Hey guys thanks for the lovely reviews. I keep describing Damon's eyes because Ian's really are like I'm describing. Imagine my amazement when he was talking to me and I couldn't look anywhere but at them. Heeheee.

Chapter 15 TDT

They smashed around for a little while, drunk, happy and laughing as they playfully fought and fed from each other. It felt good to not have to worry. It seemed that that was all they did since they had come back here. Every new day in Mystic Falls seemed to bring disaster or heartache with it so for now they were both content to remain in their bubble for a little while longer. Neither broached the topic of what this meant for their relationship as brothers who were also lovers.

Stefan fell onto the sofa dramatically as Damon picked up a table they had knocked over in their wrestling. The bourbon was all gone now and Stefan pouted as he tried to pour the last drop into his glass.

"We need more booze."

"Huh?" Damon hiccupped and Stefan laughed and waved the empty bottle at him.

"Any more bottles in your underwear drawer?" Stefan grinned teasing and Damon flashed him a toothy grin and put his hands on his hips.

"There's a lot of things in my underwear drawer. Wanna go see?" He raised an eyebrow and Stefan's veins protruded.

"You're so easy." Damon chuckled.

"Do you me to play hard to get?"

"It's not possible, I'm too hot."

Stefan blushed and laughed but he knew it was true. All night as they had been dancing and touching each other innocently Stefan had been the most turned on he'd ever been. Every patch of skin on Damon's body deserved his attention, deserved to be kissed or bitten. He couldn't contemplate ever feeling any different towards him now, so did that mean he was gay? He gave himself a shake out of it and Damon chuckled and lifted his legs so that he could sit on the end of the sofa and lay his feet across his knee. It felt so couply. He began to stroke his fingertips along Stefan's bare feet and Stefan purred.

"What are you thinking about?" Damon asked.

"You."

"I can tell." Damon smirked and took in Stefan's bulge in his pants getting larger.

"Can't believe how much I want you. Don't know how I didn't notice it before." Stefan closed his eyes and smiled as the tickling continued.

"I know." Damon mused and Stefan opened his eyes. He felt the same?

"Before, you didn't like any other men?" Damon stopped stroking his feet and Stefan pouted. Damon sighed and then continued. He didn't want to put him in a bad mood but they had to know how much of their feelings here were about each other and not just the freedom of feeding and having sex unrestrained.

"One or two but not like this, it's you I want. Not because of your body and what I want to do to you…" Damon said seductively, playfully biting Stefan's big toe and sucking it a little. "It's you."

Stefan sat up and Damon stopped stroking his feet again and turned to him.

"I feel that way too. I don't think I would find another man attractive, it's just you. You are…" Stefan paused trying to think of how to explain himself. "I just love you." He let it out and waited for the spell to break as he watched Damon's face. Damon paled a little but didn't frown.

"You know we can only have this because it's a secret Stefan. If people knew…"

"Since when do you care what other people think?" Stefan countered, genuinely surprised.

Damon always did what he wanted regardless of other people's opinions or feelings. What had changed? Damon looked off into the distance as he thought how to respond and Stefan pulled his feet beneath him and leaned forward to cup his face. He kissed him gently and pulled back.

"I don't care." Damon whispered and Stefan kissed him again and straddled him. Damon looked up at him sincerely. "I care what people think of you though. If people knew that we were together, they'd be disgusted. They'd treat you differently. I don't want that for you. You want a life here."

Stefan was flushed with emotion and love. Damon cared and he referred to them as being 'together'. His heart began to pound loudly and Damon gave a small smirk as he heard it speed up.

"You can't do a secret relationship Stefan. It would gnaw at you."

"I love you." Stefan squeezed his shoulders and Damon gulped.

"I feel something too." He whispered barely audible and Stefan almost choked on his own saliva as he inhaled in surprise and happiness. He coughed and Damon chuckled and patted his back, returning to a happier state. Stefan grabbed him and pulled him into an embrace tightly.

"What about Elena?" Ah, the five million dollar question. Damon stroked his back as he waited for Stefan to respond. "You love each other and she's a much better match than I am." Stefan pulled back to look at him.

"She's human, we're the same."

"She's a girl and I'm your brother Stefan." Damon stroked Stefan's hair at his ears.

"I don't want to fight with myself anymore. You can give me so much more."

"This is it Stefan. I don't have anything else." Damon reminded him.

"You care about me, you share your body and blood with me…what more could I want?"

"A future, promises…I'm always going to think of myself first. It's who I am." Damon warned weakly, his resolve fading as Stefan continued to stare at him focussed and sure of his intentions and love for him. He had to do everything he could to talk Stefan out of this, because if let this go much further there would be no way he could turn away from him. Admitting that he felt something for him was painful enough as it was and if he began to believe that he could be allowed to, could have this with him, it would end him if Stefan changed his mind and went back to Elena.

"I've never felt as free, as normal and accepted as I do right now. I feel like I've won the lottery and you were under my nose all of this time. I'll do whatever you need. I'll leave here with you, I'll keep it between us, I'll compel the entire town…I'll tell everyone and not care what they think…"

"Stefan think about this. This is your life, you can't go back to it afterwards if they know."

"Afterwards?" Stefan frowned.

"After me."

"There is no after." Stefan said emphatically and Damon leaned his head back against the sofa and sighed. "We don't know what's going to happen. We can't worry about all of things that could go wrong or we'd never do anything. All we can be sure of is how we feel and what we want right now and I want you. I want to spend every day inside of you and kissing you, making up for all the time we've wasted not having this."

Damon closed his eyes and sighed again.

"What do you want?" Stefan asked nervously.

"I want to throw you in my bed and never let you leave." Damon answered and Stefan exhaled in relief. He threw himself on top of him and kissed him passionately, not giving Damon a chance to say anything more as he consumed his mouth. Damon let him have his way, running his hands up Stefan's thighs to his bottom so that he could hold him there. Stefan broke away panting and kissed around his throat as he gyrated his hips into him.

"Let me have you…" He whispered urgently and Damon gave a small moan. Damon held him tight by his bottom and lifted them up, Stefan clasping his legs behind Damon's back and holding him in an embrace and he carried them towards the stairs kissing wildly. Stefan growled in the back of his throat and struggled as they began to ascend the stairs and Damon released him in surprise so that they both tumbled onto the stairs. Stefan took that moment to climb on top of him and pin his arms down.

"Let me inside." He said and Damon whined a little. He unbuttoned Damon's jeans and slid them down as Damon closed his eyes waiting. Stefan pulled his own jeans down and off as quick as he could. He couldn't even wait till they got up to their rooms, he had to have him right here right now. He sucked his fingers and inserted them inside of Damon slowly, stretching them out as he did to make enough room. Damon bit his lip and shivered, watching him intently. They stared at each other throughout the preparation, not speaking. It was strange how quiet Damon was when he was being penetrated. It was so opposite from his composure when he was on top and Stefan couldn't figure out why there was such a change in him. He leaned down and began to kiss him, rolling his tongue against his as he pushed his fingers in as far as they would go and stretched. Damon made a small moan and Stefan pulled his fingers out and pulled Damon's legs around his back and slid inside of him.

Again they were both quiet and gentle as Stefan rocked. The stairs were great for helping support them both in an angle and Stefan was glad to be able to rest his knees on the stairs as the alcohol tired him out much faster than usual. As they breathed and began to feel their bodies let go, Stefan pressed their foreheads together. Damon was breathing in sharp bursts and tilting his head back with every thrust now as sweat rolled down onto his chest. His small moans started to sound almost desperate now as if he couldn't take this much longer and Stefan held him around his back, cushioning him from the carpet beneath them as his skin rubbed and turned a little pink from the friction.

"Uh…" Damon frowned and moaned and it sounded as though he was fighting his release. Stefan cupped his face.

"Let go, it's ok." He breathed and Damon frowned again and tensed. Damon was scared to release? Was it because of their conversation? Stefan slowed and stopped moving and Damon lay panting. "This is what's going to happen…" He whispered, kissing Damon's chest and throat. "I'm going to make love to you tonight and then tomorrow and then the day after that. I'm going to look after you, love you and protect you. I won't stop until someone kills me, even if it's you."

Damon opened his mouth and groaned and Stefan gently turned him over onto his front and moved his knees up so that he was bent over and bracing on the stairs. Stefan inserted himself again and Damon moaned and hung his head. Stefan held his hips and began to thrust, making Damon whine as he adjusted to the sensation from this angle. Stefan leaned over and placed small kisses up his back and pounded as hard and fast as he could go and Damon began to shake and climax, seed spilling from his manhood despite the fact that neither of them had stimulated it. That's how good this must feel for him. Stefan reached under and felt the fluid cover his hands and he smiled in amazement and pumped him a few times to release it all. Damon moaned at the sensation and hyper sensitivity of his manhood and fell forward onto the steps above him and Stefan held under his stomach and thrusted until he exploded inside of him too.

Stefan lay on top of him exhausted, feeling the alcohol swish around in his brain and he began to chuckle. Damon exhaled and began to chuckle too and soon enough they separated and faced each other laughing and holding each other in glee as they tried to calm their racing hearts down. The stairs weren't very comfortable beneath them though and Damon had carpet burns on his back and bottom. Stefan stroked his skin and placed small kisses over the burns and Damon hummed.

"So…what else is in your underwear drawer?" Stefan asked seductively and Damon tried to pull a sultry and seductive face and failed miserably, making them both laugh again. Right now Damon couldn't pull any faces, all he could do was be real and in the moment.

"Wouldn't you like to know." He smiled and Stefan pulled him up onto his feet as they moved up to his room.

Damon's room was mercifully free of any debauchery so far and Stefan eyed the fresh linen on his bed hungrily. Damon's bed was palatial and comfortable. Stefan moved to it pulled the covers aside, pleased in the scent of Damon's skin that floated to his nose as he did so. Damon rattled around in his drawers noisily and left the room as Stefan climbed into the bed and sighed peacefully. He could just sleep here, it was so comfortable. He closed his eyes and smiled to himself. Things were going to be ok, great even. Damon and he were together and they could live out their lives feeding and making love and not having to ever feel guilty or held back by being vampires anymore.

Damon returned to the room with some more bourbon to find Stefan sleeping soundly. He closed the door behind him and sat the bourbon down. He sighed and let himself drink in this sight for a while before something disastrous came charging in and took it from him. Something was bound to go wrong, it always did, especially in Mystic Falls. It was rare for people to be happy for very long here and he had no doubt that they were included in that curse. Stefan seemed so happy, so changed today. He walked over quietly and climbed in beside him, facing him so he could look at him for a while.

He could never have foreseen this happening. When Stefan had attacked and drank from him that first time so many weeks ago, he hadn't known what to make of it. It had become clear just how little control Stefan had over the thirst and he knew that if he had stepped in and tried to help him, that it would have gone very badly. He hadn't intended for things to go this far though. He hadn't realised how much he would feel and grow to want him. It had been the urge to fuck and possess Stefan that had taken over at first but then it had turned into something much more terrifying. He needed him now and that was what he had most feared. He sighed and turned on his back to look at the ceiling.

This wouldn't be permanent. Stefan was caught up in the freedom of it all but that wouldn't last. Once the honeymoon period was over he'd remember all of things about Damon that he hated and couldn't forgive. He'd realise how big a mistake it was to leave Elena. What would happen then? Stefan was empathic enough to know that Damon wouldn't feel any different from how he did now and he wouldn't want to break him by ending it. He would probably go along with it until his feelings became so obvious that they would hate each other. He put his arm over his eyes and sighed sadly. He wanted this but…there was no going back and that was beyond frightening. He wouldn't just lose his lover, he'd lose his brother too. Stefan was all he had. Elena wouldn't be a friend to him if she found out about this and all of the potential friends he might have had, like Liz and Rick would be so revolted by their relationship he couldn't imagine they could reconcile either. Was it worth it just for a little period of happiness now? He felt himself begin to well up inside. The alcohol was aiding a mixture of emotions and he knew it was partial paranoia now. He should sleep and he'd feel better.

Stefan turned towards him sleepily and pulled him to his side to hold him. Stefan hummed and Damon kissed his mouth sweetly.

"Damon…" Stefan mumbled between kisses and Damon held him tighter and kissed down his face, into the crook of his neck as Stefan tilted to allow it, humming. "I love you." Stefan whispered and Damon closed his eyes and lay his cheek against Stefan's shoulder.

"Stop thinking." Stefan whispered and Damon chuckled, amazed at his ability to read him right now. "I know we're both crazy for wanting this, but it won't stop me."

Damon pulled back to look at his face again and Stefan gazed into his eyes.

"How do you make them change colour?"

"Huh?"

"Your eyes." Stefan marvelled and Damon chuckled and shook his head.

"Are you sure want to do this?"

"I've never been surer of anything. You're not backing out are you?" Stefan worried and Damon closed his eyes and sighed. "Because it's too late. I'll tie you down and keep you in here if I have to until you agree." Stefan teased.

"Oh will you now?" Damon smirked and pulled him into him sharply, catching Stefan's breath. They kissed, chuckling again at how ridiculous their decision was. Stefan made a grumbling sound and Damon raised his eyebrows.

"Where's my cherry on the cake? There's no biting happening here."

"It doesn't always have to be that." Damon rubbed his nose around Stefan's and Stefan huffed. He wanted to get lost in the blood fever again even though he knew they'd drank so much they'd both be useless now. He whined and arched his neck up for Damon to bite and Damon obliged, taking just a little and pulling back as he swallowed.

"Damon…" Stefan groaned in need and Damon smiled. They were too spent for any more feeding right now.

"I'll give you your cherry then." He said in defeat and Stefan grinned and flushed, waiting for him to bite again when Damon cleared his throat and became a little nervous. "I love you." He whispered sincerely and Stefan stared at him as though he'd misheard him.

"What?" He croaked and Damon sighed a little happier that he'd admitted it.

"I love you." He said again and Stefan beamed and became speechless. "That's the biggest cherry I can give you." He added and Stefan burst into delighted laughter, making Damon laugh too in relief and wonder.

"That was the gayest, most amazing thing you've ever said!" Stefan laughed and Damon rolled him on top and squeezed him.

"I don't do labels." Damon corrected him.

"Like vampire, stud, bad boy…"

"Good gay, bad guy…they're all the same. Perspective is everything Stef."

"Brother, lover…" Stefan gambled and Damon bit his lip as the sentence hung in the air.

"You and me." Damon said finally and Stefan relaxed a little. "Now stop talking and grab the lube!" Damon chuckled and Stefan grinned and climbed over him to get it.

They were a little more rambunctious in their love making for the rest of the night as they got their second wind. Neither caring how much furniture they tossed aside or made love against. All that mattered was Stefan and Damon.