Disclaimer: I don't own the TV series "The Vampire Diaries," or the book, or any other things involving it. Just me and muh fanfiction here…yup.

Author's Note: Oh, you guys. Seriously, your reviews are what make my life. You really inspire me to work harder, submit more chapters, and even write all these make out scenes (and sex scenes soon hopefully!)! I just want to say thank you to every single person that has subscribed to this story, or even to just me as a writer. It really makes me happy that somebody likes this. Sorry if I'm gushing a bit…it's done now. Keep reviewing, please! I need something to enflame my ego XD

Also…I suck at dialogue. You have been warned.

Also…when typed in boners, spellcheck tried to call it "bonkers." Hilarious, right? No? I thought it was XD

Warnings: This contains adult content and has therefore been named MA, seeing as there will be sex soon. Also, loads of gay romance abound and, obviously, cussing. So, if you would not like to see two guys together in a beautiful little love…thingie, please, please move on and don't read this.

Chapter Three

Stefan was in hell.

He was sitting on a bench in one of the parks of Mystic Falls, his elbows testing on his knees, his head resting on his palms. He sighed, rubbing his face.

This past week had felt as though he was traveling through all the parts of Dante's Inferno. Damon had been pointedly avoiding him, not even coming home many nights. Stefan would have confronted his roommate, but he was too scared. What would happen if he did? Would Damon leave forever? This time he groaned, pain cinching in his heart at the thought. He couldn't lose Damon. He just couldn't.

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Hands grabbed at Damon's hair, pulling him down. He had to fight the urge to snarl, to release the hands holding him, and run, as fast as he could. He shuddered. He'd already ran away once, he wasn't going to succumb to that weakness again. He looked up into Alaric's eyes, the only weakness he allowed himself. They stared at each other for a while, before Alaric's resolve fell and he mashed his lips to the vampire's bare stomach again. As lips and fingers trailed his chiseled abs, Damon released a moan. Oh, such a nice weakness.

He looked down at the figure on top of him, slowly moving towards his nether regions. As the button of his pants was released, Damon's thoughts travelled to Stefan, yet again. He was so confused. How could the man whom he had thought was his brother...love him more than platonically? A picture of Stefan came to his mind, and Damon shivered. He couldn't think of the man as anything but a sibling. A nuisance, but still his brother. How could he just drop the brother thing and accept Stefan's love? He shook his head, trying to clear it a bit.

Alaric looked up when he felt Damon move. "What, you're thinking of something else as I make out with you?" he asked, his voice husky with lust.

Damon looked down to Alaric, startled. But, as Stefan said, he always had to make something into a joke. Damn Stefan. "What, is Ricky-Rick jealous? Does he think his fuck-buddy isn't enjoying himself?" These words were dangerous.

Alaric growled, before pouncing onto the vampire's lips, making them swell as he licked, bit, and sucked on them. Sometimes, Alaric reasoned, it was better to shut Damon up rather than argue. This way, the human actually won sometimes.

As Damon broke away from the long, hard kiss, he grinned, though, if you knew the vampire's face as well as, say, Stefan, you would have noticed the sort of sadness that drifted around the grin. This was the facial expression Damon made when he couldn't express any other emotion. Damon was lost.

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As he entered his house, Damon made sure to close the door as silently as he could. He even went to far as to lift it off its hinges. Yet, as he walked past the living room, there was Stefan. He couldn't avoid the other vampire this time.

Stefan took one sniff of Damon and snarled. Today, he had caved in and drunk as many blood packets as he could, just to get rid of some of the pain. And yet, here Damon came, sneaking in as if he had something to hide. Which he did. Stefan stood up, baring his teeth. "You come home at three in the morning, smelling of sweat. Not the 'I just ran' kind of sweat. You smell like the sweat that comes from sex. Not only that, but it's fucking Alaric?" During this whole speech, Stefan was slowly walking forward, yet as it ended, he slammed Damon against the wall, and he could tell the other vampire was surprised by the extra strength in his arms. Good.

"St-Stefan, quit it, get the fuck off," Damon growled, his eyes glaring daggers. If he hated anything, it was being treated like he was weak. And getting pinned to the wall? Yeah, definitely a sign of weakness. He snarled, pushing against the restraining arms, hoping to catch Stefan off guard. No such luck.

Stefan grinned dangerously. "Yeah, that's right. I drank a shitload of blood today. No way you're getting away until I decide you can," he said, squeezing Damon's wrists for effect. "Now. Tell me why you ran away from me whenever I told you I love you, yet you're fine with fucking Alaric?" He bit out, his nose almost touching Damon's. Even though he was angry, he couldn't help getting turned on from being so close to the man he loved. Damon noticed, looking down at the lump in Stefan's jeans.

Damon sucked in a breath. "How the fuck could you say that? You were my brother until a week ago, you sick fuck! Then I learn all this shit about my true origins, and also that the man I thought of as my brother is in love with me? A weaker man would have stopped functioning! You can't just expect me to drop my perception of you and jump into your arms naked, ready to fuck for God's sake!"

Stefan started breathing hard, the picture of Damon's words reaching his mind. His hard-on grew even larger, if that was possible. Damon widened his eyes, realising the folly in his words too late. As the blood he had drunk today gave Stefan a feeling better than getting drunk, he felt euphoric, as though he could accomplish anything. There was only one thing he could think of doing. As his face came dangerously close, Damon shuddered, stuttering. "N-no, St-St-Stef-" his words were cut off by Stefan's lips, hungrily mashing onto the other vampire's. He pried Damon's mouth open, forcing his tongue in. He bit through the soft skin of Damon's lower lip, then sucked a bit of blood out. Against his will, Damon shivered in confused attraction. He couldn't keep the gasp from escaping his lips, which only spurned on Stefan's advances.

Stefan raised Damon's arms above their heads, their fingers intertwined. His lips travelled down Damon's tan neck, slowly nipping at the skin. It seemed that they both enjoyed the little bites, the danger involved. Stefan ran his tongue over Damon's sensitive skin, relishing the long moan that followed. He travelled upwards, unable to leave Damon's lips for long periods of time. After a rather long stretch of time, which included a lot of groans, moans, and gasps on Damon's part, Damon finally broke the kiss. The vampires were both breathing heavily, their boners crushed against each other. Stefan slowly released his hold on Damon, if a bit reluctantly. Okay, really reluctantly. Damon sucked on the bottom of his very swollen lip, staring up at the man just inches from him. "Well," he said, unable to suppress a grin, "guess I don't think of you as a brother anymore." Stefan just grinned back, before placing a gentle kiss on Damon's lips.

"This will have to suffice for now," Stefan whispered, his lips brushing against Damon's.