Fire And Ice

Author's Note: I'm soooooo sorry it took so long to update, I'm just soooo lazy and my muse hasn't visited me in while but she's back! So enjoy and tell me what you think about this chapter, I kinda of dived deeper into their thoughts instead of the sex.

Chapter Five: Fury

"It's always you!" Damon roared, shoving his little brother against a nearby wall, listening to the thud of his body hit the wall hard with a sense of satisfaction at the loud thump. "They always go for you, don't they Stefan? The younger one, the gentler one, the weaker one." Damon snarled with bitter resentment.

"What and that makes it my fault?" Stefan hissed, his voice laced with pain as he slid to the floor, lying in heap. Damon picked him up by his shirt and flung him across the room, watching his younger brother slide into the opposite wall with another loud bang.

"Yes!" Hissed Damon answered in frustration, blue eyes wide and ablaze with anger. But also with confusion, and pain. So much pain, pain built over a 140 years. He moved closer, about to throw Stefan again but he stopped the rage pouring out of his body as he became fatigued with a sudden wave of sorrow.

"She was going to let me die Stefan, she chose you to save over me," Damon spoke slowly, trying to keep his voice calm, trying not to let it tremble. "I guess I should be used to it by now," Damon added with a bitter voice.

Suddenly the fury took a hold of him once more, shaking him and burning him. Coiling his insides tight inside of him, winding him up like a toy. "It shouldn't hurt this god damn much!" He bellowed slamming a fist into the wall, finding satisfaction when the plaster cracked.

There was a moment of silence and then footsteps, light footsteps and Damon turned to see Stefan staring at him, close behind him, with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry," he spoke truthfully, meaning all of what he said. The sympathy clear in his concerned eyes. The sympathy, and oh the pity.

Damon snapped and pushing his brother to the floor and jumping on top of him, straddling him in an effort to hold him down as he raised a fist high in the air to punch him. But as Stefan squirmed under his firm hold certain body parts met, friction was made, which caused said body parts to harden slightly.

Damon stopped, wide eyes with surprise at this but it didn't stop him for long. He let his fist drop, instead letting his incisors sharper to a razor point. Ready to let his fangs rip out his brother's neck for being better then him once again.

After all, if you can't beat the competition, kill them.

The air was crackling with energy, heating everything and the tension was thick. Suddenly Damon surged forward but instead of sinking those fangs into his little brother's neck, his lips pressed into Stefan's instead in the last moments of hesitation.

Stefan froze beneath his brother's mouth, feeling the mold of his lips on his, soft and firm all at once. In confusion Stefan shoved his brother hard off of him, breaking the kiss. They were both panting whether from the lack of air or from shock they didn't know.

"Damon? What the hell was that?" Stefan asked incredulously as he got up off the floor.

Damon shrugged, struggling for a mask to put on to cover his shock. "A kiss?" He suggested numbly.

"A kiss?" Stefan repeated, the words sounded strange and foreign but they tingled and burned their way down his throat. A kiss from Damon. A kiss from his older brother?

They were left staring at each other unsure, standing closely. Then suddenly, their lips met again, finding each other instantly. No one knew who had leaned in first, Stefan would say it was Damon and Damon would say it was Stefan, or maybe they had met halfway?

Their lips locked with a sudden intensity and their bodies pressed together hard, molding together perfectly. Their mouths opened and tongues plunged in fighting a battle for dominance as they rubbed against each other creating friction.

"Damon, what are we doing?" Stefan asked pulling his head away slightly, still locked in an embrace with his brother. His voice was breathless and husky as he panted for air.

Damon shoved Stefan up against the wall again, wrapping his younger brother's legs around his waist, thrusting his now hard cock into Stefan's own erection with a wicked smile that would make anyone swoon and succumb to him.

"We're enjoying ourselves and I'm about to take you right here, up against this wall," Damon answered his tone low and seductive as he peeked up at Stefan through thick eyelashes, his blue eyes hooded in lust.

Warmth spread in Stefan and he bucked against Damon, capturing his mouth heatedly.

All that anger, all that energy, all those pent emotions suddenly burst out in the form of sexual desire. Need and want surged forward and the Salvatore's gave into the urgency, tearing at clothes, flinging them across the room and soon naked flesh molded together.

They fit together perfectly, Damon noticed, like puzzle pieces.
"Damon," Stefan dragged Damon's name out in a low moan, sending a wave of heat throughout Damon's body and in seconds he was slicking up his dick and finally plunging inside Stefan.

Strangled gasps and a cry of pain and pleasure came afterward as they both adjusted to the feeling.
"Damon...need you..." Stefan panted his chest heaving as his fingers ran all over his brother's sweat covered body.
A wicked smile crossed Damon's features and with overwhelming lust about to burst he pounded into Stefan, hard and fast, feeling and touching. Their kissed became sloppier but more intense.

With them like this the world was gone, and in it's place was only Damon and Stefan. No more worries over Klaus, no jealousy over Elena and Katherine, and certainty no past grudges.

Walls fell around the brothers leaving them open and vulnerable and it felt like they were both seeing each other for the first time. This wasn't the Damon, Stefan knew and this wasn't the Stefan, Damon knew.

Before Damon never would have imagined Stefan could make these keening, throaty noises. He never would have thought of Stefan writhing and squirming in delight. Stefan, of course knowing of his brother's sexual experience, now knew why all those girls fell head over heels for Damon. It was his touch, his kisses, the way he turns his head and uses his tongue to coax moans and sounds you never thought you would make out of your mouth.

They had both seen each other naked of course but this time it felt so more intimate. They drank the sight hungrily as if they were blind men just gifted with sight. They couldn't tear their eyes away from each other even if they wanted too.

"S-S-stefan," Murmured Damon, his voice husky and scratchy and with one last scream they both climaxed. Left in a post-orgasmic state they sunk to the floor, Damon barely managing to pull out of Stefan before they crashed to the floor in a tangled heap of naked limbs.

Stefan crawled closer, lying in Damon's lap, wrapping his arms around his brother and snuggling close. He buried his nose in the crook of Damon's neck and smiled as he took in the scent of his older brother.

"That was unexpected," Damon spoke first, his voice calm now all the anger had washed away as well as their past relationship. They were something new now, something better. Not just struggling brothers, they were lovers and just maybe they had a chance of surviving.

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