FINALLY I get some time to sit down and write up another chapter of this story. I actually love it and missed it. Thank you guys for all the reviews. You're the best. :) Hope you enjoy this as much as I did.

Chapter 4.

As you leave please would you just close the door

Now that our love affair is over

You're exactly what I was looking for

Well go find a shoulder to cry upon

I just want to use your love tonight.

"He did WHAT?" Alaric screeched, making Damon sigh. They were both currently sitting at the bar in the Mystic Grill. It was dark outside, and the men few feet away from them were watching a match on the little TV screen that hung up on the wall. Their team seemed to be winning since there was no fights or mumbling, instead all the men were grinning, consuming more food and emptying more glasses as the minutes passed.

"You need to get your ears checked, friend."

"I heard you just fine, I just can't believe that..." The man blushed and trailed off making Damon smirk for a split second before finishing Ric's sentence. "...Stefan would pounce on his older, half-naked brother and start kissing him. Yeah, it's not something you experience everyday."

He lifted his glass of whiskey up to his lips and emptied it, looking at the little TV out of the corner of his eye.

"And what did you do.?"

Damon scowled at him. "What do you think I did.? Kissed him back.? I pushed him off, of course.!" Alaric nodded, obviously still trying to make sense of it and embarrased to discuss the topic any further. Damon had had enough of conversations and thoughts about Stefan's current mental state therefore decided to change the subject.

"Any news in the Saltzman land.? Found any new motives for killing me.? Or perhaps a new method of destroying an evil creature like me.?"

In all honesty, the past few days were the most energy-draining, confusing days Damon has ever had in his long life. How do you come to terms with the fact that your younger brother is gay AND in love with you, when he's supposed to be in love with the woman you love.?

He should be happy now. Stefan won't want to be with Elena if he doesn't love her, which means Damon could easily try and show her that all along he was the right brother, then why wasn't he over at Elena's right now.? Why wasn't he happy.?

Memories from a hundred years ago swam up to the surface of his mind, and as soon as they did, he wished he hadn't questioned Stefan's feelings, for now it seemed he was receiving his answers.

*FLASHBACK*

The Veritas Estate seemed unusualy quiet. Father was out on a meeting with the council and would be for another few hours and Stefan was out on a date. It came to Damon as a suprise when his brother asked him for advice on how to charm women, but didn't decline to help. He was happy that finally, instead of constantly being daddy's obedient boy, Stefan decided to do something with his life.

Damon was currently sitting on his bed, leaning against the headboard and trying to read a book his Father tried to convince him was something HE HAD TO read. He still wasn't sure why Father thought that way though, even though he was only on page three. It was boring. What else would you expect from 'The history of Mystic Falls' .?

The only light in the room was the sunlight that came through the window, the red curtains were drawn aside. From his bed, Damon could see the garden and the porch swing. All this seemed to be way more interesting than the book he was currently holding, even though he has seen the garden plenty of times.

He was very grateful when a knock came upon the door. He threw the book aside to the floor, before folding his arms over his chest. "Come in." He stated, even though he was shirtless, with only trousers on. It could only be three or four people knocking really. Father, their maid, Stefan or the stable boy, so he wasn't at all bothered about them seeing him shirtless.

Stefan peeked out from behind the door, his hair ruffled. Damon raised his eyebrow slightly, before tilting his head to the side, curiousity taking over him. Stefan's date supposedly began about an hour ago, so why was he back so early.?

His younger brother stepped into his room, giving Damon a better view of him. His cheeks were flushed red, his shirt unbuttoned halfway down and out of his trousers, and the expression on his face was the one of embarrasment.

"What happened.?" Damon had a few possible scenarios in his head, and could not decide which one was the most believable one.

Stefan started turning even more red than he already was. If it wasn't for the fact that Damon was worried that his younger brother could have been robbed or attacked he would laugh at Stefan's face.

The boy didn't seem eager to answer, so Damon tried again. "How did your date go.?"

"irunaway." Stefan mumbled quickly and incomprehesibly.

Damon frowned. "What.?" Stefan was going redder by the minute, and Damon was starting to worry about Stefan's mentality.

"I run away." The younger brother looked down at his shoes, totally embarrased. Damon, however, was still confused.

"Why.? Didn't you like her.?" He remembered Stefan gushing about his crush right after dinner the other day and how he asked her out, and how he was going to show her that he was the best guy she could get.

Stefan exhaled the breath he had been holding, before walking up to Damon's bed and sitting at the end of it. His eyes still avoiding Damon's. "She tried to..."

"OOOOOOOH." Damon cut him off, saving Stefan the embarrasment of saying it out loud, as the realization washed over him. Why didn't he think of that.?

"It didn't feel right.?" Damon asked, again many reasons as to why he had ran away from sex appeared at the forefront of his mind.

"ididntknowwhattodo." Stefan started mumbling again, which caused Damon to sigh dramatically.

"If you insist on continuing this mumbling, I will throw you out the door."

Stefan looked up at him for a split second, and started playing with his hands as he obviously mentally prepered himself for the art of normal comprehensive speech. "I didn't know what to do."

And after that, Damon no longer knew what to say. The colour of Stefan's face could indicate a danger of fire, and just like that Damon knew there was something on his mind.

"Spit it out." He ordered, his voice not harsh but he knew Stefan would obey him. His younger brother seemed to be fighting a war with himself. Damon's been suprised way too many times today, and right now he did not know what to expect. Stefan's next words caught him off guard. They were the last words he expected to hear, and Stefan barely managed to choke them out. "I . wondered . if . you . could . show . me . the . ropes."

*END OF FLASHBACK*

He probably shouldn't have said yes back then.

"Damon.? Hello, Damon.?" Suddenly, Alaric's hand was moving in front of his eyes. He snapped out of his thoughts, and let his eyes rest upon the man. "Sorry, what were you saying.?"

"Uh, that I've got to go. I have some essays to correct for tomorrow, so I'll see you around..." The man got up, leaving some notes on the counter to pay for his drinks before leaving. Ric was uncomfortable with the whole situation and that was no suprise. He got embarrased at the smallest mention of sex or anything along the lines of it.

Damon had nothing else left to do, but to get drunk.

About three bottles of whiskey later, Damon decided it would be an amazing idea to go to Elena's and make her realize that she wasn't fooling anyone but herself, what with denying her feelings for the older brother.

He paid for his drinks, put on his black leather jacket and was out the door.

As he walked outside, the light wind hit his face and a smirk rose up onto his lips as he headed for Elena's.

He had no idea what time it was, but judging from the position of the moon, it was probably around 11 p.m.

The light in Elena's room was on but the window was closed. "Smart girl." Damon mused to himself, before picking up a few peebles and throwing them against her window, controlling his strenght. He didn't want to break her window.

What seemed like eternity later, Elena walked up to the window and upon seeing him, she opened it. "Damon.? What are you doing here.?"

"Step aside, I'm coming up." He informed and as soon as Elena moved aside, he was up in her room, closing the window after him. She was in her pyjamas, and he had to admit they were rather sexy. She frowned as she noticed him staring. "Why are you here Damon.?" Of course, she needed to know.

"I just thought it was about time you admit your feelings both to yourself and me." He stated, as he sat himself down at the edge of her bed.

Elena frowned and placed the comb she had been holding down on her desk. "You're drunk."

Frustration rose up in Damon's stomach as he got up off the bed and started walking towards Elena. "No more excuses, stop fighting it." The girl backed up until she met the desk behind her. She didn't look scared, more... like she didn't know what to expect from him. "You know you feel something for me." He grabbed her wrists, and brought them up to his chest, trying to lock his eyes on hers.

"Damon, stop it.!" She struggled against him, trying to free her wrists. "LET GO OF ME."

Damon didn't seem to hear her. "How can you live a lie.? Your boyfriend doesn't love you.! I'm the right brother.!" With each word, he brought his face closer to Elena's, but as soon as he finished speaking her hand made contact with his cheek. He let go of her, as he was caught off guard, and brought his hand up to his - now red - cheek.

"Don't you dare come in here in this state ever again.! It was never you, it never will be you.! I only love STEFAN.! It will ALWAYS be Stefan.!" Elena snapped at him, her eyes just as cold as her tone of voice. "Now, go." The last sentence was an order, her voice held power but no longer her intension was stabbing him right in the heart.

"You'll regret this..." He muttered turning away from her and heading from the window. Defeated and hungry for revenge.

On who.?

Everyone.

'I only love Stefan, it will always be Stefan.!' Elena's words echoed in Damon's mind over and over again, haunting him and driving him straight into insanity. He wasn't even angry at that point. He was angry back at her house, now stepping into the Salvatore household, what he felt was beyond rage.

The way back home was a blur in his memory. He walked blindly towards the boarding house, everything in his vision seemed to be covered in a red fog of anger. Some drunk men were walking back home - from the Mystic Grill probably. They crossed his path. He killed all four of them and drained their bodies off their last drop of blood.

He wasn't going to be second best anymore. He was never going to be the second best again.

Damon slammed the door shut with all his might, sending it flying off its hinges. The sound must have alarmed Stefan, who was occupying his room, because the next second the floorboards started creaking as someone ran along them.

The rage was boiling in him, eating him from the inside. Katherine betraying him, and faking her death, Stefan betraying him and telling their Father about Katherine's secret, Stefan forcing him to complete the transformation, and now Elena denying her feelings for him.

Nothing could calm him down now. He did the 'nice guy' act for long enough and now he was fed up.

He'll show them all. Katherine, Elena, Stefan. There will come a day when Elena will regret saying those words, but now...

"Damon.? What, are you trying to knock the whole house down.?" Stefan asked accusingly as he walked into the corridor, shirtless. The only piece of clothing he had on were the gray tracksuit bottoms and boxers as Damon presumed.

A smirk tugged at the older vampires lips as he started moving towards Stefan. He'll show Elena how Stefan totally returned her feelings... or not.

"What are you doing.?" Stefan asked, his expression worried. After their last encounter Damon would have expected him to lock himself in his room and never come out again, but this was convenient for his plan.

He grabbed Stefan's shoulder, digging his nails into his collar bone before roughly pressing his lips to his younger brothers and pushing him against the wall fiercely.

Stefan struggled against him, and when Damon pulled away for a second he spoke, venom filling his words. "You wanted me to kiss you? I will."

Fear was clear in Stefan's green orbs. He didn't know what came over Damon, and certainly did not know what to expect from him. He didn't have any time to respond because the next second Damon's lips crashed against his again.

Fighting him was going to be pointless, Stefan knew, yet he wasn't going to stop until he had strenght left in his body. The events of last night replaying in his head. How he kissed Damon, and how he was pushed away, feeling confused, lost and alone. Now, he didn't know what came over Damon but it could not end well.

Then he felt the older vampires hand guiding his own towards Damon's manhood. With all his might, he tried withdrawing his hand but didn't even manage to move it an inch until it landed on the fabric of Damon's denim jeans.

He started grinding against Stefan's hand. Once Damon's lips left Stefan's, he replaced them with his free hand in case Stefan decided it was a good idea to scream. A moan escaped his lips, and Stefan couldn't believe how much that sound turned him on. Of course, nothing could go amiss when Damon was there. Straight away, he noticed - or rather felt - Stefan's erection against his hip and that caused a smirk to rise up onto his lips.

"I knew you'd surrender eventually." He whispered into Stefan's ear, as his hand guided Stefan's into his jeans and then boxers.

Stefan's eagerness suprised him. He didn't even need to hold his hand in place anymore. His younger brother wrapped his hand around his member and started stroking it slowly.

Damon took away his hand from Stefan's mouth and instead placed it on the bump on Stefan's tracksuit bottoms which earned him a mumble of satisfaction coming from his younger brother's lips.

He was hard, his penis throbbing. He moved his hands to Stefan's hips and turned him around quickly and fiercely. Stefan placed his hands on the wall in front of him in the last second, preventing himself from hitting the wall, his breathing uneven. He was hot all over, every single touch was like a burning iron touching his skin and when Damon run a finger down the length of his spine he was sure he would turn into ashes at any given moment. Once Damon's finger reached the waistband of Stefan's trousers with a help of his other hand he ripped them off, along with the boxers.

The wind that entered the house through the gap where the front door was supposed to be hit Stefan's body waist down and he shivered. Not from the cold, from the pleasure.

"You want this, don't you.? You want me inside of you." Damon drawled in a perfect Italian accent, making Stefan's erection painfully throb. "Say it, Stefan. Say you want me inside of you." Even without looking, Stefan could tell Damon was smirking.

Why shouldn't he be.? He had control over him.

Stefan was the one completely naked, whilst Damon hasn't even taken off one piece of clothing. It was definitely wrong for Stefan to be turned on by this. He needed this though.

He needed Damon's touch, he needed to feel Damon's skin against his, he needed to feel his hot breath and he wanted to listen to that voice telling him what he's going to do with him.

"I want you... inside of me." He moaned, his hands turning into fists, as he tried to calm his breath. If he had a heart it would no wonder be doing flips right now, and beating at a ridiculous speed. The feeling brought back a memory, which was now presenting itself to Stefan. His first time having sex. After he had asked Damon to show him the ropes. He smiled hearing Damon's voice right beside his ear, his breath tickling Stefan's neck.

"I'll fuck you senseless, brother."

When Damon promised something, he kept his promise and Stefan hoped that today he was going to live up to his promise. He didn't have much time to think about anything though, because the next thing he knew Damon was thrusting into him and he wasn't being soft at all. The pain shot up his spine, it seemed to sear its way up and down his body. He screamed, then felt a hand over his mouth and he could scream no more. Tears appeared at the corners of his eyes, so he closed them shut and begged in his mind for this horrible pain to stop.

As minutes ticked by, it did subside. Stefan's tactic was to focus on other things, like Damon's hand on his hips, or his breath on his back. Gradually, instead of the pain he could feel the pleasure building up. The hand was removed from his lips, and he started moaning Damon's name.

It motivated Damon. If Damon was being rough so far, Stefan did not know a word that would describe how rough Damon began to be with a little motivation. He picked up his speed, and made sure to go in all the way.

Stefan couldn't feel anything else anymore. Not the pain, not even Damon's hands on his body. He couldn't see, everything was behind a fog. Every single muscle in his body was screaming at him, pleasure filling his veins. He knew he was close to cumming, his breath becoming ragged.

He shut his eyes tightly and relaxed his muscles. Until now, he hadn't realized how tense he was, but he didn't even have time or the mental space to think about that.

.Damon.

It was all he thought about, and about how uneven his brother's breath had become.

Damon leaned in suddenly. He was seconds away from cumming himself, there was just one more thing he wanted to do.

His fangs elongated, his eyes turning red.

Another moment...

And then he bit into Stefan's neck, making his younger brother cum.

The liquid flowing freely down his throat, as he wallowed in his satisfaction.

No longer the second best.

As you leave please would you just close the door

Now that our love affair is over

You're exactly what I was looking for

Well go find a shoulder to cry upon

I just want to use your love tonight.

Uff, intense chapter. Finally done. God, it took me ages.

Anyways, enjoy. :)

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