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turnonmyheelsFandom: The Vampire Diaries
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.
Spoilers: 1.18 - Under Control
Notes: thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moosesal for the beta
Previous parts here
“Does it feel good?” Damon is in Stefan’s room rifling through his closet when his brother finally comes home.
Stefan huffs out a frustrated breath and moves to stand between Damon and his closet. “Don’t you have your own room with your own closet and, more importantly, your very own clothing somewhere in this house?”
Damon smirks at Stefan and steps away from the closet allowing Stefan to close it. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“You didn’t answer mine.”
“I’m still trying to find something to replace the John Varvatos shirt you ruined.” Damon strolls toward the bed and lies down, tucking his hands behind his head. He plops his feet on the bed obviously uncaring that his boots leave traces of dirt on the comforter.
“If I buy you another one will leave my stuff alone?”
“No.”
“Of course you won’t.” Stefan sighs and leans back against the closet door.
“You still haven’t answered my question.”
“What question was that?”
“Does it feel good?” Stefan keeps his expression blank and doesn’t answer. “You know, drinking all day, tasting snatches of blood here and there, stealing the occasional blood bag from my stash, and licking out all my dirty glasses. Does it make you feel better than when you were on your squirrel diet? Did you enjoy hurting that guy and then compelling him to say he was clumsy? Did it make you feel powerful?”
Stefan turns away from Damon and heads toward the door. Damon blurs past him and blocks his path. “Answer me.” Stefan tries to push past Damon, but Damon grabs Stefan by the arms and shakes him. “I said answer me.”
Stefan wrenches out of Damon’s grip and glares. “I thought this was what you wanted? Haven’t you spent the last half-century begging me to let loose and be more like you? To quit fighting my nature?”
“That was before, this is now.”
“You sound like a toddler.”
“You would know. Do you enjoy making Elena worry? Raising the suspicions of the Council? You know the risks, Stefan; you’re barely in control, what are you doing?”
Stefan steps inside of Damon’s personal space and then closer still when Damon doesn’t back away. He leans infinitesimally closer to Damon closing the distance between them until they’re touching at the knees and chest. “I’m giving you what you’ve been asking me for -- your brother back, just how you like him. Wild and free and strong.” Stefan allows his eyes to darken and his fangs to drop, then runs his tongue along the razor-sharp edge until he draws blood. He grabs Damon by the hair and drags their mouths together, forcing his tongue into Damon’s mouth.
He isn’t surprised when Damon kisses him back, drawing even more blood. Stefan lets Damon push him across the room toward the bed. Stefan falls down onto the unmade bed without even a push when he feels the edge of it hit the back of his legs. He looks up at Damon, prepared to see lust and hunger in his eyes. He’s surprised that it isn’t there. Damon’s expression is one of furrowed brow and downturned lips, a cross somewhere between disappointment and pity.
“What I wanted was for you to accept yourself, but you’ve never understood that.” Damon turns away and crosses the room. When he reaches the door he turns around and looks at his brother. “Get a grip on yourself, Stefan, you’re out of control.”
Stefan stares at his brother’s back until he’s out of the room with the door closed firmly behind him. He picks up the first thing that comes into his hand -- the antique lamp on his bedside table -- and throws it at the door.
The sound of the lamp shattering isn’t nearly as satisfying as he thought it would be.
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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.
Spoilers: 1.18 - Under Control
Notes: thank you
moosesal for the betaPrevious parts here
“Does it feel good?” Damon is in Stefan’s room rifling through his closet when his brother finally comes home.
Stefan huffs out a frustrated breath and moves to stand between Damon and his closet. “Don’t you have your own room with your own closet and, more importantly, your very own clothing somewhere in this house?”
Damon smirks at Stefan and steps away from the closet allowing Stefan to close it. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“You didn’t answer mine.”
“I’m still trying to find something to replace the John Varvatos shirt you ruined.” Damon strolls toward the bed and lies down, tucking his hands behind his head. He plops his feet on the bed obviously uncaring that his boots leave traces of dirt on the comforter.
“If I buy you another one will leave my stuff alone?”
“No.”
“Of course you won’t.” Stefan sighs and leans back against the closet door.
“You still haven’t answered my question.”
“What question was that?”
“Does it feel good?” Stefan keeps his expression blank and doesn’t answer. “You know, drinking all day, tasting snatches of blood here and there, stealing the occasional blood bag from my stash, and licking out all my dirty glasses. Does it make you feel better than when you were on your squirrel diet? Did you enjoy hurting that guy and then compelling him to say he was clumsy? Did it make you feel powerful?”
Stefan turns away from Damon and heads toward the door. Damon blurs past him and blocks his path. “Answer me.” Stefan tries to push past Damon, but Damon grabs Stefan by the arms and shakes him. “I said answer me.”
Stefan wrenches out of Damon’s grip and glares. “I thought this was what you wanted? Haven’t you spent the last half-century begging me to let loose and be more like you? To quit fighting my nature?”
“That was before, this is now.”
“You sound like a toddler.”
“You would know. Do you enjoy making Elena worry? Raising the suspicions of the Council? You know the risks, Stefan; you’re barely in control, what are you doing?”
Stefan steps inside of Damon’s personal space and then closer still when Damon doesn’t back away. He leans infinitesimally closer to Damon closing the distance between them until they’re touching at the knees and chest. “I’m giving you what you’ve been asking me for -- your brother back, just how you like him. Wild and free and strong.” Stefan allows his eyes to darken and his fangs to drop, then runs his tongue along the razor-sharp edge until he draws blood. He grabs Damon by the hair and drags their mouths together, forcing his tongue into Damon’s mouth.
He isn’t surprised when Damon kisses him back, drawing even more blood. Stefan lets Damon push him across the room toward the bed. Stefan falls down onto the unmade bed without even a push when he feels the edge of it hit the back of his legs. He looks up at Damon, prepared to see lust and hunger in his eyes. He’s surprised that it isn’t there. Damon’s expression is one of furrowed brow and downturned lips, a cross somewhere between disappointment and pity.
“What I wanted was for you to accept yourself, but you’ve never understood that.” Damon turns away and crosses the room. When he reaches the door he turns around and looks at his brother. “Get a grip on yourself, Stefan, you’re out of control.”
Stefan stares at his brother’s back until he’s out of the room with the door closed firmly behind him. He picks up the first thing that comes into his hand -- the antique lamp on his bedside table -- and throws it at the door.
The sound of the lamp shattering isn’t nearly as satisfying as he thought it would be.
Next Part
