Stefan wasn't feeling too good but considering the events of yesterday, he figured out that he wouldn't be telling his older brother about his sick feeling. Damon could really be mean to him but he could also be overly protective if there were any problems. Stefan wasn't in the mood for his brothers protectively side today so he just made himself some tea and hoped that the unease in his stomach would settle before Damon would become concerned.

"Hello brother." Damon said as he entered the kitchen. He was in his usual sarcastic, joking mood. Damon was weird. Well his humor was and it had been since the civil war. He filled a glass with blood from a blood bag and started drinking. He noticed Stefan's hand resting on his stomach.

"Having trust issues, are we?" He asked his brother with a raised eyebrow.

"We're not." Stefan said. "I'm just in no mood for your overly concern."

"No?"

"No." Stefan confirmed.

"Well that's unfortunate." Damon put the glass down, walked to stefan and threw him over his shoulder. Stefan groaned loudly.

"Ugh Damon I-" and so Stefan was cut off by the vomit falling freely from his mouth down Damon's back. Damon froze.

"Brother?" He asked. "Did you just puke down my back?"

"I-I-I-I'm sorry...!" Stefan stuttered. Damon patted him gently on the back.

"No worries brother. Everything you did was confirming my concern."

Damon brought Stefan to his room and laid him very gently on the king sized, soft bed. Stefan whimpered weakly but Damon shushed him.

"Easy now little brother." Damon said and he grabbed a few supplies from a box, which had been on a shelf in Stefan's room. It was filled with medication and first aid supplies for Stefan's girlfriends during the years. Stefan was now single but at least Damon could use the supplies in this case.

"Damn brother, must've been long since you had a woman over last time huh? All these digital thermometer are out of batteries." Damon said, searching for one that worked.

"Well," Damon said. "It's gotta be this thing then." Damon held up a glass thermometer. He then walked to the kitchen and grabbed a little box of Vaseline. He walked back to Stefan's room and put the supplies on the nightstand.

"Why Vaseline..?" Stefan asked completely confused. Damon smirked at him and Stefan realized what it was for.

"No... no no no. Damon no!" Stefan panicked and his eyes widened. "You're not doing that!"

"I'm sorry little brother, but I'm not letting this pass so you might as well just behave. Besides, if I see something I haven't seen before, I'll throw a dollar at it."

Stefan tried to get up but a painful cramp shot through his lower stomach.

"Ow!!" Stefan cried. Damon's eyes widened. He hadn't seen Stefan cry for a long time. He picked his shaking little brother up and placed him in his lap as he sat on the bed. He held him tightly. He shushed his gently and rubbed his back. Stefan's shaking hand was resting against his older brothers chest but he slowly calmed down.

"Let's do this now yea?" Damon asked his brother but Stefan shook his head.

"Why do you have to do it..?"

"Because little brother..." Damon sighed. "I want to know how bad it is so I can give you what you need so you can get better."

Stefan whined and buried his face in Damon's chest.

"I know brother. Don't you worry, I won't every let anything hurt you okay? Nothing will hurt my baby brother."

Stefan earned a tiny nod from Stefan's still buried face. Damon held him tighter has he stood up. He placed Stefan on both his feet on the floor. He himself sat on the bed and then he pulled Stefan over his lap. He pulled down Stefan's jeans and briefs. Stefan's face reddened in embarrassment.

"Shush brother. It'll be over before you know." Damon's left hand rubbed over Stefan's back at first. Then he grabbed the box of Vaseline and applied some to his right index finger. He closed the box again and spread Stefan's buttcheeks.

Stefan immediately regretted letting Damon do this and fought to get up. He wriggled and squirmed as he struggled to get up.

"Stefan!" Damon warned and held him down with his left arm. "Behave so we can get it over with!"

"It'll hurt.." Stefan whimpered.

"Only if you struggle, so stop doing that."

Stefan cried weakly in protest but Damon just shushed him, spread the buttocks again and spread the Vaseline around his rectum. He also applied some to the thermometer to let it go in easier.

"Damon please.. I really don't want this." Stefan cried. Damon rubbed his back in gentle circles.

"Be glad you're not human Stef. Those people do this multiple times." Damon said and spread Stefan's buttocks again. Stefan cried louder trying to make Damon stop but Damon pushed in the thermometer even though Stefan clenched all he could. Stefan cried louder.

"Please! Please take it out! Please!" Stefan begged but calmed down as he felt Damon's hand on his back and Damon's soothing voice in his ear.

"I won't let anything hurt you baby brother." He whispered.