The sound of the heavy locker-room door rudely yanks me back into reality. Panicking, I shut off the water and step out of the steamy stall, and wrap a towel hastily around my lower half. I'm still hard under my towel, and I peer out into the rows of lockers to see who's out there. Maybe I just imagined the noise of somebody entering the room, because it seems empty to me. Still wary, I jump nervously over to my locker, spin the lock and swing it open. I fumble into my jeans and grunt in pain when I stuff my erection into the denim.
"Don't hurt yourself there, little brother." Damon growls into my ear. I spin around to face him, my fly still open. I was a fool if I thought for a second he wouldn't be back for revenge. And here he finds me in another vulnerable moment. He already has me cornered, and all he has to do is take one step towards me in order for my back to be flush against the cool metal doors.
I stare angrily into Damon's dark and dancing eyes. "I think we're even after how you talked about my girlfriend. Let's just forget about everything: What was said about Elena, the punch I threw… and the other day in my room…"
Damon smiles at me. "I get this strange feeling you've had a hard time forgetting about the other day in your room," he looks down at the bulge in my jeans and back at my face. I feel my cheeks blush and mumble, "You made me think those thoughts while I was in the shower…"
"All I sent you was a flash of my fully-clothed body. Your sick little mind did the rest." Damon chuckles in my face. "I'm sick?" I push him back into the lockers that were two steps behind him. "I'm not the one who jacked his brother off the other day for fun." Damon doesn't resist my hands pinning his arms to the lockers. He breathes calmly. "I wasn't the only one having fun." I can't admit this and instead of responding I slam Damon into the lockers. What ensues is a full out vampire brawl between two eternally hormonal immortals. Damon, of course, wins, and I end up against the metal doors once again. Our heavy breathing replaces conversation for a moment before Damon catches his breath before me.
"Maybe the thing warping your brain is all that animal blood. It just isn't normal for a vampire to be drinking that shit." I struggle against him but he's like a lead weight on my chest and shoulders. It's no use at all. He continues, "All you need some blood with a little more 'oomph'. I'm always telling you this." Now I'm really frustrated with all this talk about blood, and I can't remember the last time I really feasted on some, really went all out. "Damon," I warn, "You better shut your mouth and back away," Damon only presses closer to me, so close to me that his scent is the only thing I am aware of. I feel my fangs push easily through my gums. "Now." I let out a low growl, which is my last warning. Damon chooses to ignore it and instead presses his thigh hard against my erection. I guess that's what finally does it. I lose all control and bite down hard into the soft flesh of my brother's neck. I drink greedily, like I haven't done in a long, long time. The power surge is immediate, and I feel my muscles and my whole core simply pulse along with the mass amounts of new blood in my system. Now I'm strong enough to push my brother off of me as if he were an unwanted fleck of dust, all the while still sucking greedily. I slam his back into the row of lockers opposite mine and show no signs of slowing down. Screw him, he completely asked for this.
"Stephen," Damon sighs in a pleading tone. He pushes weakly at my shoulders. I really enjoy the fact that this time I've got him pinned. Because I do still need to breath, I come up for a bit of air without letting go of my hold on Damon. When I do, I'm aware of a slight press on the inside of my upper thigh. I look down; Damon's cock is hard.
"So this kind of sick shit turns you on, huh?" I ask in a husky whisper.
"Uhhh…" Damon replies. I'm not sure if this is an agreement to my previous statement. It might be just blind moan of pleasure. I decide that I'm going to take advantage of this whole situation. I'm stronger than I have been for a long time, and Damon's weak because I just drank maybe an eighth of his blood. I think I'll pay Damon back for the time he gave me the other day in my room, just because I can. Sure, I may be power tripping, but fuck, I mean it's so goddamn fun.
"I asked you a question," I slide a quick hand up Damon's shirt and massage his pecks. "Is this the kind of shit that turns you on?" He doesn't reply but instead breaths loudly out through his nose and slumps against the doors so I have to hold him up. I mean, I took a lot of blood, but he's still got enough in him to make his dick harder than a diamond so I figure I'll keep going.
I get him to shrug off his leather jacket and I peel off his tight black t-shirt. Now we're both in only jeans. Well, he's still got shoes and underwear, but still. I put my hands on his waist and roll m hips against his. He musters up enough energy to roll back, letting out little sighs. He must be getting some of his strength back. For now I've still easily got control, but I better work fast.
I slip a finger into his boxers and it brushes against his cock. Damon grunts pleasurably into my neck. "You like that, don't you?" I tease him some more and slip a few more fingers in, getting a firmer grip. "So do you," Damon breathes into my ear. He warms it with his tongue and his hot breath makes my cock twitch. "God…" I moan deeply. Damon slides his hand out of mine, which was up until this moment still firmly pinning it, and reaches for my half-exposed erection. He yanks down my jeans and grabs my hard-on tightly, pumping it up and down with his fist. In response to this I pull his pants down, along with his underwear, and mirror his actions. Our laboured breathing quickens and I let go so that he won't come right there. He understands and reluctantly releases me as well.
I feel my cock throbbing and I know his feels the same. He eyes me hungrily and I can tell his patience is wearing thin. 'Do something' His looks seems to say. I lean in and suck gently on his clavicle and kiss his pecks and bite his skin playfully. His body doesn't seem to be getting too into it, and I pull away just as his hands push down on my head. When did I let go of his hands? How fast will his strength return and mine fade? Down, Down, Down, he pushes my head slowly down until I'm at eye level with his erection. I catch his drift and smile mischievously, and I know he's smiling too.
I lick teasingly at his head, which induces tiny little moans from his mouth. I massage his thigh with one hand and his balls with the other. His hands are still on my head, loosely guiding it. I can tell I'm doing all the right things to drive him crazy. I love making him pay for the other day, teasing him and frustrating him like he did to me. I know I'm doing all the rights things to drive him insane and I keep going. Damon's press on my head is steadily increasing until finally he mutters, "Fuck it." He flings me off of him and throws me against the lockers. "What the fuck, Damon? I thought you were enjoying that. I know I certainly was." I laugh dryly.
"Yeah," Damon agrees, "A little too fucking much." Then he drops down on his knees and takes me in his mouth all at once. The shock makes my whole back keen off of the cool metal, and then I relax and let Damon get to work. When the fuck did he regain all his strength? The bastard could have been faking his weakness that whole time! I realize how unimportant this minor detail really is, however, because regardless of his trickery I'm hard and he's hard and we're both pretty fucking horny. I roll my head back and admire Damon's skills.