Title: Eternity
Author: Ayumie und CrowX
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Damon/Stefan
Word count: 8020
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.
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: Many thanks to my new beta reader dysprositos, she is amazing.
ETERNITY
Chapter 5
Stefan spent years adrift. It felt like everything was slipping away from him. His generation had grown old, was dying and the people that had taken their place often seemed strange to him. He avoided the big cities, avoided any place he was likely to meet his brother. He hadn't even been to Mystic Falls to see their relatives.
After what had happened, he didn't allow himself to grow close to humans again. In a way, it was easier like this. Stefan simply detached himself, let himself grow colder. And he nursed his anger at Damon.
After a few years in America, Damon once again went to Europe, visiting the bigger cities especially with the goal to learn more about the new inventions. He was intrigued by the changes in society and quickly grew obsessed with the automobile.
.xXx.
So far he hadn't run into Stefan, but that would probably be too much to ask. Damon decided to go back to America that summer and check on the Salvatores and Emily's descendants in Mystic Falls. Maybe Stefan would be there, too.
The visit was a big disappointment. His brother had never returned to their old home and the city was nearly unchanged. Disgusted by the small town life, Damon traveled to New Orleans, famous for the Storyville, a famous red-light district, and Voodoo.
But when the turn of the century approached, Damon again found himself wondering about his brother. One time he saw a man who looked like Stefan and he began to feel strange. Realizing that he missed his brother, Damon went to one of the more reputable witches to see if they could tell him Stefan's location.
After that strange experience (which had cost him quite a lot of money – the witch was impervious to his compulsion and hadn't been impressed by his threats), he finally learned where is brother was hiding. It was so typical for Stefan.
.xXx.
This was archetypal small-town USA. Stefan had only moved here a few weeks ago, so he would stay for a few months, secure in the knowledge that Damon would never come here. Why would he? After all, there was little in the way of entertainment and no special attractions whatsoever.
Sighing, Stefan unlocked the door to the house he had claimed. His journal was still waiting on the table just like he had left it. Lately, there hadn't been much to write about. He sat down anyway and took up his pen.
A noise from behind him made Stefan look up and frown. The house was supposed to be empty, so how...?
.xXx.
After over a week of traveling, Damon finally arrived in the small town of Decorah, Iowa. It was quite scenic and boring. When Damon found the small house where Stefan lived, he was happy that he could enter without restriction. It meant that Stefan was living alone. The furniture was suitable and sturdy, but too bright for Stefan, Damon decided. He'd probably bought the house fully furnished.
A leather bound book caught his eye and Damon flipped through the pages. As he suspected, it was quite depressing, philosophical lamenting with some angry words about himself.
He put it back and decided to wait for his brother. For some reason, he was a little bit unsure as to how he should approach his Stefan. But then he heard someone coming in, going straight for the journal.
Damon stepped into the room, smiling slightly.
"Hello brother. I wanted to send an invite for our reunion at this year's big century party, but since I didn't have your postal address I decided to deliver it in person."
.xXx.
Hearing that voice was a shock. Fingers clenching around the pen he had been holding, Stefan refused to turn around. He schooled his face to indifference, made sure that his voice sounded firm, cold.
"Has it occurred to you that, had I wanted you to have my address, I would have left it for you?"
For the first time in his life, he truly didn't want to see Damon. He didn't want to get hurt again. Why couldn't his brother just leave him alone? At least this time Stefan didn't have a life he'd have to give up, hadn't put down roots.
"I guess it would be too much to ask for you to just leave?"
.xXx.
"Why so angry, brother? Don't tell me that you're still mad because of that incident in the Klondike. I told you, it was an honest mistake."
Damon walked around the table so that his brother had to face him. At least he looked his very best, dressed in the latest fashion. Holding up his hands in the universal peace gesture, he tried to appeal to his brother's emotions.
"Is it so hard to believe that I was worried about you? With that diet of yours, all kind of things could have happened to you. And when I heard that you never dropped in with our dear relatives, I decided to find you."
His brother looked different, haggard with an air of depression and forlornness radiating off him in waves. His eyes had changed as well, looking hopelessly, angrily at him.
.xXx.
Stefan smiled humorlessly. As usual, Damon was impeccably groomed, and Stefan resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his brother's obvious vanity.
"Yes, I'm sure it's been keeping you up at night. Particularly since nothing ever seems to happen to me when you aren't around. And I don't want to talk about it – not about any of your ... incidents."
For once, it seemed like Damon was the one who didn't know how to deal with a situation. Not intending to make things easier for his brother, Stefan closed his journal and leaned back.
"There's no need for niceties, Damon. Just tell me what you want. What will it take for you to leave me alone?"
.xXx.
Damon tried hard not to smirk and was able to look serious for a change. After all, what he had to propose was a serious idea.
"I'll tell you what I want. If you comply, I'll leave you alone after that."
He rested his hands on the table and leaned forward to look deeply into his brother's eyes.
"We spend the next few weeks together until after New Year's Eve. You'll allow yourself to live a little, get in touch with the world of the new century and – of course – I wouldn't mind … getting together. And just so you're comfortable, I won't touch the subject of feeding, as long as you don't look down on my choices."
"So, what do you say?"
.xXx.
Stefan didn't let himself flinch away as he thought about his brother's suggestion. Of course, Damon couldn't be trusted – at all. He didn't really believe Damn would actually leave after the year was over. Damon would do exactly what he wanted, would not go anywhere before he was good and ready. On the other hand, his brother was fully capable of spending eternity chasing Stefan, and that wasn't exactly a pleasant prospect, so, finally, Stefan just shrugged.
"Fine. Stay here, then. But I don't have to be happy about it. And if there are any bodies, the deal is off."
Stefan met Damon's gaze, willing himself not to soften as he looked into those familiar eyes. After all, they hated each other.
"So what now? We fuck?"
.xXx.
Damon seriously considered this. Seducing Stefan was one thing, but right now Damon decided to cheer his brother up. After all, how could he have fun if Stefan was brooding all the time?
"Nah, it's tempting, but no thanks."
He flopped down on a chaise longue and proceeded to flip through a newspaper he had bought at the train. Seeing the advertisements, he got some ideas.
"Have you ever been to one of the new kinetoscope parlors? Why don't we go to Minneapolis, there's much happening that you've been surely missing out on. Like the new Metropolitan building or the great automobiles. If we stay here, there's nothing fun to do anyway."
.xXx.
Finally, Stefan dropped his gaze, not sure whether he ought to be relieved or disappointed. He just didn't get Damon. Now it seemed like his brother was genuinely interested in spending time together.
But Damon hated him – that's what he always said. Well, Stefan would be on his guard, wouldn't give his brother anything he didn't absolutely have to. He hadn't chosen this, he reminded himself.
"If you say so. I've read about kinetoscope parlors, but I've never actually seen one. We can certainly go to Minneapolis, if that's what you want."
.xXx.
Damon loved how he could keep Stefan on his toes, always unsure of his true intentions. But in this case he wanted to be true to his word.
They went to the next train station with a carriage and boarded a train. Happily, Damon explained the technical details of the new steam engines, and continued his lecture about the newest developments with the automobiles. Since Stefan was quiet and taciturn, Damon provided the topics of their conversation, telling his brother all about his life over the last decades.
"So now you know all about me. What have you done the last years, brother? Did you read any good books?"
.xXx.
As usual, Damon's stories ranged somewhere between disgusting and amusing. Right now, comfortably settled in a first-class compartment, Stefan did his best not to listen too closely. It'd be too easy to find at least some parts funny.
"Well, since I was mostly busy trying to avoid you, my life wasn't nearly as interesting. And even if it was, I wouldn't want you to know about it."
Refusing to admit that he found Damon's presence rather invigorating, Stefan turned back to the window. The landscape was racing past them, carrying him away from the tranquil town he'd chosen for his latest home.
Stefan couldn't say that he minded.
.xXx.
Damon didn't quite know what to say. Deciding that alcohol was never wrong, he went to the dining car to get some. Stefan had changed so much, and Damon wondered why he couldn't just let his little brother be. But this was his baby brother. On one hand, Damon hated Stefan, had promised him eternal misery. But on the other hand…Damon couldn't help but worrying about him.
The gap separating them was getting bigger with every meeting and misunderstanding. But before Damon let himself feel any guilt or remorse, which he had been suppressing for decades, he reminded himself that there was still Katherine waiting in the tomb for him. And this time, it would be only him. His little brother was just a means to pass the time and nothing else mattered...
He returned with the scotch and the brothers spent the rest of the journey quietly nursing their drinks.
.xXx.
"Please excuse us for a second."
Ignoring the slightly offended gaze of the concierge, Stefan pulled Damon a few steps away. This was too much.
"No. Absolutely not. I'm not sharing a room with you. We'll get a suite with two bedrooms at the very least. Two suites would be even better. It's not like it will cost us anything."
Stefan crossed his arms in front of his chest, trying to radiate determination. What had Damon been expecting? He needed some sort of refuge, some place to feel safe, no matter how feeble an illusion that was as long as his brother was around.
.xXx.
Damon had to work hard to close his surprised mouth. He had asked for one room for both of them, and Stefan was resisting.
"Don't tell me you've turned into a prude, brother. Well, if we're not together in one room you surely won't mind if I invite some people for a snack."
Damon bent forwards, whispering in his brother's ear as close as he could without actually touching him.
"Are you sure that you won't miss my company in bed? I remember another time when you were begging for my touch." Withdrawing Damon smirked and went to the front desk.
"I apologize for my difficult brother, you know young people nowadays..." Damon rolled his eyes and continued to flirt with the concierge. "So we need a suite with two bedrooms," Damon decided. He would be damned if he let his brother hide in his own suite.
.xXx.
Stefan couldn't help but shudder at his brother's whispered words. He had no illusions whatsoever about the fact that they would eventually end up in bed together. However, he still hoped that he'd be able to retain some sort of privacy. And thank God, Damon seemed to be giving in...
Until they reached their suite, Stefan kept silent. Then he turned to face his brother.
"One more thing: I won't be blackmailed. You snack on people no matter what I do or do not do. You kill people no matter what I do or do not do. Don't think for a second you can trick me into thinking otherwise. You bought this time from me, but if I do not like something, I'll say so. You don't get to push me around."
.xXx.
Damon shook his head, grinning condescendingly.
"I get it, you're all grown up and independent now. You should be, after all, you'll turning 53 next year. My, my, still so good looking for such an old man."
He flopped down on a chair in their living room, putting his legs on the small table before him. It was liberating, letting go of all the manners their father had driven into them.
"And just for your information, I don't kill every human I snack on. It's far too annoying dealing with all the corpses if simple compulsion is all that's needed, especially in the cities where I mostly stay. And don't look so shocked, brother."
It was getting late, and Damon decided to leave it for now. "So what should we do tomorrow first?"
.xXx.
Ignoring Damon's contemptuous words, Stefan shrugged.
"Why don't we just have a look around the city. You said that there were some new buildings, didn't you? But I think I'll go to bed now – I'm tired."
Right now Stefan just wanted to be alone. If the past two days were any indication, the next weeks were going to be ... something. It didn't help that Damon was obviously trying to be good company. If anything, it made Stefan even warier. He wondered if his brother was going to insist that they share a bed.
.xXx.
Trying to be patient with his annoying brother, Damon cornered him in front of the door to Stefan's bedroom.
"Are you sure that you don't want to sleep in my bed?"
He brought their bodies as close as possible, looking deep into his brother's dark eyes. Leaning forward he whispered:
"At least give me a good-night kiss, little brother."
Slowly he brushed his lips over Stefan's, licking the outline and enjoying the familiar taste and smell of his brother. Before Stefan could decide if he wanted the kiss or not, Damon drew back.
"Off you go, brother, it's past your bedtime." Hopefully, his brother felt now as frustrated as he did.
.xXx.
Stefan couldn't help the small sound that escaped him as Damon suddenly pulled away. There was no denying that he had responded to the kiss, that his body wanted more. He spitefully locked the door of his bedroom.
It was therefore a surprise to find his brother sitting on the edge of his bed in the morning. Stefan frowned.
"What are you doing in here? I locked the door..."
Clearly, his brother had been watching him sleep. Stefan shivered a bit at the heat in those normally cool blue eyes.
.xXx.
When the next morning came, Damon decided that enough was enough. He had been compliant so far and had felt that Stefan was ready as well.
Opening the locked door was nothing, after all, that was a skill he learned when he was still human. Stefan was sleeping peacefully, and Damon sat on his bed watching him intensely. As if sensing his brother's presence, Stefan woke up.
"Even human me could have opened that door. So did you have any good dreams last night?" Damon asked, bending down, touching his brother's lips with his own. Finally, he felt a tiny response, and Damon plundered that delicious mouth. He couldn't hold back a moan at tasting his brother again after all those years. Impatiently, his fingers opened button after button of his brother's nightgown, baring that well-defined white chest to his hungry eyes. His fingers slipped inside, stroking down to grasp the hard flesh.
"Do you want me?"
.xXx.
"It was meant as a declaration of intent."
Then that mouth, his brother's mouth, was back on his own and again he found himself responding. Damon was moaning, lips warm and greedy as they devoured him. His own groan echoed his brother's as that skilled hand closed around his dick.
"No..."
But his voice was weak, shivery, and his hands were pulling Damon closer, on top of them. And, God, he did want Damon. It had been so long. Stefan had never felt such a confused mix of anger and lust, it made his head spin. He leaned in for another kiss.
.xXx.
Damon grinned at the contradicting actions of his brother. When Stefan was completely undressed, Damon drew back and gazed at that wonderful naked body, pale and strong. Stefan's arousal was obvious, straining upwards and Damon descended on it, taking the hardness into his mouth.
Finally, he could taste his brother's precum again. His own cock was straining in his pants, and he opened them with one hand. Taking his cock out, he turned on the bed until his erection was lined up with Stefan's mouth.
"If you suck me, I'll suck you."
.xXx.
Stefan groaned helplessly as those perfect lips closed around him. Already he was half-lost in pleasure and all he could think was that he wanted more. When Damon's cock was suddenly right in front of him, Stefan readily opened his mouth.
He had done this often enough to know exactly what his brother liked and, tongue stroking against the underside, Stefan angled his head to take Damon deeper. The low moan his actions elicited vibrated through his own erection.
.xXx.
Damon moaned around his brother's slick erection when Stefan finally took him in his mouth. The feeling of being sucked at the same time as giving head was exhilarating. It was just what Damon had wanted to feel since he began with the search for his brother.
Knowing that both of them wouldn't last long he gave as good as he got, swirling his tongue around the head and sucking the shaft deeper into his mouth.
There was no time for words. It was fast since they both knew what the other liked. Stroking his brother's soft balls, Damon swallowed and was rewarded when Stefan came. The vibrations of Stefan's groans pushed him over the edge a few seconds later.
.xXx.
Soon enough Damon's come flooded his mouth, tasting just like Stefan remembered. It was probably a good thing that he had come already – he wasn't at all sure that he would have been able to handle this during his own orgasm. He licked the slowly softening flesh clean, waiting until his brother was ready to pull out.
Stefan lay panting as the other vampire crawled up his body, trying to think of what to do now. He knew from experience that Damon would want to linger in bed, reexplore his body with possessive hands until they were ready for round two.
Once he was sure he was able to move, Stefan disentangled himself and got up. He headed for the bathroom.
"I need to wash. We were going to head out, weren't we?"
.xXx.
Damon sighed looking after his brother. Just when he had been ready for the next round, Stefan had to retreat. Well, at least this had taken off the edge off of his frustration.
When Stefan finally emerged, they silently walked around to the city center, watching all the changes in city life. They climbed up the New Metropolitan Building, the biggest building in the city, even if it didn't compare to the height of the Tour Eiffel.
But it wasn't in Damon's character to stay silent, and soon he tried to engage Stefan in conversation.
"So what do you think about the changes in society?"
.xXx.
Biting his lip, Stefan thought carefully about how to reply.
"It's something, isn't it? Part of it was the war, I guess. After that, everything changed – and I have a feeling that this is only the beginning. Who knows what things will be like 20 years from now? Things are happening so fast these days..."
They spent the rest of the day in pleasant conversation, although Stefan made sure to steer clear of all personal topics, not wanting to reveal anything truly intimate.
In the evening, they shared a bottle of wine in their suite. Finally, Stefan stretched and glanced towards his bedroom.
"Well, it's been a long day. I think I'll go to bed now. Will you stay up a bit longer?"
.xXx.
As nice as the day had been it got stranger in the evening. Damon didn't quite know whether Stefan was just playing hard to get or whether he really didn't want him any longer. But that wouldn't make sense considering his actions in the morning, so Damon concluded that his brother wanted him, but didn't want to be seen as weak or easy.
"I think I'll go to bed, too." He stood up and, after opening the buttons, shrugged out of his shirt. His hands lingered on the exposed skin, sliding deeper until he could undo his trousers.
"Don't look so shocked, little brother, you should remember that I like to sleep in the nude," he said and brushed against Stefan while retreating to his room.
"Good night, and…wet dreams."
.xXx.
As Damon undressed Stefan couldn't help but watch – and want. But he was used to his body wanting things his mind rejected. If he could ignore his hunger, he could certainly ignore this ... lust.
Besides, time was working to his advantage. The New Year was only a few weeks away and every day he managed to keep his distance was one more day Damon couldn't hurt him.
It wasn't easy, though. Once he was safely in bed, it was impossible not to slide his hand down his stomach and grasp his erection. Trying not to make any noise, Stefan kept glancing at the door. This time, it wasn't even locked.
.xXx.
Damon couldn't hear much from his brother's room, but the smell of arousal made it obvious what Stefan was up to. It was a hard decision to not just waltz over there and take what was his.
Shaking his head derisively, Damon did the same to take the edge off. He imagined a different Stefan, one who was forceful and fun, and it didn't take long at all to come. Drifting into sleep his fantasies turned into dreams.
The most prominent feature of this dream was their togetherness. They went hunting humans together, laughing and drinking, roaming through the cities while leaving a bloody path behind. This Stefan was ruthless, even more so than Damon, enjoying the feeding and the killing. It was great.
But then Damon woke up.
.xXx.
Stefan woke with a strangled shout. A strange dream had woken him, surreal and disconnected. Damon had been in it. Damon and blood – not that unusual in itself, but the way it had felt...
Over the next nights, Stefan fared hardly any better. Confused images kept haunting his dreams: Damon and him, feeding frantically from a victim trapped between them, licking blood off of his brother's body, stalking helpless humans through the night, fucking between red, wet sheets. They weren't nightmares.
By the fourth day, there were dark circles beneath Stefan's eyes and he was growing increasingly irritable.
.xXx.
The next morning had been surreal for Damon. In daylight, they went to explore the city, watching the new moving pictures, and he had even been able to convince Stefan to get into an automobile which he drove.
It would have been more fun, if his brother had opened up a little. Damon had still not been able to crack Stefan's prudish behavior, and he could hear Stefan wanking in the evenings and waking up with distressed shouts. After a few days, Damon's patience ran out.
"What is bothering you, brother? Aside from me, of course," he leered. Not waiting for Stefan's reply, he continued, "At least I am having no troubles sleeping. On the contrary, my dreams lately are quite intense. You should see yourself in those, see the fun we both would have together if you just stayed true to our nature. I especially loved the dream where we were fucking on sheets slick with the blood of our shared victims."
.xXx.
Stefan almost choked. Unable to form words, he stared silently at Damon. It wasn't possible. The same dream? He resolved to pay closer attention that night, try to figure out what was happening here.
Around three in the morning, the dreams returned. Stefan was soaked with sweat, achingly hard from some half-remembered scenes of debauchery. He stumbled to his feet and silently made his way to Damon's room.
His brother was moaning in his sleep, erection clearly visible through the thin sheets. Stefan shook him awake.
"What did you just dream about?!"
.xXx.
Disrupted by his brother's frantic movements Damon woke up from this wonderfully decadent dream. Frustrated because Stefan had awakened him just before he could come, he was quite bad-tempered.
"Why did you wake me up? Are you finally admitting you want this?"
He gestured to his body. But Stefan had fixed him with a hard stare, not letting himself be dissuaded. Damon sighed.
"Fine. If it is that important to you, I was dreaming about us again. We were running through a big park, ambushing a lonely couple at their picnic. You picked the woman, compelling her to strip while I drank from the man. Then we both switched places, you finished the man and I started to fuck the woman. You took her from behind and we shared the blood with heated kisses. And then, you had to disturb me. Now, don't you wanna do something about both our problems?" he asked and gestured to their erections.
.xXx.
It shouldn't be possible for Damon to force his way into his mind like this – but then, their very existences were an anomaly.
"You! You are doing this to me! You are making me see these ... things! You are trying to drive me crazy..." Stefan accused.
He was feeling crazy, out of control with lust and anger, and, with a growl, he threw himself at his brother. He wrestled with Damon for a moment, not quite sure what he was trying to do. His vampire face was out, but he was too furious to control himself. Then their groins connected and it was all pleasure. Snarling still, Stefan rubbed himself against his brother's stomach.
.xXx.
Moaning Damon thrust his hips against the delicious friction.
"I didn't do anything, but this can't be a coincidence. Ah, but do continue, brother."
Soon, his mind couldn't deal with the strange dreams since the action was right above him. Stefan was out of control and Damon relished in this. He let him have the upper hand, enjoying the rage and lust pouring out from him. Damon hadn't seen Stefan's vampire face often and never during sex.
"You look so beautiful like this, little brother, you should let it out more often."
He shredded Stefan's nightgown with frantic fingers, tracing the hard planes of his brother's body.
.xXx.
"Liar!"
He kissed Damon to silence him, but his fangs kept getting in the way, catching on those full lips and drawing blood. It was awkward, so after a moment he pulled back and licked bloody lips.
"How about tonight I fuck you for a change? After all, you dream about it, don't you? Don't even bother to deny it."
Stefan punctuated his words with a thrust of his hips, moaning at the contact, all the more satisfying since he had worked his way between Damon's legs and their hips were lined up perfectly.
.xXx.
Closing his eyes Damon let himself falling back into the soft bed, enjoying the dominating force of his brother above him.
"Yes! Do it then, brother, take me, like you did in the dreams. If you can."
Their naked bodies were rubbing together, driven by Stefan's furious movements. He bent upwards to kiss his brother's lips, letting out his fangs to draw blood as Stefan had done. The key was that you had to open your mouth wide to kiss with fangs, but then it was bloody delicious. Damon licked the blood dripping from both their lips, smearing it on their faces and chests, moaning with appreciation.
.xXx.
Briefly closing his eyes to regain some semblance of composure, Stefan groped around the nightstand. He retrieved the small jar of oil he had known he would find there – Damon's dreams were accurate in that, at least – and immediately plunged his hand between his brother's legs.
When he got the first finger in, Stefan groaned. He quickly added two more fingers, a rather cursory preparation, but Damon probably did this a lot. When his brother would have kept licking at his blood-streaked skin, Stefan growled again and pushed him back into the pillows.
"Enough. Now turn around," he commanded, thinking that it'd be less intimate this way.
.xXx.
Damon groaned with lust at that command. It had been so long that somebody had possessed him in this way, in fact, he could only remember his first vampire lover who'd done it so many decades ago.
Eager, he turned around, resting his body on his elbows while spreading his legs. Stefan's fingers had been slightly painful, but nothing that he couldn't take or enjoy.
"Yes, brother, do it. Show me that you're still a man beneath all that soft attitude. Show me your forceful vampire side, if you have one," he goaded, knowing that he would get the fucking of a lifetime if Stefan complied.
.xXx.
By way of answer, Stefan hurriedly slicked himself and slammed inside. Damon was so tight it was almost painful and Stefan gripped those slim hips tightly as he struggled to establish a rhythm.
Damon's back was slick with sweat and for once, he seemed incapable of speech – or maybe Stefan just didn't hear him. Blood was rushing madly in his veins as he kept driving himself into the body beneath his. Another thrust and another, each one dragging a moan from Stefan's throat. He didn't hold back, for once mindless of anything but his own pleasure. Only as an afterthought, he reached around to grip Damon's erection and jerked it roughly.
Stefan had no idea how long it lasted – it certainly felt like an eternity. Finally, when he knew that he would come soon, he plunged forward and buried his fangs in Damon's nape.
.xXx.
Damon couldn't hold the scream that tore out of his throat at the fast intrusion. But he got what he'd asked for and he savored it. His brother was moaning with every thrust and he answered with deep groans, pushing his back into the forceful movements.
"Yes, that's it, brother, just like this," he panted out.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the building pleasure. Never had anyone taken him so completely, with so much emotion. When he felt Stefan's hand on his cock and the bite in his neck he cried out loudly, unable to restrain himself when his orgasm overwhelmed him.
"Ah, Stefan!"
.xXx.
Once it was done, Stefan pulled out and sat back heavily. He felt empty. Usually, sex with Damon gave him hope. No matter how wrong the act itself was, if Damon could touch him with such desire and occasionally even with tenderness, it had to mean that there was some feeling left – or so he had told himself.
Damon himself seemed blissed out, eyes glazed and half-mast as he looked back over his shoulder.
"I should leave..." Stefan whispered, more to himself than to his brother. He really should. But what good would going to his room do him? Damon was in his mind...
.xXx.
The orgasm was one of the best Damon had ever had and after feeling the cool seed of his brother filling him up, he collapsed on the bed.
His vision was mixed with black spots and his ears were ringing. He looked over to his brother who seemed alert again–and depressed. When he made a move to stand up, Damon pulled him back with a weak hand.
"Stay." Sighing he turned over and confessed, "This was good, brother. Stay here."
Even though he wasn't used to snuggling, he hugged his brother closer, drifting back to sleep. But then, he wasn't used to getting such a good fuck either, was his last thought.
.xXx.
Briefly closing his eyes, Stefan enjoyed the embrace. Damon had immediately gone to sleep, but right now, he didn't seem to be dreaming.
Suddenly a terrible thought occurred to Stefan. Only a few weeks, Damon had said. What if a few weeks were all it took for whatever his brother his planning? Invade Stefan's mind, turn him into the vicious creature he had seen in those dreams. God, Damon had admitted that he had used a witch to find him – what if that wasn't the only spell he'd gotten there?
Think, Stefan needed to think. He forcibly calmed himself, pushed down the panic that was threatening to take over. After a while, he knew what he was going to do. For now, he'd have to play along, pretend that everything was normal, that he believed Damon's lies. And he needed to sleep.
.xXx.
Damon woke up with a smile on his face, but when he saw that Stefan wasn't in bed anymore it faded. Well, at least they had finally acted on the sexual tension, taking things into his own hands was getting old. He laid back and thought about last night, about how forceful Stefan had grown. If he hadn't been a vampire, he would have been quite sore.
Then his thoughts turned to the strange dreams. He was surprised that he had gotten this ability so soon, since his first vampire lover, André, had told him it would take about a hundred years to acquire. Sighing, he knew that he had to train to master this new ability. In comparison, conjuring fog was as easy as breathing.
How should he proceed with Stefan? Damon decided that he would act naturally around his brother. They didn't have to talk about this. In fact, they were both very good at avoiding serious conversations.
Damon got dressed after he'd washed up and went to find his brother. There was still some exploring to do in Minneapolis, like the Bell Museum of Natural History. He thought that his brother would like it very much.
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It was a rainy day, so they went to the museum. Ordinarily, Stefan would have found the various exhibitions fascinating, but as the hours passed it got more and more difficult to feign interest. At least Damon didn't bring up last night's events. Stefan wasn't at all sure he could have kept his composure if Damon did.
They returned to the hotel in the afternoon. Now came the next step of his plan: Seduce Damon. Stefan watched his brother carefully, trying to decide how to best accomplish this without raising suspicions.
Damon had immediately tossed his coat aside and poured himself a glass of bourbon. Finally, Stefan just stepped up and took the bottle. He took a fortifying swig, feeling the liquor burn its way down into his stomach. Then he kissed Damon.
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Damon didn't show his surprise at his brother's dominant nature, putting it down to the actions of last night. He enjoyed the soft kiss, turning it passionate as the minutes ticked by. At least neither of them had to breathe.
Since he didn't need more encouragement, he divested Stefan of his clothes, his own pulled off by his brother. They rolled around the floor, rubbing against each other until Damon took hold of Stefan above him. Biting his finger, he rubbed the warm blood over his brother's entrance, preparing him as fast as possible. He was so tight that Damon took his time, using three fingers in the end.
"Ride me! I know you enjoy being on top, so show me if you haven't forgotten how to do that."
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Stefan whimpered as the first finger pushed into him. Their previous tussle had left him painfully aroused and he pushed back into Damon's hand. He could feel his brother's eyes on him, sense his pleasure at Stefan's reactions. In retaliation, Stefan raked his nails across that pale chest, urging the other vampire on.
At Damon's words, Stefan growled. He reached behind to grasp his brother's erection, to position it so he could push down on it. As it slid in, Stefan squeezed his eyes shut, but he didn't slow down. He wanted to drown Damon in pleasure.
"You just going to lie there, then? Let me do all the work? Selfish..."
Stefan brought his hand to his mouth and bit into the soft tissue between thumb and wrist before offering it to Damon.
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In a small corner of his mind Damon wondered about the change in Stefan's attitude, sensing that something wasn't quite right, but the lust coursing through him pushed that thought away soon.
Greedily, he took the offered hand and sucked on the blood. Even though the taste was a mixture of animal and Stefan, it was delicious to Damon. It was his little brother's blood.
Abandoning the hand, he grabbed the strong hips and pushed Stefan up and down, faster and faster until he came, shouting. When he noticed that his brother wasn't quite there yet he slipped out of Stefan and kissed his way down to suck that delicious erection. Pushing one finger inside to stimulate the prostate, he stopped to bring his other hand up to Stefan's mouth.
"Bite me, little brother. Quid pro quo, right?"
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Too far gone to refuse, Stefan accepted Damon's hand, throat working to swallow as quickly as possible. The blood was stronger than what he was used to and it went right to his head. He was whimpering, hips arching to drive himself deeper into that sinful mouth. Stefan's head thudded into the carpet as he came.
For long minutes, Stefan lay panting, unable to rouse himself. But he needed to get moving. Finally, he managed to sit up and smile.
"Now I'm really hungry - we can't keep trading back and forth like that, it's not healthy."
Stefan stretched lazily and pushed to his feet.
"I think I'll go and hunt tonight."
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Damon chuckled at Stefan's comment. Blood sharing was really not healthy, at least not for the victims. He wanted to make a remark or suggest hunting together, but a small voice in the corner of his mind held him back. For some reason, he considered his brother's behavior strange and didn't want to corner him. After all, he had promised and for once he wanted to stay true to his word.
"You're quite right, of course. So I'll see you tomorrow? Have fun hunting."
He gave Stefan a lopsided grin and, grabbing a bathrobe, he went out to call a bellboy for a hot bath. Relaxing in the hot steam, later, he decided to get some blood himself. For him of course it was much easier, he could just go outside and compel some whore and nobody would be the wiser.
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"Yes, tomorrow."
After a quick detour to his room to get dressed and shove his journal into a pocket of his coat, Stefan left the hotel. It usually took him a few hours to feed since he had to get out of the city in order to find suitable prey. With any luck, Damon wouldn't miss him until the next morning.
Once he was safely on the train, Stefan relaxed a bit. He'd go to New Orleans and find the witch who had helped his brother – or, barring that, any witch or vampire who could tell him what Damon had done to him and how to defend himself.
Even now, those dreams were so very tempting. Stefan shivered a bit as he remembered the taste of fresh human blood in his mouth, the idea of a Damon who approved of him. Nobody really understood what a constant struggle it was to stay away from human blood – even now, he rarely managed it for more than a year or two at a time. And in a way, he wanted Damon just as much...
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Damon spent most of the night walking through the streets, biting people at random. It was fun this way, just nipping every other whore or drunken man. He had missed this a little since he'd been holding himself back while staying with his brother. But Stefan would take much longer to hunt, which meant that Damon could indulge himself.
When he returned to the hotel, dawn was already approaching. Thinking it would be a good idea to wake his brother for a nice lazy morning fuck, Damon went to Stefan's room. Surprised, Damon noted that Stefan hadn't yet returned. Frowning, he looked around. Nothing seemed amiss. The room was as Stefan had left it, clothes and other personal belongings strewn around.
"I wonder…" Suddenly suspicious, Damon looked for the boring journal Stefan kept, knowing that his brother always took it with him. It wasn't there. Enraged, Damon went outside to track his brother's scent.
"He must think I'm stupid," he growled. There he had been, all nice, not killing anyone and indulging his brother and Stefan had the nerve to flee without reason. Arriving at the train station, he asked the clerk about the last train, and was told that it'd left at midnight, bound for Mason City. From there Stefan could have gone anywhere. Damon decided to follow him and took the next train that was due to leave in a few moments.
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It was just his luck. The train had had to stop for several hours because the rails had been obstructed and now he was stuck in Mason City for most of the day. It couldn't be helped, though.
Shifting a bit on the uncomfortable bench he had claimed, Stefan thought about how furious Damon would be. For a moment, he wondered whether he was doing the right thing. But it was too late anyway. By now, his brother had to have realized that his plan had been thwarted and Stefan was missing.
Another train was arriving. Not long now and he'd be back on the road. Stefan had never been to New Orleans, but while he would usually be intrigued by the prospect of a new city to explore, right now he was feeling only apprehensive. At least that stifling panic was gone.
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In the few hours the train ride took, Damon calmed himself and actually thought about what could have been gone wrong. The only thing that came to his mind was how frantic Stefan had been after noticing that their dreams were connected. Trying to remember if he'd ever told Stefan about this possible ability for vampires, he realized that he hadn't.
Arriving in Mason City, Damon took an unneeded breath and told himself that he would at least clear up this misunderstanding. Whether his brother would believe him was another question altogether.
He wanted to ask a conductor about his brother, but then he saw the familiar figure lying on a bench in the waiting area. He walked over there and sat next to Stefan's feet. Without preamble, he spoke calmly:
"I never told you about the dreams. No wonder you panicked. If you don't run away again, I'll explain."
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Stefan's eyes flew open, but he managed to suppress his body's instinctive urge to fight or flee. There were too many people around and, considering the circumstances, Damon sounded relatively calm.
"I don't think there's any need. It's obvious, isn't it? You've been playing with my mind to turn me into some sort of twisted copy of yourself. The only thing I don't know is whether it's a spell or some sort of ability you developed on your own."
Damon was staring at him as if Stefan had lost his mind. For the first time since he had found out about their shared dreams, a small doubt was rearing its head. Was it possible that he had gotten it wrong?
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As he had thought, Stefan had gotten it wrong. But Damon couldn't blame him for his mistrust. Their shared history didn't quite create trust.
"It is a vampire ability to project dreams into the subconsciousness of a human or another vampire. But I didn't know that I've already obtained it. André had told me that it takes about a hundred years."
Stefan was still looking unbelieving and Damon hurried to explain more.
"That's why I didn't understand this was happening. Since I connected with your mind in the dreams, my dreams centered around you and, well, my subconscious thoughts about our relationship. That's what I was projecting to you, it wasn't deliberate. Like the ability to conjure fog, it will take a while to master."
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Stefan bit his lip. Damon's hand was resting on his ankle, loosely for now, but he obviously wouldn't be able to escape.
"Even if I believed you – can you make it stop? Because as you might have noticed, I don't want you anywhere near me, let alone in my mind. ... You might want to go back to your André," he added a little spitefully, unable to suppress the flash of jealousy he felt every time Damon mentioned the unknown vampire.
The last two weeks had been difficult, and Stefan was uncomfortably aware that his brother wasn't the only one to blame. He, too, had done everything he could in order to amp up the tension, thinking only of punishing Damon for the pain he had caused. But still...
"If I believed you, what now? Are you going to offer me new terms?"
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Damon smirked at the obvious jealousy in Stefan's voice. His hand went up Stefan's leg, caressing the muscled calve, reassuring his brother with his touch.
"The only vampire I'll ever come back to is you, little brother. I haven't seen André since my first year after the turning, and I certainly don't plan on doing so now."
Stefan looked doubtful, but Damon took his hand and pulled him up.
"I don't know if I'll be able to stop, but I'm quite sure that if we were to share a bed and room it would be easier to control. You could wake me anytime..."
There was still time until New Year's Eve and Damon had the perfect idea where to spend it.
"Come on, let's go to Chicago for New Year's. I'll behave and leave after the holidays as promised, and you are going to have fun! That's my offer."
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It was probably only because of Damon's earlier words, but finally Stefan nodded his head. This was, he knew, not a good idea. But then, an open conflict wouldn't be either. And although Damon prided himself on being a good liar, Stefan was just as good at reading his body-language – and right now all the signs were implying that he was actually telling the truth.
"All right. I'll try. I'll even sleep in your bed, if you think that'll help."
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TBC
I'm so sorry for not updating for such a long time. The story IS finished, it was just life getting in the way :-). Now I'll try to update regularly, at least every two weeks.
Thank you all for your lovely comments, I'm always so happy to read about your thoughts!