WHO: Damon & Stefan Salvatore WHERE: Arik’s house WHEN: Week 3, Monday evening WHAT: Sex and talk, but mostly sex RATING: High STATUS: Complete
Damon and Stefan had been through a lot in the last few weeks, both as individuals, and as brothers. Oberyn had made sure they couldn’t see each other over reasons that Damon still hadn’t understood, but now it was irrelevant. Really, Damon should have negotiated Stefan’s placement the first time, then none of this would have happened. As it was, they could see each other at Arik’s, and Stefan would possibly get to visit Damon’s once in awhile.
“I told you that you’d get to see me, didn’t I?” he said, watching his brother no longer in that ridiculous collar that he had wanted to rip off. He might be owned physically, but not completely. There was a part of Stefan that belonged only to Damon, and that was what he needed. Even Damon needed something - a reminder.
He locked the door, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt. “Come here.” His voice was soft, like it was once there were no other eyes on him. Stefan would know the subtle texture of his brother’s voice all too well.
There was a part of Stefan that was glad he had his freedom again--not in name, but in every other sense of the word thanks to Arik. He still missed Oberyn, at least slightly--he told himself--missed that dominance and guidance, but he could get that from someone else. Someone who loved him and always had: his brother. He knew that the older Salvatore just wanted to take his brother and make him his again now that he was in a “better” situation and settled into his new master’s house. Damon had promised he would come to check in on Stefan later in the week after the auction, and he turned up, just like he said he would.
It was impossible for the younger Salvatore to hide his excitement.
He’d led Damon to the room Arik had given him in his house and once he was inside, he stood in the middle of the chamber, just watching his brother linger by the door and throw the lock into place. He took in the elder’s slim form with interest, those full lips of his curled up into a sly smirk when the man undid his cuffs, a sight Stefan had seen hundreds of times before as a precursor to their intimate activities. And as his only sibling ordered him over, he found himself rushing to Damon’s side and pulling him into a hungry kiss. One hand slid against the older vampire’s cheek, while the other moved through his dark hair, holding him close as his tongue pressed past his lips and into his mouth. He’d missed his lover, more than he’d really realized.
Damon hadn’t really been sure what to expect, but he knew what he needed. He needed to be cracked open, to feel for a little while, and this was it. He needed to be stripped of all those walls, all that strength, and just enjoy something for a night, or a few hours, whatever they were granted. He didn’t want to see the changes that turned his brother into a compliant vampire with a ‘new sire’. He didn’t quite buy into all that, or maybe he didn’t want to. He was just glad it was over. Now he needed his brother back, true to form. Instead, he surrendered to the kiss, wrapping his brother in his arms, wrapping his tongue around Stefan’s, claiming what had always been his.
“I missed you,” he said honestly, that much softer side swimming up to the surface. He hadn’t said it, but he was a bit jealous himself, especially of that crush his brother had on Oberyn. No, that wouldn’t do, Damon was far too greedy for the attention
“Orange was not your color,” he grumbled, hands wandering up Stefan’s chest, exploring the muscle. He nudged him back towards the bed. “It may have been a symbol of ownership, but it isn’t mine.” He kissed him again, hard and deep, taking another step.
“I missed you too,” Stefan replied with a pleased chuckle, looking into Damon’s blue eyes and taking in the perfect features of his face. It felt like it’d been ages since he’d seen the man like this, even if it was really only a matter of a few days, since the auction. It didn’t compare to the years they would be apart at times, but with their current positions in life, things were different, and it made him feel that much more desperate.
While stepping back towards the bed, Stefan’s hands slid down to Damon’s chest and he worked on opening the buttons of his brother’s shirt, careful not to rip the clothing off--as tempting as it might be. Damon had to manage to get home sometime, back to his slave, and he’d need clothes to do that...even if Damon naked was Stefan’s favorite sight in the whole world.
He got lost in another kiss and gripped the dark material of his brother’s shirt while their tongues once again played, leaving Stefan groaning. His cock had already started to harden by the time they’d been walking down the hall, and right now, knowing how badly Damon wanted to claim him, it was aching. “You know I’m yours though. I’ve always been yours and I always will be,” he reassured, not allowing himself to think about anyone else now; not Oberyn, not Arik, and especially not Katherine.
They had done this so many times, but it hadn’t stopped Damon from wanting more. It wasn’t as much about the sex as most would assume, but about love, and trust, and when Damon needed that, he went home, to the one person he could actually be around for the right reasons. He was with the one person who wouldn’t hurt him, and he needed all of that. He really needed that.
He was already working on Stefan’s shirt, glaring at the collar in between devouring his brother’s lips and the removal of clothing. He wanted that damned thing gone, but there was the nagging voice saying that the act of defiance would not go over very well, and therefore this wouldn’t be a possibility. “You better be mine. I don’t share.” His hips bucked into Stefan’s for effect.
They both knew Damon had to share, but at least it was only with Arik and his other slave, Claudia--it was Stefan’s choice whether he wanted to partake or not. That wasn’t something that needed to be brought up right then though, not with the way their bodies were currently pressed together, both of them feeling the other’s arousal. Stefan just felt like...he needed to make up for things, in a sense; for being such a fuck-up that he’d even had to go to auction in the first place and leave Damon. He needed to show his brother that he would always be his, even as a slave.
Pushing Damon’s shirt from his shoulders so they both stood half-naked now, Stefan gave the other vampire a short kiss and then fell to his knees in one fluid motion. He glanced up at his brother from the floor and his hands found the catch of Damon’s belt, tugging it loose so he could access the button of his lover’s jeans. “I need you,” he murmured, leaning in and mouthing at the line of the man’s cock behind the denim, his eyes falling shut in pleasure. He wasn’t sure if this was what Damon wanted, but Stefan was eager to give him anything and everything he could while they had the chance.
“MMMM,” Damon hummed, literally feeling his brother’s breath through his jeans. A slow smile spread over his lips. “Take these off,” he said. He was already kicking off of his shoes while he felt his belt release. His hands were helping Stefan’s get the jeans off, followed by the boxer briefs he wore. He just wanted it all gone. “Yours gone too. I want a show.”
He turned, flopping down on the bed, propping himself up on an elbow to enjoy the vision. Of course he would let Stefan have him. His brother could give a blow job rivaled by very few. He may have a collar, but maybe it didn’t mean a damn thing in this room. All other thoughts he pushed aside, letting that lust take over all the other things on his mind.
Stefan did exactly as he was told, pulling open the zipper of his brother’s jeans and then helping him to tug them down and off with his briefs, leaving the older vampire standing there, naked. He fully expected he would be able to get a taste of Damon, but instead his brother moved to lie down on his bed, watching.
He rose to his feet and turned to look at his lover with a shake of his head and an amused chuckle. “A show? You think I’m a stripper,” Stefan asked, giving a smirk and raising a brow. He wasn’t quite that skilled at stripteases, not like he was at pleasuring himself for someone’s enjoyment. He tended to feel a bit more awkward.
He let his hands fall to the waistband of his jeans and there, he pulled the button open and then slowly tugged the zipper down while his green eyes were caught on Damon’s face. After a moment, he pushed the denim down his lean legs so he was standing there in his own briefs, which soon followed the rest of the material in a pile on the floor. It’d been simple, but the way that Stefan moved onto the bed and crawled over to his brother with arousal on his face… That was a show.
Damon watched his brother with an amused smirk. His hand stroked over his own cock as blue eyes fell on his brother’s body. He licked over his lips. “Once you wrap that tongue around my cock, I’m fucking you into the mattress, just so you know,” he promised. He would deliver on it too. This was Damon’s area of expertise.
He laid back on the bed when Stefan was ready, stretching out in front of him. “I want your mouth all over me.” It was plain and simple, he was reclaiming what was his. They would also have a bit of extra time afterward, but he wanted to take advantage of every second - and every inch.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you,” he replied with a smile on his face, stopping his movement for a moment once he was straddling his older brother’s hips. Slowly, he leaned down and found Damon’s inviting lips in another kiss, gently lapping at his tongue and giving a playful little nip. He took his time in exploring and tasting the cavern of the man’s mouth, letting his fingertips slide over his naked chest, thumbnail scraping against a nipple. It was so simple to fall back into this and enjoy the body he knew so well.
He wanted to show his older brother how much he cared for him and adored him, so Stefan fully planned to take his time in mapping his gorgeous form with tongue and lips and teeth. Moving from his mouth, Stefan started at the line of Damon’s jaw, running his lips along the hard angle, then down to his throat. He was sure to spend some time there, sucking bruises into the skin that vanished moments later--he wished that they didn’t, that he and Damon could mark each other all over in a show of sheer love. But they were vampires, and Stefan would have to be satisfied with the taste of his lover’s pale skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” the younger Salvatore purred, moving away from his neck and down to his broad chest, face tickled by Damon’s body hair. He bit a path across his pectorals and found one of his nipples, the tip of his tongue circling the nub of skin and making it harden into a peak. “My beautiful brother...”
This was something Damon craved. He needed it, those lips, those eyes, that touch that was drawing noises out of him, making him harder. “I missed you,” he said, “a lot.” He arched to the feeling of his tongue, running over his chest. His fingers threaded through his hair. Stefan knew what Damon liked, and how to draw things out of him. When Damon needed more than just a night getting laid, he would show up at home, and drink in the attention just as he was now.
“Memorize me … everything,” he told him. He needed to leave the memory, something that would hold them apart from the others. He needed to know that he was untouchable. Competing for his brother’s affection wasn’t something he wanted to be faced with. That loss would be too much for him, and Damon Salvatore hated to lose anything.
Stefan wanted to bring up Damon’s slave, he wanted to ask how satisfying she was, how she compared to his brother...but he fought down that jealousy. He knew that no matter who Damon took to his bed, there would never be anyone like Stefan. It went that way for the younger brother as well. He didn’t imagine he could ever love anyone else as deeply as he loved his only sibling. It was just a fact he lived with and had for a century and a half.
“We could be separated for a hundred years, and I’d never forget the way you look or the way you taste… The way you kiss me,” Stefan replied, sitting up for a moment so he could once again press his mouth to Damon’s, his tongue seeking out the man’s own. He got lost in his brother’s kisses--like always--and he was always torn between pulling away to lick and bite every inch of his body, or to keep allowing their tongues to entwine, mapping the insides of their mouths. For now, he savored the kiss and moved one of his hands to find the hard length of Damon’s cock, grabbing on and giving an adoring squeeze.
“Remember all those nights you taught me how to enjoy sex,” he murmured, smirking against Damon’s lips. “The first time without Katherine… I was desperate for you. Hungry. I begged you to have me.” He laughed softly at the memory and nipped at his brother’s bottom lip with blunt teeth.
Stefan had almost let them be separated, and Damon was still a bit angry about that, so he was being possessive. He was kissing him a little harder than he should even though it was certainly enjoyable. Stefan just didn’t understand. There was so much that he didn’t know, and Damon never shared very much, so it was partly his fault. That was not the whole story, by any means. He was also not in the mood to discuss Samandriel, who Stefan would not be very happy with.
“I couldn’t forget about that,” he said, letting his brother nip at him, nipping back. He didn’t want to think too much right now. The rolling emotions were bad enough. He pushed his brother onto his back for a minute, straddling his hips. “I showed you pleasure. How the simplest touch could make you want more. How a tongue could land on just the right place, and cause a fucking mess. I taught you that giving is just as much fun as receiving.” Damon’s fingers traced down Stefan’s chest, over his abs to grab on his hips. He was the alpha, the one who controlled the situation, and he liked it that way.
Stefan let out a pleased sigh when Damon had rolled them over, leaving the younger brother on his back to stare up at him. He gave a smile and shifted beneath the press of the man’s legs, straddling lean hips. He knew Damon could feel the hard length of his dick against cold skin, and he gave a little buck of his hip, attempting to get some friction out of this position, even if it was difficult with his brother’s body holding him down.
“And I’ve never forgotten any of those things,” he replied with a smirk. “Just like I haven’t forgotten a single inch of your body.” And now hands were roaming up Damon’s form, tracing the lines of muscle, and soon the the course hair that ran down to his cock, eager for attention. “Let me show you,” Stefan told him in a soft tone, one of his fingers gliding over his erection.
Technically, Stefan was the more muscular of the two, but there was something about Damon, who was a little less toned, that was incredible. He was a combination of beauty and confidence that made him quite amazing. His hand moved over Stefan’s along his cock, guiding it for a moment. “Yes,” he said, simply, “then I will show you, those tricks you have been missing.”
It was easy for him to roll them one more time, as he pulled his brother over. Stefan was now back on top. “You say you didn’t forget,” said the elder with his familiar smirk. “I’m all yours.”
He smiled at his brother’s promise and his cock twitched, knowing the sort of reward he would get in return for serving Damon well. He always did--a hundred and fifty years had attested to that. All the pleasure they had given each other, and every time it was repaid. This was just how they were, no longer like normal brothers, but lovers that knew each other better than anything in the world. That was how it always would be, Stefan was sure. Even taking others to bed.
Once Stefan was suddenly on top, he returned his brother’s smirk and let his fingers glide down his body. Slowly, he leaned over, staring to kiss along Damon’s pale, cool skin, drawing a path down. Even taking his time, it wasn’t long before his lips found the trail of black curls, leading onto the conquest he wanted above anyone else’s. His hand wrapped up around Damon’s erection and he gave one testing stroke before his mouth was suddenly over the skin as well. “My brother…,” Stefan whispered with affection, then he wrapped those perfect lips around the tip and gave a sure suck while moaning.
It had been a long time since Damon and Stefan had been together, or so he thought. Really, it was only a few months, but so much had changed. He still remembered what his brother’s tongue felt like, how much better he had gotten since the first night. His eyes began to close, and his hips thrust forward encouraging his brother along. “Fuck, Stefan. You know what I like.”
Now that they were alone, and naked, and the world was shut out, Damon could lose that cool exterior that was so like Damon. He pulled Stefan’s hair a little bit so his brother would look at him. “I missed you,” he told him. “Get to work.”
Damon was right--he did know what his brother liked; that was what happened when you were with someone for a century and a half. Stefan had learned every button his lover liked to have pushed, and how to make him moan and hunger for more. Those tricks had made things easy with the other lovers Stefan had, had, but none of them could compare to Damon. He was special and he always would be.
Feeling the tug on his hair, Stefan pulled his mouth back just enough so he could look up at Damon with narrowed green eyes, cock still over his tongue. He didn’t respond with words, but he went back to his main focus at the moment and began to take his lover inch by inch. Without any discomfort, the younger brother had Damon swallowed down to the hilt in a matter of moments and he gave a low, eager moan around the penetration. He savored the feeling for just a bit before he started to bob his head, pulling back to the tip, then taking it all again. His rhythm wasn’t slow, but moderate, enough to keep Damon satisfied, but not get him off quite yet.
Damon hummed, pleased with the way that Stefan’s tongue ran up his cock. He needed this - a lot more than he admitted. He needed someone who loved him. Sure, he was close to a few people, but Stefan was his touchstone. It was always Stefan who loved him in a way that Damon trusted the most. It was Stefan who wouldn’t hurt him, and would never leave him. Well, he almost had - it was a thought that caused Damon to swallow thickly. They were making up for that now. It would have happened sooner or later. There was a bit of anger, but it was pushed away by that mouth and tongue swirling his head.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Faster. Then you know that I am going to fuck you until you are fucking sore. You won’t forget.” There was a low rumble in his throat as he spoke. He had truly missed this, but that anger was something they needed to work out. For now, the tongue was doing its job, making him relax.
Stefan groaned eagerly around the girth in his mouth, slowing to a stop for a moment to look up at his older brother while his tongue slid over the slit, teasing all those nerve endings. He honestly couldn’t wait for Damon to make good on that promise, to feel his brother completely owning his body like he had hundreds of times before. Just the thought of Damon pushing inside of him made pleasure shoot down to his dick. His body trembled, but he retained his control, and then began to bob his head once more, at the speed Damon was looking for.
His saliva coated the silk-soft skin of his brother’s length while he moved, swallowing him down and then lifting his head back up again--over and over and over. Stefan closed his green eyes tight and let one hand roam up along Damon’s thigh, towards his hip and lean stomach. The other busied itself finding the elder vampire’s tightening sac and playing gently with it. He was completely focused on the task at hand, at giving his brother all the pleasure he wanted, exactly as he wanted.
Damon shut everything else off. He just wanted to lose himself in this. The tongue over his slit caused him to suck in a breath, triggering those nerves that gave him a much needed shot. His hands tightened in his brother’s hair again when his mouth took him in. “Oh, you could make a zombie cum,” he joked, trying to draw it out even longer, but damn if he kept that up, it would be soon.
He hummed, he moaned, ink black hair rolled against the pillow, dropping across his forehead. His hand tightened again, while the other one gripped the blanket underneath him. “You better be ready. Fuck. I’m going to fucking - .” That was the last word before his body gave in, exploding into his brother’s mouth.
The younger brother was only vaguely listening to the words coming out of Damon’s mouth. He was absorbed in the taste and the scent and the feel of his lover heavy on his tongue as his length slipped back into his throat, then out again. Stefan swallowed hard around him and let off a groan that vibrated around the hardness, only adding another level of pleasure. But he already had a hint of pre-cum bubbling at the tip, which was just as sure of a sign of Damon’s impending orgasm as his brother telling him to be ready.
He always was.
Stefan stopped his bobbing and immediately the hand on Damon’s hip moved around the base as the younger man was wrapping his lips around the head to suck hard. The taste and the other vampire’s thick cum filled his mouth in the next moment; Stefan swallowed and stroked the man through it, only pulling away when Damon was exhausted--at least for a short moment.
Satisfied by his work, Stefan sat back on his heels and wiped the saliva away from his lips with the look of the cat who got the cream. He was smiling just a bit, and those green eyes of his were dark with lust--and his cock standing up between his thighs couldn’t go unnoticed either.
“There’s lube in the nightstand,” he told Damon, crawling up for a kiss. “You want me to get myself ready?”
Damon’s eyes opened to slits, just the hint of the blue coming through. He looked so peaceful post-orgasm, and he really was, even though he wasn’t done, not yet. He just had to breathe for a minute. He chuckled softly, watching his brother, clearly gloating over that victory. He always could deliver a blow job. Fuck me.
He held Stefan there for a minute. “No, give it up. I’ll take care of it.” The light smile crossed his lips. If Damon was in a mood to just fuck, plain and simple, he didn’t care much about prep. When he was in a more considerate mood, he did it himself. He drew a finger down Stefan’s chest. “I missed you,” he said, momentarily open and exposed.
So, tonight Damon was feeling more loving than had seemed to come across earlier. But maybe loving was the wrong word--he was always loving to Stefan. But right now he seemed alright with going a bit slower...then again, Damon wasn’t the one with the achingly hard cock. Still, Stefan was pretty good at ignoring his need when someone wasn’t directly pleasuring him, so he looked into his brother’s eyes and smiled. “I missed you too.”
Slowly, Stefan straddled his brother’s hips and laid down on top of him, pressing his cheek into the man’s collarbone while his eager dick was pushed into the man’s abs. “I need you,” he murmured before kissing Damon’s chest gently. “I need you so much, brother…”
Damon let himself be smothered in his brother’s affections for a minute. Damon was going through his own bit of depression, but that didn’t have a place here. He put the cap on the bottle of emotions that accidentally loosened post orgasm. He would throw them in the bin full of other things that were labeled ‘It’s Complicated’. Instead, he let the touches give him energy. “I know you do,” he purred instead, letting the light smile come back.
He shifted, lifting Stefan’s head up to his, meeting his lips in another heated kiss. He flipped them over, coming down on top of his brother. He only needed to rest for a short time. Activity would take care of getting him back up, as he knew all too well. “This better?” he asked with an arch of the brow. “Tell me how much you want me?”
Stefan had never had a problem with Damon leading--it was very rarely any other way. His brother was dominant, an alpha male, especially with sex, while the younger Salvatore tended to submit very easily. That was how he had always been and continuing this relationship with Damon, it stayed that way. But Stefan would never complain; there was nothing he loved more than being under his brother’s power.
Returning the kiss, he gave a chuckle when the older man suddenly rolled them over, trapping the younger vampire beneath him. Stefan pulled back and smiled at Damon, giving his bottom lip a nibble. “Mmhmm. But how much should I inflate your ego,” he asked in a pleased whisper as he drew a finger down his brother’s chest. “I want you so badly I can’t think of anything else but your body pressed into mine. I want to feel how much you love me. And I want you to fuck me until I’m exhausted.” Green eyes flickered up towards blue ones and he smirked. “You like that?”
“Yes, I like that,” he growled, grinding his hips into his brother’s. “How long have you been thinking about me? Hmmmm. Since the fight, or before that?” His anger flashed again, briefly. It was fueling him though, giving him a lot of energy.
His hand reached down between them, stroking their cocks at the same time. He twisted his hand, going down and then back up. His eyes dipped, taking in his brother’s as he worked on both of them. It had been a long time, but they hadn’t changed. They never did. No matter what, they still had each other.
Stefan let out a strangled whimper when Damon pressed into his cock, his body shaking from the contact, eager to cum. But he did his best to stay focused on the current moment, sliding a hand up his brother’s back and feeling the muscle moving beneath the surface of flesh. “I’ve been thinking about you since our first night together one-hundred and fifty years ago. I always think about you--I just get distracted at times,” he said honestly while moving a hand to stroke Damon’s cheek gently. “There’s never been anyone I’ve loved as much as you, brother.”
His loving words were interrupted with a loud moan when Damon was taking them both into one large, cool hand and jerking them together. Stefan’s eyes fell shut and he arched on the bed, lips parting with a deep breath. “Fuck,” the younger vampire mumbled, hips bucking up for more contact. “Damon…”
“Relax. Not yet,” Damon warned, slowing his hand, easing the tension. His hand slid slowly up and down their length once or twice, keeping the grip light, and then tightened it again suddenly going faster. He knew he was driving Stefan crazy, but he would soon get his payoff. “How is that? More?”
He knew those words were true, and they played over again in his head. Damon had always been Stefan’s first choice - always. They always went back, and they always would. He put those thoughts away for later. He couldn’t talk about that right now. He wanted all his focus on pleasure. He would save the rest for later, those quiet moments afterward.
At his brother’s command, Stefan swallowed and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down further, though he was dangerously close to finishing. He thought Damon was going to give him a real break and actually let him collect a bit of his sanity, but that wasn’t the case. The elder brother slowed down for a moment, but right after, he was suddenly going faster again, gripping the both of them tight enough to make Stefan’s breath catch in his throat. With his eyes squeezed shut tight, the younger vampire ground up into his brother while his body trembled. His pre-cum was already spilling over Damon’s hand and he looked completely lost, near his end.
“More, more,” he mumbled, digging his short fingernails into his lover’s back, nearly breaking the skin.
Damon knew perfectly well what he was doing and what he was asking. He was torturing Stefan with just his hand, making himself hard in the process. Stefan ached for him. He could feel it. He was going to punctuate his presence at every opportunity tonight. “You are so fucking horny.” He gave them a couple of slow strokes, then picked it up again, which he knew made Stefan get even closer to that edge. He wanted him hanging right over it. “Should I let you? Or I could make you hold it until I finish fucking you.” He tightened his grip again on the way up, rubbing his fingertips over the heads.
He licked his brother’s lips lightly, giving him kisses, sweet yet sinful. “How often do you think about what my tongue does to your cock. Hmmmm?” Damon could also deliver a blow job to die for, although those were a lot less frequent. He preferred being on the receiving end, but he would indulge it from time to time. There were exceptions.
“I’m always horny for you. I’m a fucking teenaged vampire,” he whined, licking his lips and parting them to let out a strangled moan. Slowly, his green eyes opened up into narrowed slits so he could watch Damon and see the subtle expressions on his face. Stefan was a mess, himself, with his brows pressed together and a pout on his lips--it wasn’t the kind of thing that people would expect of the younger brother, but this was what Damon did to him.
“Let me cum,” he begged as he spread his legs wide around Damon’s hips, returning every kiss he was given. He bucked up again into the man’s hand and he was shaking on top of the covers of the bed. “I think--think...fuck, fuck! Let me cum, Damon! Please,” Stefan cried, tossing his head back on the pillow. “I can’t hold on! Can’t… Want you and your tongue and...hnn...”
Stefan was definitely a teenager when it came to sex, at least as far as the hormones went. Damon was the older one, although after a few years as a vampire, that hardly mattered. His brother was just horny, period. He had to laugh about it. He also knew that Stefan was a mess, and he loved to tease him. He hovered over his brother’s lips, nipping and kissing, tongue sliding out just for a tease. “I don’t know. You will get me…” he started, stroking them through the words… “all sticky. But…” he offered more strokes, “it is natural lube. I am hard though --- and I want your ass.” He paused for a nice, long, agonizing moment. “Go ahead.” He went to work at a pace that he knew would get Stefan off. It would calm him down, and draw out the next round.
The younger brother returned every nibble, every swipe of tongue, and movement of lips with his brother on top of him, and he kept thrusting his hips up as much as he could under the older man’s weight. He was hardly listening to Damon’s words as his brother continued to stroke them, pushing him further and further towards his orgasm. And when the man stopped for a moment, Stefan whined and opened his mouth to display his fangs--though it was completely non-threatening.
When Damon resumed the movement of his hand, Stefan was lost again. He shook on top of the covers, and finally--after much too long--came, shooting over Damon’s hand and his own stomach. His loud groan of pleasure echoed in the room and those green eyes of his were squeezed shut so tight he was seeing stars. He didn’t realize until he was relaxing after that he’d grabbed hard at Damon’s back and split open his skin, and he only knew because of the scent of blood wafting on the air.
He didn’t apologize.
“I’m so glad you feel better,” Damon smirked, giving him a quick eyeroll and then a kiss. He stroked his brother’s hair for a moment. “I missed you too,” he whispered in his ear. Damon had a few moments of softness in him, and to catch one was important.
Damon shifted to the side, pressing his cock into Stefan’s leg. His hand moved down his brother’s chest, slicking his fingers with the spill. He leaned in for a kiss, while the same hand continued the path downward, until his fingertip was circling Stefan’s ass, the tip pressing just inside teasing him. It wasn’t much longer before that finger was probing inside, slicking him with the natural lube.
Pressed against Stefan’s thigh, Damon was definitely ready. He slipped another finger in, stretching his brother a little more. He didn’t always take time, and wasn’t always careful. He was more considerate tonight, like he usually was after it had been some time. He kissed him again, letting his tongue run through Stefan’s mouth.
Stefan calmed and smiled when his brother told him again that he missed him. He knew better than anyone that even if Damon acted cold and kept his guard up, there was still that loving part inside of him, something he always showed to his little brother, and always would. He was lucky he got a chance to see it, and thankful. He moved a hand to Damon’s cheek and stroked his cool flesh to show some of that affection.
When the older vampire moved, Stefan stayed in place, leaving his legs spread. He was ready for what was coming, ready to feel his brother owning his body, reaffirming the relationship they had and the tenderness they shared like lovers. He couldn’t speak, but he let off pleased sounds as Damon wiped up some of his cooling semen and then moved his hand down between his thighs, finding the tight pucker of his ass.
He inhaled sharply when he felt the first push of a finger in and Stefan arched up in contented pleasure. “Damon,” he whispered, moving a hand to run his fingertips over the man’s side, lips finding his brother’s in a kiss and returning the action just as eagerly.
“Yours.”
“Better be mine,” Damon breathed. He knew that it was true too. Sure, there were things that Stefan didn’t know about his older brother. There was time that had been spent apart, and those years had their own effect, but when they got back together, they helped each other heal, or at least patched some wounds.
“Tell me you want me,” he commanded. It was always that way. He knew the answer, but he still wanted to hear it. His fingers continued to work. “Tell me how much you want me inside you.” His dick pressed against Stefan’s side, insistent.
“I want you,” he replied right away in a breathy voice, staring at his lover with narrowed green eyes, thrusting back onto the two digits inside of him. The feel of Damon’s cock against his cool skin only made him need it more, especially the pain-laced pleasure of him slipping inside, making Stefan’s body fit for him. That was all that mattered right now, not the pain of Oberyn leaving him alone, or finding a new home with Arik--Damon was currently his entire world and it showed.
“I don’t want to wait any longer.” And Stefan licked his lips and reached down to take Damon’s wrist. He knew that his body wasn’t fully ready for the penetration, but it wouldn’t be the first time in his life--he would heal, almost instantly, so what did it matter. Sometimes he enjoyed the hurt, the sensation putting him further in his place
The younger brother reached over, pulling open the drawer of the nightstand and there he pulled out the lubricant stashed there. Yeah, he was aware that Damon liked what he was using in the moment, but the semen was drying on his stomach and chest already. He didn’t give his brother anytime to complain; he twisted the cap off the container and then scooped out some of the thick cream, running it over Damon’s cock from base to tip a few times.
When he was finished, he tossed the container back towards the nightstand and wiped the remaining product onto the bedsheets so he could pull his brother up over him. “Now,” Stefan moaned, his legs spread around the man’s waist.
Damon could tease, hold him off for longer, but he wanted more. He needed more. He needed to take his place back in his brother’s life. It might be a twisted relationship, but it was theirs, and it worked for the most part. Let people criticize all they wanted. He wasn’t in the mood to entertain their bullshit.
Blue eyes searched green, not letting go while he found the position. The tip slid in, nice and tight. He pulled back and thrust again, just stopping slightly past the tip. He was finding just the right angle. The wrong one could hurt them both. Once he had it though, his smirk turned up and he thrust all the way to the base. He knew that it stretched his brother a lot, burned even, but it was so tight around his cock. Damon licked over his lips. “Better?” he asked, thrusting again.
It didn’t take him long to hit a rhythm, putting Stefan’s legs over his shoulders. His knees were his leverage, and they didn’t fail him. Fingers dropped to Stefan’s hips, going faster, then dropping the pace just a little. He was going to make him last until his brother was sore.
His face was filled with both lust and affection as he watched his brother, focusing on those cool blue eyes while he began to prod at the younger’s body. The first, small push in was still enough to make Stefan shake, gripping the covers tight in his fists and reminding himself to relax, just as he always did. There was pain--something he was used to--but it was edged with pleasure, both physical and emotional at having the man he loved, his brother, right here.
It wasn’t long before Damon filled him with one sharp thrust forward, slamming the headboard of the bed against the wall and causing his little brother to cry out loudly. It hurt worse now, it always did like this, though it didn’t take Stefan long to adjust to it, having the other Salvatore’s perfect cock buried inside. If anything, Stefan was enjoying the soreness. His twisted expression settled into something pleased and he gave a hum of approval when his legs were suddenly thrown over Damon’s broad shoulders like he was trying to bring them closer together. It was working.
“Always better,” Stefan managed to murmur in reply, creeping one hand down to play teasingly with his cock. He could tell by Damon’s pace of fast and then slow that he wanted to draw this out for as long as possible.
Damon drew back and then thrust again, giving Stefan an eyeful as well. One thing Damon never doubted about himself was the fact that he was a physical beauty. From the ink black hair, sharp blue eyes, pouty and full lips, and athletic body, he was his own masterpiece. Stefan was lighter in coloring, missing Damon’s dark, dangerous look, but still chiseled and perfect in his own right. Together, like this, they were devastating.
Digging into his brother’s hips, he pulled as he thrust, using his vampire strength. He wanted his brother to memorize him from head to foot, and he was making sure it happened. He continued on, then finally pulled back, having had enough of that position. “Turn over,” he told him in his rough, sexual voice. He leaned down and kissed him, motioning with his hands for him to turn.
Stefan always enjoyed the sight of his brother, whether he was clothed or naked; there was no one who could quite compare to Damon. Obviously he’d found other men attractive in his life, but his older brother… The way he looked at Stefan and displayed himself was like a feast, one that he eagerly took in with eyes and hands.
While he had continued to play with his own cock, he slid his free hand up Damon’s bare chest and ran short nails over the flesh, taking in the toned muscle that he had for a century and a half. Stefan gave a satisfied little smile, though it was soon overtaken by a loud moan from a strong thrust from his lover. “Fuck,” he murmured in delight, back arching off the covers.
Feeling Damon pull free of him in the next moment, Stefan tried to push himself further away from his orgasm. He knew that Damon wouldn’t be through until he’d had his little brother over and over again; the thought was enough to turn the younger Salvatore on even more than he already was. But he accepted Damon’s hungry kiss before letting himself be guided so his chest was resting on the bed covers.
He laid his head down onto the warm pillow and let out a sigh that was somewhat content. His hips were pushed up in the air, legs spread in insistance at having Damon fill him to the hilt once again. “Brother…”
“Not too fast,” Damon said, covering Stefan’s hand with his own. His breath was hot against Stefan’s neck. His tongue swirled around a spot right in the curve of his neck, teasing him, nipping. It would result in a bite later, but not just yet.
He slipped himself into his brother’s ass, waiting for him, practically begging him. He wasn’t going to refuse that welcome sight. In this position, Damon could not only control the speed, but have more power. He gave his ass cheek a quick slap, followed by a thrust, deep inside his brother. “You look so damn good like this.”
Crying out, Stefan fisted the covers of the bed hard, giving a tug when his brother pushed back inside and began to thrust. Green eyes rolled back and then fell shut as his body surrendered to the pleasure, a tremble working its way down his spine. He could feel a twitch in his cock hanging hard between his thighs and he had to resist the need to touch himself--he couldn’t cum until Damon was ready for him to. He needed to relax and try to keep himself steady.
There was no harder feat at the moment.
When Damon’s hand connected with the supple skin of his ass, the younger brother groaned into the pillow he was resting on and he gave a clench around the cock buried in him. He couldn’t begin to imagine what he might look like, spread out on the bed with his ass up, his face pushed into a pillow, but he trusted Damon’s word that the sight was incredible.
“Want you,” the younger brother whined, attempting a thrust back.
Damon slapped his ass one more time then took his hips, driving into his younger brother, hard and fast. He was powerful in this position and he knew it. He thrust in again, just as hard, burying himself. It drew a moan from the dark haired vampire. “Fuck, Stefan,” he mumbled, thrusting again. After a few strokes, the pace was set. He was moving, greedy for that feeling, needing to lose his head in pleasure.
It took him a considerable time to work himself back to a second orgasm, making sure his brother would feel that long into the next day. He slowed for a minute, leaning forward. “You can touch your cock now,” he purred in his brother’s ear.
Stefan lost the ability to speak after Damon began to fuck him into the mattress--all he could manage was groans and muffled cries of intense pleasure from the feel of his brother’s body crashing into his own over and over again. Damon owned him completely and he felt it in every inch of his body. No paperwork claiming Stefan as a slave could change that--he was still Damon’s and he always would be.
If he’d been more human and fragile, the sex would have been more painful than pleasurable, but when you were an immortal vampire, sometimes it seemed like the harder, the better. Stefan’s body would heal, but he wouldn’t forget the feel of the elder Salvatore’s dick inside of him--it was a nice reminder of where he belonged and who with.
The younger brother was a complete mess and there was a spot on the covers from the drip of his pre-cum, though he’d been able to hold himself back, as hard as it was. He took his role as a submissive very seriously, and always waited for his brother’s command. He needed it and it when it was finally given, the other vampire practically whined in relief. Stefan didn’t wait to wrap a clammy hand around his aching dick, trembling when he began to stroke it. But he was done in the next second, moaning his brother’s name in bliss as he shot over his hand and the sheets, making an even bigger mess. With his orgasm, he was also unconsciously clenching tighter around Damon like he was trying to bring his lover with him.
When Damon decided it was time, it was like a light turned green, and he punched it. The speed was natural for him, and he liked that power. He liked hearing his brother moan his name, and he liked the tightness of his body around Damon’s dick. He could feel himself getting closer, and it was time. He continued the relentless attack, not letting up on the speed. His fingers dug into his brother’s hips, when Stefan’s hand went to his dick. It would be soon.
‘Fuck,” he breathed, which really was his favorite word during sex. He could feel the sweat over his face. He was so close. Just another few strokes. He heard his brother groan, feeling him tighten around his cock that he was slamming home. That was it, the trigger. His hands raked over Stefan’s hips again, drawing a bit of blood as he came with a loud moan.
Damon milked out his own orgasm with slow strokes, making sure every drop was used. He did feel better when he finally withdrew, giving his brother another quick slap on the ass, not as hard this time. He dropped onto his back next to Stefan, stretching out. Blue eyes were only open to slits. “That was nice,” he grinned.
Stefan stayed tense beneath his brother, feeling and hearing the other man come to his end as well. He held tight onto his pillow while his other hand fell loose from his dick and slid along the warm covers. He was breathing hard, even if he really didn’t need it, lost in the moment of bonelessness and fading pleasure. He was a little upset when Damon pulled out and rolled over onto his back, but Stefan turned his head and managed a smile.
Slowly, he pulled himself in closer to the man and half on top of him, one of his hands sliding up Damon’s naked chest in awe and affection. “Only nice,” the younger brother teased before he leaned in for a soft kiss, and then another, smiling. “I thought it was better than nice.”
The blue eyes turned to his brother, as his hand sifted through the familiar brown hair. Damon was so much softer after sex. “It was better than nice. You know what I mean.” He kissed the top of Stefan’s head, very comfortable just like this.
“I know things have been bad, but we are alright,” he said. The anger was fading at the whole issue of Stefan’s former master, at least it was right now. Damon didn’t want to discuss the fact that it still irritated him that Stefan didn’t think they should see each other. It still made him feel like he was the second choice. He knew Stefan would deny it.
Stefan was always relaxed like a kitten after sex. He actually enjoyed cuddling up to his lover--if they did count as so--and just enjoying the moment of calm between them. It was no different now. They’d definitely needed this time, both the sex and this. Stefan didn’t want it to end actually.
“I’m sorry,” he said as he pressed his cheek into Damon’s warm chest, feeling his brother’s faint kiss at the top of his head, causing the younger to close his eyes and breathe deep in contentment. “For being an asshole before. I love you more than anyone, Damon, and I always will,” Stefan said, one of his arms wrapping over the older’s middle and stroking along his ribcage. “I’ll never stop wanting you, even if I feel selfish about it.”
Damon did know that his brother was a huge fan of cuddling. He wasn’t as big on it himself, but there were times when he needed it. He knew that Stefan meant what he said. Stefan wore his heart on his sleeve, unlike the elder. Damon continued to stroke his brother’s hair. “I do love you, you know. I’ll always take care of you.”
The two of them were a pair, even though they were vastly different. Damon sometimes wished he had Stefan’s feeling and compassion. Most of the time he felt empty, and tended to compartmentalize everything. He was also better equipped to deal with Stefan’s issues like that, so maybe it wasn’t the worst trade off. “Sorry I was gone so long.” In the very least, he could give his brother that.