Sorry for the hiatus! I am writing a few other ideas down at the moment as well as this one. Lots of people have asked for a sequel to Klamon stuff in 'Power', so I thought I'd give it a shot. It will be dark as hell though so not for the faint hearted. Watch this space! I also aim to finish 'What happens Now' too over the next few weeks so I'll be a busy bunny ;-) Thanks to those you who emailed to check I was ok. It's nice to know I'm missed when I'm not on here. You humble me with your reviews as always! I am your willing servant. There are some readers however whom I cannot reply to as they are posting as guests. Remember if you want me to reply to your comments you have to sign in ;-) I aim to reply to people as much as possible.

This will be a little shorter peeps, just because it felt right to end it where it did. More to follow asap.

Alrighty back to the story….

Chapter 16 TDT

Damon moaned as he awoke to the sensation of Stefan suckling at his neck. His body felt warm and comfortable. He'd never shared this much blood with someone before. He was really starting to like how it made his body feel. The urgency to make love and release was starting to get easier to control now that their sharing was becoming so regular and he was glad of that. It meant he could enjoy the feeding more. He hummed and tilted his neck, bringing his arms around to hold Stefan lovingly. Stefan had slept between his thighs all night, securely tucked into him from their last round of passion. Stefan licked over his neck, sighing happily and lifted his head smiling from the high of it all. Damon opened his eyes and yawned and Stefan traced over his lips with his fingertips gently.

"Oh god." Damon frowned and Stefan raised his eyebrows. "Look at this place." Damon groaned, realising in the harsh light of day just how wrecked the room was. They'd even managed to break one of the posts at the end of the bed when Damon had made Stefan hold onto it as he took him up against it. Stefan sat up looking around and started to chuckle. Damon put his arm over his eyes.

"We need a maid." Damon whispered and Stefan chuckled again.

"An 'after make-out' maid." Stefan offered and Damon grinned.

"Are you hungry?"

"Starving." Damon grumbled and Stefan kissed his chest lightly before getting out of the bed and moving to fetch him some blood. Damon relaxed and stretched out his limbs. He could get used to this. He got up slowly, testing his body first. He hadn't been able to hold back with Stefan after their declarations the previous evening. He'd opened himself up completely for him and now it was a wrestle to see who would be underneath now. He didn't mind now actually. Stefan made love so gently and with such consideration for him, he didn't hurt that badly afterwards. It was always going to be a struggle for him to allow Stefan to be in control at points but if they were together for real now, they'd have to conceded to each other and trust each other.

Damon began the slow process of picking up everything they had knocked over and smashed on the floor. He groaned a little at his movements but it was probably just stiffness left over from having Stefan lie on top of him all night. Stefan came in with a mug full of warm O Positive and kissed his shoulder as he gave it to him. Damon gave him a chaste kiss on the mouth and took the mug gladly. He drank it gratefully, enjoying the taste and sat down on the edge of the bed. Stefan jumped into his shower quickly as Damon daydreamed, remembering all of their activities of late. It took him a few minutes to realise that Stefan was out of the shower and dressing again.

"Stefan?" He called as Stefan left the room in search of clean clothes. He followed him through to his room. Stefan gave him a smile and resumed dressing, trying not to stare too much at how naked Damon still was. Stefan groaned under his breath and turned his back.

"I'll never get out of here if you keep walking around looking like that." He commented and Damon frowned.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going out to hunt."

"Why?"

"Because I need more and you've given me enough. You need to feed and get your strength." Stefan pointed out.

"I'm fine Stefan. I can give you more, just let me have a few bags…"

"No." Stefan said gently and Damon felt a little hurt. Stefan clasped his face between his hands and kissed him. "Your my partner not my blood bag." He assured but Damon still looked unhappy. He leaned in and kissed him a little more deeply and nibbled his ear. "Feed…" He whispered huskily, making Damon's hairs stand on end. Damon's veins protruded and he tilted his neck. Stefan pulled away and shook his head.

"When I get back I'm going to have you again, so you better be fed and watered by then." Stefan promised and Damon's cheeks tinted.

"Maybe I'll have had so much it'll be me who's in charge brother." Damon smirked and Stefan folded his arms and raised his eyebrows.

"I'll look forward to it then." He lifted his jacket and kissed him quickly again as he left the room to head out to hunt.

Damon wandered back into his room grinning and jumped into the shower. He was covered in dried blood from the various feeding Stefan had done. He must look gross. He spent the next few hours making the house presentable again. He liked everything to be in its place and immaculate. He was half way through his third blood bag when he heard Stefan walking back towards the house over the gravel. He grinned wickedly and blurred to his hiding spot. He'd been trying to plan all day how he would pounce and he wanted the element of surprise. If Stefan had been hunting this whole time he would be strong and full of adrenaline – Damon wasn't going to let him win out.

Stefan opened the door and stepped inside removing his jacket and moving to hang it up when Damon jumped on him from the side. Stefan yelled loudly in surprise and Damon grinned as he quickly tied Stefan's hands above his head in a blur. Stefan looked up panting from shock and Damon grinned straddling him as he ripped his shirt open.

"Well what do we have here? Stefan's all tied up. What should I do now?" Damon purred, running his nose along Stefan's throat and down his chest to kiss his lower abdomen.

Stefan tensed, trying to move his hands but he was up for playing. Damon bit into his side and Stefan yelped and groaned in a little pain and Damon drank a little before beginning to unbutton his jeans. Stefan had been hunting for hours and felt strong. He just didn't want Damon to know how strong so he could take him by surprise so he gave little moans and tried to struggle weakly against him. Damon released him from his fly and took him into his mouth, sucking with the intention of getting him fired up but leave him wanting. Damon wanted to drive Stefan to the brink and then keep him there until he exploded.

Stefan moaned and gyrated and made some feeble attempts to break his bonds while Damon watched him struggle and hummed in the back of his throat to make Stefan shudder and become more aroused by the sensation it sent through his manhood. Damon drove him to the point of climax and then pulled his mouth away and stood up casually, walking into the kitchen and turning on the percolator. Stefan panted and smiled to himself. He had a feeling Damon would pull something like this, now that he was just as invested in this relationship as Stefan was, he would struggle not to feel like he had to maintain some sense of control or balance of power. Sex was Damon's weapon of choice and Stefan knew that. Not that Damon would use sex to hurt him – even when he'd been so mad that he fucked Stefan on the carpet by the sofa and hurt him as he entered him, he had been gentle in the end, kissed away the pain and soothed his body afterwards. Damon wouldn't hurt him intentionally. It was comforting to know that.

Damon wandered back through a few minutes later with a half empty blood bag and sat down on the floor beside him casually. Stefan was still swollen and ready - the excitement of what was coming next keeping him stimulated. Stefan moaned a little and gyrated his hips invitingly and Damon hummed as though he was considering what to do.

"Damn I thought I left my favourite glass in here." Damon frowned and looked around and Stefan whined. Damon pretended not to hear and then gave a big sigh and shrugged his shoulders. "Guess you'll have to be my dinner plate then."

He poured some blood onto Stefan's chest and Stefan gasped at the cold temperature. It began to trickle down his white skin slowly and Damon leaned down and ran his tongue over the skin collecting it all. It felt amazing and made Stefan's insides tingle in response.

"Damon…" He whined and Damon ignored him, licking gently over the entire surface of his skin thoroughly. Once the blood was cleared he poured more on and began to lick again and Stefan struggled to hold his composure. His tongue was lapping so gently and making gooseflesh appear underneath his touches. Stefan's nipples became hard and desperate for his attention the longer Damon ignored them. Stefan tilted trying to get Damon to suck at them but Damon deliberately stayed right in the middle of his chest and Stefan groaned in frustration.

"Please…"

"So impatient Stefan. There's loads more to teach you." Damon spoke with his lips against his skin and began to drag his fingertips in a stroking motion over Stefan's groin. Stefan's erection swelled again and he bit his lip. He wanted to play, but he was full of blood and adrenaline from the hunt and he couldn't take much more teasing. He brought his knees up and rested them loosely, forcing Damon to climb over him partially and he waited.

Damon moved up into the crook of his throat and Stefan swung his bound arms down over Damon's back holding him to him tightly. Damon gasped in surprise at the movement and Stefan used his knees to hold his lower half to him as he rolled them over and pinned him down with his body weight. Damon gave a laugh and rolled them back over again and Stefan grinned in challenge. Damon growled lustfully and moved down out of his arm hold, pulling Stefan's jeans off at the same time and Stefan allowed it, pretending to fight with the rope around his wrists and wriggling his legs. Damon growled again and winked at him before lifting his legs upwards to expose his entrance and tracing it with his tongue. Stefan gasped and whined pretending to be weak and unable to fight back and Damon pulled his head up and pulled him along the carpet towards his groin. He was going to to take Stefan right here by just unzipping his jeans. He felt quite turned on by the idea of having Stefan while he was tied up and struggling, it fuelled some fire in him and he smiled widely as Stefan shot him a look of disbelief.

"I should tie you up more often." He purred and Stefan arched and tried to break the bonds again. Damon unzipped himself and pumped his erection a few times, closing his eyes and Stefan whined. He opened his eyes to look at him and make sure his apparent distress wasn't real when suddenly Stefan brought his knees up and kicked him full force in the stomach. He gasped slightly winded and feel onto his back and Stefan ripped his wrists apart and threw himself on top of him. Damon tried to get air back into his lungs and Stefan gathered what was left of the rope and quickly tied Damon's hands together now, holding them above his head and tying them so tight Damon winced and groaned as he caught his breath. Stefan grinned evily and sat up, pumping Damon slowly.

"These…won't hold..me." Damon breathed recovering and moved to burst the binds but Stefan rose up and began to slide down onto his erection.

Damon's mouth fell open in surprise and he stopped fighting as he watched. Stefan filled himself slowly, only showing a little discomfort on his face. He wasn't lubricated enough but he didn't want to wait. He wanted Damon right now. If Damon needed to feel like he still had some dominance, some control, then he would give him this, he would let him because he loved him. Damon needed it, so Stefan wouldn't fight, for as long as it took to make Damon realise that he didn't have to be in control. Being in love fully and freely meant no one had control over the other, physically or emotionally. Stefan understood that but Damon hadn't had enough experience in relationships to appreciate that yet. Stefan could wait. Sex was still mind blowing even when he was being spread open anyway.

Stefan began to move, sliding Damon in and out of his body while Damon watched him, mouth still open.

"I love you." Stefan whispered and Damon's mouth opened further as he sighed. Stefan picked up the pace, making Damon squirm and moan and he smiled in insurmountable happiness. Damon sat up and deepened their connection, bringing his bound arms over Stefan's head this time to hold him around his back to his chest tight. It forced their bodies together and brought their mouths to each others' mercy as Damon whispered words of love back to him. Damon began to thrust up as Stefan moved down and they both panted and moaned in appreciation for the wonders of being able to love each other this way. Damon broke his binds and held him properly, stroking his back with one hand while running his other into Stefan's hair as they kissed and moved. Damon felt so close to his climax that he started to moan and bit his lip and Stefan bit into his neck to feed and speed him along. Damon's moans and rapid thrusting jolted Stefan's mouth a few times and he accidently surrendered some blood to Damon's shoulder and arm as he dribbled. They'd have a bath later on anyway.

"I love you…" Damon moaned desperately and Stefan growled and bit a new wound into his neck as Damon's whole body tensed like a statue. Stefan drank on, happy that Damon had climaxed with such force until he heard an alien sound.

"Oh my god!"

Who was that? Stefan lifted his head sharply at the voice bursting their bubble, to see Elena standing in the doorway, looking horrified and nauseous.

"Elena…" Damon croaked, trying to recover from his arousal and Stefan opened his mouth to speak when some of Damon's blood dripped down his chin. She gasped revolted and covered her mouth as she ran from the house.

"Elena! Elena!" Stefan shouted in fear and immediately removed himself from Damon, standing up. He looked to Damon in panic and Damon stared up at him blankly. He grabbed his jeans and threw them on vamp speed and ran out of the house after her.

Damon remained on the floor numb as he heard Stefan trying to talk to her, to explain but she was disgusted – just as Damon knew all of them would be. The cat was very much out of the bag now and their bubble burst forever. He closed his eyes and let out a forlorn sigh. He'd known he shouldn't have expected to be happy for very long but he'd hoped it would last longer than a few days. Stefan was still trying to explain what was going on outside. It hurt more than he thought it would to listen. He got up stiffly from the floor and zipped himself back in securely, walking up to his room and closing the door. He'd put some candles in here earlier, hoping to have a romantic candlelit bath with Stefan after he ravished him a little, but he guessed that that was definitely not on the cards now. It probably wouldn't ever be again. Stefan still loved her. By his very demonstration of response to her at one of their most intimate moments, he still prioritised her over Damon.

He sat down on his bed numb and empty and listened as Elena's car drove away. He could hear Stefan's panicked breathing and reticence to come back into the house as he paced on the gravel outside, evidently trying to think of what to say to Damon. Damon stood up and clenched his jaw. He couldn't sit here and listen to Stefan babble and explain. He deserved better than that. For the first time in a long time he actually believed that he deserved to be treated with a little more respect than that. He didn't want to feel angry but feeling angry was better than feeling hurt and betrayed. He reached into his wardrobe and grabbed his leather jacket, slinging it on and grabbing his car keys. He marched out of his room and down into the lobby as Stefan came back in the door and stared at him ashen faced and nervous. He noted Damon's attire and tight expression immediately.

"Where are you…"

"Out." Damon said as he walked passed him, reaching for the door handle. Stefan grabbed him.

"Wait, we need to talk about this!" Stefan panicked again and Damon shrugged him off and shot him a look of warning. Stefan paled and removed his hand from him, swallowing.

"Damon I still love you." Stefan croaked. Damon snorted. Why did Stefan make that sound like some kind of consolation rather than a declaration? He pulled the front door open and walked out sternly.

"That's what they all say." He spat as he left swinging the door open enough to bang it against the wall outside as Stefan exhaled in grief and anxiety and watched him walk away to his car and drive off.