Title: A Taste of Blood Wine
Author: Red
Email: redfic at ttales dot net
Rating: 18
Spoilers: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Matt/Stefan
Warnings: Explicit m/m SLASH. PWP.
Disclaimers: They're LJS's.
Summary: Stefan seeks distractions during a storm.

Notes: Written for the Candy Hearts Valentines Challenge. I'm not 100% 
happy with it, and may revisit at a later date.

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The wind had been howling outside the apartment for hours now, showing 
no signs of easing up any time soon. It had already taken the power out; 
something to do with an old tree on the outskirts of town succumbing to 
the elements and taking a section of cables down with it as it fell 
according to Stefan. He'd been out that way while he was hunting and had 
observed the workmen trying to clear the area in order to make the 
necessary repairs.

Matt had to admit he wasn't too bothered by the situation. It wasn't 
like he was a huge fan of television, so there was no loss there, and he 
had Stefan for company and decent conversation. The biggest annoyance 
had been having to use up a large chunk of supplies from the 
refrigerator so they didn't spoil, and that wasn't so bad considering 
his stomach was feeling pretty satisfied after all the good food he'd 
eaten earlier in the evening.

Now he was sprawled on his battered couch, feet propped on the coffee 
table, idly drinking a beer by candlelight and trying not to wince when 
the wind caused the windows to rattle in an alarming manner. At least he 
was doing better than Stefan; the storms seemed to be setting the 
vampire on edge a little, in much the same way that they did his 
grandparents' cats back on the farm. He'd left the apartment an hour or 
so before, muttering about getting something to soothe his nerves.

Matt was just starting to doze off when Stefan returned. The solid thunk 
of an object being placed on the coffee table roused him, and he opened 
his eyes to find an old bottle of wine sitting there. No label, he 
noted, just smooth, dark glass reflecting the candlelight. Stefan wasn't 
to be seen, but he heard the movement in the kitchen, and then the other 
man was sitting at the opposite end of the couch, placing a glass on the 
table in front of him. It still managed to surprise Matt sometimes just 
how fast Stefan could move.

He was uncorking the bottle now, pouring the dark liquid into the glass 
before pushing it across the table towards Matt, his expression 
curiously blank. He picked the glass up at Stefan's inviting nod, and 
sniffed at the liquid, inhaling a heady scent of fruit and dark spices. 
"What is it?"

"Blood wine," Stefan replied, then smiled when Matt jerked his head back 
from the glass. "Don't worry. It's my blood, Matt, it didn't come from a 
human."

As reassuring as that was, Matt was still a little perplexed, unsure as 
to what exactly Stefan was wanting from this. "Not that I'm one to turn 
down free alcohol, but you want me to drink this... why?"

"Blood wine is a mild hallucinogen and an... aphrodisiac of sorts," 
Stefan explained. "The mixture of the alcohol and the spices with 
vampire blood produce feelings of euphoria in humans who drink it."

"Huh," Matt raised an eyebrow at the glass in his hand thoughtfully. 
"So, you want me to drink a vampire mood enhancer so we can get frisky 
and pass the time until this storm blows over?" He had to admit that it 
was a good way to distract Stefan from his storm jitters.

Stefan's lips quirked in amusement. "I might have phrased it a little 
more romantically, but yes."

"I've never been big on being romanced. I'm a simple kind of guy. You do 
know we don't actually need this stuff to have a good time, right?" Matt 
asked. "You didn't need to go out and get fancy wine just to persuade me 
to go to bed with you."

"I know, I just thought you might like to try it. I've been meaning to 
share this with you for a little while, and now seemed like a good time. 
I won't be offended if you don't want to..."

"No, it's fine, I'm game. Just making sure you're not getting hung up on 
thinking I need romancing is all." Then, flashing a smile, he tipped the 
glass in a silent toast to Stefan and raised it to his lips.

The liquid flowed across his tongue, producing a myriad of sensations; 
the searing burn of the alcohol mixed with the tang of the spices, 
swiftly followed by a cool, soothing balm that Matt could only assume 
was Stefan's vampire blood at work. It was intoxicating, and the first 
sip was swiftly followed by another, a mouthful, then more.

Heat trailed down his throat, into his gut, and then began to spread 
through his body, warm fingers unfurling in his veins. He was forced to 
sit back into the cushions as those fingers wrapped around his brain. 
His thought processes seemed to be slowing down, his mind growing foggy, 
and yet... it was if his senses were heightened, and everything around 
him seemed clearer. He could hear his heart begin to beat faster, his 
breath whistling through his lips. The candles seemed brighter, 
illuminating Stefan's sculpted features, and Matt reached out to try and 
capture the shadows as they danced across the planes of Stefan's face. 
Fingers touched flesh, then Stefan's hand was on his own, and his nerves 
exploded with the sensation, as if the slightest touch against his skin 
were amplified.

Holding Matt's gaze, Stefan plucked the glass from his hand and downed 
the last mouthful himself before sliding closer to him, bending his head 
to capture his lips. Matt opened his mouth automatically to allow Stefan 
in, and more of the fiery liquid spilled inside. It seemed Stefan hadn't 
swallowed, choosing to share it instead, and Matt moaned as their 
tongues entwined slickly in the wine.

He was barely aware of his actions as he manoeuvred himself to push 
Stefan back onto the couch without breaking their heated kiss, crawling 
into his lap. His hands roamed across Stefan's chest, his shoulders and 
into his hair as if they had a life of their own. Stefan's own hands 
trailed like fire under his shirt, across his back. Ghost sensations of 
fingernails remained long after Stefan's hands had moved on, and Matt 
began to feel as if Stefan was somehow touching every square inch of his 
flesh at once.

With visible effort, Stefan pulled away for a few seconds, breath coming 
in short gasps. "This couch isn't... the best place for this. We should 
move to the bedroom." Matt nodded groggily, climbing to his feet. The 
bed was far more comfortable anyway. It was Stefan who guided them 
towards the bedroom, and Matt was glad one of them was able to think 
clearly enough to find the way. Left to him, he suspected they'd have 
gotten lost half way there and just ended up on the floor. They were 
barely past the door before they were feverishly removing each other's 
shirts between heated kisses, the rest of their clothing following 
quickly after. Matt found himself being shoved forcefully back onto the 
bed, and then Stefan was on him, climbing predatorily up the length of 
Matt's naked body to claim his lips again possessively, devouring them 
whole.

It was Matt who was forced to break the kiss first for air, but those 
beautiful lips didn't stop, instead they strayed down to his throat 
where they lingered for several long moments on his pounding pulse 
before licking and sucking their way lower. Matt gasped as Stefan's 
tongue swiped a nipple followed by a playful nip with his teeth. Then 
Stefan's fangs were grazing his flesh, the sharp sting eliciting a hiss 
of pain, then moans of pleasure as his tongue flicked out to lap up the 
beads of blood forming over the wound. Matt's hand tangled in the curls 
of Stefan's hair, holding him to his chest where he suckled for a few 
moments, before moving back up to kiss Matt again. The taste of his own 
blood exploded in his mouth, while Stefan's still-sharp fangs grazed the 
sensitive flesh of his swollen lips.

By now they were flush against each other, Matt's legs wrapped around 
Stefan's as they moved against each other, hands and mouths exploring, 
teasing at exposed flesh, heightening each other's arousal. And then 
Stefan moved so quickly that Matt didn't even have enough time to 
register the vampire was gone before he was in a new position between 
Matt's legs, a bottle of oil in his hands and a wicked smile on his 
face. Matt's gut clenched with a thrill of anticipation.

He arched into Stefan's touch as oil-slicked fingers entered him, 
stretching him so carefully, brushing that sweet spot deep inside and 
causing Matt to cry out loud with pleasure. It was almost a torture, the 
time that Stefan took to prepare him, but Matt knew it wasn't to torment 
him, knew that he only took his time to be sure Matt was ready. Stefan 
seemed to live in constant fear of hurting those he cared about, and it 
was for his peace of mind that Matt waited it out as patiently as 
possible, even if he thought he'd go insane in the process.

Then Stefan was inside him, rocking back and forth, gradually settling 
into a rhythm, picking up the pace as Matt rose up to meet him with each 
thrust. The effects of the blood wine were not lost on Matt, the 
sensations of penetration more intense and exquisite than he had ever 
imagined possible. Every nerve was on fire, almost too much to bear, and 
Matt found himself grasping Stefan's arms in a desperate bid to not lose 
himself completely too soon. His nails dug deeply enough to tear skin, 
and the sight and smell of blood seemed to unleash something wild in 
Stefan, to spur him on, and as he began to move faster and deeper, 
Matt's world began to explode in stars.

Stefan was panting harshly as he neared his end, eyes dilated to the 
point that Matt couldn't see even a hint of green iris. His need and 
hunger were plain to see, and without a thought Matt bared his neck in 
invitation. The vampire growled at the sight, and then his lips were 
latching on to Matt's throat as his teeth pierced flesh. He didn't even 
register the usual brief pain, too absorbed in bliss to notice.

They'd shared blood a few times before, and yet Matt wasn't prepared for 
the intensity of the connection that exploded between them. It was as if 
their minds were merging together as one. Matt felt Stefan's joy at 
feeding on blood freely given, as if the feelings were his own. His 
drugged mind seemed to combine those feelings with his own pleasure, 
amplifying them tenfold, and then feeding them back to Stefan. The 
building emotions passed back and forth between them in an 
ever-increasing spiral, consuming them entirely.

Stefan's climax finally tore through them both, reverberating in Matt's 
mind, blowing all rational thought away with its intensity. His own 
orgasm followed soon after, ripping him apart at the seams, only to pull 
the parts back together and then shatter him into a thousand tiny 
pieces. He was completely lost in the pleasure he was sharing with 
Stefan, unsure whether they were flying or falling together, and frankly 
not caring as long as the feelings never ended.

Slowly they drifted down from the heights of their passion, minds 
disentangling as they came back to their senses. They lay there for an 
eternity, tangled together, sated and warm, Stefan almost purring in 
contentment against Matt's throat. The world seemed somewhat fuzzy 
around the edges, reality not daring to regain its foothold quite yet, 
and Matt was happy for it to remain that way. The wind howled on 
outside, but Stefan didn't seem bothered by it in the slightest now, 
happy enough where he was, wrapped in Matt's arms.

"/Love... you./"

Matt couldn't be sure which of them said it, or if the words were even 
spoken out loud and not a mental remnant of their lingering connection. 
It didn't even matter, he decided. All that was important was that the 
words were true.

Fin.