CHAPTER 2

Stefan groaned as he tried to open his eyes, feeling the stone floor beneath him. He felt completely exhausted and hungry.

"Morning blood bag." Damon's voice came to him from across the room. Stefan tried to speak but found that his mouth felt as though it was glued. He could tell how much Damon had drained him by that sensation. He slowly concentrated on opening his lips and managed after a second or two. Damon appeared looking down at him smugly.

"I'm hungry Stefan." Damon grumbled and Stefan blinked up at him. He didn't have any more blood to offer him, he could barely move as it was. Damon was paying him back for starving him. He was going to end up in the same state that Damon had been in and that fear must have reflected in his eyes as Damon smiled knowingly. Stefan opened his mouth to try to speak again but all that escaped was a puff of air. Damon shook his head.

"Pathetic. At least I held in for a few days once you had drained me. Look at you, you're so weak." Damon clicked his tongue and bent down to him.

"Here's the think Stef. I'm hungry and with the absence of any human blood I'm going to need yours, so…" Damon bit into his wrist, spilling blood down his arm as he held it up to show Stefan his intention. Stefan's eyes widened realising what Damon had planned. He couldn't let his body be used for this purpose. If Damon used him in this fashion they would be no chance of escaping his hold over him. Damon was too strong. Vampire blood exchange was intimate and although their blood had regenerative qualities, human blood had the life force that made them strong. Surviving on vampire blood alone would make them both weaker.

"Why?" Stefan managed to croak as he gazed up at Damon desperately. Damon must understand how much weaker they would both be. Damon's face tensed in contemplation before he answered.

"What you're feeling right now is day one of being drained Stefan. Imagine what that's like after nearly a week. I will not be reduced to that again. I'd rather be weak as a human than lie here like you if we both starve." Damon gritted his teeth as he spoke. Stefan closed his eyes, feeling the burning sensation in his body as his blood became to evaporate. It was painful but the helplessness was the worst and he had left Damon to suffer this for almost a week in here alone. Maybe Damon was right. If they fed off of each other then at least they would slowly dry out and become paralysed. He nodded his head and opened his eyes again as Damon bit into his wrist again, re-opening the wound and placed it over Stefan's mouth. The blood tasted so strange to him. He hadn't fed from another vampire before but he had heard how erotic and wonderful it was from others he had encountered. He also knew that he could choose whether to feel the sexual stimulation or not but right now as he felt his body shivering with pleasure, he didn't care to turn it off. The pleasure seemed to trickle into his limbs, chasing away the burn of the thirst and he sighed, closing his eyes as he pulled Damon closer. Damon wriggled a little and Stefan opened his eyes in time to catch Damon's mouth fall open in wonder. Clearly Damon didn't want to chase the pleasure away either as his pupils were huge.

All too soon, Damon snatched his wrist away again and Stefan groaned, needing much more than he had taken. Damon licked his own wrist and Stefan felt himself entranced by that motion, by the sight of Damon's tongue sweeping over his marble coloured skin. He had to shake himself out of it.

"Please Damon, I need some more." Stefan said, happy that his body felt a little stronger now and capable of sitting up on his elbows. Damon stood up abruptly and distanced himself.

"No can do brother. I need to be on alert in case little Zachariah comes back down here and I have an opportunity. Sleep. I'm going to need a meal soon." Stefan felt dread at Damon's comments. He had made Zack promise that if something happened to him, he would protect the town first and forget about him. He had lived long enough. He was relieved that Zack had made the decision to leave them both locked in here, but he hadn't ever considered that Damon would keep him alive for his own purposes. Normally Damon didn't plan out behaviours, he just reacted. Evidently Damon had realised that Stefan would try to thwart his blood bag plans and force a potentially lethal confrontation to prevent this and so he was keeping Stefan too weak to launch an assault.

"Just a little more brother." Stefan repeated his request and tried to appear weaker than he was so that Damon would reconsider. He limply fell back onto the floor and began to breathe heavily. Damon turned back to watch him, calculating whether Stefan was being truthful or not. He walked back to him, staring down with intensity.

"You're a terrible liar Stefan, you always have been. Don't try and bargain with me."

"I'm not lying." Stefan said calmly and Damon smirked.

"So you want a little more of me inside you, is that it? Oooow, what would Elena think of that?" Damon jested and Stefan could stop his glare. Time to turn off the pleasure switch, as much as a comfort as it was it was disgusting to experience it with his brother of all people. Stefan grimaced as Damon chuckled.

"How do I taste? I bet I taste delicious." Damon continued as Stefan felt his cheeks flush. Damon nodded and smiled when he saw Stefan's embarrassment.

"Enough blood in you to blush ay? Good enough for me." He walked to the other side of the room and sat down on top of some sand bags, clasping his hands and humming to himself as Stefan kicked himself for falling into his trap. He hadn't been completely lying, he did still feel very weak but he knew he had enough blood in him to regenerate some more of his own blood supply. Damn his functioning organs! He closed his eyes as he felt a wave of drowsiness overcome him. He had no idea what sharing like this would do to their blood. They were already brothers genetically and technically created by the same blood from Katherine so their blood would be similar already. What kind of blood would his body end up producing without a human influence? The floor beneath him seemed to tilt and he gasped trying to hold onto the stone below him. Damon moved at the other side of the room but didn't approach him. He tried to call out for him but he felt too nauseous to do so, instead breathing the feeling away and trying to sleep it off.

He didn't know how long he had slept, but he felt his body more alert as he opened his eyes. He sat up completely this time and sighed in relief at the lack of dizziness or burning. He felt almost normal. He looked over at the sand bags but Damon wasn't there.

"Damon?" He asked, turning to look behind him when Damon's teeth sank into his neck. He cried out and struggled against him as Damon held him firmly from behind, gulping and moaning.

"Wait!" Stefan called out, but he could feel his strength waning as he did so. He was finally feeling ok and now Damon was stealing it all again. "No!" He almost sobbed as he felt his body lean in towards Damon's caress as though he was volunteering. Damon pulled back as Stefan gasped at a spark of an orgasm igniting in his loins. What the hell was that?! Damon dropped him in shock and stood back. Stefan rolled onto his side and panted, feeling himself hard inside his jeans. That must have been what everyone had told him about, the beginnings of the sexual stimulation brought on by blood sharing. Damon looked confused and revolted at the same time.

"You knew this would happen." Stefan panted as Damon growled. He could see clearly how much hunger was still driving Damon's decisions, but Damon was obviously having problems turning off the sensation switch. Damon growled and beat his fist against a wall in frustration. He wanted to drink more but he didn't want to share this sensation with his brother. The idea was abhorrent to him. He didn't mind it if Stefan got off on it, but he wanted no part in it. Why couldn't he ignore it like he did with his emotions when he put his mind to it? He licked his lips and looked at Stefan again.

"You can't turn the switch can you?" Stefan surmised and Damon growled in anger. Stefan blew out a breath, thanking the universe for a reprieve. If Damon couldn't shut it out he wouldn't be able to feed from him like he wanted to without having to give in to lust. Thank god they were brothers, because Stefan doubted whether the fact that he was male would have stopped Damon under normal circumstances. Damon had been around and Stefan wouldn't have been surprised if he had learned that Damon had tried every kind of sexual encounter.

"Damn you!" Damon spat and lunged for him again just as Stefan was relaxing. He pulled Stefan into his arms and bit into his neck again as Stefan choked in pain and surprise. Damon gulped quickly, squeezing Stefan as though he were a juice box, trying to get as much out of him as possible before the pleasure drifted in. Stefan felt his loins heat up and make his member grow hard as he gave into it, tilting his head back compliantly as he moaned. If he could make this more uncomfortable for Damon, then there was all the more reason for Damon not to feed so much. He gasped into Damon's ear as he felt a spark and he moaned in his most breathless sensual way as Damon tensed. He felt a wave of orgasm roll through him and he cried out. Damon growled, obviously he was feeling sensations too but he was still fighting it. Stefan would be unconscious soon unless he did something.

"Damon…" He whispered as though he was in bed with a lover just at the peak of arousal and it did the trick. Damon released his neck and tossed him to the other side of the room in disgust. Stefan lifted his head to look up at him and was pleased to see just how rattled his brother had become. He was shaking and brushing himself down as though he felt soiled by Stefan's apparent enjoyment of his drinking. Damon actually felt violated. He wanted to feed, not to inadvertently have sex with his own brother. He shivered and tried to shake the feeling off.

"Damon, you have to feed me." Stefan reminded him slyly, knowing that Damon would have to go through this all again to give him some of his blood. He was sure that suddenly Damon's plan didn't seem like such a good one to him now. It was certainly much more intense to be fed from than fed to. Stefan made note of that quickly. He could use this to his advantage. While he was feeding, he would have to be as enticing as possible while Damon's body was affected – that way Damon's resolve would crumble and he would realise that this blood bag plan was ill fated.

Damon huffed, trying not to look at him. Stefan suppressed an inward smile and high five to himself.

"Damon please, I'm so hungry." Stefan put on his best acting face and voice to seem as vulnerable and helpless as possible. Damon huffed again and Stefan could tell he was trying to pull himself together in preparation for the pleasure burst. Shame they were void of a cold shower in here. Stefan let his head drop back to the floor, to accentuate his apparent weakness and Damon finally looked him over solicitously, biting his lip.

"Turn the switch off Stefan." His voice was strained. Stefan writhing against him wasn't making this any easier and he had to get more blood into Stefan in order to get his next feed. Stefan made a small whimpering sound that Damon didn't trust one iota.

"I can't. I haven't got the strength." Stefan said meekly and Damon gritted his teeth. His brother was playing him and he knew it. He had no choice here though. He had days of starvation to recover from and his body was pushing him to feed constantly, compressing him from the inside till he felt like he wanted to just drink his own blood. He needed more quickly. He marched over to Stefan and grabbed him, forcing him flat on the floor as Stefan's limbs fell to the side.

"Don't piss me off Stefan. I'm too hungry for your crap!" Damon warned and Stefan zeroed in on his wrist. He bit into it begrudgingly. He didn't feel as though he had enough to justify giving some back but he could see from Stefan's pallor that he didn't have much more to give. It seemed that the amount of blood Stefan could regenerate wasn't as much as he had hoped. He would have to be patient and have small feeds rather than try to drink his full like usual. He groaned considering that as Stefan opened his mouth hungrily. He placed his wrist over his mouth ad Stefan's lips brushed against his skin, cushioning him as his cheeks sucked in Damon's essence. Immediately Damon felt his body succumb to pleasure and he grimaced, trying to fight it. It was so intense this time around and he didn't understand why. Maybe he was being so affected because Stefan had wound him up so much as he had been trying to feed and focus.

"Uhhhhh." A sound escaped from his lips and he bit his lip annoyed that he was succumbing. Stefan made satisfied slurping noises and began to gyrate as he brought his hands up to hold Damon's wrist in place. Stefan's hand squeezed and the sensation prompted another gasp of pleasure from Damon as he hung his head trying to ignore it.

"Enough Stefan." He almost drooled down himself as he felt a surge of orgasm take his breath away and make him hard. Stefan slid one hand down stroking Damon's elbow as he gulped more and Damon's skin felt like it was on fire. He moaned as he felt himself near to ejaculating and Stefan gasped too, tilting his pelvis up.

"Stop, Stefan!" Damon snapped as he panted and grabbed his wrist away before he lost control completely. He sat back on his haunches and tried to breathe away the pleasure tingling through him. All his body wanted right now was to let Stefan drink more and give in but he had to maintain the balance of power here. Stefan was panting too, cheeks glowing and erection noticeable through his jeans. He seemed full of adrenaline as he continued to gyrate with his eyes closed. Was Stefan still feeling it? Damon grunted unhappily. His brother should not be getting a hard on over him, it was sick and yet his own body was betraying him too. He pushed himself back along the floor and squeezed himself through his jeans uncomfortably. It was just the blood, that was all. It would go away. Stefan sighed loudly and finally stopped gyrating as he licked his lips again.

"Your blood tastes different." Stefan commented and Damon grimaced.

"So does yours." Stefan looked at him and Damon felt the impulse to avoid his eyes. This was all too intimate and too weird. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Still, it had to be better than starving down here. Perhaps he could shut his eyes and pretend that Stefan was some pretty, curvaceous blonde and just let his body do what it wanted to. The only problem might be that he might want more than that if he gave in. He had only blood shared a couple of times but it had always ended in sex. He certainly wasn't going to do that with Stefan!

"I want more." Stefan sighed.

"Tough." Damon spat annoyed and frustrated. "Sleep and make me more little blood machine." Damon commanded and Stefan grimaced.

"You sure you want to do this?" Stefan asked nervously, knowing full well how Damon was being affected.

"I'm hungry." Damon bared his teeth and let the veins in his eyes show to demonstrate and Stefan shrank into himself.

"Hungry for what though?" Stefan smirked knowingly and Damon growled, standing up and kicking him in the stomach. Stefan coughed and curled into himself.

"Sleep!" Damon shouted and Stefan closed his eyes obediently, letting the dizziness return and carry him away again.