Double trouble...but like...times four so it's eight? - OC spanking story

School fight and a lot of loose ends

„Day eight, and Damon still hasn't been allowed out of the house due to lowered immunity sistem." Stefan announced theatrically, reading from his diary. Damon freezed mid-movement, back facing Stefan. Would others notice if I baked him instead of the chicken?

„He also has been banned from speaking more then a few sentances at the time, and is put on permanent Peter and Grant-sitting duty as soon as he gets better and said people remain sick. Who would have known pneumonia is so contagious?" Stefan Alfredo with side of baked potatoes. It was a sound name, wasn't it?

„Also, special bonus is he still can't sit without a cushion." Damon eyed the knife next to him. What are the chances of killing him and disapearing before Oliver and Dean returned home?

„Stef, if you're going to tease him, at least do that in a room he can't quite literaly butcher you in." Dean entered the kitchen, ruffling Stefan's hair. Behind him, Oliver yawned coming in.

Well,that answered his question.

„Long day, huh?" He rasped, turning around. He ignored a small pang of pain that stabbed his chest at the movement. Stefan faked a suprised inhale.

„It talks!"

„It shouldn't. It just stopped drinking meds." Dean scolded, pouring himself a cup of water and glaring at Damon.

„Oh-oh. What do you have to say for yourself, Damon?" Stefan mocked again. „Oh, wait...you can't say anything!" Damon showed him a finger.

Dean chuckled, and Oliver groaned. „Guys, lay off. I don't want anyone fighting here, okay?"

„Than maybe we should move to another room." Damon rasped out again. He was fully aware there was no way he could take on Stefan in this condition. He didn't really care about that. Fact that he felt so weak just angered him more. He hated being sick...

„Damon, no! I really need some...oh, haven't I...excuse me." Oliver's phone started ringing, so he grabbed it and exited the room. Dean turned back to Damon.

„How are Pete and Grant been doing?" „Good." Another rasped word. „Grant's fever is finally coming down, and he ate a full plate of soup. Peter ate normally too, although he's still coughing. I think he'll be up tommorow. He already started sneaking out of the bed."

„Well, at least it's not me who's nursing him this time." Dean winked. Then his face softened up when Damon started coughing again, bending over the kitchen island. Stefan patted his back gently, bringing him water. „And how are you feeling?"

„Great." Damon lied through gritted teeth.

„My throat almost doesn't hurt anymore.." Except for when I'm talking...or gulping...or breathing..

„I'm not cold.." „'Cause I put on a whole fucking closet on myself...

„and I'm feeling as good as new!" And I'm going to kill both Peter and myself if that little twat calls me up without a reason just one more time! Why do we have so many stairs??

„Alright then. Still, take it easy. You haven't fully recovered yet, so I don't want you talking anymore. You're going to overwork yourself again." He stopped, looking around. „Where's Jamie? His classes should've been over half an hour ago."

Footsteps in the backyard answered him question. „I'm home!" Jamie opened the door fully, swinging into the room. He was red in the face, and there was a large grin on his face. Before he managed to say another word, he burst out laughing so hard Stefan had a feeling walls are shaking around him.