WHO: Damon & Stefan Salvatore (brotherlytaboo) WHAT: Damon's not dead, Stefan was worried. Time to celebrate. WHERE: Their room. WHEN: early morning of the 14th RATING: NC-17 STATUS: complete
To say he had been miserable the past week was a bit of an understatement. Only hours ago, Damon had been sure he was going to bite the dust thanks to Tyler Lockwood and leave Stefan alone for the rest of eternity after he had promised his brother forever back in 1864. A century and a half definitely wasn't forever, but it was a pretty good run and they'd had a lot of good times. But Stefan, being Stefan, had ran off on some foolish little quest for Damon's life and, guessing that the cure actually worked, he'd come up successful...but only after giving himself over to Klaus. That didn't sit well with Damon at all. Stefan was his, body and soul, and knowing that someone else had learned him, had touched him, probably kissed him too, made bile rise in the elder Salvatore's throat. He wanted to rip Klaus' throat out and do worse because of that, god knew he deserved it...but he promised Stefan he wouldn't think about that anymore. It was probably good, he would go insane if he did.
He calmed himself, extinguished his jealousy for the past and headed out the door of the apartment, standing out in the hallway as he waited for his lover with slight irritation on his young face. He was eager for him--it'd been a long time since they had been able to enjoy each other with the curse and helping Elena, but Damon wouldn't let Stefan go anywhere until he was thoroughly worn out and sated. They both deserved it after the steaming pile of shit they had suffered through. He ran a hand over his face and sighed softly, murmuring to himself under his breath. It'd only been a few minutes since Stefan said he was coming and it was already too long for Damon. He wanted him now.