An anonymous reviewer asked me to write a vampire diaries version of my White Collar story Sick. Your wish is my command. Note: The White Collar story was written to fill a request on a kinkmeme.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries and I am not making a profit from this story.

Warning: This story contains graphic medical scenes. Don't read if that's not your kink.

Stefan sneezed and burrowed further down into the couch as he tried to focus on the book in front of him. Damon sat up and gave him an incredulous look.

"Did you just sneeze?" his older brother asked.

"I appreciate your apparent concern, but it was nothing," Stefan replied bitingly.

"Maybe it's time for you to stop eating bunnies. You're not getting some kind of vampire scurvy are you?" asked Damon as he settled back down in his chair.

"I'm fine, Damon. Leave me alone."

Damon simply crossed his arms and continued to peer suspiciously at his little brother.

Stefan woke up in a state of confusion as he felt cool hands being pressed all over his face. He blinked and tried the hands away from his body. Under any other circumstance, he might have laughed at the perplexed mother hen look on his brother's face.

"Damon, do we need to have another talk about personal space?" asked Stefan.

His older brother glared. "You're burning up."

Until that moment, Stefan hadn't given much thought to the fact that the hands on his face had felt rather cool. It had been tempting to just leave them on there.

"Vampire's don't get fevers. I've probably just been under the covers for too long."

"You've taken a nap for the past three days. Vampires don't nap," said Damon.

"I feed off of animals, so my body doesn't function like a normal vampire body. Maybe I just needed some time to rest," Stefin retorted.

Damon gave him a skeptical look before getting up and walking out of the bedroom. Stefan shook his head and laid back. His older brother's mercurial attitudes were still a mystery to him. He went back to sleep while thinking about how useless it was to try and figure out when went on in Damon's head.

"Damon's crazy. I'm not sick," he told himself. "Vampire's don't get sick."

A few hours after his wakeup call from Damon, Stefan groggily lifted his head and headed into the bathroom. His head was pounding like someone had taken a hammer to it. He couldn't remember ever having a headache before as a vampire. His body felt sluggish as he slowly went the motions of showering and putting on some sweats.

He jumped a bit when he walked out and saw Damon sitting on his bed.

"Come here," commanded Damon.

"Why?" he asked cautiously.

"If I have to drag you over here, you will regret it," his brother said darkly.

Stefan gulped. No way. Damon wouldn't do…that. The threat just happened to sound exactly like ones Damon used when Stefan was a child.

In the blink of an eye, his older bother was standing in front of him. Stefan gasped as Damon grabbed his arm and smacked the younger Salvatore's backside three times. He squeaked and stood there open-mouthed as Damon dragged him over to the bed. His brother sat down and started pulling Stefan's sweats down.

Stefan shook himself out of his stupor and tried to pull away. "What the hell, Damon?!"

"You're sick and I'm taking your temperature," he replied calmly as he pulled his little brother back towards him.

That's when Stefan finally noticed it. Somehow, Damon had managed to find a glass thermometer and a jar of Vaseline. The jar was already open on the bedside table with the thermometer sticking out.

"No. Absolutely not!" yelled Stefan as he tried to get Damon's hands off his boxer briefs.

"Baby brother, you potentially have a previously unknown disease. Also, I'm stronger than you. This is happening whether you want it to or not." He stuck his fingers in Stefan's waistband while Stefan gripped at his hands.

"Can't you at least take it in my mouth?!" cried Stefan.

"Stefan, you have a degree from an ivy league university. Would you like to tell what you think will happen when a thermometer hits the corrosive vampire venom in your mouth?" asked Damon sarcastically. "Besides, I want this to be accurate."

"Damon," he whined in last-ditch effort.

His older only managed to get the briefs halfway down as Stefan tried to resist. Damon stopped to smack his little brother on both thighs in succession.

"OW!" Stefan let go of his briefs and Damon's hands in favor of rubbing the sting out of his thighs.

As soon as he got the briefs down to the boy's knees, Damon pulled Stefan over his knee so that his face was pressed into the bed. The younger brother tried to get up, but Damon was just too strong. A couple more smacks to his backside convinced Stefan that it might be wise to give up. A tiny part of him was just as worried as Damon about what a fever might mean.

"Relax, little one," soothed Damon. "There's no need to be embarrassed. You've got nothing I haven't seen before."

Stefan cringed and pressed his face into the bed. Yet again he questioned his younger's self's desire to have his older brother around for eternity. He could only hope that this current situation would not lead to a return of the spanking. Knowing Damon, his older brother would decide that it was a great new way to make his eternity miserable. On the other hand, it had been a long time since Damon had called him 'little one' in a kind voice.

Stefan sucked in a breath as Damon carefully spread his cheeks. The cool air felt strange on his backside and made him feel even more exposed. He jerked as Damon started rubbing Vaseline on his hole. Damon's finger circled his sphincter before slowly pushing inside a bit.

Nope. This was definitely a bad idea Stefan decided. He tried to push up, but Damon let go of his checks and pressed a hand into his lower back.

"Settle down, Stefan. It'll be over before you know it."

"Ugh, I hate you," cried Stefan without conviction.

"If you try get up while the thermometer is in, I will take it out and spank you before putting it back in," Damon casually responded.

"It's going to hurt," he whimpered.

"Yes, that's generally the point of a spanking," Damon snorted.

"No, the thermometer."

He felt Damon's hand rub up and down his back. "It's not going to hurt, little one. I promise."

"How would you know? It's not like they did this when we were human," he pouted.

"I know because I asked the doctor," said Damon.

"What doctor?" questioned Stefan as he lifted his head.

"The vampire doctor I found. Apparently, there's a vampire in North Carolina with a medical degree. Has his own small-town practice and everything," his brother gloated.

"You googled vampire doctors?" asked Stefan incredulously.

"No, genius. I called some old contacts of mine. No one had ever heard of a vampire illness but they had heard of a vampire doctor."

Stefan was oddly touched that his brother had gone through so much trouble for him. Human Damon was buried in there somewhere and Stefan was determined to draw him out.

"Fine. Can we just get this over with?" the boy whined.

He tensed as he felt Damon spread his cheeks again.

"Relax and spread your legs a little," said the elder brother. "It'll be less uncomfortable that way."

Stefan's hole winked as the thermometer touched the center. Nothing could have prepared him for the sensation of the cold, slick thermometer sliding in. He bit back a groan and squeezed his eyes shut. Damon rubbed one hand up his back while the other held the thermometer in.

Stefan tried his hardest to think about anything other than what was happening right now. Elena. There was a pleasant thought. Elena smiling. Elena holding his hand as they walked down the hallway at school. Elena stroking his face. Elena kissing him. Elena….

"Wait…oh no," thought Stefan as his face burned. "This day cannot get any worse." He tried not to shift as his manhood pressed into his brother's thigh.

"I had no idea you swung that way, baby bro," teased the elder Salvatore.

"Fuck you, Damon."

"Okay, but I'm not sure your little girlfriend will like it," Damon shot back.

Stefan groaned as he buried his face in the comforter.

"Relax, little one. It's not exactly an unusual response. Besides, that's one less thing for the doctor to check when you see him," his brother goaded.

"See him?" asked Stefan in a scared voice.

"I'm making you an appointment with Dr. Dracula if you end up having a temp," replied Damon as started to pull the thermometer out.