Title: Eternity
Authors: Ayumie and CrowX
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Damon/Stefan
Word count: 8314
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: Thank you all for your patience. I wish you all a Happy New Year! My new year resolution: to update more often (though it's not up to me personally).
And as always, many thanks to my wonderful and extremely fast beta reader dysprositos!
1/1/2014: I got a very strange review that doesn't make any sense to me. It's from a guest, so if that person reads this, could you explain?
"Guest chapter 16 . Dec 31, 2013
There's no language called 'Chinese' or 'Indian' sigh"
I'm pretty sure that Chinese is a language since I'm studying and speaking it. And the same goes for Indian, I'm sure (eye-roll inserted here ;-) ). Very strange comment!?
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ETERNITY
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Chapter 16
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Of course, Stefan had seen the way Martin and his wife had looked at him. Clearly, Damon hadn't thought of what kind of impression his stories would make in combination with Joseph's death. Suddenly it seemed like the man had only been trying to protect his family.
Stefan went upstairs and moved the furniture just as he had said he would. Instead of putting away his things, though, he went back downstairs to find Martin. The fresh fear in his eyes hurt almost as much as what he was about to do. Finally, he just said it without any preamble.
"I'll leave, if that's what you want. Just say the word and I swear that I'll never set foot into this house again. You can all forget I ever existed."
xoXOXox
Martin didn't say anything for a while and just looked into Stefan's face. His great-grand-uncle whom he always thought trustworthy. Stefan hadn't denied Damon's accusations. He'd accepted them with what Martin suspected strongly was guilt and repentance. Although Martin feared Stefan, he was sure that Stefan wasn't a threat to him and his family as long as they didn't turn against him like Joseph had.
"No. Even if Damon was right, it's your home, Uncle Stefan. We are a family and even in difficult times, that should mean something."
Something else occurred to him and he laughed a little.
"No one but you can manage Uncle Damon. I'm sure he won't be leaving out of courtesy like you just suggested. And I have to admit, before you came here, he was tolerable enough to us and our guests, and he owns the house."
xoXOXox
Stefan's shoulders slumped with relief. He hadn't expected Martin to be this calm about the matter – or to answer the way he had.
"No. I don't suppose Damon would ever agree to leave. Although I don't seem to be doing a very good job handling him these days. Sometimes I think my being around actually makes it worse..."
Stefan forced himself to smile and turned back to the door. He could really start to settle into his new room now.
"And Martin – thank you. I won't forget this."
It took Stefan the better part of the afternoon to sort his possessions away. In the end, the room was just short of cluttered, but it radiated a warm, tranquil atmosphere that made him feel instantly at home. Of course, that was when Damon came back.
xoXOXox
It was already early evening when Damon returned. He'd ordered a custom made king-sized bed of dark-wood with matching nightstands, a writing desk and two armchairs. He needed nothing else, since the room was equipped with a big walk-in closet already.
Going into his room, he was a little surprised at the emptiness. It occurred to him then that he would have to sleep somewhere else until the furniture arrived. Already knowing what he would do, he went to the library for a drink or two. Reading and watching television, he waited until it was late in the night. Finally, Damon made his way to Stefan's new room, which was complete chaos. His brother seemed to sleep already and Damon crawled into his bed.
xoXOXox
Footsteps woke Stefan in the middle of the night. He had been quite happily asleep in his new room, secure in the knowledge that this time nobody would disturb him. Apparently. Though, he had been wrong. Damon's scent hit his nostrils and Stefan bit back a curse.
"What are you doing here?"
Of course it was rather obvious. Stefan stilled as his brother pressed against him, not quite sure what to do. He couldn't turn Damon away, not without causing a scene that might destroy whatever sympathies their relatives still had for them.
xoXOXox
Irritated that his brother was awake and that he had to explain himself, Damon growled lightly.
"I want to sleep in a bed. You wouldn't deny me that, now, would you, brother?"
He scooted back a little so that there was a gap between them. That was it, no more concessions.
"You won't get me out of here without a fight, which we both know you'll lose. So. Just. Sleep."
xoXOXox
On the one hand, Stefan wanted to tell his brother to go find another bed – this was a boarding house, for God's sake. There were a lot of empty rooms. On the other hand, he already missed the contact, wanted to cuddle back against Damon.
Finally Stefan settled back down. There really wasn't anything he could do. After another ten minutes he rolled over and curled up against Damon's back. Finally Stefan fell asleep.
xoXOXox
When Damon woke up it was quite late, but his brother was still sleeping next to him, clinging to his body. Slowly, Damon disentangled himself and stood up, looking down at his brother. He could just leave, but where was the fun in that?
Shedding his underwear, he crawled back into bed, carefully pulling the blanket down to expose Stefan's hips. Not wanting to wake his brother too soon, Damon pulled his pajama pants down just enough to free his half-hard cock. Positioning himself so that his erection was aligned with Stefan's face, Damon gently licked the cock in front of him.
It didn't take long until it grew harder and then he sucked it inside his mouth, his hands already caressing Stefan's thighs up to the balls. His brother didn't have much body hair in general, but Damon loved the soft hairs that were dusting the base of his cock and balls.
xoXOXox
Stefan was drifting. Something felt very good and he made a happy noise. Something smelled good, too. Half-asleep, Stefan leaned forward, nosing at what felt like soft skin. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was nuzzling his brother's crotch.
He hadn't meant for this to happen. He had thought to keep his new room clean of this. But then Damon stared sucking harder and all of Stefan's good intentions went straight out of the window. With a small groan, Stefan gave in, tilting his head and drawing Damon's hard cock into his mouth.
xoXOXox
Moaning around Stefan's erection, Damon slowly thrust his hips forwards until his own cock was inside that talented mouth. Wanting to make Stefan see what he was trying to give up, Damon put everything he knew into the blow-job. Sucking down the shaft, he swirled his tongue around the head until finally he swallowed the cock. His hands caressed the soft balls and when he swallowed another time he felt the cock pulse and shoot come down his throat.
His brother was neglecting his own cock and with a small impatient push, Damon reminded him of the unfinished business. Finally, Stefan's lips began to move and Damon leaned back on the bed, groaning harshly. It didn't take long until Damon felt the familiar tightening in his stomach, finally pouring his seed into his brother's mouth, whimpering quietly as he came.
xoXOXox
As always, his brother's mouth drove Stefan to distraction. Damon knew exactly what he was doing and soon Stefan was panting helplessly, unable to do anything but ride the pleasure. He didn't last long.
Still dazed, Stefan suddenly realized that Damon was thrusting into his mouth. Closing his eyes, he started to work the hard flesh in his mouth, savoring the taste and feel of it. When Damon came, he swallowed. Afterwards, Stefan slumped into the pillows.
"So when will you get that new bed of yours?"
xoXOXox
Damon turned around, feeling blissfully relaxed. Stretching his limbs a little he settled into the blankets.
"The carpenter had one there which I liked, but it was too small. It will take him a week to change it according to my instructions."
He looked over to Stefan, smirking as he drew up his eyebrows.
"Why do you ask? Impatient to get me out of your bed? I'm hurt."
xoXOXox
Stefan shook his head. He didn't feel like jumping through Damon's hoops, not after everything that had happened. He gritted his teeth as he thought about what his brother had done to him the other day.
"I want peace. It's just a few more days until the funeral. Do you think we can manage that without a fight?"
After the damage of the last few days, Stefan knew that once he left this time, he wouldn't be back for at least a decade. He hated the way Martin and his wife looked at him now, hated the fear in their eyes.
Of course…he deserved nothing less.
xoXOXox
Damon reluctantly agreed. The next two days they developed a pattern. Damon kept sneaking into Stefan's bed when he was asleep and left again before Stefan woke up. He thought it was funny when his brother snuggled against him every time.
It was nice to have some time without Stefan's whining, but Damon felt like he should move on soon. Not directly after the funeral, that would seem strange, but a few weeks later. When the day of the funeral arrived, they dressed in dark suits and joined the family for the ceremony in church. Damon had to bite back a chuckle, as some of the family members, who had traveled there for the funeral, were giving them surprised looks. Partly because they were there, but also due to the fact that they were sitting in church without harm. Those stupid humans, Damon sneered inside.
xoXOXox
Over the next few days, Stefan didn't quite know what to think. They shared a bed and very little else. During the days, he and Damon avoided each other as much as possible. Stefan, too, wanted peace and didn't ask any questions.
The funeral was tough. Stefan kept his head down, wondering whether there had been anything he could have done differently. In the evening, he was sad and tired. For once, he didn't want to be alone. Biting his lip, Stefan hesitated. He looked at his brother.
"Should we go upstairs?"
xoXOXox
Damon wondered whether Stefan just wanted his company or more, but the last days had been very quiet. Damon didn't do quiet and silence. By now, Stefan's room was cleaned up and looked much like it had before.
With a sigh, Damon lay down on the bed, crossing his arms behind his head.
"So let's talk. Wasn't the hat Charles' wife was wearing outrageous?"
Damon continued to make small talk, all the while smirking with half-hidden amusement as his brother was fidgeting in his seat.
xoXOXox
Damon's comment made Stefan laugh almost against his will. That hat had been something. However, almost immediately he grew serious again.
"Will you be kind to me, brother? Just for tonight. If... if you do that we can celebrate the arrival of your new bed in any way you want. You get to do whatever you want to me. Do we have a deal?"
To tell the truth, Stefan just wanted to be hugged and some part of him remained stubbornly convinced that his big brother was the person to turn to. It was actually somewhat frightening.
xoXOXox
Frowning, Damon looked his brother over. Stefan was projecting misery. The deal alone was enough to make him agree. A deeply hidden part of him wasn't reluctant at all to comply. If anyone were to learn that he actually liked to cuddle, he'd have to kill them.
He stood up and walked over to his brother, enfolding him in his arms. Stefan was melting into the hug and Damon slowly stroked his back, taking the tension away.
xoXOXox
Knowing that Damon would keep his word, Stefan was finally able to relax. He pressed his face against his brother's neck, breathing in that familiar scent. So good. Why couldn't it always be like this?
"Let's go to bed?"
Stefan gasped softly as Damon moved them to the bed with vampire speed. He wanted to feel skin and tugged impatiently at both their clothes. Damon was warm. Stefan needed more of that.
xoXOXox
As he'd promised, Damon took his time to take care of his brother. Slowly he undressed Stefan, pushing his hands away when he tried to get them off faster. Bending down, Damon kissed each revealed inch of skin, caressing every part of Stefan's body.
His brother was moaning and Damon grinned lightly, brushing his lips over the sensitive nipples. He drew back again and lay down on top of Stefan, pressing their cocks together. He looked into Stefan's eyes, drawing his fingers along those chiseled features. Leaning down, he brushed his lips over his brother's, sliding his tongue over the lips. Finally, he kissed Stefan, but only for a short time.
"Love your smell, Stef, love how your body feels under me."
xoXOXox
Stefan's eyes flew open as he heard Damon's words. He whimpered. Was any of this real or was Damon just saying these things because of their deal? Maybe it was a dominance thing…
Forcibly pushing those thoughts away, Stefan arched against his brother. He decided to just let go.
"Love this, too. Love having you close."
Already all but frantic, Stefan ran his hands over Damon's strong body, kissed his neck and shoulder. His fangs were peeking out, control over his vampire instincts wearing thin. He needed Damon out of those pants now.
xoXOXox
Moaning, Damon grabbed his pants and took them off without moving his lips away from Stefan's neck. He decided not to bite, since he supposed it wouldn't fall under the definition of 'nice'.
His growing impatience made it difficult to not just push into the writhing body beneath his. Damon knelt and searched in the nightstand, smirking when he found the lube Stefan hadn't thrown away. He spread Stefan's legs and, putting a pillow under his ass, started to prepare the tight hole with his tongue. He knew that his brother enjoyed that immensely, so he took his time rimming him, pushing his tongue in and out in an arrhythmic pattern.
Finally, he lubed himself up and, as slowly as he could, he pushed inside.
xoXOXox
Stefan lay gasping, concentrating on the delicious sensations Damon was sending through his body. He lifted his hips, trying to get closer, to get more. By the time his brother was preparing to thrust inside, Stefan was more than ready. He wrapped his arms around those broad shoulders, drawing Damon down on him.
"God, yes! Feels so good. I just – more..."
Then it got even better: Damon was honest to god kissing him, swallowing all the needy little sounds Stefan kept making. It felt like intimacy – it felt real. Stefan whimpered and drew his brother's hand to his cock.
xoXOXox
Moaning in the back of his throat, Damon started a slow pace, drawing out their pleasure for as long as he could. He pulled Stefan up, those long legs wrapped around his hips, so that every part of their upper bodies was touching. His brother's erection was trapped between their stomachs.
"Mhm, be patient, little brother. I'll take care of you, just enjoy it…"
With small but hard trusts, Damon felt himself getting close already. Caressing Stefan's back with one hand, his other cupped the small ass, stroking the firm globes even as he pushed inside. He kept kissing his brother to prevent his fangs from dropping. After a seeming eternity, the peak was approaching. With a growl Damon came, his tongue as deep inside his brother's mouth as his cock in his ass.
xoXOXox
Stefan came hard, clinging to Damon the entire time. Even when it was over, he didn't let go as he usually would have. Tonight this was his right, after all. When his brother made to move, Stefan tightened his arms.
"Don't. Don't go. The entire night – you promised."
Stefan was still holding onto Damon when he drifted off to sleep.
xoXOXox
Still shivering with the aftershocks of pleasure, Damon stayed buried inside his brother, holding him tightly. They dozed off and Damon woke up in the middle of the night when Stefan was trashing in the bed, muttering nonsensical words.
"Shh, Stefan, everything's alright. I got you."
He held Stefan's arms down, putting small kisses all over his face. His brother was still sleeping with a frown on his face and Damon used his power to slip into his dream.
His brother was dreaming about hateful accusations from their various relatives. Shifting the dream Damon projected a memory from their childhood, when they went fishing at the nearby lake.
xoXOXox
In the morning, Stefan was sleeping peacefully. Once he woke up, he didn't remember his dreams, but they left him feeling warm, happy. Then he remembered that their truce was over and he ought to be on his guard once more.
Sitting up, Stefan ran his fingers through his hair. Damon was still asleep, or at least pretending to be. For a while, Stefan just watched his brother but after a few minutes he couldn't help but reach out and touch. Then Damon's blue eyes slid open.
"So when does that bed get delivered?"
xoXOXox
Damon had always been a lazy morning person. He loved to sleep in, lounging in bed until lunch. Snuggling under the blankets, normally with some plaything or another, he liked this quiet time as a contrast to his stormy nightlife.
When he woke up that morning, he felt like this, too, and rolled closer to Stefan, pushing his head into the caressing hands.
"Mhm, another few days at least. This is nice to wake up to. Can you do my back, too?"
He closed his eyes again and dozed lightly until his throat signaled strong thirst.
xoXOXox
Unable to help the small smile that crept over his face, Stefan moved closer. He was actually quite good at giving massages and, of course, he knew Damon's body intimately. Running his hands over his brother's back, Stefan started to work on the knots in those strong muscles.
Later, Stefan grew aware of the fact that Damon was looking at him with something that could be only described as hunger. Stefan swallowed. Then, before he could change his mind, he held out his wrist, offering it to Damon.
"Here. I know it's not what you need, but..."
xoXOXox
The massage was wonderful, especially since his brother was giving it to him. Annoyed that his bloodlust interrupted, he sat up. With surprise, he saw his brother actually offering a drink to him. He didn't have to think twice about this kind of invitation.
"That's awfully kind of you, Stef. I won't say no."
He gently took the offered limb and kissed the palm of Stefan's hand before sinking his fangs into the soft flesh. He hadn't fed in a while and had to be careful not to take too much. Moaning as the blood hit his tongue, he sucked gently, not once looking away from his brother's eyes. The blood was weak and didn't have the best taste, but it was Stefan's blood, freely given without being in the heat of the moment. It was special.
xoXOXox
Stefan gasped softly as the sharp fangs pierced his skin. He watched Damon drink, resisting the sharp tug of hunger he felt at the sight. He'd hunt later.
"You're welcome."
Aware that his voice sounded husky, strained, Stefan briefly shook his head. He really needed a shower.
The next few days were almost as bad as the funeral. After he felt that he had done everything in his power, Stefan stayed mostly upstairs, not wanting to face the family unless he absolutely had to. Then Damon's bed arrived.
xoXOXox
When his furniture arrived, Damon was relieved. It would be good to spend the last few days or weeks in his own room without anyone interrupting him. Stefan had been moody and absent during the nights, probably out hunting.
It took a whole day until the bed was assembled and sitting on a big Persian rug in the middle of the room. It was nearly 3 meters in width, with a huge, elaborately decorated frame made of mahogany. Behind it was the walk-in closet and in front the door to the bathroom. Next to it Damon placed a mirror against the wall, nearly as high as the room. After putting the armchairs in the two other corners with the desk in between, everything was finished.
When the workers were done, Damon closed the door in his curious relatives' faces. Since he'd already bought sheets and pillows, he made the bed, sighing in contentment. Then he heard a knock on the door.
xoXOXox
When Damon called to come in, Stefan hesitantly stepped inside. The room looked bigger than when they had shared it, emptier. Apparently Damon didn't have a lot of things, because most of the cupboards had yet to be filled. The sheer size of the bed made up for that, however.
"So this is it, huh? It's ... different."
For lack of anything better to do, Stefan closed the door behind himself. Once this was over and done with, he'd be free to leave. But first he had to keep his promise.
xoXOXox
Damon sat down in one of the armchairs, holding one of his new lead crystal glasses filled with the finest scotch. He'd already fixed some ropes around the frame.
"Perfect for any orgy I might plan. But for now I want you to strip and lie down."
He went to his cupboard and opened a hidden compartment. He turned around to watch his brother strip while taking out a box. Opening it he took out a longish object, fingering the end to see if the batteries were still working. They were. Smirking he walked over to his naked brother, his cock already rising at that enticing sight and straining against his trousers.
xoXOXox
Trying his best to keep his promise in mind, Stefan took off his clothes. Once he was naked, he pulled back the coverlet and slid between the sheets. Craning his head, he tried to see what Damon was doing. The sounds weren't particularly reassuring. Pushing himself up on his elbows, Stefan swallowed hard.
"What… what are you going to do?"
When Damon turned to him, Stefan's eyes grew wide. Suddenly he wasn't at all sure he'd be able to go through with this.
xoXOXox
Smirking Damon put the banana-shaped object on the nightstand and began to tie his brother up.
"Don't worry. It's just a massage device. At least that's what the advertisement says. It feels really good."
Finally, Stefan was tied to the bed, spread-eagled, for his eyes only. Taking in a sharp breath Damon crawled over him, caressing Stefan's half-hard cock. He would have to make Stefan lose his worries, so Damon started to stroke Stefan's naked body slowly, kissing all of his brother's sensitive zones. When he heard the first little moan, Damon drew up to kiss those soft lips, biting them softly, as one lubed hand sneaked down to touch Stefan's hole for preparation.
xoXOXox
Far from calmed by Damon's words, Stefan eyed the small object on the bedside table and shifted a bit. The ropes held tight; he was trapped. Then Damon moved on top of him, teasing his body to pleasure. It didn't take long.
Soon Stefan was writhing, moaning into his brother's mouth. When he felt slick fingers against his opening, he relaxed and spread his legs wider. Damon just meant to fuck him, after all. He wouldn't hurt Stefan, not really.
xoXOXox
Damon moved down again, enjoying the fact that the bed was big enough to play inside without having to crouch awkwardly. Without his brother noticing, he'd taken the vibrator from the table, lubing it up as he engulfed Stefan's length with his mouth.
The device wasn't very thick and long, in fact it was smaller than Damon himself, so it shouldn't be a problem. He'd already used it a few times himself and found the sensations great, but not able to really replace his brother's cock.
When Stefan was thrusting into his mouth Damon carefully pushed the vibrator inside, after making sure that his brother was well enough prepared. He could feel the sudden tension and made humming noises around the hard cock in his mouth as he pushed the vibrator in fully, angling it at Stefan's prostate.
xoXOXox
Stefan's head fell back as Damon started to suck him, eyes closing to concentrate on the sensations. When he felt pressure against his opening, Stefan jerked. At first he wasn't quite sure what to make of it – then the vibrations started.
"Damon?"
Arching his back, Stefan whimpered. The vibrations were traveling up his spine, almost too intense to tolerate. Dimly he realized that Damon was pulling back, looking at him. Stefan gritted his teeth, struggling not to give away his feelings.
xoXOXox
Feeling his brother tensing, Damon turned down the vibrations until it was quite gentle and should be a constant hum at the prostate.
"Just relax, brother. It's not bad, it feels great, believe me. I won't hurt you."
He bend down again to suck at the softening cock and was rewarded when it grew fully hard again. Carefully he pushed the vibrator in and out, angling in the way that he knew would Stefan make feel good.
"I brought it with me from Europe. It's still not common, just available on the black market. It will change soon, I believe. Even if you don't believe it, nobody except you gets to take me and I used this device while thinking of you, when you took me from behind, trusting hard into me until you made me moan. It's way smaller than your magnificent cock, but I imagined it to be you, pushing inside me until I had to come."
Damon whispered those seductive words against Stefan's erection, licking it in between.
xoXOXox
It did feel good. Stefan couldn't help the way he was moving into his brother's caresses, the way he moaned as he heard those words. The image of Damon with that thing in his body was enough to drive Stefan crazy. He tried to lift his hips, push himself back into that warm mouth.
"God, please. Want more ... want your cock..."
The vibrator was starting to feel good. Damon kept pressing it against Stefan's prostate, making him twist and whine.
xoXOXox
Damon let go of Stefan's cock with a plop.
"Not now. In round one we'll see how much you like that thing inside your ass..."
Talking about using the vibrator as an substitute for his brother had made him yearn for Stefan's cock inside his ass. But that was for later.
"I want to taste you. Swallow everything you have to give to me. You always taste so good."
He increased the pulsations, letting the vibrator rest against Stefan's prostate. Fondling his brother's balls with his hands he swallowed his cock to the hilt.
xoXOXox
"Wh- round one?"
Stefan's eyes widened as he tried to think of what else Damon might have planned for the night. Then his brother once more went down on him and it was all he could do not to scream. The sex toy kept buzzing in his ass, making him shake helplessly. Less than two minutes later, Stefan came hard. Damon's mouth kept sucking insistently, drawing every last little shiver out of him. Stefan lay panting.
"Please ... take it out. Too much..."
xoXOXox
Damon didn't let go of his brother's cock until it was spent, swallowing most of Stefan's cum. Hearing his plea, he complied and switched off the device, taking it out. Damon himself was rock hard, but ignoring it for a while he drew back up for a kiss, letting Stefan taste himself in Damon's mouth.
"I love seeing and feeling you falling apart under me."
He knelt next to his still tied up brother, caressing the bound limbs as he took off the restrains.
"Don't worry, I know your stamina. Soon you'll be ready to take care of this."
He gestured to his own erection, stroking it.
xoXOXox
Stefan rolled onto his stomach, rubbing his wrists. He was feeling wrung out, but even now looking at his brother's naked body was enough to send a thrill of arousal through him. Damon was just that beautiful.
"Don't worry, I'll keep my word. Anything you want."
Reaching out, Stefan traced the length of his brother's cock.
"So should I suck you?"
xoXOXox
Damon lay back on the bed as Stefan touched his hardness.
"That would be great. And prepare me, I want you taking me."
Stefan didn't even hesitate as Damon pulled his head down to his cock. Damon let himself relax, for once not holding back the noises he made. Before he could come, however, he pulled away. Searching for the discarded lube, he put it into Stefan's hands. He opened his legs wide to give his brother better access.
"Open me up, little brother. I want you to fuck me, make me come with your name on my lips. Want to see the concentration on your face while you pound into me…"
xoXOXox
Damon's taste had been enough to make Stefan hard again in record time. He made a small sound of protest as his brother pulled him away. He, too, would have liked for Damon to come into his mouth.
Working his fingers into his brother's ass was almost as good, however. Stefan took his time, using a lot of lube until Damon's hole was completely relaxed.
Sliding up that gorgeous body, Stefan moved into position. Since Damon had talked about seeing his face as they fucked, he was reasonably sure that this was what was expected from him.
xoXOXox
Damon bent and spread his legs, looking down to see how Stefan held his own cock to push into him. He moaned quietly as he was finally filled. Stefan stayed still for a while and Damon pulled him closer, all but wrapped up around Stefan's body.
"So good. It's always such a treat when you take me…"
Then he wasn't able to formulate sentences as his brother began to thrust into him in earnest. Resting his hand on the small of Stefan's back, Damon's eyes half-closed in pleasure, but he never broke their eye contact. Finally, Damon began to growl in frustration.
"Touch me, brother, please."
xoXOXox
Damon felt amazing. Stefan was encased in tight heat – it was almost as though his brother's flesh was trying to pull him in. He concentrated on moving slowly at first, only gradually increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts.
After a few minutes of this, Damon was almost begging. It was too much of a temptation to resist. Blindly reaching down to wrap his hand around his brother's cock, Stefan let go. He pounded into Damon, mindless of everything but pleasure.
"So good. Want to keep fucking you forever..."
xoXOXox
"Wish you could do that. Would be a perfect way to spend eternity, drifting from one orgasm to another."
Moaning, Damon only moved his hips slightly up to meet his brother's thrust. Out of a strange reflex, he grabbed Stefan's hand, lacing their fingers together. Damon knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer.
"Mhm, love this. Oh god, Stef…"
With a barely hold back scream Damon came powerfully as shudders raked through his body. He coated both their stomachs with his cum as he clenched around Stefan's cock, sighing with pleasure.
xoXOXox
Stefan's head dropped forward, forehead resting against Damon's shoulder. The feeling of the strong muscles contracting around him was more than he could take. Stefan came with a growl, riding out wave after wave of pleasure until he collapsed on top of his brother, utterly spent.
As soon as he was able to move, he rolled off. Grabbing a corner of the sheet, Stefan tried to clean himself. He was sweaty, sticky, exhausted. Stefan threw a dirty look at the vibrator now resting innocently on the bedside table.
xoXOXox
Grabbing the sheet from Stefan's hands Damon bend over him with a wet towel he'd prepared in advance, cleaning first Stefan and then himself. Noticing the look, he chuckled.
"It's just a toy, it won't be impressed by your death glare. And you've got to admit that it was not bad, right?"
Throwing the towel away, he pulled Stefan back into bed under the covers. Even though there was space for four people to lie comfortably, he wanted his brother to stay the night. Enclosing him in a tight hug he pressed against Stefan's back, tangling their legs together. Burying his face against his brother's neck, he breathed in his scent and sighed contentedly.
xoXOXox
For a moment, Stefan's eyes widened in surprise. Damon was holding him close, clearly unwilling to let him leave. Stretching his limbs as much as he was able to, Stefan shifted into a comfortable position. He tugged at Damon's arms until he was securely enfolded in his brother's embrace. Then he fell asleep.
Damon's bed was very comfortable and big enough to get lost in. Eyes cracking open, Stefan looked straight into his brother's face. He burrowed closer with a sigh. How could this feel so right?
"Good morning."
xoXOXox
Damon repeated the greeting with a small smile, his eyes still closed. He felt indulgent, not only to Stefan, but to himself. Right now, he just wanted to stay in his warm soft bed, cuddled around his brother.
He slept for a bit longer and when he woke a second time, it was already noon. His brother was still there next to him, reading a book.
"What are you reading? Is this Portuguese?"
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Slightly embarrassed by the fact that he still had his arm around Damon, Stefan sat up straighter. He shouldn't let himself be lured into a false sense of security.
"It is. I spent some time in South America a few years ago and picked up the language. Books are so much better in their original version."
Impulsively, Stefan leaned down and placed a brief kiss onto Damon's lips. Since he was leaving anyway, it didn't matter – if he wanted to kiss Damon, he'd kiss him.
"It is a nice bed – I slept well."
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Smiling into the kiss Damon stretched a bit and rolled over, knocking the book away.
"I can't speak Portuguese, but I picked up quite a lot of Asian languages in the last decade. Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Indonesian, Thai, Indian and Vietnamese."
He licked Stefan's ear down to the neck, putting little kisses everywhere. Damon already felt hungry for another tumble between the sheets. Knowing how to persuade his brother, he caressed his sensitive spots such as the inside of his elbows, his hips and the hollow of his throat.
"エロい。いつも君が欲しい。"
[You're hot. I always want you.]
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It never ceased to surprise Stefan how little Damon had to do to catapult his body straight to arousal. He moaned helplessly as his brother's mouth fastened on the bend of his arm, licking and nibbling with just enough pressure to sting.
"I didn't understand a word of what you just said..."
Stefan twisted until he could get his hands onto that gorgeous body, fingers twisting into the soft hair at the nape. He tugged until his brother had to lift his head and look up.
"Why won't you let anyone else fuck you? Why this ... thing? It's not that special..."
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Damon stopped a minute to consider the question. He hadn't really thought about it before.
"It's just that I don't feel comfortable with anyone in that position. I can't trust them. Only you. But I like the feeling against my prostate and when I found that toy, it was perfect."
He bent down and kissed Stefan deeply, wanting to wipe the look of astonishment from his brother's face. He thrust his hardness against Stefan's groin, growling at the hindrance of the pajama bottoms.
"That's why I'm always hungry for you to top."
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This was one of the moments Stefan wished he could believe what Damon was saying, really believe those words. After a moment, he closed his eyes, dropping that line of thought before he could get his hopes up.
"Well, you got your fill yesterday, didn't you? I hope I lived up to your expectations. How about you show me how it's done?
Waggling his eyebrows suggestively, Stefan grinned. Sex usually worked well to divert Damon from pretty much anything.
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"Oh, and how well you did it. It's always spectacular, brother. But since you asked me so nicely, why don't you spread your legs?"
He took off the pajama bottoms and descended on Stefan's body, ignoring his already hard cock in favor of moving deeper. Putting a pillow under his brother's ass, Damon sought out the hidden opening, caressing it with his tongue. Stefan's moans encouraged him to go further and he slipped his tongue inside. This time he was too impatient to wait for much longer, and slicked his fingers up, preparing his brother swiftly. He drew up again to give Stefan's cock a few licks and then he hovered over his brother.
"Put your legs over my shoulder and we'll see what I can teach you..."
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Stefan obeyed and lifted his legs, spreading himself wide open. His head fell back with the first thrust. The angle was different this way, deeper. Mouth forming a small 'o' of surprise, Stefan arched his back. He tried to keep his pleasure off his face, though.
"Mmh, feels good, but I think I did that much yesterday. What else have you got?"
It did feel good. Stefan couldn't help the shivering little moans that kept slipping past his lips as Damon started to move in earnest.
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Pushing into Stefan's body, Damon increased the speed, knowing that he was brushing his brother's prostate with every move. He bent down to lick Stefan's neck, following the line of the jugular.
"If you want me to be more creative, I'll have to make some preparations for the future. But for now I think I want to taste you. And I want you to drink from me, too."
He let his fangs sink inside Stefan's neck at the same time as his hand closed around the throbbing cock. As always, his brother's blood made him moan and he bared his neck for Stefan's eyes.
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Since he was still on animal blood, being bitten actually hurt a little bit. Stefan gasped. In combination with Damon's rough thrusts, however, being fed on felt amazing. As did sinking his own fangs into Damon's smooth neck. Stefan could taste the pleasure in his brother's blood and it was enough to make him fall apart.
Since they were feeding on one another, they didn't have to hold back. Both vampires drank their fill as their movements grew more erratic. Orgasm was approaching swiftly and it promised to blow Stefan's mind. Only the fact that his mouth was full of blood kept him from crying out.
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Growling in the back of his throat, Damon swallowed mouthfuls of blood as he came in his brother's body, enjoying the pain of the reciprocated bite. With a sigh, he drew back, licking the already healing wound clean. Carefully disentangling himself from Stefan, Damon pulled back and went down on his brother, licking his juices from the muscled stomach. The salty and slightly bitter taste was a nice contrast to the sweetness of Stefan's blood.
"It's interesting how different you taste. Every part of you has a trace of Stefaness, but still it's always a different flavor."
Cleaning himself with the towel from last night, Damon pulled the blankets over them, enjoying the coolness and softness of them.
"No one's expecting us, Stef, so why don't we just stay here?"
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Letting himself be pulled down, Stefan enjoyed the contact. He was still feeling weak with pleasure, boneless. Damon's impromptu clean-up had given him the rest. Eyes half-closed, he breathed in his brother's scent.
"All right. I can start packing later..."
He would leave today – Stefan had promised himself that much. This trip had already cost him dearly. Joseph was dead. The family didn't trust him any longer. It was enough.
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Hiding his disappointment that Stefan intended to leave so soon, Damon chose not to say anything at all. After all, they had nothing but time. He pressed his face against Stefan's back, not caring that he was cuddling him.
After dozing off for quite some time, Damon woke up to Stefan watching him, only to look away at being caught. He felt sticky, and even though he loathed losing the smell of sex he stood up, taking Stefan's hand.
"We're in dire need of a shower. And if you leave today, I'm in dire need of another one of your perfect performances inside of me."
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Apparently, Stefan just wasn't in a mood to turn Damon down – particularly since he liked the idea of a shower in the latter's obscenely spacious new bathroom quite a bit. Nodding in agreement, Stefan got to his feet. His skin was sticky with drying sweat and come and even a little blood.
The hot water felt wonderful – as did Damon's hands that were spreading soapy bubbles over his skin. Stefan closed his eyes and enjoyed being touched. Then it was his turn. Soaping a washcloth, he turned to wash his brother's gorgeous body, taking care not to miss a single spot.
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Moaning, Damon turned around, glad he'd gotten the new big shower. He pushed his ass into Stefan's hand with the washcloth. Leaning against the wall on his arms he spread his legs.
"Want you, Stef. Want to feel you inside, pushing me against the tiles. To feel you thrust in and out of me…"
By now, he was so comfortable with Stefan in the upper position that he wasn't above pleading.
"Please, brother. If you go today, you should give it to me hard. It's a pity that we heal so fast. I would love to have difficulties walking and sitting the next day, carrying your bite marks for the world to see…"
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Stefan laughed softly as he dropped the washcloth and cupped Damon's ass with no barrier between them. He slipped a slick thumb between those firm cheeks, tracing the hidden crack in between.
"I don't think so. I think you just like the idea – in reality you'd hate every second of being marked by me."
Leaning down, he sank his fangs into his brother's shoulders, licking away what little blood welled up before the wound closed.
"See? All gone."
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Whining Damon pushed against the finger invading him, wanting more. He arched his back into the bite. He'd come too close to admitting his deepest, most hidden secret and was glad that Stefan wasn't picking up on it.
"That just means you have to try all the harder. And by harder, you know what I mean."
Wiggling against Stefan, he looked over his shoulder, blinking the warm water out of his eyes. Even though wet, his brother's hair was sticking in all directions.
"You're a tease. What do I have to do? I'm already begging you. Please just take me now…"
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"I guess I will..."
Stefan bit down twice more, viciously tearing into that smooth flesh. He groped blindly for the conditioner and slicked himself. The hot water kept pouring down over them, making it difficult to find purchase and raising their body temperature to an almost human level.
"You taste good, brother."
With a growl, Stefan pushed into Damon's ass with no further preparation. Immediately he was gripped by tight heat, couldn't help but thrust deeper, harder. His brother was about to get his wish.
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Damon groaned harshly as pain mingled with pleasure. His brother was doing just as he'd asked him to and he braced himself against the tiled wall, pushing his ass back into Stefan's groin.
"Damn, yes. So great, Stef, want you so much…"
He whined with the relentless pounding against his prostate, feeling the peak of pleasure approaching.
"I'm close. Please, touch my cock…"
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Stefan's mouth found Damon's pulse point, fangs scraping over the tender skin right above the jugular.
"I don't know... I like you like this. God, you're almost desperate..."
Stefan let his brother squirm a bit longer until finally he, too, lost control. Biting down, he wrapped his fingers around Damon's cock. After that, he just let go.
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It was too much. Damon couldn't hold back the scream as he came, spilling himself over Stefan's fingers. The water was still hot and pouring over them, cleaning them. Damon turned and held onto his brother, small tremors wracking through his body.
After a while, he disentangled himself and, pulling Stefan's face to his own, claimed his lips in a deep kiss.
"Ah, that was fantastic..."
He grabbed the washcloth and started to clean his brother gently. Damon didn't know why he felt so clingy all of a sudden.
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Resting his forehead against the cool tiles in front of him, Stefan struggled to catch his breath. It had been fantastic. He responded to Damon's kiss, briefly pressing their bodies together once more.
They finished cleaning each other in silence. Then Stefan went to his new room to pack a few things and store the rest safely away. It wouldn't do to have the family stumble across his journals. Once he was done, he looked around. Damon was standing in the doorway.
"What do you think? Can I leave it like this?"
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Looking around, Damon nodded. Even when they came in to clean, their relatives wouldn't see anything untoward.
"I doubt that they will try to open your desk or cupboards."
He left unsaid that they were too afraid now. Taking Stefan's suitcase and bag in a rare show of courtesy Damon went downstairs.
"Where do you plan to go by the way? And by train or by plane?"
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"None of your business, and I'm taking the train."
Stefan was considering a trip up the Pacific coast, but he didn't want to risk Damon following him. In the future, he'd also go to a college or university, but talking about that particular plan would just invite scorn.
Ducking his head, Stefan picked up his suitcase. Martin had been the only other member of the family who had said goodbye and he had been visibly relieved to see Stefan go. It had hurt.
"Well, that's it, then. Take care of yourself."
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Damon went after Stefan and grabbed back one bag. With a high, exaggerated voice, he admonished him.
"You don't have to be so curt. Not after all that we have shared."
Smirking, he pulled Stefan's hand and went to the garage, opening the big doors.
"Of course I'm going to take you to the station. Just like last time."
He put his brother's bags into the car he'd bought when he first arrived in town. It was a blue Chevrolet.
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Rolling his eyes, Stefan let himself be pulled along. He would have preferred to leave quietly on his own, but apparently it wasn't to be. The car was nice but not flashy, not what he had expected from his brother.
"All right. But promise not to make a scene."
They drove to the train station in near silence. Stefan looked out of the window, watching those familiar streets pass by. He wondered how much all this would change before he returned.
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"Why would I want to cause a scene? I'm certainly not about to break into tears... I might kiss you in front of everybody, how does that sound?"
Smirking he watched Stefan's face pale. Satisfied he was keeping his brother on his toes, Damon parked in front of the station.
"Come on then, the next train leaves in ten minutes."
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"And that wouldn't be causing a scene...?"
The mere thought of Damon kissing him in public was enough to make Stefan tense with dread. If anyone was capable of doing such a thing, it was his brother. Stefan had never been so grateful to see a train in his life. Grabbing his suitcase from Damon, he moved towards the first class carriage.
"How long are you planning to stay here?"
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"Just another week or two. Just so that the family knows that we aren't a package deal..."
The train was already in the station, waiting for the last minute arrivals. After buying a ticket for his brother, Damon helped him into the train, smiling at the bewildered look on Stefan's face. The station wasn't very crowded and with a quick glance, Damon saw nobody looking in their direction. He took a step into the entrance and pulled Stefan to him. Not letting him get away, Damon grabbed his face between the palms and kissed him.
Even though nobody could see them, Damon felt deliciously daring. The train was blowing the horn, signaling the departure and Damon jumped out of the train.
"I'll see you on our big anniversary at the latest, brother..."
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Stefan's lips were still tingling from Damon's kiss when the train started to move. Suddenly he felt the insane urge to pull the emergency break, to jump out and run back to his brother. Instead, he turned his back to the window.
Less than two weeks later, he met up with Lexi in Miami. She hugged him fiercely, eyes alight with happiness.
"Something wonderful happened. I ... I've met someone and I think I'm in love. Really in love! I can't wait for the two of you to meet!"
Hugging Lexi back, Stefan suppressed a brief surge of jealousy. He'd be happy for his friend.
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TBC
Happy New Year Everybody!