Title: Eternity
Authors: Ayumie and CrowX
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Damon/Stefan
Word count: 7216
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: I can't stress enough how fast and accurate my beta reader is. Thank you so much!
And thank you for the nice reviews of the guests: Nutty, Denna, TVDaddicted and Nate. Sorry about missing Klaus, this chapter would be great with him, but alas, we wrote it before he made an appearance.
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ETERNITY
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Chapter 8
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Damon went back to New Orleans at the end of the Great War, as the humans had called it in the beginning. He had been in Europe for a while, and even though he imagined himself to be void of any feelings, the scenes he had witnessed were disturbing to say the least. After the disaster of Mystic Falls just 17 years earlier, Damon had been restless. He had only come back a few times to his hometown and one time briefly met his brother.
But now Damon enjoyed this lively city so much that nearly five years went by without him going anywhere else for a longer time. Carnival was approaching, and Damon took great care with his outfit. This year he was going to be an oriental warrior, carrying with a real scimitar. He thought he was hallucinating when he suddenly heard a carefree laugh, sounding so much like his human brother decades earlier.
xxXOXxx
Lexi was incredible. Even though it was still s few nights early, she had insisted on putting on her full costume, an elaborate medieval gown that made her look even more beautiful than the short, glittery flapper attire she usually preferred these days. They had been in town for a several weeks, long enough to know a few people, and they were currently trying to figure out which animal each of them resembled.
Stefan had his arm around that slim waist, carefully shielding her from the press of the crowd. Lexi always teased him about being the perfect gentlemen, but the second he forgot his courtesies she gave him her best impression of a maiden aunt scolding an unruly kid.
When Stefan spotted Damon, he froze, instantly tense, wary. Lexi caught up quickly, eyes flicking back and forth between the two men. They didn't really look much alike, but she drew the right conclusion.
"So, you must be Damon."
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Damon took in the sight of his younger brother, arm in arm with a stunning blonde in a medieval dress. Stefan's formerly smiling face was frowning unhappily and a surge of jealousy rushed over him.
"Well, well, well, I take it Stefan bragged about his better-looking older brother. Nice to meet you, my lady. Would you tell me your name?"
He bowed over her hand and kissed it while whispering so low that a human couldn't hear it:
"Why, little brother, not done playing with your food? I thought you were back to the bunny diet."
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Stefan shook his head. He should probably warn Damon. Then again, he had been looking forward to this meeting for a very long time.
"It's not what you think. Lexi is a friend of mine. And, as a matter of fact, I'm fully in control of my cravings."
Realizing that Damon hadn't yet figured out that she, too, was a vampire, Lexi suppressed a small laugh of delight. Considering what Stefan had told her, the man deserved to be taken down a notch.
"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, sir. I have heard so much about you. What brings you to this beautiful city? Stefan and I are here to enjoy the carnival."
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Damon gave her his famous flirtatious smile. She didn't look like your average virginal girl. On the contrary, she seemed to be a woman who knew what she wanted.
"Lady Lexi, that name is as beautiful as it is rare. I have stayed in this town for quite a while, enjoying its many amusements. But what are you doing with my brother? Knowing him, his company must be terribly boring. Well except for the nights. He can be a real animal in bed, yes?"
He threw a smirk in the direction of his brother, wondering how Stefan would take this almost revelation of their decidedly un-brotherly activities. It was fun messing with Stefan's life and Damon was looking forward to the evening. Maybe they could engage in a ménage-a-trois, it wouldn't be the first time.
xxXOXxx
If Lexi hadn't known all that there was to know about him already, Stefan would have panicked just about now. As it was, he just smiled and left the answer to the lady in question.
Lexi's eyes narrowed. Apparently Stefan hadn't been exaggerating. She could see the charm, the fascination he would hold for many women, but she didn't think that she was going to like Damon very much.
"That's not a very nice thing to say – and about your own brother, no less. As a matter of fact, I find Stefan's company utterly delightful. In every way."
They had left the crowded main-street and turned into an all but deserted alley. Sensing the growing tension, Stefan took a step towards his brother.
"Well, it's certainly been a surprise running into you here. Perhaps we should meet again later? In private?"
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Damon raised an eyebrow at her defiant tone. Something was a little off. Usually humans shied away from them or were attracted to them. But to reprimand him like that, there seemed to be more to her than the naked eye could see. But Stefan's words reassured him since naturally his mind interpreted Stefan's question into something less innocent.
"Absolutely, dear little brother. I reside at the Chateau Dupre in the French Quarter. Would you like to meet me there, Stef?"
Turning away from the woman so she couldn't see his leering face Damon took a step into Stefan's direction, whispering in his ear.
"Can't wait to taste you again, make you come while I pound into that tight ass of yours…"
xxXOXxx
"That's not what I..."
Knowing that Lexi would have understood every single word, Stefan was mortified. To her credit, she didn't show any sign of it as the two of them slowly walked away. Lexi did wink at him though, pitching her voice in a way she knew would carry.
"Good Lord, he's arrogant, isn't he?"
Stefan couldn't help but chuckle. At the mouth of the alley Lexi paused briefly to look back over her shoulder. For a moment she allowed her face to shift, eyes darkening and fangs peeking out.
By the time Stefan made his way to Damon's hotel, it was already late at night. Torn between apprehension and anticipation, he stepped into the room.
"Damon?"
xxXOXxx
A clearly embarrassed Stefan and his girl went back to the festivities and Damon looked back at them, smirking slightly, only to lose his grin when the girl - Lexi - was looking back at him. For a moment, he thought he'd imagined her features changing to those of a vampire, but apparently they had had him fooled for a while.
Even with the added irritation, Damon was looking forward to the evening, thinking about ways to get his brother into bed once again. When Stefan knocked on the door, Damon opened, only dressed in his trousers and gave his brother a glass of whiskey.
"So when did you meet your lovely vampire girlfriend? At least it's not a guy. You do remember your promise, I hope?"
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Accepting the drink, Stefan moved to sit on the couch. For a moment, he was tempted to let Damon think that Lexi was his girlfriend. In the end, he opted for the truth, though.
"Don't worry, I remember your threats. I meant what I said earlier: Lexi and I are friends – we don't sleep together. And we met about twenty years ago and have been in contact ever since. She told me to ask you to join us for afternoon tea tomorrow, by the way."
He could see that Damon didn't like this at all, although Stefan wasn't quite clear on the 'why.' Surely he was allowed to have friends? Being with Lexi made him happy, she never failed to support him and she was the one person he felt he could tell anything at all.
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Sighing, Damon thought about it quickly, but really, even though he didn't like that anyone but himself could make Stefan that happy; he wanted to get to know the woman.
"If it pleases you, Stefan, then I'll join you tomorrow. So I take it that Lexi is a really old lady?"
At least Stefan remembered this promise and Damon decided to play nice, at least for now. He moved to his brother's side as close as possible, putting his hand on Stefan's thigh and slowly stroking up and down.
"Did you tell her everything? Even about us sleeping together?"
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"Old enough for you not to try anything funny."
Biting his lips, Stefan tried to ignore the hand creeping up his thigh. He took another deep swallow, feeling the whiskey burn down his throat. Of course he had always known how this evening would end. His brother's next words were enough to make Stefan frown.
"She knows. Lexi is my best friend – I don't keep any secrets from her. And I'm telling you this now, so you won't spend all of tomorrow afternoon dragging up every humiliating incident to find out whether I tried to hide it from her."
By now Damon's hand was inches from his groin. Stefan shifted impatiently, too aroused to care how needy he seemed.
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"Oh, little brother, you're a spoilsport. I was so looking forward to tell her about our manifold encounters all over the world, taking each other in every way possible."
Damon pouted and had to hold back a smirk when Stefan's eyes looked anywhere but at his lips. He had reached Stefan's growing hardness and his left hand began to caress him through the trousers. It was slow but Damon liked the opportunity to catalogue all of Stefan's little sounds all over again. Throwing his right arm over Stefan's shoulder he touched his nipple, circling it through the linen shirt.
"Mhm, but I'm not unreasonable. I'm sure you'll find some way to dissuade me from sharing every story about you."
xxXOXxx
Moaning softly, Stefan arched his back. This wasn't at all what he had expected, all slow and languid and not like they hadn't seen each other for years. And why wouldn't Damon at least open his pants? And God, that mouth...
"Oh, feel free to talk about that – Lexi will enjoy it. But I'm going to suck you anyway. Just so you can tell everyone what a slut I am tomorrow... "
Stefan let himself slide to the floor and worked his brother's belt open. Damon tasted just like he remembered, sharp and utterly addictive. He licked down the length of that hard cock only to come back up with a grin.
"More?"
xxXOXxx
Damon laughed heartily. Stefan's bold actions never failed to surprise him. Soon, though, his laughter turned into moans. His brother knew exactly how to touch him.
"Oh yes, Stef, show me how much of a slut you can be. And about Lexi – there's no chance that she would agree to a threesome? I haven't had one with just vampires, and it ought to be great."
He carded his fingers through Stefan's hair, enjoying its softness while pushing him towards his hardness.
"But meanwhile suck me, Stef. And then I want to see you pleasure yourself, spread out on the carpet."
xxXOXxx
Humming under his breath, Stefan let himself be guided down. He took Damon in as deep as he could, relaxing his throat until he could comfortably swallow around Damon's hard cock. Closing his eyes, he let himself enjoy the sensation – this was one of the rare times he could be sure of Damon's reactions.
Stefan had been planning to tease his brother longer, to take him right to the brink before breaking off, but now he found that he couldn't stop. He needed to feel Damon come in his mouth.
Afterwards, Stefan sat back on his heels and licked his lips. He was still fully dressed, his own erection aching against the tight constraint of his pants.
xxXOXxx
Damon was a little astonished that Stefan didn't tease him for longer, but with a deep groan he came, pushing himself into his brother's mouth. He didn't blink as he took in how Stefan's swollen lips encircled his cock, swallowing every drop.
"You have to give yourself some credit; you suck better than any whore I've encountered so far, Stef."
He tucked himself back in the trousers and knelt in front of his brother, slowly opening his vest and shirt. Like a favorite gift, he carefully unwrapped him with Stefan moving as he directed. Soon, his brother was naked, and Damon pushed him slowly backwards until Stefan was stretched out on the expensive carpet.
"Your white skin is a wonderful contrast to the deep red of the carpet," Damon commented. "Like a beautiful piece of art." He bent over his brother to kiss him for the first time in years and then drew back.
"Touch yourself."
xxXOXxx
Eagerly responding to Damon's kiss, Stefan gave a little moan of disappointment when he was once more left without any touch. There wasn't anything to do but obey. Knowing that Damon wouldn't relent, Stefan slowly started to caress his own chest. He shifted to make sure his brother had a good view even as he let his own eyes drift shut.
Stefan sighed as his own hand closed around his erection. He probably ought to be grateful that Damon still thought him beautiful. It weren't his own hands that he longed for, though. After a while he looked up, eyes dark, pleading.
"Please..."
xxXOXxx
Damon sat back and enjoyed the show, realizing that Stefan's moans made him hard again after such a short time. Maybe he was just starved for sex with his brother. When Stefan began to plead, Damon did lose all patience himself and slid to the ground next to his brother.
"When you beg as prettily as that…"
With fevered movements, he began to worship Stefan's body, touching his chest, stroking his nipples until he closed his mouth around his brother's erection. He couldn't remember when he had given head the last time, but it must have been with Stefan, since he would never do that for anyone else.
Lapping at the head, he sucked lightly at first, savoring the salty taste until he swallowed the length. Stroking Stefan's soft balls, it didn't take long until he felt his brother's release.
xxXOXxx
Finally, Damon was touching him. Stefan whimpered, arched his hips to get more of that addictive contact and finally came into Damon's mouth with a scream. It took him a few moments to recover.
Lazily propping himself up on his elbows, Stefan looked his brother up and down, noting his renewed state of arousal. He raised an eyebrow.
"Again? How long has it been for you?"
Leaning over, he kissed Damon. The first time together after years of separation was always heady, their desire like a sleeping beast that was suddenly roused.
xxXOXxx
Playfully biting those swollen lips, Damon snorted.
"I'm not a monk like you, I have enough sex, but with you it's different, nothing can ever equal that. And I have missed our times together. It has been … what … 15 years? No wonder I'm starved."
He gripped Stefan's hips and carried him over to the couch. Leaning back, he positioned his brother on his legs and began to caress the hidden entrance, working him open. With satisfaction Damon noticed that his brother's cock was hardening again at his touch.
"Want to see you riding my hard cock, feel your ass clenching around me. What do you think?"
xxXOXxx
Feeling those long fingers push into his body, Stefan moaned. He hadn't thought that it was even possible for him to grow hard again so soon, but then Damon found his prostate and he could do nothing but shudder. Of course, he didn't believe a word his brother said.
"You don't have to sweet-talk me – in case you didn't notice, we're already doing it. Besides, what makes you think I'm a monk? You just don't know when to stop. Always have to have everything you fancy the second you see it..."
Damon's mouth was so close to his neck, fangs scraping the skin above his jugular. The fingers inside Stefan's body twisted, scissored and he cried out. From somewhere, his brother had snatched a small jar of salve and slicked them both.
xxXOXxx
Chuckling, Damon withdrew his fingers and instead began to push his cock inside the tight heat. It felt like coming home, he realized.
"Well, I just fancy fucking you right now."
Finally, every inch of him was buried inside of Stefan. Bending forwards, he kissed his brother, first the lips and then his neck. Even though Stefan's blood wasn't very tasty due to the animal diet, it had its own merits. Damon's fangs broke through the pale skin and Damon moaned with delight as he sucked his brother's blood, feeling the incredible connection once again. But he needed more and, panting, he whispered in Stefan's ear:
"Ride me, brother, and bite me."
It was more a request than a command.
xxXOXxx
This had always been one of Damon's favorite positions. Perhaps it had something to do with how close they were, with how easy it was to imagine that they were actually together in a way that mattered. Stefan moved sinuously, waiting a little bit longer before he sliced into Damon's neck. He didn't want to take too much – it might be dangerous.
Soon, they were moving together, lips fastened on each other's necks, moaning around mouthfuls of blood. Drawing Damon's hand to his cock, Stefan whimpered. They came almost at the same time.
Stefan winced a bit as he slid to his feet. He hesitated. His clothes were strewn around the room and, as usual, Stefan wasn't quite sure whether his brother would want him to stay or leave.
xxXOXxx
Choking on a swallowed scream, Damon came forcefully, pumping his hips up into his brother's ass. Licking up the last droplets of blood, he leaned back panting, his muscles tired after all the activity.
Even though these encounters had been happening for so long that Damon had lost count, Stefan always behaved lost and insecure afterwards. Of course Damon found it ridiculous, but also a little bit endearing.
"Do you have a curfew with that best friend of yours? Because in the next room there's a big bed waiting for us, perfectly comfortable for a nice, long sleep."
He stood up and without waiting for a response he grabbed his brother's hand, dragging him towards the aforementioned bed.
xxXOXxx
"Oh, no need to worry on that account. Lexi isn't big on curfews. Too many gentlemen callers, you see."
After a brief detour to the bathroom to wash off the worst of the blood and grime, Stefan crawled between the sheets. Already a little sleepy, he decided that he didn't care what Damon thought and shifted until their legs were touching.
Hours later, Stefan woke up with his brother plastered against him. Not wanting to disturb Damon, he took the opportunity to study that familiar face. It was incredible how little they had aged – outwardly, at least. When those eyes opened, though, a stranger was looking back at him. Stefan smiled a little bit sadly.
"Good morning."
xxXOXxx
Damon ignored the sadness his brother was radiating and threw a leg over Stefan's, settling his already hard cock against his brother's. Smirking, he replied:
"It's always a good morning waking up like that, don't you agree?"
He lazily kissed his brother, exploring that familiar mouth once again. There would be another time for aggressive, hard sex, but right now Damon was indulging himself in Stefan's sweetness. He rubbed against the awakened erection, already near the edge.
"You know what's nearly as good as this? Flying. After tea we could go to my new aero plane. Would you like that?"
xxXOXxx
Stefan loved kissing Damon, loved the slow, languid movements with which they moved against each other. There were times – few and far between – when nothing more was needed. Even orgasm was softer, sweeter somehow.
Once his mind cleared, Stefan blinked. Did Damon just say...?
"An aero plane? You have an aero plane?"
Damon had probably got it to impress girls – not that he really needed it. Women had always been drawn to his brother. But an aero plane? Rolling onto his stomach, Stefan sighed. Well, since he was already dead, he was probably safe.
xxXOXxx
Apparently Stefan hadn't known what this question would trigger. Damon launched into a long speech about the engineering behind aero planes, about the history and his time at the Wright Company Flying School, where he'd met the famous brothers and learned how to fly.
"It's so great, you won't believe it. Wait until you see my baby, it's a one year old Junkers F 13, I call her Liza. She's big enough for six people, when you count the two pilots, so there's enough space for you both. Of course, I don't need a co-pilot."
Taking a much needed breath to continue his monologue, Damon concluded solemnly.
"Sometimes I believe that me becoming a vampire and having this ring was just so that I could fly one of these."
xxXOXxx
Eyes widening in surprise, Stefan looked up. There was passion in Damon's words, a kind of passion he hadn't heard in a long time. Was it possible that his brother actually cared about this whole flying thing?"
"Well, you certainly make it sound exiting. I'm sure Lexi will love flying. And I think that it's great that you're trying to get along with her."
Since he hadn't brought his things with him – it would have been too much of an admission of what had been about to happen – Stefan borrowed some of Damon's clothes. They didn't mind the cold, so they walked to the hotel where they were supposed to meet Lexi.
xxXOXxx
Satisfied that he could still surprise Stefan, Damon happily gave his brother some of his nicest clothes. In the hotel where Stefan and Lexi were residing, they went to the dining room and Stefan told one of the bellboys to ask her to come down. They ordered tea and some delicious cakes, talking about the last 15 years.
Damon even recounted his time in Europe when he couldn't leave France because of the war.
"So much has changed in warfare. In my time, the only thing to fear for a soldier was a bullet or sickness. But now with all the chemical weapons and bombs, it's crazy."
Just then Lexi came down in a modern knee length dress in blue, and Damon was relieved to switch topics. Standing up he bowed and took her hand to blow a kiss on it.
"Good afternoon, my lady. You look lovely in the fashion of this decade."
xxXOXxx
Almost against her will, Lexi found herself smiling. Even though she still found the man hard to stomach, it was all but impossible to resist his charm.
"Why, thank you. I love these new dresses – and thank God every day corsets are finally out of fashion. You wouldn't believe how uncomfortable those things are."
They all sat down and Stefan poured three cups of tea. Lexi studied the brothers, weighing their body language against what she had been told of their difficult relationship. Damon seemed a little too relaxed, like he was trying to mask some sort of strong emotion. Lexi smiled.
"I am glad we've finally been introduced. After all, I have heard so much about you. Although it's been a few years since you last spent time with Stefan, hasn't it?"
xxXOXxx
Damon's eyes tightened for just a moment, remembering how Stefan had run away. But it wouldn't do to rake over old coals.
"Yes, nearly 15 years if you don't count the one time we met briefly at our relatives' place. That reminds me, Stefan, did you hear about the addition to the family?"
Even though Stefan nodded Damon went to explain about their two cousins, three grand cousins and now eight great grand cousins.
"They even named one pair of siblings after us, well nearly; apparently they didn't want to use my name so they choose Donald."
Talking about their family Damon couldn't help but recount one embarrassing story about Stefan from the time he had been 15 years old.
xxXOXxx
"Your family, yes. I have to admit, I've always been a little jealous of that. My own family has long since ceased to exist – or at least become impossible to trace. It's been 350 years after all. And Stefan is such a comfort to me. He is kind enough to accompany me on my travels."
Stefan couldn't help but laugh at that speech. He didn't let Damon's little story bother him.
"Oh Lexi, don't exaggerate. You're not exactly pining for company when I'm not with you! Remember that one time I came to meet you in Chicago? She had set herself up to be a mobster, cigars and all, if you will believe it. We had such a great time!"
Both of them were grinning now, unable to conceal their delight at their past adventures.
xxXOXxx
Damon laughed with them, burying the hot wave of jealousy deep inside. At least now he knew how old she was, and his brother's warning rang true. They were both talking to each other now, retelling stories of their past and despite his envy Damon listened closely, wanting to know everything about the life his brother led without him.
Not realizing it his leg touched Stefan's under the table, caressing it lightly. When the tea time was over Damon suggested that they go to his aero plane. They took a cab, and Damon took the chance to ask the one thing he really wanted to know.
"So do tell me how you met Lexi. I'm most curious about it."
xxXOXxx
Before leaving the sheltering lobby of the hotel, Lexi cast a nervous glance at the sky. Heavy clouds were promising rain and dusk would be falling soon – she'd risk it.
Once the three of them were settled comfortably in the cab, Lexi laughed at Damon's question.
"It was the funniest coincidence. We just ... met. We were lodging in the same hotel in Savannah, and of course we had no idea that we were both vampires. Once I realized what Stefan was and what he was doing, I was fascinated. Your brother is a great person."
Stefan smiled wryly and held his tongue, knowing that Damon felt quite differently about his choice of diet. His brother didn't find anything admirable about him.
xxXOXxx
Damon smiled tightly, knowing that Lexi most likely wanted to test him. Deciding that blowing off his steam wouldn't help, he just evaded the question.
"Stefan was and is always much-loved by everyone. Though I still have problems in seeing him as the old man he is. He'll always be my little brother."
Damon ruffled Stefan's hair like he had done when they were young, but his hand lingered a little longer in those silky strands. Not wanting to get another loaded question like that, he began to talk about his plane, but this time laced his stories with fewer technical details and more anecdotes.
They arrived at his hangar outside of the city, and finally Damon could show off his baby. He had painted it with bright red stripes along the tail, gleaming on the silver metallic surface. Near the tail section he'd written the name 'Adeliza' in big curvy letters on the fuselage. He saw Stefan's surprised face when he'd read it.
xxXOXxx
The flight itself was exhilarating. Stefan could see what it was that drew Damon to the world of aero planes, although he had to admit that he was secretly grateful once his feet were back on firm ground. Glancing one last time at the name of their mother emblazoned on the side of the plane, he wished that he could ask about the woman he had never known.
Lexi was grinning when Damon helped her to the ground.
"Well, that was fun. Stefan, why don't you go and fetch me a drink. I want to talk to your brother for a minute."
Although he wasn't quite sure that he liked the idea of the two of them alone, Stefan complied.
xxXOXxx
Showing off his flying skills was fun and Damon was proud to present all the possibilities of his plane, even doing a looping. Surprisingly, both his brother and Lexi seemed fine with it.
After landing, Damon took care of his plane and closed up the hangar. Stefan was looking for something to drink, and Damon knew that now he would get the third degree. Longingly he looked back to the sky, wanting to fly again for a longer time. But he couldn't keep the lady waiting.
"So what is it you want to talk about? If it's about the disaster with the change of his diet in 1907, I hope that he didn't blame me for it. It was all him. And let me tell you something: I had to hold him back; he was crueler than anyone I've ever encountered."
In her presence he felt already on the defense, guessing that Stefan told her only his side of their fights.
xxXOXxx
Shaking her head, Lexi frowned. No, she didn't like Damon at all. However, that didn't have anything to do with why she had initiated this private talk.
"Yes, I know. And so does Stefan. He hates himself for it. But there's something else I want you to know: Stefan will have told you that I am his best friend – that feeling is fully reciprocated. But I am not going to get involved in what is going on between you and your brother. I am not a threat."
Lexi looked at the other vampire, willing him to understand. They didn't have to like each other, but they didn't have to be enemies either. Of course she could see that Damon was jealous. But perhaps that could be ignored.
xxXOXxx
For the first time in his life, Damon felt like an idiot, but he covered it up. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, not knowing how to reply to what she'd said. On one hand, he wanted her to like him, but on the other hand he felt terribly jealous and awkward in her presence, knowing that she knew everything.
"That's a relief. Our relationship is between my brother and me only," he said sarcastically. "The same holds for me. I won't intrude in your friendship – I doubt I even could."
He went ahead in the direction of his brother, trying to smother his emotions. It wouldn't do. After all the years apart, he wanted to spend more time with his brother, so he'd have to tolerate Lexi. Looking back to her, he extended an arm, the gentlemen inside of him not totally forgotten.
"Well, will you join me in the quest of searching for the lost Stefan?"
xxXOXxx
"I shall. And I shall leave the two of you to your own endeavors after – I am hungry. All these tasty pilots are too much of a temptation..."
Stefan smiled as he saw Lexi and Damon walking towards him. At least it didn't seem like they had been fighting. He handed Lexi a glass of water and raised his eyebrow at his brother.
"I don't even want to know what the two of you have been talking about."
After Lexi had said goodbye, the brothers returned to the town on their own. They sat quietly in the back of the cab for a while.
"You really love that plane, don't you? I watched you take care of it..."
xxXOXxx
"Yes, it's one of the few things that I really obsess about. Other than you, obviously."
He saw the unasked question in Stefan's eyes, and decided to approach that topic. After all, it had been over half a century since her death anyway.
"I named it after our mother, as you've surely noticed. You can't remember her, I guess. After all, you were only four years old when she died. One of the reasons why father couldn't stand the sight of me was that I take after her. She had the same dark hair, blue eyes, cheek bones and lips like me. She was lively, a fun person to be around. I remember a lot of laughing, even from our father. When she died, he blamed me, because I had wanted to go the lake with her. We came back drenched from the rain and mother caught pneumonia. After her death, I couldn't please him and after years and years of disappointing him, I stopped trying."
It went unspoken that Stefan had always been the favored son in his father's eyes.
xxXOXxx
"I wish I remembered her better..."
Stefan wondered if things would have been different, if their mother had lived and Damon had had the affection of at least one parent. Clearly, his own love hadn't been enough. Shaking his head, he put all such thoughts from his mind. It didn't really matter.
"Yes, well, so what do you think of Lexi? Do I have to worry?"
By now they were back in the city, right in the middle of the carnival madness. Since they were progressing at walking speed anyway, they told the driver that they'd get out here. Immediately people pressed in around them, sweeping them further towards the center of the festivities.
xxXOXxx
Stumbling through the masses, Damon grabbed his brother's hand.
"She's very protective of you, though she won't meddle in our relationship. She seems like a fun person. And why should you worry? She's your friend, it's your decision."
There was a big square were people were dancing, and Damon drew Stefan into his arms, swirling him around like a girl. In this inebriated madness, it didn't matter. Kissing and dancing, they spent some time there, trying out the new dance moves of that century.
Procuring a bottle of tequila, Damon drank some then offered it to his brother. They sat down in a small alley and observed the people. Feeling more indulgent with the alcohol soothing him, Damon proceeded to tell Stefan all about their mother. He had been eight years old when she had died, so there were a lot of memories that his brother had never heard. As a human, it had hurt too much, but right now Damon felt at ease talking about it. He thought of it as an offering to his brother.
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Stefan listened attentively to Damon's stories, relishing this glimpses into a family life he had never really known. At the same time, he puzzled at his brother's sudden change of attitude. It was almost like Damon was trying to impress him...
They walked back to their hotel arm in arm, although Stefan insisted on a brief detour to his own accommodations in order to fetch some of his things. Once the door was closed behind them, he pinned Damon against the wall. Knowing that his brother relished his aggressive side, he claimed those pretty lips in a possessive kiss. The growl his actions elicited was nothing short of intoxicating.
"So what are we going to do now?"
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Damon smirked, pushing his body against his brother's to feel the answering hardness against his.
"Oh, I'm sure you have an idea or two. I'm all ears."
It had been so long since he had been taken, too long. With jerky motions Damon began to open Stefan's shirt, pressing his lips against every inch of bared skin. Soon, his brother was only wearing his trousers and Damon stilled in his movements. He wanted Stefan to take action. Bending forwards he licked his brother's ear, whispering:
"Do you want to take me? It has been 15 years and my ass will be so tight."
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"So who's the monk now? And as a matter of fact, I have quite a few ideas about what to do with you. I'm thinking right now, right here – think you can handle me fucking you against this wall?"
Swiftly undoing Damon's belt, Stefan pushed his hand down those snug pants.
"He certainly is..."
Moaning harshly, Stefan pressed forward, teeth grazing Damon's back. The fine fabric of his brother's shirt gave easily beneath his hands. He hadn't really got to touch Damon last night, hadn't had a chance to explore that gorgeous body. "So beautiful..."
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Damon let himself be pushed against the wall, enjoying Stefan's dominant side.
"Not everybody gets the privilege of claiming this perfect ass, you know. In fact, you should consider yourself special, Stef, you're the only one."
Stefan's hands were all over his body, frantically touching every part of him. Groaning, Damon complied, but then he fumbled to open his brother's trousers, pushing them down and grabbing Stefan's cock.
"Want to feel you pounding me into the wall..."
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"Mmh, I'm honored. And don't worry – I'll make good use of that fine ass of yours..."
Twisting the other vampire around so that he was facing the wall, Stefan pulled his pants down. Damon's ass was perfect indeed, smooth and rounded and utterly fuckable. Parting those firm globes, Stefan pushed a finger inside.
"You really are tight. Gonna need something to ease the way. You stay right where you are – don't move."
Deliberately taking his time, Stefan moved across the room to fetch a small jar of oil. He coated his fingers and pushed them back into Damon's body, first two, then three.
"That feel good?"
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It was sweet agony when the finger left him and he had to wait for Stefan's return. Damon tried to stay quiet but couldn't help but moan Stefan's name.
But then the glorious fingers returned. Groaning Damon bent against Stefan's hand, trying to get more friction. It was slightly painful since Damon hadn't lied when he'd said that nobody touched him there but Stefan.
"So good, brother," he moaned, sneaking a hand to his cock to stroke it. "Want you stretching me with your dick, taking me with all your strength. Want you to make me beg until I come undone with pleasure."
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Growling low in his throat, Stefan shoved his brother harder against the wall and withdrew his fingers to slick himself. Egged on by those teasing words, he couldn't wait to push into Damon.
Stefan reached around and linked his fingers with Damon, stroking that hard cock in time with him. He thrust in with one smooth motion. Both vampires groaned at the sensation. It had been a long time for Stefan as well, and he had to stop moving for a minute to make sure that he didn't come right away. It also seemed to frustrate Damon, who was writhing, trying to get more friction.
Soon they were moving together. Stefan did exactly what had been asked of him: Fuck Damon as hard as he could.
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Even though Stefan was complying with his wish, Damon began to moan for Stefan to push faster. They were moving in sync as if the years apart had never happened. He withdrew his hand when his brother began to touch his cock and braced himself on the wall, hoping that it was built sturdily.
Panting with unneeded breaths, Damon's chest began to rumble with soft growls as he just took the fast pounding. He enjoyed every second of it.
"Just like that, Stef. Please faster, touch me, every part of me. Please bite me…"
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Twisting one hand into Damon's hair, Stefan angled his brother's head to bare the long line of his neck. Biting hard, he relished the taste of fresh blood in his mouth. He was close already and, wanting to take Damon with him, he tightened his grip around his erection. It was Damon's orgasm that sent Stefan over the edge.
Resting his head against Damon's shoulder, Stefan struggled to catch his breath. He winced as he noticed the impressions his brother's hands had left on the wall. Well, there wasn't anything to be done about that.
They silently moved to the bedroom and got into bed together.
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With barely restrained screams Damon came undone, and his hands buried themselves in the wall, crumbling it under his fingers. He slumped against the wall, relishing the weight of his brother pressing him further into it as he spilled his seed inside of Damon. After a few minutes, Stefan steered him to the bed and he all but collapsed on it.
"You've tired me out, brother. Would like for us to stay this way longer, your cock and fangs buried in me…"
Drawing Stefan to him, he tried to ignore the beginning a burning thirst in his throat. It had been two days since he fed and normally that would be fine. However he'd given Stefan quite a lot of blood. Deciding to go for a quick hunt in the next day, Damon let himself fall asleep.
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Settling into Damon's possessive embrace, Stefan slept. He had fed well and found himself actually looking forward to the next day.
Upon further consideration, Stefan had decided to divide his time between Damon and Lexi. It was probably a good idea to keep those two apart as much as possible. As a result, the hours passed pleasantly. First he once more visited the airfield with Damon and spent some time admiring his brother's plane – apparently his praise the other day hadn't been lavish enough.
In the afternoon, he played cards with Lexi, but as darkness fell and she excused herself to feed, Stefan suddenly found himself at loose ends. Whistling, he slowly walked back to his own hotel room, glad for the chance write in his journal.
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Damon was happy to show off his baby once again, this time without Lexi. It was much more relaxed and he relished the time with his brother. Initially, Damon had wanted to go hunting in the afternoon while Stefan would be with his friend, but then he lost track of the time while flying around. It was getting dark when he landed, and then Damon decided that his thirst couldn't wait anymore, he would just take the next best girl to feed on before going to his brother's room.
In the city, he searched in the alleyways around the hotel and found a club with already intoxicated people coming out. He compelled a woman to go with him round the corner and drank as much as was possible without killing her. In this part of town it would be bad to leave a corpse. After erasing her memory, Damon wanted to go to Stefan's hotel, but then he heard a familiar voice: Lexi. He saw her licking away the last traces of blood from a young man's throat.
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Out of the corner of her eye, Lexi saw Damon stare at her. Pressing a soft kiss to the wounds of her victim's neck, she looked deep into the young man's eyes and compelled him to remember a pleasant version of the evening's events.
Then she turned to leave, smiling at the other vampire's stunned expression as she brushed past him.
"Hello, Damon."
TBC