I have been gone for so long. Dear lord, forgive me. But I have planned out the story for a few months ahead, so the chapters should be easier to write up. Also I decided to try doing the story from some of the character's point of view, so a little feedback would be amazing on that. Let me know whether you prefer it the way it was before or from a certain character's point of view. Another thing. HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THE VAMPIRE DIARIES EPISODE from a few weeks back? And like the last scene of it in which Elena says that Damon will be the one to save Stefan? DEAD.

(SPOV – STEFAN'S POINT OF VIEW,

DPOV – DAMON'S POINT OF VIEW)

Cold Light

Hot Night

Be my heater, Be my lover

And we could do it to each other

Cold Light

Hot Night

Be my heater, Be my lover

And we could do it to each other

Go Go Go

SPOV.

Only a week had gone by but quite a few things changed… or went back to normal rather. I was avoiding Damon, which worked out perfectly because as it came out my older brother wasn't too keen on the idea of stalking me around.

I had talked to Elena and apologized for hanging up on her. Strangely enough she wasn't asking for explanations, she just let it go. I was going to ask about it, but I figured that maybe she just didn't want to talk about the 'Halloween incident' and I was more than content with that.

From what Elena had told me, Ric and Bonnie were unofficially dating. I was happy for them, having seen the secret looks they shared now and then.

I was trying my best to occupy myself with things. Seeing Elena, sorting out my library, catching up with the news just to take my mind off what happened exactly 5 days ago.

And what was it exactly that happened 5 days ago? Something I definitely was very confused about, something I was avoiding thinking about. I could remember sitting in my room, reading The History of Mystic Falls, nearly falling asleep. The next thing I knew someone burst in through the door. Oblivious, I ran down the stairs and there was Damon. I could see he was pissed but I had no idea what I was in for. That was as far as I was letting myself reminisce.

I was angry at Damon for doing what he did. In fact, the next day I was furious but too embarrassed to confront him about it, because I didn't put up a big fight about it at all. Actually I gave into the whole thing pretty easily. I was irritated at myself for that, for giving him that power over me, ESPECIALLY when he was drunk. What the HELL was he thinking anyway?

Perhaps the reason he was avoiding me was just that. He knew I was angry and he thought I would have the guts to do something about it. Or maybe he just didn't want to waste his time on me.

I was out of control. Completely lost and both my mind and feelings were all over the place.

I loved Elena. Sure enough, I did. That scorching feeling couldn't just disappear but there was something else in there too. Something I had absolutely no control over. Something I couldn't just shake off and that part of me was really ruining everything.

Damon seemed busy with his affairs, sleeping around (something I find myself getting annoyed at very easily), flirting with Elena, making everyone around him miserable, and the usual.

That whole mess gave me some time to actually think about what he was doing and what his motives were. Of course, right after Halloween I was too busy with hating the situation to stop and think about it clearly.

Mind you, I didn't figure out a whole lot.

Or anything new, for that matter.

Damon seemed to be a dick just... for the sake of being a dick. It seemed to be as simple as that. It never really occurred to me - okay, maybe once or twice – that he might have different reason for acting the way he did.

The only person that had managed to change him – even if just a little – was Elena. I was jealous about that, in a way. Even way before Halloween, my older brother cared about someone enough to change his ways and avoid losing them. That was a huge step for him. A step he didn't care enough to take with me.

The school really was a great way to get my mind off things, and to see Elena more, and on the fresh Wednesday morning I found myself actually looking forward to sitting in the classrooms again.

I stood in front of the mirror in the morning. The broken sink reminding me of the state I was in not many days ago. Tilting my head to the side, I observed my neck. There were no scars on it, but I knew the exact place Damon bit me. The thought alone made a shiver ran down my spine.

I didn't see Damon in the morning. I was trying to avoid him just as much as he seemed to be avoiding me.

The first two classes I could spend sitting next to Elena, without worrying about anything other than the math's questions that were being put up on the board. Elena did a good job at distracting me just as well. How could I ever consider not loving her anymore? Even now, looking at that breathtaking smile of hers it made me feel guilty to have let such a thought ever slip into my mind.

"Did you hear today's History class was cancelled?" She was leaning in towards me, whispering and I couldn't help but smile. History class was the least of my concerns.

DPOV.

I was a dick. So what? Everyone knew that already, so why try changing? It would only confuse them. The whole plan with proving to me (and everyone else) that Stefan loved me more than Elena worked a bit too well. The little brother barely put up a fight. In fact, I was pretty convinced he ended up enjoying himself. It didn't surprise me. I WAS incredibly good in bed, even if the bed ended up being a wall with Stefan shoved against it.

I avoided him for the following week. Calm before the storm. I had a plan.

And that was exactly why, on a Wednesday morning, I was walking through the corridors of Mystic Falls High School. See I was planning on tormenting Stefan.

Just like I had expected him to, he went crawling back to Elena and that would not do. He would not admit to his feelings openly. Not until I was through with him anyway.

"DAMON. What are you doing here?" I heard the one, Alaric Saltzman as he appeared right by my side, his hand grabbing my arm. I frowned at him.

"I have perfectly legitimate reasons, Mr. Saltzman."

"I need to talk to you."

"No, wrong. I'm NOT the new councilor." I sent a mocking smirk his way, he was scowling. I loved winding him up.

"The other night I … mentioned what happened on Halloween to… ", He coughed awkwardly, it was my turn to scowl at him. I could be very impatient. "..Bonnie and she had no idea what I meant."

"Oh, about that. I knew I forgot to compel one of you. " I tapped my temple, before abruptly freeing my arm from his grip. "By the way, it's great to know you talk about this behind my back." I glared at him, but he didn't back down, he glared right back. I liked him for that.

Compelling all of them was one of the things I had occupied myself with over the course of the past few days. It was relatively easy considering the fact none of them would be having vervain in their blood or on them. Why? Well, there weren't many – or any – other vampires roaming the town and people with vervain only complicated my plans. So, I burned all the supplies of vervain the town had – it was a really long story, and it took a good few days of planning. It caused silent panic amongst the council but as far as I was concerned it died down.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Why?"

"Because it makes you look like a retarded grizzly bear?" He was having a hard time catching up with me now. Grabbing my arm again, he tried to stop me. And I let him.

"No. Why would you make us forget about it? Don't tell me you don't want to make Stefan's life miserable anymore. Sudden change of heart?"

I huffed, and rolled my eyes. "It's all part of a bigger plan." I began walking again. I might as well have a nice little chat with the chap before I compel him to forget.

"What bigger plan? Why are you here Damon?"

"One question at a time."

"Why are you here?" He was openly glaring at me. If looks could kill I had no doubt that I would drop dead to the ground at that particular moment. As much as I liked hanging out with Alaric, he could be a terrible buzz kill. Come think of it, most people I hung around with were like that. Saint Stefan, Holy Elena and now Sacred Alaric. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"For Sex Ed, obviously. Who did you think was taking over your class and giving kids 'the talk'?"

The dumb look that replaced the glares was absolutely priceless. "I plan on reminding Stefan of his 'first time'."

Alaric had stopped walking and was a few paces behind when I reached his empty classroom. "Why? Was it important?" Ah, curiosity killed the cat. What harm would it do to tell him if he would forget it anyway? It will be fun seeing his reaction.

Once in the classroom, I scrunched my nose at the smell of chalk and stale wood. The door closed after Ric, I sat down on his desk and folded my arms. "So curious about Stefan's first time in the bed sheets. Careful, I'll get jealous."

"Why would you get jealous?"

"I was his first, of course." I flashed my 100 kilowatt smile at him and then the bell rang. It was time for my fun to begin. Pushing myself away from the desk, I closed the distance between us and dropped my hands onto his shoulders, my head tilting towards him. "You will forget about this conversation AND about what Stefan said and did on Halloween concerning me. Until I say so, you had absolutely no idea about this. Now, shoo."

Obediently Alaric turned on his heel and walked out of the class and I turned to welcome the very first students who entered the class.

SPOV.

I couldn't remember the last time it felt that weird to walk hand in hand with Elena, but I shrugged the feeling off. We were heading towards Ric's classroom. Supposedly our History class was cancelled and the word was we were meant to have Sex Education instead, but no one knew who it was with.

Bonnie was tagging along beside us. On our way through the corridors Ric passed us and I smiled at the look the pair exchanged. "Aw, Bonnie. I was skeptical. You know what with him being a teacher and you… his student." Elena remarked, smiling at the witch.

Bonnie raised her eyebrow at her female friend before smirking. "Says the one holding hands with a vampire."

The pair exchanged an amused look – I was too distracted by my own thoughts to know what was going on -, just as we entered the classroom. Our eyes settled on… Damon?

What the hell was he doing there?

He flashed us a smile, as if we were just another group of students walking into HIS classroom before speaking.

"Come on, let's get started, grab seats, push the desks back and let's make a circle."

After what had happened merely a week ago I was paranoid, but everyone who had a little bit of sanity in them knew that Damon being here was NOT a good thing. Everyone had started moving, arranging chairs and pushing the tables back. Damon was moving some papers around on the desk – probably not even his papers – and I was too stunned to move. He glanced up at me without moving his head and a shadow of a smirk crossed his features. I blinked and it was gone as soon as it appeared. I could have imagined it. I felt something – someone – tugging at my arm. It was Elena.

"Stefan, come on, grab a chair."

With a frown I obeyed, taking the last empty space between Elena and this kid named Alec. He was on my football team. On Elena's left sat Bonnie, followed by Caroline. Something about girls' solidarity I guess. The rest of the girls surrounded Damon. No, literally. There were no boys sitting on either side of Damon (he was sitting on a desk). Each girl had her eyes glued to him and he was enjoying the attention. It annoyed me. Those girls annoyed me. I had the sudden urge to snap at them, something about having already been there and done that, but I had no desire to embarrass myself.

"Alright, class. Settle down." Damon's voice held authority and it brought back the memory of… that night. Although he was quite drunk he was VERY dominant, but then again when was Damon Salvatore NOT dominant? Before I could get turned on, I shoved the thoughts to the back of my mind.

Naturally the whole class went quiet when Damon spoke. All their eyes were on him. Elena seemed to accept the fact that Damon was there way too easily. I leaned in and whispered. "What do you think he's doing here?"

Maybe she knew? After all, Damon liked her. He could have told her about his plans. I haven't seen him for more than 5 minutes for a whole week. God knows what he got up to. Elena shrugged. "He was probably bored of being stuck at home and decided to spice things up in his own way."

She didn't seem worried, but it was another thing that struck me. He was bored of being stuck at home? So he hasn't visited her in the past week. A smile tugged at my lips before I could stop myself. I didn't even know why that fact was so important to me. I glanced up at Damon. I needed to figure out why he was here, but something told me that I wouldn't have to wait long for the answer.

"Let's be real. Most, if not all, of you already had their first time. You know the ropes and what goes where. So let's take a different approach."

I had a very bad feeling about that 'different approach' mostly because as Damon's eyes kept travelling around the group they kept lingering on me. Or maybe it was my paranoia. I couldn't be sure.

Elena was whispering something to Bonnie and Caroline, the pair laughed. I REALLY was getting paranoid. What could they be possibly laughing about? Obviously some girly stuff. It has nothing to do with you, Stefan, so quit thinking the world revolves around you, jackass.

"Why don't we share our experiences?" The girls which were sighing and fluttering their eyelashes at Damon like they were butterfly wings, suddenly let out a squeal. One of them, the leader of their 'group', I believe, spoke up.

"Oh, SIIIR, why don't you share some of your experiences with us? I'm SURE you're WAAY more experienced than ANY of us."

If I wasn't so absorbed in glaring at the girl I might have noticed Damon glancing over at me, barely paying attention to the girl. She wasn't even TRYING to hide the fact that she was onto him. In actual fact, I was pretty sure that she'd be willing to demonstrate various Kamasutra positions to the class, as long as Damon was her partner. She disgusted me.

"Well, actually, I planned on picking a random person to start us off. Let's leave the best for last." And he winked at the girl. He WINKED at her. She couldn't be older than 17!

"Stefan, are you alright?" I heard Elena's concerned voice, and her hand tugging at my arm. I realized I had been openly glaring at the girl, giving her what was possibly the dirtiest look I could muster. Immediately I looked away, and slouched down in my chair, discouraged.

"I'm fine."

And then, the worst possible thing that could have happened… happened.

"Ah, Stefan. Why don't you start us off? Tell us about your first sexual experience." I realized my face was quickly turning red, as everyone's eyes landed on me, Damon's included. His gaze was a hundred times more intense than anyone else's. My palms were sweaty, and I really didn't feel well at all. What was he playing at? I definitely remembered my first sexual experience. Damn, how could I EVER forget that? It was a… good memory. At least, back then Damon wasn't such a dick. I swallowed hard, trying to meet my older brother's gaze.

"I… I'm not comfortable with speaking about it." I stuttered out, knowing fully well that this was SO not the end of it. I was pretty sure that I was going against Damon's plans and that never ended well for anyone. What if his punishment was something like what happened last week? I wouldn't mind that… Perhaps I SHOULD go against his plans… NO. Stefan, cop on. Right next to you is sitting the WOMAN you love, Elena. And right in front of you sits that dick that you call your brother who is trying to humiliate you right now. Damon KNEW what my first sexual experience was, which meant… - I looked up again, and his eyes met mine, a smirk was etched on his lips - …that he was thinking about it too. Strangely enough the thought turned me on…

What if, for once, I did something he doesn't expect me to do? What if… instead of going against him, I'll go with him on this one?

"It's alright. Nothing leaves this room, right everyone?" Damon looked around, his eyebrow raised, not the most pleasant look on his face. Everyone began nodding and voicing their agreements. Time to play, Damon.

I sighed dramatically. "Well… fine."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Damon shift somewhat uncomfortably – taken off guard – on his desk, before leaning forward. I glanced up at him and locked my eyes on his. I might as well do this properly.

DPOV.

What? Surrendering to my wishes so willingly and without putting up much of a fight? I narrowed my eyes, locking them on Stefan. Maybe this whole being in love with me thing was getting to his head. I wasn't sure whether that was a good or a bad thing.

One thing I was certain about. I didn't like this new confidence he had seemed to gather, which was now lurking within the depths of his green eyes. I didn't like it one bit. He was supposed to be shattered, broken, frustrated, and angry. He didn't seem to be any of those at that particular moment.

I folded my arms over my chest, and leaned back. This ought to be interesting. I wondered just how he was going to go about explaining his first time. Me, I remembered it perfectly well.

Mostly because it gave me some sort of a thrill back then. It was the idea of father coming back at any minute and going absolutely crazy if he caught us. What can I say? I enjoyed making him mad. I don't think it made me a bad son. I just wanted to go my own way, and he never supported that. No wonder he ended up getting killed. Fool.

But that wasn't the only reason why it was significant. Back then I was trying to teach Stefan the ropes, which meant he was topping. Sure, he might have been sloppy and embarrassed at the beginning but I am positive he ended up enjoying himself more than he would admit.

I wasn't embarrassed about it. He knew that there was no chance in hell I'd let him top now. I was still a perfectly straight male. Just because I decided to fuck my little brother now and then didn't make me gay.

'Sides it's all part of a plan. It's not like I enjoy it… Okay, let's be honest. I do enjoy bringing him down, and hearing the moans that escape his mouth against his own will. It is glorious.

What can I say? I'm a pretty twisted guy.

"Well, Stefan, why don't you start out by telling us the backstory? How did it happen? Why? Was it your longtime partner or a random hook up?"

I caught a glimpse of panic that appeared in Stefan's eyes for a fleeting moment. Smirking, I congratulated myself on the fact that I was still unpredictable. It was like playing cat and mouse. I was the cat, obviously, but for the game to work Stefan needed to be a mouse and in moments like this I was assured that he was perfect for the role. Clearly he was taken off guard. Haven't thought that far, have you brother?

"Umm…"

That's it, struggle for an answer. Writhe under the intensity of my gaze, and remember every single detail of our first sexual encounter. Remember how you took me from behind on my own bed? Remember how embarrassed you were about it, to the point where I had to reassure you every second? Remember how I had to demonstrate it for you? Remember how I moaned your name, how you snuck out ashamed but satisfied afterwards? Savor it, I will never be this nice or smooth with you again.

"Come on, don't be ashamed." I encouraged, my voice full of menace. There was this one thing I was curious about.

Whether Stefan would mention it was me or not. I didn't particularly care. What I knew and what he didn't was that I could compel all these people to forget he mentioned me at all. The whole vervain plan had been completely genius.

SPOV.

He was tormenting me. He knew exactly just what was going through my mind, I knew it. All it took was one glance at him to know. And those questions. It's as if he were trying to get me to say just exactly what happened during my first sexual experience, but that would mean mentioning him. Didn't he care about his reputation at all? All these people would…

Damn. I had nearly forgotten about Elena. Well, if she heard me say that Damon had been my first I might as well just break up with her. What would she THINK? I'm pretty sure her opinion of me would drop considerably, and then I'd hit rock bottom. And stay there. Forever.

How much could I say? How much SHOULD I say? I found no answer in Damon's eyes.

I hadn't let myself linger on the memory. It was still vivid in my mind if I wished to bring it forward, but I wasn't sure I wanted to, but now that it was the subject of all of this, it seemed inevitable.

The image of my brother, on all fours, in front of me, on his bed, looking back at me with his blue eyes, instructing me. My breath caught in my throat momentarily. That turned me on more than it should and as Damon noticed the look in my eyes, he seemed to be all but cheering for this turn of events. What to do, what to do? Think, Stefan, think.

"It was… the best…"

And here was Damon again, leaning forward, with his arms folded over his chest, staring intently at me. I met his gaze, just as keenly and spoke up. "…sex I've ever had."

Ride Daddy Ride

Ride out the tide

I'd rather die

Than hear goodbye

And watch you go

Go Go Go

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