Flux Capacitor! I didn't realise how long it had been since chapter 1! I've changed my mind on this one, it's a Deremy and Defan, I just can't keep the Salvatore's apart! Hehe.

Warnings: Homosexual relations, incestuous relations and vulgar language.

I do not own any of the characters or story lines from the show/book, if I did the show would be rated R, MA at least. Mwhahaha!

Jeremy was still in shock. Shame and disappointment in himself quickly seeping in as he looked to Damon who was slowly shutting his emotions down and locking them away. "Damon…I'm so sor—" Damon glared at the boy, his eyes darkened with fury. "No I'm sorry… sorry to disappoint." Another member in Stefan's fan club, another person to fall for my younger, 'good' brother. Damon stood up from the bed and vamp-sped into his clothes, not wanting to spend another second in the same room as his former lover. "I know we weren't in love man, but fuck, you're the only human that I've opened up to, this hurt." Damon turned, leaving Jeremy wrapped in his sheets on the bed, he made it to the window. "I thought you were different, that we had an understanding, I guess I was wrong. Well you won't have to worry about me creeping into your room anymore." Damon gave a quick, empty smile before disappearing into the night, leaving Jeremy in tears behind him.

Damon wished he could turn his emotions off, that he hadn't worn out the ability. The two people he'd shared anything with had betrayed him, he felt rage burn through his body. But the longer he thought on it the more he came to realise it was his own fault; he had made the mistake of trusting another person with his soul. He laid himself bare, what else could he expect? The fact that Jeremy hurt him didn't bother him as much as the fact that Stefan was the one he slept with. After all he and Stefan were in this together forever, how could he do this? And how long had this been going on? Jeremy was so casual; waiting for Stefan to fly in, make love and laugh behind Damon's back, 'you're so big!', fucking Jeremy. The way Jeremy cried out Stefan's name as he came kept ringing in his ears, everything was so perfect, what did he have now. The flames of rage inside him were choked out by ice water, the void being filled with self-hatred and depression once again weighing upon him like lead. He was back home without realising, now that he was here he didn't know what he could say to Stefan. His little brother was still in the same place, dead to the world, unaware of Damon's pain. Damon wanted to know why this happened, but knew it wouldn't change anything. So he poured himself a bourbon, sat outside and looked up at the moon, waiting.

Stefan slowly came around, each sense finding its way back to him slowly; first hearing, then sight, smell. His mind immediately thought of Damon, who his thoughts usually orbited around. He followed Damon's scent to the backyard, where his brother was sitting with one arm resting on a raised knee, using his other arm to support himself, he was drinking. Stefan knew his brother well enough that he could tell this wasn't a 'getting-loose-and-relaxed' drink, this was an 'i-want-to-shut-the-world-out' drink. What had happened? He walked in front of Damon and lowered himself to the ground, sitting and waiting for Damon's explanation. When the silence had stretched out uncomfortably long he spoke up. "What is it Damon?" Damon continued to ignore his presence. "Brother?" Damon lifted his gaze to Stefan's eyes; blue meeting green. He was hit with a wave of sadness, betrayal and even some guilt from Damon. Stefan's questioning glance quickly turned to one of concern, what had gotten his older brother so shaken? The elder vampire finally spoke: "So…you just couldn't resist? Don't enough people follow you around without provocation? Saint Stefan and Demonic Damon, sneaking around behind my back isn't so angelic brother." In response to Stefan's blank look Damon added, "Why don't you take a look? It's all I've been seeing these last few hours." Damon smiled, huffed and took another gulp of his drink.

The brothers had been able to share thoughts in their human days, it was reasonably primitive then, they could only manage simple emotions, general thoughts. But when they were turned this ability expanded, thoughts, pictures and memories could be transferred with hardly any effort. Over the years they learned to control what they shared as it was overwhelming and sometimes unwelcome. But if either brother chose to he could open the gates and share his mind with the other. This connection had always been kept secret for their protection and because they believed it was something only they had, it strengthened the bond they shared.

With Damon's permission Stefan slipped into his brother's mind; the scene before him made him feel like an intruder. Damon and Jeremy were making love, even though he was slightly enjoying the show he didn't understand why his older sibling was sharing this, until Jeremy cried out his name. Stefan felt Damon's pain in that moment, felt every clench of his heart and experienced every emotion that quickly flowed through him. Horror, shock, sadness, anger that boiled into rage, hurt and finally self-hatred and a sense of being lost. He quickly drew back out and absorbed everything; he immediately felt shame, guilt, and even a little anger at Jeremy for being so careless. Damon brought him from his thoughts. "So that was my evening, can't say I'm surprised, like I said they love ya bro." He took another gulp of bourbon that helped dull the pain he was feeling. "Had to have a Gilbert sandwich I suppose, or have we swapped? Do you think Elena will mind? Jeremy is rather excited with my replacement." They sat in silence; Damon waiting for a response from Stefan and Stefan was trying to think what he could possibly say. "I wasn't about to get 'Jeremy' tattooed on my arm but honestly Stefan I didn't think you would, or could, do this to me. I thought it was you and I forever, but it seems I'm just a filler between your teenage romances?" Damon's tone became more aggressive as he went on. Stefan finally had enough and sprung towards Damon, easily knocking him over in his drunken state and pinning him to the ground by his shoulders and sitting on him.

Damon didn't put up a fight, why bother? Physical pain really didn't compare. He merely looked up at his brother and waited to be yelled at, beaten, have his neck snapped maybe? If he hadn't have done that to Stefan earlier his little brother would have made his rendezvous with Jeremy and Damon would have been none the wiser, would that have been better? He watched as anger loosened its grip on Stefan and he started to speak. "Damon I don't expect you to forgive or forget, but maybe I can help you understand how this happened." Stefan sighed and sat back onto the grass behind him and let Damon sit up on his own. Maybe Damon could see that there was no malicious intent on Stefan's part, that he was actually trying to help in, what he only now realised was a sick and inappropriate way. "He dropped in a couple of weeks ago asking for advice. He said he hadn't had much experience with sex between two males, except for a couple of nights with Matt. He wanted to know everything for you, so that you weren't disappointed with him." Stefan took a deep breath, he couldn't look into his brother's eyes. Damon could see where this was going. "I guess he thought that because I'd been around so long I knew about pleasuring both sexes. I definitely know what you like." Stefan gave a weak smile, knowing Damon wasn't ready for smiling just yet. "I don't know why I went along with it, he was so eager to please; wanted to please his teacher and use the information to please you. I showed him spots, techniques and finally the real act. I remembered you liked dirty talk and that you loved to stake your claim on me, so I pushed that onto him. We only did it once Damon, tonight I was going to tell him that I was finished that he knew all I had to offer, I've been feeling so guilty. I couldn't bear the thought that you would find out or catch us, and then this happened and it's worse than I could have imagined. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness –" "No you don't". Damon replied sharply. Stefan was close to tears, after everything they'd been through he'd let a stupid human come between them. The pain he felt for himself and on Damon's behalf was insurmountable. "But don't take this out on Jeremy, he only used me so he could love you better, he only wanted to make you happy."

Damon took a few minutes to process everything Stefan said. He was relieved to learn this wasn't an ongoing thing. Knowing that Jeremy was being intimate with someone else was one thing but thinking that Stefan shared real love with another was unbearable. Damon's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Stefan's. Never think like that. No one could ever take your place in my heart Damon. Compared to you Elena and Jeremy mean nothing to me; I would rip their beating hearts from their chests if you asked it of me. Both vampires tried to supress the blood lust that Stefan's words ignited. "I'm yours." Stefan spoke aloud, staring directly at Damon, into him.

Both vampires sat up suddenly, pulling each other together desperately, not wanting to waste another second. Their lips met with fiery passion, tongues quickly followed. Each moaning into each other's mouths, Stefan trying to supress tears of relief and joy. Damon's vampire features surfaced and he sank his fangs into Stefan's neck, slowly drawing out blood. Stefan couldn't help but mirror his brother's actions, his own fangs aching. "Yes Damon, take me." Stefan muttered pushing his neck into Damon's mouth. Stefan hurriedly shrugged off his jacket and ripped off his shirt, not wanting to interrupt his older brother's feeding. His jeans and boxers followed soon after, now he was completely exposed to Damon's wandering hands which were now groping pinching and rubbing Stefan all over. He rubbed one hand over the hard bulge in his brother's pants, squeezing slightly, causing said vampire to gasp and spill Stefan's blood down his chest and back. Damon extracted his fangs but continued to kiss, suck and lick at Stefan's newly exposed skin while Stefan worked relentlessly on his brother's clothes. He hoped that if Damon took him it might help him to forget this recent disloyalty. He was overwhelmed with disgust and shame once again, how could he have believed that it was for Damon's benefit, how did he convince himself it was okay. His thoughts suddenly didn't matter anymore as Damon's cock was finally freed, he just hoped that Damon would let this happen; he couldn't stand it if his brother stayed mad at him.

Stefan wrapped his arms around Damon's waist and pulled him on top of him, Stefan's back resting on the cool grass. He opened his legs wide to accommodate Damon and was instantly rewarded as their dicks grazed each other, the action resulting in a moan from each man. Stefan found himself face-to-face with his beautiful brother, once again realising how lucky and eternally grateful he was that he had found someone like Damon to spend forever with, and he vowed not to fuck it up again, how could he hurt this magnificent creature who had already felt so much pain. Laying naked underneath an equally naked Damon he was reminded of a vow he made to himself, he would trade nothing for this, no human or vampire, or even the humanity he used to miss so much. With that in mind he whispered: "Fuck me, take what's yours. I need you inside me Damon."

Damon could not believe he let himself get so worked up about Jeremy, it did hurt but when he had Stefan naked and wanting in his arms none of that mattered. Stefan's blood was more than he remembered and his brother's desire for him was definitely helping his self-esteem get back on track. He had been a fool to think that Stefan would willingly cause him pain, now he felt guilty that he'd been so jealous and spiteful. Stefan's demand made him harder, if possible, and he was more than willing to comply. "I'm sorry Stefan." Damon whispered, needing to get that out before they could go further. "Me too, Damon, so sorry." Stefan replied. They kissed sweetly, Damon moved around Stefan's face landing soft kisses where he could. "Okay, enough of the soft stuff, I'm in the mood for something hard." Stefan accentuated his last word by wrapping a hand around his brother's hard cock, stroking once, slowly from root to tip. The action caused Damon to growl deeply. Stefan loved bringing out the beast in his brother; he loved Damon's sweet side, kisses and light touches and worshipping, but when he wanted a strong, rough fucking – like he does now - animalistic Damon was the answer.

So there Stefan lay, on the lush green grass, with his knees bent and legs laid open. Between them knelt Damon, who was leaning over his brother with his hands on either side of Stefan's chest. Stefan's hands ran along Damon's sides, down past his arse and back up again. The eldest reached down with one hand and stroked their lengths together. "The only problem with doing this outside is that there is nothing to slick you up with." Damon commented, looking around. Stefan reached out to his jeans and pulled out a packet of lube, opening it for his brother. In response to the look of confusion on the older vampire's face Stefan spoke up, "With you around a boy's got to be prepared." Damon rolled his eyes and Stefan smiled. "So what are you waiting for?" Stefan whined.

Damon wasted no time; he spread some of the cool liquid on two fingers and brought his hand down to Stefan's exposed hole. He slowly pushed one finger into his little brother all the way and slowly drew it out only to slide it back in. Stefan let out a long breath, knowing he was one step closer to getting what he wanted. He looked up at the starry night sky and let his body fall into the sensation of being opened. Damon added another finger to the first, pumping slightly faster. He was too worried about letting Stefan adjust, after all the time they'd spent together his brother definitely knew what to expect. He couldn't wait to replace his fingers with his dick but there's something else Damon had in mind first. He leaned down and placed a chaste kiss to the tip of Stefan's cock, causing pre-come to smear on his red lips. Stefan's eyes flew open and his raised himself to his elbows and watched Damon make out with his cock. Blow jobs from Damon were always so special, he seemed to have a natural talent for it, coming out with smart-arse remarks was definitely the second-best thing he could do with that mouth. Damon paused and looked into Stefan's glowing green eyes. "Did little Jeremy ever suck you? He's not too bad is he?" Stefan reached out to smooth a hand over Damon's soft black hair. "I wouldn't know that's something he didn't need my opinion on. He was a bit of a slut for cock apparently, until a god with black hair and blue eyes came into his life. But I know he has nothing on you brother." Stefan grinned. Damon once again lowered his mouth, not breaking eye contact, sticking out his tongue and running it over the head of his cock.

Stefan cried out in pleasure as Damon licked his cock like a fucking ice-cream. Then doing what Damon does best he sucked Stefan's hard length into his mouth and down his throat, Damon didn't have much of a gag reflex in his human life and now it was non-existent. And the fact that their breathing was only for show meant that the older vampire could keeping going for as long as he wanted. When Stefan was fully lodged in Damon's throat he gave a breathless moan. He stroked his fingers through Damon's hair and his brother resumed pumping his fingers into him. Spurred on by this rhythm Stefan started bucking his hips toward the warm, wet mouth of Damon. Stefan pulled his brother's hair forcing his cock further into his throat, but he knew Damon could take it. He continued fucking Damon's mouth until he could sense his orgasm approaching. "Damon…", he warned. Damon immediately withdrew his mouth and fingers, the cool air reducing the urgency Stefan felt, but none of the need.

Damon gave his signature smirk and licked the pre-come from his lips, savouring the taste. He wanted Stefan to finish in his mouth but the alternative was so much better. Stefan groaned at the sight and pulled Damon up by his face to share a passionate kiss. While their tongues were busy Stefan used the rest of the lube to slick Damon up, giving him a couple of extra strokes for good measure. Stefan lifted up his legs and wrapped them around the small of his older brother's back, pulling his cock closer to his target. Damon leant in close until their chests were touching; the head of his cock is resting against Stefan. After a quick kiss Damon rested his cheek against Stefan's, they inhaled each other's scent before they bit into each other and Damon thrust into the younger vampire underneath him until his hips hit Stefan's. They both groaned in unison through the blood in their mouths. They pulled away from each other; Damon got straight up onto his knees and held onto Stefan's hips bringing them up with him. Stefan was laid out before him with his arms helplessly on the ground next to his head, with his hips held up in the air. This must look so scandalous! Damon began pounding relentlessly into the young one, hitting just the right place straight away. Stefan was moaning out his older brother's name and uttering nonsense. Damon took in his brother's beautiful body, glistening with sweat, completely open to him emotionally and physically. In these moments the boys let down their guards and shared every thought and sensation, it made everything so much more intense.

With the hard thrusting Stefan's cock was bouncing around unattended, Damon quickly grabbed it – his fingers still slick – and started pumping in time with his pounding. Damon's Day-light ring had spun around his finger grinding against his little brother's dick which only heightened the sensation. Damon was insanely aroused by Stefan's mumblings, but his kid brother always had that effect on him. "Too long Stef." Stefan grunted in response, "Way too long, feels so…fuck…so good Damon." Damon couldn't help but let out a small huff of laughter at his brother's situation. "You love this don't you? Me fucking you. This cock is mine, this ass is mine, you are mine Stefan. No one will ever come between us again will they? Tell me!" Damon yelled slowing his thrusts. Stefan gave a cry of distress. "Don't stop, I'm so close Damon, please." He cried out between pants. "Tell me or I'll stop!" Damon replied. "No! I belong to you, always. No one will ever come between us again. I love you inside me, claiming me Damon." Then he surprised his older brother by separating them, gently. He pushed Damon to his arse, his legs laid out in front of him. Stefan crawled towards him and straddled Damon, their dicks sliding side by side. "You are mine, as I am yours. I will never fail you again. If I do I will take this off," Stefan held up his right hand – with the Day-light ring – and clasped Damon's so their fingers interlocked, "and commit myself to the true death." Damon frowned in disapproval, "If you ever—". Stefan rested his hand on Damon's chest. "Damon, I love you, with everything I have." Stefan placed a gentle kiss on his brother's lips. He looked into Damon's clear blue eyes, the colour of glaciers in the sun, they were glistening with emotion.

From then on no more words were exchanged. Stefan rested his hands on Damon's shoulders for support as he sat above his brother and looked into his eyes. The elder's hands when to the younger's arse and spread him open slightly. They held each other's gaze as Stefan lowered himself onto his brother; a cry got caught in his throat. They worked in perfect harmony; Damon thrusting and Stefan lifting and falling; it was perfect. Moans and sighs filled the air around the lovers; they were completely unaware of their surroundings, the moon covering everything in a blue-silver haze. Stefan's erection didn't require any attention, Damon was enough. The sensations and emotions climbed to an inescapable climax, the youngest smashed his lips onto his brother's and plunged his tongue into Damon's mouth, crying out urgently; Stefan spilled over Damon's chest and Damon exploded inside Stefan.

"Hmmm…I love you Stefan." Damon whispered into his little brother's ear, they remained in a tight embrace, with him buried deep as possible. Stefan pulled back, captivated by Damon's face; he was smiling genuinely for the first time he'd seen in months, maybe years. They kissed again, before Damon lifted his brother effortlessly and they laid together, Stefan snuggling in close, his face resting on his brother's pale chest. "Maybe we should fight more often, I love possessive Damon." A small chuckle fluttered through the older vampire's chest. "I could tell. Listen; let's get out of Mystic Falls, away from all this teen drama. Just you and I, two vampire brothers against the world." The boys basked in the beautiful Virginian moonlight until Stefan fell asleep in Damon's arms. A brother above all else Damon carried his little brother upstairs to his room, cleaned him and tucked him in. Stefan was so exhausted Damon decided just to leave him be and sleep in his own bed. But suddenly Stefan reached out and caught Damon's wrist. Please stay here with me. Damon immediately joined Stefan and pressed his chest to his back. Always brother, always.

A/N: Was this acceptable? I hoped you liked it. Please review, I would be interested in hearing your thoughts. It's more fluffy than I intended. Until next time Tiger.