Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2010 22:36:52 +0500
From: Phunk Factor <phunkfactor@gmail.com>
Subject: Vampire Sex Diaries Chapter 4

Disclaimer; This is a story about characters from the television show
Vampire Diaries. It is a work of fiction and the author does not claim any
knowledge about the private lives of actors appearing in the show, also this
story implies nothing about their sexuality. I do not own these characters,
adapted for television by produced and created by Kevin Williamson, and is
loosely based on the series of novels by L. J. Smith. It is produced by
Outerbanks Entertainment, Alloy Entertainment, CBS Television Studios and
Warner Bros. Television.

Note from Author; This story contains sexual situations and if you're under
age or are offended by homo-erotic works, you should probably stop reading
now. If you're not, continue reading and please comment. I'll be delighted
to hear your opinions and suggestions about it at phunkfactor@gmail.com .
Happy reading! :)

Stefan lay on his bed. He himself was surprised at how close had he gotten
to another man in the past few hours. Especially since Damon was kind enough
to remind him of how traumatic his previous gay romance had been. Stefan
went to sleep thinking about those days. It was the turn of the century,
when the Salvatore brothers had run away from their ancestral home. Stefan
was determined not to let Damon stray away, he was most sure that given
Damon's emotional trauma and his recent transformation into a vampire would
turn him into the worst vampire possible, sooner or later someone would
stake him.

Those days were the hardest for Stefan, but he could never forget them. They
were perhaps the only days he had ever really been close to Damon, ever
since they both had been turned. Stefan not only had to control his own
changing ways, but make sure Damon doesn't spin out of control. Those days
often disturbed Stefan, just like they were going to disturb Stefan that
particular day.

"Damon, no!", Stefan roared as he bolt upright from his lying position. He
looked around, he was in his bed shirtless. The room was slightly spinning,
probably from the quick rise he just did. It took Stefan a few minutes to
make sense of where he was, these nightmares always left him in a daze. He
remembered kicking Damon out of the room and locking him outside. He also
remembered Damon shouting about leaving something for him. Damon leaned
against the door, trying to hear any possible noise that would help him in
finding out if Damon was lurking outside. Finding no sounds, Stefan was sure
that he was the only resident of the house at the moment. Even Zach wasn't
around, that was pretty strange. Zach never leaves the house for very long
time periods.

Stefan opened the door and found a camcorder on the floor. There was a note
attached to it in Damon's handwriting, 'To my darling but incredibly brother
Stefan, from his drop dead gorgeous brother Damon'. Stefan chuckled at
Damon's pride and his ways of showing it. The camcorder was definitely a new
one. Stefan knew Damon liked to have sex with guys who had a good deal of
resemblance with him, so did he finally record one of those sessions. But
even if he did, why had he given it to me, Stefan wondered.

Stefan shut the door behind him. He wondered if he should take a look at it.
Damon has never presented Damon with a photograph of himself, and here he
left Stefan a recording. Stefan opened the screen and pressed play. The
video showed Damon adjusting the camera for a few seconds, making sure the
room is in full view. There is a bed behind Damon. Is this a sex tape,
Stefan wondered as he saw Damon fixing his hair.

"Question! What do Paris Hilton and I have in common?", Damon chanted. "Tick
tock tick tock tick tock. Time's up, slow coach!" he completed before Stefan
could even decipher the question.

"A sex tape, you dumbass!", Damon cheered. Stefan wondered what kind of sick
joke was Damon up to. "Yes, dear Stefan. You're about to witness my making
lurrrvvv to our darling but completely useless relative, Zachary Salvatore!"

Damon yanked the bed sheet to reveal Zach. His hand were tied to the bed
posts and Stefan could clearly see Zach was struggling to set free. Stefan
wondered where Zach was right now. He saw Damon taking his shirt off and
unbuckle his belt. "Don't you just love free porn, Stefan? Especially when
it has someone as scrumptious as me!", Damon teased. Damon unbuttoned his
jeans and took them off in a single motion.

"Let the action begin!", Damon roared.