Mission quite possible

The text was successfully sent on its way and the two brothers lay in wait. Soon enough Damon picked up Stefan's vibrating phone with a quick eyebrow wiggle and answered the call.

"Hello sweetheart." Damon ironically greeted her. "Oh... yes, no, I'm awfully sorry, Stefan was ill, we were both stressed... yep... just come over at 8.30pm or someth... Okay, well I have no clue... Look just fucking come Elena, it's not a hike to our house, Christ."

Damon hung up, breathing heavily.

Stefan's eyes were fixated on Damon's chest (muscles), and slowly they travelled up to his neck.

"Shit." Stefan whispered as he moistened his lips, his gums aching. Damon's mouth curled upwards.

"Hungry, brother? You can drink from me..." he purred.

"Damon, don't push it, that's extremely intimate- it's more personal then sex and you know it. I'm going out, I need some air, it's only 6.53. I can't stay in this house for too long, it's so..."

"..hard?" finished Damon with a boyish grin.

"Will you just stop, Damon!" Stefan shouted suddenly, his eyes changing and fangs glinting slightly, before he left loudly, slamming the door.

"Ooh, getting touchy are we?" Damon murmured as he steadied the still shaking door. Leaping onto the couch and propping his feet up, he smiled dangerously.

"Oh, I do love it when you get fiesty with me Stefan."

Then, he waited.

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Soon enough (that bitch) Elena appeared at the home of the Salvatores.

Damon chose to open the door and almost felt sorry for her when he saw her face, which encapsulated despair. But any pity for Elena in Damon vanished as soon as the girl put on her signature 'totally not sexy' pout. She strutted in, pushing past Damon, saying

"What's going on?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Damon sassily replied.

Elena turned to face him and was about to retort with a sucky comeback when Stefan snuck up behind her and pressed a chloroform soaked rag to her face. Elena fell down gracefully. Just kidding, I wouldn't be surprised if there was an Elena shaped dent in the floor...

Stefan and Damon picked up the heavy sack of flesh that was Elena and dragged it to the basement.

"Well that was easy." Damon remarked.

"Tell me about it... Wait," Stefan paused. "Do you think Jeremy knows?"

"Who cares? Stefan, it doesn't matter, we can always just compell him."

"Damon, we can't do that to Jeremy. He's our friend!"

"Fine! Fine! Let's just sort this out first."

The Salvatores tied the young girl up and patiently waited for her to wake up.

They sat down together in a comfortable silence. It was not an awkward silence; just  comfortable.

"Damon?" asked Stefan hesitantly. "How come you didn't want us to rush into sex but you kept encouraging me to bite you?"

"Because being with you makes me harp back to our human days, when the first time for sex is supposed to be special. There is no such tradition for biting. And you're so damn sexy I can't help wanting to taste your blood."

Stefan blushed against his will. Damon grinned and swept him into his lap. Stefan looked up at him from where he was cradled in his arms and gazed lovingly up into his turquoise eyes.

"So, what do you say, brother? Can i bite you? At least let me take a nip." whispered Damon persuasively, letting his perfect hair brush Stefan's face. Stefan whimpered as his lips trailed  down to where his pulse would have been jumping in his throat had he not been a vampire.

Damon let his warm tongue flicker across Stefan's quivering neck. His teeth nicked the delicate skin and drew blood, but only a tiny drop, not enough to satisfy his immense hunger. Stefan's breaths became shallower and much faster. Damon smiled against his neck: he loved the reaction his brother had to him, it made him want to constantly touch him.

"Damon..." Stefan moaned softly. "Bite me. Drink my blood."

Damon didn't need to be told twice. His fangs emerged so quickly it hurt, and his eyes watered slightly as the intensity of his need became clear to him.

As Damon's fangs slowly punctured Stefan's smooth, fragile skin, both brothers cried out as a flood of sensations engulfed them. The taste of Stefan's blood was more delicious and overwhelming than Damon could have ever imagined, it coated the inside of his mouth and emptied his head of any thoughts. Both of them were acting on instinct: their feelings were too breathtaking to allow them to think properly.

Damon pulled away, his chest (muscles) heaving. Stefan's eyes fluttered open.

"Why did you stop?" Stefan asked, his voice slightly whiny.

Damon's eyes darkened as he watched the puncture marks on Stefan's throat seal up.

"Stefan, I want you to return the favour." Damon growled huskily.

Stefan hesitantly slid out of the nest he had made on Damon's lap. Before he could get far, Damon pulled him back.

"Where do you think you're going?" he whispered lowly.

Stefan said nothing, just manuveored himself until his mouth touched Damon's neck. His fangs extended and plunged into his throat.

The brothers were so engrossed in their 'activity' that they didn't notice Elena stirring beside them.

"Ew!!!!" Elena shrieked. "What the fuck guys???"

Both brothers jerked back from each other and stared at her in annoyance.

"Can we gag her?" growled Damon in frustration. Stefan just nuzzled his neck affectionately.

"Excuse me?! I'm sitting right here! And seriously, what. the. fuck? Damon, you left me, ME, for Stefan?! And Stefan, even when you could have got me back, ME, you chose Damon instead?! What is WRONG with you?!"

"Ok, that's it; we're gagging her!" exclaimed Damon getting up and tying a dirty rag round her mouth.

He sat back down with a smirk that was directed at Stefan.

"So..." he said, stretching the vowel out a lot. "What shall we do now?"

"Watch tv?" teased Stefan.

"Grr, don't be annoying, little brother." whispered Damon into Stefan's ear, before nibbling it lightly.

"Move this to the bedroom? Unless you'd rather have an audience?" Stefan asked, raising his eyebrows and nodding in Elena's direction.

He got his answer when he was scooped up suddenly into Damon's arms and carried upstairs.

Damon slammed the bedroom door behind him with his foot and pushed Stefan onto the bed. Both brothers were breathing heavily. Stefan licked his lips before making the first move and lunging up to Damon, pulling his body on top of his.

"I've been waiting to do this for years." Stefan murmured, staring dangerously into Damon's eyes.

Then he kissed him.

The kiss was passionate; raw. It was different and it was new, and both brothers needed more. Damon tugged at Stefan's shirt as they kept their mouths moving as one, urging him to remove the fabric that separated their two bodies. Stefan moved fast, whipping the shirt off before moving his hands to Damon's hair, raking his fingers through the dark, silky strands, and yanking Damon's head back, separating their lips. Damon growled loudly, and rubbed his hands over Stefan's smooth chest, then motioned to his own shirt as he leant back down and nipped at Stefan's collarbone. Stefan began to unbutton Damon's  shirt before abandoning the idea and simply pulling the shirt over Damon's head. For a second, the two men stared at each others sculpted bodies before locking their lips together once more. Stefan clawed at Damon's back, drawing blood. Immediately Stefan was out from under Damon nad pushing his face down into the bed, pinning Damon's arms above his head. His head bent down and he licked at the blood drops.

Stefan's eyes darkened and fangs poked out from his lips. Then he moved to Damon's neck and bit hard. Damon fought the urge to cry out, attempting to keep his cool as ecstasy hit him in pleasant waves. Stefan sucked hard as the brothers sensually ground against each other. The younger Salvatore's back arched up while he gasped and moaned. Damon used this opportunity to insert his tongue into Stefan's moist mouth, licking around, tasting his own blood. They revelled in each other's heady pleasure. 

Stefan put his hands in Damon's soft hair, earning him a sound a little like a purr. Stefan, deciding to experiment, clenched his hands and tugged a bit, which earned him a sound more like a deep growl (only more sexual). Stefan smirked, and then Damon flicked his tongue over a nipple and Stefan jerked and thought, 'Touche'.

However, Stefan was still determined to satisfy his brother's desires.

"I want-" Damon began, gasping. "I need you."

"Anything for you."

"I," Damon gasped, trying to translate into words what his nerve endings were telling him, but he couldn't seem to think of any words other than 'Stefan, oh god, yes, Stefan, god, yes, like that, Stefan, Stefan, Stefan, Stefan.'

Damon felt the bed underneath him, the softness of the mattress, and he knew it was the most incredible bed he's ever been on. He though he might never move ever again. He'd just lie there, pleasure an almost audible buzz inside of him.

He tried to wrap his mind around what was about to happen and he didn't really want to. Stefan was mind-blowing, breath-taking, a stunning sight fabricated from the blearily tinted tread sewn into Damon's dreams.

The Salvatores were so close, so intimate, when suddenly, they heard the door bell ring.

Damon groaned loudly in annoyance. Stefan sighed, disappointed, and pulled his shirt on. He rushed downstairs.

"Hey, Stefan! Wait for me!" Damon shouted, 'gracefully' slipping off the bed and grabbing his shirt. He skidded down tghe stairs. He put on his shirt while jogging and smooting his hair.

"Oh. Hi Caroline. Er... What are you doing here?" Stefan was asking at the door.

'Oh, Caroline. She's cool.' thought Damon. Because of this, he decided to put his arm around Stefan's waist and pulled him to his side. Originally Stefan struggled, but soon he gave in to the lovely warmth of his brother's arm.

"Just popping round." Caroline said breezily. "And Stefan, your shirt is on backwards."

"Oh." said an embarrassed Stefan, taking it off and turning it around. Damon noticed Caroline eyeing Stefan's chest appreciatively and tried not to glare at her.

"Damon? Why are there no longer any buttons onyour shirt?" Caroline asked, smiling knowingly.

"Er... That's the latest style?"

"Oh my god! Did you guys finally get together? I always knew you would: there was always so much sexual tension between you! Have you told Elena yet? Does she know? Was she pissed? I bet she was. I wish I could have seen her face."

"We're together. Elena knows. She was pissed." Damon listed, tapping a finger as he answered each question. 

Stefan beamed, and moved his arm from where it had been hanging awkwardly at his side to the small of Damon's back. Damon shivered slightly as he felt Stefan's gentle touch. Even a small thing like that made his hair stand on end.

Stefan was so pleased that Damon had confirmed their relationship status, and was grateful that Caroline had turned up; even if she had interrupted their 'alone time'.

Caroline screamed and fangirled dramatically.

"I'm so happy! You guys are so cute! You are so fucking adorable! I wish you could have babies, they would be so unbelievably hot! I would totally date them, except that... Ugh, they would be too young for me..." Caroline was so upset that she trailed off.

"Um... So Caroline... Why were you here again?"

Caroline jumped out of her momentary trance and frowned.

"Oh... Well I was here to ask where Elena is? Like, when did you last talk to her? Bonnie's getting worried, for some reason she can't seem to track her... We've got enemies, she could be in danger!"

Damon laughed and fiddled with his buttonless shirt, internally debating whether he should should tell Caroline. After all, he had turned her...

"We have NO idea, Caroline, we talked to her a few days ago, but.." Stefan shook his head sadly.

Damon turned slightly, confused. "What are you planning, brother?" he muttered.

"What was that?" Caroline asked suspiciously.

"Nothing Caroline!" Damon snapped at her. He attempted to slam the door shut but she stuck her foot out. The two of them growled and battled for power.

"Let me in you dick!" Caroline shouted. With a shoulder push she stumbled back into  the hallway, hair awry. Caroline straightened her back and gathered herself before sniffing in confusion.

"I can smell... Wait... Elena's perfume??! Is she here?"

The two brothers exchanged alarmed glances.

"Oh thank GOD!"

Damon blinked.

"You can keep the stupid, do whatever you want, I'm fed up with her. Ugh- "Caroline, I'm sooo bored!" "Caroline, is my hair okay?" "Caroline, which dress?" "Caroline, Damon's being a dick, ugh." "Caroline-" Just go die in a hole, oh my fucking GOD!" she shouted. "I mean, you'd think she'd talk to Bonnie every once in a while. But something is totally up with her! I don't know what you've done to Elena but this wacko love triangle has turned her into a real bitch." Caroline finally finished and she and Damon shared a glance that could only be described as an accepting nod, as if they both totally understood.

"What the fuck is going on guys!" A shrill voice filled the room. It was (that bitch) Elena again. She half hobbled on a broken heel as she strutted across the room.

"Elena! I knew you were her!" Caroline said.

Stefan and Damon tried to shuffle out of the room awkwardly but they were stopped by a furious looking Elena.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

The Salvatores looked at each other with 'Fuck, what do we do?' faces. Stefan turned back to Elena with a smile and punched her in the face.

"Not bad, bro." Damon remarked, impressed.

"I know, right?" his smiling brother replied.

"Well, I didn't expect that... Wait, is she unconscious?" Carolina asked.

"No, I'm still fucking awake. That really hurt!" Elena screamed at everyone and got up.

"Well?" She lifted her hands in the most pretentious way possible. "Is anyone going to say anything?"

Damon walked up to Elena and decked her with a satisfying crunch, a jet stream of blood pouring out of her evidently broken nose.