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The Heat in His Life

Summary: Elijah has a particularly fiery werewolf student who gets a little extra needy when the full moon is around.

Elijah couldn't explain what he felt for Y/N, she wasn't top of the class or especially talented compared to other students. If anything she was a little trouble maker.

But she wasn't like the other ones in class. When he questioned her, she'd always have something witty to say back.

She almost never had her homework but somehow always knew what the answers were to it, or at least had some sort of answer that would be technically correct so Elijah wouldn't be able to tell her off.

It was as if she knew exactly how to play the system.

Werewolves were always his trickiest students, they got a little more aggressive about things than others and when it got close to the full moon they'd get more and more touchy. But the female werewolf students also got a little more needy around the full moon. Some of them got a couple extra days off school near the time.

When it got close to, Elijah could feel the heat rolling off her. He'd see the boys in the class perk up and get all over her. He'd have to remind everyone back to their seats and try focus back on the lesson.

But at the end he'd see those amber eyes on him, asking for him.

"Y/N, don't you have another lesson?" He questioned, rising from his seat and clearing his throat as he smoothed his tie down.

"No." Her head shook, her eyes looking up at him from her chair. "Don't have to be in lessons this week." She shrugged and he nodded because it was very obvious she was in no state to be in class. She'd barely been conscious the past hour, breathing laboured and eyes trailing over the male wolves but they'd always find their way back to him.

"Yet you've come to mine." He countered, making the brave choice to come to her desk, glancing to the empty pages before her. "Would you like me to call a family member, Y/N?" Elijah questioned, voice laced with concern. Her head shook and he frowned, she was practically curled into her seat, her arms wrapped around her aching tummy. "Maybe a friend?" He offered, squatting down beside her. Her scent was flooding his nose but if anybody had mastered self-control it was Elijah and he'd had many students in heat before.

"Need you." She whined quietly and he softened slightly, his fingers tapping against the desk before he shuffled close enough for her to lean against him. He didn't hug her back but he let her rest against him for a moment.

"You need to get to your dorm, darling. I can go to the nurse's office and get you some meds to calm the heat and the pain down and have a runner bring it to you." He smiled, he knew that isn't what she wanted but he had a class to teach next and he could not be helping a student through a heat. That would cost him his job and compromise his highly regarded morals.

Elijah came to work there to give a little back to the supernatural community and to show some equality to all of the different species. Not to take advantage of his students.

So for a couple of heats he'd just make sure she went back to her dorm and had someone bring her some things to ease off the power of the full moon. And inevitably a few days later when he'd look out of his window in thought, a little wolf would be stood a few metres away from the front porch of his house, just staring up at him.

For the rest of each month she'd have the same fire as usual, fling things across the room just before he could physically see so he couldn't tell her off. Snapping back at anybody that said something she didn't agree with.

Sometimes Elijah tried to convince himself he only felt the attraction when she was in heat but it didn't explain why he'd have his fist around his cock at least twice a week locked in his office after hours with the thought of her in his mind.

Secretly he loved the way she could command a room, rile everybody up, then just walk off like she was the most innocent of angels.

And then she really would look all sweet and soft when she was in heat. It made her weak and needy like a puppy rather than a wolf. He enjoyed both sides of her.

But he had never planned to act on either.

She just wouldn't leave him alone.

He hadn't expected to get to his office, ready to mark all of the dozens of papers, only to find Y/N already in there. The summer made it so much harder. For all the wolves. That's why it had become a breeding season of sorts, the school was starting to get concerned with the amount of wolf pregnancies.

At least Elijah couldn't get her pregnant.

Thank fuck for him he couldn't get her pregnant. Because there was absolutely no chance he was turning her away that time.

He had her bent right over his desk, listening to her whine and beg whilst he knelt down behind her and buried his face between her ass. Tongue lapping up between her folds and groaning at the taste of her.

"More..." She cried, "needa be full."

"I know, angel." He mumbled, sucking on her cunt from behind. And soon enough he gave her what she wanted.

Had her on the carpeted floor, bucking his hips rapidly up into her as she rode his cock desperately. Poor thing was exhausted; Elijah had his hands on her tits, stopping them from bouncing too aggressively.

"You'll hurt yourself, darling." He murmured softly when she tried to spin around, get a new angle. It made Elijah chuckled quietly and lifted her off his cock, shushing her whimpers and flipping her back onto her belly to thrust himself back into her from behind, pounding into her until she was drunk on his cum. So full and whining about being bred.

"Shh.." He'd whisper gently, stroking her hair as she lay half asleep still on his office floor. "It's alright."

"Need 'em." She mumbled, her eyes drooped as she panted quietly and kept reaching for his other hand.

"Such a needy wolf you are." He muttered as he brought his hand back to her swollen pussy, her legs always spreading for his touch. His fingers slipped straight to her entrance, stroking her from the inside and gently bringing her to another climax. Toying with her poor clit until she was just sweat and tears.

By morning he'd brought her to his house. It was too risky going into her dorm room with her, if someone saw he'd be done for, so he brought her somewhere safer. Safer for them both.

And so, she started heading to his home instead of his office each month, trembling in his bed instead of his floor.

Eventually she started going there without the moons pull. Elijah couldn't help but welcome her.

Perhaps his self-control wasn't as faultless as he once believed.

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Fanfiction : The Vampire Diaries

Title : " Weddings, Confessions & Conspiracies"

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Relationships: Damon Salvatore/ Lorenzo st.john. Mentioned Stefan Salvatore/Caroline Forbes

Tags: slight angst, wedding preparations, first kiss, love declarations, It gets better i promise, past trauma mentions , hurt , slight fluff , slight OOC

Warnings: past trauma mentions. Authors first ever work( please be kind). English is the author's third language.

Word count : Very long (i dunno just started typin on Tumblr and it's long )

Summary : Damon and enzo are getting ready for Stefans wedding.Damon try and help but that leads to some very interesting turn of events

No of chapters: 2/?

"uhhhh...was it around or?....my!"

Enzo let his hands fall on his sides with a sigh.He had been at this for awhile now but it just won't come to him. It's been a long time since he last fumbled with one of these.

Even then he used to have trouble getting it right. It was always too short , too long,too tight. Besides the fact he had to knot one every damn day during his service as an army official. When there was more sand in the upper part of the hour glass then the lower.

And then the glass broke and the sand was everywhere. Time seemed to have completely forgotten about him. No matter how much he tried to gather it and fill it back up, get it to remember him again , start ticking for him again. The grains just kept slipping away... the shards kept demanding his blood. Never enough thou. It was never enough. THEY never have had enough.

And then he was sent to kill the very man who had left him to die and he couldn't do it, couldn't bring his hand up to hurt him couldn't bear the pain in his eyes which once brought him relief.

How could he?

How could he when his first words after he last saw him disappear behind those hungry flames were

"You are Alive! Good God Thank Goodness you are.."

And then he had hugged him. Touched him for the very first time and he felt , just for a moment, just a little bit, of what he had called him.....alive.

Enzo lifted his gaze to meet his eyes. They didn't seemed to get the memo thou. Lord help him. Was he going to look like that at Stefans wedding? A lifeless corpse at a joyful occasion? It had been a long year for them they deserved some good times. Guess they would be better off without him if he didn't-

"Geez Enzo you still not ready? look at the time!"

Enzo snapped out of the daze.His eyes searching for the clock.

9:30

Heavens! how long had he been standing there? he remembered pulling that damn tie around his neck at 8 somethin.

"Sorry i uh.." He fumbled with the fabric as his eyes roamed everywhere but at him.

He heard a sigh, liquid slushing around in a glass and footsteps echoing towards him and coming to a halt. Damon ducked his head to look him in the eyes he have had fixed to a very interesting looking stain on an otherwise slick floor.

Enzo slowly rolled his eyes up to meet his. Calm as a storm they were. They searched for something.

Enzo lifted the tail end of the black silk up sheepishly. Damon downed the rest of his whisky and set the glass down on the table beside the washbowl.

Cold coarse hands brushed up at the sides of his neck, teasing the ends of his hair. He would love them to crease through them, hold them fast grounding him on the otherwise sinking floor underneath him.

He held the smooth tie between his fingers and expertly twisted it around giving it the shape it was meant to be bent in in the contradiction to whatever enzo had going on minutes-hour? ago?

" A hundred and eighty something odd years and am still doing that boys tie for him even on his wedding day. He's a lost cause. Didn't knew it's two of them in my hands now"

Damon said. Not that he was complaining. He fixed Enzos eyes with his, not needing to look at the tie to know if he was doing it right . He's have had too much practice .

"Well....i guess that's Caroline's headache now, in a moment or two" Enzo remarked at his bitching.

"I severely doubt it" Damon snarked back.

He thinks it's bad with a tie? He should have seen him few months ago when he was having trouble with damn buttons! it was as if he had to relearn every godforsaken thing like a new born. 70 years in a cage. He didn't exactly came out with all his marbles in his head. But he kept shut and let Damon hold his gaze. Keep im here. keep him from going back in their. in the dark. where he had been. For soo long.

As Damon did so,a single flick of his hair from the middle fell on his forehead. Rest of his black tresses combed back and generously gelled. The hairstyle brought focus on his eyes ten times they normally did when they framed his face. His turquoise blue suit and silver studs complementing them further. Holding them dear.

Enzo brought his hand up to his head and creased a gentle touch of his finger along his eyebrow , once and then back from where he started and once again. Then Balancing the rouge strand on its tip he tucked it behind his ear and ran a hand down his nape.

Damons eyes followed his finger as the slight frown his brows had pinched into loosened, his ever so stoic hands faltering in their tracks as his gaze softened and his lips parted as if to say something but was just a reaction.

Enzo hadn't even realised what he was doing until after he did it. Just a reflex. To always take care of people who did the same for him.Which weren't many.Last he checked the list, Damons name was at the top and underlined with maybe a few hearts floating around it. Folded and tucked in the far corners of his mind.

Enzo gulped, his throat bobbing under one of Damons hand which had come to rest on his neck the other resting right on his chest tucked behind the damn tie that had started all of this. Enzo held his breath, the hand on his chest getting warmer by the second. Did he feel his heartbeat rise? ofcourse he did, He's a vampire, he can fucking hear it like listening to a phone call if he damn well pleases. Probably is right now. Enzo's eyes wandered again

"S-sorry was it uhh? purposefully loosened i didn't -"

" No! no it wasn't it was uhhh tucked back" Damon cut Enzo's stammering short with his small excited whispers. His voice light as the feathers. Damon pinched the tie at its knot and pulled its tail. Enzo's breath hitched in his throat and he flinched, his eyes momentairly rolled back into his skull.

All that left a trail of goosebumps along Damon's spine , sending blood rushing throughout his body. His Touch was barely even there, just a finger.Why did it bother him so much?

Damon's breathing picked up as his heartbeat quickened it's pace making a light blush colour his cheeks cause of the mere act. Damn it! He really needs to get a hold of himself.

Why was his body being like that? It had always been a mystery to him. This guy really had some sort effect on him didn't he? maybe it was guilt. He had done countless things to hurt this man. Pulled his heart out and crushed it and kicked it and left it to burn and he was--

( That's the problem Damon!)

Enzos eyes furrowed when he noticed the change.Was he angry? That he had touched him? his face was all red...

--And here he was standing in front of him all preetied up smelling sweet and all, having long forgiven him for his acts and getting ready for a mans marriage who he hates, for his sake, cause Damon asked after Alaric bailed, cause he would be alone...while he should be punching Damon across his face and hating hi--

(I don't wanna hate you!)

"Damon you ok? is everything alright?" Enzo asked, concern dripping from his voice his eyes his damn face!

--why is he like this? always getting up, coming back,never giving up on him, on them. EVERY damn time he lets him down?.While he should be digging him up a shallow one and then spit on it--

(cause if I hate you then i have Nothing-)

Enzo carefully examined his face. Oh! he wasn't angry he was-

"We- we should leave or we'll get late. I'll wait for you by the car, you can finish up" Damon stuttered.

(....left)

--Embarrassed.

heh! that's a funny thought. And all this because of Enzo too.

"Damon!" Enzo held him fast by his wrist pulling him close , and held on to him tight when he had turned to leave.

Damon brought his other hand up in an attempt to loosen Enzo's grip as he avoided trying to twist his arm out.

"Enzo what? what is it?...ok let go you'll ruin the crease of my suit-"

Enzo acted fast and grasped his other one too. Damon first tried to pull then looked up at him with questioning eyes. Damn he was strong. Enzo stared back.

Damon sighed and closed his eyes to ease down his racing heart. Swallowing and with a forced steadiness in his voice he practically all but whined.

Jesus this guy would be the death of him.

"Enzo please.... we need to--Mmphh!!"

Pulling him closer by his wrists to his chest Enzo leaned in.

Smashing his lips onto the older vampires ,forcing his tongue into his mouth past the lips through his teeth and having a good taste for himself.Kissing Damon wasn't enough for Enzo he wanted to devour him. Bite into him and drink his blood, cut him open and live in his skin and become one and whole. He had been holding back for so long , just a few pecks weren't enough to get him by. He wanted- no needed more! anything and everything this man had to offer.

Watch that gilbert girl hang onto his arm, kiss him, have him had set his fucking heart on fire and when she had broken up with him he had felt nothing short of relief even if he had felt a bit remorseful for Damons pained state of mind. He wasn't Damons enemy, he understood letting go people that you love even though they hurt you...hurts.

And now here he was, blushing and heart practically thumping out of his chest, opening his mouth further for him letting him have him how he wanted, all because Enzo had touched his hair, looked at him funny.

The Bitter sweet taste of burboun still on his tongue, the burning sensation of Enzos stubble, the heavy sound of their panting into each other's mouth with each kiss, the mingled smell of their sweat ,their cologne their arousal. All clouded Damon's mind and turned it into mush. And then he moaned. The filthy sound echoing out of him and bouncing off of the walls and pulling him out of his daze made him push back. What was he doing? But Enzo still chased after him, hungry, with his tongue.

"Enzo wait... i - hah!" Damon panted with a hoarse voice.

"What....what do you uhh ....do you not want me to?" Their mouths a hair breath apart, Enzo breathed onto his lips as he licked his own almost touching Damons.Both his wrists still in his hands and were held close under their chins. Their foreheads resting onto each other's Their noses smushed together The burning urge to kiss the other was barely concealed.

" N-no i do but- " This isn't fair to you.

" So whats stopping?" Fuck just kiss me already then.

" you shouldn't" You deserve better, you deserve a lot better.

"why not ?" That don't matter, never cared about that, never will, not if it's you.

"you really shouldn't" I always end up hurting people! All i do is hurt people! I don't wanna hurt you , not anymore.

"But i want to " I'd die if i don't!

" i am not worth it " I am never worth it. i am not worth you.

"you are to me" Oh Darling! if only you looked at yourself through me.

"Enzo i am a dead end !" Why don't you get it!

" Then I'll carve the fuckin road ahead!" Why won't you get it!

"....." Ti Amo....

"....." I love you....

A single tear trickled down Damons face as he closed whatever distance was left between their lips. He has let people down he has let countless people down who dared show a shred of care towards him but not this time. Enzo was too trusting too stubborn too hell bent on loving him even if he don't love him back.

This thing between them had been hanging for far too long right back from those cages but it was still so new and fragile to him. And to hell if Damon wasn't going to give every single part of his pathetic little self to safeguard it and make it work. He can't let Enzo down, not anymore. He was giving him yet another chance and this time....he was going to be worth his while. He will be enough.

They pulled back at the same time and stood panting into each other's mouth. Enzo let go of Damons hands which he enclosed around his neck. The fingers dancing in his hair. Enzo held him by his waist, drawing him in.

" We are gonna be awfully late" Enzo Huffed.

" Oh now you are worried about the time?" Damon scoffed back.

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Left But Never Forgotten

Upon the Mikaelson's return to New Orleans, they each had their worries. Klaus was focused on his pregnant werewolf and the deep rooted need to be a king. Rebekah desperately wanted her past lover, Marcel back but also felt the need to protect her niece to be. Elijah was supposed to be concentrating on his brother and Hayley as they expected their child, or the mess that the divided factions of supernaturals in New Orleans was but instead, he was thinking of her.

Y/N.

He hadn't seen her since leaving New Orleans a hundred years ago. She and Marcel had been presumed dead, nothing had prepared him for seeing her face again.

Feeling her palm cup his cheek and her thumb stroking the prickle of stubble left on his skin. She was so similar and yet so different to the last time. Before she had been a princess, now she was a Queen.

Even when the Mikaelson's moved into the abattoir and his room was just beside hers, she still felt too far away.

Elijah felt as if he were just watching her life go by without him, it made him sick. He lacked the usual hunger of a vampire, the need to kill or hurt. He lost his passion to protect and guide.

He just wanted her.

Everyone knew that, except her.

Nobody understood the pain she and Marcel went through. They waited day in and day out for their family to come home, to tell them that it was okay and that Mikael wouldn't torture them again, that their nightmares weren't real and they were safe. They rebuilt the city brick by brick, cleaning away the ashes left behind but they still didn't come back. So they moved on. They worked together and they got stronger and they earned their power and their places and then they finally came back and just took it from them like it was nothing.

And Elijah had barely said five words to her.

He just stared, but whenever his lips parted no words would leave him. Elijah didn't realise she took that as something else. But for Y/N, she had been hoping to hear his voice for a century, crying for him in her sleep and now he was here and she felt like he didn't even care enough to talk to her.

She could have thought he didn't care at all if it weren't for the way he looked at her. The look of love in those deep eyes of his. That same look she used to see each morning and night.

Y/N wanted him to know that she still wanted him to look at her like that, she still wanted him like that.

So she tried to show him. A lingering touch hear or there, just on his arm or his shoulder. Or she'd bring him a cup of tea the way he used to like it, ask him about the literature he was reading most currently but he could barely get five words out.

So she tried not to focus on words, instead she gave him a kiss and hoped it was enough. It was.

Elijah hadn't exactly been expecting her to suddenly grab his face and push her lips against his but most definitely wasn't complaining.

Both hands lifted and cupped her face like all those times years ago, kissing her deeply like he'd craved to for so long. He needed her hands in his hair, to ruin the perfect facade he'd been wearing.

His tie was clutched into her palm and tugged gently, leading him with her to his room. He followed her mindlessly onto his bed, crawling over her and keeping his tongue with hers.

The desperation was so strong.

Elijah could feel the fabric of his tie slip from his neck. The buttons on his shirt slowly revealing more and more of his chest, he wanted to rip the clothes from her body but he couldn't stop holding her beautiful face.

It was when his belt was unclasped that he finally pulled away, looking down at her with lust blown pupils. His eyes swirled with that darkness that she enjoyed, her fingers traced the veins beneath his eyes before her thumb slid over his fang.

"I really missed you." She confessed to him and he softened, his hands finally dropping to her hips to pull her close.

"I missed you too, every day." He uttered, eyes flicking between both of hers.

"But you never came back..." She whispered and he looked down.

"I thought you were gone...I saw you, you looked...you didn't look alive. I couldn't bare coming back to the place that did that to you. I couldn't stand the memory of your body strung up like that." He told her shakily, his hands desperate to keep her with him this time.

"Marcel and I had to rip ourselves free of those nails, Elijah. I could hear you, you would have ran whether I was alive or not-"

"Don't you ever think that." He whispered, his hold tight now, both arms round her waist and her body in his lap. "I would never knowingly leave you for dead." He promised.

Her body rest against him, her face against his broad chest and warming his cold skin.

"I love you, Y/N. I loved you from the second I laid eyes on you." He murmured, lips kissing her shoulder gently after. "You mean more to me than anything. You're family."

"Don't lie to me, Elijah. I know I'll never be your family, I don't think anybody can truly become a Mikaelson. Hayley's the closest anyone can get and that's because she had Klaus's baby and we both know I can't give you a child." She practically whimpered.

Elijah just looked at her for a short while, guilt in his gaze. He could remember when she was human, when she didn't yet know he was vampire. She wanted them to have three children, when she found out he couldn't she thought maybe there could be a spell, there was still hope. However when she turned too, she knew that it was a useless thought and gave up altogether.

They had considered adoption but Y/N worried that if the child wasn't biologically a Mikaelson that they wouldn't truly love or protect the child. Not any of the Mikaelsons.

Of course she'd never verbally expressed that fear but Elijah could tell. Knowing that Klaus could procreate and he couldn't was difficult for him, just like he knew it was difficult for Rebekah knowing her brother could have a baby but she also couldn't.

But seeing Y/N hurt by it too was an extra hit to his heart.

After all these years, he still dreamt of their family. He'd be a much better father than Mikael, and she'd be a much better mother than Esther.

"It's not you who can't give me a child, Y/N." He murmured. "It's me, my fault. You can't blame yourself, I turned you and I took that possibility away but it will not ever change how I feel for you. You are my family, I'd carry you with me for eternity."

It was just difficult to believe with how that family behaved towards outsiders.

"Okay." Y/N whispered, it was clear she was only relenting to try not form an argument and Elijah wanted to be more reassuring but he knew it would only escalate things.

His hand reached to touch hers, hold hers.

"Allow me to court you again." He murmured, wanting to show her their potential again but she laughed softly and shook her head.

"I don't want us back at square one. I want it to be how it was before." She told him, smiling softly. It warmed him.

"I'd like that." He nodded, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. "But I still want it to be special, I haven't been able to cherish you for so long now."

"I suppose I won't stop you from a gift or two." She teased and he hummed.

She looked back down at his bare chest and sighed, she'd missed this.

He pulled her back to his chest, coddling her to him and stroking her back lovingly.

The skin to skin wasn't something Elijah experienced often, he only allowed it when he truly loved someone. His mind and body craved it.

Y/N knew how deprived he was right from childhood. So, just like she used to, she pulled her shirt from her body and let the skin of her upper body lay against his.

"You know that I love you?" He whispered and she nodded.

"I just wish you'd talk to me more, I can't be with you if you can't even hold a normal conversation with me Elijah..."

"I know, my sweet. I was just so struck when I saw you and I feared that you could have moved on...with Marcel." He hesitated and she scoffed.

"Oh? And after he was making out with Rebekah? That didn't clue you in, no?" She teased and he looked down with an embarrassed smile.

"I was shy I suppose." He admitted and she smiled.

"You used to be shy all the time." She whispered, stroking his hand and leaning up to kiss the corner of his lips like she used to.

He leaned forward and leant his forehead against hers, a warm smile on his face.

"I'm so glad you're here."

"So am I."

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