Chapter 8
"Stefan! Stop!" Damon shouted in fear as Stefan took a step towards him. When Stefan was so far gone like this, he didn't know what he was doing and he could kill Damon too. Valerie had retreated after Stefan had ripped Leigh's head off and locked them in here again, so there was no way out and Stefan was acting crazed and ripper like. Stefan growled loudly, foaming at the mouth as he stepped nearer and Damon felt his heart quicken in fear. Damon held his hands out towards him, trying to calm him.
"Stefan!" He shouted again and Stefan threw himself on top of him as Damon yelled. He tried his best to hold him but Stefan snapped at him and pushed his hands down to his sides as he growled, leaning nearer to his face. Damon breathed harshly as he looked for his Stefan in those dark eyes somewhere. Then Stefan lowered his head into Damon's neck and bit down. Damon gasped in a little pain and surprise but Stefan wasn't drinking to hurt him. After a few seconds he relaxed and Stefan led him into the blood wave gently. Stefan only drank for a short time as he could see that Damon was weak already. He pulled up and began to lick around his neck tenderly. Damon remained completely still as Stefan ran his tongue up to his ear and then pressed his neck to Damon's mouth in invitation. Damon opened his mouth slowly, fearing Stefan would lash out at any moment and sank his teeth in. He drank slowly, as delicately as he could and felt his body melt and vibrate at the same time. He sighed and Stefan resumed licking his neck and shoulder as Damon gulped and enjoyed the wave again. They both gyrated when the wave hit and held each other tightly. Damon pulled his mouth away, the urge to let Stefan lick him starting to fill his mind, but Stefan pulled away and began making little bites down his chest. He wasn't drinking from them, just biting enough to leave a mark as Damon tried to figure out what was happening with his sexual urges. Stefan reached his manhood and swallowed him whole. Damon bucked into his mouth and gasped as Stefan sucked harder and deeper than he ever had before. It was almost too intense as Damon struggled to breathe.
Leigh had caught him off guard and pinned him down before he could attack her. He'd known as soon as he saw her eyes that she meant to spoil him and he fought hard but she was strong and well fed. He struggled for a few minutes but his body betrayed him as she pumped him and sucked until he spilled some seed onto himself. She hadn't been satisfied with that victory though and she had resumed the sucking, whispering that she was going to take him. Stefan had arrived just in time to prevent that.
Damon couldn't utter a sound as Stefan sucked him until he arched and climaxed again. It lasted forever as Stefan sucked all the harder and actually sucked the seed right out of him before it could spill, swallowing it all. Damon fell back exhausted and Stefan began to lick over his sex, cleaning him thoroughly and making him feel loved as he hummed.
"Stefan…" Damon moaned breathlessly but Stefan was busy licking and making small bites around his thighs and abdomen. Damon tried to pull him up to his face but Stefan made a growling sound and stopped him. Damon sighed as his body thrummed and responded to every touch. He frowned as Stefan turned him over and he sank into the bed, unable to argue as his body melted. He made humming sounds as Stefan licked every morsel of him, biting occasionally now to keep Damon in the blood wave and in pleasure. He licked and kissed his way up Damon's spine and Damon purred and squirmed.
"Mine." Stefan whispered when he reached the back of Damon's neck and nuzzled him, breathing in his scent as he parted Damon's buttocks and pushed himself inside.
"Uhhh…" Damon moaned into the pillow. Stefan wrapped his arm around Damon's stomach and held him as he thrusted inside of him gently.
All Stefan could focus on was ridding Damon of her smell. She was all over him and he had to get rid of her stench. Damon moaned and gasped at the pleasure of his movements and he kept biting and drinking small gulps to keep Damon feeling the rapture. He reached around to Damon's manhood and urged it to become erect again as he circled his hips and stroked Damon's prostate. Damon cried and panted and Stefan sped up, desperate to hear Damon's cries again. Damon flexed his back, pushing back into Stefan's groin as he thrusted and Stefan bit his shoulder and let his blood trickle down his back before licking it all in one long stroke with his tongue.
As Damon began to tire and sweat Stefan licked him and caressed him. There wasn't a single piece of his flesh that wasn't coated in Stefan's ownership now and Stefan finally let himself climax loudly as he felt satisfied that Damon was his again.
It had been intense love making and they both felt satisfied as they lay curled into each other. Damon sat up after a while to look at the carnage in the room. There were pieces of Leigh everywhere.
"What have you done Stefan?" He whispered.
"She touched you." Stefan gave a small growl and Damon looked down at him.
"Something's happening to us again. You went ripper and all I could think about was needing you to lick me." Damon blushed as he spoke partially through embarrassment and confusion at what everything meant. Stefan looked up at him and shrugged.
"It felt right."
"What do we do now?" Damon sighed and rubbed his eyes. Stefan sat up and kissed his shoulder as he stroked his back.
"There's two of us. I think she feels confident that we wouldn't try anything and after what I did to that one…" Stefan sneered at Leigh's body parts, "…she'll know not to try and hurt you again."
Damon looked at him tiredly. He just wanted to get them out of here. The strain of the blood loss and the new strange instincts emerging in both of them was taking its toll. Damon felt like he could sleep for a week. He lay back down and closed his eyes as Stefan got up from the bed, putting his clothes back on and began trying to clear some of the carnage to one side. As his blood fever began to fade he became affected by just how savage he had been. Leigh had pulled the jeans from Damon hurriedly, judging by their position on the floor. They were covered in her entrails now. He shook his head as he lifted them and tried to shake them a little. Damon would need them when they got out of here. It scared him when he saw red and couldn't stop himself like this, but then again this girl had deserved his wrath. You never ever messed with someone's' mate. Even as he thought those words he stopped what he was doing and pondered on where they had come from. Damon and Valerie were right, they were changing again somehow, becoming more linked perhaps? How much more linked could they be to each other and why was it making them more vicious and territorial? Was Damon any more vicious? Stefan looked over at him frowning when he saw Damon asleep and curled into himself. No, Damon seemed less like his normal self right now, but not more animal like – not like he was. What did that mean? So many questions. Damon had gone behind his back and met another mated pair and talked to them in New York. Had he had similar questions? Stefan still couldn't understand how it could have happened without Stefan's knowledge or without Damon telling him. The fact that he had lied meant something, Stefan just wasn't sure what yet though.
The door suddenly flew open, knocking Stefan back into the wall behind it and Valerie entered. The minute it took Stefan to right himself and growl was all she needed before he heard a sharp sound fly through the air and he felt a shock hit him. He looked down at his chest and saw a tranquiliser dart embedded in his chest. He wheezed and pulled it out in surprise. It was strong and he felt it hit his brain as he stumbled forward, looking over at Damon for help.
"Damon…" He struggled to verbalize but Valerie walked past him over to the sleeping Damon and shot him with the dart square in the chest as he was rousing. Stefan tried to yell out and growl but his head became fuzzy and he fell forward closing his eyes.
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Valerie had retreated once she had seen Leigh's head pulled from her body. She had backed away, feeling as though she could vomit as she heard the unmistakeable sounds of her body being ripped apart as Damon shouted out for Stefan to stop. Stefan was a monster as well as a vampire. She'd never seen this before. She was going to have to rethink her plans. Stefan had seemed like the more rational and tamer of the two, clearly this was not the case and she would have to be careful. She shook herself out of it and went into her mirrored room to see what was unfolding now. She sat down shakily, grabbing a blood bag for herself and drinking it as she watched Stefan claim Damon once more. Damon actually seemed frightened of him. That was curious. She put her bag down and began to make note of that – of Damon's physical reactions. She looked up as she heard Damon sigh and watched as Stefan seemed to retreat from being vicious to being gentle with him and blood sharing gently. That was a big flip in his behaviour. She couldn't help but watch entranced as Stefan scented him and they began to have sex. Stefan seemed very focussed on the task of cleaning Damon's body and taking him inside and out as Damon lay back submissively and allowed it. It was strange how their roles of dominance changed backwards and forwards. In most animals there was one dominant party and one submissive. Generally those roles didn't change much. She had studied human behaviour and noted that sometimes there was a grey area where roles could change but these two seemed to ever be in flux over that.
After watching them with her mouth open for a while she realised how aroused she was. The sex mixed in with their other behaviours really made the experience so much more heightened for them. She'd never seen anyone in so much pleasure as watched Damon. She wanted that. Saliva filled her mouth as she imagined being involved. She had had a lot of success with their chemical so far. To say her discovery that they were siblings was a surprise was an understatement and she had watched them all the more closely in curiosity. She hoped that their human genetics wasn't why they had mated, as her human relatives had long since passed over and she wouldn't want to mate with a family member anyway. These two though – they seemed connected so deeply that it still left an area of temptation in her mind as to whether she would accept a family member as a mate.
Stefan finally climaxed and she looked up at them again. Damon looked drugged from the rapture and sleepy. Her loins stirred as she watched him. He was beautiful, handsome of course but beautiful too in his nature. She could see how protective he was of Stefan, despite his inability to resist her treatments. He was a fighter – not like Stefan when he allowed his all consuming rage to take over, Damon was clever and resilient. It wouldn't be so bad mated to him. She had been injecting herself with some of his chemical for a few days now, noting the beginnings of change starting to happen in her blood. After looking at Stefan's blood too, she had ascertained that their blood had evolved together at the point of mating presumably, so simply injecting herself with the chemical wouldn't mate her to either of them. All it would do would make her blood available for mating possibilities. If only certain people had this chemical in the blood, then it may take her a long time to find a potential mate. She didn't want to wait any more. For hundreds of years she had longed for someone and there were two candidates right here in front of her.
Stefan's rage frightened her though so she would try Damon first. She wasn't sure how this would work but perhaps if she fed him enough blood she could get him to link to her instead of Stefan. It was worth a try. She grabbed her dart gun, filled with tranquiliser. There was enough in here to bring down three elephants so it should be enough to keep them both down until she could separate them. She had prepared another room down the hall once Stefan had arrived. She had managed to secure a bondage table from one of the mental health wards so she could keep Stefan restrained while she worked with Damon. She stood up and left the room.
Once she had them both darted and unconscious she dragged Stefan out of the room and placed him onto the bondage bed, strapping his arms and legs down securely. He was already starting to come around so she hurriedly locked his door and returned to Damon. Damon's eyes were fluttering but he was in no position to move. She closed the door behind her and went to him, stroking his face.
"Are you hungry Damon?" She asked gently and he frowned, trying to bring himself round fully. She had seen that he and Stefan had blood shared but she could tell from his pallor how much more Stefan had taken than given back. Damon fangs filled his mouth and he groaned hungrily. She bit into her wrist and placed it over his mouth. His expression relaxed and he began to drink, shakily holding her arm over his mouth. She kept her switch off for the moment and watched him instead, cataloguing his responses. He pushed her away groaning and she sighed in disappointment, reaching for the bucket she had left there and tilting him towards it as he vomited. He had just fed from Stefan, why would he vomit? She stroked his forehead as he breathed and lay back. Was it because her blood was a little more like his now? Perhaps it was a good thing that his body was noting the difference.
Stefan shouted from down the hall and Damon opened his eyes. He looked up at her in confusion.
"Drink up and I will let you see him again." She ordered and the veins in his eyes protruded in anger, but he had no puff and struggled to keep the veins out. His gritted his teeth weakly and tried to speak. She placed her hand over his mouth. "If you want to see him again, then you will do exactly as I say."
Damon's eyes widened and he breathed sharply under her hand.
"Drink again." She said, tilting her wrist at his mouth and he groaned and closed his mouth tightly. "Drink!"
Stefan shouted in fury, growling so loud they both looked towards the door listening to him.
"I will kill him right now." She said and Damon panted and opened his mouth again, squeezing his eyes closed as he bit into her wrist again and began to drink. His body was shaking this time as he waited for the nausea to start. He drank a little more this time but wretched violently into the bucket again soon afterwards. Valerie stood up as he flopped back down and left the room to empty the bucket. Damon panted as his ears wrung. They were both going to die here.
Stefan pulled with every morsel of strength he had, trying to burst the restraints on the table. What was she doing? She was doing something to Damon and he knew it. He managed to burst his hand free of one restraint and began to put his whole body into it again as he felt his rage fill him again. He pulled and pushed so hard that the whole table fell sideways making him grunt in pain.
Damon heard the enormous crash and jolted himself fully conscious again.
"Stefan…" He mumbled and rolled painstakingly onto his side. Every movement was draining but he managed to lever himself so his legs were on the floor. He slowly sat up, his muscles shaking at the effort. The room seemed to swim around him. He took a breath and tried to stand, but his legs were like jelly.
Damon…
Wait. What? Damon looked around for the voice speaking to him.
"Stefan?" He asked breathlessly.
Damon…
Damon looked around again confused and fell backwards onto his back. He raised himself up, feeling as though he was drunk and looked for Stefan again. Stefan wasn't here. How could Stefan be talking?
Hurt. Damon…
Damon gasped as he heard it again. Maybe he was hallucinating. He heard crashing sounds from outside again and he pushed himself up till he was sitting fully and listening.
Coming for you. Promise.
"Stefan…" Damon blinked tears away. This was no hallucination. Stefan was thinking this. "Stefan!" He shouted, full of amazement and emotion. He waited, hoping Stefan would speak in his head again but nothing happened. He concentrated trying to send thoughts of comfort, but his brain was no use. He couldn't concentrate. He waited for a few minutes and Stefan said nothing else. He began to panic. Valerie footsteps sounded along the corridor and he held himself still as he waited. She walked past his door and he frowned in surprise, his heart beat thumping loudly. What was she doing?
Valerie went back into her side room and sat down. Stefan had managed to smash his head when he had knocked the bed over. She flipped the bed back onto its feet as he continued to struggle, bleeding over the pillow. She could tell he knew that she had plans for Damon. The fear in his eyes was evident. He had tried to speak to her but she had no time to waste and had gagged him happily. She decided to leave him to dry out for a while. That would teach him.
She lifted her laptop, casting a glance at Damon through the mirror. He was emotional and sitting upright facing the door. She blinked in confusion. He seemed to be concentrating on something. She watched for a minute and he didn't move so she returned to her notes. Damon had regurgitated everything he had taken from her. She would have to work more fastitidiously now. Blood sharing was an element in mating so she had to drink from him too. He seemed weak enough now that she would be able to without much fight from him. Hopefully it would stop him throwing up. Stefan on the other hand was proving to be a nuisance. She didn't want him as a mate, he clearly had rage issues and she needed a mate who wouldn't get them detected. She sat back thinking on what to do with him. If she could get Damon to mate with her blood, Stefan wouldn't be necessary anymore. It would be a waste to kill him though, after all he was capable of mating and she had now found the chemical to enable someone to mate with him.
She could sell him. Sell him to the highest bidder and then charge them extra for the chemical needed to claim him. She smiled as she thought on it. That would be ideal. She wasn't sure how much of their love was rooted in the mating though. If Damon was mated to her, hopefully he would forget all about Stefan and focus his attentions on her. It was a chance she was willing to take. Stefan would fetch a hefty price. Not that she needed money really, but it would be a useful purpose for him. She opened a page in her browser and looked up craigslist. She typed a quick description of his traits into an ad and posted it into her specialist community. She had spoken to many others through the years whom had expressed a desire to mate and understand how to find one and she knew they would snap up this chance. They would no doubt want to know what he looked like, what condition he was in etc so she would have to take some photos.
She searched around in her drawer for her camera and pulled it out. She'd have to tidy him up a little first and perhaps strip him of his clothing. Sex seemed to be an important part of the mating process and the buyers would want to see what they were getting. She smiled to herself and rose from the chair, looking up at Damon and seeing him lying down asleep again. Good. She left the room and headed into Stefan's. Stefan was awake and panting, struggling a little still as he watched her enter. He frowned and zeroed in on the camera.
She came to his side and opened a cupboard next to him, looking for something to clean the blood from his head.
He panted, fighting the gag in his mouth and she ignored him, finding some sponges and soap. She pulled them out and ran the water at the sink next to his bed. He struggled against her as she cleaned his forehead and pulled the pillow out from under him. She replaced it with a fresh one and cleared the blood from his face. He tensed as she began to unbutton his clothing. He only had a shirt and some boxer briefs on so it would be easy enough to remove them.
His wringling was making the task difficult, so she stood back up annoyed and went to the cupboard picking out some scissors. He froze as she approached him with the scissors held out and he gulped. He held still as she cut the shirt from his chest and pulled it off. She slid her hand over his abs and he panted in anxiety.
"Lovely." She remarked. He was quite pleasing also. It would make him sell much more easily. He grunted as she lifted the hem of his boxers.
"Don't fret, I don't intend to touch you." She said and he looked at her wide eyed as she carefully cut his boxers off and removed them. He was large too and she smiled happily as he shivered. She carefully washed him. Once she was sure he was presentable she stepped back to look at him. She nodded satisfied and pulled her camera from her pocket. He made a sound of struggle and anxiety again as she took a photograph. She viewed it in her window and nodded. He was quite spectacular. She should ensure that his sex was fully displayed too. She moved forward and pulled a penny from her pocket as he stared. She lay it down beside his member on the bed and his body tensed as he arched and tried to break his restraints again. He growled in anger. She arranged his manhood to demonstrate his length and size next to the penny and took a photograph. He growled in rage and she stood back up, satisfied that the pictures would speed the process along.
"You will fetch a lovely price Stefan. Save your energy. You might have to demonstrate your sexual skills to your potential owners soon." She said calmly and he looked at her terror. He began to hyperventilate and she looked at him expressionlessly. "I will look after Damon, don't worry." She said as his whole body flexed and he tried to break free. She turned from the room as he growled with every fibre he had left and locked his door.
