Title: Eternity
Author: Ayumie und CrowX
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Damon/Stefan
Word count: 4816
Warnings:Incest, slash and some violence and kinky scenes
Summary:Damon had promised his brother an 'eternity full of misery'. But will Damon be able to fulfill this promise or is the bond between him and Stefan too strong? They will meet again and again throughout time and places, experiencing good and bad times while challenging each other. Incest, slash, mature themes.
Many thanks to my new beta reader Krystal (TVD-FFN-NIN at ).
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: This the new story of my best friend Ayumie and me. We wrote it with different POV's, she wrote Stefan's side while I wrote Damon's side. In contrary to the other stories we have removed the markers for the change of POV, but if you think it would be easier to read (since sometimes a moment is rewritten from a different POV), then please leave a comment. Of course we are happy to receive a lot of reviews. :-)
This story is finished and quite long (maybe about 40 chapters?), it will show the changing relationship of Damon and Stefan until they meet once again in Mystic Falls at the start of season one. Since we began to write it before the books "Stefan's diaries: Origins" were published and before most of the flashbacks in the series were shown, any similarities (and I don't think there are any) are pure coincidence.
ETERNITY
Chapter 3
Stefan was miserable. After Damon rushed out and the corpses had started piling up, he too, had had to leave the area and he had been drifting ever since. His brother hated him. He was a monster.
After a few years, Stefan found himself in Paris. He had always intended to visit Europe and if there was one good thing about this new condition, it was that he could go wherever he wanted.
The world exposition was definitely worth seeing. He wandered the Champ de Mars, admiring the various works of art and occasionally talking to people. His control was a bit better now, he sometimes even forgot about the hunger. Until he heard Damon's voice.
Damon had spent the last years like the first months after his turning. The only difference was that this time, he went overseas to visit Europe since it had always been a dream of his brother and him to see the old country. First he went to Italy and Greece, enjoying the opera in its original language and the spicy Mediterranean blood.
When the next Exposition Universelle was opened in spring of 1889, he went to Paris, watching the premiere of the Opéra comique. Chuckling after visiting the Wild West Show of Buffalo Bill, he wandered around the Champ de Mars, looking idly for some tasty gypsies, when suddenly he smelled something familiar, or rather someone familiar.
Surely, it wasn't possible that after all these years his brother should be here? But then, why not? The world exposition had surely attracted him in as well. Following the scent he, soon saw the slightly hunched over back of his brother.
"The world is truly getting smaller every day."
Slowly Stefan turned.
"Damon?"
It shouldn't have been surprising that his brother still looked exactly the same. He was still beautiful. Stefan warily studied Damon's face, trying to guess at his thoughts – all he got was detached amusement. He wondered if he should run. Or thank God that they were in public.
"What are you doing here?"
Stefan seemed to be torn between the urge to run and curiosity. Damon smirked at the sight of that guarded look. He raised one eyebrow and widened his eyes in mock-surprise.
"How many years has it been, brother? I trust that you enjoyed my parting gift to you?"
He tilted his head, laughing merrily at the memory of the mayhem he had caused.
"So I take it that you're enjoying the manifold attractions of Europe as well. But probably not the wonderful, rich blood?"
He invaded the space of his brother, speaking in his ear in a deep, quiet voice: "Did you miss me, little brother?"
Not quite sure how to deal with this new Damon, Stefan kept a careful eye on their surroundings. However, he wasn't 17 any longer and not quite as easy to cow. He had survived on his own for the past decades. Squaring his shoulders, Stefan steeled himself.
"I got your message, if that's what you're asking. Don't worry, I won't be bothering you. I shall leave right away."
Stefan shivered a bit at his brother's next words, cursing his body's involuntary reaction. Damon was so close to him. This had to be some sort of trick – it was obvious that his brother was still very angry. Stefan took a step back.
Damon felt more than saw the reaction his nearness had caused in Stefan. His smirk grew more pronounced. Brushing against his brother's body, he continued to whisper in Stefan's ear.
"No, no, no. You're not going to run away, not until I'm done with you. Or do you want me to cause a scene here? I'm way stronger and faster than I was at our last meeting."
This was going to be so much fun: seducing someone who didn't want to be seduced. It was more of a challenge than Damon had had in the last few years. His anger at Stefan did not detain him. Far from it, This was going to be all the more enjoyable because of it.
Stefan's eyes widened.
"What do mean? You've made it quite clear that you don't want me around. So what do you want now? Another apology?"
He told himself that he should just leave, that nothing he did or did not do would keep his brother from doing exactly as he pleased. But there were so many people around and if there was any chance of forestalling a bloodbath...
"Aw, don't tell me that you're still so innocent, Stefan."
Damon shook his head in mock disapproval.
"Oh well, we're going to have to do something about that, won't we."
He grabbed Stefan's arm and dragged him to the nearest hotel he saw. Even though everything was overbooked already, he managed to get a room for them. Compulsion was such a good thing to have. Once in the room, he threw his brother on the bed, a bit surprised at how compliant Stefan had been up to now.
"Strip."
Unable to do anything else, Stefan stared at his brother in utter disbelief. This had to be some kind of sick joke.
"Have you lost your mind?! You hate me – you said so yourself! And you still want ... this?"
He gestured vaguely around himself, at the bed, trying not to think about their only previous encounter, about how eager he had been to please Damon.
"Damon, please! It doesn't have to be this way. Couldn't we go back to the way things used to be?"
Damon leered, his normally bright eyes darkened with lust.
"Oh, but this is going back to the way things were once, isn't it? Remember how eager you were to learn from my experience? Did you forget everything that happened?"
He lazily pulled off his own clothes, one item after another as slowly as he could.
"Your mouth on my cock was exquisite, as was that tight ass of yours…"
Stefan couldn't take his eyes off his brother's bare skin. Even as a child he had often found himself staring at Damon and now that he knew what that body could do, it was even worse. Still, Stefan shook his head.
"That was different. That was..."
He wanted to say love, only somehow he couldn't.
"Anyway, if you just want to fuck, I'm sure you'll find somebody to accommodate you. Isn't Paris famous for that sort of thing?"
Damon's hands were at his belt and, silently cursing the fact that he had fed recently, Stefan felt his face grow hot.
"Don't you know the difference between fucking a vampire and fucking a human?"
Damon saw that Stefan was getting hard, too. It wouldn't take much now. He slipped out of his trousers, taking the underwear and socks with it. Naked he stalked over to his brother, leisurely stroking his own hard length.
"I'm sure you've been missing the taste of this. You used to be willing to suck me, enthusiastic even. Have you fucked at all in those last years, brother? Don't you want to feel someone taking you, controlling your pleasure – don't you want to let go?
He pinned his brother to the bed, letting his seductive words poison Stefan to immobility.
A sharp breath escaped Stefan as Damon's trousers dropped. He clenched his fists to keep himself from reaching out for the other vampire.
"Of course I know the difference. It has been almost 25 years – I've met people. I've even met a few vampires."
There, he thought, let Damon make of that what he would. His brother's next words washed over Stefan like a wave and before he even realized what was happening, he found himself trapped. Suddenly something occurred to Stefan and his eyes widened in surprise.
"You don't want anyone else, do you? You want me."
Even though his brother's words hit the mark, Damon would never admit it. He began to gyrate his hips and rubbed their erections slowly against each other. To hinder an escape he held Stefan's hands down with his.
"I can have anyone I want and believe me, I did. You, though, you're still so innocent. And moreover, you'd stay innocent even if I were to fuck you every day."
Bending down to lick Stefan's ear, he whispered:
"It's like fucking a virgin all over again and yet you're not."
Stefan whimpered as Damon pressed him down and rubbed their groins together. It felt good, so very good and a part of him just wanted more. Back arching, he tried to remember why they weren't supposed to be doing this.
"Innocent? How could I be innocent? I let my own brother take me."
Moaning helplessly, he turned his head to capture Damon's lips. The scent of his brother's arousal was strong, so tempting.
"You just don't like the thought of me sleeping with someone else."
Damon frowned. The thought of his brother with somebody else did not sit too well with him. Nevertheless, he began to tear Stefan's clothes off impatiently. At least his brother didn't put up too much of a fight.
"You're mine, brother, remember that."
Passionately, he attacked Stefan's lips, sucking on them briefly only to nip on the strong jaw down to that delicious, pale neck.
"So tell me, who and how many did you fuck in our years apart?"
Moaning into his brother's possessive kiss, Stefan didn't resist as his clothes were pulled off. It was too late anyway – this whole thing was obviously going to happen and all he could do was try to minimize the damage. Damon's teeth were dangerously close to his throat.
"A widow ... she was all alone in her big house after the war ... beautiful. There were many women on their own on the roads... Some girls I met in New York ... I stayed there for a while. One man as well..."
He looked up at Damon, waiting for his reaction.
The girls and women Damon did not mind, but that guy was bothering him some. Not wanting to show that, he pushed his brother's legs apart, stroking that hard length and the soft balls. Then his hand slid deeper to circle that hidden hole.
"So you let someone else fuck you after all. Was it any good, Stef? Was he a vampire or some weak human?"
He pushed a spit-slick finger inside, moving in and out, crocking the finger to find that elusive spot.
Stefan pressed his eyes shut as Damon pushed a finger into his body. For a moment he wanted to lie, tell his brother that it had been a vampire and see how crazy it would drive him. He was shuddering against Damon's hand, moaning at the pleasure.
"Human. Felt pretty amazing, though. God..."
Biting his lip, Stefan turned his face away, not wanting Damon to read too much from his expression. He needed time to think, to find a way to reach his brother.
Scissoring his fingers until he deemed Stefan to be prepared enough, Damon slicked up his erection with precum and spit. He grabbed his brother's hips and entered him slowly , not wanting to hurt him after all.
"So you let a human fuck you. But now you can feel the difference," he said throatily, speeding up his thrusts. Stefan was so tight it almost hurt. The strange cool compared to the blazing heat of humans felt wonderful against his cock.
"Listen carefully: you will never let another vampire fuck you, except me. I don't care about anyone else, but if you don't obey me in this small thing, I'll kill you, and do so very, very slowly," he hissed.
"You're mine."
An undignified sound escaped Stefan as he was breached and he briefly forgot to breathe as his body struggled to adjust. He had forgotten what it was like to have Damon do this to him, the thrill it sent through him to look up and see that face above him. His brother was still holding him down, curtailing his motions.
Then Damon was fucking him, hard and perfect, making him whimper with every thrust. At his brother's next words, however, Stefan bared his teeth.
"No ... you don't get to tell me what to do. Besides, you wouldn't kill me."
This was the one thing – perhaps the only thing – he was still absolutely sure of when it came to Damon.
Damon grew angry at Stefan's words. How could he be so certain of that when even Damon himself wasn't always certain whether he really would allow Stefan to live forever. He sped up his thrusts, so hard and brutal that a human would already be broken beyond repair. But the sounds his brother made were anything but pained.
Bending down, his face tightened as the veins and the fangs appeared. Grazing over Stefan's jugular, he whispered dangerously.
"Are you sure about that? There are other ways to make sure that you comply with this tiny wish. How about pumping you full of vervain and locking you up to be certain that no one can get to you? And the only food I'd give you would be some innocent children. Would you like that? How long until you'd kill them?"
Eyes growing wide, Stefan tried to twist away from his brother's vampire face. He searched those crimson eyes for some sign – any sign – that Damon didn't mean it. Pleasure was still coursing through his body, but at the same time, he felt almost sick.
"No... no, please... You wouldn't..."
He was struggling against Damon in earnest now and maybe he really was stupid, but he just didn't get it.
"Why...? Why do you even care? You left me..."
Damon held Stefan's hands down and held perfectly still, buried to the hilt in his brother's body.
"Don't think too highly of yourself, brother, just because I want to fuck you. I left you and will always leave you because of your brooding habits. Your annoying self-righteousness is enough to make me want to hurl. But if you want to live without too much interference from me, you'd better just accept what I want."
He lightly touched his brother's dick, pressing against his prostate with his cock.
"If you want to come, just tell me that you're mine and no other vampire will ever fuck you!"
Having Damon so deep inside of him and yet remain unmoving was just another form of torture. Stefan squirmed futilely, trying to get some sort of relief. The hand on his cock, too, was still. Turning his face away, Stefan bit his lip.
"I won't ... let another vampire fuck me."
Stefan clenched his muscles around the hard length in his body, writhing around it, hoping that this would be enough.
Damon laughed cruelly. "See, little brother, that wasn't so hard now, was it?"
Giving in to Stefan's delicious writhing, he picked up the thrusts until he was nearly done himself. The mewling sounds Stefan made, made his cock throb even more.
"Yeah, I like that, you on your back, only able to make those delectable begging sounds."
When Damon couldn't hold back any longer he loosened his tight grip on Stefan's erection, hand sliding up and down in rhythm with his speed. Finally he shot his seed into the tight ass of his brother, biting back a groan.
When Damon finally started to stroke him, it was all Stefan could do not to scream. His orgasm ripped through him, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Afterwards he lay panting. Stefan's body felt heavy and exhausted as his brother pulled out of him. He shivered.
Gathering the shreds of his tattered dignity, Stefan pushed himself up onto his elbows. He made himself look at Damon, face that cruel smirk.
"Is there anything else you object to, Damon? Because you know how I hate to offend you."
Damon shook his head in mock disappointment, standing up to put on his discarded clothes.
"No need to be sarcastic. There are too many things to list anyway."
As he dressed, he watched his brother, contemplating whether he should just walk away. But he felt slightly lonely in this foreign country. After nearly 25 years, it was nice to talk to someone who knew him, even though he was still so angry with Stefan. Even if everything was bad between them, it didn't mean that they couldn't spend time together.
"So have you seen the Galerie des Machines yet? I wanted to go there tomorrow," Damon asked amicable, as though a few minutes ago he hadn't spoken such harsh words.
Cleaning himself with a corner of the sheet, Stefan stopped in mid-motion. His first instinct was to tell Damon to go to hell, that there was no way he would accompany him anywhere after what had just happened.
Only maybe, if they were to spend time together, Damon could be made to see that things didn't need to be this way. Stefan was still the same person and, after all, the two of them had been so good together, once. There was no real reason why they couldn't go back to that – if only Damon realized...
"I have already been there yesterday, but I wouldn't mind going again. There is so much to see... Do you... have any plans for the next few days?"
Damon ignored part of his mind that whispered angrily that he shouldn't do this with his brother, that their relationship as humans was over and would never go back to the way it used to be after Stefan's betrayal. But for now he was missing their companionship too much and he decided to indulge himself for a little while.
There also was Stefan's hopeful face. It would be even more fun to crush this hope after their time together.
"Well, I have yet to climb the second level of the Tour Eiffel and then there's the Village Nègre. It's a little bit strange to see humans displayed like animals, but this kind of thing must be en vogue in Europe. And a really funny thing is the Wild West Show. You just have to watch it."
The next few days were better than Stefan had dared to hope. Damon was positively amicable, witty and only occasionally cruel. In an unspoken agreement, neither of them broached the subject of feeding. That, combined with the magic of Paris, was almost enough to make Stefan giddy.
The nights were a different matter altogether. Sometimes Stefan still wanted to ask why, but most of the time it seemed that the less he knew about what was going on in Damon's mind, the better. Sometimes he even thought that they were making progress.
Then, one evening, his brother led a girl into their hotel room and Stefan could only blink in surprise.
"Damon?"
This week in Paris felt like a trip to their past. They got along well, but with each passing day of their stay in Paris Damon grew more restless. This wasn't him anymore and moreover he didn't want to be like that. He wanted to do as he pleased without any regards to rules, morals or laws. But with Stefan at his side his life was the embodiment of all those things.
They had fed separately, meeting later in the evening to have sex in their hotel room, but this evening Damon decided to bring his food along.
"Surely you don't mind me playing with the food for a little bit, Stefan. I missed feeding during sex," Damon smirked, compelling the girl to do a strip dance. He went to her side and bit her neck just a little, lapping at the spilled blood.
"Do you want to share? Like the time we shared my first meal, remember the poor girl you bestowed on me?"
Stefan quickly tore his eyes from that blood-smeared neck, briefly ceasing to breathe altogether in order to avoid the scent. The girl was looking at them with wide, uncomprehending eyes – either she didn't understand English or she was too trapped in his brother's compulsion to care. He wondered if there was anything he could do to save her life.
"No... Thank you... Are you going to kill her?"
Damon merely raised an eyebrow and licked at the wounds he had left. Stefan made himself smile.
"It's just that she seems too beautiful to kill. So maybe you brought her here to fuck?"
It would be difficult to ignore his hunger, but even if there was no pleasing Damon elsewhere, in bed, his brother seemed to like everything Stefan did. Maybe that would be enough.
Damon was wondering at the lack of indignant fuss from his brother. Stefan was smiling at him, even though his jaws were tightly set. He didn't seem to be breathing, probably in an attempt to avoid smelling the blood.
"Yes she is, isn't she? Come on, pet, help my little brother take off his clothes," he compelled her, sitting down in the chair opposite the bed to watch.
He could get used to his brother when he wasn't complaining about the rights and wrongs of Damon's exploits. But he wanted to know how far Stefan would let him go. When the girl had taken all of Stefan's clothes off, Damon grinned at his brother.
"Let my pet ride you, Stefan. But be sure you don't come."
He worked his will upon her and she complied, positioning herself over his brother's erection.
Stefan didn't pull away as the girl moved to straddle him. The important thing was to keep Damon happy and her breathing. After all, short of death itself, she could be made to forget anything they might do to her.
Gently running his fingers over the girl's cheek, Stefan pulled her down on him. At least she wasn't a virgin. Damon's eyes never left them, but for the moment Stefan did his best to ignore his brother. He let the girl set the pace, caressing her breasts and stomach before moving his hand down to press his thumb over her clit. Soon he had her moaning, arching her back in what he hoped was genuine pleasure.
Praying that they were putting on a good show, Stefan looked to Damon for further instructions.
Enjoying the sight before him was easier than Damon had thought, his possessiveness nearly nonexistent. This girl was expendable and didn't matter anyway. He nodded his approval at his brother and pulled off his own clothes. Moving to the bed, he sat down behind the girl, licking and sucking on the fresh bite marks. Not wanting her to faint too soon, he took care to stop before he drank too much. Locking eyes with his brother, he grabbed her hips, speeding up their movements.
The girl groaned with pleasure and seeing the look on Stefan's face, Damon knew that it wouldn't take much longer. He rolled over to his brother's side, kissing him with bloody lips.
"Hmh, very tasty, but I want to feel those lips of yours on my cock, little brother."
It was almost too much, his brother controlling the girl's movements, pushing her hard against him. When Damon kissed him, though, Stefan quickly turned his head away, not wanting the taste of blood in his mouth. He was so close already and it would be so good to just bury himself in that pliant body and come hard.
It was quite an effort to focus on his brother, but somehow he managed. Stefan wondered what Damon wanted now.
"I ... sure... But I need... need to come."
"Just be a little more patient," Damon admonished. He commanded the girl to stop and grabbed Stefan's hands, holding them behind him. He sat on his brother's chest, lining up his erection with those swollen lips. With a swift push he went as far inside as he could without hurting Stefan.
"Suck, little brother, and then I'll let you come."
His brother complied and it didn't take long at all for the pleasure to built. He allowed the girl to continue to ride Stefan. Moaning, he blindly groped behind him and grabbed the hand of the girl to bring it to his mouth. Feeding during orgasm was just the way to go.
Stefan couldn't help but moan as his brother pushed into his mouth. He sucked as best he could at the awkward angle, as usually faintly embarrassed at how much he enjoyed the taste of Damon, the shape of him against his tongue. He wasn't supposed to like giving head.
But then the girl started to move again and Stefan forgot about everything but the pleasure. He dug his fingers into Damon's thighs, urging him on. Feeling his brother come into his mouth was all it took to push him over the edge.
It took Stefan a while to realize what Damon was doing. He twisted until his brother's softening cock slipped from his mouth.
"Please... don't kill her..."
There was no worse way to come down from a pleasurable high such as this than hearing his brother's pleading words. Reflexively Damon let go of the girl's hand, hearing her collapse unconscious on the bed.
Damon rolled off his brother and looked over to the girl. He didn't quite know what to do. On the one hand he had been planning to kill her, on the other there was his brother with those puppy dog eyes.
"Then go ahead and get her out. But she won't last long anyway," Damon replied without much interest.
He went over to the desk and picked up his copy of Gustave Flaubert's Madame Bovary to read it in bed.
Stefan tried to hide how very happy this made him, but he couldn't help but smile as he pulled on his pants and carried the girl out into the hallway. Thank God there was no one around and he had enough time to get some of his blood into her and help her into her clothes. Gathering all his strength, he told her to go home and forget.
Afterwards he returned to the room. Damon was reading, but Stefan got back into bed anyway, pushing the book aside and kissing his brother.
"Thank you."
It felt nice to be rewarded by Stefan with a kiss. When they lay down to sleep, Stefan snuggled against him and Damon listened to his brother's even breaths. But something felt strange, he mused and it was like a cold shower when he realized what had happened.
'I've turned into some kind of housewife, giving in to Stefan's demands. This is just not right.'
He detached himself from Stefan's sleeping form and began to circle the room like a caged tiger. This wasn't like him; this wasn't even like him as a human. He got disgusted with himself and at how easily his brother had wrapped him around his finger.
Angrily he put on his clothes and went out, deciding to kill the first person he laid eyes on.
When Stefan woke up, he was alone. Running his hand through his hair, he sat up. He smiled as he remembered the previous night. Damon still cared about him, he felt sure of that now.
Smiling still, he went to look for his brother. They could walk the city today, visit a few of the traditional sights. Damon had always liked big cities and Paris was beautiful.
Right now, his brother was nowhere to be seen, though. Stefan washed up and got dressed, finally stepping into the lobby.
"Damon? Do you want to go out?"
Unfortunately for the hotel, the first human Damon saw was the concierge at the reception desk. Since there was nobody else around, he went to the man and drank his fill without any hesitation. The feel of his fading heartbeat and the slackness of the body was wonderful. Damon threw the corpse down after making sure that the bite mark wasn't recognizable.
He went outside in search of some other victims, but this late in the night he only found a few prostitutes in the dark alleys near the hotel. Normally he wouldn't feed as carelessly as that, but he needed it to wash the returning humanity away. His brother had made him weak, he had tried to change Damon, to manipulate him and his anger at Stefan grew again.
'That disgusting squirrel sucker,' he thought, enraged, and stomped through the silent streets of a nightly Paris until the sun came up. In the morning he came back to the hotel, collected his things and went away without sparing a glance for his brother's sleeping figure.
There was some sort of commotion in the street. Stefan frowned as he made his way out. When he saw the bodies, his face fell.
Stefan left Paris that night without ever returning for his things. He wondered if it was possible to grow sick from heartbreak.
To be continued…
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