Chapter 13 R
Stefan panted catching his breath and opened his eyes to see Damon looking up at him with a similar expression. Neither knew what to do, what to say. Klaus climbed off of the bed and stretched happily, getting dressed as Stefan gulped and slowly extracted himself from Damon's body, taking care not hurt him. He practically fell out of the bed and distanced himself as far away from them both as possible. Damon lay looking up at the ceiling breathing. The only other sounds in the room were Klaus whistling to himself and dressing.
Klaus moved over to the bedside as Stefan put his head in his hands and brought his knees into himself as he sat on the floor.
"I'm so proud of you pet. Your hands will no longer burn you." Klaus compelled and Damon relaxed blinking.
Klaus reached above him and undid the cuffs at his wrists, freeing his hands again, then stepped away to look down at him.
"You're free to go Salvatore the Brave." Klaus smiled and Damon looked at him in a mixture of fear and disbelief. "I'll bring you some clothes." Klaus winked and left the room. Damon sat up slowly astonished and looked over at Stefan. Stefan was rocking himself, lost in his own world. Damon got out of the bed and immediately fell into the wall as his legs turned to jelly. Stefan was jolted out of his thoughts and looked up at him, reaching out to him as he stood up slowly.
"Damon…" He whispered nervously and Damon launched himself towards the bathroom away from him.
Stefan sat back down on the floor and held himself again as he listened to Damon breathe and scramble into the shower. He didn't know what to do! He didn't know what to do. Oh god. He began to panic and sob as he tried to figure out how to he could undo this, but he knew there was no undoing. He'd…he'd…and then he'd released inside of him…
He ripped at his hair and panted, realising that Damon's semen was on his body too. He made a sound of distress and frantically wiped at his body. He stood up alarmed and grossed out and went into the bathroom to scrub himself when he saw Damon sat on the floor of the shower staring into nowhere. He looked so lost and haunted. Stefan let out a breath and reached down to touch his shoulder when Damon went crazy and threw him across the room with a crash. He pushed himself up from the floor and Damon came at him again like an animal, wild and raw and Stefan let him. He didn't put up a fight, just let Damon make him bleed and tear at him until he couldn't stand anymore and lay on the floor gasping in pain and coughing. Damon stood above him panting and sobbing silently.
"I'm so sorry broth.."
"No!" Damon shouted fiercely and Stefan panted and closed his eyes. "Don't you ever call me that again!"
"Damon…" Stefan sobbed and Damon kicked him so fiercely Stefan passed out.
When he opened his eyes again Damon was gone and he sat up, holding himself and groaning. He shakily got to his feet and moved into the bedroom looking for him and found Klaus reading a book relaxed on the bed which was now re-dressed and comfortable.
"Where is he?" Stefan managed to mumble amidst the pain in his ribs and Klaus gave a snort and kept reading. "Where is he?" Stefan asked a little more seriously, beginning to wonder if Klaus had chained him up again somewhere for more amusement.
Klaus looked over at him and lowered his book.
"He's gone home I assume."
Stefan studied him, looking for traces of deception and Klaus gave a chuckle and began to read again.
"He's been through the wars and now he's returning from the front line."
Stefan took a shaky breath and moved towards his discarded clothes hurriedly. He needed to talk to him, to sort this out. Klaus began to chuckle under his breath again and Stefan clenched his jaw.
"You think this is funny?" He spat.
"Immensely. I find it hilarious that you're trying to run off like you can comfort him, considering what you just did."
"You made me do it!" Stefan growled and Klaus sat his book down and clasped his hands together, giving Stefan his full attention.
"I suppose I did urge you in that direction."
"Urge?! You fucking made me!"
"I gave you the option of death and you decided you'd rather fuck your brother and enjoy it so much you climaxed inside of him." Klaus pointed out and Stefan panted and growled in rage.
"No!"
"Actually, that's exactly what happened. I was there."
"I'll kill you!" Stefan blurred at him and Klaus tossed him aside easily. "You monster, you're a fucking monster!"
"Yeeees, but at least I can say hand on my heart that I've never raped any of my siblings, so I guess that means you're still worse than me Stefan."
Stefan ran at him again and Klaus promptly broke his back and let him crumple to the ground as he cried in agony, breaking into uncontrollable sobbing and Klaus sighed and looked down at him. He hadn't even had to rise from his chair to fend off Stefan's attacks.
"Stefan you're a great villain but otherwise you are pathetic. As soon as it was his virtue or yours you chose to fuck him. I can tell you with certainty that he would have let me do anything to him, anything at all to save you and he has. I don't imagine he'll ever show you that devotion again now."
Stefan curled up in misery as his back healed and Klaus stood up, dusting himself off.
"My room is for sex Stefan. Unless you want to offer yourself, get out of here and a little word of advice about Damon." He said and Stefan looked up at him. "Leave him be."
"What do you care?" Stefan spat and Klaus smiled.
"He is special and you deserve to beg at his feet. I might be inclined to make that happen if he asks me. It's the least I can do considering he played no part in my brother's death – again, that was you and Elena wasn't it? Poor Damon was trapped down in the cellar with me. Hmmmmn. That was our first time." Klaus smiled to himself and Stefan choked and sat up in horror.
"You didn't know?" Klaus chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Salvatore the brave even then."
Stefan's veins and fangs came out in play and he tried to reach for Klaus again but Klaus moved away casually ignoring him. Stefan was no threat and that hurt like a dagger. There was nothing he could do.
"Get out ripper. There is a collar here if you want one but I doubt anyone would want you." Klaus said casually and left the room as Stefan climbed to his feet and hyperventilated.
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Damon opened the door to his room and stepped inside. Why did he feel so afraid and uncomfortable? This was his room, his space and yet his heart palpitated. Nothing seemed real, it was as though he was dreaming. He reached out and touched every piece of furniture he had, just to convince himself he was really there. It didn't really help though. He climbed into his bed and wrapped himself in his blankets as though they would protect him from the outside world.
As soon as he'd stepped out of Klaus's mansion the bubble had burst and he hadn't been able to breathe. He'd ran home as though the devil had been at his back. He hadn't had a chance to think about the girls he'd left behind and he certainly didn't want to think about Stefan. He held himself tight as he shivered. He couldn't think about anything yet. He needed to sleep. If he slept everything would be better.
He closed his eyes as he curled into the foetal position.
Elena came to him, walking sneakily into his room and climbing into bed with him and he hummed and rolled over to let her in. She climbed in amongst the blankets and into his arms.
"I love you Damon." She whispered and kissed him. He held her close and breathed in her scent.
"Are you really here?" He whispered as he stroked her hair behind her ears and she smiled, her eyes sparkling.
"For as long as you want me." She said and he relaxed.
"How can you be here?" He felt so confused and muddled but she kissed him again and stroked his body with her hands.
He hummed and kissed her back gladly. She climbed on top of him and he held her close as her hair tickled the sides of his face. He tilted up into her and she chuckled. He made a growling sound at the back of his throat and rolled them over as she giggled. He grinned down at her and squinted his eyes a little. Her face seemed to change a little and he blinked, trying to clear his vision.
"Elena?" He whispered and opened his eyes again to see her clearly.
She smiled up at him and he sighed and laughed, kissing her again and opening her legs so that he could slide in between her thighs. She was so warm and smelled of apricots.
"Damon?" She whispered as he kissed her neck. He hummed in response. "Where's Stefan?"
"Hmmn?"
"Are you and Stefan still fighting?" She asked and he looked down at her.
"Stefan?" He said confused and then he remembered. He began to pant and she held his face gently trying to soothe him. "Elena, he…he's not my brother anymore."
"Sssh. It's ok."
"No, you don't know what he did."
"It's ok, it ok." She cooed and he leaned into her and buried his face in her neck as she stroked her fingers down his back.
He began to sob and held her tight and she wrapped her legs around his back to hold him securely.
"It's ok Klaus is here. He'll make everything better." She cooed and Damon nodded before realising what she'd said.
"What?" He pulled up to look at her when Klaus appeared next to them in the bed and smiled at him.
He pulled away from them both, stumbling towards the bottom of the bed as he gasped.
"It's ok Damon, let us help you." Klaus said gently and Elena nodded and motioned for him to come back to them.
Damon shook his head in disbelief and stepped out of the bed when he backed into someone. He turned to look and saw Stefan there. He shouted in surprise but Stefan grabbed him from behind and bent him over the bottom of the bed and pushed inside of him. He shouted and tried to fight but Stefan was too strong.
"Damon!" Elena and Klaus both shouted in fear for him and reached out towards him.
"Help!" He shouted as Stefan pounded into him, making him cry out at the violation.
He reached his hands towards them both but couldn't reach and Stefan began to laugh behind him. He woke up screaming and fell out of his bed with a thud. His eyes darted open and his chest pounded. He lay on the floor trying to calm down and breathe. It was just a dream. Just a dream. He closed his eyes as tears began to flow and he held his chest.
There was a flurry of movement from outside and the door to the house flew open as someone flew up the stairs. Damon stood up defensively and Stefan burst into the room looking at him in fear in concern.
"Damon…"
"Get out!" Damon screamed with so much venom and repulsion that Stefan crumpled and held his hands out.
"Please Damon I heard you scream…" Stefan tried to explain and Damon grabbed the blankets to him as though they would shield him. "Please brother let me talk to you!" Stefan begged and Damon put his hands to the sides of his head and screamed in torment, sliding down onto the floor.
Stefan approached slowly as Damon hyperventilated and pulled at his hair until his head started to bleed. He stepped around the side of the bed and Damon hissed his fangs at him dangerously. He sat down slowly at a safe distance and held his hands out. Damon panted as he watched him. Stefan kept his mouth closed, deciding he would let Damon take control here. They sat for a while staring at each other and trying to breathe.
Damon was in complete defence mode, his body curled under him and the blankets creating a fortress around him. Stefan sobbed silently and waited for the opportunity to say something. He didn't know what to say though.
"You need to leave." Damon said finally and Stefan sighed in grief.
"We have so much to talk about." Stefan whispered.
"I want you to die." Damon said in a monotone and Stefan swallowed painfully. "If you don't leave now I'm going to kill you."
"Damon…"
"I'm warning you."
"Please, broth…" Stefan begged and Damon blurred to him and snapped his neck.
He looked down at him panting. Even unconscious Damon couldn't get the image of him taking him out of his mind. His body shivered and he recoiled. He moved away to the wardrobe and dressed quickly. He wanted Stefan out of here, but he didn't want to have to touch him, to throw his body out of the window. The only alternative would be for him to get out of here for a while. Where would he go though? He pulled his leather jacket from the back of the door and left the house, practically running again. His camaro sat before him, calling to him so he climbed inside and started her up. As he drove off the driveway he caught sight of Stefan looking out of his window awake again and he stepped on the gas and flew out of there.