A/N: HERE THAR BE MARATHON PORN... ;)

Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive and the world I'll turn it inside out - yeah
And floating around in ecstasy
So don't stop me now don't stop me
'Cause I'm having a good time
Don't Stop Me Now – Queen


Damon trailed slow kisses along Stefan's chest, around his navel and over his hips, careful to avoid touching the throbbing cock tapping against Stefan's stomach. The precome pooling in the dips of Stefan's abs was sticky against Damon's lips, entirely tasting of Stefan. He dragged his tongue over the shaft, guided by the sensitive veins, flicking the tip of his tongue against the ridge of the leaking head.

"Fuck." Stefan gasped, "Touch me. Please, Damon."

"I am touching you." Damon laughed dark and teasing as he licked over Stefan's skin.

Stefan shook his head, bending his knees so his feet were flat on the bed, spreading his legs wider. "No, I mean, touch me. Your fingers, or mouth, fuck, please, something."

The pleading was hot as fuck. Raising his head, Damon looked down at the space opened up to him, the promising ring of muscle clenching around nothing. His little brother's eyes were needy and heavy as he brought Damon's hand between his legs. He brushed a finger along Stefan's entrance, thinking about it with just the tip of his finger. He never wanted to be inside someone as badly as he wanted to tear into his brother. Had Stefan's practice extended that far? He begged silently to gods he didn't believe in that could his baby brother pretty please hold this back from everyone else, all for Damon to tarnish in this one last way.

Suddenly Katherine's voice rang in his head, 'And here I thought you just wanted to stick it to your brother' and Damon panicked. No, this wasn't something he was going to just take. He moved his hands down Stefan's thighs, feeling the muscles quake beneath them.

"Wait. Get up."

Stefan looked up at him, love and lust starting to cloud in confusion.

He kissed Stefan hard, speaking against his lips. "I've decided you're going to fuck me first."

Stefan's hands buried in Damon's hair. He didn't let go, or nod, or speak. Just opened his eyes, just for a second, and looked up at Damon through his lashes. A fuzzy memory of a dream hit him and Damon almost fell back with the sparkling want he saw.

"Yeah, I'll be the best fuck of your life." He let one hand rest on Stefan's hip as they moved to a sitting position while the other hand reached for the drawer beside them. "Want you so fucking bad, baby boy. Make it so you don't have to hold back, because I can take it. You should know what that feels like."

"Are you sure?" Stefan breathed against him.

"Yeah. Yes." Damon nodded frantically, letting his body relax as Stefan sat back against the headboard. "You said you've always been mine. I want to be yours too."


Holy hell. He was going to fuck his big brother. He never thought… The corners of his lips twitched, still tingling from stretching around Damon's cock. He wanted to do this, so badly his chest ached, but in all his ideas building up to this moment, he assumed he'd get to know what Damon would feel like inside of him.

Stefan fumbled for the open drawer, searching for what he'd been sure had to be there. Instead what he came up with were flat square packages. "Condoms?"

"Not for you." Damon balked and smacked them out of his hand.

Stefan let it go. Why his brother had them, he didn't want to know. It's not like vampires carried STD's, and more than anything he wanted to feel everything.

Damon's expression grew dark and needy. His lips dragged over Stefan's shoulder as his hand rubbed down Stefan's tense stomach. Stefan heard the snick of a plastic lid closing as Damon revealed a small bottle of lube. "This what you want?"

Stefan turned the bottle around in his hand, looking back at Damon. "Did you…"

A small nod, and Damon took the bottle back and dropped it in the drawer. "Don't want to waste any more time."

"Mm, good." Stefan reached for Damon's waist instead, pulling him over his lap. There was no other way he'd wanted to do this. Not this time. "I want to see you."

Another moment of Damon straddling him, this time, everything Stefan ever hoped to believe shining in his big brother's eyes. Damon's hand was slick, stroking Stefan's eager cock. Damon pressed their foreheads together. "You don't even need this do you? Already so wet for me."

"And are you ready for me?" Stefan asked quietly. Mine. He thought. Are you ready to be mine?

"Seems like years now." Damon nodded, changing his grip as he guided Stefan's tip to his entrance.

That was all the encouragement Stefan needed. The slick kiss of his cock against Damon's ready hole was the only thing Stefan felt for what seemed like minutes before his hands on Damon's hips tightened, and the next thing he knew Damon was fully seated onto him.

Damon's eyes were wide, mouth fallen open in surprise.

"Not holding back, right?" Stefan met him with a hint of hesitation; suddenly worried he had done something wrong by acting too recklessly. But it was hard to think about anything as Damon clenched around him. Damon nodded, curling his hands around Stefan's neck.

"I know what you're capable of." Damon breathed out with an amazed smile. He pressed their lips together and shifted his hips, dragging a groan out of Stefan. "Let me have it."


Damon was flying.

Or, felt like it at least, his body straining a foot off the mattress. Damon tightened his grip on the headboard, holding himself up as Stefan kneeled on the bed. Stefan's face was intense, flexing hard as he held Damon's legs over his arms and pounded relentlessly into him. Fuck. He had had no idea at all that Stefan was capable of this.

He'd never felt so full before. Not just the obvious, even though he had to take note that his little brother's cock was a perfect fit. In that sense, his body was so full he may still choke on it, but Stefan's hold on him was sure, confident. Stefan knew he was good at this and Damon couldn't tell who was moaning anymore. The pounding pressure on that sensitive bundle of nerves rang through his body.

But it was Stefan's eyes, watching him carefully, making sure it was good, that each groan was pleasure and not pain, or the wrong pain. He knew Stefan had been faking all that noise with Elena. He could hear the growls and sighs echoing mostly in his head. Stefan's eyes were dark, pleased and pleasing, enjoying himself as much as Damon was, and fuck, he was beautiful.

His brother's gaze was unmistakable. Stefan fucking loved him.

He got it, now. Stefan's girlfriends, the monogamy, all of it. They were fucking morons to give him up without a fight.


Stefan's torso bowed upwards off the dining room table, as Damon's lips trailed slowly up his chest. The feathery whispers were almost reverent as he worshiped Stefan's body. His brother's lips were surprisingly soft, even the wet tip of his tongue felt like silk on Stefan's skin. Damon's hands brought him back down, gently still, touching him and assuring him. He wanted to wrap around Damon like a cocoon, build their own little world where nothing mattered but this.

Damon's finger brushed against his clenching hole, finger slick.

With a sharp inhale Stefan gripped onto his brother's shoulder.

"Can I…" Damon studied him intently, looking for the answer before Stefan could say anything.

He nodded frantically. "Please."

Damon leaned against him, kissing him with distracting teeth that didn't distract at all as Damon's finger pressed inside him.

"Yeah." Stefan shuddered, adjusting his hips. "I always wanted it to be you."

With a hand on both his knees, Damon's eyes shone and he smiled wide as he crawled between Stefan's legs.


We're wasting a lot of water, passed through Damon's head briefly as he rubbed his hand down Stefan's slick arms. They could turn it off but then they'd just be fucking in a dry shower.

"Leave it running," Stefan shuddered, hands braced against the tiled wall as Damon moved inside him. "Just in case I mess up."

Damon didn't know why he was surprised.

"You won't mess up. Just focus on me." He leaned over Stefan's back, eliciting a pretty moan out of his brother's mouth. Ah that fucking mouth. He didn't even care if they got blood everywhere; it was worth it for this.

He brought his forearm close but Stefan kept his lips tightly closed. Damon thrust his hips hard making Stefan gasp, and pulled his arm tight to Stefan's open mouth. "I'm not moving again until you take a little."

Stefan groaned against his arm, sucking at the wet skin.

Damon had seen his brother on the road to recovery enough times to know what Stefan was thinking. But he was already so proud of the kid. Even knowing the progress would be slow Stefan was willing to try. They could make this life together work. Stefan needed to know Damon would be there.

"I trust you, baby." He waited a beat, sighed as he felt the sharp prick of Stefan's teeth.


Stefan inhaled the first mouthful, smacking his hands against the wall as he pushed his ass back against Damon's hips.

Damon wrapped his other arm around Stefan's waist, stroking over his cock as it hardened in his brother's hand. The blood rolled over Damon's arm, but Stefan's tongue was lapping at his skin, mewling softly as Damon started moving inside him, and around him, drowning him in sensations. His concentration was completely scattered, which was probably the point, but he felt the power and strength race through him.

Stefan panted, pulling back on a gasp as Damon's hand tightened around his throbbing cock. With that brief break Damon's arm was gone. Stefan licked at his lips, savoring each drop.

"My good boy." Damon whispered, lips brushing against Stefan's ear. "Maybe all you needed was the proper motivation."

With a dark laugh Stefan dropped his head, letting the cold water run off his face, his skin on fire and being extinguished at the same time. "Maybe." He pushed back against Damon again, getting a satisfying grunt out of his brother. He was still hungry. Maybe he always would be hungry for Damon. That didn't seem like such a bad thing. If he could trust Damon to fuck him, he thought maybe trusting Damon to feed him wouldn't be so bad either.

"Let me dry you off, I've thought of a way to reward you." Damon chuckled against Stefan's back.


Stefan breathed heavily, his whole body shaking with exertion. "What the hell, man… am I sweating?"

Licking wide over his lips, Damon laughed breathlessly. He could taste the salt on Stefan's skin; feel the tense flex of his arms holding Damon a few feet off the ground. He banged his head back against the wall. His leg tightened over Stefan's waist, trying to keep them at the right angle without slipping. "Feel how good it is? Not holding back."

Damon was exhausted, and ravenous, but he'd never felt so alive. Every time Stefan reentered him, dug his fingers into Damon's back, bit playfully at his lip, Damon's body thrummed, aching for more. Stefan seemed happy to oblige with no real care about their balance. They started to slide down to the ground.

Fuck, he had no idea sex could feel this way.

"Is it always going to be like this?" Stefan panted. At least he shared Damon's insight. He pulled out again, still hard, dragging his mouth across Damon's chest. They struggled to find a semi-comfortable position caught between the floor and the wall beside the stairs. Stefan crawled on top of Damon and gathered their cocks in one hand, squeezing and stroking them together.

Words were impossible with the tightness of Stefan's grip. Damon shook his head and shrugged. He felt his balls clench and couldn't even muster a cry of relief before hot wet pulses started spilling erratically over Stefan's hand as his body burned.

Stefan hummed and let go, rubbing a hand over his softening dick. He sighed deeply as he spread out on the floor beside Damon. "I don't think there's anything left in me." He wiped his arm over his face and reached towards Damon's hand.

Damon couldn't make his shoulders move. He was pretty sure his insides were entirely putty and expecting anything more from them was ridiculous. He managed to hook a pinky over one of Stefan's fingers.

"Finally." Damon huffed, following spots dancing across his vision.

Chuckling softly, Stefan slid closer, lacing their fingers together. "I love you so fucking much."

"Mmm," Damon sighed, too satiated to do anything more. "That's good, because I think you broke me."

"What?" Stefan jolted upwards.

Suddenly the cracks in the ceiling Damon was trying to focus on blurred away, and it was the ground he stared at instead. He flopped his arms out, patting the floor, trying to get his bearings. Stefan's hands carefully touched his back, down the crease of his ass and over his thighs.

"I didn't mean literally." Damon said softly, folding his arms under his head while he enjoyed the pleasant touches against his tingling skin.

Stefan moved in closer, rubbing his hands along Damon's back. "You're okay?"

He muscles were already loose and pliant without Stefan massaging his shoulders. But he wasn't protesting. "'M so good." Damon dragged himself over, nuzzling against Stefan. That was the difference. Damon had never loved anyone this way, with the growing confidence that the feeling was returned with the same ferocity. They were matched in so many ways. They could be careful or reckless with each other and he knew they'd be okay.

"How about you?" Damon looked Stefan over, trying to find a lie in Stefan's eyes. "How do you feel?"

"Alive." Stefan replied without hesitation. His whole face seemed to glow with satisfaction.

"You love me." Damon whispered, hiding his smile against Stefan's arm.

"I do." Stefan nodded, the crease between his eyebrows starting to form.

"This is real." Damon touched the spot on Stefan's forehead, smoothing out the wrinkle with his thumb. "We're real."

"This is." Stefan's expression softened, closing his eyes as Damon carefully brushed fingertips over his face. "We are."

"I love you too." Damon leaned over, kissing at the corner of Stefan's lips. "Particularly that mouth of yours."

"Yeah." Stefan opened his eyes and tilted enough for their lips to connect. "I can tell."

"We're really good at this." With a solemn nod, Damon tucked his chin over Stefan's shoulder.

"Well, it had to be something." He kissed Damon's neck, tickling the small space below his ear. "I'm glad it was this."


"What the hell?"

"You can't honestly be that surprised."

Elena turned with wide furious eyes. "Are you serious?"

"Come on," Katherine shrugged, tilting her head as she stood in front of one of the windows of the Salvatore house. "They've been dancing around this for years." She glanced over at Elena's obvious shock. "You didn't really think it was about you, did you?"

"But they're brothers!" Elena whispered harshly like saying it louder would make it worse.

"I know right?" Katherine smiled a small wistful thing as she looked through the window again. Her boys sprawled out naked and exhausted in the middle of the foyer made her awfully proud of herself. She hadn't even brought Elena for the throws of it, just this sweet afterglow. They didn't seem to notice the döppelgangers standing outside.

"How long?" Elena asked quietly.

"They'd never intentionally hurt you, honey. You know that."

Biting her lip, Elena's anger seemed to weaken as she stared at them. "I don't think I know them at all."

Katherine nodded. "True." She watched Damon grab Stefan's ass, almost, but not quite glancing at the window where they stood. She smiled. A pang of what once was flickered inside her chest and she pulled Elena's arm to guide the girl away and leave her boys in the peace they deserved. "Things will be better this way."

Elena followed in silence.


Dawn eventually peeked through the windows. They settled with Damon laying half way on top of Stefan, with Stefan's leg wrapped over Damon's waist. They nestled in close, trying to fit together on the couch.

"You have to be exhausted. I am very very tired and you're the one who has barely slept."

Damon reached over Stefan's shoulder and found his phone on the side table, tapping it on. "Hm. Yeah I guess it's been a few days." He pushed the phone away again.

"Even more so." Stefan combed his fingers through Damon's hair where his head rested on Stefan's stomach. "It's not just this we have to make up for, okay? Just go to sleep and let me be here with you. We're a few nights off our routine." He tightened his legs around Damon, holding him in place.

"There are too many things I want to do with you before I sleep." Damon mumbled against Stefan's skin.

Stefan laughed, Damon's arms around his waist constricting the movement. "We've done a lot so far." Far more than he thought his body was capable of in the last few hours, but then, Damon was literally the fucking expert. "I'll still be here when you wake up."

"Sure?" Damon asked quietly.

"No more leaving." Stefan promised, letting his eyes fall shut and fingers trail across Damon's neck.