A/N; This story contains Damon/Stefan slash! Incest/vampcest/smut, whatever you want to call it. Don't like, don't read.

Stefan was crying, Damon could see it from the doorway to his attic bedroom. He wondered what it was that could have made him weep so. His un-beating heart clenched as he silently looked at his brother who was falling apart. Underneath his arrogant exterior Damon still loved his brother as if they were still human, although he would never admit it. If anyone were to see that they would be looking into his soul, or at least what he considered to be his soul.

Throughout his time in Mystic Falls he had thought about bearing his soul (if he even had one) to Elena many a time and at one point and he cared deeply for her but now, after everything that had happened, after watching her slowly rip Stefan apart, he knew that she wasn't the one.

Stefan was abruptly shaken out of his sad reverie when he felt his bed dip suddenly whilst a strong arm wrapped around his shoulders. He looked up to see the ice blue eyes of his brother. Except they weren't ice blue – there were so many hidden emotions in their depth that he wondered what Damon could possibly be thinking about.

'Tell me about it brother.' Damon's words were a soft mumble, barely loud enough for a human's ears but Stefan heard his words as clear as day. He thought back to their short-lived human years, before Katherine arrived and during the days when Damon was home from the civil war. Back then, Stefan had always needed someone to talk to and Damon was always there – he wasn't just his brother, he was his best friend. He would never admit this, especially in his 'ripper' state, but he was sure Damon knew.

He snuggled his face into his brother's chest and released all of his worries, just like he had been asked, and just as he would have back in the days when their hearts still beat. As Damon held him tighter he told him of how Klaus had made him turn his emotions off (Damon already knew about this) and his struggle to regain his humanity. Of how, even though he had managed to supress his ripper and hold onto his humanity he had to still pretend that he was the bad guy. The evil vampire that would pull apart your body for the fun of it and then try to fit you back together because of his guilt. Elena had split up with him, for good this time, and he had let it happen. He had needed it to happen. Deep down he had always known that they had no future together, he could have turned her into a vampire so they could be together forever but how was that fair for her? She was still a child compared to him. The blood lust would have been her undoing; the world didn't need another Katherine Peirce.

Damon listened to Stefan. He had always heard him but never actually listened. Now he could understand the anguish Stefan felt whenever he had brought up the topic, taunted him with it. He now regretted his actions – a rarity for Damon Salvatore. Salvatore as in saviour - he now realised his mistakes as a brother.

'I'm here for you Stef.' It was all that he needed to say. He was never good at expressing his emotions but he knew he had been understood. The words were an unspoken agreement between them. I'll always be here to look out for you brother. I'm sorry for my mistakes. Forever is a long time to hold a grudge.

In reply Stefan just sighed and buried his head in the crook of Damon's neck.

Damon's mobile suddenly rang and they both jumped in unison. They may be vampires but they were still able to be startled by such a trivial thing (although if anyone ever found out Damon would kill them).

Damon was loathe to remove his arm from Stefan as his phone was in his right jean pocket and it was that right arm that was holding Stefan closer to him. 'Are you going to answer that?' Stefan asked.

'Nope.' He replied, popping the 'p'. The call went unanswered.

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It was only when he woke up that Stefan realised he had fallen asleep. Opening his eyes he stared at the dark oak ceiling. Immediately the desire for blood rushed through him but he managed to suppress it, at least for the time being. He sighed and ran a hand down his face attempting to sit up, only to flop back onto the bed. Looking down he realised there was and arm holding him in place. Turning his head he saw that the limb belonged to Damon who was splayed out in his bed lying on his stomach. He watched as Damon blearily opened one eye. 'Hello, brother.' Stefan told him, much in the same way as Damon had originally said, back when he had confronted him in this very room after he recently returned to Mystic Falls.

Damon snickered, but decided to stay lying on his stomach. He may be a vampire but he was still a man, and that meant he had a morning hard-on. He looked at his brothers questioning face and guessed at what he was thinking. 'You fell asleep so as you dearly loving older brother I tucked you into bed.' He said it cynically but Stefan was the only person who always knew what he really meant. Under all that sarcasm, he could tell that his sibling was being serious. After all they were brothers for eternity.

Damon tightened his grip on Stefan and abruptly pulled him closer, burying his head just under Stefan's chin. 'Are you not thirsty?' He mumbled, feeling his own hunger awaken. With his face so close to his neck he could smell the sweet blood rushing just under his skin. He felt his fangs appear as he moved forward slightly and pressed his nose against Stefan's neck while inhaling deeply. Stefan didn't reply as Damon crawled on top of him, pinning him at the shoulders and still with his face buried in his brother's neck.

Stefan didn't stop to think about what he was doing as he arched his neck towards Damon's mouth. It was the only invitation needed. Damon softly bit down, taking leisured sips and pressing himself closer. The feeling was euphoric for the both of them but it ended too soon as Damon pulled away, not wanting to weaken his brother too much.

Damon leaned close to Stefan's face, only a hairsbreadth away. He licked his lips at the sight of the blood that was slowly dripping onto Stefan's own lips, making them look a delicious red colour. His tongue darted out to lick at the corner of Stefan's mouth, lapping up the blood that had pooled there. Stefan opened his mouth in a gasp, realising what his brother was doing.

Damon immediately took advantage of Stefan's open mouth and pushed his tongue inside, silencing any protests with a kiss. He started slowly; softly brushing his tongue against Stefan's eliciting a moan in response. He smirked knowingly against his brother's lips. It had been too long since they had last been like this, and Stefan needed to be able to feel his brother again.

The kiss quickly became heated and Damon impatiently ripped off Stefan's shirt, with his brother hastily returning the favour. With his preternatural speed Stefan flipped them over, so he was on top. He leaned down a kissed Damon's succulent lips while grinding their arousals together making Damon emit the sexiest groan.

In no time at all they were naked against each other, with Damon resting on his elbows above Stefan. He looked into Stefan's lust clouded eyes as he slowly buried himself inside of his brother, causing Stefan to groan loudly at the fullness he felt.

Damon began with a slow rhythm, but neither could keep it up for long. Using his vampire speed he pounded roughly into the writhing form beneath him, leaning down to kiss Stefan's soft lips in the process.

Normally they would both be interested in foreplay, but right now, in the moment, all they felt was need. The need to feel each other, a promise of more to come, and the ecstasy Stefan felt when Damon hit that spot. The one that made stars dance before his eyes.

It didn't take long for either of them, the pleasure was too intense, mind numbing them when they reached their peak, and fell all the way over the edge.

Damon managed to catch himself from collapsing on top of the sweaty body underneath him, and rolled onto his side whilst gulping in unneeded air. He looked to his brother, who was much in the same state. 'Fuck.' Stefan cursed, and Damon chuckled along with him, resting his head on the soft pillow beneath him.

Unfortunately for both brothers, they were too exhausted to hear the sounds of footsteps shuffling towards the open door. Although they did hear what came next.

'Stefan, Damon? You in there?' called a voice from down the hall.