Hello hello. Fancy seeing you here? I got so caught up in JasperxEdward goodness that I forgot all about DamonxStefan. Tsk tsk… Well, here I am now, righting my wrongs! XD

If you don't like slash or incest, you may want to turn your butt around and go read something else. May I suggest my AlicexJasper fic? "Breathe"? Hmmmm?

Ah, now that I got that out of the way, ON WITH THE SALVATORE LOVING!

There was something in the way he looked at me that broke my resolve. I hated him. I HAD to hate him. Wasn't he trying to steal the love of my life? Wasn't he a cold blooded killer? Damon is lethal. He couldn't be trusted.

Still…

The way he looked at me with pure rage… I don't know, but I felt something. Something I shouldn't…

Lust.

But, Damon's my brother. It's impossible. Plus, there's no way he'd want me the same way. He's long and lean, dark and handsome. Me? I'm not… I've been told that I was attractive and sweet, but what does that hold? I'm nothing compared to Damon.

When I was younger, and before I was what I am today, I looked up to Damon. He was my personal hero. Hell, I still look up to him. He's so confident and sure of everything he does. And he's passionate. Damon loved Katherine with all his heart. Even when she hurt him and told him she never loved him, he was still so passionate. And stubborn. I wanted him to see the terrible things Katherine did to him, did to us. We used to be close, two peas in a pod. He was my best friend. We told each other everything. Now, I can only get part of the story, and that's only after a battle.

I hated Katherine. I still hate her. She stole the best thing in my life, and even when she's as good as gone, she still has a hold on him. When we were stuck in the tomb together, it was all I could not to rip her limb from limb. I would've done it, but I kept reminding myself that it would be no help to Damon if I was dead. I wouldn't die before telling him everything, how he IS my everything.

Don't get me wrong, I love Elena. She is my sunrise, my celestial body. I love her so much. But that doesn't mean I can't love my brother as well. Damon… He's something more dangerous. He's a crashing wave, a monsoon of sorts. He leaves a wake of destruction, but he is vital and fierce. I need his dominance in my life. Without him, I'm lost and out of balance.

I tread quietly in his room. I inhale deeply and all I can smell is Damon. He smells savory, like a mixture of herbs and musk. There's a dangerous edge, reminding me that everything about Damon is toxic. I taste his scent on my tongue and it is everything for me not to fall to my knees right there. Slowly, I walk to his bed, where his scent is especially concentrated. His soft sheets are tangled, his pillows awry. Damon never was one to make his bed in the morning. I sit at the edge of the bed and run my hands over the place where his head usually lies. I've dreamt of sleeping next to him, breathing him in, touching his body. My eyes close as I lose myself in my thoughts.

I don't know how long I stay like that, but I'm brought back to the real world when a hear a sharp intake of breath. My eyes dart to the door, where I see my brother looking at me with a mixture of confusion and suspicion.

"Why are you in my room?"

His voice is deep and sinuous. It's like a tiger running through a forest. I smile in response.

"I needed to be close to you."

Damon smirks and raises an eyebrow as he crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe.

"Why should I believe you? For all I know, you could've tainted my pillows with vervaine."

"Damon," I stood up slowly and reached out to him. "I would never do that to you. You mean too much to me."

He eyed my hand apprehensively.

"Again, why should I believe you?"

I walked to him until I was a few inches away from him. His breathing sped and he looked at me through wary eyes.

"This is why."

I grabbed his face with both hands and latched my mouth to his hungrily. I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth and ran my tongue over it. He tasted threatening. At first, he was shocked and unresponsive. Then, he surprised me by yanking me closer by my hips and pulling them flush against his. One hand wound around my waist while the other pulled my head back so his lips could travel to my neck. I should be afraid. He could rip my throat out before I could register the fact, but I couldn't bring myself to feel anything more than pure desire. His lips were soft as they left a trail of fire along my neck. He sucked at the tender skin there and soothed the pain with his tongue. My fingers braided themselves into his dark hair as his name left my lips. Damon ceased his mission on my neck and looked me in the eyes.

"Brother, I've wanted this since you were 15."

If I still had a beating heart, it would've stopped. I felt the familiar tightening around my eyes as my arousal grew. Damon's did the same, and the next thing I knew, I was lying on my back on his bed. My lips searched along his face until they found his mouth. Damon's hands traveled to my chest and started to unbutton my shirt. I shifted under him until I could do the same to his shirt. Our kiss broke long enough for us to discard the shirts and unbutton each other's pants. I was about to unzip his black jeans when his hands wrapped around my wrists.

"Stefan, we take this slow. I'll kiss you one more time, and that is it for tonight. I still don't trust you."

He dropped my hands and he cupped my chin and lightly brushed his lips against mine. I sighed as he pulled away. He stood up to rebutton his pants, but kept his shirt off.

"Damon, I won't try to do anything to you. I love you and want you. All of you."

He looked at me with conflicted eyes.

"I want you too, but you need to earn my trust. I'm not saying we won't go further. Just not tonight. I'm tired and need some whiskey."

With that, he left me alone, shirtless and flushed.

Sooooo? I can't really write smut… I'm sorry!

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