So I'm back! I didn't die or anything. When I originally wrote 'Happy Birthday Klaus' I had these other ideas like Damon's recovery, Klaus' past and how our boys got roped into it in the first place. So I decided to flesh out those ideas and put them on here as bonus scenes. See what you think.
Warnings - Sexy times...huhuhu Characters depicted here are not mine yadayadayada.
Bonus Chapter 1 - Stefan/Damon BJ. More fluffy than I planned but bah!
Stefan helped his brother into his bed with occasional grunts and groans from the older vampire. "Hopefully you've learnt your lesson this time not to tempt Originals? We only had to pretend to be compelled but you had to take it a step further and give him these wild ideas!"
"Calm down Stefan I'll be fine." Damon took his brother's hand and motioned for him to sit on the bed beside him. Klaus and Stefan at the same time was a lot to take, pushing his limits almost to breaking point. Even with blood it'll be some time before he's back to his perfect self.
But he couldn't let his brother know that. Not only would Stefan be worried; he'd be angry at Klaus, at Damon for letting it happen but mostly he would hate himself for being part of it. It would be another thing to add to his guilt.
"It was worth it to see the look on his face though." Damon smiled at the memory and Stefan brought a small smile of his own. "It was amazing Damon, so naughty, don't know how you managed to convince me to do that."
Stefan rubbed a hand on Damon's knee which was unfortunately covered by a sheet. "After you told me how good that night with the others was I couldn't stop thinking about it. And what a better way to form an allegiance?" Stefan ducked down for a quick peck.
"Only you could have come up with that; my sex god of a brother." Their kiss deepened; Stefan swept his tongue across Damon's bottom lip, the owner's tongue came out to meet it. The younger moaned into the kiss and moved to lay beside his brother, wrapping a possessive arm around his hip.
Stefan could feel himself growing hard against his brother. Damon always had this effect on him, it was rather embarrassing. His poor brother had been ravaged just hours ago and here he was wanting him again. Shame washed over Stefan, and he pulled away patting Damon's hip lightly.
"Sorry Damon; I got carried away." Against the voice screaming in his head Stefan sat up. "Rest now, I'll be ba—" Before he could finish he felt a hand pulling his hair, pulling him back towards the bed.
"You're not going anywhere, not until I'm finished with you." Damon purred. He pulled his little brother above him; aligning them perfectly.
"I don't know Damon." Stefan lifted himself up, looking down at his brother with worry in his eyes. Damon's eyes darkened and with a growl he ripped the sheet from between them and bucked up to let his brother feel his excitement.
The brothers released a simultaneous moan as their equally hard flesh met. Damon fell back to the mattress and let his legs fall open. "Take me brother. Remind me why I keep you around." The eldest sighed against his brother's open mouth.
"Damn it, Damon. You'll be the death of me." Stefan's breath caught as a hand wrapped around his hardness. Damon huffed out a short laugh, "I will kill you if you don't fuck me right now." Damon squeezed his brother just this side of comfortable.
Stefan groaned. "Fuuuuck Damon; the things that come out of your mouth." Their lips crashed together again. Stefan ran a hand across his brother's firm body, slowly trailing down his torso, past his straining hard cock to his entrance. As hot as his insides felt it didn't distract him enough to miss the grimace on his brother's face when that questing finger met his most intimate area.
Stefan knew Damon wouldn't let him go without addressing their arousals, no matter how tired or sore he actually was – his brother's pride was annoying sometimes. Now the challenge was: how was he going to get his brother off while avoiding penetrative sex without upsetting him?
Stefan started crawling down his body, kissing and licking the solid planes – worshipping every inch. He felt Damon's short nails graze across his back as he hummed softly.
"I appreciate the attention Stef but please? It doesn't hurt that much, really. I can do it!" The blue-eyed vampire mumbled angrily, outraged at being coddled like a baby.
"I know Damon but I want to taste you first. Please?" Stefan shot his brother his best puppy-eyes and slid his tongue slowly across the tip of his brother's cock.
"Hard to argue with that." Damon sighed. Relieved to have distracted his brother for the minute Stefan gripped the base of the cock before him and slowly ran his tongue along the underside of the thick pulsing shaft.
Damon's fists thumped against the bed and his fingers gripped the sheets. He resisted the urge the mindlessly thrust up into that slick mouth. "I'm never going to get over this brother; you haven't lost your touch."
Stefan lightly stroked his tongue against the slit, collecting the pre-come that had collected there. He placed a light kiss to the tip, "Well you know," kiss, "I learned from the best." Kiss. Blue eyes met green as he sucked him down whole.
Damon's fingers curled through his brother's hair and pulled as hard as he knew Stef could handle. We watched helplessly as Stef reached one of his hands to his own cock. Damon felt exhaustion weighing him down – his impending climax only made him realise how tired he really was, how much the last hours had drained him.
From this angle Stefan could obviously see his brother's entrance and was instantly glad he didn't adhere to Damon's wishes and just plough into him. The first thing he noticed where bruises; some yellowing some still purple, on the inside of his thighs. His hole was still red and slightly inflamed; reminding Stefan what his older brother had been through. He was horrified that even contemplated having sex so soon.
He wanted to please Damon and tire him out now to ensure he couldn't try to prove how strong he was.
With this thought in mind he doubled his efforts on Damon's cock; hollowing his cheeks and swallowing the flesh as deep as possible. He stroked over Damon's abdomen lightly in nonsensical patterns. Penetration wasn't an option so with his other hand he rubbed his brother's balls and perineum, his own erection – hanging hot and heavy between his thighs – forgotten.
Damon brought a hand up to join the one on his stomach to link his fingers with Stefan's. "Stef, I'm so close. I want to see you touch yourself. I want you to come with me." As he was talking he was pushing his brother's hand downwards.
He obliged; curling his hand around himself and stroking just the way he liked. He hummed against Damon, signalling that he was close. "Faster Stefan, faster." Damon cried out. Damon looked down at his brother; watching his head bob up and down, seeing those lips stretched thinly around him. It was enough; he came, shouting loudly and tightening his thighs around his brother's shoulders.
As soon as he tasted his brother's cum on his tongue Stefan came hard, covering his hand and the sheets below them. He swallowed everything his brother gave him, they'd done this so many times there wasn't a problem. As soon as he swallowed he was pulled up to meet his brother's lips in a fierce kiss; sharing breath, spit and cum.
"I love you little brother." Damon whispered against Stefan's hair. He sighed as his brother settled above him, wrapping his arms around his back and waist. Stefan silently accepted the embrace as he always has – he knows better than to tease his brother's need for physical contact.
Stefan nuzzled against his brother's strong chest and hummed in contentment. "I love you big brother. I love that you can fuck every man, woman and supernatural creature in the state and still come back to me." He knew in this post-coital state Damon wouldn't tease him too much about his emotions, so he got them in when he could. He kissed Damon's chest and lightly stroked the skin in front of his face.
Damon revelled in this side of his brother. Most of the time they acted nonchalant and tough – neither expressing how they truly feel. He hopes that someday soon they can overcome this, but for now its baby steps. He was glad to cement their bond again after last night's events; they both needed assurance and confirmation. Damon needed to know that he could always come back to his brother; he would always have a home. He guessed that Stefan wanted that too; to know that there's someone there for him, someone to love him and give that love back in return. Not that he could admit it but he wanted the love that Stefan would give him, craved it. To know that you're wanted – not just a bedmate – but as an actual person, that's what only Stefan can give him.
But he wasn't ready to expose himself that much yet, so he leant down for a quick kiss instead. "If you use those talents every time we meet I won't be going anywhere." He chuckled quietly and squeezed his brother.
They laid together quietly for a while; Damon felt Stefan finally melt and relax against him. He ran a hand up through Stefan's hair and let himself relax too – something he could only ever do in the younger vampire's presence.
Fading into darkness he whispered quietly to himself, "You're the only one for me Stefan, there's only you." With that final admission to himself he fell into a blissful sleep.
Stefan secretly smiled against his brother's chest, maybe Damon was finally ready to open up to him fully. Damon's chest stopped moving and Stefan followed him – as he always has and always will.