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: As always many thanks to my wonderful beta reader dysprositos.
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ETERNITY
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Chapter 12
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Wrapped in Damon's embrace, Stefan dozed happily for an hour or two.
Afterwards, he pretended to read a newspaper while watching his brother harass some poor hairdresser until the results satisfied him – more or less, at any rate. Clearly overwhelmed by Damon's looks and demeanor, the young man in question soon seemed close to tears. Stefan didn't say anything, but on the way out he deposited a generous tip on the counter before handing his brother his hat. The other vampire did look much better. Damon's hair was shorter than usual, but now the burned patches weren't immediately obvious. Stefan smiled.
"You look good."
xoXOXox
Before going to a hair salon, Damon made good on his promise and went to a photo studio, trying to hide his grimace under his trademark smirk. Damon had insisted that they should be in the picture together.
After almost one hour of annoyance, Damon felt ready to eat the inept hairdresser. After a lot of hints, his hair was finally satisfactory. He preened at Stefan's compliment, turning around his own axis to present himself from all sides.
"And now we have to buy clothes. But I have to admit I like the kind of clothes you wear. You've developed quite the taste, little brother."
Since he had been overseas for a long time, Damon wasn't up to date with the fashion here, which was different from the European one. After a visit to the bank, they went to the clothes stores.
"Well, lead away, Stef. Whatever you think would suit me."
xoXOXox
Even though he knew that this road was fraught with danger, Stefan still led the way into a big department store. He knew that the things he picked out weren't quite what Damon was used to, but after a while, he looked forward to seeing what his brother would look like in them.
"Here. Is that ok? Or would you prefer something more casual?"
Stefan had also brought a few shirts for himself although he repeatedly told himself that he didn't need anything. This did, however, provide him with an excuse to follow Damon into the changing room.
xoXOXox
"No, they are just right. But I need some more of them, and shoes, one or two coats, another hat or two…"
Damon immediately liked the things Stefan was picking out for him and he tried them on. Using the shop assistants, he soon had everything he needed. After all that pomp and circumstance in Europe, he enjoyed the comfortable trousers and shirts. But maybe it was just the fact that Stefan joined him in the changing room. This was better than any club, since he could watch his brother strip numerous times.
"Mhm, I love seeing you get naked so fast. And so often…"
xoXOXox
Stefan thanked God that he hadn't fed that morning and thus wasn't able to blush. Damon was watching him intently, pale eyes warm with lust. Swallowing hard, Stefan made himself smile.
"Well, if you want me to get naked, you just have to say so. I am at your service, remember?"
The changing room was separated from the rest of the store with a thick curtain and vampire hearing made it easy to track the movements of the humans on the other side. Stefan wondered what Damon had in mind. He was still more than sated from this morning's activities and it was hard to fathom that his brother should already be thinking about sex again.
xoXOXox
Damon frowned as he wondered for a moment if a vampire could be compelled. His brother surely acted like that. Was this all part of a big bedroom charade? Somehow, he didn't think so.
"What's with you, Stef? Has somebody replaced you when I wasn't looking? You're acting strangely…"
Nevertheless, he came closer and kissed those soft lips. Stefan was only wearing his trousers since he had tried on a shirt, and Damon caressed the strong chest.
"But if you want, I'd like to see you on your knees, servicing me with your mouth."
xoXOXox
When Damon accused him of behaving strangely, Stefan frowned. He was doing his best to model his behavior on that of his brother's usual companions in order to avoid conflict. Perhaps he wasn't as successful as he had imagined.
At his brother's next words, however, Stefan grinned. This, at least, was familiar territory. Stefan licked his lips as he slowly stepped closer.
"Mmh, right here? Right now? Whatever are all those good people going to think?"
Slowly dropping to his knees, Stefan started to undo Damon's pants. Strangely enough, his stomach was twisting in anticipation.
xoXOXox
His cock was already hard again when his brother took him out. Damon moaned low in anticipation and wasn't disappointed when Stefan's tongue licked his head. His body was already sensitive after trying on so many shirts. One of his hands buried itself in Stefan's soft hair while his other stroked his own nipples through the cloth.
"Don't hold back. Afterwards, I will return the favor. Hmm, so good. It's always best with you, do you know that? How's that, I wonder?"
Stefan was taking him in deeply and a low groan escaped Damon. He was so occupied that he didn't hear the approaching footsteps.
"Do you need anything, sir? Is it the right size?"
Chuckling at the double meaning, Damon managed to answer, his humor obvious.
"Everything fits just fine. Please wait until we've tried it all."
xoXOXox
Stefan would have said that it was the thrill of the forbidden, that even in his current state Damon knew on some level that what they were doing was wrong, but his mouth was otherwise occupied. He slowly worked Damon's erection with his tongue and lips before leaning forward to take him in as deep as possible.
Stefan moaned around that hard flesh, loving the taste, the feel of it. He relaxed readily as Damon started to rock into his mouth, the hand in his hair anchoring him in place. Ignoring the brief interlude with the sales clerk Stefan closed his eyes. It was wrong. And it felt amazing.
xoXOXox
His brother's skills had not diminished in the slightest and Damon started to thrust into that willing mouth. His fingers were tight in Stefan's hair, probably ripping out a few strands as he spilled his seed down his brother's throat. Panting, he stilled, caressing Stefan's messy hair.
"You give the best blowjobs, do you know that? And now you get one, too."
He put himself back into his trousers and sank down next to his brother, who was lying on the floor. With deft fingers, Damon opened the tight pants and was happy to see that Stefan was as aroused as he had been. Bending over him Damon licked the tip while his hands began to caress the base.
"Mhm, as delicious as ever…"
xoXOXox
"Must be the 70 years of experience..."
When Damon went down on him, Stefan bit back a moan, struggling to stay still. As blowjobs went, this one was pretty spectacular, too, and he proceeded to say so over and over again. It wouldn't last long. Soon he had to bite his own hand to keep from making too much noise.
What on earth were they going to do if someone came bursting in? Strangely enough, it was that thought that tipped Stefan over the edge. He came hard.
xoXOXox
Using all his experience as well as his intimate knowledge of Stefan's body, it didn't take too long until his brother was a panting, shivering mess.
Damon swallowed his brother's dick and nearly coughed. It had been a long time since he'd done it. Damon cursed the human reflexes his body still remembered. Nevertheless, he caressed Stefan's slim hips, going deeper until he cradled the soft balls in his hands, stroking them in time with his sucking.
When he hummed around his brother's cock, it was all over. Swallowing the lukewarm cum Damon sat back on his heels, licking his lips. He rested his head on Stefan's knees for a moment, feeling too relaxed to move just now.
xoXOXox
Stefan's head fell against the floor with a thud and he allowed himself a minute of rest before he slowly got to his feet. There wasn't much to clean up, but he straightened both their clothes and reached for his shirt.
"So which of these are you going to take? You said you needed a few more things..."
Holding out the different items to Damon, Stefan waited for his brother to nod or shake his head. Finally, he had assembled a big pile of clothes to take to the cash register. He paid the resulting sum without comment and shouldered the bags the assistant handed to him.
xoXOXox
Surprised that Stefan had paid for him, Damon took his share of the bags.
"Thank you, brother, for the clothes."
They went to a few other shops where Damon got a watch, purse and other necessary things. When they went back to the boarding house, they stopped at the photographer and got the pictures. In a rare, sentimental mood, Damon had insisted on getting a copy as well. It was nice to have a picture of the two of them together even though he looked ridiculous.
"So, are you happy with this photograph, Stef?"
xoXOXox
Looking down at the picture, Stefan swallowed hard. Every now and then, he'd catch a glance of himself and realize just how out of place he was, how he would never change, not really. This was one such moment. Finally, Stefan managed a smile.
"Oh, it turned out really well. And don't even think about destroying these – as you always say, a deal's a deal."
Not quite trusting Damon to not get rid of this evidence of his disfigurement, Stefan quickly stuffed the picture into his pocket.
"So now that you've got everything you need, what do you have in mind? Perhaps some quiet time after all the excitement?"
xoXOXox
"Don't worry. I have my own picture of us, I won't destroy it. Even though I don't look my best…"
Back in their room, Damon looked around with a grimace.
"I suggest that tomorrow we leave this dump and go to a nice hotel. How about New York? I heard that a lot has changed."
Maybe it wasn't the best idea to bring up New York, especially with what had happened there, but it was the nearest and biggest city. And Damon had no love for small towns, it was enough that he visited Mystic Falls now and then.
xoXOXox
Stefan shrugged, trying not to show any discomfort at the mention of New York. After all, he had only come here in order to look for Damon.
"Sure. We can go wherever you like. I really didn't have your standards in mind when I picked out these accommodations."
Although Stefan rather liked the familiar atmosphere of this kind of boarding house, he could see why Damon would prefer a big hotel.
xoXOXox
In a rare moment of sensitivity, Damon changed his mind. He really wanted his brother to stop this insecure behavior around him. They had known each other for nearly one hundred years, and he found it ridiculous.
"You know, I haven't been to Boston in decades. Let's go there, it's also quite close. And this boarding house was fine for the time being. I doubt we could have had peace in a plush hotel with me in my former state."
They went inside to their room and Damon dropped on the bed, quite exhausted. The near death experience had worn him out more than he thought. Quickly he took of his clothes to crawl between the sheets.
xoXOXox
"I suppose you're right. And Boston does sound good. I always liked New England, you know."
While Damon got ready for bed, Stefan put away their new clothes, carefully placing them next to his own. Tomorrow morning they'd have to buy another suitcase. There was no way all of this way going to fit into what little luggage Stefan had taken with him. When he, too, went to lie down, Damon drowsily reached out to pull him closer.
The next morning, Stefan was woken by soft kisses and a hand on his cock. He drew breath to moan, body reacting enthusiastically to his brother's touch.
xoXOXox
Damon loved how he could affect his brother so quickly. Kissing and touching Stefan leisurely, he soon had him moaning and panting. He took the oil he'd bought and spread Stefan's legs to prepare him with slick fingers.
"Can you remember a time when we didn't do this? Can you remember how you wanted this as a human? How I taught you all about pleasure? I was the first to fuck you, wasn't I?"
Kissing Stefan's bellybutton he made his way up, circling the hard nipples with his tongue. He brushed his lips over Stefan's neck several times, biting with harmless human teeth. When he deemed his brother well enough prepared, Damon lubed his cock, pushing in as slowly as he could.
xoXOXox
Closing his eyes, Stefan gave himself up to Damon's caresses. Soon he was moaning continuously, arching up to ease his brother's entrance.
"Always. Always wanted you. Would have given you anything..."
But that had been a long time ago, or at least that was what Stefan told himself. Now everything was different. Remembering what was expected of him, he tilted his head to bare his throat. It didn't take long for Damon to respond to the unspoken invitation. The sharp sting of those fangs hurt a bit, but that was nothing compared to the pleasure.
xoXOXox
Stefan's submission always fueled Damon's lust and he bit into the offered neck as he thrust inside his brother. Closing his hand around Stefan's cock, Damon hummed in appreciation at the double pleasure. He swallowed slowly, not wanting to take too much. After a while, he drew back his mouth and began to thrust faster into Stefan.
"Want you too. Always…"
Wanting to feel the complete connection Damon pushed his neck to Stefan's mouth while sinking his fangs back into his flesh.
xoXOXox
Needing more, Stefan met each of Damon's thrusts, simultaneously trying to push against that teasing hand. Suddenly his brother's neck was right there even as that greedy mouth pulled at Stefan's throat. Without thinking, he struck.
Stefan couldn't have said just what it was that triggered his orgasm. All he knew was that he was screaming through a mouth full of blood, body thrashing as it was flooded with sensations. Damon must have followed soon after, because the next thing he knew was that they were still together, both of them drawing deep breaths they didn't need.
xoXOXox
After the last shudders of pleasure had subsided, Damon kissed his brother deeply, mingling the taste of both their blood. It was nice just to kiss leisurely without an agenda, just tasting his brother. But then he slipped his softened cock out of Stefan and lay beside him, feeling at ease with himself and the world. When he felt rested enough, Damon fetched a towel and some water in a bowl and washed his brother and himself.
"We could take the afternoon train to Boston. Then we have enough time to buy suitcases and pack, all right?"
xoXOXox
Stefan stretched lazily as his brother washed him, closing his eyes to enjoy those gentle touches. Why couldn't it always be like this? Finally, he pushed himself up onto his elbows.
"Sure. Do you want to start packing while I go and buy another suitcase? You're going to need one for your new things."
Again, Damon was looking at him in a strange way, as if he had done something unexpected. Stefan smiled.
"What? I'm just trying to make myself useful."
xoXOXox
Again, Stefan surprised him with that subservience. Something was going on here for which Damon didn't have a manual.
"Stef, you're never useless. Remember, that was me back in the day!"
He grinned, shrugging off the uneasiness. Looking around, Damon contemplated the travel plans.
"Tell you this, why don't I go out and buy us new suitcases? You need one, too, by the way. And on my way I can grab a bite, while you fold the clothes."
xoXOXox
Stefan nodded his agreement and slowly got to his feet. Impulsively he leaned in for another kiss, telling himself that he had to take advantage of Damon's uncommonly generous mood.
Once Stefan was fully dressed, he started to sort their clothes into neat stacks on the bed. What little fit into his small carry-on was swiftly put away and by the time he ran out of things to do Damon returned. Stefan immediately took hold of the additional suitcases and got to work. Since everything was ready and waiting, it didn't take him long at all to finish packing. Finally, he looked up.
"There. We're all set to go."
xoXOXox
They took the train in the late afternoon, and even though it wasn't a long journey Damon insisted on having their own first class compartment. When they'd settled down, Damon had to break the uncomfortable silence.
"Why don't I tell you about Europe? Don't worry, I'll keep it safe for children's ears."
He proceeded to talk about his travels and the people he encountered. After mentioning a few names like Marlene Dietrich and Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, he saw that he had Stefan's interest. After quite some time Damon's stories came to an end.
"So, what's new in your life? How are our relatives? There must be some additions to the family."
xoXOXox
At first, Stefan listened rather unwillingly, still not thinking it a good idea to get too involved in his brother's world. Inevitably, he was drawn in, however, and even found himself chuckling at some of Damon's more improbable adventures.
"Well, I ... got a job. I wanted to see what is was like, so I worked as an accountant for some time. The family is well, though. There are some new children and Charlotte died. Nothing unusual."
Even knowing that they were his family, Stefan found it harder and harder to get truly involved in human affairs. Sometimes it felt like every time he started to care about somebody, they died.
xoXOXox
Damon couldn't help himself and he burst into laughter.
"I'm sorry, Stef, but that's so… I'm at a loss for words. An accountant. Of all things…Why an accountant? Is it really as boring as everybody assumes?"
Seeing Stefan's annoyed look and knowing that he was probably feeling insulted, Damon tried for a serious face.
"It's amazing how big the family got after just a few generations. How many children are there now? Six? Our great great grand cousins. Isn't it strange?"
xoXOXox
After the first moment of outrage, Stefan himself couldn't help but grin.
"It really was dull. But you know what they say: you've got to try everything at least once. Next time I'll know better."
Thinking back on his last visit to the boarding house, Stefan could only agree to his brother's next words.
"It's difficult to keep track of them all, isn't it? I try to get to know them, but time passes so quickly, I sometimes don't realize…"
Stefan wisely neglected to mention the fact that often their relatives didn't seem to welcome his visits. In a way he could understand them but in the past decades the boarding house had become a home to him and he would not give that up.
xoXOXox
Damon recognized Stefan's somber mood, but contrary to Stefan's opinion of him, he could understand it very well.
"At least they like you. When you come, the kids instantly take to you and surely the adults warm to you, too. When I drop by, they are so hostile that sometimes I have to compel them. And don't look at me like that. I'm always on my best behavior in Mystic Falls and nobody got hurt. But you have to understand, Stef, they named two kids after you and none after me. Moreover, to add insult to injury, they had the nerve and named the only brother of Stefan Donald."
Damon shook his head in frustration. Their relatives owed him a lot, and he hadn't done anything to them at all. Just because of the old stories coursing through Mystic Falls.
xoXOXox
Several sarcastic replies immediately formed in Stefan's head, most of which had to do with Damon's charming personality and disregard for human life in general. He didn't even want to know what his brother considered to be his best behavior. And clearly, there wasn't any use in pointing out that their relatives warmed to him because he worked hard to win their trust. Finally, Stefan just shook his head and turned to look out of the window.
"It doesn't really matter, does it? Besides, I'm not sure another pair of brothers with our names would be the best of ideas. We're not exactly a good omen."
He really wouldn't wish their twisted relationship on anyone. With some effort, Stefan pulled himself together.
"Would you like some coffee? I could go to the dining car."
xoXOXox
Damon stood up as well and they went to the dining room. With a glass of Irish Coffee, Damon sat down at a window.
"Do you know, how many times I helped them financially? And one time Sarah Francis had problems with her husband who was beating her, she asked me to help her. I compelled him to be decent and now they are happy with two kids."
Licking the cream on his lips, Damon continued, not wanting to stop talking whenever they hit a difficult topic.
"I know that I'm not like you, Stef. But when I say that I'm on my best behavior, I mean it. I don't hunt in Mystic Falls, only in the neighboring cities, and I don't kill. But well, maybe I want too much. After all, they are only our distant relatives. And at least we have our room there. I like it. It feels like home."
xoXOXox
To win time, Stefan sipped at his coffee. Why did Damon insist on discussing this? All the things Stefan might say would inevitably lead to hurt feelings. Finally, he sighed.
"You are dangerous, Damon, and everyone can tell. They ask for your help when they have no alternative and you get the room in return – but nobody in their right mind would want you around their children."
For a moment, Stefan fell silent, trying to figure out how to soften his previous words.
"I like the room, too. After the old house burned down, I thought we were never going to have a home again. Everybody needs at least one constant, I guess."
xoXOXox
Damon was glad that his brother was really talking to him and didn't timidly stop just because he might not like to hear his response.
"You are right, Stef. And I take that as a compliment, what you just said. I like being dangerous and powerful. And maybe it's better that they don't get used to it, imagine if they got involved with other dangerous people. After all they do acknowledge me as a relative, as head of the household, together with you. By the way, I made sure that there is no vervain whatsoever in and around Mystic Falls…"
Drinking the last of his coffee, Damon looked outside. They had reached the outskirts of Boston.
"Well, we'd better get our things, we'll be there in a few minutes."
xoXOXox
When Damon didn't lose his temper, Stefan breathed a sigh of relief. He certainly didn't see himself as the head of anything, but if that was his brother's point of view, Stefan could live with it. He just hoped he hadn't caused problems for their relatives.
"You're right. But why don't you just stay here and let me take care of everything. After all, that's what I'm here for."
Without waiting for Damon's reply, Stefan got up to fetch their suitcases. He was actually glad to have something to do. All too soon, they were standing on the platform.
"So do you have a particular hotel in mind, or should I just tell the cabbie to take us to the most expensive one?"
xoXOXox
Damon laughed without restraint, breathing in the smell of the city.
"You know me too well, brother. And I know that you probably haven't been treating yourself to any luxuries, so we should go to the Lenox. I was told by European acquaintances that the Back Bay Suite there is like heaven. It shouldn't be too far from the station."
They took a cab and after five minutes, they stopped in front of the elegant building with an Italian style. Damon sauntered in to the reception desk like he owned the whole hotel. Luckily – for the head porter – the suite was available. When they entered the suite, even Damon was stunned. It was huge.
"This is even better than I had hoped. Do you like it, brother?"
xoXOXox
The hotel was nothing short of spectacular – even Stefan had to admit that much. Their luggage had already been delivered to the suite and he immediately started unpacking, carefully putting away Damon's things as well as his own.
After getting a good look at the sheer size of the rooms and the general layout, Stefan paused.
"So would you prefer separate bedrooms or should I move both of us into the master bedroom?"
Even though Stefan was all but sure of the answer to that particular question, he still felt that he ought to ask. Surely, none of his brother's toys would dare to move in with him without express permission.
xoXOXox
Again, Damon was thrown for a moment. There had been a time when Stefan had desperately wanted his own room to stay away from him. But never had he offered a choice, especially since his answer must be predictable.
"Why, of course you sleep in the master bedroom. The bed would be far too big for me alone, now wouldn't it?"
He explored the bar and, satisfied with the result, poured Stefan and himself some scotch. Handing the glass his brother Damon frowned.
"You know, I don't even know what you prefer to drink. Besides animal blood, that is… Do you like scotch?"
xoXOXox
Accepting the glass, Stefan sipped at the strong liquor. He did like scotch, but mostly because it reminded him of Damon. On his own he rarely drank anything stronger than wine.
"Scotch is fine, thank you. I don't usually drink all that much."
His brother still seemed puzzled by something and Stefan suddenly realized that he rather liked Damon that way. Smiling coyly, he took a step forward.
"So what else can I do for you, Damon? Do you have any ... particular wishes? Because I am here to please you."
xoXOXox
Damon shook his head in bewilderment. Maybe he should have Stefan checked for strange spells or the like. But meanwhile, he would enjoy the show and see how far Stefan would go to please him.
"Well, if that's how it is, then I want to see you strip to the music from the wireless. I just love this technical innovation."
He turned to the radio box and switched to some slow music. Sitting down on the bed, he faced Stefan and commanded in a drawling voice.
"So strip. Slowly. And dance."
xoXOXox
Refusing to let himself be embarrassed, Stefan took up his position in front of Damon. He had no particular talent for music, but as any child of his time, he was familiar at least with formal dances.
Stefan first let his jacket slide down his shoulders, stepping forward the moment the discarded garment hit the ground. His shirt was next. Stefan slowly undid one small button after the other even as his hips started to sway in time to the music. Trying to get into the moment, he closed his eyes and, licking his lips, gave himself a few teasing strokes through his pants. This wasn't going half-bad.
xoXOXox
Damon's grin turned predatory while watching his brother get used to the motions. Clearly, Stefan was a natural at this, his hips swaying in the rhythm of the soft music, his hands trailing over his own body, touching himself.
"Wonderful, Stef. Now the pants…"
Damon touched himself, palming his erection through his trousers. When Stefan was finally naked, Damon beckoned him closer, moaning at the way his brother was sauntering over.
"Undress me. With your mouth."
xoXOXox
Once he was fully undressed, Stefan stopped and waited for further instructions. His eyes widened as he realized just what he was supposed to do. Trust Damon to come up with something like this. Well, two could play that game...
Stefan moved in to nuzzle at his brother's throat, trying to figure out how to go about this. Thank God Damon was only wearing a shirt and pants. It took a while to fumble the first button open using nothing but his lips and tongue.
Soon Stefan picked up speed and in no time at all Damon's shirt was open and ready to come off. The pants were a different matter, however. He had to mouth at his brother's crotch for long minutes before he finally managed to catch the zipper between his teeth.
xoXOXox
In the back of his mind, Damon wondered if the last order had been such a good idea. Stefan slowly, too slowly, undressed him, opening the buttons with his mouth and Damon moaned at the soft touches. When his brother's mouth reached his groin, Damon had to hold still until Stefan opened the zipper, and that was a delicious torture. But finally he was freed and Stefan pulled the trousers down with his teeth.
"Very good, Stef. Now I want to see you prepare yourself. Here's ointment."
Pushing some lube into Stefan's hand Damon lay back in the soft pillows. His brother had turned around and he could comfortably watch the proceedings.
xoXOXox
If Damon had expected Stefan to be shocked, he was sorely disappointed. The latter accepted the lube with no sign of discomfort whatsoever and moved to kneel at the foot end of the big bed.
Inside, Stefan was in turmoil. He had agreed to play the role of one of his brother's toys and some part of him even found the whole scenario exciting, but at the same time, he wasn't sure what – if anything – acting like a slut would accomplish.
Reaching behind himself, he pushed two fingers into his own body. Stefan bit back on the small curse that wanted to escape his lips. It felt like it always did, too much and not enough all at once and Damon was watching him.
xoXOXox
Astonished about his brother's nonchalance Damon's eyes rested on Stefan's backside, watching the fingers slide in and out. Soon his brother had three fingers widening his hole and Damon moaned at the visual stimulation, his finger's itching to take over.
"Nice, brother, very nice. This should be enough."
Damon took hold of his own throbbing cock, stroking it a few times.
"So what do you prefer? Riding me or me taking you? On the back or on hands and knees? It's your choice."
xoXOXox
Stefan panted softly as he stretched himself open. He would have liked to touch himself, but he needed his hand to keep his balance. Soon his thighs were trembling and he moaned, needing the other vampire to take action. He wasn't at all sure he could take the additional strain of riding Damon.
"Need ... need you inside of me. Please just..."
Dropping his hand to his side Stefan spread his legs wider. Waiting for Damon was its own form of torture and it felt like long minutes until the situation was remedied.
"Please..."
xoXOXox
Studying his brother's shuddering body Damon took the lube and applied it to his erection. With one hand, he grabbed Stefan's shoulder and pushed him down. Drawing his brother's hips to him, Damon impatiently buried himself in the tight ass. He moaned at the close fit. As always, it felt spectacular, as if they were made for each other. Of course, Damon kept those thoughts to himself.
"So good, brother. As tight as ever…"
Soon he set a fast pace and, growling with need, Damon bent forward to catch the point where neck met the shoulder. Striking like the predator he was, Damon's fangs sliced into the pale flesh. He swallowed gulp after gulp of the lukewarm blood and moaned loudly as he reached the peak, his hand sneaking to the front to stroke Stefan to the finish as well.
xoXOXox
Desperate to hold on to something, Stefan's fists clenched into the sheets as his brother pounded into him. When he came, his mind went completely blank. He couldn't think, couldn't even breathe. So very good...
Stefan stayed completely still until Damon had pulled out. Then he collapsed. He would need to feed soon, particularly after his brother had taken blood just now. Groping for the sheet, he curled up to sleep. Tomorrow. He'd find some animal blood tomorrow when he was feeling stronger. At this moment, moving was pretty much out of the question.
xoXOXox
Happily exhausted, Damon fell back in the bed. Stefan was curled up next to him, but too far away. For a moment, Damon wondered why he was always cuddling or snuggling with his brother, when he didn't do it with anyone else. Maybe because Stefan was the last thread connected to his past life, his human life. Or maybe just because they were used to it. Damon had spent a lot of time in his brother's bed when they had been boys, when they had been innocent.
Shrugging away those somber thoughts, Damon crawled over and hugged Stefan from behind. It wouldn't do to dwell on the past. There was only one thing that mattered now: what Damon wanted he took.
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Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, Stefan felt his brother spoon up against him. With a sigh, all remaining tension left him. At times like this, it was difficult to remember that this wasn't a sign of affection. Just now, there was no reason to fight the illusion, however.
In the morning, Stefan's stomach was growling. He gritted his teeth as he tried to disentangle himself. Damon would just have to do without him for a few hours. Getting away from his brother was easier said than done, however. After a minute or two, he gently shook Damon awake.
"You've got to let me go. I need to eat."
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Stretching lazily Damon let go of his brother and opened his eyes. There were several replies coming to his mind, but he stopped them, knowing that any discussion about this particular subject would only dampen the mood. Wanting to show his good will, he mumbled:
"There's a big park just a few streets in the east. Or go to some butcher, but it's too early for that. You could compel them however."
He lifted his head to look at his brother. For once Damon had surprised him. Damon smiled lazily, rolling back into the soft covers.
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Instantly suspicious at Damon's easygoing attitude, Stefan hesitated. It wasn't at all like his brother to support his feeding-habits. For lack of anything else to say, he finally thanked Damon and went to get dressed.
It didn't take Stefan long at all to find the park and catch a few rabbits. At this early hour, there wasn't anyone around and he could use his vampire speed. Well-fed, Stefan returned to the hotel in high spirits.
When he found Damon still in bed, he pounced onto the mattress and kissed those tempting lips.
"You're getting lazy, brother. It's such a beautiful morning and yet here you are - still in bed."
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Groaning at the hyperactivity of his brother, Damon opened his eyes again, but before he could scold his brother, he got a sweet kiss. Instantly placated, Damon's hands found his brother's nape, drawing him closer.
"Of course it is, after such a kiss. And you smell like cuddly bunnies, makes me want to cuddle you too."
His voice was only partial sarcastic. Deciding not thinking about this matter too much Damon sat up.
"So what do you want to do? And don't return the question. I want to do what you want for a change."
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Wrinkling his nose at Damon's sarcasm, Stefan tried to think of a fitting answer. Well, if his brother wanted him to choose their activities for the day, he'd do so.
"I'd like to go out and see how the city has changed. I used to love the harbor! We could go to one of those little restaurants that serve fresh seafood…"
Belatedly remembering his role, Stefan curbed his enthusiasm and cast down his eyes.
"Unless you'd rather do something else, that is. I'm open to suggestions."
Damon still didn't seem to know what to make of this behavior.
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"Why, I think that is a formidable idea. And I love the Boston fish chowder. Haven't had it in ages. It's as good as the bouillabaisse of Marseilles."
After throwing on some clothes, they walked to the nearby harbor and Damon insisted on renting a boat to go to some of the close islands. Their conversation steered clear from personal topics, but they talked a lot about technical progress. Damon described his impressions on European politics.
"I feel that Germany is like a volcano, and I don't want to be there when it erupts. Obviously, England and France believe that nothing will happen, but I disagree. And war isn't what it used to be."
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"No, I suppose it isn't. Although the Civil War seemed bad enough already... "
The war that had taken Damon from him for the first time. Now his brother was lost without any war to blame it on.
"Things haven't been going to well around here either. You may not have noticed, but even now people are recovering only slowly from the Great Depression. For a long time there was hunger and poverty everywhere."
For a moment, Stefan fell silent. Perhaps he shouldn't be speaking this openly, but he enjoying discussing current events with his brother. Nobody else shared his background, his education, and yet they didn't think alike at all.
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Satisfied that his brother was once again more like himself Damon continued with their discussion until they got back to the harbor in the evening. They chose a nice small restaurant from which they could already smell the delicious scent of cooked and fried fish.
During their dinner conversation, Damon suddenly had an epiphany as he remembered in the back of his mind their 'peace talks'. How Stefan had said that he would behave like one of his toys. Damon had completely disregarded it, but now he knew that his brother had meant it literally. His brother was stupid. As if he could ever be one of his toys. And Damon didn't want that anyway.
But for now, he wouldn't say anything. If Stefan liked his new role, Damon would let him continue with it and wait for the perfect moment to clear things up. Until then it would be fun.
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The seafood was delicious and even though he didn't really need it for sustenance, Stefan ate his fill. He had found that even human food helped curb his bloodlust. Once he was done, Stefan gave an exaggerated groan.
"God, I'm glad I can't gain weight from this,. Otherwise I'd be as round as Churchill…"
Leaning back, Stefan watched his brother. Damon seemed noticeably more confident – it seemed like the balance of power had once more shifted. Well, it had been fun to keep his brother on his toes for those few days. Stefan would just have to think of something else to retain the upper hand for the remainder of these four weeks together.
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Trying to imagine Stefan older and with a big bulging stomach was difficult. Damon chuckled, but then he stilled. Sometimes, in very few and far between moments, he wondered what their lives would have been like as humans.
"Do you sometimes wonder about how our human lives would have worked out? You'd have been forced to marry that dumb girl father had chosen for you. Remember how much you hated that thought? And I would probably have died in the war. Or run away with some floozy."
He took a gulp of the cool white wine and studied his brother's face. Even though eternally frozen at the age of seventeen, Damon could see the age shining through.
"Right now we would already be dead."
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Stefan barely managed to refrain from pointing out that the only reason Damon – and himself for that matter – hadn't run off with some floozy was the fact that Katherine had been caught by the mob first.
"Julia wasn't that bad. She was... dull. God, she was dull. But she was only 15 – age might have improved her."
Damon had never seemed to care about that, though. Besides, there was a reason Stefan tried not to dwell on the past. It was too depressing.
"I would have become a doctor and you would have inherited the plantation. We could have lived near each other and our children would have grown up together. Perhaps it would have been better that way."
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Damon thought about it for a while. It had been a long time since he tried to remember their human lives.
"You know that the only reason I deserted was her? If she hadn't come to Mystic Falls, I would have gone back to war. And maybe you can't remember, but my squad was completely wiped out. I would have died with them. And you would have inherited the plantation."
Damon sighed. As usual, reminiscing wasn't worth the time.
"Even if you hate to hear it, for me this was better. I can't imagine another life. I know you think differently, but even you would have been devastated by a life with this girl who could barely read. And you didn't get along with anyone else there except with me. At least now you have a chance to do what you want."
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In Stefan's mind, he had convinced his brother to desert and everything had played out the way he had just outlined. None of that mattered, though.
"Well, and now I get along with everyone but you. A fair trade, wouldn't you say?"
By now, they had finished the dessert and Stefan sat back. Time to end this serious conversation.
"Should we leave? Since I picked out today's activities, it's your turn now. What do you have in mind?"
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Damon felt a flicker of hurt, which he immediately suppressed ruthlessly. He just didn't do emotions as he'd decided a long time ago.
"I would like to go to a concert. Modern for a change. Swing or Jazz."
They took a cab, and Damon asked the driver to stop at some well-known Jazz club . With their expensive clothes, they had no problem getting in and sat in a dark booth. On stage, a big band was already playing and Damon soon got carried away by the dark voice of the singer. After a few songs, he looked over to his brother, who didn't look unhappy for once.
"Do you like it?"
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Thank God, this club turned out nothing like the one they had visited together all those years ago. Ever since Lexi had dragged them to see their first jazz band, Stefan had found this new style of music fascinating. There seemed to be no fixed rules, no memorized melodies to guide the flow and yet the result was always harmonious.
Stefan barely paid attention to his brother as he watched the musicians interact. At times like this, he wished that he had a little musical talent. Only when the music stopped did he notice that Damon was looking at him instead of the stage. Stefan quickly set his face into neutral lines.
"The band was really good, don't you think?"
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Damon nodded and looked back to the stage where another band set up their instruments.
"I love jazz, it's so lively. In Europe, it's not quite the same, even though there are some good bands, too. But it's too stiff in a way…"
He leaned over for a quick kiss, daring Stefan to back out. Anyway, it was dark in the booth and nobody really could see them in the back where they sat. Damon wasn't sure what he wanted right now, but since showing that he cared was part of their agreement, he pulled up one hand to feather over Stefan's features, while his other caressed the soft hair.
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Eyes widening, Stefan froze as his brother touched his face. As always when Damon was gentle with no apparent purpose, he was instantly suspicious. Every time his brother behaved like a human being, cruelty was sure to follow.
That night, when they returned to the hotel, both vampires were quiet. Stefan was a bit more relaxed. Damon's arm was around his waist, fingers rubbing slow circles against his hip. This was familiar, at least.
Up in the suite, Stefan shrugged off his jacket.
"So what now? What else do you do with your toys, Damon?"
TBC