Title: Eternity
Author: Ayumie und Lady_Dragoncrow
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Damon/Stefan
Word count: 4615
Warnings: Incest, slash and some violence and kinky scenes
Summary: Damon had promised his brother an 'eternity full of misery'. But will Damon be able to fulfill this promise or is the bond between him and Stefan too strong? They will meet again and again throughout time and places, experiencing good and bad times while challenging each other. Incest, slash, mature themes.
Notes: This the new story of my best friend Ayumie and me. We wrote it with different POV's, she wrote Stefan's side while I wrote Damon's side. In contrary to the other stories we have removed the markers for the change of POV, but if you think it would be easier to read (since sometimes a moment is rewritten from a different POV), then please leave a comment. Of course we are happy to receive a lot of reviews. :-)
This story is finished and quite long (maybe about 40 chapters?), it will show the changing relationship of Damon and Stefan until they meet once again in Mystic Falls at the start of season one. Since we began to write it before the books "Stefan's diaries: Origins" were published, so any similarities (and I don't think there are any) are pure coincidence.
Many thanks to my new beta reader Krystal (TVD-FFN-NIN here).
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
ETERNITY
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Chapter 1
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It had taken a good year for Damon to get more or less used to his new life. The constant hunger was difficult to handle, the vastly improved senses were an exhilarating compensations. Damon loved his new strength, the speed and agility. Nevertheless, he couldn't shake off some of his emotions, like anger, regret, and hate. He had meant to share this new existence with Katherine and now that wasn't possible. At least Emily had come clean about hiding Katherine in the tomb and told him that there was a way to get her out eventually. He would bide his time and in the meantime he had a brother to annoy.
In the first few weeks after their death they had stayed together, trying to get used to their new life. But soon Damon had gotten bored of staying in the countryside with his selfish brother. He had wanted to experience life in a big city, enjoying parties, concerts and balls. And he had wanted time for himself.
After several months he got used to his conflicting emotions. On the one hand he hated Stefan, but his old feelings resurfaced. Regardless of what had happened, he loved him. As a younger brother, as a friend, and sometimes even more than that. Therefore he returned to Mystic Falls to track his brother down.
xoXOXox
Stefan hadn't stayed in Mystic Falls – he hadn't moved that far away, either. He simply put enough distance between him and their hometown to not be recognized. Not that he went out much. The hunger was still strong and humans a constant temptation he preferred to avoid. Stefan didn't need a lot. The civil war was over and in many places the land was running wild, providing plenty of animals for him to feed on. The little cottage he had claimed for his own was reasonably well kept and his compulsion worked well enough to provide him with some small luxuries. He didn't miss company. Much.
When he returned one evening from the hunt, Stefan was surprised to see smoke rising from the chimney. Cautiously he drew closer, hope and dread rising in his chest. Not sure what to expect, he finally just opened the door.
"Damon."
xoXOXox
It hadn't been that hard to find Stefan. Damon had searched the woods of the neighboring towns and after a few days he'd recognized his brother's scent. But something wasn't right, Stefan smelled different. Not as strong and … just strange.
Damon couldn't explain it, but that didn't matter when he found a comfy little cabin with Stefan's scent all over it. His brother was out and so Damon made himself at home. He built a small fire, sat down in front of it and drank from a bottle of the finest scotch he'd brought with him, knowing that Stefan probably wouldn't have anything like this.
He looked forward to their meeting. Maybe they could just forget about the past and move on? There was so much to learn and see in this wide world and it would be great to do that together.
The door opened slowly and Stefan's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Hello, little brother. Missed me?" he drawled, smirking lazily.
xoXOXox
Stefan warily stepped inside. When they had parted, Damon had been angry with him. Now his brother seemed like a totally different person, aloof and confident in a way he hadn't been before. But then, he had changed as well, hadn't he? It was good to see his brother again, though, to see that he was alive and well. Stefan smiled.
"It has been a while. How did you find me?"
However, there was reason to worry. Damon was obviously well-fed and sooner or later he'd figure out what Stefan had been doing. But perhaps everything would be fine. Stefan sat down next to his brother, glancing at the bottle the latter was holding.
"Aren't you going to offer me a drink?"
Stefan didn't only smell different, he also acted strange: timid and cautious. Even more so than in his human days. Damon shrugged it off though, reasoning being on his own in the woods wasn't good for his brother.
xoXOXox
"Of course, where are my manners?"
He located the glasses and poured both of them some scotch.
"Cheers!"
They clinked their glasses.
xoXOXox
"How are you, Stefan? Let me tell you, Washington is great. So much nicer than this sorry little town. The balls and concerts are fantastic; there are big libraries and so many people arriving from all over Europe. There is so much going on and never a boring moment. I learned more and had more fun in those few months than ever before."
A little of the human Damon emerged, exited to share something with his brother.
xoXOXox
Stefan couldn't help but smile at his brother's enthusiasm. It looked like in spite of everything Damon was adjusting well to his new life – although that in itself was a bit worrying. Stefan accepted the glass and took a deep swig. The scotch burned pleasantly down his throat and gave him the courage to look at Damon.
"That does sound interesting. So you are well, Damon? You are not angry anymore? I know that I did a terrible thing to you. I was selfish..."
And he had missed Damon, had missed him terribly. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was still a chance to set things right between them.
xoXOXox
Damon swallowed another gulp of scotch. This was the big elephant in the room. He knew they had to talk about it.
"You were selfish, little brother, but I would have done the same in your place. I realized a lot in this last year and that's why I've come back."
Damon looked into Stefan's eyes, showing his seriousness.
"There is so much to learn and I want to do it with you, together, like in the old days, remember? When there was no … no girl," Damon faltered, unable to say her name.
"Wasn't it a great time when I taught you to play football, before I went to the army? We were so close. I miss that," Damon admitted huskily. He tried not to think about what else they had done back then. When Stefan had hit puberty, it had been Damon who explained things to him. Not only told him what was happening to him, but shown him how to pleasure himself to relieve the tension. Just thinking about those times made Damon hard again. He shifted in his seat.
xoXOXox
It was almost too good to be true. Damon wasn't angry any longer; in fact he wanted them to be together. If Stefan had had enough blood in his system, he would have flushed at his brother's last words. He wasn't quite sure what Damon meant to say, but his mind kept flashing back to warm summer nights and that husky voice urging him to pleasure. But they never talked about that.
Stefan quickly looked at his feet. There was also the matter of his still precarious control.
"I ... I would like that, Damon. But my control isn't good. That's why I've been staying here – I'm afraid that if I go among people, I will hurt somebody."
xoXOXox
"Ah brother, that's no problem. Sometimes it happens to me, too." Damon said magnanimously.
"The trick is to not stay in one place for too long. And after some time you get better at controlling yourself. Of course if you stay here in the woods, it's going to be difficult getting used to the hunger, since there are no humans around, right? And you haven't been feeding enough, that's obvious."
It never occurred to Damon that anything else might be going on with Stefan.
"So can I stay here for now? You wouldn't mind sharing your bed with me?"
Damon knew what he wanted, what he had been wanting since those times in the summer. His desire for his brother had grown exponentially. Back then, he had been horrified at these thoughts and decided that he should go away to resist this sinful wishes. That had been one of the reasons why he had joined the army. But now everything was different.
xoXOXox
Again, Stefan wasn't quite sure what was being said. His stunned mind was probably seeing hidden meanings where there weren't any. Damon was watching him, though. Watching him as if he was waiting for something, for some sort of reaction. Trying to regain his footing, Stefan smiled.
"I don't mind having you here."
He decided to let the question of his diet rest for the moment. It didn't really concern Damon anyway. Stefan leaned back, getting comfortable.
"So you have been alone? You haven't met anyone?"
xoXOXox
For now Damon wouldn't talk about the intimate things they had never discussed as humans. In the year apart he had tried a lot of new things. He would teach Stefan all of it in due time.
"Of course I met a lot of people. Mostly I mingled with bohemians, you know, musicians, painters, writers, actors and the like. Especially people our dear deceased father couldn't stand. They are open-minded and you can actually talk to them. I didn't meet many vampires. I think that America is not as overrun as Europe."
He thought about his various encounters.
"The ones I did meet were mostly indifferent towards me, since I'm very young. They had interesting stories to tell, though. I learned a lot from one called André Lorraine. He taught me how to fight and some vampire lore. Our education in these things has been seriously lacking. He's been around for nearly two centuries. A good lover, of course."
Damon smiled suggestively, wanting to see how Stefan would take this.
xoXOXox
Stefan swallowed convulsively at that last bit of information, a wave of contradictory emotions rising in him. Surprise, embarrassment, anger were warring with each other and, most disconcertingly, lust. Suddenly the room seemed too small, too intimate. He wanted... He didn't know what he wanted.
Struggling to keep the change at bay, Stefan quickly averted his face. Strong emotions did that to him.
"It looks like I have been buried in the woods too long. I don't know anything about your life anymore..."
xoXOXox
Damon had to hide his smirk. His brother's reaction told him everything. Right now, Stefan might not understand what he wanted, but Damon had seen this kind of expression on many faces over the last months. It seemed as though he was truly irresistible.
"I will tell you all about it, brother, and then we will see the world together, right? That's what you wanted when you forced me to drink the blood, wasn't it?"
Damon couldn't help but tantalize Stefan. After all, it was fun to guilt-trip his brother. Putting down the scotch, he stood up and stripped of his coat and scarf, opening the buttons on the vest.
"I think we should retire, I'm quite tired after this journey."
Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt, keeping an eye on Stefan's reaction.
xoXOXox
Something was different. For the first time in his life, Stefan had the feeling that he really shouldn't be alone with his brother, that he should turn away as Damon started to undress even though they had been seeing each other naked for as long as he could remember. Belatedly, he managed to formulate an answer.
"Yes, certainly. Make yourself comfortable."
Stefan's eyes flicked from his brother's naked torso to the bed, which – while not exactly small – suddenly didn't seem big enough for the two of them. Again he hesitated, not quite sure what to do.
xoXOXox
This was going to be harder than Damon had expected. Trying his best to be patient, he invaded Stefan's space and reached for his shirts.
"Should I help you with this?" he asked while slowly opening the buttons one by one.
His brother seemed frozen and Damon took that as an invitation to continue. He bent down to whisper in his brother's ear, nearly caressing it with his lips.
"Do you remember when I taught you all about pleasure? Those hot summer nights when we sat by the lake together, naked under the moon? There is so much more to learn. Should I tell you all about it?"
xoXOXox
Stefan couldn't move as his brother drew closer. Clever fingers were pulling his shirt open, brushing his skin and making his breath stutter. As cool breath brushed his ear, a small sound escaped him. What was Damon doing? This wasn't supposed to happen.
He remembered. Of course, he remembered. Those nights still haunted his dreams, as much as what had followed with Katherine. Stefan had never expected to talk about it, though.
"Damon? What are you talking about? I don't ... we shouldn't be doing this. We ... we decided to stop."
xoXOXox
Sighing, Damon embraced his brother, pulling him against him.
"Can't you feel how much I've missed you, Stefan?"
He started to kiss his brother's neck, knowing that for vampires it was a highly erotic spot. Caressing it with his lips and sucking on the skin above the jugular, his hands crawled up Stefan's shirt, touching his back.
"We never talked about what happened back then, Stefan. We never really decided to stop. The only reason we did was because I went away to join the army. Do you understand that I did that just to save you from my desires? And when I came back, she was there and nothing else mattered."
xoXOXox
Leisurely seducing his brother with his touches and kisses, Damon pulled back to look his brother in his eyes. Then he bent his head, his lips hovering just a hair's breadth away from Stefan's, waiting.
No. Stefan wanted to shake his head in instinctive denial. Damon's mouth felt soft on his skin, making his stomach clench. There was no more denying his brother's intentions, though. It was obvious that Damon had given this some thought, was acting on a choice that was already made.
"We did. You did decide to stop. That's what you just said – you left so we'd have to stop. It's wrong, Damon. You saw it, then. Surely this, at least, hasn't changed. You are still my brother."
xoXOXox
Damon's mouth was so close, so tempting. They had never kissed. It would have meant taking things too far.
Damon didn't pull away, his mouth still lingering so close he could feel Stefan's body heat. Taking a deep breath, he assembled his thoughts. Why was his brother still so naïve and prudish? Well, at least the successful seduction would be all the sweeter.
"Don't you feel the connection between us? It was never really wrong, but as a human I was concerned with other people's morals. But don't you see it, those morals mean nothing to us now, we are beyond that. Human believes are meaningless, we are stronger, faster, we can see the world differently. For us vampires there are no such inhibitions."
xoXOXox
Damon hadn't stopped running his hands over his brother's body, pulling off the shirt and fondling that firm ass. Stefan had yet to shove him away.
Stefan shook his head. There was something wrong with that logic, there had to be. It was hard to think with those hands over his body. He jumped a bit as his brother cupped his ass, belatedly trying to free himself.
"No! No, that's not true. Some things are still wrong. Just because we are vampires doesn't mean that we can do anything we like. God, Damon, stop. Please, let's just ... let's just forget about this. We're brothers."
And maybe, if he kept repeating that, Stefan would be able to resist. He was quite obviously aroused, though, desperate to keep his hips away from Damon.
xoXOXox
"Yes, we are brothers, we always did what was best for each other. Except when you forced me to this existence! You couldn't live like this without me and now you want to deny me?"
Damon grew angry, forceful as he pressed himself against Stefan, pushing their groins together.
"Don't lie to me, brother, I can feel your real desire quite well."
Smirking he pulled back just to thrust against that clothed erection.
"This can't be wrong when it feels so right. As right as it felt for you when you gave me that girl's blood to finish the transition."
Damon knew that this was emotional blackmail, but he also knew that it would work.
xoXOXox
Stefan gave an anguished moan as Damon rubbed their groins together. It felt good, so good. His brother's grip was surprisingly strong, holding him in place. Everything Damon said was true. He was responsible – he hadn't been able to watch his brother die a second time.
Damon was guiding him towards the bed and Stefan was letting it happen, let himself be pushed down. He looked up at his brother, shivering slightly at the lust in those normally cool blue eyes. His voice was barely a whisper.
"What are you going to do?"
xoXOXox
Damon steered Stefan backwards to the bed. He felt victorious, knowing that Stefan was finally recognizing his own need for his older brother. He looked down to Stefan, liking the look of the disheveled hair and the dark eyes wide with desire.
"Don't worry, little brother, nothing that you don't want to do."
He sat down besides Stefan, running his hands over his own chest, putting on a bit of a show.
"We'll go slowly. But don't you want to touch me?"
He circled his nipples, throwing his head back with a moan.
xoXOXox
He couldn't tear his eyes from Damon's body. His brother had always been gorgeous. Stefan's hand reached out of its own accord, trailing curious fingers over that muscular chest. Damon shivered under his touch, moaning again as Stefan's thumb brushed his
nipple.
This much was familiar and Stefan found himself relaxing a bit. Damon's skin was warm to the touch, soft and silky. It was almost enough to make him forget the crippling guilt he felt whenever he thought about so many things these days. Licking suddenly dry lips, Stefan looked up.
"Tell me, then. Tell me what there is to learn."
xoXOXox
Damon's eyes were fixed on those wet lips. He bent down to him, impatiently seeking that tempting mouth. Damon used all of his experience to get to his brother. He nibbled on those lips, licking the underside and putting small kisses in the corner of Stefan's mouth. It didn't take long until his brother finally complied by opening his mouth a little bit. It was enough for Damon to conquer it with his tongue, after all those years tasting his brother for the first time. After a few hesitant touches Stefan countered with his tongue.
Finally Damon drew back. His brother's swollen lips and dazed look were speaking for themselves – Damon still got it. Smirking, he started to pull off their trousers, first Stefan's and then his.
"You are doing very well. Just follow my lead," he answered Stefan's question. "For now just touch me."
Damon stroked Stefan's neck, sliding his hands over those broad shoulders, back to his ass, up again to trace his stomach and chest.
xoXOXox
Kissing Damon was bliss. He had been so lonely this past year – all the people Stefan had ever known and loved were either dead or beyond his reach and he had wanted this so much for so long. He licked into his brother's mouth, tasting copper and sin. When Damon broke the kiss, he tried to follow.
Heat was pooling in Stefan's stomach and although some small part of him was still screaming at him to stop, to get away, it was getting easier to ignore. Thinking of all his nights with Katherine, he leaned forward and trailed small kisses down his brother's jaw and collarbone.
Instinctively seeking friction, Stefan moved against Damon. Everything felt more intense now that he was a vampire.
xoXOXox
"Very good, Stefan, keep doing that," Damon encouraged his brother. He pulled off his trousers, wanting to finally feel Stefan's cock, hard and heavy sliding against his own. Damon took both their erections in his hands.
"Look down, " he commanded. "Remember when I held you the first time, showed you how to pleasure yourself. Try it, Stefan, touch me like that."
He guided Stefan's hand to his cock. Then he began to stroke that smooth cock, mirroring his movements. Damon moaned quietly, wanting to let Stefan know that he was doing well.
"It has been such a long time since we were friends, little brother."
xoXOXox
Stefan threw his head back as his brother's hand closed around his cock. He made himself look down though, to really look at what was happening. It felt ... just like he remembered, only more so. He returned Damon's caresses with equal fervor, wanting to hear him moan again.
"Didn't ... didn't know that this was what you wanted. Thought you were just fooling around with me. Never thought we'd actually... So wrong..."
Suddenly acutely aware of the press of his fangs against his lower lip, Stefan turned his face into the pillow. Katherine had always fed on them when they had had sex...
xoXOXox
Damon caught the movement and he, too, remembered her actions. It was probably better to not repeat that right now, he thought.
"Don't worry, little brother, this is not about feeding, this is about the two of us."
He touched Stefan's face, caressing it to release the sudden tension. Looking deeply into those worried eyes, he slowly kissed his brother, scattering little kisses all over his face.
"There has always been this sexual tension, at least for me. Since you turned fourteen I've wanted you."
Slowly Damon started to kiss his way down Stefan's body. Wanting to taste his brother, he licked the leaking head and fondled the soft balls below.
xoXOXox
Stefan's eyes flew open as he felt his brother's tongue on his cock.
"Oh God, Damon!"
Swallowing a small cry, Stefan clenched his hands into the bedding to keep from reaching down and push himself into that warm mouth. He hadn't felt that kind of touch in over a year and this was Damon.
"Please, I ... I need..."
xoXOXox
Deciding that for now this would be enough of a lesson for his brother, Damon poured all of his skill into making Stefan feel good. Seeing Stefan's reaction, he moved further down to lick his balls. Relentlessly he continued to touch him everywhere, cataloging his brother's responses.
He knew it wouldn't take long now. Damon pulled Stefan's knees up, exposing his balls and hole. The he bent downwards run his tongue over that hidden spot, carefully pushing inside. The noises Stefan's made were breathtaking – not that Damon had to breathe – and he wanted to taste his brother's pleasure for the first time.
Replaying his tongue with one finger, Damon took his brother's cock deep into his mouth, swallowing it without choking.
xoXOXox
Damon's mouth was everywhere, his finger, too, sneaking to places Stefan hadn't really given much thought before. It felt good, though, so very good. His legs were falling open, wide, inviting his brother in.
Stefan groaned helplessly, back arching as that clever tongue pushed into him. It didn't hurt – in fact it sent sparks of pleasure up his spine. He didn't even think to protest. Stefan's senses were overloading and then that mouth was back on his cock, was taking him in all the way, and this time he did cry out.
He barely felt the finger that entered him, until it angled a bit, pushing in and out and making him fall apart. Stefan came hard, bringing up his hand to bite at his own wrist. After he had spilled his seed into that perfect mouth, he collapsed.
Finally Stefan managed to lift his head.
"You're – what do you want me to do?"
xoXOXox
What a loaded question. There wasn't anything that Damon didn't want Stefan to do to him. But maybe now was not the time. His brother's expression just screamed emotional turmoil as well as exhaustion. Again he wondered at how weak Stefan seemed.
"Just touch me like you did on those summer nights," he requested.
Stefan's hand was hesitant on his cock. He thrust into it, encouraging his brother. Leaning over, Damon once more captured those delicious lips, sucking on them, playing with the tongue inside that hot mouth, sharing the taste of Stefan's cum with him. To his dismay, it was over much too soon, but his brother had always had that effect on him.
"God, Stefan, I've missed this so much," Damon groaned huskily when finally his balls tightened and his seed shot into his brother's hands. After all, there was eternity to teach Stefan about the multiple ways of pleasure.
xoXOXox
Damon was moaning against his neck, thrusting into his hand like nothing had ever felt this good. Stefan could taste himself in their next kiss and it was enough to send a thrill of lust through his exhausted body.
When his brother came, he looked at his cum-stained fingers and experimentally brought them to his mouth. Stefan licked his hand clean.
Something made him smile at Damon afterwards, thinking that no matter how wrong it was, he at least had the right to look at his brother again. After what he had done, he hadn't been sure that was still the case. He was tired though.
xoXOXox
Damon's stomach clenched when he saw his brother tasting his cum. That was the most arousing sight he had ever seen. Except for when Stefan had been twisting around his fingers. But he was spent and tired and since Stefan certainly wasn't up for anything else right now, he decided to rest for the time being.
"Let's go to sleep. This was quite an eventful day," Damon whispered in his brother's ear, holding him close. He remembered their childhood, when he had always protected Stefan in stormy nights. Sated, he kissed his brother again, sharing their combined taste.
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To be continued