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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: 1.20 Blood Brothers, some dialog taken directly from the episode
Notes: thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moosesal for the beta
Previous parts here
"You brood too much, Stefan. Everything on this planet is not your fault. My actions -- what I do -- it's not your fault. I own them. They belong to me. You are not allowed to feel my guilt."
“So you feel guilt?”
"If I wanted to. It's there. Emily waited until after I turned to tell me she'd been successful in protecting Katherine with her spell. She didn't want me to know about the tomb. She thought it would impact my decision. Witches. Judgy little things."
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want you to know.” Damon pauses and smiles beatifically at his brother. "'Cause I hated you, and I still do."
Stefan nods. "I know."
“No.” Damon closes the distance between them, presses his body flush against Stefan’s, lets the heat of his body leach into Stefan still cold from malnourishment and being outside. “You don’t.” Damon places a hand on either side of Stefan’s face, cupping his jaw with his thumbs, letting his fingers slide around the back of Stefan’s head and tangle in his hair. Damon rests his forehead against Stefan’s for a brief moment before he begins to squeeze. “You never did.” He digs fingers into Stefan’s temple and squeezes harder. “You never knew that I ran interference between you and our loving father. You never knew the times I deflected his temper from you to me. You never knew he didn’t use a whipping boy, it was always me who took the lash. You never knew I joined the Army to save you from the draft. You never knew that I sacrificed pieces of myself along the way to keep you safe, to ensure your happiness, to make sure you never knew just how much our father didn’t care about either of us.”
Damon kisses Stefan on the forehead and relaxes his grip, allowing his fingers to play in the waves of Stefan’s hair. “You never knew that I sacrificed everything for you. And then after all of that you went ahead and took the only the thing I ever wanted.” Damon bows his head and cruelly kisses Stefan on the mouth. “And then you made me into this, after we both agreed to go ahead and die.” His fangs pierce Stefan’s lips. He sucks and licks at the blood that wells up before the wounds heal.
“You’re such a liar.” Stefan shoves Damon off of him and wipes off his mouth. “Everything you have ever said about our life back then is complete and utter bullshit.”
“Is it?”
Damon is gone before the last syllable of his question, leaving behind a rattled Stefan. He shakes his head to clear it and wanders into the library. He searches the shelves until he finds what he’s looking for -- Damon’s childhood journals. Stefan traces the faded gilt lettering on the old familiar leather. He lets the journal fall open and begins to read words he has almost committed to memory. Stories as familiar to him as the back of his own hand. “Yes, Damon. Complete and utter bullshit. You are the king of revisionist history.”
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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: 1.20 Blood Brothers, some dialog taken directly from the episode
Notes: thank you
moosesal for the betaPrevious parts here
"You brood too much, Stefan. Everything on this planet is not your fault. My actions -- what I do -- it's not your fault. I own them. They belong to me. You are not allowed to feel my guilt."
“So you feel guilt?”
"If I wanted to. It's there. Emily waited until after I turned to tell me she'd been successful in protecting Katherine with her spell. She didn't want me to know about the tomb. She thought it would impact my decision. Witches. Judgy little things."
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want you to know.” Damon pauses and smiles beatifically at his brother. "'Cause I hated you, and I still do."
Stefan nods. "I know."
“No.” Damon closes the distance between them, presses his body flush against Stefan’s, lets the heat of his body leach into Stefan still cold from malnourishment and being outside. “You don’t.” Damon places a hand on either side of Stefan’s face, cupping his jaw with his thumbs, letting his fingers slide around the back of Stefan’s head and tangle in his hair. Damon rests his forehead against Stefan’s for a brief moment before he begins to squeeze. “You never did.” He digs fingers into Stefan’s temple and squeezes harder. “You never knew that I ran interference between you and our loving father. You never knew the times I deflected his temper from you to me. You never knew he didn’t use a whipping boy, it was always me who took the lash. You never knew I joined the Army to save you from the draft. You never knew that I sacrificed pieces of myself along the way to keep you safe, to ensure your happiness, to make sure you never knew just how much our father didn’t care about either of us.”
Damon kisses Stefan on the forehead and relaxes his grip, allowing his fingers to play in the waves of Stefan’s hair. “You never knew that I sacrificed everything for you. And then after all of that you went ahead and took the only the thing I ever wanted.” Damon bows his head and cruelly kisses Stefan on the mouth. “And then you made me into this, after we both agreed to go ahead and die.” His fangs pierce Stefan’s lips. He sucks and licks at the blood that wells up before the wounds heal.
“You’re such a liar.” Stefan shoves Damon off of him and wipes off his mouth. “Everything you have ever said about our life back then is complete and utter bullshit.”
“Is it?”
Damon is gone before the last syllable of his question, leaving behind a rattled Stefan. He shakes his head to clear it and wanders into the library. He searches the shelves until he finds what he’s looking for -- Damon’s childhood journals. Stefan traces the faded gilt lettering on the old familiar leather. He lets the journal fall open and begins to read words he has almost committed to memory. Stories as familiar to him as the back of his own hand. “Yes, Damon. Complete and utter bullshit. You are the king of revisionist history.”
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