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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Vampire_Diaries_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Jeremy_Gilbert/Tyler_Lockwood, Elena_Gilbert/Jeremy_Gilbert, Elena
      Gilbert/Jeremy_Gilbert/Tyler_Lockwood, Elena_Gilbert/Tyler_Lockwood
  Character:
      Jeremy_Gilbert, Elena_Gilbert, Tyler_Lockwood
  Additional Tags:
      Cousin_Incest, Threesome, Threesome_-_F/M/M, Oral_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-11 Words: 4498
****** whether or not it's right ******
by unconventionaled
Summary
     Jeremy walks in on Tyler and Elena. He doesn't walk out.
It was just physical. Sexual. A release, a relief of tension and a way to blow
off the excess ire that accumulated beneath both of their skins. There was a
kind of violence to the encounters, a bouncing-off of walls and a tearing of
clothes. They managed never to hurt each other. Enough people filled that role
in their day-to-day lives. This could be held separate.
"Is anyone home?"
She shook her head. Had the answer been yes, they would have talked for a few
moments, exchanged pleasantries before going their separate ways. The ritual
was constructed mostly out of random happenstance, but they stuck to it whoever
came to the other's door. It gave them a kind of security. A structure they'd
built in a sea of uncertainty.
"Would you like to come in?"
He flashed her half a grin, stepped into the house. No sooner had she closed
the door than he had her up against it, pinning her to the wood with his hands
and the greater weight of his body, his lips on hers. Elena reached around to
grab the back of his neck with that same urgency, reciprocating the open-
mouthed fervor of the kiss. Her teeth came down on his lip as she pulled his
short hair and he growled. Lifting her off the ground as easily as if she
weighed nothing, he pushed back, invading her mouth with his lips, his tongue.
Devouring her. She locked her legs around his waist, pressing him to her and
rolling her hips in a way that made him growl. When he bit her neck, she hissed
with pleasure but threw him off of her, slipping back down to the ground, gaze
burning.
"You are not fucking me against the door."
He snorted, but he'd respect her wishes. "It wouldn't be the first time."
"My bedroom door. I'm not having Jer walk in on this."
He nodded his assent, because he had Matt and even if that wasn't quite a
sibling he still got where she was coming from. Apparently that was enough, as
Elena grabbed his hand and dragged him upstairs. They only stopped once, at the
top of the stairs, where he slid his hands up her shirt and she stuck her hands
in the back pockets of his jeans and ground against him hard. The noise he made
was something like snarl. He'd never have thought it before they started this,
but Elena in no way shied against the sexuality of a moment, pulling him along
whether he would or no. He could feel himself harden and willingly let her lead
him into her room.
This time, it was Elena's turn to press Tyler up against the door, using vamp
speed to slam it with his body, making the wood shake. He bent down to capture
her lips in another bruising kiss and she slid her hands beneath his shirt.
Short, blunt nails raked over his abdomen, and Elena smirked into the kiss as
he tensed at the pleasure of it. As she tangled her fingers in the hair at the
nape of his neck, his shirt lifted, her arms still wound in it. Tyler skimmed
his hands down Elena's sides, his thumbs brushing over the curves of her
breasts. When he slipped one knee between hers, she immediately took the
opportunity to press herself against it, as close as physically possible to
him.
A tearing sound rent the air as Elena mercilessly ripped Tyler's shirt in two,
baring his chest. He groaned, and now it was his turn to grip her hair as she
kissed down his exposed skin, biting and sucking wherever she pleased, the heat
of saliva rapidly cooling to circles of sensation. When Elena hit a
particularly sensitive spot on his abs, Tyler's hips jerked, pressing his
hardness into her through his jeans. She ran one hand across it and he made
another vocalization, shrugging the remains of his shirt off desperately as she
stood. He pressed Elena backwards even as he yanked on the hem of her shirt.
She stopped to remove the offending garment and Tyler sat on the edge of her
bed, rewarded when she came to straddle his lap, bare stomach pressed against
his, lace-trimmed bra scratching slightly against his skin.
They kissed only for a moment before he returned to her neck. Snaking his mouth
from the edge of her lips down her jawline, Tyler caught Elena's earlobe in his
teeth and tugged. She moaned, the pinch echoed by a clench deep inside her,
building the already fever-pitched lust even higher. Scratching at his back
while he trailed his mouth down towards her breasts, Elena was almost so
distracted she didn't hear the door open.
"Whoa."
She straightened up instantly, whipping her head to face the door but still
locked into Tyler's body. Standing in the gap between door and frame, Jeremy
stared first at one, then the other, as though he wasn't quite sure what he
ought to be more astonished by. Mostly, his gaze lingered on Elena, on the
expanse of bare skin only broken up by the back clasp of her bra and the way he
could just see the shadow of her breasts, the dip of her waist and her legs
fearlessly straddling Tyler's. He shouldn't be looking at her like this, they'd
been raised as siblings. She ought to be his sister, taboo. Certainly this
sight shouldn't be turning him on, shouldn't be painting pictures of her,
completely naked and arching, mouth open, temples beaded with sweat, as Tyler
thrust into her. Since he'd awoken his Hunter side or whatever, he'd had
difficulty seeing Elena as "sister" anymore, alienated not only by his
knowledge of her birth and her separate species but by his own new instincts.
Face flushed at being caught when she was sure no one was around, Elena didn't
notice Jer's gaze. Tyler, however, did. "Either way you have to close the
door."
"What?" Both cousins turned to look at him, confusion clear as day on their
faces.
"I don't care if you're in or out, but you're going to have to close the door,"
Tyler repeated, beginning to make slow circles on Elena's back. These kinds of
patterns were intended to arouse, rather than soothe, and she bit her lip in
spite of herself, unable to resist the sensation. Jeremy's mouth went dry.
"In?" He looked at Elena as he decided. This was her call. If she told him to
leave, he'd get out, go… take a cold shower. Maybe two.
She blinked. "I…" The man in the doorway wasn't a boy anymore, she realized.
Somewhere along the line, without her quite consenting to it, Jeremy had grown
up. He had a man's arms now, strong and capable, the torso of a man who worked
sliding down to hips of distinct maleness. She realized she was looking at him
as a man, not a boy, not a sibling, a man who made her shift her hips against
Tyler in a way she hadn't quite known she was doing. And he wasn't her brother.
"Fair's fair." She gestured between herself and Tyler. "You have to take your
own shirt off."
The uncertainty of the moment shattered with Elena's decision, punctuated by
the door thudding shut. Tyler's teeth reclaimed Elena's neck and she cried out,
surprised. She was still watching Jeremy. The breaking of taboo enthralled her,
the way he shrugged out of his white tank top, the kind he'd gotten so randomly
fond of. It fell to the ground like nothing, leaving him bare-chested. How had
she never before noticed the ripple of his muscles as he walked, the unexpected
'v' shape pointing down into his jeans? It was all too obvious now, and as he
got close enough to touch, Elena turned back to Tyler, yanking his face up to
hers and pouring all of the frustration she wasn't sure she should be feeling
into a searing kiss.
In response, Tyler's hands came around to grip her ass, pulling her closer just
as Jer's palms slid over her ribs, ghosting across the bottom of her covered
breasts and down across her stomach, playing at venturing below the line of her
jeans. Elena could feel his uncertainty but she still moaned at the combined
touch, sandwiched between the two with the hardness of Tyler's erection
pressing conspicuously into her even through both of their jeans. Jeremy's
teeth came down unexpectedly on her shoulder and she shuddered. He took the
same path downward that Tyler did, kissing and licking as his hands smoothed
over her stomach, dipping ever lower, closer to the place where she and Tyler
were pressed together.
Mouth still on Elena's, held in place by her soft fingers, Tyler reached out
blindly, letting her take control. She rose up over him just slightly, tongue
tangling pleasurably with his – he liked when she was assertive – as his hands
found the bared skin of Jeremy's hips. His one-time rival stiffened momentarily
at the touch, then relaxed into it, voicing his approval when Tyler rubbed his
half-hard cock. Hooking his fingers through the other boy's belt loops, Tyler
jerked quickly, forcing him to grind into Elena, who in turn drove into him,
making him thrust his hips up towards the heat he could feel even through her
jeans.
"Shit, Tyler!" The plane of Elena's back, broken only by her bra strap, pressed
against his chest, smooth and inviting and fuck he hadn't known Tyler was into
guys that way but given the way he'd touched him there was definitely something
going on there. He had no idea how this started but the way it was going made
him glad he hadn't followed his first instinct and simply escaped.
When Jeremy pressed into her and her only response was to become even wetter,
Elena gave up. She turned her head back over her shoulder, moving her hips in
slow circles so she rubbed against both Tyler and Jeremy, ostensibly giving
herself some relief but ultimately just increasing all of their frustration.
Since he wasn't getting the hint but her hands were too busy running across
Tyler's body, seeking the button of his jeans without her eyes to guide, Elena
hissed the direction. "Kiss me!" Almost immediately, Jer responded, letting her
guide the kiss, part his lips and deepen it as much as she could given the odd
angle.
At the same moment as she finally worked the button free, Jeremy deftly
unhooked her bra, letting it fall forwards over her arms and Tyler pressed her
backwards into his chest, leaning over her and taking the pebbled peak of one
nipple into his mouth. Elena cried out. There were hands all over, covering her
with touch, massaging one breast while Tyler sucked on the other, making
Elena's head spin.
She swung one leg off of Tyler's lap, turning around and standing up, breaking
the kiss but pulling Jeremy with her. He was taller than she, but not so much
so that she couldn't stand on her tiptoes a little, pull his head down to meet
hers and kiss him completely senseless with her hands in the waistband of his
jeans.
"Fuck, that's hot," Tyler muttered. He'd never thought of this thing with Elena
as a kind of forever, and so seeing her kissing Jeremy with such consuming
passion woke no jealousy in him, only fervent desire. The way Elena rubbed her
bare breasts against Jeremy's chest, stimulating herself, only solidified the
conclusion that he definitely liked to watch.
After a moment, she broke away with a pop, turning back to face him. Kneeling
in front of Tyler, she curled her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and
he lifted his hips so she could drag them down his legs. Freed from its prison,
his cock stood at attention, tenting his boxer-briefs and aching for
stimulation. Leaving him to kick off his jeans on his own (to Tyler's surprise,
Jeremy knelt down to take over where Elena left off) she pulled his boxers down
his legs, too. Tyler had learned not to argue with Elena, not because she would
punish him but simply because the sex was so much better when he didn't, and so
he just sat on the bed, totally bare, watching as she tucked a strand of hair
behind her ear, waiting for her to make the next move.
Both men temporarily stopped breathing when Elena licked Tyler's cock. She
swirled her tongue around the head of it, lightly caressing the shaft as she
did so. Tyler fisted his hands in the blankets on her bed. Her tongue twisted,
silky and sinuous around his dick and he groaned appreciatively. Sparks
shuddered in him as Elena teased him for a few more moments before she sunk
down, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could.
Jeremy swallowed harshly at the sight of Tyler's stiff cock vanishing into
Elena's mouth. Her lips closed around it and he could see her tongue and throat
working in concert to bring him off. His own hardness seemed to get impossibly
worse, impossibly more so, watching the girl who had once been his sister suck
Tyler off with one of his hands pulling on her hair, eyes closed. He couldn't
stop watching them, listening to Tyler's groans and the faint humming in the
back of Elena's throat that he knew had to feel indescribably good. Slowly, he
sank to his knees behind her. Close up he could see that one of Elena's hands
was stroking the bottom of Tyler's shaft while the other cradled his balls,
massaging them as he tried to keep from thrusting into her mouth. Protective
ire flared in Jeremy's chest. If he thought Tyler was doing something wrong, he
would more than happily separate them. For the moment, he sought to simply keep
his presence known.
Where a moment before she'd been untouched, Jeremy cupped Elena's breasts, one
in each hand. A noise somewhere between a squeak of surprise and a moan came
from her mouth, answered by Tyler's grunt at the change in vibration. As she
dipped as low as she could on Tyler's cock, relaxing her throat to take him in
entirely, Jeremy teased her breasts, caressing them, rolling the nipples
between his thumb and forefinger.
Despite what Tyler seemed to think, he couldn't hurt her, wouldn't hurt her if
he let go, and she silently thanked Jeremy for his attentions to her body. From
his wide eyes as he stared down at her and the increasingly less managed jerks
of his hips, his control was fast slipping. Elena liked to watch that moment of
undoing. This was all about the release and she wouldn't mind if he fucked her
mouth hard and fast and desperately.
She gasped when Jeremy unbuttoned her jeans and reached inside them.
Momentarily uncontrolled, her teeth lightly scraped the underside of Tyler's
cock and he bucked hard into her mouth, her throat squeezing the head. He
didn't quite track what he was saying anymore but it was something along the
lines of "Fuck, Elena." The motion of her head, mouth curled around Tyler was
only intensified by the beginnings of her own hips rolling. Jeremy's hand
disappeared entirely into her jeans, and he stroked her experimentally through
her panties, just enough to make her fuck Tyler deeper, more desperately as he
finally gave in, using his hands in her hair for leverage.
He came hard in Elena's mouth, back arching, pulling without meaning to on her
hair. Thick liquid pooled in the back of her throat and she slowly pulled back,
swallowing before she gave one last lick to Tyler's slit, completely cleaning
him off. At some point in Tyler's orgasm, Jeremy had tensed, capturing her in
his arms so that she rubbed against the bulge of his cock and his palm was
pressed against her clit. Looking back at him, Elena rocked experimentally.
Though he could have watched Elena getting herself off on his hands forever,
watched the way her eyes closed as she ground her clit against his palm, she
looked over her shoulder at him. The right corner of her mouth had a line on it
where some of Tyler's come had spilled, trailing white down her face. He'd
marked her.
Growling with annoyance, Jeremy spun her, pulled her around between her legs
and kissed her roughly, his tongue swiping along the trail of come. He could
taste it on her, the saltiness of Tyler in her mouth as they kissed. Abruptly,
he scooped her up as if she weighed nothing and tossed her on her bed, ignoring
the brief irritated look she sent him. Jeremy's first motions for his belt
buckle had Elena sliding her unbuttoned jeans down her legs, shucking off her
panties. She flung them at Jeremy.
Abandoning his own efforts to undress, Jeremy caught Elena's underwear. He was
about to drop them to the floor, shrugging it off as just another moment, like
so many of the moments they'd had over the years where one teased the other
until he realized the full implications of it. He held the last vestiges of
Elena's coverings in his fingers. Jeremy was no fool; he knew Elena had had
sex. But this was entirely different. This time, she was bared for him.
Completely naked, waiting on a bed where he'd thrown her, Tyler's hand snaking
lazily across the inside of her thighs, spelling out nonsense with a touch that
made her tremble. And shit did it make her beautiful.
Snapping back into it, he crawled up on the bed to hover on all fours over
Elena. The accustomed frenzy had leeched away and she lay there, watching him
with big, dark eyes. Tyler's fingers wound across them both now, the rougher
touch of a man making Jeremy shiver. He rolled them suddenly so that Elena sat
astride him, the wet heat of her pussy separated from his erection by only a
thin layer of cloth. She began to rock against him, his hardness rubbing her
clit when she moved the right way. He jerked his hips upward uncontrollably,
his lust building almost unmanageably to the point where he had to lift her
away.
Tyler sat beside them now, and Elena was willing enough to go to him. He turned
her around and pulled her into his lap, she kneeling, he sitting. Elena leaned
down to drag Tyler into another kiss, her bare body flush against his, his
hands roaming her back and the curve of her ass. She kissed him deeply, the
barest taste of him still in her mouth. He sought it out, sucked on her tongue
and relished the taste of it, the whimpers as his fingers dipped into her
wetness.
Jeremy bit her shoulder to signal his rejoining of their little group and Elena
arched into Tyler's chest. The fingers in her pussy were soon replaced by
Jeremy's cock thrust between her thighs, gliding along her slit. Every time the
head nudged her clit, she whined. The contact was only superficial, slow and
steady, exactly the opposite of what she wanted. It stoked a fire already
consuming her, and with her nails digging white crescents into Tyler's
shoulders, Elena hissed out a command. "Fuck me."
No sooner had she got the words out than Jeremy plunged into her. At this half-
upright angle she was impossibly tight, muscles of her cunt straining to keep
him within her even as he withdrew his cock and thrust again. He kept up a
punishing pace, his cock striking a place deep within her that made her cry
out, sending a solar flare through her body with each stroke. One of Jeremy's
hands pulled her hair, the other was on her hip while Tyler teased the buds of
her nipples with his mouth, circling her clit in a way that made her buck
against his hand more than once. She could feel her orgasm fast approaching,
her body trembling, fingers digging into Tyler's back as Jeremy pounded her
into his hand.
Elena cried out as she came, every bit of her tensing, pussy clenching around
Jeremy even as he continued to fuck her, her body pressed in between the
solidness of Jer and Tyler, who continued to rub her clit as she orgasmed, head
exploding outward from her center. It seemed to last forever, the sensation
almost too much towards the end. Tyler's dick, half hard again, pressed into
her stomach, and Elena was seized with the sudden desire to fuck him senseless,
to drive the three of them out of their minds. She reached out to run her fist
up Tyler's shaft, feeling him harden in her hands, rolling her hips backwards
against Jeremy's and pulling Tyler into them.
She slid his cock between her legs at the place where she and Jeremy were
joined. The opposing thrusts, the way she was utterly pinned and her current
sensitivity threw Elena headlong into a second orgasm, shaking and moaning. At
the second pulsing around his cock, Jeremy buried himself to the hilt, pulling
Elena back into his chest as he came. Her ass, her shoulders, every bit of her
pressed into him as he shot off inside her, filling her with his essence. He
kissed her down her neck and shoulders until Elena twisted, catching his lips
in a searing lock that ended far too soon.
The moment Jeremy slid out of her, Elena pushed Tyler backwards so that he lay
with his head almost at the foot of her bed. She groaned as she impaled herself
on his dick, the return of fullness to her cunt fighting off the satiation that
threatened to creep in, leaving only more need and her utter sensitivity after
two consecutive orgasms. When Tyler tried to touch her, she leaned forward and
pinned his hands to the bedspread, riding his dick so completely that several
times it almost slipped out of her, hot and slick with both her juices and
Jeremy's combined.
While she had Tyler pinned, Jeremy cupped his balls, running the pad of his
thumb across them every time Elena sank down so that Tyler, even as immobilized
as he was, canted his hips up into hers, seeking deeper relief than the already
intense sensation she offered. Without any added clitoral stimulation, just by
the friction of Tyler's skin on her but primarily in her, Elena came a third
time. The rhythm of her fucking lost any rhyme or reason, morphing into the
purely animal and sensational as she came, eyes closed, mind blank, collapsing
onto Tyler's chest.
Pulling out, Tyler turned Elena so she lay on her side, Jeremy coming to lie in
front of her. He ran his fingers across the curve of her hip and she smirked at
him, shame entirely dissipated. Tyler's cock pressed into her ass and Elena
pressed back against it, swirling her hips in slow circles. He sucked in a
breath. "Can I?"
"Do it."
Tyler slid his dick back into Elena, the changed position tightening her. He
thrust hard, but with less speed. On their sides it was more difficult to get
as much momentum. Jeremy leaned in to kiss her. Her little hums of
satisfaction, almost lost in Tyler's groans, echoed down his throat, drove him
to bite her lip so she gasped. She lay flush with Tyler's body as he fucked
her, every thrust making her shudder.
Jeremy was no help in the effort for Elena to maintain her composure. His hands
wandered, stroking her breasts, her belly, her arms, her thighs as he kissed
her, occasionally deviating to her neck, sucking a bruise that made her cry out
and tense in pleasure, even though it faded moments later. She gave as good as
she got, her nails skimming down Jeremy's chest, caressing his abdomen,
grabbing his hair or his ass to pull him closer. The three of them tangled
inextricably, beads of sweat decorating their skin and eyes fluttering first
open then closed.
When Tyler shuddered with impending orgasm, body stiffening, Jeremy slid his
hand between Elena's legs. She shot him a quizzical look quickly replaced by a
sharp inhalation as he guided Tyler to pull out of her completely. His hips
jerked meaninglessly, shaft still caught between Elena's thighs with Jeremy's
thumb flicking over the head of his cock. The doubled stimulation was too much
and Tyler bit down on Elena's shoulder as warmth flooded him and his hips drove
forward a final time when he came.
Fluid shot out in thin lines all across Jeremy's stomach, the stickiness of
Tyler's come coating him without containment or restraint. Spent, Tyler rolled
to the side, releasing his grip on Elena, whose breath was also unsteady,
contentment running through her like a paralytic. All tension and frustration
had drained away. She caught sight of Tyler's essence on Jeremy and pressed a
quick kiss to his lips, scooting down his chest until her face was level with
his stomach. In long, languid licks, she cleaned him off. Jeremy fisted his
hands in Elena's hair as the heat of her mouth caressed him, a tenderness that
made his stomach clench.
The second she finished, looking up into his face, he dragged her back up so
she lay level with them. Ignoring Tyler for a moment, Jeremy rolled atop her
and claimed her mouth with his, kissing her until the taste of Tyler was gone
and he could only taste Elena. She pushed him off, laughing. Twisting to face
Tyler, she kissed him too, before flopping back on her blankets between them.
It didn't matter that they were backwards on her bed, feet at the pillows.
Delicate contentment fizzled through her veins, paired with utter satiation
that echoed off all three of them.
Only Jeremy still bore marks of the encounter, those on Tyler and Elena fading
almost as fast as they were created. He didn't care though, drawing Elena's
smaller frame into his until they curled together as if they'd always been
meant to lay thus, with his hand on her waist and the rise and fall of her
breath matching his own. She beckoned Tyler closer until her head lay on his
arm, nestling into his chest and a network of hands encased her. Each pair of
legs tangled so indiscriminately with the others that they might well be a
Hydra, a monster of three heads and only one body. Sandwiched between Tyler and
Jeremy, Elena sighed heavily. Exhaustion crept over her, and though she knew
that in a few hours, they would have to talk, Tyler would have to leave, life
would have to go on as it always did, for the moment she was safe and the
tension had been leeched completely out of her. Elena surrendered to rest. It
was just physical. Sexual. If at the moment she felt emotionally protected too,
that was pure luck.
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