Chapter 10

Stefan stared up at him, unable to talk as he hung his mouth open. It felt so strange to have something so deep inside of him there. It felt oddly comforting. Damon kissed around his jaw softly and pulled up to look at his face as he circled his hips. Stefan gave a small gasp at the movement.

"You ok?" Damon whispered and he nodded. Damon chuckled and pulled out half way.

"No…wait..." Stefan frowned thinking he was going to pull out but Damon stilled and pushed back in again and Stefan closed his eyes in wonder that it didn't hurt.

"We can do whatever you want."

"Uhhh." Stefan moaned.

"I can go fast or slow, hard and deep…" Damon breathed as he began a slow rhythm. Stefan couldn't move or speak as he reeled from the sensation. "I can be gentle like this or I can throw you around and bite you." Damon became a little breathless as he excited himself and began to move faster. Stefan brought his arms up and held him around his back for support.

"Damon…" Stefan drooled as he flexed up into him and opened his legs wider.

"What do you want?" Damon dropped his head into Stefan's neck panting as he thrusted.

"Everything…everything…show me…uuuhhh!" Stefan moaned loudly as Damon bit down and began to drink. Damon pulled up abruptly and placed his hand over Stefan's mouth. Stefan frowned in confusion.

"Caroline is downstairs. You're going to have to be quiet." He advised and Stefan looked at him in horror. How was he supposed to do that with Damon touching him like this? "Think of it as a challenge. If you get too loud I'll stop." Damon winked and Stefan began to pant in frustration and need.

"Please…" He begged and Damon licked up the side of his throat making his eyes roll back. He gripped Damon tighter around him and Damon began his thrusting again a little quicker as Stefan tried not to bite too hard through his lip. It was so difficult to stay quiet but Damon was right, it did feel a little more exciting knowing that Caroline was downstairs. He panted and moaned as little as he could as Damon drank little mouthfuls here and there and kissed his throat.

"Uhhh." He gasped as he felt an intense shooting sensation up his back. He felt drugged from the aftershock and Damon lifted his head and supported himself on his hands to watch Stefan's face as he angled his hips and made the sensation go up his back again. Stefan opened his mouth to moan and Damon placed his hand over his mouth tight to quieten him. The feeling of Damon inside of him and holding his mouth closed felt so commanding and oddly filled him with even more excitement. Damon had control of his body. Damon smiled evilly at him and increased the pressure of his hand over his mouth as he began to thrust deeper and quicker into him at this angle. Stefan arched his back as he was hit by shock after shock. It felt unbelievable and he so badly wanted to moan and call Damon's name but he couldn't. His face flushed and he had no choice but to yield. He brought his hands up and held Damon's outstretched arm, not to try and remove his hand but to hold onto him for support as he felt himself get carried away with the rhythm. He breathed through his nose noisily and closed his eyes until he heard Damon give out a small moan. He opened his eyes and saw Damon beginning to lose his calm too.

"Fuck." Damon whispered and panted as he sped up again, hammering his manhood in and out now that Stefan's body was so relaxed and yielding. His breathing got louder and he closed his eyes. He didn't have long to go. Stefan began to raise his hips and meet every thrust as sensation took over his mind and he dropped his hands from Damon's arm to hold Damon's behind and pull him in as deep as he could. Why had he never had sex like this before? It was so consuming and intense!

"Huuh…" Damon gasped and bit his lip hard as he went rigid and began to spill inside of him. He removed his hand from Stefan's face as he supported himself, still moving to try and satisfy Stefan too as he panted heavily and noisily from the pleasure. Stefan wanted that too, he wanted to release. It was normally him on top and in control and he felt vulnerable underneath. He had the urge to roll Damon beneath him and take what he needed but Damon held him down firm with his hand on his chest as he tried to move.

"No you don't." Damon panted and Stefan was about to argue when Damon began his thrust again. How was he still hard? He took Stefan's manhood in hand, which was a little erect and swollen and began to pump him firmly while he plunged in deep and sent the shocks to Stefan's back again. Stefan's eyes sprang open wide at the enormity of the stimulation and Damon grinned in triumph.

"Fuck..." Stefan mewled. He couldn't escape the sensation. Damon had him pinned down and in pleasure from inside and out. It felt like he was going to have an out of body experience at this rate. Damon timed the thrusts with his hand movements and leaned over his face to look into his eyes. Stefan gazed up at him.

"Cherry on the cake?" Damon panted in question and exertion and Stefan's eyes widened. What else could there possibly be to add to this all? He nodded quickly and Damon kissed him, pushing his tongue inside. God it was all too much, he couldn't take much more or he would explode! He whined into Damon's mouth, on the verge of climax when Damon pulled away and dove into his neck and bit down too.

Stefan let out a huge gasp and lifted the two of them off of the bed as he arched and spilled his seed everywhere. The climax didn't end though, not with Damon's teeth in his neck and he whimpered and tried to fight it. Damon pulled up.

"Give into it Stefan."

Damon ceased his movements and stilled against him as Stefan tried to breathe it out and not scream in rapture, but he couldn't hold it, he had to do something. The veins in his eyes protruded and he threw Damon backwards, separating their bodies suddenly. Damon fell back and landed on his back groaning as he hit his head and Stefan jumped on top of him and bit into his chest. He drank and clawed at him like an animal as his body pulsed and throbbed inside from the orgasm and penetration. He poured every ounce of himself into the feeding and gave his whole body over to it completely like never before.

He drank until Damon moaned underneath him completely spent. He pulled up and licked the claw marks that had began to fade on Damon's torso. Damon's eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily.

"That was fucking unbelievable." He growled and licked over Damon's skin to clear the blood traces and Damon smiled and nodded, his eyes still closed in tiredness. "I want more. Do it again."

"Control it brother." Damon opened his eyes and stroked up Stefan's arms as he fought with the desire to spread Damon open and take him. His veins were on fire and he panted, growling in the back of his throat.

"More."

"Breathe." Damon said a little more forcefully and Stefan whined, gripping Damon's torso.

"Please fuck me again Damon."

"I will but not now. We have guests brother."

"I don't care."

"Stefan." Damon growled angrily now and sat up. "Calm down or I won't touch you anymore." He threatened and Stefan gulped seeing how fiercely Damon meant it. He deflated a little and slumped his shoulders. He couldn't bear the thought that Damon wouldn't let him have this again.

"Breathe." Damon instructed a little more gently and he nodded, taking some deep breaths until his face returned to normal again. Once he seemed calmer Damon flopped back down onto his back again and sighed. Stefan lay on top of him and hugged him to him, laying his face into Damon's neck.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For showing me."

"That was nothing Stefan. That was the quickest fuck I've ever had." Damon chuckled and Stefan looked up at him in surprise. "There's so much more." Damon's eyes gleamed and Stefan smiled in amazement.

"Can I…"

"Later. Sleep. We've got a load of crap to clean up tomorrow and a werewolf to kill." Damon advised and Stefan nodded. Sense was beginning to return to his brain. Damon lay for a few minutes before he intimated he wanted to go back to his own room. Stefan sat up begrudgingly and tried not to feel unhappy. Damon gathered his clothes and began to dress again as Stefan watched from the bed.

"You could sleep here." Stefan offered, trying not to evoke any neediness. Damon arched his eyebrows in surprise and chuckled.

"I've got nothing left in me to give tonight."

"Just sleep." Stefan added and Damon eyed him a little taken aback.

"I'm just down the hall brother." Damon said and Stefan bit his lip. Damon didn't want to sleep here. He didn't understand why Stefan wanted him to. Truth was that Stefan didn't know why either, he had just enjoyed the closeness. He always loved waking up next to Elena after sex. It was peaceful and loving, but then…this was his brother and this hadn't been about love. They had fucked. That's what this had been about, desperate fucking and feeding in the aftermath of arguing with Elena. So why did Stefan feel urgent about Damon leaving?

"You should get back on deer again tomorrow." Damon advised as he picked up his shoes. Stefan blinked at him, as he did his usual whirlwind of changing topic again like a wave.

"Ok." Stefan said feeling odd and a little disappointed. "What about you?" Damon paused in response. "Can't I still drink from you?"

"No." Damon said frowning. "Not unless you want to do this again. I can't do the feeding schedule anymore."

"So…during sex?" Stefan asked confused and Damon sighed.

"If you want."

Stefan eyed him. What exactly was Damon offering here and why did it hurt a little? Stefan was only allowed to drink from him if they had sex. Why did that seem a little like payment for prostituting himself? He frowned and swallowed bile.

"What?" Damon frowned too.

"Nothing. You're right. I need to get back on track." Stefan gave him a tight smile and Damon clicked his tongue as he appraised him.

"Ok." He gave him a quick nod with his chin and unlocked the door, stepping out and closing it behind him. Stefan shivered as he felt all of the air leave the room suddenly. They'd messed up here. He'd gone and done it for real. He'd given himself over to lust and sex completely and it was with his brother. He held his chest as he tried to breathe. He should feel revolted and embarrassed but he felt terrified instead. Terrified of what this was going to change, because he'd enjoyed it so much. Even though it had been with Damon, he'd lost his mind, lost control and revelled in it completely. He'd never experienced anything like it before. It had to change things from now on. He fell asleep, worried and elated at the same time.

The next day he felt weird again. Damon was normal and cool as a cucumber and it rattled him that he could do that. He should be relieved or happy that Damon wasn't being weird around him but yet he couldn't help but feel a little hurt. It was as though it hadn't happened, as though he'd dreamt it and he might have believed that had it not been for the blood left on his sheets from their feeding and carnal activities. He'd had to open all of his windows to rid the room of the smell of sex and blood and of Damon.

Elena had called around early to talk things over. She'd barely slept after their fight and was remorseful for her lack of empathy. He felt like a coward for not admitting that he'd spent the night in rapture, rolling around with Damon between his legs. He did his best to hide his guilt and pretend like nothing was wrong. Damon was acting as though that was the case, so so should he.

He threw himself back into what was happening around them, into trying to find the moonstone as Damon hitched his plans to get information out of Mason. Little did he know just how much Damon was glad for the distraction. Torturing Katherine's new beau to death would always have been fun but was particularly welcomed as an outlet for the anger and jealousy he had felt when Elena and Stefan had began to play happy couples again.

He threw Mason's heart down on top of his body and loomed above him breathing. It felt good to kill something. Killing and fucking – that's what he was good at and right now all he wanted to do was throw Stefan against a wall and have him, but he couldn't. He should kill things instead for a while. Killing Katherine would be sweet. It would make him feel heaps better and take his mind off everything. He began to roll the body up in one of their many Persian rugs when Stefan walked in and sighed.

"Did you have to kill him?" Stefan mumbled disapprovingly.

"Yes." He said tightly and looked up to him, motioning for him to help. "Did you get it?"

"Yup." Stefan held up the moonstone for him to see and leaned down to help him wrap the body. They lifted the body at both ends and backed out of the room to dump it in the car. "Caroline gone?"

"Yup. Liz is all compelled and free again. You and Elena are all lovey dovey too so I guess all is right with the world." Damon commented as they threw the body in the boot with a swing. He straightened up, brushing off his hands and Stefan frowned.

"What's up with you?"

"Nothing." He smiled sweetly at him and Stefan folded his arms and opened his mouth to respond when Damon walked back into the house. He followed him in, trying to figure out what Damon was feeling. Was he jealous? Was he angry? He desperately wanted to know because he wasn't unaffected by the pretence. As he went to speak to him again, a cell phone wrang.

"Hmmm, last number dialled. I wonder who that could be." Damon grinned and Stefan felt panic grip him.

"Damon don't mess with her..!" Stefan tried to grab the phone from his hands and Damon moved out of the way laughing in glee and mischief. The one sided part of the conversation with Katherine that Stefan was witness to, quickly led to silence and fear as Damon put the phone back down onto the side table solemnly.

"What did she say?" Stefan pressed and Damon gulped and tensed. His expression told enough and Stefan grabbed him by his shoulders urgently.

"What did you do?!" Stefan panicked and Damon flushed and couldn't look him in the eye.

"She could hurt someone Damon! We have no idea what she's got up her sleeve!"

"I'll find her." Damon said guiltily. Stefan shook his head and pushed him back as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. Damon watched him silently as he dialled. Stefan turned his back and walked away as he began warning Elena. Damon sat down as he listened. Shit, what had he done? He should have known Katherine would have more cards to play, she was an evil bitch troll but she was smart and he should never underestimate her.

"Elena?! Elena what's happening?!" Stefan suddenly shouted and Damon stood to attention as Stefan turned back to him worriedly, still holding the phone to his ear. Damon held his breath as he heard screaming from the phone. Stefan shot him a look of fear and turned and ran, Damon hot on his heels as he ran outside to his car. Damon moved to climb in with him when Stefan shook his head fiercely.

"You've done enough!" He snapped and Damon stood in shock as Stefan drove away at lightning speed.

Stefan didn't come home for hours. He paced and fretted, trying to come up with a plan. Katherine could be anywhere. Where did he start looking? He needed to lure her out. She now knew they had the moonstone and she obviously wanted it, so he had to use that, count on the fact that she'd no doubt be in contact to gloat about whatever she'd done to Elena and bargain for the stone. Stefan was still seething when he returned and had spoken to him long enough only to tell him that Jenna had stabbed herself and was in the hospital. Mercifully it looked like she was going to survive. He'd tried to talk to him, to apologise for his part in it but Stefan didn't want to hear.

He had to fix this somehow.

He went into the lounge to find Stefan by the fireplace, his back turned.

"Stefan." He said softly and Stefan turned to face him. He was in pain, not angry like earlier. Damon felt his heart squeeze and took a step towards him in surprise.

"Don't."

"I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry." He said and Stefan shook his head.

"You never think." Was Stefan going to cry? Really? Wasn't that a little over the top?

"Jenna's going to live Stefan. Elena knows this wasn't your fault." He tried to commiserate.

"It doesn't matter."

"What?"

"It's over." Stefan closed his eyes and let tears fall down his cheeks. "Between Elena and I." Damon was speechless. "Katherine's smart, she knows how to get to people. She'll kill everyone that Elena's loves and I can't protect her."

"We'll get her Stefan. I'll find her." Damon clenched his teeth as he spoke. Stefan closed his eyes and turned away from him again. Damon covered the distance between them and squeezed his shoulders. "I promise you. I'll tear that bitch's heart out."

"And then what?" Stefan whispered. Damon turned him around to face him concerned. "Elena and I get back together again and you and I keep pretending we didn't cross the line?" Damon released his shoulders and took a step back, blind-sighted by the topic change. "Are you really not going to talk about it?"

"I…" Damon stumbled. "You made the rules Stefan. No Elena, no talking about it…"

"Well I need to." Stefan said firmly and they stared at each other.

"Ok." Damon said strained and uncomfortable.

"Why?" Stefan whispered and Damon raised his eyebrows in question and gulped.

"Why what?"

"Why did you want to do it?"

"Shouldn't we be talking about how to find Katherine right now?" Damon tried to deflect.

"Was it to mess with me? To control me? Or was it so that I'd feel so guilty I wouldn't be able to stay with Elena and then you could swoop in and take her from me?" Stefan words hit him in the chest like the sharp crack of a whip and he blanched a little, hurt.

"Yeah, because everything revolves around you Stefan." He drolled coldly and began to shake in anger. He stepped into Stefan's space and growled at him. "I don't remember you having any objection to what we did while you were clawing at me and eating me. I should've known you couldn't handle this."

"And what is this?" Stefan hissed back at him.

"Sex, Stefan. It's what we normally people do to have fun, to blow off some steam. Not everyone likes to weep and write in journals. I live my life as I see fit and if you don't like it then stay the hell out of my way." Damon growled and stepped away from him before he punched him, reaching for some bourbon and pouring it straight into his mouth from the decanter rather than searching for a glass.

"That's all it is?" Stefan's voice was tight. He wasn't even sure why he was asking these questions. He badly needed to think about something other than Elena and the fact that it was over, really over. He needed a distraction. Damon chuckled and drank another swig of bourbon.

"No, I'm madly in love with you. I can't eat or sleep…when I think about you I touch myself brother…" Damon was being cruel and sarcastic now. Stefan held himself stiff and Damon laughed at his blank expression and sat the decanter down, stalking towards him predatorily enjoying Stefan's speechlessness.

"You're the one Stefan, no one compares to you…" He smirked evilly and entered Stefan's personal space again as he flushed with controlled rage. "I thought I was in heaven when I was inside of you, the smell of your skin…god…" He leaned into Stefan's face animatedly "…you've ruined me for all women." He whispered seductively still in a mocking tone and pulled back pleased with himself as Stefan's face lit up like a Christmas tree in anger and humiliation. He smiled triumphantly as Stefan clenched and unclenched his fists heatedly.

"Cherry on the cake?" Damon whispered and Stefan glared at him. "I'm the best you've ever had."

Stefan's composure finally disintegrated and he threw him backwards onto the sofa behind them. Damon laughed in surprise and indignation, but not for long as Stefan dove on top of him and punched him repeatedly. They began to wrestle furiously and viciously, trapping each other in a hold before wrestling out of it again and swearing at each other. It felt good to fight, to let it all go. Stefan wanted to punch his lights out, just to shut his smug face up for once. He never had the strength normally but feeding so much on him last night and pure adrenaline was meaning he could pin Damon's arms down much more than he normally could. He leant his whole body weight onto him and pinned his arms by the sides of his head as Damon coughed, bleeding from his mouth and breathing. The effect of raising Damon's arms like this meant that his shirt rode up onto his stomach and bore the soft skin over his lower abdomen and hip as he struggled. Stefan's eyes moved to the trail of black hair hiding at his waistband and he felt his mouth go dry suddenly. Damon huffed and tried to roll him off, when Stefan growled and held him down with more force. Damon looked up into his eyes and Stefan shot him a glare of warning not to move.

He reached down with one hand and quickly ripped the front of Damon's jeans open abruptly and Damon gasped and tried to struggle in confusion so Stefan punched him hard across the jaw so that he fell back again. In the brief moment Damon was dazed he reached in and pulled Damon's manhood out and began to stroke it.

"What are you doing?!" Damon gasped halfway between arousal and anger and Stefan just growled in response. As he stroked him faster Damon tilted into his hand and moaned, no longer fighting him. "Stefan…what…?" He panted and Stefan squeezed his manhood and released Damon's hand, moving his free hand to hold him by his throat instead.

"My turn brother."