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Chapter Two: Stupid Stefan

Damon's POV

After the witch had left, still spouting apologizes, Stefan and I had retreated to or own rooms knowing that we were both screwed.

I lay there staring up at the ceiling from my bed trying not to think of him. But to no avail there he was in my mind, smirking down at me looking smug as I fantasized of all the ways I could make his breath hitch or part those cherry red lips in a surprised gasp.

I tried not to think how good it would feel to be inside his tight ass. But in the end that's all I could think about. Stefan…Stefan…Stefan…STEFAN!

I could even smell his sweet smell throughout the house and I was surprised how I didn't notice the aroma before. Stefan smelled, well to put it in a weird way…pretty.

Like pink flowers with a scent that made you never want to lift your nose away. A scent that dragged you down and forced you to love it.

Stupid Stefan, smelling like damn flowers! If I could go anywhere near him without instantly becoming rock hard and weak kneed I would punch him.

I sighed, hating being locked up in this damn room. I needed out, I needed to do something! I need…BLOOD! I got up, smiling triumphantly at nothing. Happy I had found something to do.

Of course when I walked out Stefan was there, sprawled out across the couch reading some nameless book. I froze in my steps as I watched him flip through the pages. Those dark locks were tumbling before his green eyes. I felt an irresistible urge to go over there and brush them back so I could see into the green orbs more clearly.

He looked up at me and our eyes locked. I could see the want immediately cloud his eyes followed by fear and embarrassment. I felt myself grow hard as an adorable blush spread across his cheeks. Oh god, how I wish I could make him blush like that all the time.

Damn Stefan, why does he have to be so damn fuckable?

I growled looking away trying not to notice my throbbing erection and the urge to go over and take him now, right there on the couch. To know what it's like to be inside of him. To hear him scream out my name over and over again.

"Damon?" My name was spoken softly with a hint of hesitation in my younger brother's voice.

"Yes?" I hissed out, not looking at him at all. Trying to block out the fantasy replaying over and over in my head.

"Are you okay?" Stefan asked hesitantly. I looked up at him to see he was blushing harder and I saw the reason immediately. The bulge in his pants down by his crotch.

A small groan escaped me and within a second I was on the threshold of the door. "I'm going hunting." I managed to choke out and with that raced out of the house, trying to escape my dirty, twisted, fucked up mind.

I raced through the town and soon found a good piece of prey. A guy, about twenty, with dark brown hair that fell over in green eyes. He was the same height as Stefan though he was slightly tanner and not as muscularly built he easily satisfied my fantasies as I drank from him and fucked him senseless.

As I thrust into him I knew this wasn't the guy I wanted. The guy I wanted was back home. This wasn't the beautiful body I wanted to caress. That wasn't the voice I wanted to call out my name.

I left the human, deeply irritated as I realized the beast of lust inside of me was hardly satisfied and it wouldn't be until I had Stefan. But I couldn't fuck my little brother, I can't.

I growled out in annoyance once again. Stupid Stefan.

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