebekah to tell Elijah that she loved him as well, she had been telling him so for years and she had no problem telling him even now that their relationship had changed in some ways. No matter what happened, she would always love him. Now she loved Damon too with a sort of fierce need that she didn't want to lose.

She smiled a little as Damon told Elijah not to leave and she nodded as she wanted to wake up to both of them too. "We'll come looking for you if you don't stay." She murmured.

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