Title: The Inevitable Dawn
Part: 2 of 4 (Complete)
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Author: Ayumie and CrowX (LJ: Lady_Dragoncrow)
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Damon/Stefan
Summary: AU branching off after episode 1.17
Warnings: Incest, slash obviously
Notes: Thanks to Lea724 for being an awesome and patient beta-reader. We had lots of fun with this - I hope everyone else will feel the same. The next parts are currently being edited.
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.
Part 2
He couldn't take his eyes off the blood – even Damon's touch barely registered. There wasn't a choice, not really. Stefan's body moved on autopilot, legs walking towards the table, hand picking up the glass and bringing it to his mouth. It tasted like life, rich and powerful as it slid down his throat.
When the blood was gone and his mind clearer, Stefan sighed. He couldn't believe what he had done today, what he was about to do. It wasn't at all surprising to find that Damon was waiting right outside the door. Taking a deep breath, Stefan made himself look his brother in the eyes.
"Can you sleep in my room tonight?"
He knew what he was asking and he knew that Damon never did anything without a price. Stefan vaguely wondered what his brother would demand in return.
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Sighing, Damon faced his brother, who seemed slightly more alert. The request caught him off guard. But this was perfect; Stefan knew that he would have to give him something in return.
"It'd be a pleasure, little brother, but…" he trailed off, taking a minute to think about the possibilities. Except that considering the situation they were in right now, he knew exactly what he wanted.
"I need you to become stronger, Stef; things in this town are rapidly going to hell." Damon started to explain about John Gilbert.
"You have to drink human blood. I won't force you to bite anyone, I'll even keep you from killing, but you have to maintain a regular diet with blood bags."
Damon slowly moved in to hug his brother, maneuvering him towards the stairs.
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Stefan chuckled humorlessly, even as he let himself be pulled towards his room.
"You ask too much."
To tell the truth, he wasn't sure it was even possible for him to stop drinking human blood at this point. The small glass had only served to whet his appetite and the small voice in the back of his mind that kept asking what was so bad about feeding from blood bags kept getting louder and louder. What he was sure about, though, was the fact that he didn't want Damon to know this.
Revealing weakness to his brother was never a good idea, no matter how reconciliatory Damon was acting at the moment. In front of his room, Stefan stopped, trying to will away hunger and tiredness.
"All I want is for you to spend one night in my room – hardly a big deal. And you are asking me to change my entire life? It doesn't seem fair. Especially since you already got a rather spectacular blowjob out of me today – that should be worth something..."
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For now Damon would give in. After all, he had learned a lot of patience over the last decades. Sooner or later Stefan would have to see reason.
"You drive a hard bargain, Stef, but for now I must admit that you're right," Damon slowly looked his brother up and down. "Your blowjob really deserves a reward."
He pushed Stefan inside and slowly began to unbutton his shirt. "Let me take care of you, you're barely able to stand."
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Breathing a sigh of relief, Stefan let himself be undressed before he all but collapsed into bed. Damon followed closely behind and it seemed only natural to curl up against him, to sniff his scent and finally, blessedly, relax.
His brother's arms once more settled around him, uncharacteristically gentle. Almost immediately Stefan drifted off to sleep. It had been a difficult day, to say the least. He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't deny himself this way. Just for a few days, he would allow himself blood. Nobody needed to know, least of all Damon, who would take it as a victory. He'd be fine. Everything would be fine.
And then, once he was sure that he could stand it, Stefan would stop and be good once more.
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With Stefan in his arms Damon could get used to cuddling. His brother smelled wonderful and it didn't take long before Damon drifted off to sleep himself.
Waking up was even nicer. During the night they had entwined their limbs and Damon felt his brother's erection press against his stomach. He smirked lazily, thrusting his answering hardness against it. Brushing his lips over Stefan's neck, he placed small kisses along his jaw.
"Wake up, brother; you don't want to be late for school, do you? I've gotten too many calls about that already."
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Still half asleep, Stefan moaned as he was woken by soft kisses and pleasant friction. He briefly debated trying to pull away, but decided against it. After all, he had already decided that today didn't count.
Arching his back, Stefan slowly rocked against his brother.
"Not going to school today. I'm not safe to be around. Although I'm sure it pains you greatly to see me miss
class..."
Stefan rolled onto his back and pulled Damon with him, on top of him. It was undeniably pleasant to wake up like this, to not constantly worry about the right and wrong of things. He pulled Damon in for a kiss.
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This was nice, even domestic, but Damon could get used to it. Their slow, lazy kisses grew more frantic with each passing minute. He explored his brother's mouth, sucking on Stefan's lower lip and biting it with his emerging fangs. Moaning, Damon lapped at those delicious drops of blood. The change of diet had improved the taste greatly.
Almost as an afterthought, Damon rubbed their still clothed erections against each other. Suddenly an idea crossed his mind. It had been such a long time and Stefan deserved a reward for his recent performance.
"Since you have all this free time while playing hooky, why don't you show me if you still got it? Do you think you can fuck me like you used to?"
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Stefan tried not to show his surprise. It had happened before – after all these years they had tried pretty much anything at one time or another – but for the most part Damon enjoyed his superior strength too much to settle for a more passive role. And truth to be told, Stefan liked it that way.
Now, however, the mere thought of fucking into that tight heat was enough to make Stefan gasp. He licked his bloody lips, unable to think of a single thing to say.
At last Stefan's hands moved on their own accord, running down his brother's back to cup his ass and roughly drag him closer.
"Damon?"
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Stefan seemed very surprised about this suggestion, but his hands didn't hesitate to take action. Damon scraped his own tongue along his fang and kissed his brother once more, forcing him to share the blood mingling together in their open mouths. It was delicious, like sharing the flavor of their cum after sucking each other.
"Yeah, Stefan, bring it on. Don't you remember the time in Marseilles at that party, after drinking all the absinthe? You were so forceful, it was fantastic. I want to see that side in you again," Damon whispered seductively and unbuttoned his trousers.
Pushing them down, he knelt on the bed. If that didn't tempt Stefan, he was at his wit's end.
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The sight of his brother on his knees, all pale skin and long, smooth lines, drew a growl from Stefan's throat. Nobody could resist that, he thought despairingly. Nobody should have to.
Briefly pausing to retrieve a bottle of lube from the nightstand, Stefan pressed a kiss to the small of Damon's back. The taste of his brother was still in his mouth as he ran his thumb over that snug hole.
Damon was tight, but he opened beautifully to the intrusion. Stefan wondered vaguely if maybe his brother had allowed somebody else to do this to him and the thought drove a jolt of jealousy through him. He added another finger, quicker than before.
"Forceful, huh? I'll see what I can do about that."
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Oh, this was wonderful, painful yet so fulfilling. Damon bit back a groan, but couldn't help the growl in his throat. Since Stefan was the only one who enjoyed this particular privilege, it had been quite some time, but he had still enough control over his body to ease the preparation.
"Aah, Stef," he moaned when he felt the third finger entering. "Remember when you did it the first time? How you felt fucking your older brother? You were only sixteen and you were so afraid that our father would come home early and catch us."
Pushing his ass against those invading fingers, he commanded: "That's enough. Take me."
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"Was afraid of hurting you, too. Couldn't believe we were actually doing this. You were so... God, I wish you weren't so beautiful."
He would never, ever admit just what watching Damon fuck himself on his fingers did to him. Stefan pulled his hand back a bit and watched as his brother growled and tried to follow. Damon's next words made him laugh.
"And I'm the slut? Just look at yourself!"
He didn't waste more time, though, withdrawing his fingers and positioning himself. Stefan pushed into Damon's ass with one long, steady thrust.
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"Only for you, little brother," Damon replied as he was invaded with one strong thrust. Just as he had demanded, Stefan took action. Flashes from their past fucks came back to him. Only now did Damon realize that he had missed this, this Stefan who could be ruthless, who would take what he wanted.
Soon they established a rhythm that took his breath away. Slowly but surely Stefan got the hang of it, hitting his prostrate over and over again. Damon moaned unintelligible words, reaching down to his neglected erection straining.
"God, Stef, tell me how much you want me, tell me how you yearned to do this..."
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Stefan fucked Damon with long, hard thrusts, the latter meeting his thrusts with equal force. A change of angle, deeper, better, since it caused his brother to make the most indecent noises. The press of his fangs was impossible to ignore and, face twisting into an animal snarl, Stefan groaned harshly.
When Damon reached for his cock, he swatted his hand away, left him untouched for long, seconds before starting to stroke him roughly in time with his thrusts. Stefan wanted to fuck his brother incoherent.
"Vain, too. Told you already that I want you badly..."
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Those snarled words made Damon ache so much, made him all but yearn for release. Panting, he pushed back with more force, wanting to feel his brother split him apart. Stefan's hand on his cock was torture as well as pleasure and with the last of his strength Damon commanded:
"Bite me, Stefan, I want to feel your teeth as well as your cock."
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Finally he didn't have to hold back, didn't have to be careful. Stefan pounded that tight ass fast and hard, loving the fact that he didn't have to be afraid of hurting the body beneath him. Damon didn't seem to mind. They were both close, so close...
Stefan surged forward and bit the tantalizing piece of flesh where neck met shoulder, fangs digging in deep, drawing blood to the surface. As though this was all that he had been waiting for, Damon cried out, body tensing as warm liquid spilled over Stefan's fingers.
Which seemed to be all he had been waiting for. Pleasure exploded in Stefan's stomach and he buried himself deep in Damon's body as he found release.
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For the first time in too long Damon saw nothing but whiteness as he came. He hadn't known how much he had missed his brother's teeth as well as his strong touch. Panting he collapsed on the bed, not support himself any longer. With closed eyes he shuddered as the last waves of pleasure rolled over him.
He didn't mind Stefan's weight pressing him down. For once it was like Stefan was shielding him from harm, like his little brother had become his protector. This was actually nice. Just as he had told Stefan, Damon wanted him by his side as an equal and this felt exactly right.
For once totally unguarded, Damon mumbled a few words only to want to swallow them back a moment later, hoping his brother hadn't heard them: "Love ya, brother."
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Stefan stayed buried in his brother for some time until the small shudders that were wreaking his body subsided. He started at Damon's words, not quite sure that he had heard right. There had to be a catch. Damon wanted something, this was all part of a plan, he was sure of it now. Stefan pulled out and sat up. He needed to get away.
Leaving his brother drowsing contently on the bed, Stefan stumbled towards the bathroom.
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The rest of the day passed in a daze of anticipation. Stefan fixed the refrigerator in the basement. He would need to get blood from somewhere else, somewhere Damon wouldn't notice. After all, this was only temporary and he didn't want to play into his brother's hands. Today didn't count.
Once it was dark, Stefan headed towards the nearest blood bank.
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A few hours later Damon awoke gradually. His body ached in places he hadn't felt for many decades and like a cat he curled up between damp sheets still smelling strongly of Stefan pleasure. He was glad that his brother was already gone, since his last statement still rang in his mind. How could he confess something like that? But on the other side maybe it would work in his favor.
His brother didn't show up until the next day, apparently coming back from school. Much to Damon's surprise, Stefan looked much better. Was the crisis over that fast, he wondered disappointedly. But something wasn't quite right. He couldn't put his finger on it, but Stefan's mood was just too good.
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He was feeling great. Better than great, in fact. Stefan grinned to himself as he returned to the boarding house that evening. He had been to school that day and nobody was the wiser. Elena was fine, the tomb vampires hadn't shown up again and he had managed to avoid Damon for almost two whole days.
Of course his lucky streak couldn't continue. Damon's voice stopped him on the way to his room and he turned, smile still in place. Stefan denied everything. It was better this way, really.
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"I can't believe it, you are lying to me," Damon exclaimed half astonished, half pleased. His brother seemed so changed, it was more than he had dared to hope for. Stefan looked hyper, smiling in a carefree way that was totally uncharacteristic. Something was off and Damon naturally wanted to find out the reason behind this.
With stealth acquired over a century and a half he went after his brother, following him to the basement. Even knowing what he would most likely be finding there, the actual sight of it was still surprising. Stefan had filled the whole refrigerator with blood bags, the same blood bags that had brought John Gilbert to the scene.
"Well, well, he's a liar and a thief. So, when were you gonna share?"
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Oh God. Stefan briefly closed his eyes, before turning to face his brother.
"Help yourself."
Damon was looking at him with something like hurt in his eyes. This wasn't supposed to be happening. Nothing to do now but brazen it out. Stefan made himself look at his brother, trying desperately to hang on to some semblance of control. He could do this, he told himself. If only Damon would let this slide, he would
figure out a way for things to go back to normal.
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"No, I'm talking about the fact that you're a closet blood junkie," Damon drawled, his arms crossed. "Why so secretive? You know that I have no problem with that." This was so much fun – he had never expected Stefan to do something like this. Maybe his brother was finally giving in to his instincts.
Damon went over to Stefan, taking the blood bag out of his hand. "As long as you're keeping a low profile, and that, my dear brother, you haven't."
He opened the bag, sniffing the blood. "Very nice, AB positive." He coated his fingers in the blood, and smeared Stefan's lips with it. "Suck."
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Stefan swallowed convulsively.
"I have it under control. And I do not need you to tell me to keep a low profile."
He was in control. He really was. The coppery scent of blood was strong in the small room and Stefan watched enraptured as Damon brought up wet, red fingers. He grabbed his brother's wrist and licked. It tasted so good. Soon those fingers were in his mouth as he tried to catch even the last drops of blood.
This was happening too often. They had never been able to stay completely away from each other, but over the last week everything had accelerated.
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His brother was acting like an addict – which was probably exactly what he was. Damon didn't know whether to be exasperated or exhilarated. This could go so wrong in so many different ways. But on the other hand the feeling of Stefan's tongue lapping at the blood, sucking on his fingers, was great.
"Now that I know that you've trouble controlling yourself, I'm keeping an eye on you. You've got enough blood here to last you a while. Right now is not a time for me to be worried about you snapping, okay?"
Damon brought the bag to his lips, taking a mouthful without swallowing. Stepping up to Stefan, he kissed, waiting for his brother to take action.
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Stefan let those fingers slip out of his mouth and scowled.
"I told you that I'm good. Back off, Damon."
He didn't move away as Damon stepped closer, wondering whether he was making a point or playing right into his brother's hands. Stefan all out groaned at the kiss, tongue sneaking out to lick over those tempting lips, to push past them and get a share of the blood in Damon's mouth. His fists were clenching into his brother's jacket, dragging him closer against him.
Needy little noises were escaping from his mouth and Stefan didn't know which of them he hated more – Damon for toying with him in this way or himself for being unable to resist.
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This was great. They were sharing blood like they had done in the beginning so many decades ago. Of course then it hadn't come from bag. Damon pulled away from the heated kiss, tilting the blood bag to his brother's lips, feeding him. This color on Stefan's lips was like an aphrodisiac for Damon, his trousers tightening yet again.
With his tongue he lapped at the escaping droplets. It dawned on Damon, that this Stefan right now had to be held on a tight leash. He had to distract him so that he wouldn't go to the Miss Mystic Falls Gala. Poor Elena, but it was better than a bloodbath at the dance.
He rubbed his clothed erection against Stefan's, growling low in his throat.
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Stefan swallowed greedily. The blood was cool and tasted faintly of plastic and, unbidden, the thought sprang into his mind that it'd be even better fresh – warm and pumping out of a human throat.
The empty blood bag fell to the ground and Damon was rubbing against him. Stefan groaned helplessly, reaching up to get his fingers into his brother's hair, pulling him in for a kiss. Stefan's fangs were still out, lips wet and stained with blood and he didn't care. All he knew was that his brother's tongue was sliding against his and the strong thigh that was pressing between his legs felt like heaven. Despairingly, he wondered if Damon had any idea how far he was really gone. He hoped not.
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One after another of Stefan's clothes vanished, as Damon skillfully undressed him without ever stopping the seduction. Taking his time with his brother, Damon touched that gorgeous body slowly, pulling away before Stefan could come.
Damon knew from his own experience that sex could dampen the violence of feeding quite a bit. This was something that might help Stefan control his addiction. Teaching him would take a while, but Damon didn't mind at all.
He grabbed another blood bag, tearing it open with his fangs, sucking the blood and feeding Stefan with a kiss again. If anyone would come into the room they would think it was a scene from a slaughterhouse or a horror movie, blood spilled everywhere.
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Catching on to what Damon was doing, Stefan started to tug at his brother's clothes, fingers struggling with obstinate zippers and buttons. In the end he got Damon mostly naked, frantically trying to touch every inch of bared skin.
When Damon kissed him again, he eagerly opened his mouth to receive more blood. It was kind of messy as some of it spilled down their throats and chests. Thinking that it'd be a terrible waste, Stefan followed that red trail with his lips and tongue.
There was more blood in the bag, though, and even as he tongued his brother's nipple, Stefan moved to grab it from Damon.
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Damon laughed loud, this was too great, they were fooling around, nearly rolling in blood. He held the bag out of reach, pouring it out over Stefan's mouth, and watched fascinated as Stefan lapped at the thin stream.
They didn't even need lube – Damon simply used his bloody fingers to part Stefan's cheeks and push between them. It didn't take long to prepare his brother and to coat his own cock with more blood. Bending Stefan over the refrigerator he pushed into him with a swift move. He pulled Stefan's head backwards to kiss him even as he pounded mercilessly into that tight ass. Damon tumbled over the edge mere minutes later and, with a bloody hand, reached around for his brother's cock.
"So good, Stefan, love watching you like this. Come!"
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Stefan let himself be manhandled, making small, animal noises as his brother fucked into him. He was angled sharply, back aching as Damon kept him low on the refrigerator even as he twisted him around for a kiss. The blood was everywhere – in their mouths, on their bodies, on the ground around them.
Damon's cock was still buried deep inside him and he writhed around it, whining. The rhythm was hard, perfect, and Stefan couldn't do anything but take it. Damon's hand around his cock was all he needed. Stefan shuddered, body tightening, tensing all over. He all but blacked out as he came.
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Slowly Damon pulled out of Stefan, supporting his dazed brother with one arm. He took in the bloodied room and decided to move them to somewhere more comfortable. With his vampire strength it was no trouble to put his brother in Damon's bed. He went to the bathroom and got some wet towels to clean Stefan, since he didn't want his brother to be too horrified by their messy state.
Afterwards he went to get a shower himself. Thinking about what to do next, Damon decided to shut off their phones. Hopefully he'd get Stefan accustomed to the hunger and teach him some control before his brother lost it. For the next days he planned a healthy diet with a lot of liquor and sex. Smirking, Damon thought about all the fun they could have.
TBC
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