Fire and Ice

Chapter Six: Dreaming of You

Stefan's POV

With groggy eyes I sat up, tangled in my sheets from the last night. As I awakened a little more each second I tuned my ears into the entire hours listening to see if Damon was up yet. I got up, ruffling my already sleep ruffled hair.

I stopped, mid-step, on my way to my bathroom as I could hear a distant sound of Damon...whimpering? He sounded like he was in pain.
Wide awake now I rushed down the hall and burst through my brother's door only to find him lying in a heap of sheets, his eyes closed and his chest falling quickly like he was panting.

"Stefan," he breathed out, drawing out my name in a low voice that sent a warm flood of heat through me. I tensed thinking he was awake but he didn't open his eyes or acknowledge my presence anymore.

I watched curiously as his hips raised up and I could see clearly the tent in the sheets pointing out the large bulge in my brother's black boxer briefs that clung tightly to his tan, godly form.

"Oh, brother, Stefan, hmmmm...don't stop," Damon whined his voice ragged and his face I could see now was covered in a glistening layer of sweat.

I slow, wicked grin spread across my lips as I watched as he untangled himself from the sheets revealing his almost naked body to me. I watched him grip the sheets beneath him, his knuckles white in strain.

"Please!" He begged loudly thrusting his hips up powerfully, whining desperately.

Plans hatched in my mind and my own member stiffened at this sight. Seeing Damon so out of control, so desperate, so submissive.

"Damon," I called loudly after finally having enough of watching him. He shot up in his bed, eyes wide and glazed over with lust. Immediately he blanched, seeing my standing in his doorway with a grin across my lips and to find himself half-naked and hard.

"Stefan!" Damon shouted outraged grabbing for his sheets and covering his lower half. Pink was tinting his cheeks at the humiliation. Panic raced across those blue orbs and I'm sure he was driving himself crazy trying to tell if I knew who he was dreaming about.

"What the hell are you doing in here you little brat!"

"Well you did call me, didn't you?" Stefan asked with a sly smile, choosing to play dumb.

"N-n-no! I was just...um, having a nightmare. Did I wake you?" Damon stammered trying to a get grip and failing miserably. He squirmed uncomfortably and I could see that impressive bulge hadn't gone away yet.

"It didn't sound like nightmare? And from the looks of it, it was a really good dream," Stefan responded trying to stifle his laughter.

Damon's face went red again, his eyes narrowed. "I-it wasn't like that! It was another Stefan," Damon defended quickly figuring out my game.

"Was he your brother too? Because you said something along the lines of, oh what was it? Oh yeah, ' Oh, brother, Stefan, hmmmm...don't stop?'" I pointed out, lowering my voice in an impression of him.

"Shut up, you dick," He snapped, humiliated and defeated.

"I'm just wondering Damon, what shouldn't I stop? What was I doing to you in that dream that felt soooo good?" Stefan asked playfully as his entered the room further and jumped on Damon's massive bed, crawling closer to his brother.

Damon's eyes were comically large now, almost popping right out of his skull. He seemed to be having an internal battle wondering if this was real or just another dream.

I ripped the sheets covering him off and pulled him closed to me, dragging him by his legs, and pulling him into my lap.

"Oh, god," Damon murmured coming face to face with me, we were inches apart. He looked down surprised to see my own bulge pressing insistently against him.

"Was I kissing you? Maybe I was sucking you, hmm? Your dick in my mouth, how does that sound big brother?" I asked as I rubbed against him loving the friction I felt between us. Damon was trembling in my lap, his breathing had quickened and that lustful look had replaced the panicked one.

"Fucking you?" I whispered in his ear, my lips brushing the shell of it. He shuddered into my touch and I carefully nibbled at his ear lobe, sucking and biting playfully.

"Tell me," I ordered softly working a trail of kisses down his neck.

"Sucking, you were giving my a blowjob," Damon admitted as he captured my lips in a soft kiss. I trailed my tongue along his lower lip and he opened his mouth willing, letting me in and letting me ravish his mouth.

"Big bad Damon likes to be on the bottom?" I asked noticing his submissive position in all of this.
He looked at me with hooded eyes, his eyes searching mine for acceptance. "Is that a problem?" he asked.

I grinned. "Nope, just a bonus." And with that I lifted him up and laid him out on the bed, pulling his boxers down and throwing them across the room as I slid off my own pajama pants. I lowered myself and slowly took all of Damon into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his heated cock, smiling as he let out a low moan, so primal I twitched in desire.

"Stefan," he hummed my name lowly, his eyes closing in bliss as I tugged on his dick with my mouth, sucking and licking down his length. He bucked his hips into my mouth in heat with a cry and what sounded like a muffled whimper.

I watched him, smirking around his dick, as his fingers grabbed the sheets beneath him, holding on for dear life. As seconds passed he grew deeper and deeper out of control, thrusting into my mouth, whimpering and moaning in sheer pleasure.

I let him fuck my mouth loving the way he writhed around on the bed as I sucked him, making noises I had never heard come from him before.

"Stefan, god, ...Stefan I...need...you," Damon gasped out through his panting.

"For what, Damon?" I asked letting go of his cock with a pop and a grin. He was achingly hard, precum at the end of his tip oozing it's way down his length.

He shot up wildly entangling our bodies and pressing his naked flesh against mine. ""Fuck me," He begged his mouth colliding with mine as his insistent tongue writhed inside my mouth.

Warmth spread through me at this request and immediately I pushed him back down, taking his thighs and pulling them apart as I slicked my cock with my saliva quickly.

He looked up at me with anticipation, his chest heaving. I studied him for a moment, urgency lost as I took in the beautiful sight of Damon Salvatore. Messy dark hair surrounding his head, clashing with the white sheets beneath us, naked flesh a color of gold, his defined body sculptured to perfection, and god those lips, big, wet, and juicy from our last kiss.

I watched him wriggle slightly in need. Without warning I thrust into him, consumed by need again, consumed by lust. Damon's mouth opened as he let out a surprised gasp and I watched his eyes flutter shut in pleasure.

I gave him a minute to adjust, loving his tight heat wrapped around my cock. Then I thrust in again, wrapping my arms around him and laying kisses on his naked body wherever I could.
As I pounded into him a chorus of "Stefan, oh god, Stefan, oh, Stefan, hmmm, Stefan," rolled from his lips. Suddenly all control was lost between us and we melted together, lost in each other. Lost in the heat and the lust that surrounded us.

"Stefan, I'm gonna..." Damon murmured as he got closer and closer until finally with another thrust in had sent him over the edge. His eyes rolled back into his head and a low scream mixed with a moan escaped his throat as he rode out his orgasm. I got in a few last thrusts and soon I was in an orgasmic haze, cumming inside of Damon.

We collapsed after riding out our orgasms, arms wrapping around each other as I laid myself out on his chest. I buried my face inside of his neck, inhaling deeply loving his scent. So deep and earthy, mixed with human blood.

Damon let his fingers trace up my back, softly feeling and touching as if he were afraid I would vanish the next second."This better not have been a dream,"