Blood Sharing aka The Five (Alternate Scene)

This fic takes place during season 4 episode The Five. Warning for minor episode spoilers. Damon/Elena.

She'd conquered her biggest fear. Elena Gilbert was no ripper. Honestly, Damon never expected her to be a ripper, though he had expected the moral meltdown she'd experienced earlier on in the day. Elena had lost her nerve when confronted with the fact her would be blood donor had a little sister. She had no problem drinking from the scum-bag would be date-rape-loser tonight though. No problem at all.

In fact, as the music pulsated through the room filled with masked and painted sweaty freshmen, Damon couldn't help but revel for a moment in the feeling of knowing he succeeded where his brother had failed. Regardless of the moral standards Elena kept- she couldn't thrive or even survive the way Stefan did. Damon liked to think that part of Elena didn't really want to. Those were the thoughts floating in his head as he pulled his mouth away from the compulsed woman he had pinned against the wall. That, and just how damn magnetic Elena was looking across the floor with blood dripping down her chin.

Elena was having a moment that could only really be described as ecstasy. With her hands above her head, her face tilted to the ceiling, fangs pointed without fear, she licked her lips and swayed her body in time with the music. It's about damn time. Thought Damon. Ever since Elena had become a vampire everyone in her life had been trying to numb the experience out of fear she'd lose control. She was denied her first kill, sheltered from her own power, and guilt-tripped into staying in control. Elena's own body rebelled against her, denying her the pleasure and experience of blood sharing or even the measly ability to drink the blood of an animal. Allowing himself to think about the blood sharing incident for a moment sent fingers of heat crawling up Damon's spine. He'd been disappointed she couldn't keep his blood down and that she clearly wasn't overwhelmed by the pleasure in the act as he was. He certainly wouldn't be forgetting that any time soon. It had been worth a punch in the jaw.

There was something about this adventure in feeding that was catching Damon a little off guard. Something about being able to walk around in the open with fangs out and blood dripping. He loved Halloween for that reason. It was a day where he could be himself without suspicion. A bite on the neck at a Halloween frat party? That's just horny freshmen! It wasn't just being able to be out in the open. It was seeing Elena, here, like this... in a new light, for the first time. He couldn't help furrowing his eyebrows in the trademark way Elena had always teased him for. He was interested in seeing just how different the new Elena was.

Elena had been dancing with her blood donor for the night. She was careful to use compulsion every time and not take too much. It was overwhelming to finally be able to just feed and not over think it. She was doing alright! Elena Gilbert was not a ripper. The past few days since she'd changed all she could really focus on was how severely she felt everything. Good or bad, her feelings were amplified. The blood cravings were getting beyond her control even with help from Stefan. She didn't feel guilty about asking Damon for help if it meant she'd be stopped from ever killing someone. Damon. Knowing he was close by added to her ability to let go and enjoy herself. She knew he'd swoop in if she took it too far.

Elena swayed about with her partner, and having thought of Damon she turned around, still moving to the beat, to see he'd turned around to face her as well. She smiled a toothy-fanged grin. There was always something about Damon that made her think he could sense her thoughts. No, she didn't believe he could read her mind. But deep down there was this strange connection between the two of them that amplified since she transitioned.

Damon started to saunter over to her, his eyes a little glazed. Elena noticed instantly the blood by his mouth. Even though she just drank from the girl, it was as if every cell in her body had become electrified and engaged in response to the sticky, glistening, redness. Damon shook his hair and Elena could see the droplets of sweat and blood fly off his skin. She grinned knowing only a vampire could see something so small move so fast, and she closed the gap between them and started to dance.

The music beat all around them, bodies full of coursing blood and churning heart beats... but it was as if she suddenly only had eyes for him. Eyes for the blood on his face. He smirked as she moved, but his eyes drank her in as she reached and smeared the blood from his chin on her finger, and quickly licked it off. Now that Damon hadn't expected. That was a moment he had only fantasised about.

Elena grinned, a part of her feeling a tinge of guilt at how much pleasure she was getting out of this, out of blood lust, and out of Damon. She knew somewhere in the back of her mind this was something she should be experiencing with Stefan.. . but Stefan would lose himself in a very bad way. The other part of Elena, just didn't care, and was too busy singing, "..your love pours down me like a waterfall..." .

Damon was playing it cool, or at least, trying to. He'd long since mastered the art of keeping a calm or neutral face while hiding his inner thoughts from enemies. Could he hide them from Elena? It was all he could do to not grab her there. He wanted to kiss her, to bite her, to blood share, to taste her, to feel her, to... anything. To just, touch her. So he allowed himself a cautious touch on her shoulder as they danced. She leaned into him dancing and his hand automatically ran down her arm caressing it. To anyone watching it may look like a passing caress of affection, when in reality his senses were alive and filled with Elena. Damon could feel the temperature of her skin through the fabric, practically taste the blood dripping from her teeth, and he couldn't move his eyes from the way her hair was pulled back exposing porcelain skin. He wouldn't push her though. Not like this. Every bone in his body told him to take advantage of the moment but he knew she'd never forgive him if he did. Damon had to be content to revel in the moment. So revel he did by finding any excuse he could to brush against her body while they swayed with the music. He could revel. He could rival any vampire with his ability to revel.

Something was coming alive in Elena. Something that, truth be known, had been aching to burst free. It had been there when she was a human, but now as a vampire it was as all encompassing the moment she acknowledged it existed. It was a drive, a need, an intense desire. She told herself it was bloodlust, but her body disagreed. Damon ran a hand down her arm. It was like sparks, he was igniting her. Elena knew Damon couldn't compulse her, but he was all she could see, all she could smell, all she could feel. She couldn't bear to not have him touching her. When he pulled his hand back she pushed back into him.

Damon's face was a mask but it was like time was standing still. His eyes searched Elena, asking, what are you doing? Elena couldn't read his mind but there was the connection again. She knew what he was thinking anyway, and her own smile and eyes seemed to answer a playful, I don't know...? Elena pulled closer again, she caught wind of that coppery smell and redness around Damon's mouth. She let out an uncontrolled growl. Without warning her eyes clouded over and veins snaked down her face. With vampire speed she pinned him against the nearest wall and was now lapping the blood from his face like a kitten with a saucer of milk. Her tongue scraped against his chin.

Damon hadn't been expecting it. Elena really wouldn't have been able to overpower him, but he'd allowed himself to be moved thinking she had only been about to playfully push or touch. But no, Elena had become aggressive. Before he could even think what was happening he felt her tongue on his face and his hands flew up around her. One of his hands was lost in her hair, the other clamped tightly on the small of her back- willing her to stay just a second longer. He knew she would inevitably realize what she was doing and would pull away. But... the thing was... she didn't pull away. She showed no signs of pulling away. Instead a guttural growl escaped her lips which prompted a surprised yet quiet moan from his.

Elena's fangs gently grazed Damon's neck just below his jaw. The blood from his feed had dripped there and Elena wanted more. He leaned his face into her, pressing his jaw against her mouth. She couldn't help it- her mouth quivered with excitement and anticipation. She'd been sick the last time she tried to feed from Damon, but last time she hadn't had any human blood from the vein in her system. Last time she wasn't acting like a normal vampire.

Now she had Damon plastered against the wall, albeit, willingly. Damon always knew a secret part of Elena wanted him- and as her fangs pierced his skin he tightened his grip on her and his eyes rolled back. It was everything the first time had been- and more. Her body pulsated against his as he ran his hand through her hair. Damon could feel his blood pouring into her- and with it- his life essence. He felt the slightest hint of light headedness and giving into the dizziness was gratifying. The air smelled like her and his blood. Elena was hard against him, he could feel her hips pushing against his front and his body tightened in response.

Elena finally pulled back, arching her head and snapping her neck back as she did. Her eyes were wide and alight, her fangs protruded, his blood dribbled down her chin. She was breathing deep and heavy, her chest was rising with every effort. Damon was still holding her with his head cocked to the side, avoiding her gaze as his mind started to comprehend what happened.

"More." growled Elena. She felt power coursing through her. Damon's power. This is what it felt like to be Damon. The thought only barley registered as her entire body was taken over by it.

Damon cocked an eyebrow- wondering if he was in control of this or not. "As.. tempting as that sounds..." he gasped out, like a lover who was spent. "If you drink anymore of me..." She'll what? What could he say that would make her stop so she didn't take it too far? The truth? That they'd be permanently bonded? That might not be enough... "...you'll kill me." he added quickly. It wasn't a lie. It wasn't exactly true either. Stefan would beat him bloody for allowing her to take it this far, and she clearly still didn't understand the effect of blood-sharing.

Realization and understanding started to wash over Elena's face. Damon knew he'd done the right thing by stopping her, but then she took him by surprise by pinning him back again quite forcefully. His hands reflectively let go of her. "Seriously Elena, this isn't a good idea." He spat out.

Elena's eyes returned to normal, her grip loosened, and the veins disappeared, but she did not let go. She stared at Damon, his own power staring back at him through smoldering female eyes. "It was your blood that changed me." It wasn't a question, it was a statement, but Damon nodded anyway. Dr. Fell had used his blood to cure her, and when she died it was his blood that made her a vampire. "You're in me. I have you inside of me." He stayed silent. "I can feel it. I feel your power. I feel... a connection to you."

"Well, we can only hope it doesn't make you sick this time." Damon said in his arrogant tone of voice as an attempt to cut the tension and lighten the moment. He could feel himself treading water but he wasn't making any distance. Elena's face twisted in confusion. She felt embarrassed she hadn't been able to keep his blood down that first try. But then she started to think about it.

"We didn't do it right last time. Did we?" he avoided her eyes but she pushed using his power and he felt his face drawn back. "Did we?" she demanded. He bit his lip, squinted his eyes, and shook his head slowly. "I needed human blood in my system first and you..." he stared at her in amazement. How was she putting this all together? "You didn't bite me back." That stopped him. He stopped breathing, stopped moving, was sure his heart stopped, and he just stared.

"No. I didn't bite you back. " he confirmed.

"Your blood... your power ... makes me stronger Damon. If I can make this feeling stay... I think I can keep myself in check. I feel more in control of myself." somehow he doubted that. The control part at least. Yes, he did have the best control out of any vampire he knew... but if he agreed with her and let himself think she had control it would mean accepting that she had control of herself right now. That this, this whole moment, was by Elena's choice and not just the frenzy of blood lust and feeding. If he dared to hope that might be true... then what did that say about her feelings for him? Or at the very least, her attraction?

"So what are you saying Elena?" he dared to ask. She stared at him long and hard.

"Bite me back." Damon looked down.

"I can't do that." He looked back up with a sheepish grin. "That's like vampire sex."

Elena had suspected blood sharing could be involved in vampire sex, but knowing that it was practically equal made her face red as if she'd been a human. She considered this for a moment as Damon tried to seem casual and cocky but really hung on baited breath.

"You're already in me. For this to work, if I ever want to have any control, I need to be in you." She said it very matter-o-factly and pulled her hair to the side to expose her forever porcelain neck. Damon's whole body throbbed as his eyes became transfixed. He tried to pull his face away.

"..it's like sex..." he feebly said again, but Elena was already inching herself closer. His fangs tingled, his body tightened and throbbed, and he felt her warm breath next to his face.

"But it's not. It's not sex." she whispered. Elena still didn't know everything about blood sharing but surely if it really was akin to sex Stefan would have said something. He'd want her to be strong enough to keep from killing someone. If they remembered it wasn't sex... she wouldn't have to feel guilty. Though any guilt she was feeling began dissipating as soon as she touched him. "It's not. Sex."

Damon couldn't fight it anymore when she breathed those words. He grabbed onto her like she'd disappear if he didn't, and bit. Elena arched her back and leaned her head up. Damon's teeth slid in deep and when they connected with her blood both of them let out a moan of pleasure. Drinking Elena was like drinking liquid gold. The taste filled Damon up and through the connection he was pulled through every memory with her. Their first meeting, their experiences, the moment he kissed her and made her forget. He knew of course that she'd already retrieved these missing memories before but it was something else entirely to be going through them piece by piece with her here.

Their bodies were hopelessly entwined while the party raged on around them. With every lingering moment that Damon drew out her blood Elena felt her body building in a satisfying tension. She knew it was working, the bit of Damon's power would stay, and with this connection she'd keep the blood down. She'd be strong, strong enough to fight the urge to kill someone when she fed. but there was also something else she as experiencing. Warmth spread through her and tingled where it went. She could feel Damon's heart beating rapidly against hers, and his body was tight and ridged like a person doing everything they could to stay in check. Somehow it suddenly wasn't enough anymore.

Elena pushed the feeling away and tried to focus on the blood, but that only made it more intense. Damon's blood was coursing through her now, and hers was coursing through him. With every drop he drank she felt herself inside of him. Elena's body was still heightened in anticipation as she felt her fingers fumbling over his shirt. She pulled at a button. Like a bolt Damon's face shot up from her neck, severing the connection between the two, and stared at her with his mouth slightly open and her blood dripping through his teeth. The bite marks on her neck were already starting to heal but it didn't feel enough. "...don't stop..." she murmured with doe eyes. He stayed frozen, unsure of what to do. When she reached up and opened a button from his shirt. On the inside, Damon lost control and finally leapt all in.

Elena was aware of the room rushing by them in a blur. She knew they were now somewhere dark and small- like a closet of some sort- away from the party. She also knew that when he took to run she'd instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he scooped her up. There were no lights but with vampire sight she could see him clear as day. She pulled at his shirt, tearing it in the process which only served to ignite a lust in Damon he'd been working very hard to bury. He felt feral. He felt alive.

Humans were the ones to get sexually excited by naked bodies. To a vampire the allure of bare skin was all about the blood just beneath the surface. Damon fiercely pulled her shirt over her head as she stared at him with that entrapping gaze. Turning his own power on him. He pushed her back into the wall, her legs still wrapped around his waist, and he let out a snarl as he moved her hair. For the briefest moment he paused, mentally begging himself to stay in check... but then Elena punctured the skin below his collar bone with her nails. She wanted more, he'd give her more.

Damon thrust against her as she leaned down and bit, the drywall under his hands cracked and crumbled. Humans would never know what they were missing. While the act of human sex was still something fun a vampire could enjoy, nothing could compare with the pull of feeding and the intimacy of blood sharing. He didn't need to tear her clothes off to know what it was like to be inside of her. Damon could feel every part of her from the inside out as his blood filled her mouth. He stroked the side of her face gently as she fed on him, and then, after all the anticipation and mounting tension between them, he sunk his teeth in her. There was finally release as he slammed into her both physically, emotionally, and mentally. They collided.

Stars. Stars were all they could both see upon the mutual connection of their blood . He was filling up with her, she was filling up with him. They were delirious in the blood lust, their hands reached all over each other to feel in the darkness. Elena felt like she was having an out of body experience, like something she'd never known as a human. This was blood sharing. She was aware of her body, felt every pull, every touch, every movement... but she was still in another regard detached from it. All she could really be sure of surrounded by these stars was Damon. Elena was experiencing Damon in the fullest capacity. It felt like they were one person, but she still wanted more. An insatiable need every bit as powerful of the blood was clawing at her from the inside.

Likewise, Damon was surrounded in Elena. She was all he could smell, touch, and taste. He'd never known a blood share to be this intense and deep- not even with Katherine. He knew some part of his body was still reaching in the darkness for her, groping at her flesh, clawing at her bones while his lips remained attached to her neck. He could feel their hearts pulsing together and the rhythmic sound filled the starry void around them. Damon was pulled through Elena's memories of him from her perspective. He noticed the unmistakable spark of passion through her eyes and body. Elena had felt something for him from the start! But it was always overcome by her fear of losing control- even as a human.

Elena didn't know who was in control anymore. All she knew was she needed Damon and wanted him in every possible way. Their shared experience heightened everything she thought and felt- because Damon was feeling it too. It was like having the air knocked out of her lungs. It was this secret inner world where they both felt safe, wanted, and passionate. An inner world where they were together on a level so outside of reality neither one would even be able to explain it. It was beautiful, and it was terrifying. Hardly aware of her hands, Elena was pulling at Damon's belt. That's when he broke the connection by pulling away from his bite, and pushing her away in the process. His hands flew to her wrists to stop her pulling at his pants.

The instant the connection snapped Elena felt immediate rejection. He was her Damon. He knew her more intimately now than anyone else. They were inside each other and he'd put up a wall! Her cheeks burned, but her eyes were brimmed with tears that threatened to over flow.

"I can't let you..." said Damon holding her wrists tightly. "I can't let you get so caught up you do something you regret. I've never experienced blood sharing like that... " he avoided her eyes and cocked his head to the side in his usual thoughtful way. "...I think we both got caught up in it." He met her eyes then. Those eyes that swam like diamonds. Eyes he could be forever lost in. Eyes that were already drawing him back to her neck. He shrugged off the urge.

"What did it feel like?" Elena suddenly demanded, worried that she was the only one experiencing such an intense desire. Damon stayed quiet, looked away, and then met her gaze while still holding her wrists.

"It felt like..." he began, searching for the words. Elena studied him in the dark, terrified now, and convinced she was the only one to have her world shattered by this blood sharing, convinced that the desire was all in her own head. "...it felt like home." he finally said letting go of her wrists and letting them fall back by her sides naturally. "It felt like you'd been my companion, my lover... for all of existence..." he began softly at first, but began to become more intense with each word. "Like you knew every inch of me inside and out, and I every inch of you. Like it was only us in the universe and I couldn't hide any darkness from you but it didn't matter because as soon as you found it, it became light!" he rambled nervously.

Elena's mind swirled with everything he'd said. Damon really did experience what she did. It wasn't just her. "You were the first one." she said, leaving Damon staring at her confused by her context. "The first one I met." she explained. Now he understood the reference. "But you made me forget. Like when you told me you loved me and kissed me." Damon turned his face to the side not wanting to look at her. "I..." she stammered. "I have never felt more, at home- like you said, than I did tonight. Not in my human life, not in my vampire life.." he turned his face back to her expecting rejection, but he saw tears on her lashes. "Damon..." she slowly raised her hands to touch his chest. "I never wanted to leave that place." She looked up at him, now holding his belt again. He placed his hands gently over hers and tried to push them off but she didn't move. "I need you inside of me."

"I already am. I'm flowing through your veins." he replied with a half smile "If you drink anymore, there will be nothing left."

"That's not what I want..." he was about to reply with Oh I know.. when she added "I can choose for myself." she pulled at the belt and it broke free, she tossed it to the floor.

Damon stared at the belt on the floor for a moment. This was it. From the moment he'd met her this was what he'd always wanted. All of her. Everything she had to give. Here she was, ready to give it to him, and he felt guilty. "Elena..." he let out a sigh that rippled through his own body. "You know I want you. But I'm the bad guy in this story. The guy slated to chase the girl and never get her. I can't take advantage of you when you're high on blood." The entire time he gave his speech he was dodging to avoid her fingers.

"Well then- bite me again." she quipped. He gave her a and what will that accomplish? Look. "Not for very long, just long enough, I mean, look inside me Damon. Figure out if I really want this or if it's feeding frenzy." Elena was sure she wanted him, but she even had to admit she wasn't thinking like her normal self after all the feeding and the blood exchange. They'd both know for sure this way. Damon would be able to walk through the blood fog in her conscience and see the truth.

Damon considered this. It made a lot of sense. He felt somewhat assured that he'd look inside her and see this wasn't what she really wanted, just what she lusted. Then, it would be easier to back himself out of this situation... keep things from escalating. He couldn't do something with her knowing how she truly felt. It would be easier to walk away in the end, if they both saw that it wasn't what she wanted.

"Okay." he resigned.

Still holding on to the belt loops of his pants Elena extended her neck a final time. Damon lingered above it, trying to drink in every bit of this moment so he could make the memory last. He didn't expect once she found out what she really felt that anything like this would ever happen again. He had to make it last. So, he slowly, carefully, grazed his teeth along her throat without biting. She shuttered, and a nearly silent gasp escaped her. Elena careened her neck ever so slightly, and he connected.

It was different this time. Damon was the only one on the journey. No stars, just darkness. He didn't feel empty though, as a matter of fact while his physical body was cradling Elena in his arms, this mental one, the blood sharing mind, saw warm light. He mentally felt compelled to the light and it was no surprise when he finally approached it that he saw Elena's own mental projection. Her conscience.

This Elena smiled at him. "Hello. Who are you?" she asked with almost a child like charm.

"I'm a friend, I came to get you." he explained.

"I have to leave?" she asked.

"Yes," said Damon solemnly. "It's time to go."

"Oh." This version of Elena knit her eyebrows together in concerned thought. "... but I get to leave with you?"

That wasn't what Damon expected. "Yes, you get to leave, uh, with me."

The dream-like Elena stood up and took Damon's hand. "Good." she said. "because I want to be with you."

"You do?" asked Damon. "Why?"

The connection was already starting to be severed as the physical Damon became aware that he couldn't continue drinking her blood without weakening her. Everything seemed fuzzy, and he was less aware of this mental image and more aware of Elena's flesh under his teeth.

"Because, you're home." Then he was pulled back into reality.

He unclenched his jaw from her neck at that point, and pulled away to stare at her. She was trembling and her eyes were wide and searching. "Please Damon..." She made one last effort to tug at his pants and convey her meaning. "I know what I want, I need you inside of me. Not because it makes me strong, because you are my home."

Damon didn't realize tears were escaping his eyes until they dripped down onto his bare chest. He looked down at them, and then his eyes travelled to where Elena's hands were holding him, and he wrapped his arms around her in an embrace. "You are my home." he said, echoing the feeling they both had during the blood sharing. He held her tightly, her blood still on his lips, and then he pulled her up on his waist.

Elena obliged and wrapped her legs around, he stated pulling at the back of her bra. Their eyes met and he froze a moment, Elena gently, and carefully, leaned in and left the whisper of a kiss on his lips. Damon let the kiss sit, for only a moment, and then he kissed back with a ferocity he could no longer contain. Elena knew what was about to happen as she kissed him madly and their clothes landed in a pile. She knew that before the blood sharing that there was no sex, and what they'd done in her mind with the blood sharing wasn't sex. But now it was different, now after the blood sharing she knew. She knew beyond the shadow of a doubt Damon was her other half, her home. She'd deal with the consequences later.

Their clothes were on the floor and Damon's hands were on Elena's hips. He grazed his teeth against her and allowed himself only a drop. As she lowered her head to do the same, he waited until she drew blood before thrusting inside her. She moaned as she felt him enter and the heat rush through her body, mixed with the coppery liquid pleasure in her mouth. She longed for the completeness of the blood sharing but knew she couldn't indulge in it again so soon. Instead she teased herself by lapping up the droplets until the bite healed.

Damon moaned like a feral animal and pulled her by her hips with every thrust. He raked his hands across her breasts and his mouth travelled along hers wanting every taste. Her extended canines pricked his tongue but he liked it and kissed her harder. She was leaving track marks across his back.

As their pleasure began to ascend they sped up, Elena leaning and arching her back as far as she could. She let her head drape back and her hair spill while Damon held her one arm around the waist and one behind her neck. There were like dancers, and everything was spinning from the blood shared.

When Elena could barely stand the pressure anymore, when she could feel Damon swell with every motion she made, she decided then to bite him again. Picking up on her signal Damon bit her back and again they were blasted into their own starry world. The sex was magnified and the blood share couldn't last long after how much they'd experimented with it. Thankfully, it didn't have to. With a peaking force their bodies expired together, vibrating through every part of them body and mind. The lovers cried out in ecstasy letting go of their bites on each other's neck. The room was spinning, blood was pouring down their faces, and they were damp with sweat. Damon pulled Elena upright, but didn't pull out of her. Instead they pressed their foreheads together , panting heavily, as the aftershocks waved through them.

They stared at each other for a few moments, then Damon put her down on the floor. Still standing nude, Elena reached up and placed her hand on Damon's chest. "You're my home now." she said knowing that words could never possibly do the experience justice.

"You're my home." answered Damon.

They stayed like that, holding each other for a few seconds, and then in a flash were clothed and back out in the party. The world looked different then for both of them. Everything was fuzzy around the edges like in a dream, or drunkenness. Damon and Elena swayed to the music, forever touching each other in some way. That's how Bonnie found them.