Right, you have no idea how annoyed with that chapter. Imagine, I was trying to get you a long chapter and everything, spend about 5 hours on it, and then upload it here, and it comes out I have only 1,486 words. I was speechless. Anywho, I made it longer, so you better fookin' enjoy it and review.

Chapter 2.

I could be wrong, I could be right.

They put a hotwire to my head

'cuz of the things I did and said.

They made these feelings go away,

but those feelings get in every way.

"Damon." It was the most beautiful name he had ever heard, and it rolled off his tongue so easily. And now, his eyes were locked on those mesmerizing blue eyes the man owned. He wanted to get lost in them. He wanted them to be the first thing he sees in the morning, and the last before he falls asleep.

He was breathing hard, and something wet was trailing down his cheek, that didn't matter though. Nothing mattered anymore, except for one person and that scorching feeling in his heart.

Damon seemed to be giving out light. It was not from the outside, from the inside rather. It was blunt, but strong at the same thing, though it didn't make sense. Nothing made sense anymore.

He studied the man's face. The light stubble, the raven hair, the perfectly shaped nose, and then the lips, he had to lick his own.

Oh, how he wished to capture those lips in a kiss. In a kiss so passionate and rough that they'd both end up gasping for air. He wanted to part those lips, and taste him.

How he wished to feel his hands all over him, in his hair, on his chest, on his erection.

How he wished to trail his own hands down that muscular body, down to Damon's crotch. How he'd love to tangle his hands into Damon's hair, and pull at it, receiving a shameful sadistic pleasure from it all.

His head was spinning. Nothing else mattered, nothing. He had to touch him.

Only now did he notice how tight the shirt Damon wore was. It clung to his muscles, and the first two buttons were undone, giving Stefan a good view of the pale skin underneath the black fabric. Black was such a sexy colour, how did he not notice that before.? The exposed neck was like a magnet for Stefan's eyes. The veins were just barely visible. Thinking of all the blood passing through those veins made Stefan dizzy.

He had been biting his lip, without even noticing until it started bleeding. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth.

The only thing he could see was Damon. Everything was quiet and still, and the only thing that could be heard was Stefan's heart that was about to beat right out of his chest, and his heavy breathing.

All the barriers and walls were long gone. They have collapsed, and dissolved. All that remained was what was behind that wall. The thing - the PERSON - that Stefan had been longing for ever since. The person he's been denying every since such a thought crossed his mind. He never let it into his head in the first place, which resulted in it being locked away somewhere at the very back of his mind. It never ocurred to him that perhaps he wasn't so heartbroken over Katherine for years. It was Damon all along, he just denied it. Denied it with every ounce of him, every single piece of him.

Something inside him was pushing him forward now, urging him on. He HAD to touch him or he'd die. He has waited for so long.

He started towards Damon, who was now frowning, yet still managed to look ...

Stefan was lost for words. He tripped over something but pushed at it with his hands. Nothing could stop him now, nothing could get in between him and Damon, HE HAD TO GET TO HIM.

His hands and knees were shaking, making it almost impossible for him to keep his balance. He was so close now but something was blocking him, not letting him go any closer. Frustration was clear on his face.

But he was so close.. so close..

His trousers were way too tight, and he could feel something wet and sticky in his boxers. That didn't bother him at all though.

"Damon.." He moaned, almost pleaded, as he held his hand out, trying to reach the man, trying to touch the fabric of his black shirt that clung to his body so perfectly. It was so hard to speak. His voice was hoarse. Damon was still sitting on the ground ready to withdraw or run away (or at least that's what it looked like) , and if Stefan didn't touch him he would die, he would burn and dissolve. Dissapear, or explode into million pieces.

He could feel Damon's aftershave now. That spicy scent of cinnamon, a slight hint of the earthy sandalwood and something else he could not put his finger on. He breathed in the musky scent with his eyes half closed. It made him dizzy. It made him feel so safe, and secure. As if nothing, absolutely nothing, in this world could cause him harm. He was so content he could have collapsed right there on the ground, and would gladly stay there forever if he could just breathe in that scent, but he couldn't... He had to get to Damon.

Then Damon's lips were moving, he was speaking, no shouting, at someone.

"Take the spell off for Christ's sake!" This was a command, not a question, and Stefan once more, found himself incredibly aroused.

He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he could see Damon frowning, and Bonnie, Alaric and Elena staring at him incredulously. What has he done.?

He was kneeling down on the ground with his hand reaching towards Damon, and tears on his face.

Noooo.

Stefan's mind was forced to replay the events of the last minute in his head and he went pale. His heart sunk, and there was a lump in his throat.

He tried to catch his breath, but it was close to being impossible.

What..What did I just do.?

Nobody dared to say a word. The silence was excruciating. Even Damon was lost for words.

DAMON.? This has to be a joke.! He's ... He's not my deepest desire. This is some kind of a sick joke! He's not my desire. He's no desire at all.!

His head was screaming at him and it was giving him a headache.

He looked up at Damon, and his eyes locked on his for a second. His older brother seemed to be in shock, just like he was.

Stefan's cheeks flushed bright red. He could have passed as traffic light. He wanted to run away, and hide somewhere. Someone had to SAY SOMETHING. DO SOMETHING. First he felt like throwing up and then he wished for the floor to open up and suck him in so he wouldn't have to look at any of his friends anymore. What were they thinking about him now?

"Someone must have compelled him." That was Damon's voice. His face was an emotionless mask once again, and Stefan knew that he would be mocked about that incident forever even if he ACTUALLY WAS compelled. He probably was. Most obviously. Yes, he had to be compelled, otherwise he wouldn't have done such a thing. Never.

His heart refused to agree.

He saw nodding heads all around, and the next second Elena's arms were embracing him, wiping the tears away and kissing his cheek. "I guess normal Halloween just isn't happening, huh.?"

Stefan was left with Alaric and Bonnie in the living room, as Elena insisted that Damon comes to the kitchen with her to get something to eat. As if they didn't have enough food in the living room already.

"What was that about Damon.?" She was frowning and her arms were folded. She was pissed off. Upset Elena was a dangerous Elena, noted Damon.

"What was what.?" He asked, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned back against the counter. Of course, he knew what she meant. "Whatever you might think, I did not compell him. It seems I'm the one who makes Potter's wand go up. Get it.?" He nudged her in the ribs, lightly, and laughed.

And then she slapped him. He did not see that one coming, and his jaw hurt for few seconds. He brought his hand up and started rubbing it, whilst frowning. "What the hell was that for.?"

"That was not funny, Damon. Whatever sick game you were trying to play at, it didn't amuse anyone."

"Maybe if you paid a little attention, you would have realized that I was just as suprised as you were. Don't give me that jealous girlfriend crap now. It's not like I'm gonna steal your Pothead boy from you." And then he would have been slapped again, if it wasn't for his great vampire reflexes. He caught her hand. He leaned in closer to her, before speaking through gritted teeth. He was getting pissed off as well, and pissed off Damon was not something you'd want to experience. "I did not compell him." After that he withdrew, grabbed the six pack of beer that was lying on the kitchen counter and retreated back to the living room.

He really had no idea what the hell was happening. He was sure he didn't compell Stefan. He hadn't had a proper snack in weeks, we wouldn't even have the power to compell him to do THAT. It was certainly worrying, but then again it could have been an outsider that compelled him. But Damon didn't really believe that. He didn't know what to believe anymore.

After the rather interesting end of the game, Damon insisted they sing karaoke. Stefan really didn't know how they even had karaoke, but he guessed that it was probably stolen. He didn't need the details. He helped Alaric set up the bleedin' abomination whilst Damon disappeared into his room for 'necessary bits' as he called it.

As it came out the 'necessary bits' were a Michael Jackson army style jacket which replaced the cape, one white sparkly glove and an Elvis Presley wig.

Bonnie couldn't stop laughing when she saw him, which earned her the rest of the evening of death glares.

"Right, here are the rules." Asked Stefan ( after about 20 minutes of fighting with the machine, the cables and the microphones, he was sweating ) holding the microphone in his hand. "You sing, there is a list of songs prepared. They're put on a shuffle and whichever one you get you sing. You cannot back out or complain about your partner or the song. We'll start out with duets, and whoever gets more points stays, the looser has to wait for his round. Who wants to begin.?"

All the hell broke loose when both Damon and Alaric shouted "Me.!" at the same time. Then they glared at each other.

"Perfect." Stefan announced before shoving a microphone into their hands.

"I don't want ..." Damon began but was cut off by Elena. "No complaining or backing out, remember.?"

"It's not exactly my dream to sing with you either." Muttered Alaric, so only Damon could hear him. "Let's get this over with." He spoke louder, and Stefan grabbed the remote and pressed shuffle. Whilst they did that Elena has gotten up to get a beer, she was back just in time to see what song they would be singing.

When the title of the song came onto the screen Damon's jaw dropped. "Are you for real? I'm not singing that to him.!" Both Elena and Bonnie were clutching the pillows tightly, trying to muffle their laughter with them. "No backing out." Elena reminded.

"Endless Love - Lionel Richie&Diana Ross." Disappeared from the screen and the music started. The lyrics soon appeared, and now it was hard, even for Stefan to hold back the laughter.

Damon started singing. He was looking at Stefan, then at Bonnie, Elena and Alaric. He was mentally shooting daggers at them. It was not a death glare he was giving them. It was psycho killer look he was giving them.

"My love. There's only you in my life. The only thing that's right."

Alaric was blushing, as he began singing his lines, however he quickly found a solution for that. Instead of focusing on the fact that he was singing that with Damon, he kept looking over at Bonnie. "My first love. You're every breath that I take. You're every step I take."

Then they sang together. "And I, I want to share all my love with you. No one else will do." Damon looked at Alaric, and the man returned the gaze. Even though it was one of the most romantic songs they were singing, the gaze held no love whatsoever. Quite the opposite, actually.

Sitting there on the sofa, right beside Elena, Stefan let his eyes lock on Damon for a while. He was a good singer, no denying, but why was it that he felt this weird tug at his heart whilst he listened to him singing a love song.?

"And your eyes.." That was Alaric, then followed by Damon. "Your eyes..."

And together again. "They tell me how much you care, oh yes. You will always be... My endless love." The whole scene was actually quite hilarious. Alaric looking super embarrasing clutching a microphone tightly, with Damon in an Elvis Presley wig, a Michael Jackson jacket and glove standing beside him, looking super grumpy, and unhappy.

"Two hearts, two hearts that beat as one, Our lives had just begun." They heard Damon laugh. "Inaccurate. Mine began about 200 years ago."

It was Alaric's line next, so the comment didn't interfere with his singing. "Forever."

And then they were singing together again. "I'll hold you close in my arms." Stefan felt a shiver run down his spine, and as if to convince himself that it was his imagination playing tricks on him, he placed his arms around Elena. "I can't resist your I, I'll be a fool for you. I'm sure, you know I don't mind."

"Oh you know I don't mind." Damon was looking quite pained to be singing such a song.

"You mean the world to me. Oh, I know, I found in you my endless love."

"They're actually quite cute." Elena muttered to Bonnie, and Stefan shifted uncomfortably hearing the comment. Obviously, Damon heard it too, and was now facing Elena in stead of the TV. He seemed to know the lyrics off by heart. "In love.. I'll be that fool for you. I'm sure, you know I don't mind. And yes, you'll be the only one. 'Cause no one can deny, this love I have inside. And I'll give it all to you... My love..." Damon's eyes flickered to Stefan for a split second, he smirked and locked his eyes on Elena again. "My endless love."

Stefan was so angry. Damon was clearly doing that on purpose, just to piss him off. What puzzled the younger vampire to no end was the fact that Elena liking the song being sang to her didn't bother him. However the fact that it was DAMON who sang it to her did. Immensely so.

"I need to go to the bathroom. Excuse me." He felt Damon's eyes on him as he left. He didn't use his vampire speed. Just slowly dragged his legs up the staircase and into his room, into his bathroom. He put his hands on either side of the sink, and leaned down, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

What was wrong with him?

He splashed his face with cold water and looked at himself in the mirror. Nothing changed. He was still himself. He still looked exactly the same. Well, except for the lightning on his head that Elena drew on, the one that Damon laughed at, but...

He sighed, feeling the hurt of being laughed at.

It didn't bother him, no scratch that. It shouldn't bother him at all in fact.

He sat down on the edge of the bathtub and hid his face in his hands. He couldn't stay up there for long. They would send someone up to check on him. He massaged his temples, and after sighing again, got up and walked back down into the living room where...

"ELENA?"

As soon as Stefan was out of sight, Damon let Alaric and Bonnie sing a song ( even though HE had more points, obviously ) and he sat down beside Elena and put his arm around her. "Did you like the song.?" There was three empty cans of beer standing on the table in front of her. Good, he had come across drunken Elena before, and drunk Elena equalled fun.

"I never knew you were a good singer." She stated, and he smirked. "You don't know many things about me, princess." Elena giggled. Thanks God Ric and Bonnie were too absorbed in looking at each other and singing "Paperweight - Joshua Radin", otherwise they would have been seriously worried about Elena and her mental state.

He heard the door of the bathroom open, and suddenly an idea jumped into his head. "Did you know I'm a great kisser, for example.?" He raised his eyebrow suggestively, and all he received in response was another giggle and a 'no'. He took his chance then. "Let me demostrate." He leaned in, and pressed his lips to hers, but before she could even respond to the kiss, there was Stefan on the stairs, and that voice of his. "ELENA?" He sounded more shocked than angry.

Why was he so shocked anyways.? Obviously Damon was the better looking sibiling.

But the next thing he knew he was being pinned to the wall, by no other but his brother who was.. hissing and cursing at him. "Can you not keep your hands to yourself for one evening.?"

Elena ran up to them and was trying to get Stefan's hands off Damon's neck. She wasn't having any luck. "Stefan, stop this.! It was my fault!"

Damon saw the resignation in his eyes, and then he felt his grip lighten, and then it was gone. However, after that came something he didn't expect. He got slapped... by Elena. That would make it twice this evening. "Don't you ever try that again!"

Stefan was angry. But there was so many other emotions mixed, he couldn't even begin to describe them. The most worrying bit is the fact that he wasn't jealous of Damon, he was jealous of Elena.

That was wrong.

.Wrong. And could not be true. Never.

He threw himself down onto the sofa, and looked at Elena just in time to see her slap Damon. "Don't you ever try that again!" He raised his eyebrow slightly, and found his eyes locked on the red cheek that belonged to Damon Salvatore.

They all ended up watching a horror movie about Halloween, because Damon claimed to be tired of the karaoke drama. Stefan was glad.

Of course, Elena was snuggling up to him, as was Bonnie to Alaric.

Damon was the lone wolf, sitting in the armchair, keeping his eyes locked on the TV all the time. He seemed to be quite distant, but when was he not.? His thoughts were definately not on the movie anyways.

All Stefan wanted was the party to end. He wanted to go to bed, and sleep. And preferably forget about the incident earlier on. About the whole night preferably.

No matter what he did, he could not focus on the movie. His mind kept going back to that... The way he felt.. It was just so REAL. Every single emotion was so clear, and ten times stronger than ever. Every single sensation... It was as if his senses has gone crazy.

He looked over at Damon, and just as he did, his older brother looked at him. He cursed at himself mentally, and teared his gaze away.

There was no way in flippin' hell that Damon was his deepest desire. He definitely was compelled. It was probably Damon that did it too.

He felt the anger surge up within him. The flames burning him from the inside. This was supposed to be a normal Halloween evening, but Damon just ruined it all. It took all of his will power not to jump onto his brother right there and then .

At about 7 AM, when the sun was peeking out at the from behind the horizon they decided to call it a night. Damon was sitting on the sofa, whilst Stefan walked the guests to the door.

"That was great fun. Thanks guys." Elena stated, and kissed Stefan goodnight. Bonnie and Alaric seemed pretty happy about the whole thing too. Stefan was pretty sure that after tonight their relationship will change a bit and he was quite happy for them.

"Yeah, it was a great night." That was a lie coming from the vampire. Ever since the game of spin the bottle, he could not get his mind off it. Or rather.. off his sexy vampire brother.

"Goodnight, Stefan, DAMON!." Elena called out so the older vampire would hear her. She got silence in return, he was probably still watching TV, and eating the sweats. She sighed, and kissed Stefan again, before walking out after Ric and Bonnie.

As soon as Stefan shut the door, he narrowed his eyes. The next second he was on Damon, who was still seated in the armchair. He had his eyes on Damon's throat. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT?"

"Do what, little brother?" Damon snapped, frowning. Those blue eyes locking on Stefan's... He had to shake his head to focus.

He wasn't going to admit the fact that he compelled him, well, Stefan was going to force him to. "Compell me.! Why did you do that? For your sick satisfaction?"

The next thing he knew he was sent flying across the room. He hit the wall, and fell to the floor with a thump. Damon was standing over him the next second, fixing his shirt. "I didn't compell you, little brother. I think you should thank me for saving the last shred of your dignity back there, although I did find it amusing having Harry Potter literally drool and get hard after merely looking at me."

I could be wrong, I could be right.

They put a hotwire to my head

'cuz of the things I did and said.

They made these feelings go away,

but those feelings get in every way.

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