I am currently re-watching Seasons 1-3 and every Stefan/Damon scene is making my head explode with ideas. But I am also a complete sucker for anything Delena, so hopefully this is a perfect mix of the two. I like to cater to all tastes. However, you should probably be aware that I love to tease. And I love a slow burn even more.

WARNINGS: Oh we got slash, we got incest, we got good ol' fashion smuttiness.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except my sordid thoughts.

Enjoy x

Chapter 4

I slump against the cold bricks and wipe my mouth. Usually it's blood that I have to wipe away, not my own brother's saliva. I can feel the wetness on the back of my hand. The expected disgust and shame make their way through my mind. Followed by something equally disturbing: a swell of heat that makes my skin burn. I want to wipe his saliva off my mouth again.

I want to feel his mouth on mine again. And again. And again.

Just mere seconds ago I could have done just that. I could have stayed, pressed agains the wall, my eyes on her as she stared at us both, his mouth on mine as I clung to him in desperation. My mind was racing as I tried to take in everything – his hands gripping mine as he forced me to concentrate on him and not her, her eyes begging for me not to look away as she walked silently towards us, water droplets trickling from her hair to her breasts to the wet curls between her legs.

In that moment, I could have had it all.

But my conscience, my damn conscience, kicked in. I pushed him away. I fled.

Was it a one-time offer that I chickened out of? I mean hell, I've been to kinky-town and back. More than once. But everyone has their limits. And perhaps this is mine. Or is it? I mean, that burning feeling in the pit of my stomach is still there.

Inside, I can hear their murmurings.

"You pushed him too far."

"He wanted it."

"It was too much."

"I could feel he wanted it."

"You didn't see his face... He was terrified."

"He's done far worse."

"You're his brother."

"He wanted it."

I listen to them make their way downstairs, towards the door next to where I'm contemplating fight or flight.

"Are you ready to go?" He stares at me, his eyes too dark for me to read. Elena leans against him, curling a stray strand of her hair around her finger, her eyes strangely pleading with me.

I nod.

As we walk towards the car, his hand brushes against mine. I flinch but as his finger curls around mine, I don't pull away. And out of the corner of my eye I spy a small smile playing on his lips.

I place my empty glass on the tray and immediately swipe my fifth. Titling my head back, I down half of it and then set about studying the room. A flash of dark hair catches my eye and I watch entranced as Elena laughs coyly and sweeps her hair over one shoulder. I can't help but remember the times she looked over her shoulder at me, my hands brushing her hair out of her face as I pushed into her over and over again. I remember how her eyes used to flutter shut as she came, her mouth the perfect O as I squeezed her ass with one hand and pressed my fingers against her clit with the other.

"Y'know, you're just so damn obvious."

He leans closer to me, his mouth once again so close to my ear that my skin starts to tingle.

"We all know that she is the most beautiful girl in the room, but do you see anyone else staring at her like a man possessed? There are furtive glances, the casual eyes to ass, tits, legs, whatever takes their fancy, but it's all over within a matter of seconds. You on the other hand, just can't take your eyes off her. Wasn't earlier enough? I mean," his voice drops to barely a whisper. "I had you against the wall and yet I still didn't have your full attention."

He chuckles. I feel my cheeks flush.

"If you want her that much... Have her."

I turn to look at him, not quite believing what I'm hearing.

"Isn't that what you want?"

My mouth is dry as I try to think of an answer that isn't as bold as fuck yes.

"Go on. Have her. Take her upstairs, fuck her in the bathroom. Make her scream your name instead of mine."

"Why?" I manage to squeak.

He shrugs. "Y'know she still thinks of you. She said your name once. Whimpered it, in fact."

I shiver. I can't tell if he's playing me again, tormenting me until I take the plunge and then pull the rug from under my feet so he can howl in my face and use my own stupidity against me.

"Why?" I ask again.

"Oh god knows. I was there, she had me. But I'm not enough. And you'll never be enough. But together?" He grins. "Together, we are something else."

"What about earlier?"

"Earlier was earlier."

"And the other day. Your comment."

"You know it's true."

"And all those other times?"

"You're just a dream to wind up."

I'm being fed a line. I know it. And he knows that I know it. But Elena is making her way towards us and all I can think about it is if his earlier offer still stands.

She slides between us, pressing her back against him, her dark rimmed eyes gazing up at me.

"So, what'll it be?"

I push her against the bathroom door, my hands grabbing fistfuls of hair as I tilt her head backwards to claim her throat. She plucks open the buttons on my shirt and I shiver as I feel her hands on my skin once again. It feels like only yesterday since we were last like this, desperate and needy.

Her hands are at my belt buckle and I hiss against her neck as they slip inside and caress my already aching length. I can't wait any more and I spin her around, pushing her over the sink, her eyes glued to mine through the mirror as I push her dress up until I can see the lace that I last saw peeking from a shopping bag. My need for speed suddenly wanes and I sink to my knees instead. Trailing my fingers up the back of her legs, I lean forward and peel back her panties with my teeth, almost passing out as her scent hits me. I can see her slickness, but I don't touch. Cocking my head to one side, I listen to her whine softly as my fingers reach the curve of her ass. I lean forward and blow gently, grinning as she flinches, thrusting her hips back at me.

I stand and watch her reflection as I unzip my pants and release my cock. Her eyes drop to my crotch for a second and then flick back to mine. Gripping her hips, I sink into her for the first time in far too long. I can feel her clinging to me, pulling me in and it takes all my strength not to cum. Instead I lean forward and gently kiss her back, running my tongue over the now faded scars that are only visible through my memory.

"Bite me..."

I nip.

"Harder."

I grunt obligingly.

"Damon..."

I sink into her harder, faster, my teeth digging into her flesh as I explode.

Her soft whimper brings me back.

And as I raise my head, I see his eyes glowing from the corner of the room.