Title: Eternity
Author: Ayumie und CrowX
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Damon/Stefan
Word count: 9189
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: Thanks to everyone who reads and reviews, and very special thanks to my fast betareader dysprositos.
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ETERNITY
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Chapter 6
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They reached Chicago the next day, and Damon insisted on getting rooms in the most expensive hotel – which turned out to be rather more sumptuous than the one they had occupied in Minneapolis.
True to his word, Stefan moved the new things he had acquired into the room his brother had claimed. He looked around and finally sat down on the bed to take off his boots.
oO*Oo
When they arrived in Chicago they went to a nearby shop to buy some essentials, since they had only the clothes they were wearing and money with them.
Damon sprawled out on the big bed in their luxurious suite, which was more to his taste than the hotel in Minneapolis. When he saw Stefan putting his things in their shared closet, he frowned and got up.
"What's that? You call these clothes? Nah, this won't do, tomorrow we are going to buy suitable clothes for us. We are the Salvatore brothers after all, and have to make an appropriate impression."
oO*Oo
Stefan rolled his eyes. The clothes looked perfectly fine to him – perhaps a little drab, but warm and serviceable. Damon was clearly exaggerating.
"I don't really need different clothes. But if you want to get a few things, that's fine with me."
Suddenly, he realized that he hadn't thought to buy a nightshirt. Stefan sighed. Well, now it was too late, and it wasn't like Damon had never seen him naked.
Which was part of the problem, of course.
Keeping his back to the room, Stefan took off his shirt and pants and carefully folded them over a chair. When he turned, he found his brother naked already and lounging shamelessly on top of the covers.
oO*Oo
Grinning at Stefan, Damon enjoyed the impromptu show. He had thrown his own clothes haphazardly on the floor next to the bed, unashamed of his naked body. Trying to gauge Stefan's mood, he began to touch himself, lazily tracing his nipples.
His brother's eyes were fixed on his hands, and Damon stroked down to touch his growing erection.
"We are thinking along the same lines, since you didn't bother to buy a nightshirt. Don't you want to touch me?"
oO*Oo
Resisting the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, Stefan stepped closer. The head of Damon's cock was peeking through his fingers, already hard and flushed as it was teased to life.
"You know that I do. I just really shouldn't..."
But even as his voice trailed off, Stefan had reached the foot of the bed. He crawled up Damon's body to claim a kiss. Right now, he wouldn't think about the right or wrong of things. It wasn't like it would change anything, and by and large Stefan was a very practical person.
"Do you have anything particular in mind for tonight?"
oO*Oo
Contently, Damon kissed back and after a few moments switched their places.
"What about the good old-fashioned me-taking-you. How does that sound?"
Worshiping Stefan's strong body with his hands, he reexplored every part of it, brushing the sensitive spots with his lips, enjoying the way his brother's breathing changed. After all the passionate sex with a dominating Stefan, he wanted to reclaim the upper position and go slowly in contrast to the frantic pace they had adopted in Minneapolis.
When he reached his brother's erection Damon started to lick it base to top, sucking on the head and cupping the soft balls, using every bit of his knowledge to drive Stefan wild.
oO*Oo
Closing his eyes, Stefan couldn't help but reach down and twist his fingers into Damon's hair. Whenever he was with his brother, the pleasure seemed to be sharper, less controllable. The way his body responded to Damon was nothing short of disgraceful.
At the feel of that clever tongue on his cock, Stefan whined. Already he was making all the small, undignified noises he kept promising himself he'd turn off, no matter how much Damon seemed to like them. Pulling his legs up to give his brother better access, Stefan tried to think of something else – anything to keep himself from coming right that minute.
Clearly, practice did make perfect and Damon knew exactly what he was doing. He was taking his sweet time about it, too, driving Stefan nearly insane with lust.
"God, Damon... Please..."
oO*Oo
Smirking at his brother's pleas, Damon looked up at him. Stefan had his head thrown back into the pillows, biting his lips with closed eyes.
"Look at me, brother, I want you to see what I do for you," he commanded.
Propping Stefan's hips up with a pillow, he spread those long legs further apart. Damon grabbed the hard erection, licking down to the soft balls until he reached the tight hole. Rimming it with his tongue, he moistened the skin and pushed his tongue deep inside. He took his time to prepare Stefan with his tongue and slick fingers, enjoying the exquisite noises his brother produced.
Once he deemed it enough, Damon crawled up to kiss the sweet lips of his brother.
"Do you want me to take you? Hard? Tell me!"
oO*Oo
Whimpering helplessly, Stefan looked down. Damon had him spread out in an obscene manner, dark head moving tirelessly between his legs. Soon Stefan was writhing, struggling against the hard grip that kept his hips in position.
By the time Damon moved up to kiss, him, Stefan was more than ready. He eagerly opened his mouth, fingers scrambling against his brother's back as he tried to pull him closer.
"More! Want ... need... more. Please, Damon. Don't make me beg for it."
He would beg, Stefan knew it. If Damon didn't move soon, he would say anything in order to get that touch.
oO*Oo
Damon smirked at his pleading brother. This was just how he had imagined their reunion. Drawing back, he slicked himself up with the oil he'd bought.
"For nearly two weeks you have denied me, using your own hand instead of coming to me. And now you expect me to give you pleasure just because you asked?"
He shook his head, looking down at his brother. Grabbing Stefan's erection, he didn't move his hand.
"Beg for it!"
oO*Oo
Trying to thrust into that tormenting hand, Stefan bared his teeth. Trust Damon to turn this into one of his wicked games.
"Might deny you even now. What if I just finish myself off?"
But Stefan was aching for it, for Damon to move his hand and to finally thrust inside of him. The one time in Minnesota hadn't been enough, and he had been far too tense to enjoy it much.
"What about you, Damon? Don't you want it? I thought that this is what you've been waiting for? Why wait any longer..."
oO*Oo
Damon couldn't deny the truth in Stefan's words. He was achingly hard, just waiting for his brother to give in. Of course, Stefan was resisting him, not longer the easy boy he had been at their first time together.
And it occurred to him that it would be fun to see Stefan falter if he gave in first. That was something his brother would surely not expect, and Damon always was one for keeping his Stefan on his toes.
"What the hell, you're right."
He grabbed those slim hips and drove his throbbing erection inside Stefan's slicked ass, groaning loudly at the tight fit.
oO*Oo
As Damon slid in, it was enough to drag a cry from Stefan's lips. He hadn't really expected Damon to give in this easily and, consequently, he needed a moment to adjust. Even though it was slightly uncomfortable, Stefan immediately arched his hips, trying to take his brother deeper into his body.
Damon's face was a study of pure bliss. Soon they were moving together and Stefan was begging after all, a string of small, broken words asking for more, harder, deeper. He needed this.
But the hand on his cock still wasn't moving.
"Please, Damon, please!"
oO*Oo
Damon loved how Stefan was always so beautifully responsive, giving in without wanting to. He loved the small needy noises Stefan tried to swallow unsuccessfully whenever he hit the prostate, and the way he was pleading and begging for his touch.
Lost in the throes of pleasure, Damon didn't care about anything anymore. He bent down to kiss his brother messily, all the while growling and moaning himself. Giving in, his hand began to stroke Stefan's weeping erection relentlessly up and down.
With fast undulating thrusts, he was getting close, and Damon opened his eyes to look into Stefan's black eyes. His brother's face was relaxed and tense at the same time, but Damon couldn't read the look in those unfathomable eyes when he brought them both over the edge. He couldn't help that at that moment his own emotions were easily decipherable and surely there wasn't a trace of hate, condescension or contempt to see.
oO*Oo
Damon was looking at him strangely, looking at him in a way that Stefan could have sworn he had last seen on his brother's human face. It was just his imagination, of course. Damon hated him, and here he was stupidly falling into the same trap yet again.
Then Stefan was too far gone for any sort of coherent thoughts, his body moving on its own accord as he felt orgasm draw close. He came hard even as Damon collapsed on top of him.
Both vampires lay still for a few minutes. Finally, Stefan twisted out from under his brother and brought a wet towel to clean themselves. He got back into bed afterwards, though.
oO*Oo
Damon happily scooted over to make room for Stefan when he crawled in bed. He had thought that there would be further arguments, but was very satisfied when his brother complied.
"Good night, Stef," he murmured and possessively drew him flush against his body, pulling the covers over both of them.
That night, he unintentionally connected their dreams again, but in some part of his mind Damon knew what he was doing. To keep it Stefan-friendly, he subconsciously imagined the sea with its roaring waves and wind. That was, after all, the way he'd gotten to sleep as a human during the Civil War.
oO*Oo
The sun was already high in the sky when Stefan woke. For the first time in almost two weeks, he had slept well. His brother's arms were tight around him, barely allowing him to turn and face him. Damon's eyes were open. They looked at each other for a moment. Not quite sure what to do, Stefan quickly dropped his gaze.
"Good morning..."
The kiss that followed was surprisingly sweet, tongues rubbing against each other, tracing the curve of their lips with only the faintest nip of teeth. With his eyes closed, Stefan could almost convince himself that the last thirty years had never happened.
oO*Oo
Damon couldn't help but smile… nicely. Never lovingly, that wasn't him, at least he was telling himself that. Stefan seemed to be well rested but uneasy.
"Good morning, Stef. Sleep well?"
Stefan nodded, and Damon decided to go easy on him and not pursue any action so soon after the last time. He got out of bed, feeling full of energy.
"Come on, let's get dressed. The city is waiting for us. There are shops to plunder, buildings to see, people to annoy… And you don't even have to hunt – at the Union Stock Yards, you'll definitely get a lot of blood. I'm curious about how the city has changed since The World's Fair six years ago."
oO*Oo
Stefan looked at the obviously-expensive shop with apprehension. They had spent most of the morning exploring the city, and he had hoped that Damon would forget about buying new clothes.
"Is this really necessary? I'm perfectly happy with the clothes I've got – I don't need anything else."
But Damon was already pulling him inside, imperiously gesturing for an assistant to attend them. A sense of foreboding filled Stefan as he watched his brother survey the various styles and fabrics. He barely managed to get a word in as he was being measured, and what suggestions he did make were summarily dismissed.
oO*Oo
Damon was in his element here at the sophisticated clothing store. Since Stefan clearly didn't know anything about the current styles and cuts, Damon ordered the shop assistants around and after a few hours, he was finally satisfied. Stefan was now wearing the most fashionable clothes in the best materials available, as Damon himself did. Arranging for the rest of the clothes to be delivered to the hotel, Damon pulled out his checkbook to pay the immense amount.
Seeing his brother's incredulous stare, he explained.
"Did you really think that I live from hand to mouth or by just compelling everyone? I have several bank accounts, and I also hold shares in many different companies all over the world. I am not stupid, little brother, even if you find that hard to believe."
Smirking, he pushed some bags into Stefan's hands. "Consider the clothes a late birthday present for the last three and a half decades or so…"
oO*Oo
Stefan didn't really know what to say. Protesting that there was no way he was going to need seven fine coats had done him no good whatsoever – nor had pointing out that he didn't even know where he was going after the holidays. In his opinion, Damon had also taken far too much pleasure in making sure his new clothes fit, running his hands over Stefan's body in a most inappropriate manner.
Finally, Stefan smiled and refrained from asking how, exactly, Damon had gotten the money for his bank accounts and company shares. There was really no point.
"Thank you. Although I'm still not sure what I'm going to do with all of these. Perhaps we ought to go somewhere nice tonight? Then I'll wear them at least once."
oO*Oo
Damon grinned, happy to have gotten his way again. He threw an arm around his brother's shoulders, steering him back to the hotel.
"And I've got the perfect place to go to in our new finery. There's the grand Auditorium Theatre, quite new and very palatial."
They went back to the hotel to get dressed, and Damon ordered an automobile to drive them there. He thought it extremely funny how Stefan looked at it distrustfully.
The show was quite exquisite, and Damon enjoyed an evening having a cultivated conversation with his brother, surprising him by holding his own in intellectual things. Afterwards, he suggested to go to a varieté for drinks and more low-level fun.
oO*Oo
Even Stefan had to admit that it had been a wonderful evening. He had also had a little too much to drink, which perhaps explained why he suddenly found himself enjoying Damon's company. At least Stefan now had an inkling as to what was happening: They were playing pretend. For some reason, Damon was currently pretending that they were ... friends.
They returned to their hotel in the early hours of the morning. The second the door closed behind them, Stefan pounced. Infected by the playful mood of the past few hours, he tugged at his brother's tie and collar to mouth at the pale skin beneath.
"Got you..."
oO*Oo
Damon laughed happily, playing along with his brother and started to chase him around the room. It was even more fun since they could jump onto the furniture and slam each other into walls without any problems.
After a while, he let himself be pinned to the ground.
"You got me. I give up. You're much stronger than me, Stef..." It was like time traveling, they were back to the pre 1864 years, being brothers as well as best friends.
"Now what do you want with me, helplessly held hostage by the big, bad Stefan Salvatore?"
He wriggled his hips, thrusting their groins together. Licking his lips, he stared deeply into his brother's eyes.
oO*Oo
"I'm going to make you scream..."
Stefan all but attacked his brother's mouth, cutting his tongue on the sharp fangs. He groaned at the taste of his own blood. Impatiently ripping at Damon's clothes to bare his chest, he moved down to mouth at the soft skin he found.
The scent of his brother's arousal went straight to Stefan's head, as did the feel of those strong muscles bunching beneath his hands. Finally, he pulled Damon's pants open.
"You're so beautiful..."
At times like this, Stefan wished that he could touch Damon always. Instead, he contented himself with leaning down and sucking the tip of Damon's cock into his mouth.
oO*Oo
Damon gasped and gripped his brother's silky hair to steer him towards his erection.
"Why, thank you, but you're just as beautiful," he replied huskily. "Especially with your red lips closed around my cock like that."
"And even though we have different opinions about cuisine, your blood tastes so good. Want to have more."
Urgently, he pushed his hips up.
"Ride me, little brother. Ride me and feed me! Or do you want to do something else?"
oO*Oo
Using his lips and tongue in the way he knew Damon liked best, Stefan drove the other vampire to the brink of orgasm before pulling away. He would have loved for his brother to come into his mouth, but Damon's suggestion sounded even better.
Stefan used his vampire speed to fetch a small jar of oil. Dipping Damon's fingers into the slick liquid, he led his hand to his ass.
"Get me ready, then. But this time I'll set the pace. No taking over control in the middle of things – I won't be moved around like a rag-doll."
At the first thrust, Stefan groaned. No matter how often he did this, the initial intrusion was always something of a shock and he had to will his body to relax.
oO*Oo
Stefan clearly knew exactly how to drive him to the edge, but stopped just before.
"Demanding, aren't you?" Damon chuckled, but complied.
Moaning, Damon thrust upwards but tried to keep himself passive. If he was honest to himself, he loved how Stefan was taking control. His little brother was the only person ever to do this to him, not that he would tell him that. After so many decades, they were nearly equal in age and experiences, and Damon knew that their strength would be the same if not for Stefan's choice of diet.
Finally, his brother was moving, increasing the speed to an inhuman pace. Damon clawed at the carpet, arching upwards in pleasure. Stefan was stroking his own cock, and Damon couldn't look away from this sinful picture of lust.
oO*Oo
This was wonderful. For once, Damon was doing his best to restrain himself and Stefan could move to his own liking. He was stroking himself, a slow, teasing touch to draw this out even longer. Damon was watching him with hungry eyes and Stefan smiled.
"Touch me. Now."
He pulled Damon's hand onto his cock, moaning at the feeling. Not long now. Upping the rhythm once again, Stefan leaned forward.
"You ... wanted to feed, didn't you? Are you hungry for me, Damon?"
Tilting his head, Stefan bared his throat.
oO*Oo
Aroused and hungry, Damon rose up and kissed that delicious neck before he sank his fangs into the cool flesh. His brother's blood was instantly flowing into his mouth, quickening with his heartbeat. Savoring it, he circled Stefan's cock, caressing it lovingly.
"Take some of mine, too, little brother."
He tilted his head backwards and slightly to the other side so that Stefan's lips came to rest on his neck just above the jugular.
The pain of Stefan's bite mixed with the arousal and the pleasure he got from Stefan's blood. Groaning, Damon realized that they would never get more intimate than this.
oO*Oo
They were so close, Damon's cock deep in his body, their bodies pressed together, fangs buried in each other's throats to exchange blood. When they came – almost at the same time – they swallowed each other's screams.
Stefan shivered a bit, wincing as they pulled apart. He slowly pulled himself to his feet, looking at his clothes.
"Well, now I know why you buy so many clothes. I don't think that this coat can be fixed."
It was true. The fabric was stained with blood and other things, torn and crumpled where they had pulled too hard to get it off.
oO*Oo
"Well, it's only ever with you that the clothes wear out so quickly," Damon replied, grinning. He went to the bathroom to fetch a wet cloth and began to clean up, first Stefan then himself.
"But the carpet will be more of a problem. Nothing a little compulsion can't take care of, though." He nodded to where his tight grip had damaged the carpet. Feeling tired, he crawled into bed, urging his brother to join him.
"Come on, let's sleep. You've worn me out…" Damon took care to empty his mind, imagining the roaring ocean again.
oO*Oo
This time things went more smoothly. Of course, the tension was still there, buried beneath the pleasant exterior, but by and large the two of them got along well. They slept in the same bed and spent their time together just as Damon had wanted.
Stefan still held a part of himself back, though – his real thoughts about many things, the questions he kept asking himself, and most of all anything to do with their past. It was better this way, or so he told himself.
Christmas was drawing near, and one afternoon Damon insisted on going out alone. Refraining from all comments, Stefan used this chance to enjoy some quiet time.
oO*Oo
Damon thought it would be great to surprise his brother, since Stefan would never expect this. On Christmas Eve, he went out and bought a small tree with silver ornaments and red candles, one of the recent customs he liked.
Knowing what Stefan liked best, he searched many antiquarian bookshops and finally found the collected works of Tolstoy in Russian. Running over to the Union Stock Yards, he bought large quantities of pig's blood for their Christmas dinner. On the way back to the hotel, he found a bakery with many delicious smelling Christmas cookies.
Back in their room, Damon made sure that everything was in place, waiting for Stefan to come back. At least vampire speed and hearing was helping in that department, so he could light the candles just before his brother came in.
oO*Oo
When he opened the door, Stefan froze. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The room had been transformed – clearly Damon had been planning this for some time.
Conflicting emotions chased each other across Stefan's face. On the one hand, it was impossible not to be impressed – and touched – by this gesture. On the other hand, he hadn't celebrated Christmas in twenty years because he didn't want to make a travesty of a holiday he had used to love and he knew that none of this meant anything to Damon.
In the end, Stefan smiled and shook his head.
"You have lost your mind."
oO*Oo
The surprise was a success, but Damon noticed the distrust flickering over his brother's face. But there was nothing to do about it, because technically Damon was deceiving him, using him as a distraction until he could get Katherine back. He couldn't tell Stefan that they could be at peace about the betrayal of her, since he didn't want his brother to know that she was still alive.
Shrugging it off, he smirked back.
"Since we're spending Christmas together, I thought we should celebrate it. Of course, back then there wasn't a Christmas tree, but I like the modern idea."
He poured them both some blood and handed Stefan a glass.
"So cheers! And I even got you something you'll like, but no peeking until tomorrow morning."
oO*Oo
Sniffing at the offered blood, Stefan was relieved to find that it wasn't human. He took another look around the room, using the time to think. A present. At least, if it was bought it probably wasn't ... alive. Hopefully.
"This is lovely. I am afraid that I didn't buy anything for you. Although I am sure we will be able to find something you ... like ... in the morning. Are you also planning on attending church?"
It had taken Stefan years to work up the courage to try and set foot on holy ground, but either there was no God or he didn't care what happened on this earth, because Stefan could enter even the grandest churches with no sign of divine retribution. The idea still troubled him.
oO*Oo
Grinning lasciviously, Damon gulped down the blood, trying hard to not make a face at the bland taste.
"That would be the best present for me, you know? Yet I'm not so sure whether I should go to the midnight mass. You know what I thought of religion as a human and trust me, being a vampire hasn't changed that. But if you want to go, I'll accompany you without fuss."
"Though it would be very funny to play with the people, making them do untoward things… ahh, the possibilities…"
Seeing the look on his brother's face, he tried to look innocent.
"No, really, I'll behave if you want to go. If you make it up to me afterwards…"
oO*Oo
Stefan shook his head, not knowing whether to be amused or horrified at his brother's ideas. He shuddered to think what Damon would do to those poor souls.
"No. There would be no point. If it's fine with you, I'd rather just stay in and enjoy all of this. After all, you went to the trouble to get all these things. The tree is beautiful."
He went to pour himself another goblet of blood and drank. The smell of the tree was strong in the room, reminding Stefan of the woods they had used to play in.
"But if I have to wait for my present, so do you. How about a game of chess to pass the time? Do you think you can beat me?"
oO*Oo
"I'll try my very best," Damon answered, but knew that it would be a hard fight for even just a draw. It was very rare for him to defeat his brother.
They played until sunrise, and Damon was only able to get one draw in contrast to the three lost games. The candles in the tree had long gone out, only a small table lamp lighting the chess set with the yellow light bulb.
"I give up, brother, it's obvious that you'll win this one again. Maybe we should play poker, then I could win, too," he said, pouting a little bit.
"But now it's morning and time for presents!" He was eager to see whether Stefan liked the books, a foreign emotion that he had last felt as a human. And of course he was eager for Stefan's present.
oO*Oo
Although Damon had lost most of the games, beating him at chess was never easy and Stefan had relished the chance to really play. He hadn't been able to find a worthy opponent in a while.
Now Damon was pushing a beautifully wrapped gift at him, so obviously enthusiastic Stefan couldn't help but smile. He unwrapped it carefully, taking the time to untie the ribbons. The books were amazing and somehow exactly what he had wanted.
"I – thank you," Stefan finally choked out. Trying to hide how this gift had touched him, he blinked and looked up.
"So have you thought about what you would like?"
oO*Oo
Delighted that Stefan loved the books, Damon took a few more minutes to think about it. It was a loaded offer, but he decided not to exploit it. However, since he was going to leave in a few days and since his brother was the only person he ever allowed to dominate him once in a while, he knew what he wanted to do.
"I want you to tie me to the bed, naked, and I want you to take me. Be as forceful as you can, brother, make me beg."
Just thinking about it made him hard. He'd bought some strong ropes in preparation a few days ago. Those would do nicely.
oO*Oo
Listening to Damon's words, Stefan's eyes widened and heat pooled in his stomach. He wouldn't have thought that such a thing would appeal to him, but it did. Licking his suddenly dry lips, Stefan nodded.
"Take off your clothes and get on the bed. Bring some rope."
The mere thought of his brother naked and spread out beneath him was tantalizing. Leaning forward, Stefan breathed into Damon's ear.
"Hurry."
He went to the bedroom to wait for Damon, leaning back and crossing his legs in a show of nonchalance. After all, he wasn't supposed to be the one who fell apart with lust. That was for Damon...
oO*Oo
Filled with heat at Stefan's words Damon complied and returned to their bedroom with the ropes. He faced his brother and began to take off piece after piece of clothing. Stefan was doing his best to appear unconcerned, but Damon knew him too well to be deceived.
However, this was a fantasy and Damon easily succumbed to the illusion. Naked, he crawled onto the bed, fastening the ropes to each bedpost. He pushed a cushion under his ass for better access and looked over to Stefan who watched the proceedings with interest. Reaching down he lazily stroked his erection.
"Everything's ready for you. Tie me up already!"
oO*Oo
Chuckling darkly, Stefan tied Damon up, pulling him down the bed until the ropes were taut and his brother had no leverage whatsoever. He had no real plan, but was enjoying himself immensely.
"Correct me, if I'm wrong, but I don't think you're in any position to make demands. After all, I'm supposed to be in charge here..."
Stefan trailed a finger down Damon's cock, already hard and leaking against that flat stomach. He immediately pulled away when the other vampire tried to thrust against his palm, though.
A quick glance confirmed that there was some oil waiting on the bedside table. Making sure that Damon got a good view, Stefan pulled his pants open. He moaned softly as his erection was freed, well aware of those hungry eyes on him. However, right now there was nothing his brother could do to hurry things along.
oO*Oo
Damon tried his bonds and found no leeway. Of course, he could tear the ropes with his vampire strength, but that wasn't the general idea of this game.
Stefan's finger was teasing and his slightly sadistic laughter was a big turn-on. Damon was surprised that Stefan was playing his part so well. Succumbing to his brother's dominance wouldn't be as hard as he thought. He wanted to be brought to the brink.
Moaning, he watched Stefan take out his cock, leaving all his clothes on. Being the only one naked only increased his sense of helpless.
"Do you want to fuck me? I want to suck you, want to touch you, Stefan. Or should I call you 'master'?"
oO*Oo
"That won't be necessary. And perhaps I'll even allow you to suck my cock – later. For now, I think I'd like to feed."
Angling Damon's leg to his liking, Stefan let his fangs slice into that muscled thigh, even as his fingers traveled higher. The blood was sweet, rich like animal blood never was and, for a moment, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop.
"Mmmh, nice."
Then Stefan's fingers found that snug hole and pushed in, roughly stretching Damon in preparation. He was supposed to be forceful, so he'd have to take care not to overdo it.
oO*Oo
Damon growled when Stefan sucked his blood, the speed by which it was taken weakening him considerably. It did nothing though to diminish his erection.
"Do you like the taste of my blood, Stef? Do you feel the power it carries?" he asked sultrily.
The finger inside of him twisted harshly and Damon cried out, the pleasure mingling with pain. But before the pleasure could dominate, the pressure was gone. Aching, he collapsed back onto the mattress and panted. Now he really felt out of control.
His brother continued to touch him with feathery touches. Needy noises escaped him, unable to hide how much Stefan's touches affected him. Damon couldn't say how long it went on, but it felt like eternity.
"Stef, don't make me wait!"
oO*Oo
Even though Stefan was feeling more than a little out of control himself, he didn't speed things up. Touching Damon like this was pure pleasure and he wasn't going to curtail himself.
"Just look at yourself, so desperate. Ask me nicely, Damon. And maybe I'll touch you."
Briefly bending down to lap at Damon's cock, Stefan immediately pulled away again. He was aching to get inside his brother, but didn't allow himself even a shiver.
oO*Oo
His brother didn't even look bothered by the slowness of the proceedings. If Damon had been less self-assured, he would have doubted that Stefan wanted him as badly as he wanted his brother. He would never have imagined Stefan to be such a good actor in the bedroom. He tried to rub himself against Stefan's leg, but to no avail.
"Touch me, little brother."
Seeing Stefan's nonchalant expression, he knew he'd have to do better. He waited for a few more seconds that seemed to last forever, but his brother just kept stalling. At the brink of utter frustration, he cried out:
"Please! Please touch me, Stef, please take me. Please!"
oO*Oo
Now that Damon had said the words, Stefan moved with lightning speed, only briefly pausing to slick himself before he pushed inside. He groaned harshly but didn't pause, hips snapping forward to drive himself deeper into that tight hole. Because of his tied wrists, Damon couldn't push back against him.
"Is that what you wanted? What else? More? Harder?"
Stefan still wasn't really touching Damon's cock, was only holding his hips as he set a steady rhythm. Seeing his brother like this, spread out and desperate, was incredible, and it was all Stefan could do not to lose it right that minute.
oO*Oo
Finally, Stefan was inside but he still didn't really touch Damon. His brother even took care not to brush his prostate too often. The need was burning inside of him.
"Yes, Stefan, but touch me, please, your hand on my cock."
He pushed his hips upwards as far as he could without dislocating his arms, trying to get any friction at all. Eventually Damon wasn't even aware of his words, a flood of pleads whispered in a hoarse voice.
"Whatever you want, brother, please make me come," he begged.
oO*Oo
Hearing those words was almost too much. Feeling his face change, Stefan growled and drove himself even deeper into the body beneath his. Damon was clenching around him, was honest to God screaming as he closed his hand around that hard cock.
It didn't last long after that. Stefan groaned helplessly, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations. They tumbled over the edge together.
Afterwards, Stefan undid Damon's bonds with shaking hands. He all but collapsed next to his brother and closed his eyes.
He had no idea what had gotten into him.
oO*Oo
Damon was barely conscious, the intense orgasm and the blood loss had weakened him considerably. He stayed on his back, still shuddering with the last shocks of pleasure. There wasn't one thought running through his fried brain, just flashes going off behind his eyelids.
It took some time until Damon was able to open his eyes. His hands were still above his head where they'd been bound, but freed now, he moved them down to his brother, touching his shoulders.
"Thank you for your present, little brother. It was unbelievable," he admitted. Closing his eyes he dozed off, barely hearing his brother's reply.
oO*Oo
Stefan woke around noon. He rolled out of bed and fetched some of the pig's blood left over from last night. Damon wouldn't like it, but he was pale and plainly in need of sustenance and there was nothing else at hand. Placing the glass onto the nightstand, he got his new books and a dictionary
Out of boredom, Stefan had spent some time studying languages, but his Russian was nowhere near good enough to tackle Tolstoy without aid. He wasn't able to concentrate, though. It was only one week until New Year's Eve. Would Damon really leave? With a start, Stefan realized that he would be lonely without his brother. He wondered if Damon felt the same way. They probably shouldn't have started sleeping in the same bed...
As though on cue, Stefan felt his brother stir.
oO*Oo
The smell of blood woke Damon, and hungrily he sat up, gulping down the glass of blood. At the taste, he couldn't help but make a face.
"You couldn't have lured the maid inside for me?" he asked, only half seriously. Laughing at Stefan's scandalized face he reassured him, "Just kidding."
Leaving Stefan to his books, he went to clean himself up a little. After the fun last night, he decided to go to a brothel to feed. Letting his brother know about his plans, he placated him. "Don't worry, no permanent harm will be done."
The next days were spent in the same companionable fashion. Damon succeeded in cheering his brother out of brooding, and they were almost bonding outside of bed, too. Stefan's sleep seemed undisturbed and Damon was glad to have more control over his new ability. Far too soon, though, New Year's Eve was approaching.
oO*Oo
On New Year's Eve, they were a little drunk even before sunset. The whole city had turned out to celebrate the new century and in spite of the cold, the streets were crowded. At Damon's suggestion they had abandoned the grand hotels and fancy dining rooms for the night and instead gone to celebrate in the rough quarters of the city.
As always, the alcohol made Stefan reckless and a little boisterous, something he usually disliked but that suited this particular situation. The atmosphere was that of a carnival. Nobody seemed to mind that Damon had his arm around Stefan's shoulder and kept leaning over to whisper into his ear.
oO*Oo
The whole city was a big party, everywhere on the streets there were people playing accordions, guitars and violins, singing and dancing. Around every other corner was the expected doomsayer or religious fanatic, but overall it was fun. Damon held his brother close, not wanting to lose him in the crowd. No one cared anyway.
When midnight was near, Damon pulled out a bottle of champagne he had swiped earlier from some rich people passing by. He didn't need a pocket watch since midnight was announced by the ringing of the church bells.
"Happy New Year, little brother!" he screamed over the roaring. He kissed his brother without second thought, right now everybody was hugging and kissing everybody.
"So what do you think this century will be? The 'scientific century', a 'titanic century' or the 'era of astronomical discovery'? I personally like the 'turning point in the history of the world' the best. We will see it after all. And just imagine, celebrating the turn of the millennia in just 100 years. Amazing."
oO*Oo
Stefan responded enthusiastically to Damon's kiss. The alcohol was warming his blood, making him reckless. Suddenly an idea occurred to him. At Damon's question, he shrugged.
"Science sounds good. I think we've seen only the beginning. But listen ... since we've been pretending anyway ... Could we try something tonight? Remember how we talked about what things would have been like if we had started ... this ... when we were still human? I'd like to do that again only ... more."
He didn't breathe while he waited for Damon's reply. Stefan wasn't at all sure what kind of reaction he'd get, but after all this was supposed to be their last night together...
oO*Oo
Damon licked Stefan's lips after feeding him some champagne. Taking a big swig himself, he realized with surprise that he was a little hurt. Pretending … was this what Stefan thought it was? Disregarding that matter for the time being, Damon remembered the discussion they had had a few decades ago.
"Mhm, I could do that. But you should act the way you did just after the time at the beach when I showed you how to use your hand. You remember? When you were fourteen?"
Stefan's flushed face was speaking for itself. Damon linked their arms and they went back to the hotel through the throng of celebrating people.
After they closed the door to their suite behind them, Damon turned to Stefan.
"So you had a question, little brother? About how to relieve tension, you know, like in the mornings? Should I show you?"
oO*Oo
By the time they reached their hotel, Stefan was tense with anticipation. He hadn't really thought this through and – more importantly – didn't have any idea what Damon would make of this game.
Stefan bit his lip and tried to remember what things had been like back then. He had loved his brother so much, had looked up to him, trusted him. As he looked at the present day Damon, he imagined that this was the brother he had lost back then.
"Yes ... please. I've been ... doing what you showed me but it's not enough ..."
oO*Oo
Seeing Stefan bite his lips, Damon knew he would have no problem imagining a human Stefan. It had been a favorite mannerism of his brother all those years ago. Trying to remember how he had been back then, more compassionate, less sarcastic, he drew a hand through his hair, ruffling nervously, a gesture of his he had lost after the turning.
"It never was for me either, Stef," he sighed as though in deep thought. "There is always the option of some loose women, but father would never approve of you doing that. And he would hear about it, trust me. I know."
He approached his brother, laying a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Would it help … if maybe, maybe if I touch you? Just to relieve the tension?" he asked with an uncertain voice.
oO*Oo
This was perfect. Just the memory of those hands on him was enough to make Stefan painfully hard and he found himself nodding breathlessly. He sat down on the bed, making sure to appear nervous and insecure.
After a moment, Damon sat down next to him, slowly stroking his shoulder. Stefan tentatively reached out to trace his brother's arm.
"Is there – is there something I should do?"
oO*Oo
Damon sat beside Stefan and his hands traveled down to Stefan's hips. Carefully, he brushed one hand over the naked skin on Stefan's back while he opened his trousers with the other.
"If you want to you could, you know, touch me? But you don't have to." Damon murmured, looking up into Stefan's eyes. Licking his lips, he focused on Stefan's, wanting to kiss them.
"Would you mind, if I touched you here, too? They look so soft …"
Leaning in Damon brushed his lips over his brother's as lightly as possible.
oO*Oo
Stefan immediately reached out to run his hand over Damon's chest, drawing a shuddering breath as his thumb found a nipple. Even back then, he had thought his brother beautiful and used every chance he got to touch him – innocently, or so he had thought. It had probably been torture to Damon.
When Damon's lips brushed against his, Stefan immediately tried to follow. He kept the kiss innocent, close-lipped, but when that clever hand pushed into his pants, he opened his mouth to moan.
"Did father ever get angry at you? For ... for consorting with loose women?"
oO*Oo
Damon moaned quietly at the contact. He remembered now how much his brother had been in need of touch at that age. It had often made him harder than any women could.
"Yes, it's a small town and I was desperate. The next day he yelled at me and hit me. But after some years I realized that there was no pleasing him anyway, and I did whatever I wanted to do."
Damon slipped his tongue into the barely opened mouth, exploring it like it was the first time. His fingers wrapped themselves around his brother's clothed erection, stroking it in a slow pace. After a while, he drew back.
"Is this all right, can I continue?"
oO*Oo
Whimpering into the kiss, Stefan thought that had he really been his younger self, he would have come already. As it was, those slow caresses were driving him all but crazy. It was probably on purpose, too. Then the touch stopped all together.
"Don't stop! I need ... more. Of course, only if you don't mind. Should I ...?"
Bringing his own hand to Damon's belt, Stefan pretended to hesitate. After all, payback was only fair.
"So what was it like? Being with those women?"
oO*Oo
Groaning, Damon thrust his groin into Stefan's hands.
"Don't hesitate, brother, it feels wonderful." He pushed Stefan's trousers down and proceeded to open his shirt, kissing every inch of bare skin. Sucking on the nipples, he pushed his hand into Stefan's underwear, making contact with the heated flesh he found there.
"Those women aren't really interesting at all. It was their job to relieve me, nothing more. And do you want to know a secret? I don't mean to disturb you, but I often went to those women after you'd hugged me or touched me. I was so in need and when they took care of it, I thought only about you. Is this wrong?"
It was true that Damon had had those thoughts, but after the turning, he had lost all moral considerations along with his conscience.
oO*Oo
Pressing closer to Damon, Stefan moaned against his neck. Finally, that strong hand closed around his cock even as his own fingers struggled with his brother's trousers.
"It is. It's wrong, but I've been thinking about you, too. Want you so much. Want you to touch me, kiss me. Please, Damon..."
By way of answer, Damon pushed him back onto the bed. Stefan's nipples were aching from the treatment they had been given earlier and he needed more. He pulled Damon down against him, arching his hips to rub their cocks together.
oO*Oo
Damon wasn't sure if human Stefan would have been this bold, but right now, he didn't care. The maddeningly slow rubbing felt heavenly and Damon thrust his erection against his brother's, kissing him deeply the whole time. But then he remembered Stefan's request and drew back.
"If we come like that, it won't help with the tension, believe me. Do you want me to show you all there is to do? Are you ready for that, little brother?"
By way of explanation, he bent Stefan's knees and trailed a finger down from the soft balls to the hole, circling it slowly.
oO*Oo
Everything was moving a bit faster than it would have in reality. But even though Damon didn't seem to realize it, Stefan had always been his for the taking – at least he had used to be. Back then, he wouldn't have thought anything of begging for Damon's touch either. Morals weren't really a match for teenage hormones.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Stefan let himself twist into his brother's touch. In those days, he would have only had a vague idea what was being asked of him, but there was no doubt in Stefan's mind that he would have given Damon what he wanted. After all, this was his big brother, who would never do anything to hurt him.
"What ... are you going to do...?"
oO*Oo
Damon stopped his movements and his hand returned to Stefan's erection, stroking it very slowly so as to not make him come too soon. Thinking back to a virginal Stefan without any idea of what was happening, he started to explain.
"It's the only way two men can be with each other like a man and a woman. And believe me, the little pain in the beginning is so worth the pleasure later. There's a spot inside of you that feels like heaven when touched either with a finger or my cock."
He pulled Stefan upwards and kissed him passionately, tweaking his nipples with his fingers.
"So do you want to try it? But I have to warn you, in the beginning it hurts."
oO*Oo
Panting helplessly, Stefan arched into his brother's touch. He made sure to look a bit doubtful even as he nodded in agreement. When the first finger entered him, he made a strangled noise.
"You won't ... hurt me. You wouldn't. But how do you know what to do?"
He probably should be feigning more difficulties, but at that point, Stefan was too far gone to do anything but move into those skillful caresses. He groaned loudly as Damon found the perfect angle.
"So good!"
oO*Oo
Damon laughed when his brother began to moan. His cock was nearly bursting with anticipation to be inside that tight heat. Taking his time to prepare Stefan as thoroughly as if he really were a virgin, he thought about the question. Deciding to be honest once again, he answered.
"It was by accident, more or less. In a brothel in the city, I met a girl who was actually a man in women's clothes. So the men with special inclinations could pretend to go to a woman, you see. He showed me how to do it to him. But I went away before anything really happened. I was too uncomfortable with the idea."
He touched Stefan's prostate with one finger, prodding it slightly.
"How's that?"
oO*Oo
Fingers clenching into the sheets, Stefan writhed helplessly. He didn't dare touch himself – he was too close already. If Damon kept this up, he would be going crazy before they even really started.
"God, stop! Gonna come, if you don't. Please..."
Damon's teasing was making it impossible to think clearly. The kiss that followed didn't help. Stefan kissed back frantically, sucking on the tongue that kept thrusting into his mouth. Since he was still supposed to act like his younger self, he didn't know how to get Damon to hurry the hell up.
oO*Oo
Drawing back, Damon slicked himself up. He saw that his brother was near the edge and gripped his erection tightly at the base.
"Wait for me, little brother. I want to feel you around my cock, want to thrust inside you."
He put his brother's legs over his shoulder, bending over him, and slowly pushed inside that strong body. Heat surrounded him and Damon groaned loudly. When he was completely inside he paused.
"You feel so good, Stef. Never want to let you go!"
oO*Oo
For a moment Stefan couldn't speak. Thanks to Damon's tight grip on his erection, he was a bit less out of it – enough for those words to hurt. Stefan shook his head.
"You always leave me. ... You go to college, to join the army and I..."
The next thrust was rougher, enough to make Stefan cry out. Again, his body arched from the mattress in the way that sometimes had him wonder if maybe his body had all the wrong instincts. Fingers digging into those broad shoulders, he urged Damon on. His brother was staring hungrily at his neck and Stefan wondered whether he was going to break the fantasy in order to feed.
oO*Oo
Stefan was arching beautifully into Damon's thrusts, throwing his head back. Damon's eyes were fixed on the veins there and he was aching to bite. But he wanted to stay in the fantasy and so, albeit regretfully, refrained.
"Maybe I always leave you, but only to always return. Didn't I, Stef?" Again it was just the truth. "And don't you worry, I'll always find you."
He relaxed the grip on his brother's erection, stroking up and down. Then he started to thrust in earnest, feeling the familiar build up. Groaning, he gave in to the feeling, losing himself in the pleasure.
oO*Oo
Even after the last wave of pleasure had subsided, Stefan kept his eyes closed. As always after sex, he felt a little bit dirty, slick with sweat and other things that were just waiting to dry and itch. Right now, though, he couldn't muster the energy to get up and clean himself. When he sensed movement at his side, Stefan shook his head.
"Not yet."
He didn't want the illusion to be over yet. Tomorrow, Damon would probably refuse to leave and they'd get into a big fight. Presumably, he'd also learn just what kind of game his brother had been playing for the past two weeks. There was no doubt that things were going to turn ugly.
For now, Stefan just wanted to be held.
oO*Oo
Hiding his smile, Damon got up to fetch a wet cloth, cleaning his brother and himself. Hugging Stefan from behind, Damon took a nap but didn't let himself fall asleep too deeply.
A few hours later, it was still dark outside and Damon gathered up his belongings, leaving only his shirt he'd worn behind in exchange for the one Stefan had put on that evening. He left quietly, paying for the suite out of a rarely felt courtesy, and left a letter on his pillow, saying:
Stef,
As promised, I will leave now. This time around was really nice, don't you agree?
Do pay a visit to our dearest cousins, nieces and nephews. Since I helped them financially, they can't deny us. They have to invite you in and we have a room just for us. You can store all your boring journals there. I won't look, promise.
If you like, we can meet in Mystic Falls, let's say on All Hallows Eve in five years, 1905?
Do not brood too much and look after how you dress, all right?
Take care,
Your big brother Damon
P.S. I never pretended …
oO*Oo
When Stefan woke, he was alone. He walked through the suite only to discover that there was nothing left of his brother save a small, folded note and an old shirt. He read Damon's words with growing disbelief. There had to be something he was missing, some sort of angle that would explain why his brother was doing this.
In the end, Stefan gave up. He tossed the note into the trash, but folded the shirt and packed it away with his own new clothes and books. Perhaps he really would visit their relatives. It would be good to have a real home again. Perhaps he'd even go there five years from now. After all, there was no telling what Damon would do, if he didn't show up. The last thing he wanted was for his brother to come after him again. The last thing he wanted was Damon's company.
TBC