Thank you for all that took the time to review and offer words of encouragement. As I explained before, I did not plan this story out, so it is coming to me as we write. I cannot promise anyone a clean Delena ending because some Defan has come into play. So I hope you do not mind where this leads us for I'm not quite sure myself.

To say Damon was a ladies' man was the understatement of the century. He not only knew every trick in the book, but was also used to dominating the game in the bedroom. That Elena could catch him off guard was a startling revelation, but maybe his brain functions were severely compromised by her hot little mouth working wonders on his length. He was still reeling at how quick the game had changed on him. They went from teasing and "no you can't have me" to "let me give you a blowjob" in under 3 seconds flat. Damon wasn't complaining, but a part of his scrambled brains were still trying to puzzle out where the "it will always be Stefan" fit in this picture, but Elena's hands and tongue felt so good that he couldn't care less about his brother…

Until he saw him on the doorway…

Elena's tongue had just wetly swiped the underside of his cock, making his hips jerk automatically in response. As he looked up however, his eyes locked on green forrest ones. Startled, Damon's moans got stuck in his throat and were replaced by a fragile whisper.

"Brother…" – Damon's voice brokered, so low that only Stefan could hear him.

Damon should have alerted Elena to Stefan's presence; he knew he should. Stop her dead on her tracks, find some plausible explanation to why she was making all those delicious wet sounds…. Something that would not tear his little brother to pieces... After all, having the "love of your life" watch you give a blowjob to his brother was probably not at the top of her wish list. Maybe his brother would buy the "she is drunk out of her mind" excuse?

"Oh this is hell…" - Damon agonized mid trust, feeling the build-up in his lower belly.

He really should tell Elena they had an audience. Maybe it was her kink too? It could be right? He should probably leave out the part that this was *his* preferred audience… Damon knew alerting her was the right thing to do. "No, no, no." The right thing to do was to stop focusing on anything that wasn't her and her mouth and his dick. But Damon was caught between fuck this and fuck her and "why is Stefan looking so calm and not losing his shit?".

Damon stared at his brother across the room, blue eyes on green. He was transfixed by this impossible situation, trapped in the pleasure of finally getting something more than blue balls from Elena, white knuckled hands tangled in her hair, dread building in his heart. Elena's ministrations were making him feel more and more out of control and Stefan's state of mind was impossible to read. His brother was leaning casually against the door frame, with a mildly curious look and zero anger in his features. Not what Damon had expected. No balled fists at his side or disapproving forehead lines. Arms crossed, but not even in that Damon could see any tension. Damon felt apologies bubble up, wanting to tumble carelessly from his mouth, but Stefan offered a little smirk reminiscent of his own and somehow Damon understood his brother wasn't looking for explanations. He just wanted to watch.

Anyone else would have freaked out at being watched by their brother whilst engaging in any sexual act. Not Damon. He was an exhibitionist by nature and Stefan had witnessed and partaken in much kinkier stuff than this…

Another suck of Elena's talented lips and Damon let out a strangled moan. He was so fucking close… His eyes shut, cutting the stare contest he had going with Stefan as he pushed deep into her wetness, hitting the back of her throat, once, twice…

"Gah" – Damon let out as he clamped his hands on Elena's head and pumped in and out chasing his release.

Elena didn't disappoint, relaxing her throat, taking the pounding and sucking him to the very drop. Damon felt like unravelling, and when he looked back up and Stefan was gone. "So it was going to be that kind of night after all" Damon thought ruefully to himself as he felt Elena shuffle and his spent dick pop out of her mouth followed by a drunken giggle.

"Shhh" – she smirked as she got up, swiping at the corners of her mouth – "We better not tell Stefan." – she giggled again. Reaching for her top on as she put it on standing on unsteady legs.

Damon's vampire hearing alerted him to the front door opening, so he quickly recomposed himself. Just in time too, since a blonde head of hair appeared at the door of his bedroom.

"There you are!" – Caroline's bubbly voice chimed, followed by her face scrunching up as she took the smell of sex in the air – "Time to go home Elena." – she said more sternly.

"Yes mom" – Elena piped up, giving and exaggerated eye roll and a toothy grin in the direction of Damon who offered her a conspiratorial smirk that quickly faded under the glare of Caroline's disapproving stare.

Caroline protectively escorted her friend out of the room, out of the house and to her car. Damon felt a little insulted. He hadn't done anything wrong. Caroline's friend was the one that attacked him, not the way around. Well, at least he almost felt relieved that there had been no drama… "Oh, right, Stefan…"

Damon took a deep breath to steady his resolve, then he did the walk of shame to his brother's bedroom.

Stefan lay casually on his bed, propped against the pillows, one arm behind his head and calmly reading some old book. One would never had suspected he had just witnessed Elena pleasing Damon less than 20 minutes ago. Damon approached the bed slowly, almost shyly, toeing off his shoes and climbing up to lay by his brother's side. Stefan didn't react and Damon tried to remain still but nervousness was radiating from him in waves.

Stefan let out a deep sigh as, without closing his book, he extended his right arm and hooked it around Damon's shoulder, bringing his brother in to lay across his chest under the protection of his embrace. Damon came gladly, wrapping himself around his little brother, releasing all tension he was feeling as he nuzzled into Stefan's chest.

Stefan finally closed his book and kissed the top of Damon's head.

"You smell like her... Did you have fun?"- he asked with no reproach.

Damon raised his head, resting his chin on Stefan's chest and looking into his eyes.

"Shouldn't *I* be the one asking you that? – he replied with a smirk blossoming on his lips.

"I guess you should." – Stefan chuckled as he reached out and turned off the lights -"Good night brother."

"Night..."

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