Truth Through Head Trauma by Janet Thump. Thump. Crash. When Stefan opened the door, he'd expected a salesmen or one of the neighbors. Certainly not his brother. Bam! Bam! Thud. And when Damon, his clothes rumbled, his forehead and knuckles bloody, had nervously asked to come in, Stefan had of course opened the door wide, welcoming his brother. He'd expected trouble, expected something nasty to be chasing Damon, expected Damon to try and seduce Elena and every other woman in the neighborhood, expected him to feed indiscriminately and to annoy Stefan every chance he got. Smash! He hadn't expected to be grabbed by the hair and to have his head pounded into the wall until the drywall caved in, only to be hauled out, thrown against the room, and have his head pounded into another wall. Stefan lay on his back, trying to bring the ceiling into focus. He hadn't seen Damon since Fell's Church. What could he possibly have done to upset him so much? "You little idiot!" Damon snarled, pulling Stefan upright. "Five hundred years I waited. Hinted. Watched and planned. Five hundred and thirty three years!" Oh goody. An explanation. "And. You. Never. Got. It," he finished, slamming Stefan into the wall with each word. Stefan still didn't get it, but with the head trauma, that wasn't too surprising. "What are you talking about?" he gasped. "What happened to you?" Damon looked at him blankly, and Stefan felt dark fingers probing his mind before Damon raised one hand and touched his forehead, looking surprised to feel blood. "A wall. Same as you." He slammed Stefan against the wall again. "Knocked some sense into me. Thought it might do the same for you." He studied Stefan for a moment. "Apparently not." He flung Stefan across the room, cracking the oak banister. "I tried to be patient," Damon continued, stalking towards Stefan. "Understanding. Willing to share. Katherine understood. She saw how it was supposed to be between us. Tried to make it happen." "But." what was Damon talking about? "You wanted Katherine. For yourself." "I wanted to protect you! I knew you couldn't handle the darkness, the sacrifice. I tried to distract her, but she couldn't give you up anymore than I could, no matter what I told myself." "You hated the idea." Stefan tried to stand, his head spinning and back throbbing. "She had no right! No right to lie, say she'd chosen me! No right to lie to you, convince you she loved you when she really was just using you!" Damon snarled, showing fang. "No right to touch you." Damon stalked across the room, grabbed him, and hauled him close. "I've played by your rules long enough. Acted the jealous brother, pretended it was all sibling rivalry. Now we play by my rules." Damon kissed him. Hard, holding Stefan captive with one hand gripping the front of his shirt, the other hand tangled in Stefan's hair, fangs slicing Stefan's lips. Stefan felt his own fangs extending, piercing Damon's tongue and he sucked, tasting the dark blood and.Wow. Anger, frustration, and lots of lust. Damon's feelings washed over him, mingling with his own emotions until he couldn't tell who was angry and who really confused and who's idea this had been to begin with. He also thought Damon might have given himself a concussion before coming over here, but maybe that was Stefan's concussion. It was a little hard to tell. And then the tongue and lips and fangs and blood were gone, and Stefan was released, falling to the floor and watching Damon storm out. Damon's jeans were really tight. ~~~~~ Elena came home from shopping to find the front door open, the hallway and living room trashed, and her husband sitting on the floor, bloody and stunned. "What happened?" she cried, dropping her bags and rushing over. "Damon." "Damon did this? Why?" "He kissed me." "What?" Stefan focused on her, looking very confused. He would have looked adorable, only there was too much blood. "He kissed me. He said.he wants.he doesn't think of me as a brother." Elena rolled her eyes. "Well of course not. Any idiot could see that." Stefan, if possible, looked even more stunned. "What?" Elena helped him stand. "You didn't know? I thought you just weren't interested. Everyone knows. Bonnie used to talk about how hot you two would be." Elena helped him up the stairs, washed his cuts, and helped him to bed. "Sleep," she ordered. "We'll talk when you've gotten your brain working again." ~~~~~~ Elena sat in bed, reading, Stefan asleep besides her. There was a tapping at the window and she felt the sudden need for fresh air. Rolling her eyes, she got up to open the window. "You could have used the front door, you know," she said as the crow flew in. Damon smiled as Elena turned around. "Thought I'd do it this way, for old times' sake." He cocked his head, studying her, and leered appreciatively. "You're looking well." Elena smiled and spun, modeling the oversized t-shirt she slept in. Damon turned his attention to Stefan, who was still asleep. "What does he wear to bed?" "Nothing." Elena grinned as Damon's eyes widened and he licked his lips. Damon moved towards the bed, but Elena blocked him. "I don't share," she said. "Not unless I get something out of it too." Damon pulled her close and kissed her. The wildfire passion was still between them, and Elena leaned into the kiss, clinging to Damon. He pulled back, smirking. "You can watch," he said. Elena scowled, stepping back. "I've never been one to watch. I've always preferred participating." Damon didn't answer, just kicked off his shoes and pulled off his sweater, moving past Elena. She let him, admiring his pale skin and sinewy muscles. He jerked the covers down and straddled Stefan's hips, putting his hands on Stefan's shoulders, and leaning down, kissing him. Maybe, just this once, I'll watch, Elena thought, clumsily clearing off a space on the low dresser to sit on without taking her eyes off the boys in the bed, her legs going weak as Stefan's hands reached up to tangle in Damon's hair, holding him down. ~End~