Title: Eternity
Authors: Ayumie and CrowX
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Damon/Stefan
Word count: 7604
Warnings: Incest, slash and some violence and kinky scenes
Summary: Damon had promised his brother an 'eternity of misery'. But will Damon be able to fulfill this promise or is the bond between him and Stefan too strong? They will meet again and again throughout time and places, experiencing good and bad times while challenging each other. Incest, slash, mature themes.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Many thanks to my wonderful beta reader dysprositos.
Many thanks also to the nice reviews. Thanks to the guest reviewers Sany, Klene and Mery.
I apologize for not uploading this chapter sooner. My fellow author, who reads everything over again, before I send it to our beta reader, had a very hectic work life, fell ill and then had a well-earned holiday. I won't misuse her trust as in uploading a chapter she hasn't approved first. This story won't be abandoned since it's already finished and just has to be corrected (since we both are not native speakers, we are very careful posting anything without having it spell-proofed thrice).
However, I find it a bit annoying how a couple of reviewers (possibly the same person) tried to urge me on to update despite having been told the reasons in a private message. Not only that, but this person also used other reviewer's names as guest names just to write more reviews to get me to update soon. I think it's not alright to just use another person's name.
As a consequence, I have turned on the option to moderate guest reviews and delete them, if necessary. I won't delete negative reviews with constructive criticism, only those pressuring me into updating under a guest name stolen from my other readers.
Have fun with this chapter and please, don't let my rambling prevent you from leaving a review or constructive criticism ;-).
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ETERNITY
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Chapter 11
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Damon stayed in Europe for almost 15 years, only going back to America twice to catch up with his relatives. Even without emotions, he felt like it was his duty. From them, he heard that Stefan was alive and well. But Damon always returned to the continent, enjoying his time and pretending to be a prince, a millionaire, a movie star or a racecar driver. He studied languages until he could speak French, Italian and German fluently without an accent.
But at the middle of the thirties, he realized that there was war brewing on the horizon once again. Despite his vicious nature, he didn't want to experience yet another battle, and even for him the events were atrocious. It would also be a good opportunity to look for his brother. Maybe something had changed, although Damon didn't really believe it.
Since his beloved plane had decayed with age, he left it in Italy in a building he owned. Because he'd never had the chance to fly with an air-ship, he booked a flight under his alias Damien Shaw on the Hindenburg from Frankfurt to New Jersey. Before the flight, there were some pictures taken by journalists, intended for propaganda. The trip went by quite fast in just under three days, with Damon spending his time nearly exclusively in the lounge, chatting with the sophisticated passengers. But on the last day, May 6th, a terrible thunderstorm prevented the scheduled landing and Damon got an unusually bad feeling.
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Stefan was feeling good. He had recently suffered another bout of bloodlust, but he had managed to return to his animal diet with minimal troubles. Everything was going well and there was no reason to suspect that reading the newspaper on May 7th, 1937 would change that.
Even as he read the article about the Hindenburg tragedy, Stefan was pretty relaxed. Until he spotted his brother in a photo of the passengers. For a moment he couldn't move. Damon had been on board that burning death trap. Feeling cold all over, Stefan once more studied the article. There had been survivors. Everything else forgotten, he hastily packed a few personal things and rushed to the train station.
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Suddenly, everything was happening too fast. Just minutes before the landing, there was a nasty bang and the upper part of the airship suddenly burst into flames as it dropped to the ground. Everybody had been in either the lounge or the dining room to watch the landing and now the screaming passengers were jumping out of the windows.
It took just a few seconds until the cabin hit the ground and people were tripping over each other in their attempts to get away from the blazing fire above them. In the chaos and confusion, even Damon couldn't keep his cool. Fire was deadly even for him, and he desperately tried to get out, too.
When he was at the window ready to jump, he saw two children cowering on the ground. He knew the boy, he'd been following Damon around like a puppy, and had reminded him of Stefan when he was young. In a split second decision, he grabbed the two children and jumped, his body absorbing the impact. He told the children to run as the ship dropped down on them.
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The train ride to New York was a nightmare, and what he found at the site of the crash was even worse. The smell of the fire was still heavy in the air and when he compelled the officials to let him look at the remains, it soon became clear that he would never be able to identify his brother if he was indeed among the victims.
But Stefan couldn't let himself think about that. Instead, he went to talk to the survivors. Their accounts were often contradictory, but a woman remembered seeing Damon in the lounge right before the accident. Nobody had seen his brother among those who had escaped.
Stefan told himself that this didn't mean anything. With his vampire speed, Damon could have easily left the area undetected. It was getting more and more difficult not to lose hope, though.
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Damon groaned in pain. He was hiding in a small old storehouse near the crash site in Lakehurst. When the ship had come crashing down, he'd run away, but the second it had taken to stand up after cushioning the fall with the children had almost cost him his life.
"Damn, no good deed goes unpunished," he moaned. Half of his body was covered in bad burns from the flames he nearly hadn't managed to put out. Before the rescuers could see him, Damon had crawled to the storehouse to hide. It would be bad if anyone saw his healing and right now; he felt too weak to do compulsion on a bunch of reporters.
Damon guessed that it would take a few days until his injuries would heal on their own, without the help of human blood. Until then he had to conceal himself. He cursed again, hating to be weak and defenseless. Damon went back to sleep, half hoping that someone would stumble upon him for him to drain.
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When he found the child Damon had saved, Stefan was so relieved he could have cried. His brother had gotten off the airship. If he had been hurt, he probably was hiding somewhere close, keeping out of sight until he recovered.
Stefan started to search the adjacent buildings, starting with the ones closest to the crash site. When he finally opened the right door, he could smell Damon before he saw him. Taking the time to close the door behind him, he looked around the dimly lit warehouse.
"Damon?"
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Damon was deeply asleep as his body tried to recuperate. He dreamed that his brother was there, calling to him. When those nagging calls got louder, he opened his one whole eye.
"Stef, is that really you?" he mumbled, his face still hurting with every movement.
Trying to sit up, he fell back with a small cry of pain. Maybe his brother could help him. But he didn't believe that squirrels and bunnies would accelerate his healing. But even just a shower and fresh clothes would be very welcome. The stench of burned skin and hair was making him feel nauseated.
"Stefan?"
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When Stefan heard his brother's voice, he was flooded with relief. Damon was half-hidden behind some boxes, a weak, pitiful creature. Stefan immediately rushed to his side, gently helping his brother sit up. Without thinking, he hugged Damon tightly to his chest, burying his nose in that soft hair to catch a whiff of his scent beneath the grime and smoke.
Once he realized what he was doing, Stefan immediately pulled back a little.
"I am glad I found you. How... Would you like some blood?"
Without waiting for an answer, Stefan bit his own lip and offered it to his brother. Thank God, it was dark outside. If he wrapped Damon into a long coat and found him a hat, they ought to be able to leave without attracting too much attention.
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With deep swallows, Damon gulped down the lukewarm blood his brother was offering. Right now it tasted heavenly, his body starved for it even though he could tell that Stefan was still hunting animals. He could feel the healing process speed up a bit, and the pain was subsiding to a more tolerable level. After a while, he drew back.
"Thanks, brother. You don't have any human with you by any chance?"
With Stefan's help he sat up, wincing at the state his skin was in. Even though he hated being seen as weak as he was now, the idea of letting his brother nurse him back to full strength was somewhat appealing.
"How did you know I was here?"
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"You know I don't. If there was a human here, they'd be dead already."
Stefan pulled off his coat and guided Damon's arms into the sleeves. A hat wasn't forthcoming, but there was nothing to be done about that until they met a human who wore one.
"Can you stand? I saw your picture in the newspaper, so I came here immediately. I was afraid that you'd... Then I found the children and I knew you had to be close."
They slowly made their way to the exit. After the infusion of blood and with Stefan's help Damon was able to walk almost normally.
"I'll get you some blood, though."
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Trying to conceal his limp, Damon hung onto Stefan as they left the crash site. It was getting dark and nobody took notice of them.
Stefan helped him reach a small boardinghouse where they could check in without any questions asked. Even though Damon was used to something better, he didn't complain about it. Unfortunately, the room didn't have its own private bathroom, but there was one on the floor.
"Can you help me take a bath, Stef? I bathed you so often when you were small, and now you can return the favor."
He smirked a little bit, but couldn't quite hide his exhaustion. There were only three things he wanted right now: a bath, blood and sleep.
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"Sure. There's no one else in the house right now, so you don't have to worry."
Stefan ran a bath for Damon and carefully helped his brother into the tub. After the grime had been cleared away, he added some fresh water and put a big, fluffy towel within his brother's reach.
"Would you like to soak a little? I could go and get you some fresh blood, if that's all right with you."
When Damon nodded his assent, Stefan quickly fetched a large jug from the dining room and went a few blocks until he reached a busy intersection. He bled the first four people that went by, never taking enough to do serious damage, and used his shaky compulsion to send them on their way. Of course, it would have been easier to just take a human to Damon, but Stefan didn't want to subject anyone to that kind of danger. Somehow, he even managed to resist the temptation to feed.
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The soft hands washing his body made Damon moan in contentment. He was still too weak to take the pleasure to the next level, so he resigned himself to just let Stefan wash him. After Stefan went out Damon closed his eyes and soaked in the bath, enjoying the heat soaking into his own cold body, warming him up. He dosed for a long time until he heard his brother return. To his surprise Stefan handed him a big pitcher filled with blood, human, if his nose didn't betray him.
"Incredible. This is human! Thank you."
He drank it all quickly, noting that it was from different humans and was already beginning to coagulate due to the dissimilar blood groups. The blood was speeding up the healing process enormously and he finally was without pain or marks. Though the tiredness was still there. After getting out of the bath and into bed, Damon held up the blanket in invitation.
"Come to bed with me?"
He didn't want to admit that the whole accident had shaken him up quite a bit, since he never had come so close to dying before. Right now, he wanted to hug his brother, reassure himself that they were both there.
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Once Damon had finished the blood, Stefan breathed a sigh of relief. His brother already looked much better – soon he would be well again. After a moment, Stefan crawled into bed, exhausted by the blood loss and the day's efforts.
"Sure. You should rest now, focus on getting better."
Damon's arms closed around him and after a moment, Stefan returned the embrace. He closed his eyes and struggled against the illusion that he had his brother back. This was a temporary reprieve at best. Tomorrow everything would be back to normal. But at least Damon was still alive...
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At last, Damon could relax and go to sleep without fearing discovery. When Stefan hugged him back, he tightened their embrace, snuggling closer.
Damon slept deeply without any dreams. When he woke up, he could tell by his inner clock that it was already evening. Their limbs were completely entwined and Stefan's scent was like a comforting blanket around him.
Sighing with contentment, he lifted his head, noticing that some of his hair was missing. Gasping, he jumped out of the bed and ran to a mirror on the wall. Half of his head was nearly bald, only parts of his hair sticking up.
"Oh my god! That's terrible!"
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Although Damon's sudden movements had been enough to wake him, Stefan drowsily turned over, not quite ready to get up himself. His brother's subsequent shout was enough to quite literally rouse the dead, however.
"What? What is wrong?"
Damon was staring at himself in the mirror, eyes wide with distress. Once it became clear that there was no imminent threat, Stefan was barely able to resist the temptation to roll his eyes at his brother's excessive vanity.
"Don't tell me this is about your hair? It'll grow back soon enough. You ought to be glad you're still alive."
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Damon swallowed and fingered the burned strands. He was almost pouting as he considered how to make the best of this rat's nest.
"My hair is important, as much as being alive. It will take months, and nobody will look at me."
Damon turned to Stefan, his distress still obvious on his face.
"I'm ugly."
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"Don't worry, tomorrow I'll take you to a hairdresser and you'll be as good as new. And we'll buy a hat. And a camera. Because if I have to live forever, I want to remember this."
Ignoring his brother's outraged stare, Stefan got up and started to look for his trousers. When Damon didn't relent, he grinned and moved to stand beside him.
"Come on, you know very well that you'll never be ugly. So, should I get the hat first? Or do you need more blood?"
Stefan's stomach growled at that. After letting Damon feed from him the other day, he'd have to hunt soon.
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Without stopping his pout, Damon dressed in his brother's spare clothes, throwing his own burned ones into the fireplace.
"I'm definitely not going out without a hat, so I'd appreciate it, if you could get me one."
He paced up and down, feeling hungry again. Right now, he couldn't concentrate on the suddenness of being with his brother again.
"I need more blood, but I can get it from other guests here in the house. Don't worry, now I have enough control not to compromise our position. And you should go hunting too; your stomach is loud enough for any mortal to hear."
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"Just wait here. I think I saw a hat in the coat room downstairs."
A minute later Stefan was back, tossing the hat at his brother. He hesitated a moment, not sure whether he should leave Damon alone just yet. But he needed to feed and he wouldn't be able to keep an eye on his brother all the time anyway. Stefan nodded.
"All right. I'll be back in an hour or two."
Everything went smoothly, and Stefan was able to return even sooner than that, his hunger not quite satisfied but at least momentarily quenched. He found Damon back in his room, looking rosy-cheeked and stronger than before. At least there hadn't been any bodies in the hall.
"I take it you've fed?"
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The time without Stefan was well spent. Damon went down to the small lounge and compelled the three guests sitting there. It was nice to feed without any hurry and, taking his time, Damon took his fill without drinking too much from anyone.
When Stefan returned, Damon was feeling almost like his normal self, minus the hair. For the next weeks, he would never take off the fedora Stefan had given him.
"Yes, there are some tasty guests staying here. Don't you worry your pretty little head, they are still alive."
He stood up and advanced on his brother, who looked now healthy again, too. Stepping inside of Stefan's personal space, he whispered in his ear, puppy look and pout in place.
"So you don't think I'm ugly? Show me, then…"
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Stefan wasn't at all sure that this was a good idea, but this Damon was irresistible. He moved forward, bridging the last few inches separating their lips. The kiss started out soft, teasing, but soon his brother gave a muffled groan and backed Stefan into the wall, pressing up against him.
After a minute or two, they broke apart, panting softly as they looked at each other. Stefan thought that he'd probably never get a better chance to ask the question that had been on his mind ever since he had found out that his brother was still alive.
"Why did you save those children?"
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Damon groaned at the heat building between them. He had forgotten how much better it was with his brother than with anybody else. Stefan's question registered and, lightheaded by his brother's scent of arousal enveloping him, he answered without thinking.
"The boy reminded me of you as a child, always following me around with those adoring eyes. But it almost cost me my life, you see, good deeds are dangerous."
Thinking he had proven his point, Damon bent forwards and licked Stefan's neck. He started to circle his hips, rubbing his erection into the answering one.
"Don't I deserve a reward?"
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"Oh."
Stefan's eyes widened as realization set in. For the life of him, he couldn't think of anything else to say, so he leaned forward to kiss Damon enthusiastically. Sucking at the tongue that kept thrusting into his mouth, he let his brother rub against him.
"You definitely do. What exactly do you have in mind?"
Without bothering to wait for an answer, Stefan started to unbutton Damon's shirts, slowly running his hand over the newly exposed skin. All he could think was that he wanted more.
"Should I use my mouth?"
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At that lewd suggestion, Damon moaned happily, shifting his hips to accommodate his too tight trousers.
"Mhm, yes. But could you strip first? Want to see all your skin, missed this …"
He helped Stefan open his trousers and spread his legs, slowly stroking his erection while watching his brother take off his clothes. He bit his lips, sucking lightly on the lower one.
"Suck me, brother. Want to feel your lips and tongue all over my body."
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Swallowing a small gasp of lust, Stefan took a step back and started to slowly pull off his clothes. He moved like there was no hurry whatsoever, letting Damon wait for every additional inch of skin. Once Stefan was naked, he sank to his knees.
He scattered tiny kisses on those strong thighs, dipped his tongue into Damon's navel before slowly working his way to his groin.
Only when his brother gave a warning growl did Stefan finally lean in to lap delicately at his waiting erection.
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Damon's eyes drank in the slim body of his brother with those athletic muscles. Restraining himself as much as possible, Damon couldn't wait anymore and growled for Stefan to hurry. Stefan's mouth on his hardness felt like heaven and Damon closed his eyes with bliss. His hands grabbed his brother's soft hair, his own hair nearly forgotten.
"So good, brother, want you so much."
After a while, Damon pushed Stefan away a little bit, using his strength and speed to move them to the bed. He paused for a second, thinking on how to proceed. As always, after so many years without his brother, he hungered for one thing.
"Take me."
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Stefan smiled brilliantly as he suddenly found himself on top of his brother, groins rubbing together as he wriggled in Damon's grasp.
"Mmh, you did miss me..."
Slowly stroking down Damon's chest, Stefan enjoyed the ripple of muscles beneath his hands. Then he pushed a finger inside, angling it until he got a low moan. Although he didn't want to admit it, Stefan had been missing this, too.
"Are you going to be tight for me?"
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This feeling was definitely the best whenever he joined up with his brother. Damon groaned, clenching around the intruding finger. When Stefan wiggled his finger and touched his prostate, Damon mewled hoarsely.
"Yes, Stefan… Can you feel me clenching around you? Haven't felt this for such a long time. Want your cock inside me, opening me, stretching me…"
He spread his legs wide, planting his feet on the bed next to Stefan's chest. Impatiently he pushed upwards, his neglected erection glistening with precum. But he put his hands behind his head, letting his brother do as he wanted.
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His brother was holding still, permitting Stefan to take his time and touch him at his leisure. So he did. He prepared Damon thoroughly, loving the slow stretch of those muscles, the way they shivered and yielded. Finally, he, too, was trembling with impatience.
It only took a few seconds to locate the small jar of oil he had bought for this express purpose and then he was in position. Stefan pushed in with one smooth movement, simultaneously reaching down to grasp his brother's erection. After so many years, the sensations were incredible.
"God! Feels so good..."
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It was almost painful despite the thorough preparation. But Damon loved it, loved how Stefan's cock was stretching him, touching all of him inside. Even though he normally preferred to top, with his brother it was always special. It brought out Stefan's true nature, like a wolf in sheep's clothing and he wanted to see him come undone.
Moaning Damon gripped the headboard tightly, taking in the double pleasure inside and outside. His hips rose upwards, pushing into Stefan's thrusts.
"Faster, brother, harder. Want to feel it all, want to feel your teeth."
He bared his throat in an uncharacteristic way. But he hadn't been bitten in years.
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Damon's demand was enough to instantly set off the change. Stefan's fangs had been aching to drop for some time and it was a relief to bury them in his brother's flesh. The first taste of blood was nothing short of intoxicating. Barely able to keep up the rhythm, Stefan limited himself to a few hasty gulps. He didn't want to weaken his brother unnecessarily.
It was over far too soon. After a few more thrusts and Damon was coming, clenching around Stefan in a way that made it impossible to hold out even a second longer.
With a shout, he spilled his seed into that welcoming body.
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Damon couldn't hold back his pleasure. He groaned with each thrust, clenching around his brother to further stimulate him. Stefan's fangs slicing into his flesh were an additional edge to his lust. Pumping his hips against his brother's Damon could barely rein in his scream as he came in long spurts all over their chests.
Satisfied, he noticed that Stefan wasn't far behind. They were both panting they'd run a marathon, even though they didn't need air per se.
Then exhaustion took its toll and Damon fell back on the bed, welcoming the too-soft mattress.
"It's always so good with you. Was I tight enough for you, brother?"
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"It felt amazing."
Leaning forward, Stefan lightly touched their lips together, kissing Damon sweetly, gently, the way he always wanted to. After all, it was just one kiss.
"I'm glad you are not dead."
Then Stefan pulled away and got up, eyes scanning the room for his clothes. He'd have to wash, of course, but he couldn't very well go out into the corridor naked.
And most importantly, he couldn't allow his brother to get back under his skin. Catching Damon's startled glance, Stefan raised an eyebrow.
"What? You're well. You don't need me."
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Damon raised an unbelieving eyebrow. He didn't want Stefan to disappear so soon.
"What do you mean? I am not well. Look at this hair. How could I possibly manage without your help in the next weeks?"
He lay back, throwing an arm behind his head in an attempt to present himself in all his naked glory. Lazily he began to stroke over his chest in circles.
"You can't want to leave me alone like that."
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With a sigh, Stefan dropped the boots he had been holding. Of course Damon would choose to be difficult.
"And what exactly are you expecting me to do about your hair? Talk it into growing faster? You just proved that you are capable of hunting. Like I said, you don't need me."
He couldn't tear his eyes off his brother's body, though. Damon was so beautiful. Perhaps if he stayed for only a few days? But no...
"Look, we both know how this is going to end. So why don't we just skip the lengthy foreplay and part in anger? We'd save both of ourselves a lot of time."
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Damon pouted again, fingering the burned strands of hair.
"But who is going to tell me that I'm not ugly? And who's gonna show me by taking me?"
He stood up and stalked up to his brother, biting his lips in an enticing way.
"We don't have to save time; we have an eternity of it. And isn't the foreplay fun? Come on, brother, stay for a few more days. I'll even let you take a picture of me..."
He licked Stefan's ear, loving the shudder that ran through his brother's body. Then he brought his hands around Stefan, resting them on his small buttocks.
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"I'm sure one of your toys from the zeppelin would be willing to accommodate you. I talked to the surviving one before I found you," Stefan said coolly.
He very much wanted a picture of Damon in this state however – it'd be something he could dangle in front of his brother for the rest of their days. Then those strong hands were on him, anchoring his body in place as sharp teeth nipped as his ear. Stefan moaned helplessly at the sensations.
"But we only just finished. You can't mean to..."
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"Oh, which one of them survived? The young man or the lonely woman?"
He circled his hips into Stefan's, coaxing him in a slow way. He mouthed at his brother's neck, lips lingering just over the skin without touching.
"And they would never appreciate me in this state without compulsion. You're the only one..."
His cock was already hard again, and Damon moaned at the thought of being inside of his brother.
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Struggling not to respond too obviously to Damon's teasing touch, Stefan still couldn't help but rock forward.
"The young man. And I think you're not doing him justice - he seemed positively besotted with you. He sends his regards and asks you to give him a call, if you ever come to Seattle. All that devotion, and here you are saying I'm a bigger slut for you than he is..."
When Damon's mouth finally settled on his neck, Stefan whimpered, hands clutching convulsively at those strong arms. He didn't want to stay. He couldn't possibly walk away.
"All right. But only for a few days. I can't ... I can't do this, Damon. I don't want to. Not ever again."
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Damon repressed the tiny twinge of conscience he felt. Shrugging it off, he lifted Stefan up and pushed him against the wall. His brother's legs closed around him, and Damon trailed a finger down to brush against the hidden hole.
"Don't worry. No heavy discussions, no anger, no clubs, all right? Just us, getting to know each other again after a decade and a half I was in Europe all the time, so you can update me about America and I'll tell you about my time there. Nice and easy…"
He pushed one finger inside, using the lube and come dripping from his own backside. It was strangely erotic to do so, and soon Damon had three fingers inside the tight channel.
"And that boy doesn't matter. I told him it was just a fuck. And since you just took me half an hour ago I'm not so sure which one of us is the slut anyway."
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Stefan whined softly as he realized just what Damon was doing. As always, those skilled fingers invading his body felt amazing, making him writhe and moan and open up with shameful ease. However, in spite of these instinctive reactions, Stefan stubbornly shook his head.
"No. No more of your stories. Won't tell you anything."
Squeezing his eyes shut, Stefan panted against his brother's shoulder. He already knew more about this new Damon than he wanted to. If only his body would realize that there was nothing sweet or familiar about him...
Once he was ready, Stefan twisted free and turned, bracing himself against the wall.
"Do it," he commanded, "Take me. Touch me."
This at least was real and enough of a distraction to keep him from thinking too hard about what he was doing.
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Damon obliged him and pushed inside his brother until he was buried to the hilt. He was happy to notice that apparently Stefan hadn't had sex like this for some time, since he was tight despite the preparation. Damon stilled for a few moments, relishing the connection.
"Ah, you feel incredible, little brother. Could stay like this forever."
His hands were busy mapping out Stefan's chest, touching all his sensitive places to heighten the pleasure. Bending down, Damon let his fangs come out slightly, biting the soft tissue of the neck without breaking skin. However, Damon himself couldn't hold out any longer and after a while, he began to pull out and thrust back inside again. His tongue was mimicking the pace and soon Damon grabbed Stefan's hips to go faster and harder.
"Are you sure you wouldn't want to hear about me meeting Marlene Dietrich? Or Salvador Dali?"
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Arching his back, Stefan bit back a scream. It felt incredible. Resting his forehead against the rough surface of the wall, he panted, twisting impatiently when Damon didn't immediately start to move. The press of those sharp fangs was enough to make Stefan forget all about his intentions of staying quiet.
"God, don't say that. Need more. Please..."
Then Damon was fucking him for real, making him groan and writhe. Stefan couldn't help the way his body responded, eagerly meeting the thrusts. This was the closest he could get to his brother. There wasn't anything else.
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Growling, Damon sped up the pace until he was much faster than any human could be. He loved the way Stefan's body opened up for him, loved the groans that escaped his brother's mouth. His hand sneaked around to grasp Stefan's neglected erection, stroking it very slowly in contrast to his thrusts.
"Love it when you beg, Stef," he moaned between pants.
It didn't take too long to climax, even so soon after their first orgasm and Damon's teeth sank into Stefan's neck, drinking the few drops of the blood laced with endorphins. He pushed inside a few more times, riding out the high while his hand milked his brother's erection. Damon moaned as he stilled, not wanting to show that he wanted to stay connected for a little while longer.
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Coming had never felt so good. Stefan's whole body tensed as he keened his pleasure, biting his own lips to get a taste of his blood. Afterwards he stayed completely still, waiting for Damon to move.
When the two vampires finally drew apart, Stefan stumbled a bit, not too steady on his feet after such a vigorous fucking. He quickly busied himself with the things he had dropped when his brother had backed him against the wall.
"So should I get you some clothes? My things don't really fit you – too tight."
Ever since he managed to stick to his diet for longer and longer periods, Stefan had been losing weight.
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Damon was getting annoyed at the desperate attempts of his brother to stay distant. Stefan had never been like that before, at least not as adamantly. It was night already and his body still needed rest, so Damon wandered over to the bed, and slid under the sheets.
"We could go shopping tomorrow, brother. Your clothes fit well enough for that. And why are you so slim anyway? The last time, you looked much healthier."
He was curious, but his sleepiness overwhelmed that motion and in a familiar way he patted the spot next to him.
"Don't be a sissy and come inside, will you? I'm exhausted and anything can wait until tomorrow, all right?"
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"I don't know. I just lost some weight. It's nothing."
Stefan shrugged and after a moment crawled into bed. After all, he had to sleep somewhere and Damon didn't seem to mind. Almost immediately, those strong arms closed around him and with a soft sigh, Stefan curled up against his brother. Again, he felt a surge of relief at Damon's survival. In spite of the hatred between them, Stefan couldn't imagine a world without his brother.
"All right. We'll do that."
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Damon couldn't hold back his reflexive need to embrace his brother. He secretly loved holding Stefan. He waited until he heard the breaths evening out until they stilled. It was strange that their bodies managed to breathe normally when they were awake, just to stop pretending life in their sleep. A human would freak out, holding a corpselike body in their arm, but Damon snuggled closer, taking deep breaths of his brother's scent. It was a comfort he didn't want to admit, even to himself.
Waking up in his brother's arms was even better and Damon allowed himself another few moments in the tight hug. At times like this, he could nearly forget about what had happened, could pretend they were still human without anything driving a wedge between them. He drifted off again.
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When Stefan woke up, the first thing he felt was relief. He'd dreamed about looking for Damon in a sea of fire, knowing that he was lost. It had been enough to scare Stefan out of his wits and as a result, the smile he turned to his brother was joyful.
"Good morning."
Giving in to an impulse, Stefan leaned up to kiss Damon. He pulled away a minute later, suddenly acutely aware that this wasn't a good idea. Stefan frowned.
"Perhaps we ought to clarify a few things. You know, agree on terms for our time together. Because I don't understand what exactly you expect from me."
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The soft kiss had surprised Damon and he was happy to notice that his allure was still getting to his brother. Smiling lightly he leaned back on the bed, propping himself up for the confrontation.
"Really, Stefan? Guide lines? That is soo boring."
Sighing, he considered the situation. He could just go and leave this nonsense behind, but on the other hand, there was still a yearning, tugging inside of him, preventing him from just walking away.
"All right. Well, I already know what you want. Let's do it like 37 years ago in New York, remember? I won't kill and I won't take you to those clubs unless you ask me to. I'll rein in my anger so you can talk to me about anything. Well, almost anything. We can have profound conversations without mentioning…her, can't we?"
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Taking a deep breath, Stefan considered Damon's suggestion. It was tempting but after all, it was only a first offer. They were negotiating what amounted to a peace treaty and he, too, had some wishes.
"That would be a start. But I want you to pretend that you actually care. It doesn't need to be real but for... let's say four weeks I'd like us to pretend we're happy together. And I'll try to give you what you want. You just have to tell me what to do."
That was the crux of it, really. Not sure at all how Damon would react, Stefan feigned nonchalance.
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Smirking, Damon pounced on his brother, settling in between his legs and looking at him. He wasn't sure if there was any need to pretend that he was happy to have Stefan at his side. However, he wouldn't ever tell Stefan that.
"I consent to your terms. However, it seems to me that there is much more on my part than on yours. At the very least, I want you to stop brooding and to have fun. Even without killing, we can have fun, you know. Normally I would want you to eat the proper way, but that's a debate I know not to pursue."
He bent down and his lips hovered over Stefan's.
"Let's seal it with a kiss…"
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Finally, Stefan was able to lean into his brother's kiss without holding back. He sucked at Damon's tongue, eager to draw it deeper into his mouth. When they broke apart, both vampires were panting needlessly.
"I told you, I'll do anything you want – within reasonable bounds. I'll be just like one of your little toys..."
And while Stefan was pretty sure that there were still a lot of things he didn't want Damon to know about him for fear of future repercussions, right now none of that mattered. They were going to be together and so long as it was only for a few weeks they might even manage to avoid yet another disaster.
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Damon chuckled as unbidden images of all the fun things they could do sprang into his mind. It was true that he behaved differently with Stefan compared to his usual toys. But if his brother wanted to be just like that, he was game.
"Mhm, that's tempting. Give me your arm."
He trailed his fingers over Stefan's shoulder down to his wrist, bringing it up to his mouth. Damon knew all about the art of biting and he wanted to show his brother that it was possible to feel lust with just a bite. Breathing hot air on the inside of the wrist Damon bent down to lick the veins, using his fingertips to stroke the hand he held. Taking turns, he concentrated on Stefan's faltering breaths and after a while, he let his fangs slide in.
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Eyes wide with anticipation, Stefan permitted his brother to pull his hand to his mouth. After all, he had promised to give Damon what he wanted. At first it was only breath and lips and tongue and Stefan had no idea his wrists were so sensitive. At the first nip of fangs, he moaned. This wasn't at all what he had been expecting. Damon was sucking almost delicately, thumb rubbing slow circles into Stefan's palm as he did so.
"Oh…"
Nostrils flaring, Stefan breathed in the scent of his own blood and, unable to conceal his excitement, he shifted minutely, trying to catch a glimpse of those wet, red lips.
"Damon…"
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Damon was proud that he could affect his brother like this, but he hid his smirk. He wanted to show Stefan how he could get humans to this point without any compulsion.
Drinking only a few drops, he lifted his head and looked into his brother's eyes, licking his bloody lips. Without saying a word, he laid the hand back and slid down to Stefan's legs. Pushing the blankets away, Damon trailed his hands from the feet over the knees, stroking those slim limbs. He used the same method there and started to breathe, lick and suck on the left calf, carefully biting and drinking a few drops. By now, Stefan was moaning louder, but Damon wasn't finished yet.
He drew away again and went up until he reached the thigh, mere inches from Stefan's erection. Annoyed that he couldn't leave any marks on Stefan, Damon again began the same treatment. By now, he himself was painfully aroused.
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Stefan struggled to stay still as his brother's mouth moved over his body. Even those small touches felt amazing and he desperately needed more. He kept quiet for as long as he could manage, but finally it was all too much.
"Don't tease, Damon. Please touch me..."
Shivering a bit, Stefan tried to twist closer. He wondered if that was what his brother's human conquests felt. Losing patience, Stefan finally buried his fingers in Damon's hair and tried to drag him where he needed his touch the most.
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This time Damon did chuckle and feathered over Stefan's hardness with his fingers.
"Patience, brother, patience. All in good time…"
He moved up and this time he bit just above the hip and a while later one nipple got the same attention. Dragging his fangs up to Stefan's mouth Damon kissed him with his dark eyes and glistening lips. Their erections were brushing against each other as their tongues met in the same old dance.
Panting, Damon dropped back down and put a cushion under Stefan's hips. He spread those white limbs and began use his tongue again, licking the cock just before going down to the balls and the small hidden hole. He pushed his slick tongue inside, trying to find out what Stefan liked best.
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Hands twisting into the sheets, Stefan could do nothing but whimper. Those touches were way to fleeting, though. When Damon's tongue pushed into his body, Stefan cried out. He kept forgetting how good this felt. And since he was supposed to act like one of his brother's toys, he didn't even have to fight the words that were spilling from his lips.
"Please, please, please…"
When he couldn't stand this slow torture any longer, Stefan reached down to wrap his hand around his aching erection. So good. He gave a low moan of relief as he started to stroke himself. If he wasn't careful he'd come on the spot, but Stefan couldn't stop himself. He mewled as Damon stopped what he had been doing and lifted his head.
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"Ah, ah, ah! No touching until I say."
Damon pushed away Stefan's hand and stroked the hardness a few times himself. But then he drew away and slicked himself up. His brother's legs were spread as far as possible and Damon chuckled as he pushed inside.
"You're very eager. I like it."
When he was completely sheathed, Damon set a slow rhythm while his hands continued to touch the slim body all over. The marks were already healed but the skin was still tender and more sensitive to his touch. Stefan's sounds were extremely satisfying and Damon couldn't get enough of them. But before too long, Damon bent down to finally bite that tempting neck.
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When Damon thrust into him, Stefan was too frantic to even cry out. He angled his hips to take his brother deeper still, writhing to speed up the too-slow rhythm. Those sharp fangs were pressing against his throat, and instead of pulling away, Stefan tilted his head.
"Always eager..."
The sharp sting of the first bite made Stefan's whole body tense. He needed to come badly and still Damon was drawing things out. In the end, it didn't take much at all. That clever hand closed once more around his cock and Stefan came, screaming.
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All the tension building up made it difficult for Damon to last any longer than his brother. He tasted the ecstasy of the climax in Stefan's blood, and before too long he came with a growl in his throat. But he didn't slip out for a while, enjoying the quivering muscles clenching around him, holding him inside.
Damon licked the healed spots of his bite, savoring the last droplets. Even though vampire blood wasn't as satisfying as human blood, it had its own merits, especially since it was his brother's. Stefan's blood.
"Did you enjoy this? That's how I normally feed. You see, my toys enjoy this as much as I do."
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For a moment, Stefan wasn't capable of forming a coherent reply. Damon was still resting against him, still hadn't withdrawn from his body. Shifting until he found a more comfortable position, Stefan managed a smile.
"Thank you for the demonstration, but I never doubted your, um, charms."
Damon chuckled as he finally rolled off. Stefan winced a bit – since he was currently drinking animal blood, he was hurting a little bit, although the pain faded quickly. He kept still and waited, determined to let his brother call the shots just as he had promised.
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Even though Damon wasn't that tired, he longed for a short nap. And since he never was one to deny himself anything, he snuggled back into the pillows. Stefan was waiting for something and with a roll of his eyes Damon patted next to him.
"Come on in. A quick nap wouldn't be too bad, right? And then we go to a coiffeur, this mess has to go."
When his brother was lying next to him, Damon closed his eyes, drowsing off. He wondered in the back of his mind how he could ever see Stefan as something other than his brother despite all their problems. Treating him like a toy was fun, but also strange.
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