Title: honeytrap

Pairing(s): Bonnie/Stefan, Bonnie/Damon, Damon/Bonnie/Stefan

Summary: As senior year begins Bonnie finds herself roped into a plan to lure Stefan into a trap Damon has set for him at the first bonfire of the year. Like with most things involving the Salvatore brothers nothing goes as planned.

Warnings: Pre-Polyamorous Relationship, Non-Canon, Language, Mentions of Torture, Dub-Con, Sexual Content, etc.

part two || ensnare

Stefan woke up groggily and looked around the sitting room where his game of Twister had taken place that morning. Nothing remained of the mess. A lot had happened in the in between and he smiled as he tasted the remnants of Bonnie on the inside of his mouth. Damon sat across from him sipping whiskey and glaring.

"I'm surprised I'm not locked up by now," Stefan said sitting up, "I assumed I would be when I realized Bonnie's real motives. Wasn't that the plan?"

Damon nodded, his body stiff. "It was."

Stefan read the stiffness all too well. His brother was wound up tight and only a woman could be responsible. This time it wasn't Elena, it was far from it. "You didn't think that she would take it that far did you? That she would let me touch her?"

Damon smirked, dark and solemn. "Didn't think she would let me touch her either but here we are."

Stefan searched for the lie in his words but Damon looked too smug for it not to be the truth. He doubted his brother got any more than a kiss. He would have bragged otherwise.

"I knew you wanted her before you know," Damon said frowning, "That's why we came up with this stupid plan in the first place. I knew you couldn't resist her when you were like this. Without your inhibitions. I should've called you on it before."

"Maybe I should have called you on it too," Stefan laughed, "All that panting you did after Elena when we were together, that you're doing even now, all so you can win some pissing contest and say you got the girl. If you really wanted her you could have had her by now and you know it. She doesn't hide her feelings as well as she thinks she does. But instead of locking Elena down here you are drinking over Bonnie. The same Bonnie whose pigtails you've been pulling since the day you met. Does she know Damon? Does she know about the real first time you met? Does she know about all the nights a crow sat out on a tree outside her window? Does she know about all the lookalikes you brought home before you decided Elena was the love of your life after Katherine rejected you? Does she know that even when you were obsessing over your precious Katherine, that night you attacked Bonnie, you got hard the first time you tasted her blood?"

Damon downed the rest of his drink in one gulp. "If you weren't my brother I would kill you."

"Elena isn't built for our darkness brother," Stefan stated ignoring the threat, "No matter how strong she pretends to be there's only so much she can take without breaking. I knew that even before I flipped my switch. That's why I could let her go. But Bonnie. Her whole being was built to take us down. She could destroy us if she wanted and that's what we want isn't it? You and me? We want something that we can't break. We want a challenge. So we'll go after her even if we know it won't end well."

Damon sighed. He was self-destructive at the best of times. Self-serving too. He knew that. Stefan high on blood was the definition of selfish and uncaring. If a ripper saw something they wanted they took it. It didn't matter what or who it was or who it hurt in the process. They were both damned where Bonnie was concerned. Neither one of them would walk away.

"What are we going to do about this?" Damon asked, "I don't know about you but I'm tired of fighting."

"We do whatever Bonnie wants," Stefan said sounding too calm about the whole thing, "Even if she won't admit she wants it."

:::

Bonnie hated reading the tiny writing in her grimoires at the best of times. Reading it drunk was a new brand of punishment she didn't want to ever have to repeat.

She wasn't drunk enough to not feel some empathy for Matt as he said goodbye to his sister. Wasn't drunk enough not to offer a hug and words of support when it was all said and done.

She had picked up on Matt's loneliness during Senior Prank Night. She had likened it to her own but now she knew that it was different.

Matt felt alone because he was isolated from the group. Tyler had Caroline. Elena was still chasing after Stefan and she had Damon who followed her around like a lapdog. She had Alaric and Jeremy. Bonnie had had Caroline and Elena even when they didn't talk as much, she knew she could call them when she needed them, at least before. She'd had Jeremy too. Then the summer happened and things had changed.

Matt felt like he had no one. Bonnie technically had a boyfriend. Technically had a best friend. But those relationships had become so fragmented and one sided it felt like she had no one even when she had someone.

Tonight had changed things in more ways than one. Matt had promised to come to her even when he felt like he didn't have anyone else. Elena hadn't been in the spotlight. Caroline and Tyler had grown stronger in spite of Rebekah's attempts at interference. But Bonnie's own relationship had grown weaker.

Even in Vicki's absence there was still Anna. Anna who Jeremy had loved. Loved in a way he didn't love Bonnie yet. Maybe that he never would. The thing was she was no longer sure that she wanted him to.

Both Stefan and Damon had gone somehow from being in Elena's orbit to being in her own and she found in spite of herself that she wanted them there. Felt less lonely with them there. Even being what they were. Even knowing that Elena still loved Stefan and had feelings for Damon. Even with her lingering love for Jeremy. It was insane, she knew, but she couldn't help herself.

She wanted to drive to boardinghouse but she didn't feel comfortable after drinking so much. She wasn't about to ask Matt because he would ask questions.

There was really only one person that she could think to call. Someone who knew enough about the situation. Someone that Damon had made promise to look after her. Alaric.

:::

Damon looked at the clock and frowned. Bonnie wasn't coming. He was sure of it. She was too good. Too pure. To fucking intelligent to put up with either of their bullshit.

They'd deserve if she blew them off. He would in particular. He thought as he drank his whiskey, of the promise he had made to Emily. To protect her line. He had sworn.

He had even lived up to that promise. Until he had laid eyes on Bonnie for the first time as a teenager. He had been there on and off all her life. She was just another witch in the Bennett line as a child. Another duty he had been called upon to serve. Things had been different when he had shown up the summer that Bonnie had turned sixteen.

It had been years since he had come to town and he had decided to check in. He had felt her power before he had seen her. Smelled the lavender and rose in the air.

When she finally came into view she was sitting on the porch swing on the front of her house reading a book. Persuasion. Jane Austen. He still had the copy. She had seemed to glow under the porch light. She was beautiful. He wanted her instantly.

He had walked up the steps to the porch as if he owned the house himself. She didn't look surprised to see him. He thought now that maybe she had remembered him from before, without knowing from where.

"Can I help you?" She'd asked. Calm. Trusting. Even in the face of a predator. She had been innocent then. Bubbly.

"What's your name?" He'd asked, though he'd known.

"Bonnie," she'd answered immediately without any reservations.

He remembered kneeling down to her level. Asking her something silly, like if she believed in love at first sight.

"What makes you believe that I believe in love at all?" Bonnie had asked.

Damon had laughed. "Your reading material is kind of a dead giveaway."

Bonnie had blushed and he had heard her pulse. Scented her blood. He could still recall the thunder of her heartbeat in his ears. He had done the dumbest thing in his whole existence then. He had kissed her. Kissed her long and hard. Kissed her until she knocked her book down in an effort get closer. Kissed her until she was gasping and moaning into his mouth. Kissed her until he was hard and aching in his jeans. Kissed her until he heard Sheila Bennet's voice call out from inside.

She hadn't had her powers then so it had been easy to compel her to forget. Still he resented her for not remembering him when he returned. He had thought, no hoped, developing her powers would make her remember. That the compulsion would wear off. She didn't and it hadn't.

Worse, she had gravitated towards his brother when they arrived. Had been drawn to him immediately in a way he'd thought that had been his. That had once been special. It had been easy to ignore what had happened before. To write it off.

Still he had remained aware of her. Baited her. Goaded her. Tested her. Teased her. Practically begged for her attention even if he threw in some antagonism to throw everyone else off the scent. Stefan had known though. He'd always known. He could read Damon. Just like Damon could read him.

He had always seen the play for her friendship for what it was. Noticed even before Stefan had saved her that first time. But that night, the night Damon had attacked her and tasted her blood in an effort to lash out at Emily in his misery he had seen it. Stefan had laid his head on her chest even though his sensitive hearing would have been enough to sense her heartbeat. Given her his blood so that he could invade her mind and her body, even though her powers would have healed her, though slowly, or he could have taken her to Sheila to mend.

Stefan had claimed Bonnie too in his own way. Subtly as a saint. Now that he was a ripper he would be anything but subtle. Damon had meant what he said, he was tired of fighting over women. Over everything. If he had to deal with his brother to claim Bonnie for good then so be it.

:::

Bonnie sat in the passenger's seat of Alaric's car and stared at the boardinghouse apprehensively. She had just watched Matt say goodbye to his sister. She was tired. Drained. After watching Matt let go of Vicki she resented Jeremy even more for not being able to do the same with Vicki or Anna. However, that resentment wasn't what had brought her to the Salvatore boardinghouse.

It was the way that they had looked at her. The way that they had touched her. Had kissed her. It was different than anything that she had ever experienced. She hadn't felt as much passion or heat from Jeremy in the whole time they had dated and she and Damon up until recently had only tolerated each other and Stefan she had barely called a friend. It didn't make sense.

She knew that she should have gone home. She had intended on doing just that until she'd remembered Damon's words. "This isn't over," he'd said and she knew deep down that he was right.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Bonnie jumped at the sound of Alaric's voice, having forgotten that he was in the car with her. "I meant what I said before. They care about you. And, yes, Jeremy is a fucking idiot for talking to some ghosts all summer when he had you. Not because you're wearing some dress tonight either. Caroline once told me you could outshine anyone in any room if you just realized it and tonight it seemed like you did. You were confident and people took notice. It's not a bad thing but…maybe Jeremy just needed closure and if you go in there you're starting something that you can't go back from."

Bonnie knew that Alaric was probably the last person she would ever ask advice from but in a way she also knew he was right. Her Grams had always said that people needed to close one door before they opened another. Even if she felt like Jeremy had closed the door with his lies, would it be fair for her to open this one without talking to him first.

The thing was she wasn't sure what she was doing anymore. She felt inside of herself and outside of herself all at once. She knew one thing for sure. She knew what she wanted to do and even though it was probably wrong and it scared the shit out of her for once she wanted to do what she wanted, everyone else be damned.

"Thanks for the input Ric," Bonnie said, "but even though I know that their presence was a consequence of me bringing Jeremy back, I also know that he had control on whether or not he saw Anna and Vicki. He didn't exactly consult me before making room in our relationship for other people and as far as I'm concerned it was never what I thought it was. It's clear that both our interests have been drawn elsewhere and if he can pursue his and except me to be understanding about it, I don't see why I can't pursue mine." With those words Bonnie opened the car door. "Good night Ric. Thanks for the ride."

Before Alaric could say anything else Bonnie got out the car and shut the door without looking back.

Bonnie's phone rang in her hand as she made her way up the walkway. She looked down at it. Another call from Jeremy. She ignored the call before shutting the phone off altogether. She stuffed her phone into her purse as she reached the front door. Reaching out a hand she knocked and then waited.

It didn't take long for the door to swing open. Damon was on the other side and he leaned against the doorframe. "You came," he said, "We didn't think you'd come."

Bonnie didn't need to ask who we was and she wasn't as surprised as she should have been that he had chosen not to lock Stefan up.

Bonnie bit her lip as they stared at each other. Bonnie watched Damon's eyes lower to her mouth. "Can I come in?"

Damon reached out a hand and tugged Bonnie inside, shutting the door behind her.

Bonnie kept hold of his hand even as they came face to face with Stefan. "Hey," Bonnie said, feeling awkward.

Stefan smiled. "You guys did a number on me, huh?"

"Stefan," Bonnie began, "Look I would say I'm sorry but I'm not. We both know you're off the rails and even with…what happened I can't say that I trust you."

"Its fine," Stefan said, "I'm impressed actually. I didn't think you had it in you."

Bonnie nodded glad that they weren't going to be arguing about the objective to her pursuit of him. They had enough to talk about even without that, though if Bonnie were honest, she wasn't in the mood to talk. "So what now?" She asked, looking in between the two.

Damon seemed to share a look with Stefan then he was letting go of Bonnie's hand. Bonnie half expected to be kicked out until she felt Damon's body pressed behind her and Stefan began to move in on her from the front. She felt Damon's hands low on her hips and Stefan's at her waist.

"Whatever you want to happen is what happens now," Stefan said, not looking at all like the cold façade he had been wearing as of late. She had to remind herself he was switched off as she met his green gaze.

"All you have to do is ask," Damon whispered as he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.

"I….," Bonnie cleared her throat and then took a deep breath to clear her head, "I've only been here a few times and I've never really…seen any of the rooms upstairs." She had wanted her voice to sound calm but she knew it was anything but.

"I guess we'd better give her the grand tour, brother," Damon grinned.

Stefan used his grip on her waist to pull her forward. "Right this way."

:::

There wasn't any real lead up to it. They ended up in Damon's bedroom because he had the bigger bed. Big enough for three. For a while all Bonnie felt was limbs. Being pressed against a hard body on both sides. Hands over her breast. Over her dress. Her ass. Beneath her dress. Lips on her lips. Tongue in her mouth. Lips on her skin. Her throat. The straps around her neck untied. The front of her dress tugged down. Lips on her breast. Her nipples. Tongue. Wet. Warm. Swirling around the peak. Sensations. Stefan thrums. Tingles. Shocks. Damon burns. Engulfs. Hot.

She panted and her magic seemed to be in the room with them. Like another entity. Wrapping around bodies. Begging for attention. Longing to touch. Reaching into minds and pulling out words. Whispered. Filthy. Dirty. In her ear.

Bonnie didn't know how they all ended up naked. Didn't know how she ended up sitting between Damon's legs as he sat up against the headboard, [pulling her legs apart with his hands. Her legs widespread draped over his own. Watching Stefan. Beautiful Stefan. Body lithe and face distorted as he begged. Pleaded. Just let him taste. "Please Bonnie," and, "I need it." Sounding every bit the addict that he was. No blood could quench his thirst this time.

Damon's voice is in her ear. Hands on her breast. Pinching her nipples. "Come on give him permission." Bonnie squirming. "Tell him you want it." Rubbing herself against the hardness pressed against her back.

Bonnie didn't know how things got there, but from somewhere far away she nodded. Nodded because she loved it. Loved the feel of Stefan's breath over sex. Loved the feel of Stefan's tongue inside her. Of Damon reaching around to work her clit with his fingers. The vibration of Stefan moaning into her. Pulling back to murmur. "So sweet." Loved the sound of Damon's voice in her ear telling her she's a good girl. "Our girl. Our witch. Our sweet little Bonnie."

The first time she came her magic made her skin glow ethereal. She didn't understand it. It was never like that with Jeremy. Damon's teeth nipped the skin of her throat painfully, as if to punish her for thinking the name. As if he knew. Maybe he did. She was in their head she knew, maybe they were in hers too.

They were sweating. Dazed. Her magic was affecting them she knew. They were drunk with it. Even as she trembled and moaned out her release, Stefan licked and licked until Bonnie pushed his head away weakly.

He laid his head against her thigh. Turned to take a bite. Moaned again when he drew blood. Found a new place to lick. To suck. To mark. "I don't ever want to taste anything else again."

His words sounded slurred, far off. Sweat covered him and his hair was wet and matted and sticking to his forehead.

Bonnie felt Damon's hands on her waist pushing up gently. "Turn over." He ordered. She felt sluggish. Sloth. Stefan lifted her up and helped her comply. She was turned in his lap. Turned to face him. Stefan lifted her by the hips and helped Damon guide himself inside of her.

Bonnie didn't know who moaned the loudest at the feeling. Her. Damon. Stefan. Damon brought her hands to his shoulders, his hands gripped her breast. "Come on baby," Stefan whispered, "Ride him."

Stefan's hands stayed on her hips as Bonnie bounced up and down on Damon's dick. She was oversensitive. It didn't take long for her to come again. Stefan kept her hips moving when she couldn't. When she screamed and the pleasure became almost painful. When her magic flicked the lights on and off. Her power reaching out to open up the large bay windows with a clatter to let the night air in, cooling overheated skin. Stefan kept her moving until Damon spilled inside her. Her breasts in his mouth and hands. His teeth breaking the skin. His tongue lapping the blood of the wound like a man starved.

Stefan lifted her off of his brother in spite of Damon's protest. She turned to him. Looked down. He was hard. Leaking. Unsatisfied. Without much prompting Bonnie took him into her mouth. Jeremy had always had to beg her. A slap on her ass was the punishment that time. "Don't think about him," Damon ordered, "You're ours."

She was. She could feel it. Feel it like the welcome weight of Stefan on her tongue. Taste it like the salt of his skin. She was theirs. They were hers. It didn't matter. Bonnie sucked harder. Let her magic wrap around him. Between the warmth of her mouth and the tingling of her power it wasn't long before he was gone, saying her name over and over again. Bonnie. Bonnie. Bonnie.

When it was over there was no regret. There should've been. And shame. There was none. She felt nothing but sated and powerful.

She allowed herself to be pulled down until she was draped over Damon's chest. Stefan wrapped himself around her middle, his head resting on her stomach. She carded her fingers through his hair and listened to Damon's breathing until she drifted off to sleep.

:::

The next morning Bonnie expected to wake up hungover. She only felt a little groggy and for that she was thankful. She reached out beside her and frowned when she felt that she was in bed alone. Her eyes opened slowly and ears perked up at the sound of running water.

"Good morning, Bonnie," Stefan said and Bonnie realized that he was sitting on the bed next her fully clothed.

Bonnie blinked at him. "Good morning," she returned, "What time is it?"

"Around ten in the morning," Stefan said, "We let you sleep in a bit late. You looked like you needed it. Don't worry about volunteering for the Night of Illumination. I covered for you. Compelled a couple of girls I had for breakfast to go and work in your place."

Bonnie frowned at the thought of Stefan turning innocent girls into blood bags and errand runners but supposed that as a ripper he probably thought he was actually being considerate of her feelings.

"Um…," she said, clearing her throat, "Thank you."

Stefan leaned down to kiss her and Bonnie knew then that the night before had not in fact been a dream.

"Bath's ready," Damon's voice rang out from the other side of his room.

Bonnie looked over at him as she pulled away from Stefan and saw that he too was fully clothed with no evidence of the night before on either brother and Bonnie felt even more vulnerable being naked and still smelling of sex beneath the sheets.

Before Bonnie could say anything else Stefan was lifting her up bridal style, uncaring as the sheets fell from her body. Bonnie made to protest but she was sped across the room in second and lowered gently into Damon's bath tub, the warm scented water killing her objections.

"Hey, you," Damon grinned as he rolled up his sleeves, his eyes all heat and no malice. It was something she would have to get used to.

"Hey," she said back leaning in to accept the kiss that he gave her.

Bonnie stiffened slightly as they began to wash her. Their touch, though no less welcomed, felt different now that she was sober. "Relax," Stefan coaxed as he washed her back.

She leaned into the touch and her body seemed to melt into him, her magic humming happily.

Bonnie had just settled when the door banged open. She jumped but calmed slight at the feel of Stefan's hands on her shoulders.

"I can't believe you assholes actually pulled it off," an accented voice said from the doorway, Bonnie recognized as Rebekah, "Lucky bastards."

Bonnie's eyes widened as the words sank in. "Do I want to know?" She asked Damon.

Damon shook his head and glared in Rebekah's direction. "What the hell do you want?"

"Rude," Rebekah pouted and them, "The doppelganger and the history teacher who doesn't know history are downstairs. Something about ghosts in town. I don't know. I stopped listening after a couple of seconds."

Bonnie felt cold at the mention of Elena and only warmed again at the feel of Stefan's lips on her shoulder.

"Get rid of them," Damon said, "We'll take care of it later. We're busy."

"Clearly," Rebekah smirked. Rebekah's gaze fell on her and Bonnie couldn't help but fidget. "When these two idiots stop being fun and start arguing over you, come find me. I'll make it worth your while, Miss Bennett."

Bonnie raised a brow as the blond winked.

"Leave," Damon hissed dangerously.

"You lot are no fun," Rebekah sighed theatrically before leaving, slamming the door behind her.

Bonnie breathed sigh of relief once Rebekah was gone and hoped she would get rid of Elena and Alaric as well. She was in no way ready for "morning after" drama.

"We won't be you know," Stefan said as he resumed washing her back, "Arguing over you, I mean."

Bonnie frowned but she couldn't say she was surprised. "Not worth the fight," she tried to joke but it felt hollow even to her ears.

"More like," Damon said, easing closer, "Worth the compromise."

Bonnie looked between them and found they both looked serious. Open. "So we're doing this?" Bonnie didn't know what "this" was but they seemed to understand her question just the same.

"Yeah," Damon nodded, as he leaned in to kiss her again. "We're doing this," Stefan whispered into her ear as his hand snaked around and reached between her legs.

As many plans that they had botched over the last few months, this outcome had to be Bonnie's favorite.

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