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Title: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Pairing: Damon/anyone he damn well wants.
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Damon is a vampire. There will be death, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode. This part Stefan
Spoilers: Through 1.9 History Repeating
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moosesal For the beta.
Previous parts here
“I’m going to bring her back.” Damon states it simply and without affectation as if his success in the matter is already a foregone conclusion. He turns and walks away from Stefan; but before he takes more than a few steps he whirls around and speeds to Stefan, closing the distance between them once again.
He points his finger at Stefan and lets out over a century’s worth of frustration. “It shouldn’t have taken you years to work out the compulsion. You should have known the second” -- Damon snaps his fingers right in front of Stefan’s face for emphasis -- “you transitioned. You did know the second you transitioned. It’s taken you years to convince yourself that everything was Katherine’s fault.”
Damon shifts backward slightly onto his heels and starts to circle Stefan. “Everything you did -- everything I did -- it was all for her. To gain her love and her undivided attention.” Damon’s breath is hot on the back of Stefan’s neck; it burns almost as hot as a brand. “There was no compulsion and you know it, brother. You came into my bed and I came into yours and we shared her night after night.” Stefan closes his eyes and bows his head. Reflexively his hands clench into fists. He takes two deep, calming breaths and wills himself not to lash out at Damon. “And then, when she asked us to … we shared each other for her pleasure.”
Stefan cannot, will not have this conversation. He starts to speed away, but Damon’s too fast. He grabs hold of Stefan with both hands, fingers digging cruelly into Stefan’s shoulders. “Look at me.” Damon is plastered against Stefan’s back, the heat of his body seeping into Stefan’s like a long lost friend. “Face me you fucking coward.” Damon hisses the words directly into Stefan’s ear while pulling him inexorably toward himself.
Stefan is unable to resist Damon’s superior strength. He turns around and faces his brother. Stefan searches Damon’s face looking for any hint -- however subtle -- to what Damon wants to hear; but Damon’s usually open expression is utterly inscrutable.
“All of this” -- Damon releases Stefan from his immovable grip to gesture expansively with both hands -- “from Katherine getting locked in the tomb in the first place, to the two of us standing here today is on you. The only thing I have ever wanted is Katherine.” Damon pauses for a second and picks a piece of grass off of Stefan’s shoulder. “I was willing to share because I loved you more than anything but her.”
“Things change.” Damon pats Stefan lightly on the cheek. “I still want Katherine. That’s immutable.” The pat turns into a caress and Stefan wants to lean into it. Wants to turn his face into his brother’s hand and kiss his palm and his wrist, take him into his arms and erase all the bad blood between. “Ask me what else I want Stefan.”
It’s a trap but Stefan asks anyway. “What else do you want Damon?”
“For you to get off your sanctimonious high horse and man the fuck up to the truth. The real truth. Not this sanitized bullshit you’ve been brainwashing yourself with for the past 145 years.”
Damon smiles then and it sends shivers down Stefan’s spine. It is the cold, calculating, cruel smile of an unrepentant killer. Not the brother he’d loved and couldn’t imagine facing eternity without. Stefan reaches out and touches the corner of Damon’s mouth. He wants to eradicate everything that has happened between them; turn back the clock and rewrite history. If only they hadn’t transitioned. If he’d refused to let Damon push him away. If he had said then what he still can’t say now, although he wants to. He wants to say ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I love you’ and ‘I miss you.’ Even if Damon ridicules and mocks him he can’t make Stefan’s life any more miserable than it already is. Damon was, is, and always will be his biggest regret.
“I --” The words are stuck in his throat. He can’t give Damon what he wants. All these years later, he still can’t admit that he’d wanted Damon as much as he’d wanted Katherine, that what he’d really wanted was the three of them.
“I’ll make it easy for you.” Damon begins circling Stefan again. “Help me set Katherine free and I’ll take her and go; you will never see us again.”
Stefan wants to. He wants to be able to give or do anything to heal the rift between him and Damon. But he can’t. He can’t bear the weight of the deaths of all the people that will inevitably die if Damon succeeds. He isn’t built that way. Life, all life, mean more to him than his (or Damon’s) happiness. “I can’t.” The words felt like they are torn from his soul. “Freeing Katherine would mean freeing the other vampires and I can’t be a part of that.”
“I’m getting Katherine out of that tomb. If I have to kill you, your precious little girlfriend, and the entire town of Mystic Falls to do it, I will.” Damon grabs Stefan’s head with both hands and pulls him close enough to kiss. Stefan’s lips part of their own volition. He can taste his brother’s hatred on his lips. It is more bitter than vervain and just as deadly. “Brother.”
The crack of his own neck breaking echoes in Stefan’s ears longer than it takes to heal.
Part 10
Title: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Pairing: Damon/anyone he damn well wants.
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Damon is a vampire. There will be death, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode. This part Stefan
Spoilers: Through 1.9 History Repeating
Thank you
moosesal For the beta. Previous parts here
“I’m going to bring her back.” Damon states it simply and without affectation as if his success in the matter is already a foregone conclusion. He turns and walks away from Stefan; but before he takes more than a few steps he whirls around and speeds to Stefan, closing the distance between them once again.
He points his finger at Stefan and lets out over a century’s worth of frustration. “It shouldn’t have taken you years to work out the compulsion. You should have known the second” -- Damon snaps his fingers right in front of Stefan’s face for emphasis -- “you transitioned. You did know the second you transitioned. It’s taken you years to convince yourself that everything was Katherine’s fault.”
Damon shifts backward slightly onto his heels and starts to circle Stefan. “Everything you did -- everything I did -- it was all for her. To gain her love and her undivided attention.” Damon’s breath is hot on the back of Stefan’s neck; it burns almost as hot as a brand. “There was no compulsion and you know it, brother. You came into my bed and I came into yours and we shared her night after night.” Stefan closes his eyes and bows his head. Reflexively his hands clench into fists. He takes two deep, calming breaths and wills himself not to lash out at Damon. “And then, when she asked us to … we shared each other for her pleasure.”
Stefan cannot, will not have this conversation. He starts to speed away, but Damon’s too fast. He grabs hold of Stefan with both hands, fingers digging cruelly into Stefan’s shoulders. “Look at me.” Damon is plastered against Stefan’s back, the heat of his body seeping into Stefan’s like a long lost friend. “Face me you fucking coward.” Damon hisses the words directly into Stefan’s ear while pulling him inexorably toward himself.
Stefan is unable to resist Damon’s superior strength. He turns around and faces his brother. Stefan searches Damon’s face looking for any hint -- however subtle -- to what Damon wants to hear; but Damon’s usually open expression is utterly inscrutable.
“All of this” -- Damon releases Stefan from his immovable grip to gesture expansively with both hands -- “from Katherine getting locked in the tomb in the first place, to the two of us standing here today is on you. The only thing I have ever wanted is Katherine.” Damon pauses for a second and picks a piece of grass off of Stefan’s shoulder. “I was willing to share because I loved you more than anything but her.”
“Things change.” Damon pats Stefan lightly on the cheek. “I still want Katherine. That’s immutable.” The pat turns into a caress and Stefan wants to lean into it. Wants to turn his face into his brother’s hand and kiss his palm and his wrist, take him into his arms and erase all the bad blood between. “Ask me what else I want Stefan.”
It’s a trap but Stefan asks anyway. “What else do you want Damon?”
“For you to get off your sanctimonious high horse and man the fuck up to the truth. The real truth. Not this sanitized bullshit you’ve been brainwashing yourself with for the past 145 years.”
Damon smiles then and it sends shivers down Stefan’s spine. It is the cold, calculating, cruel smile of an unrepentant killer. Not the brother he’d loved and couldn’t imagine facing eternity without. Stefan reaches out and touches the corner of Damon’s mouth. He wants to eradicate everything that has happened between them; turn back the clock and rewrite history. If only they hadn’t transitioned. If he’d refused to let Damon push him away. If he had said then what he still can’t say now, although he wants to. He wants to say ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I love you’ and ‘I miss you.’ Even if Damon ridicules and mocks him he can’t make Stefan’s life any more miserable than it already is. Damon was, is, and always will be his biggest regret.
“I --” The words are stuck in his throat. He can’t give Damon what he wants. All these years later, he still can’t admit that he’d wanted Damon as much as he’d wanted Katherine, that what he’d really wanted was the three of them.
“I’ll make it easy for you.” Damon begins circling Stefan again. “Help me set Katherine free and I’ll take her and go; you will never see us again.”
Stefan wants to. He wants to be able to give or do anything to heal the rift between him and Damon. But he can’t. He can’t bear the weight of the deaths of all the people that will inevitably die if Damon succeeds. He isn’t built that way. Life, all life, mean more to him than his (or Damon’s) happiness. “I can’t.” The words felt like they are torn from his soul. “Freeing Katherine would mean freeing the other vampires and I can’t be a part of that.”
“I’m getting Katherine out of that tomb. If I have to kill you, your precious little girlfriend, and the entire town of Mystic Falls to do it, I will.” Damon grabs Stefan’s head with both hands and pulls him close enough to kiss. Stefan’s lips part of their own volition. He can taste his brother’s hatred on his lips. It is more bitter than vervain and just as deadly. “Brother.”
The crack of his own neck breaking echoes in Stefan’s ears longer than it takes to heal.
Part 10
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