Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries because if I did, I wouldn't be writing this.
I know, I know! Another slash fiction. I'm addicted. Enjoy or not?
Please read the authors note at the end!
"Would you shut-up!" I hissed at Stefan, his fingers wound tightly in the sheets of the bed, his head thrown back and his eyes shut tightly another groan escaping his lips
"I'll stop if you don't shut up." I hissed once again
"Sorry!" He gasped out.
I grinned up at him. Taking hold of his dick in my hand, instead of using my mouth I gently stroked him. My smirk pulling up tightly as I ran my free hand over his perfectly sculpted abs. The only light shining into our darkened dorm room was from the moon. I knew what set him off, what turned him on as I leaned over his body, keeping the movement of my hand, my mouth went to his lips.
"Tu ami la mia mano intorno al tuo cazzo." I whispered.
His hips instantly thrusting upwards. Removing a hand from the grip on the sheets, he started biting at his knuckles. His heavy breathing, panting into the dark room. His eyes closed so tightly I wouldn't be surprised if he were seeing stars.
"Devo portarti nella mia bocca e vi permetterà di sperma?" I whispered out into his ear, his body shaking with desire "Ti piacerebbe che non è vero? Stare a guardare mentre ingoiare il vostro carico?"
"Damon, please. I need it. Please." Stefan panted out
I halted my movement. My mouth moving, inches from his lips "What did I tell you about being quiet?" I tsk-ed at him
"You're teasing me." He cried out softly
"I know." I smirked down at him, leaning down I claimed his lips in a heated kiss.
Forcing myself to remove my mouth from his, I carried on southwards. Down his jaw, his neck, his collar bone. I ran my hands up and down his abs, using both hands. I kissed his skin of his chest. Biting gently on his nipple as my hand reached up to squeeze the other. Moving down faster, wanting to taste him again, wrap my lips around his dick. I claimed it with my mouth. Sucking him deep. Savouring the taste as my tongue lapped at him. My own erection straining against my pyjama bottoms. I forced myself to ignore and place all the pleasure into Stefan and it were surely working. Suddenly his back arched, sending his dick so far back into my mouth I thought I would gag. Pulling back a little so I could catch his release on my tongue. One hand wrapped tightly in the sheets the other hand, fisted in his mouth, biting his knuckles. He calmed down a little while after, his heavy pants as he relaxed into the mattress. Swallowing the remains of his orgasm I licked my lips and sat up on my knees. Grabbing hold of the hand he had in his mouth. I took the sheet up and put pressure on his knuckles.
"You hurt yourself." I shook my head, he'd bitten through the skin causing blood to trickle
over his knuckles.
"I don't feel it." Stefan breathed out.
"I don't care if you don't feel it."
"That was amazing. Did I make too much noise?" He asked shyly.
"No. You were good." Damon smirked up at him before laying a gentle kiss upon his lips.
The heavy footsteps on the marble flooring out in the corridor. Mr Gilbert always walked the dormitories floors. Curfew on weekdays was at nine o'clock at night and half past ten for the younger students but eleven for the older ones on the weekends. Hearing Mr Gilbert's shoes clack on the marble. Stefan tensed and froze, he always worried about getting into trouble, his uncle wouldn't approve of it and when he went back for summer break, he would of gotten a beaten from him. That disgusted me, when he had told me that, especially when he was excepted to get all A's in class he once received a B+ and his uncle wasn't pleased and beat him for it. I swore to myself that day that if I ever met that man, I'd beat him until he was black and blue. Thinking of it, I wrapped my arms around his body and held him close. Our yearly grades were approaching and summer break was near and I hoped that his grades were A's. I kissed his lips gently. He had a hold over me, he was my weakness, I was me around him. I was still Damon that everyone else knew but at the same time I was a different one that had scared me and I had fought it when I first realized.
The footsteps disappeared. I leaned back, looking intently at his face. "You should come with my family and I this summer. We're going to one of my father's holiday houses."
"I wouldn't be allowed." Stefan sighed "My uncle has me signed in for working with him"
"I wish you would come." I laid another kiss on his beautiful, swollen and red lips.
"I already have." He winked at me.
"Ooh, Mr Cartwright, Am I rubbing off on you?" I joked but I loved how Stefan could take a serious topic and switch it so easily.
"Not enough, in my opinion."
I started grinding my erection into his thigh. My breath hitching, my eyes sliding closed. I pulled my body off of his.
"Not tonight, Stefan." I kissed him gently once again.
"But it's the least I can do." He insisted.
"No, you need your sleep." I grabbed his hand and laced my fingers with his.
Staring at our joint hands in the moonlight. It didn't seem so wrong, what we had. It felt right, perfect indeed. I would miss him this summer of course but we would write to another like we had done the following years but letters didn't seem enough with the faintest trace of his cologne that wore off within minutes of opening.
"I really wish you would come with us this summer. My older brother, Elijah has scheduled for him and his wife to come visit with us for summer. That will leave me bored."
"Don't make me feel awful for not being able to go, Damon." Stefan was now angry, untangling his limbs from the sheets, he didn't meet my eyes."You know I would if I could."
I grabbed hold of his forearm. "I know. I'm sorry; I shouldn't of said that."
That was what he held over me. For any reason I did one thing wrong, angered, upset, irritated or disturbed him, I easily apologized and I couldn't rest until his forgiveness, he knew that too. Turning to me, he laid his hand on my cheek; pressing his forehead against mine.
"It's okay. You're forgiven." He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue tracing; tasting my bottom lip before he pulled back "Now get up so I can fix my bed and you open the window to air out the room. Mr Lockwood would be shocked with the smell when he opens the door to call us awake." Stefan grinned up at me.
"Oh shocked to a heart-attack." I smirked standing up "But then, we could bury him under the floor boards; dead and no-one would ever know we've been such sinners." I watched as his face fell.
I reached my hand up to his cheek, he flinched. I grabbed hold of his face and stared deeply into his green eyes "We aren't sinners."
"We are, what we do isn't natural. Everyone would be disgusted."
"Who are they to lay the rules of what is natural and what isn't?" I asked him; in a hard tone "It's as natural as man and woman." I grabbed his face in my hands again "We are human, it's natural." I kissed his lips again "Don't say things like that, it angers me." I shook my head, walking towards the window.
"I'm sorry, Damon." He whispered out.
Opening the window, I leaned my hands; palm down on the sill and stared out across the moonlit school grounds and up over the distant hills. I had to calm myself down before I could turn to Stefan; every time he said that what we did wasn't natural it sent a rage firing through me mixed with hurt and tonight I didn't want to have this argument with him. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, I pressed myself into him, enjoying the heat his body sent in waves towards mine. His lips found the spot under my ear as he repeatedly kissed me gently.
"Ready for bed?" He whispered out to me
"I suppose so, yes."
His hands ran over my stomach in a soothing motion that made my softening dick twitch in my pyjama trousers. I turned to face him, his arms moving from me. I pulled him over to his bed, pushing him onto his back. His eyes sparkled with excitement.
"No more tonight, Stefan." I smirked down at him. I straddled his waist and claimed his lips in the last kiss of tonight. Pulling back. I could feel Stefan growing an erection. I slid off of him quickly. "No more tonight." I repeated "Put your clothes back on." I laughed silently at him.
Grabbing my pyjama top, I slid my arms through the holes and buttoned it up before climbing into bed. Pulling the cold white sheet up over my body, I relaxed into the mattress, my eyes watching Stefan button up his own top and slid into his bed.
"Goodnight, Damon." He whispered out into the room.
My eyes sliding closed, tired now "Night, Stefan." I whispered back before falling into a peaceful sleep.
Translation:
Tu ami la mia mano intorno al tuo cazzo – You love my hands around your cock.
Devo portarti nella mia bocca e vi permetterà di sperma? - You want me to take you in my mouth so you can come?
Ti piacerebbe che non è vero? Stare a guardare mentre ingoiare il vostro carico? - Would you like that? Watching me as I swallow your load?
I'm not Italian so if the sentences are phrased wrong or I've used the wrong words, forgive me.
This is held in the past could be 1964, I don't know yet. I'm trying to write it in an older form but as I've never done that before, bear with me and the skills that should get better with each update!
Stefan's name is now: Stefan Cartwright. I got the name from "Stefan's Diaries: Origins." for the girl he was supposed to marry Rosalyn Cartwright.
Damon's parent's are Giuseppe Salvatore and THIS IS WHERE YOU COME IN READERS! I want YOU to think of Damon's mother's name, something old fashioned Italian or American, any!
Stefan's parents are dead and he lives with his uncle Zachary Cartwright (Zach Salvatore from the show!)
Huge A/N, I know, I just had to inform you.
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P.S. Sorry if I keep slipping into third person here, I'm used to writing in third person!