Never Let Me Go

Author's Note: This is set in Season Three obviously somewhere in between the time when Damon's out looking for Stefan when Stefan kills Andie and before Stefan comes back to Mystic Falls. Make sure to review and tell me what you think!

Warning: Violence, swearing, incest, slash, dark.

Damon's POV

"Finally you're awake, I was starting to think you would never wake up," a familiar voice broke through the thick foggy feeling surrounding my head. My head jerked up and I forced my eyes open to meet those familiar oak green eyes.

"Stefan," I breathed out, a shot of pain raced through my chest and I looked down to find myself chained to a chair, three large stakes protruding from my stomach.

"Safety precaution, and a bit of fun," Stefan announced when he saw me look, giving me an easy going smile.

"Stefan...what the hell. Let me go," I mumbled, sheer exhaustion running through me as I struggled against the chains holding me.

"No can do friend," a new voice cut in and I struggled to lift my head again to see Klaus, sitting in the corner of wherever I was.

"What's going on?" I asked struggling against the chains, rocking the chair with renewed energy at the prospect of being in the same room with not only my ripper brother but Klaus.

"You've been following me Damon, even after my little warning with your plaything Andie," Stefan answered, walking slowly around the chair I was trapped in. I rolled my eyes at his efforts to sound intimidating.

"Guess we haven't made it clear enough?" Klaus pondered with a smirk.

"So what? You're going to torture me? See if I'll give up then? Let me save you the trouble, I won't," I snarled with force.

Stefan's easy going smile vanished and he gripped the arms of my chair and leaned in close. "Why are you so determined to save me Damon? You have what you want, Elena's all yours. I'm even giving you my blessing, fuck her till she screams your name Damon! Just leave me alone!" Stefan yelled in my face, spit flying everywhere. I stared back defiantly, refusing to answer.

"Maybe he doesn't want her," Klaus started out slowly, a grin sliding across his face sending fear down my spine. "Maybe he wants something else," Klaus stood up slowly, the look in his eyes, so self-satisfied made me feel uneasy.

Klaus leaned in close to Stefan and whispered something inaudible in his ear. I strained to hear them but I couldn't and I watched as a grin ripped across Stefan's face, his eyes lighting up in excitement.

Klaus smiled at me and went to sit back down in the corner while Stefan move towards me and kneeled down in front of me.

"You know, secrets don't make friends Stefan," I snapped glaring at my brother.

"Good thing we already such good friends," he murmured, placing both hands on my knees, staring at me.

"How could I never notice Damon?" Stefan asked me softly, his eyes dancing with mischief. I decided to play along.

"Notice what Stefan?"
Stefan smiled like this was the best game he'd ever played. "You're in love with me," those five words so simple yet as each hit me I felt as if I had been rammed by a truck. Their very truth in the air made me struggle again, desperate to get away. Those feelings I had been denying for so long.

It had all started with Katherine. Those nights when she drew us both into her bed with false comfort, whispered words that brothers should be close. I shouldn't have enjoyed it as much as I had. I had always known Stefan had been compelled into doing it and I hadn't. I wasn't supposed to like it as much as I did then. I tried not to. But...

"It's okay Damon," Stefan crooned reaching forward to brush something off my face. When he pulled away I realized it was a tear.

I struggled against my restraints again, fear and humiliation setting in. I couldn't believe this was happening. How could this be happening? And why in front of Klaus?
"It's okay big brother, nothing to be ashamed of. So you want to fuck me, feel my tight hole around your thick cock. So you want to touch every single inch of me. It's alright Damon, no one's judging here," Stefan purred, his fingers wrapping around my legs and god be damned he rested his chin on the chair, in between my legs.

He smiled up at me so innocently as I felt his breath on the growing bulge in my jeans.

"Stefan," I groaned, throwing my head back, letting it bang against the back of the chair. Stefan just smiled up at me and I closed my eyes for a second, trying to will this all away when suddenly I shot up, my breath hitching.

I looked down to find Stefan nuzzling my crotch, his face buried between my legs. Heat pooled in my stomach and I grew impossible hard as I moaned out loud not able to control myself.

"Fuck, Stefan, Stefan," I whimpered, closing my eyes as I strained against the restraints, trying to buck my hips up to get some friction.

"You love me here Damon, in between your legs. It's like a dream come true for you, isn't it?" Stefan asked biting playfully at the insides of my thighs. "Admit it," he hissed biting harder now, getting his teeth through the denim until he successfully sunk his fangs inside of me.

It only made me hornier. I gasped out loud, eyes rolling back in my head. "Yeah, fuck Stef, I like you there. Fuck, don't stop," I groaned, all dignity lost. It didn't even matter now that Klaus was watching our every movement, it didn't matter I saw his hand moving across an impressive bulge in his jeans. Nothing mattered except Stefan.

Stefan lifted his head up, smiling, his mouth coated red by my blood. I growled and screamed, sudden primal lust coursing through me as I watched my blood drip down his chin. I wanted to lick it up so badly.

"God, you're obsessed with me, aren't you. Is that why you've been going after Elena, why you claim to love her? It was all to get to me, wasn't it? Seduce Elena, break us up, and then have me all to yourself? I've misjudged you Damon," Stefan crooned as he got up and sank back down onto my lap, hands circling around my neck, clasping there.

He rocked slowly and I groaned, letting my head fall forward and rest against his solid chest as I felt his ass rock onto my boner.

"Just when I get you figured out, when I finally see the whole picture of the puzzle you are, you add in a few more pieces and expect me to find where they fit in. Oh Damon," Stefan murmured rocking faster as he lifted my chin up, to look up at him.

"Stefan," I whispered, tears pooling in my eyes as I watched his mouth descend downwards, close to mine now. I'd been waiting for this so long, dying for this. Dying for Stefan.

He crashed our lips together, non to gently, our teeth bumping together in the fast and hungry kiss. A twinge of disappointment twitched in me. I had wanted something slow, gentle, passionate. Not this all consuming, hungry, messy kiss like I was nothing more then a prostitute he had picked up on the street.

I tried to push him back with my mouth but he kept going, pushing his tongue in my mouth. It plundered through my mouth like it was trying to hurt me and I bit down on it sharply, suddenly angry at him for ruining this for me.

This wasn't the Stefan I wanted to kiss. I didn't want Ripper Stefan, I wanted My Stefan. Like he had read my mind he smiled down at me.
"This as close as you're getting to the real thing buddy," he whispered before attacking my mouth again.

I knew he was right, I would never have the Stefan I wanted. I might as well take what I could get. So I let him pillage my mouth, I let him sink his fingernails into my neck as he fucked my mouth with his tongue. I let him gaze down at me with those cruel eyes, whispering dirty things into my ear.

"Stop playing Stefan, fuck him already," Klaus broke through and I turned to look at him. I had forgotten he was here. He winked at me and I felt disgusted. What was I doing? Why was I playing along with their game?

"Damon," Stefan purred and I looked up to see my very naked brother in front of me, smirking down at me.

Oh, yeah, that's why.

I was overcome with lust again, struggled against the chains, panting in need for him. His perfect skin, those beautiful curves, I wanted all of him so badly I could taste it, I could hear it. Stefan was everything at that moment, hell he was everything every moment.

Stefan reached down and pulled the chains off my chair. I was on my feet in seconds, crowding him against the nearest wall, running my hands over him. He chuckled and pulled the wooden stakes out of me, making me gasp in pain for a second.

"Damon," Stefan murmured softly in my ear before ripping off my clothes in hurried motions. He pressed me against the wall I had put him against moments ago.

"Oh Damon, you sad, sad thing you," Stefan mumbled looking up at me as he hoisted me up against him. I tried to ignore his commentary as I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him thrust inside of me dry. I ignored the pain of his brutal fucking, I ignored Klaus's moans and groans in the corner of the room as he pleasured himself.

I just focused on those eyes, those beautiful eyes. Even when they were shimmering with malice and cruelty I still loved them.

"Stop trying to save me Damon," he whispered into my ear as he thrust into me.

"N-no," I mumbled, feeling like jello as he fucked me.

Stefan's eyes reflected anger and I screamed out as he dove down and bit into my neck hard, tearing my throat. "Why do you even bother? You know once you bring me back I'll go to Elena, I'll forget about you. I'll hate you again Damon. You know I could never love you if I was him again. But here, now, see this Damon," he took a hold of my cock and squeezed making me writhe against him, panting. "This is happening. Don't stop this Damon, don't try to save me."

I rested my head against his neck, laughing into his skin. "I'll save you because I love you," I announced, my chest tightening as I finally admitted it out loud. "Don't worry Stef, I'll save you," I whispered, kissing the shell of his ear.

" You're disgusting," Stefan snarled, eyes a light with rage as he pounded into my harshly, nails tearing at my skin. "You know I'm only fucking you right now because he compelled me to. You're fucking sick Damon, you freak," his voice dripping venom and he thrust into my again before coming violently in me, tearing at my neck again. He dropped me to the floor, naked, bleeding, covered in his spunk.

"We done here?" Klaus asked and Stefan nodded. "I'll go start the car, see ya Salvatore," Klaus said to me and left the room.

Stefan kneeled down next to me and I could hear the change in him. I could hear the ripper facade falling away as he started crying, his gentle sobs breaking my heart.

"I'm sorry," Stefan whispered over me, placing his hands gently against my shaking back. "God Damon, I'm sorry," he whispered and I felt tears drop down on me but I didn't turn and look. I didn't celebrate in joy that this apology meant my brother was still in there somewhere, that he hadn't completely turned off his emotions. I was too exhausted.

There was one more whispered apology before the door opened and shut and Stefan was gone.

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