A thin trace of veins showed under Damon's eyes, as he looked down at Stefan, the younger boy pinned to the bed through a combination of his older brother's body, and his own will. Damon could never really let loose with slaves, the way he could with Stefan. Ravenous, Damon leaned in sucking a line of love bites down the column of his brother's neck. His fangs dropped, but he didn't break the skin. He loved to take his brother's blood, but he didn't crave it, the way he would with a human.
"Get me naked," he demanded, his voice quiet, but demanding. "I want to fuck you."