This story is taking longer to end than I anticipated! This chapter is short but hopefully that's OK.
Even as his fingers closed around the strong neck, Damon fought to retract his fangs. Hurting Stefan had not been in the plan. Making his younger brother feel safe, sheltered. That had been his intent. He had longed to remove all the pain from his brother's eyes.
And then Stefan had kissed him. No. Damon forced himself to be honest. 'Brotherly protection' had vacated the room the instant he felt the pressure of Stefan's body against his. Desire quickly masked affection. And then the kiss. Not a brotherly, 'I care about you' kiss. Not at all. Stefan's kiss had been tender, warm, intimate. As one would kiss a lover.
And Damon had lost it. Because he had liked it. Wanted it. Wanted Stefan. And that couldn't be. He understood that they both were hurting, aching for what couldn't be. But this. The rising passion he was experiencing was unexpected, unbidden. And it seemed he wasn't alone in this response. Stefan's eyes, so close to his, were wide, pupils blown. His body trembling.
Damon slowly relaxed the stranglehold he had placed on his brother. His hands remained around Stefan's neck. Unwilling to break contact. Stefan responded, tilting his head back, cradling into Damon's waiting fingers. Exposing his long, slender neck. Damon felt his recently withdrawn fangs straining to break through. Desire swept through him once again.
Lowered his head to the waiting flesh. Pressed his lips against pale skin. Involuntarily groaned, the initial contact pulling the sound from deep within. Trailed his lips along to reach the jutting collarbone. Bit down lightly. Retraced the path he had drawn with kisses on Stefan's neck. Towards Stefan's waiting mouth.
Oh my god. Those hands. That had moved from his neck. That were roaming urgently, pressing all along Stefan's torso. His back. His chest. Knowing where to pause, stroke and move on. Damon's touch was demanding, firm, fast. And those lips. Kissing expertly, tongue prodding, probing-drawing moans. And when Damon's lips weren't on his mouth, they were everywhere else. Stefan was losing his mind. Damon touching him. Caressing him. Demanding Stefan's kiss in return.
Stefan pulled Damon forward. Roughly. Landed on his back. With Damon on top. Pulled Damon's head down. Deepened their kiss. Slowed it down. Softened his lips. Smiled slightly at the resulting strangled sound emitting from his brother's throat. Ran his fingers through that glorious hair he'd always envied. Damon began to move, his hips rocking slowly, rhythmically. Stefan reached under Damon's shirt. Stroked his brother's back. Felt the shiver run through him. Stefan could feel the heat building, their normally cool body temperatures rising.
This languorous, ardent pace was torturous. Heavenly. Amazing. Time was suspended. All there was, was this. Memories of the night's previous events eradicated. All thoughts of Elena gone. All that existed now was Damon. And what was about to happen. What he wanted to happen. What he needed to have happen.