Chapter 9

Damon lay down on top of him again, kissing heatedly as Stefan tried to catch his breath. Damon was hard and aching as he pressed against his groin and Stefan felt adrenaline charge in his veins with a hint of fear and expectation. There was a tiny amount of excitement in the mix that he couldn't comprehend as Damon devoured his mouth with enough practised skill that he now understood why women fell at Damon's feet left, right and centre. He tilted up into the kisses moaning in appreciation and wonder and Damon began to stroke his skin, soothingly, teasingly enough to make him start to burn for him. He opened his legs a little wider in response, his manhood pressing against Damon's muscular thigh and Damon moaned into his mouth.

Their combined breathing and sighing sounded so erotic, it was enough to rob anyone of their reason. Stefan was so glad he'd locked the door.

"Hmmm I want you." Damon breathed and Stefan sighed in response.

"Damon it's me." Stefan squeaked, irritated that he didn't sound more objectionable about it. Damon hummed and slid his mouth down over Stefan's chest, licking the line of muscle to his nipples. Stefan tilted his groin upwards in response and Damon circled his tongue around the sensitive buds as he slid his hands down to Stefan's bottom. Feeling Damon's hands on his naked behind brought Stefan's perspective back finally. Damon wanted to be inside of him. He lightly stroked a finger down the crease of Stefan's buttocks, easing them apart ever so slightly and Stefan jolted a little in fear. He couldn't let this happen.

"Damon, stop. Stop." He breathed. "This isn't right."

"Stop thinking." Damon murmured as he kissed back up to Stefan's neck.

"This isn't about me. This is about Katherine." Damon lifted his head at the mention of her name and looked at him in confusion. "You're trying to escape the pain she's caused you. You don't want me. I'm your brother." Stefan reasoned and Damon frowned and hesitated.

"You want this too." He argued.

"I can't Damon." Stefan stated softly and Damon climbed off of him and stood up looking claustrophobic and alarmed. "This isn't real what you're feeling. It's an addiction." Stefan sat up relieved.

"I supposed you're the expert on that!" Damon bit back, clearly embarrassed at being rejected and struggling to deal with everything he was feeling.

"Talk to me." Stefan stood up slowly, not wanting him to scarper away and retreat. He reached for a pair of jeans hung over his chair and pulled them on again, finally feeling a little more secure. He had been a stone throw away from opening his body up for him. What a strange compulsion. He wondered idly what women must feel like at that point during arousal and he had been aroused, he still was.

"For weeks now, whenever you needed me to lie here and be what you needed I did it without any fight. I let you and now when I need something from you, you refuse?" Damon was still angry and Stefan couldn't really blame him.

"I know." Stefan said apologetically. "If we did this it would backfire badly. It's a mistake brother. One you would regret forever. There'd be no coming back from it and I don't want that for you." Stefan said and Damon closed his eyes and tried to rein in his anger.

"I won't put you through this anymore." Stefan whispered.

"You're going back to deer?"

"I have to, for both of our sakes." Stefan gulped and Damon seemed to calm a little as reason started to return. He grabbed his jeans from around his ankles and pulled then up slowly as Stefan turned his back to give him some privacy. It felt strange to turn away. They were brothers, they had been naked in each other's presence before and it was no big deal, so why was Stefan feeling nervous now? He turned back after a minute. Damon was buttoning up his shirt and frowning to himself absentmindedly.

"We have to do something about Lon Chaney." He said and Stefan blinked at the sudden change of topic. How did Damon do that? Flip from one to mood to another without taking a breath. It was dizzying! Damon looked to him when Stefan didn't answer. "He's a werewolf Stefan. His bite can kill us and he'll probably start with me."

Stefan realised what this sudden change in conversation was. It was self preservation. Damon needed to deflect his feelings into something else. He felt vulnerable. Stefan ought to give him a break and just go with it.

"Because you took it upon yourself to piss him off?" He folded his arms and watched as Damon visible relaxed. He was glad that Stefan was following his lead away from the topic of sex between them.

"Had to see how easily I could kill him didn't I?" Damon snorted and Stefan huffed in thinly veiled amusement and dismissal.

"Let me talk to him, maybe there's still a way out of this peacefully."

"Now where would be the fun in that brother?" Damon smirked and moved to leave. He paused at the doorway before he left to go to his room. "Goodnight." He said quietly, showing some real feeling again for a second as Stefan watched him leave and close the door. Stefan sat down on his bed and exhaled. That had been so close. He lay down on his bed with a thud as he pressed the heels of his hand over his eyelids. He'd come so close to sleeping with him, he'd actually started to want it – the tenderness Damon was showing as he kissed him, the way he was stroking his skin. It had been insanely erotic. This had to be the end of it. Tonight was the last night he would feed on Damon again. It was over. He needed his brother not a quick fuck and a meal. That's all it could ever be if they did it – a moment of weakness and depravity that they would torture each other for forever, all because neither of them could handle their own feelings or problems. Damon wanted to pour himself inside of Stefan to relieve the humiliation and heartache Katherine and Elena had caused him. Stefan could have been anyone tonight, any warm body to act as a receptacle for Damon's avoidance. Could the same be said about Stefan's use of Damon's blood? Was Damon just his receptacle? No. No Damon was more than that to him. Blood sharing was personal and Stefan would never do it with anyone he didn't trust implicitly. No, for him it would only ever be Damon that he could do this with. Did that make his use of him any more excusable? Perhaps not.

The next day Stefan spent as much time away from him as possible. He needed some head space and Damon seemed to be playing the part of the arrogant sycophant beautifully as usual. Katherine had made it clear that she didn't want Stefan and Elena to be together anymore and they knew she was volatile right now, so they had decided to play it on the downlow. They'd managed to convince everyone, even Damon, that they had had a fight and had broken up because of Katherine's threats. Strange that Damon had believed it. They had to spend most of the day helping out one of Mystic Falls many charity fundraisers, but they knew Mason Lockwood would be there so they decided it could be a tactical advantage to make sure they could watch him closely under the guise of teenage labour.

Caroline seemed to be adjusting to life as a vampire. She and Stefan had become firm friends as he had tried to train her in self control. Perhaps it was because of her that he managed to finally rein himself in a lot more. He had to be an example for her and so he hunted and fed with her. He couldn't lie to himself, he still wanted human blood. He still wanted Damon's blood specifically. That surprised him. Perhaps the part of Damon's blood that was just his had also become a delicacy to Stefan's palate. He'd had so much of it lately and he still associated it with food. He doubled his efforts to detox and with Caroline's presence being so frequent he managed a few days with only animal blood. It felt like such a relief not to be lying to Elena anymore. He felt relaxed. Damon had been impressed at his restraint, but Stefan caught a sense of small disappointment at the discontinuation of their closeness in that regard. Yes they had gotten carried away and had almost become too physical, but it had brought them closer in other ways too. They had shared something that only they could understand and now it was over. Stefan hoped that whatever connections they had began to build could be transferred to a healthier outlet in their relationship.

He arrived at the fundraiser just in time to catch an aggravated Mason Lockwood make eye contact with Damon as Damon talked to the Sheriff animatedly and jovially. Stefan approached him and tried to make peace. Mason was not convinced by the idea and Stefan could see how much he wanted to hurt Damon. A fierce sense of undeserved protectiveness filtered through Stefan and he breathed out and calmed his instincts to be aggressive. Damon may be a self serving lunatic but he was his self serving lunatic. His brother – his problem.

"There's one of you. There's two of us. I think you're the one who needs to watch your back." Stefan said calmly, raising his eyebrows and Mason clenched his jaw.

"If he comes at me…"

"He won't." Stefan assured and offered him his hand. Mason shook it and nodded, turning away to unload his truck. Stefan watched him walking away as he calmed down.

"Whatcha doing?" Damon appeared and spoke from right behind his ear and he jumped a little.

"Negotiating peace." Stefan sighed.

"But I don't want peace!" Damon pouted like a child.

"Tough, because I think that as soon as your back is turned he's going to try and put a stake through your heart and then mine. All because you took it upon yourself to pick a fight with him."

Damon came around to face him smiling proudly and put his hands on Stefan's shoulders squeezing him affectionately. Stefan felt so aware of his touch and cleared his throat, trying to remember what he was saying as Damon grinned smugly. "So thanks for that brother, because we didn't have enough problems." Stefan grasped the back of Damon's neck and gave him a playful squeeze and Damon released him. Stefan smiled back at him smugly and walked over towards Elena. Damon was playing a game. He knew Stefan had wanted him the other night and now he was reminding him subtly with little touches here and there…or…was he just imagining it? Was he paranoid? He shook himself out of it and got involved with the woodwork under way. He had to make deliberate mistakes and act like an unskilled high school teenage when it came to this, even though he'd spent a few years as a carpenter and furniture maker for a while back in the 50s. Sometimes he found it hard to gauge just what a typical teenager was actually capable of. He imagined a typical teenager from this community wouldn't have many manual skills so he'd have to act accordingly. He stood alongside Matt, matching his workmanship and silently communicating with Elena through their secret code.

He relaxed and began to enjoy himself as he worked away cutting and sawing until he needed some water. He moved up to the decking area where Damon was charming a little girl into giving him some lemonade with his characteristic smile and glowing blue eyes. Even little girls weren't impervious to Damon's good looks and appeal. Damon choked suddenly, spitting the lemonade out and coughing violently and Stefan went to his aid in concern.

"Vervain!" He rasped, coughing and sitting for a second to regain himself and Stefan looked around wildly to make sure no one had noticed anything unusual. This had clearly been a set up.

"He's dangerous Stefan. I'm going to rip him apart!" Damon growled and Stefan had to fight with him to get him to stay seated and not overreact. He caught Damon's hands as he swatted at him to move out of the way and pushed against his chest to keep him seated.

"You're right ok?" Damon looked at him in surprise. "He could expose us, he has to be taken down."

"Ok then." Damon said and stood up calmly. "The woods." Damon pointed with his chin and they followed the path out into the woods, trying to catch Mason's scent when Stefan cried out in pain and clutched his chest. Damon reached for him in surprise and then felt a burning hot pain go straight through him, making him cry out and fall to his knees before landing on his face. He looked over to Stefan's body now unconscious on the ground too and saw feet coming towards him. He raised his head to try and speak when he felt a needle pierce his skin. He choked, trying to fight the vervain but he couldn't. He gave in and closed his eyes.

He awoke with to a sharp burning pain in his leg. He screamed and tried to move but he was still weak. He opened his eyes gasping in pain to see the Sheriff pointing a gun at him. He squinted in disbelief.

"How many more of there are you?" She asked coldly, professionally and without emotion and he blinked at her pleadingly. "How do you walk in the sun?"

"Please…" He pleaded and she stood on his injured leg and applied pressure making him shout in pain and writhe.

"Tell me and I'll kill you quickly." She commanded and removed her foot as he gasped for breath and groaned.

"But, you're my friend." He said weakly and she huffed.

"We were never friends, it was all a lie." She aimed the gun at Stefan and fired, but Stefan didn't even flinch. Damon rolled his head to the side and looked to him. Stefan was completely out. He frowned and drew in a few ragged breaths before he was shot again in the other leg. He screamed loudly and closed his eyes. They were helpless, vervained to the max and about to be killed by someone he considered to be one of his only friends.

"He's not going to tell us anything. Kill them both."

He drew in a breath as he reconciled himself to death when he heard Elena's voice.

There was chaos in the cave all of a sudden and he couldn't react quick enough to figure out what was happening. He rolled onto his side and reached out for Stefan, trying to shelter him from any further harm as screams filled the room. He lay his head down next to Stefan's and closed his eyes.

"Hi mom."

"Oh my god!"

Silence and heavy, fearful breathing filled the cave. Then Elena was at his side, checking on them both tenderly. She stroked Stefan's face as Damon panted and tried to pull the wooden bullets out of his legs.

"Stefan?" Elena whispered and Damon opened his eyes and tried to sit up. She looked to him worriedly. Damon leaned over and cupped Stefan's face, calling to him. Stefan barely moved.

"Is he ok?" She asked worriedly.

"He needs blood." Damon said and she gulped and looked to her wrist. He shook his head. "An animal."

"Care, we need an animal." She looked up to where Caroline and her mother stood staring at each other. Caroline looked over, remembering why she had thrown away everything she had, her mother, her life, her home…for her friend Stefan. She nodded disorientated and looked at her mother again and Elena realised just how awful this situation was now. She couldn't ask Caroline to go and hunt an animal right now. Her mom could escape and god knows what she might do in this frame of mind.

"Damon..." Elena looked to Damon again, remembering how his blood had helped relieve Stefan's thirst before, but she could see he was ill and wounded himself.

"What?" He squinted at her, unsure of her request. "Now you want me to feed him?" He asked incredulously.

"Please, help him." She begged and he gave a cold laugh.

"You've no idea what you're asking." He scowled and she looked to Stefan again. He looked at Stefan's face and felt his resistance fade. He cupped Stefan's cheek and checked his pallor. He was hurt too and he didn't have much to give. He got to his knees and crawled towards the body of one of the dead deputies. Caroline and her mother were still locked in a stance of pain and disbelief as he climbed on top of one of the bodies and bit down with the last of his strength. As he drank he could hear Liz's revulsion at the sight of such obvious vampirism. He drank blissfully, closing his eyes and drinking every drop left in the body he was holding. He became vaguely aware of weeping and Caroline's voice cooing, but he couldn't focus on the words. He drank until the body was empty and pulled away, hopefully having drank so much would thin out any vervain still fighting to stay within his system otherwise it would make Stefan sicker.

You would think drinking so much revitalising blood would make you dart up and become alert and strong but Damon felt the opposite. The small amount of vervain left in him was still making him feel inebriated and drowsy and the blood helped a little but he felt tired. He hung his head to breathe as Elena called to him.

"I know how much I didn't want you to feed him before, but please Damon…if it'll help him. He's so cold, so…"

"Dead?" Damon looked up finishing her sentence and she looked at him pained.

"That's because he is Elena. Are you finally getting that now? He's not like you. He's like me." Damon added and she frowned, her eyes filling up as she pondered on the reality of it. Despite how much she had hurt him lately he felt his heart squeeze at her distress and he sighed. He couldn't deny her, even now. He crawled over to Stefan and she stepped aside to let him pull Stefan into his arms. He cupped Stefan's face for a moment, knowing just how much this would affect them both again. Stefan had finally pulled himself together and they were acting normally again.

"Whatever happens is on you if I do this." He said and she frowned confused. "He wouldn't want this from me. Not now that he's back on animal blood."

"Mom please it's me!" Caroline's voice wailed and caught their attention for a second as the Sheriff wept and pressed herself into the wall away from her. They didn't have time to waste, they had to clean everything up and get out of here. They were still in danger. He and Elena exchanged glances and Damon sighed and bit into his wrist, placing it over Stefan's mouth as his whole body tensed in expectation of desire. Stefan began to suck and he bit his lip and closed his eyes. He allowed Stefan to suck for as short a time as possible before he pulled his wrist away. Stefan didn't open his eyes, even when Elena called to him. He regained his composure and cupped Stefan's face in concern.

"Stefan." He whispered and stroked Stefan's cheekbone with his thumb, pulling him closer into his lap. Stefan stirred and opened his eyes, looking up at him confused and dazed and Damon smiled and stroked his cheek tenderly. Stefan's veins protruded and he whimpered, unaware of Elena at all as he gazed up at Damon and reached up to hold him. He drew Damon's face nearer to his and Damon halted at a safe distance from his mouth. Stefan was fighting desire and wanted to kiss him, to feed from his neck.

"Just breathe. I'm right here." Damon cooed and Stefan struggled in pain and weakness. "Control it brother." Damon looked into his eyes as he spoke and slowly Stefan's eyes changed back. Elena watched their exchange in awe and wonder. She'd never seen this tenderness between them before. It made her stomach churn in discomfort. She wasn't part of this, could never be.

"Stefan." She called, beginning to feel like a third wheel as they continued to hold each other and he seemed to register that he and Damon weren't the only ones in the room as he turned his head and looked at her in surprise.

"Elena." He whispered and Damon lay him gently on the ground again and tried to move back. Stefan turned back to him as he retreated and grabbed his arm pleadingly.

"Damon…"

"You need to feed brother properly." Damon said a little strained. "Maybe you should drink some deputy blood."

"I can't."

"Stefan he's right. If there was ever a time to break your diet…" Caroline interceded and Elena huffed irritated.

"He said he didn't want it." She stated and everyone fell silent. Damon stood up unsteadily, allowing Elena to enfold Stefan in her arms and let him sit up. Damon needed some space. He looked over at Liz and exhaled.

"This is a most unfortunate situation. And you. What am I going to do with you?" Damon directed at her exasperated as Caroline tensed in fear at his focus.

"You won't tell anyone will you?" Caroline tried to calm herself. She knew how ruthless Damon could be and that he wouldn't think twice about killing her mom. Liz looked at her and looked away and her heart filled with fear. "Mom? Mom, please…he will kill you." She begged.

"Then kill me." Liz looked up at Damon directly and he raised his eyebrows.

"What? No!" Caroline panicked.

"I can't take this!" Liz began to weep again and Damon leaned in closer to her menacingly as he stared into her eyes. He could feel her integrity, her strength and convictions – she meant it. It was those qualities in her that he most admired. He grabbed her and pulled her to her feet as everyone shouted in fear.

"Damon don't!" Stefan shouted and Damon turned around at the sound of Stefan's voice and blinked.

"Damon please!" Elena added and Damon exhaled.

"Relax guys! No one is killing anyone." He turned back to look at Liz as she seemed to calm a little. She stared him straight in the eye unwavering and he rubbed her arms almost in affection. "You're my friend." He said quietly. Everyone stared in disbelief. Damon was showing mercy, kindness… They were all gobsmacked. Stefan let out a small almost imperceptible groan of pain and Damon turned around to face him again. Stefan needed to get out of here and heal.

"We gotta clean this up." Damon breathed and Elena stood, helping Stefan to his feet as he held his chest.

Despite his own wounds and lack of strength, Damon buried the two deputies bodies as Caroline, Liz, Elena and Stefan returned to the boarding house. How did he end up becoming the clean up guy? Time was when he littered bodies around and didn't care. His continuing and increasing care for this town and the people in it was starting to concern him. Why did he care? They'd given him nothing. Then he realised. This was all for Stefan, to make Stefan safer and undetected. Stefan wanted to fit in here and by proxy Damon had ended up wanting to stay here too. As usual, everything in his life boiled down to his brother's needs. He shook his head as he threw the spade he had used into the back of the Camaro and jumped in to go home.

When he arrived there, there was a thick tension. Stefan was feeding in the kitchen from some deer he had put into bottles this morning as Elena tried to comfort Caroline. He walked in and looked at them all.

"Damon…" He already knew what Elena was going to say.

"I've got it." He said and walked down to the basement to find Liz sitting waiting. He passed her his cell and she looked at him in confusion. "Call work and tell them you won't be there for a few days."

She took the phone from him, her hands shaking a little and dialled her department, faking a story about a stomach bug. Once she'd hung up he took the phone back from her and she looked to the ground.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to let the vervain leave your system and then compel you. Sooner than you know you'll be back to rainbows and unicorns and a human daughter." He said and she tightened her jaw.

"Keep Caroline away from me please. I don't want to see her."

"She's your daughter Liz."

"Not anymore."

"You have no idea how wrong you are about that." He said sadly and she looked up at him. He gave her a tight smile and left the room, bolting the door. He could hear Caroline retreat. She had heard everything. He felt oddly bad for her. What was happening to him these days? Why did these people matter? He walked up a staircase but stopped when he heard an argument from above him.

"He can hear us because he drinks this!" Stefan was saying animated and annoyed. Damon felt his blood chill a little. Stefan couldn't be thinking about drinking human blood again could he? He couldn't handle it, he'd proven that time and again. He heard them argue for a while and then Stefan marched up to his room. Stefan could be such a child at times. He climbed the rest of the stairs and found an upset Elena putting her coat on as she lay a blanket over a sleeping Caroline on the couch. How had his house turned into a youth hostel all of a sudden?

"Hey." He said quietly and she looked to him. "I won't let him drink the people blood, even though it'd make him stronger."

"He can't handle it. Deep down you know that." She said and he nodded.

"I'll keep an eye on him."

"You were right. I can't understand all of his needs. He needs you." She said and he didn't know what to say. "I think I make him sad all of the time. He isn't like that with you."

"We are the same." Damon offered, unable to think of anything else to say.

"Look after him." She said. There was finality to her tone that made him feel alarmed and he moved forward a step to go to her but she shook her head and retreated from him, exiting the doorway and closing the door behind her as he watched with his mouth hanging open.

Caroline was fast asleep as he checked on her and sat down at the end of the sofa to think. Had Elena just broken up with Stefan? He heard Stefan moving around upstairs, slamming and pacing. It certainly sounded as though things weren't good. He got up and ascended the stairs to check on him. One thing he did not need was an angry out of control Stefan now, not when they had Liz here and Mason to deal with. He knocked on Stefan's door for a change – something he never did and Stefan pulled the door open abruptly. Damon opened his mouth to speak when Stefan grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him inside roughly. He fell inwards in shock and Stefan backed him up against the door as it closed and kissed him roughly. He didn't know what to do in response. Stefan pushed his tongue inside of his mouth and he went with it and succumbed. Stefan wasn't gentle and he could tell that this kiss was out of desperation and anger.

Stefan began to remove their clothes hurriedly as Damon pulled away from his mouth.

"Stefan stop, what are you doing?" He panted out of breath, but Stefan didn't answer, just pulled Damon's shirt off and reached for his jeans. Damon grabbed his hands firmly and halted him and Stefan scowled at him.

"You don't want to sleep with me, that's what you said." Damon reminded and Stefan growled.

"I don't care. I want you now."

"This isn't about me." Damon mirrored Stefan's earlier warning and Stefan huffed.

"You want me don't you? You want to be inside of me? Well here's your chance." Stefan snapped and fought against Damon's hands to undo his jeans. Damon released his hold in shock at Stefan's demand and offer and he gasped as Stefan pulled his jeans down forcefully. He felt on edge and nervous, he'd never seen Stefan like this – so primal. Stefan reached down and stroked his manhood but he was soft.

"You don't really want this Stefan, you're just angry."

"Like you were the other day? Angry and hurt – that about summarises it."

"Yeah and you stopped me."

"I didn't get it." Stefan shook his head and continued to try and make Damon erect.

"Hmm." Damon moaned a little as Stefan finally got his body responding. He bit his lip and leaned his head back against the door as Stefan smirked in triumph.

"You're the only one who gets it Damon. It's you and me. I can't have the understanding I need from a human." Stefan explained and Damon looked at him as his cheeks began to glow. "I can't do what my body needs with her. Like this." Stefan whispered and leaned into his neck and bit down. Damon shivered and moaned, flexing his hips into Stefan's hand. Stefan only drank a little before pulling back and looking at him.

"I can't share my body with her like I can with you. Show me what it's really like. I want all of it for a change." Stefan whispered and Damon panted. Stefan released his manhood and stood back, unbuttoning the remains of his clothing and moving to his bed waiting as Damon remained flat against the door in disbelief. Stefan lay down on the bed and looked at completely calm and relaxed suddenly. The anger seemed to be gone. Damon kicked off his jeans from around his ankles and removed his shirt too and walked towards him slowly, trying to assess the situation.

"No talking about it afterwards? No Elena?" Damon asked apprehensively and Stefan nodded.

"I want kissing though." Stefan said and Damon exhaled and climbed into the bed with him. This was really it. Now they were both sure. Stefan reached up and pulled Damon down kissing him until Damon relented and enfolded him in his arms, moving between Stefan's legs. He could feel how ready Stefan was and he allowed himself to get carried away with the desire. He drank from Stefan for a few minutes to help prepare his body. Stefan panted and moaned and it was amazing to not have him fight or try to resist anymore. Damon caressed his behind and circled his finger around his entrance. This time Stefan didn't panic. Damon sat up to check his expression and saw only lust there.

"It won't hurt." He reassured and Stefan nodded. He kneeled down and began to lubricate Stefan with his tongue as Stefan cried out in surprise at how good the sensation was. He made quick work of the entrance, ensuring it wouldn't be a problem and inserted his fingers one at a time. Stefan had pulled the sheets away from the sides of the mattress as he squirmed and panted and Damon smiled at him as he pushed his fingers in as far as they could go and twisted them.

"Uhhh.." Stefan moaned and flushed.

"I'm going to do this a little while longer Stefan. I'm much bigger than this ok? It won't hurt if you relax." Damon advised and Stefan closed his eyes.

"Just put it in. I'm alright."

"It'll hurt."

"I don't mind. Just please…" Stefan panted as Damon continued to move his fingers in and out. Stefan was impatient and Damon chuckled a bit. He wasn't sure how sore it would be, so he licked the inside of Stefan's thigh and took a bite at his artery. Stefan cried out and shook as Damon pulled out a few mouthfuls and then used his tongue to coat his entrance again, pushing his tongue inside and removing his fingers.

He sat up and gently pushed the head of his manhood inside. Stefan clenched and held his breath so Damon remained there until he relaxed again.

"A little bit at a time." Damon whispered and Stefan nodded. He moved in a little more, gently as Stefan tried not to clench. It was still difficult though. Damon needed to distract him.

"Stefan once I'm inside I'm going to make you cum like you've never before. I'm going to feed on you until you lose your mind."

"Uhhh.." Stefan moaned in need and Damon pushed in a little more.

"You're going to let go completely and feed as much as you want. You can bite me anywhere. You can have me any way you want."

"Damon…" Stefan hissed in desire through his teeth as his veins came to the surface.

"You can do anything you want, you can't hurt me." Damon whispered seductively as he closed his eyes, feeling Stefan's body relax enough for him to slide in deeper. He was almost there! He opened Stefan's legs wide and leaned in towards his face as he slid in the last part of his erection and Stefan's mouth fell open.

"What do you want me to do now?" Damon whispered into his ear.