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It had been nine days since Damon and my encounter. I was getting frustrated because since then, he had barely spoken to me. I couldn't understand why he was doing this. Damon said he wanted it as much as I did. Hell, he wanted it since I was 15. I wanted him since I was 12. So why was he avoiding me?

I didn't go near his room. I'd lose all control if I caught his torturous scent and could do something drastic. There was absolutely nothing to do, so I just walked around the halls. I guess I was mindlessly heading towards the library, because I walked right into Damon as he was leaving it. We stumbled backwards.

"What the fuck, Stefan? If you're trying to gain my trust, this isn't helping."

I was hit with a sudden sense of vertigo and I started to fall. Strong hands gripped my shoulders as my knees gave out.

"Stefan! What are you doing?"

"Whaaaaa-?"

My head lolled so I could look him in the eyes. They were a piercing icy blue. I couldn't look away.

"I just… felt… dizz…"

I couldn't complete my sentence. I couldn't remember the English language. Hell, I couldn't even remember my own name. All I knew was that Damon and I were inching closer to each other. His hot breath swept across my face and stole mine away. If I never smelled, breathed, tasted or felt anything that wasn't my brother again, I'd be the happiest person alive. Or dead. Or undead, whatever I was. Our lips met in a chaste kiss, and I swear, my eyelids fluttered. My hands twitched to touch him, pull him close to me. Suddenly, one of Damon's hands knotted in the hair on the back of my head and his lips forced my willing ones open. We stood there, breathing through the other, for a while. My hands moved from my sides to cup his face. Damon moaned and his tongue began to assault mine. I shimmied closer to him so that I could feel every line and plane of my brother's hot body against mine. The hand that was still gripping my shoulder migrated down and across my chest and started pushing the buttons on my shirt through the holes. I shivered and my hands ran down his neck, under his arms and started to crawl down his back. I had just started to pull his shirt up when Damon broke away from me.

"Whoa there, hot shot. I told you before, we're taking this slow."

I huffed breathlessly in response. We were both panting and trying to regain composure. His eyes were not helping anything. They were ice and fire. Either way, I was getting burned.

"B-but… Damoooooon!" I know I sounded like a child, but this was excruciatingly vexing.

Damon just smirked in his signature way and kissed me lightly on the lips as he rebuttoned my shirt.

"Little brother, patience and trust are key. I'm going to hunt. You should do the same. Find a good deer and think of me, kay?"

He pushed me away playfully and walked outside. While I was moping around, the sun had set. I sighed. I could probably get a few nocturnal animals. They always seemed to taste somewhat dangerous. God knows that I was craving some danger right now.

After an unsatisfactory night, I slumped to my bed just to give myself something to do. I fed, but I didn't satiate my true thirst. I needed something more, but that something was probably holding an orgy from hell with sorority girls. His leather jackets and tight black jeans always seemed to attract sluts. Even though I knew he didn't have feeling for these girls other than a quick fuck and a snack, I couldn't help but feel jealous. I tossed and turned for a few more minutes before sleep finally came to me.

"Stefan! Put the book down and play catch with me!"

My reading glasses slipped down my nose as I looked up at Damon. He must've been 17, because he still had some of his youthful looks. There was a twinkle he used to have in his eyes. That and his soulful laugh were lost in the war.

"You can read anytime, but I'm leaving tomorrow. We need to spend my last day here together, little brother!"

He took the book from my hands and despite my protests, closed it without marking the page. Then he slid my glasses off and set them next to my book. He grabbed my hands and yanked me up.

"Pick up your feet, Stefan! Why don't you go meet me on the porch while I get my ball, yeah?"

I nodded and started to make my way to the door. I skipped on the porch and picked at some peeling paint with my toe.

"Father will beat you if he sees you do that."

Damon's hot breath made a shiver run down my back and I jumped away from him. He was smiling slyly.

"Well, he'd beat me. You were always his favorite."

I caught a hint of sadness in his eyes, but it quickly left as he started pushing me down the stairs and into the yard.

We played until the sun went down. We were both hot, sweaty and thirsty. Damon made some iced tea and we drank it on the porch swing.

"Stefan…"

I looked over at him and saw him staring at his feet. I moved a little closer to him and put my hand on his knee. He looked at me and smiled sadly.

"Will you miss me?"

"Of course I will, Damon! I'll count down the days til you come back. I don't think I'll be able to relax until I know you are safe."

His smile became more pronounced.

"I'll be doing training first, silly. I won't see combat until next month."

My eyes started to water and I turned fully to him on my knees. I clutched at his sleeve.

"Promise me that you'll write everyday, Damon. Let me know how things are going and that you're safe. Please, Damon. You're my only friend. I'll be lost without you here. I can only bear father because you are always there to help me. Why do you have to go, Damon? Why are you leaving me?"

I couldn't stop the tears as they poured down my face. My breath hitched and sobs tore from my throat. Damon pulled me into a tight embrace and I felt hot tears hit my back and soak my shirt. We stayed like that for a while.

"Damon, why aren't you inside packing? You aren't going to back out of this like you do everything, are you? You finally made a good decision for once in your life, and you will not screw it up."

Damon pulled away from me and turned his head so Father wouldn't see his face.

"I was just telling Stefan goodbye. I'm leaving early in the morning. It that alright with you?"

"I don't want your attitude, Damon. Get in the house now and let Stefan do his studies."

Father went back inside and I am almost positive I heard Damon mumble, "I hate you."

We caught each other's gaze and he leaned down to kiss my forehead.

"I love you, little brother. Always have, always will. You're my best friend too."

I woke up with tears streaming down my face. That was when I knew I loved my brother more than just family.

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