Damon X Reader

Brother?

"Do you want to annoy him till he turns red or just until we all die of holding in laughter?" I stared at Stefan, he was smiling down at me.
"By this point I have no idea how many history teachers I've corrected." He sighs and turns away from my gaze quickly to anywhere but me.
"For me it's the other way round." I follow his gaze to the front entrance of the school,
"You're good that's why we are working together, right?" He doesn't seem present, he seems so far and lost in thought that my presence is nothing to him.
"So should we get going, before the madness begins." I nodded to the sound of students packing their bags and the dreadful sound of chairs being pushed under the desks.
"That would be very wise." He looked at me now, finally away from the door,
"But I think we should go out the back way, my car is closer to the gym than the entrance." His voice was confident, strong and most importantly commanding. It dismissed any unnerving feeling of what ever he was staring at. The silence that followed all the way to his car was when something inside me started to build. His uneasiness was in parallel with the sickness that was still in the pit of my stomach, I buried the Damon business so far down that I hardly remembered my dream or the strange coincidence of this whole ordeal, until it hit so hard I felt like I couldn't breathe.
He kept looking behind him, as we drove down the road he picked me up from this morning and as we were pulling into his drive way silence and calculated glances to me and all the mirrors were constant. Which I believed he hoped I wouldn't notice but I did, I notice every detail of Stefan, so finely it's as if I've known him for years and not a few weeks.
he let out a breath of relief.
"So this is home." He smiled towards me, his anxiety seemed to have disappeared completely , I stared in awe of his home, it was as if time had captured and preserved itself here in mystic falls.
"I'm speechless, you really live here!"  I'd never seen a house more magnificent in my life. I was outside walking up the steps and to the front door of his home.
"Honestly, it's not that amazing, it's been in the Salvatore family for generations." I wanted to know more, I could sit and listen all day, all my life of how and who Stefan Salvatore is.
But then his brother, Damon, my mind is so bipolar. Too many emotions to latch on to a constant tennis game in my mind. Would he be here? Would he be the man I saw at my house, alone desperate and in pain that his voice made my heart ache.
"How far does the house date back? I mean it's so preserved." He hung my coat on the hangers in the front entrance, it was just as grand on the inside.
"That is something and the only thing historic I don't know." He smiled and walked ahead as I took in the beauty of his home. I followed him into the kitchen, where he stared to pile out his folders and motioned for me to sit into the seat he had pulled out for me.
"Sorry, I'm just utterly amazed, I must seem so-" I stopped myself from talking, I sounded insane.
"You must seem what? Crazy? Insane? Or so utterly curious it's cute?" He smirked at me, as I blushed but for effect of keeping my strength I rolled my eyes at him.
We sat together and he poured me a coffee, time marched on and as I checked my watch we'd been revising for 3 hours. As I looked up from writing the final sentence, I noticed he was already looking at me, he must have been for a while now.
"We've been revising for 3 hours I don't think I can survive any longer." I sighed and put my head in my hands, as I stared at the oak wood covered in lined papers filled with notes and Stefan's corrections on my notes.
"And as much as I love to beat you in this exam, I think this is all I can do today." I laughed, he still stared at me smiling, he leaned his hand and pushed a hair gently behind my ear.
"I couldn't agree more, but you won't beat me." I was blushing, my heart raced so fast I felt as though my heart would explode. Until a creak of one of the floorboards behind me made me jump out of my skin and out of my chair, Steffens face paled and his eyes looked as though hell was noting more than a slight summers breeze.
"Sorry was I interrupting brother?" Horror flooded through me, I didn't want to look I couldn't but the sickness roaring in my throat, along with no oxygen, I'd forgotten how to breathe. I know that voice, I was turning around before my mind had time to scream me to stop. Stefan was up and beside me so fast I hardly saw he get out of his chair.
My eyes reached his electric blue eyes and his smirk faded as he admired my face, his eyes shifted between me and Stefan anger, resentment and then his eyes were on mine and it was pain and loneliness. This was Damon from my dream, but it was never a dream  if he's here alive and in the flesh.

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