Prank Night Fall Out

12. The Antique Lamp

Request for Elenylovly (Sry, I read the prompt a little wrong about Damon crying bc I start from the top and go down. Hope you don't mind!)

Pairings: Caroline/Stefan-Damon (f/mM) hand, paddle

Liz Forbes/Stefan-Damon (F/mM) hand

Chapter Text

Forbes' Residence

After School

"Stef, get a blood bag and come back and watch the movie!" Caroline called. She was going to make popcorn. Since Stefan only drank animal blood, he had to carry it around himself in special cold blood bags. He always kept an extra in his bag for times like this when he had to go somewhere after school. If he asked Damon to bring him a blood bag, he would give him a human one by "accident."

As Stefan dug in his bag, his hand brushed against the round wooden paddle that Ric had sent home with him from school. His face burned with shame as he remembered his school day. Then, the ache in his behind also reminded him of how that paddle felt. Damn, Damon! How dare he let Ric spank him at school! He wasn't even allowed to do that anymore. It was inhumane. Stefan considered trying to get Ric fired and maybe suing him. He should call one of those lawyers on tv.

"Brother, what the hell are you doing? Looking for the Northwest Passage? Hurry up!" Damon joked.

Stefan scowled, "The Northwest Passage didn't exist. You know where I learned that? Fucking school again, for the 20th time, the place where your bestie beat my ass raw today. You know, I could barely sit in my next class. I hope you are pleased with yourself."

Damon's face showed an array of emotions, first shock, then concern, and then irritation. Then, Damon softened.

"Hey, you got a paddling because you earned it with your behavior, I guess? I know the anti-healing spell is still in effect so I am assuming you are in a crappy mood because your butt is sore. Come up here, you can lay on your stomach while we watch the movie," Damon suggested. "You want to tell me what happened? You know Ric will tell me if you won't. I could give him a call right now..."

Stefan knew Damon was trying to pacify him, but that just made him angrier. Stefan figured he could change the subject and buy himself some time.

"How come I have to go to school? What do you do all day? Sit around and drink bourbon while I'm in English Lit for the 50th time? Why don't you go to school and I'd take over the drinking?" Stefan retorted.

"I didn't die at 17, little boy. And I am not sure you understand how much it costs to keep that giant mansion we live in afloat. I have to manage our other properties, the taxes, and all of our investments like stocks and bonds. Also, I have to make sure everything is cleaned, maintained, and we have what we need so I don't want to hear that I sit around all day drinking again!" Damon snapped.

"Whatever," Stefan said rolling his eyes. "You probably just look at yourself without your shirt on and read my diaries when I'm at school."

This made Damon laugh, he tossed a throw pillow at him, "You caught me. Now stop being a cry baby and come up here."

Stefan gave him the finger and threw the pillow back. Damon took up the challenge and leapt off of the couch and tackled Stefan on the floor. They rolled around and Damon, who usually liked to slap Stefan's butt playfully, instead took mercy on him and began to tickle him.

"Stop, Damon," Stefan laughed. But Damon pinned him. He knew all Stefan's most ticklish spots and got them all.

"Not until you say 'uncle,'" Damon threatened as he tickled his brother with gusto.