Hello my lovelies. There were lots of unanswered questions throughout the Mated Bond Trilogy and I wanted to sew all the threads together. This might be a biggie – I never know until I'm done. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as the other three. As you can recall, Stefan and Damon are in a very established relationship. I know this is the favourite story out of all of my Defan's so I don't need to go into details for you. I'm just going to jump straight into their lives again. This is set 6 months after Klaus let them go after making the deal with Elena for her blood.

I have a lot of work on right now so my usual speed at uploading may be different. Rest assured it will be worth the wait.

Happy reading!

Chapter 1 BF

"Hey, wake up." Damon kissed around Stefan's throat gently and Stefan pouted, grumbling.

Yesterday had been their one year anniversary of re-mating and they'd spent all night in bed making love and feeding the blood wave furiously. Now…he was tired. Damon hummed, chuckled and slid his hands down to Stefan's semi erect manhood and Stefan whined. He wanted to make love but he felt dead beat. Maybe he was just getting old.

"Sleepy." He sighed and Damon squeezed his manhood and released it, raising himself on one elbow to look down at him.

"You hungry?" Damon whispered and Stefan nodded, still with his eyes closed and Damon gently guided him, rolling him onto his side so he could place Stefan's mouth to his neck.

Stefan bit down and began to feed. He exhaled at the warm, sweet orangey taste and twirled his fingers into Damon's hair as Damon closed his eyes and relaxed, turning their switches on. If they kept the switch on they wouldn't feel compelled to make love again. Stefan didn't seem to want to right now. Damon could scent him and let him sleep while he waited for him to be more exuberant again. Stefan sighed and drank deeply, making Damon shiver and hold him in response. Being fed from was so amazing and pleasant like this. He didn't mind that Stefan didn't want to have sex during it.

Stefan kissed his throat and licked his neck, scenting him and Damon hummed happily. Stefan loved to give Damon's neck attention after feeding – it was one of his favourite parts of Damon's body, excluding the more obvious.

Love.

Damon channelled and Stefan kissed his throat again.

Hungry.

Stefan channelled and Damon held him close.

Take more little blood machine, I'm ok.

Love you.

Stefan bit down again and began to drink from the same location and Damon let his limbs relax. Their bodies produced more blood daily because they fed only on each other now and not from other creatures. As the year had passed, they seemed to need less to sustain themselves on and could go for longer periods in between feeding, which made them both feel safer and stronger – less prone to the danger of death due to separation – they'd been there and done all of that already. Hell they could write a book. Anne and Michael practically had written a book on them. They seemed to be so unique in comparison to the rest of their kind. Their abilities were more. For a start no one had survived a broken bond before other than them, none of them had ever split their soul in half to bring their mate back from the dead and none of them could communicate via the transference of memories and full conversations.

The rest of their kind could channel basic thoughts and feelings but not chat to each other as though they were speaking out loud. It made them a mystery and intrigued the others. They'd practised some of their gifts – seeing how far away from each other they could go before they lost their channelling connection. When Stefan had left with Klaus to save him last year, they'd been able to sense each other a little but nothing more than that. Damon had known he was alive, but that was the extent of it.

As Stefan continued to suckle, Damon felt his switch falter. Stefan was taking a lot more than he normally did when he was hungry and Damon's body began to vibrate. He sucked in a breath and Stefan began to caress him to comfort him.

Stefan…my switch…

Hungry.

Damon made a soft sound of pleasure and panted. This was unusual. Stefan must have taken at least three pints by now and he was still hungry? Damon would have no energy left for sex or even an erection soon and he wanted him. The longer he lapped at his neck the more he wanted him. The blood wave robbed the brain of rationale always and now he was sweating and gyrating against him. Stefan stroked his hand down Damon's belly and gripped his semi-hard manhood, squeezing it and stroking. Damon didn't have the ability to be fully hard now, but the touch still felt good. It didn't take long for Damon to climax loudly, satisfied and Stefan suckled for another few seconds before he withdrew his teeth and sighed.

Stefan curled into his body and kept his face at his neck.

"Stefan?"

"Sleepy."

Damon held him close, feeling strangely protective of how sleepy Stefan still was. From the amount of blood he'd taken from him, it should be the other way around and Stefan should be bouncing off of the walls!

Love.

Stefan channelled in response and Damon rolled them over, amazed that he had the energy. Stefan lay on his back but gave a quiet whine at their separation, until Damon lay on top of him and he calmed instantly.

"Stefan?"

Stefan?

Stefan was gone into deep sleep and Damon frowned as he stroked his hair away from his forehead. How could he still be tired? He felt the intense urge to scent him, so he began, kissing and biting around Stefan's neck gently, not breaking the skin but nipping enough to feel satisfied. Stefan slept throughout but still channelled feelings, which was again, unusual. They'd always wondered if they could share dreams or feel each others' but they'd never been able to.

Right now Damon paused at his throat as he looked down at his face in surprise.

Stefan felt safe and loved.

He smiled in response and licked down onto his chest, cleansing him as he continued to 'hear' Stefan's comfort and relaxation. It was lovely and a welcomed addition to what evidently was there powers increasing again. It had been a year since they'd re-mated and everything had been so mixed up and intense as their bodies had tried to re-start a broken bond which was already becoming more powerful. It had been intense, at times painful and at one point neither of them thought they would survive it, but they had and now they had more talents than their peers.

Damon didn't care why, he just enjoyed every moment of it.

He scented his whole body and Stefan never roused. Damon didn't feel annoyed though. He felt proud of Stefan actually. His mate was gifted like no one else's. He curled back around him and watched him sleep for a while, before he decided to get up. He needed to check on Elena. Since she'd agreed to give Klaus her blood so frequently they all made sure she was adequately fed and protected. Giving that much blood every week was draining and although she wouldn't admit it, she felt it in her body.

Damon moved from the bed, tucking blankets around Stefan and Stefan gave a small whine. Damon turned back to look at him in surprise. He was still deep asleep so why was he unhappy?

Damon?

Stefan channelled and Damon huffed in surprise. He climbed onto the bed and instantly Stefan was fine again. He kissed his mouth and moved away again slowly.

Mine.

He channelled at Stefan for good measure and this time Stefan seemed fine. Weird.

He showered and dressed, feeling amazing. He wasn't even hungry, but he felt like he had tons of energy. He felt confident and unstoppable and he smiled to himself as he enjoyed bathing. Stefan had curled under the blankets and dipped his head under them when he returned to the bedroom to dress and Damon chuckled adoringly. It was like Stefan had made a fort out of the blankets and was safely tucked inside. It was cute and made Damon's belly burn in desire for him. He gave a small growl that surprised even him and he shook his head and finished dressing before he stuck his head under the covers and kissed Stefan's mouth again, licking his neck reassuringly as Stefan tried to curl into him.

Elena. I will be back later.

He channelled, not wanting to speak out loud in case he woke him. Stefan sighed at the last lick to his throat and he felt satisfied that he'd be fine in his comfy fort for a while.

He went downstairs and down to the basement to grab one of Stefan's bottles. He wasn't hungry right now but he would be later, so he'd take it with him anyhow. He paused at the door a little unsure of whether to leave for a second before he shook himself off again and jumped into his car. He drove off towards the high school. It was his turn to pick Elena up today, since she'd totalled her car last week when she'd fainted at the wheel. She'd vehemently denied that she'd fainted, claiming it had been a deer on the road but he knew. No one could give that much blood to Klaus each week and have it not do things like that to their bodies. Now everyone was pooling to keep an eye on her.

No one was sure what to do though. Klaus was an un-stoppable, un-killable monster. How did they compete with his demands? They couldn't – as simple as that. It had been the source of plenty of fights amongst them all, especially between he and Stefan as they felt the most responsible. Elena had agreed to it to save their lives and now they were seeing her decline, unable to do anything about it.

As he got nearer to town, the traffic worsened and he huffed in annoyance. School run timings always did this. It was a royal pain in the ass. Still as he waited and queued with the other moms and significant others, he noticed that the traffic was being caused by cars joining from the back roads and squeezing in. That was weird. The back roads didn't lead to many homes. Why would there be so much traffic from there? He stuck his head out of the window to look down the road in interest.

The queue finally began to move and he shrugged and continued on his way. Elena chatted to him as though nothing was wrong when she climbed inside, but he knew she knew how worried they all were about her.

"Where's Stefan?" She asked as she put her seat belt on.

"Sleeping."

"Ah." She smirked, trying to hold in a giggle and he rolled his eyes.

Everyone knew it was their anniversary and she had expected to not see him today at all. She remembered walking in on their last mating and practically having to run for her life, while they took days to recover their brains from their instincts.

"So, you wanna go to the Grill? Can he spare you a few hours?" She smiled sweetly.

"Don't you wanna go home and chill out?" I.e. sleep because he could see she was weak, but she shook her head.

Stubborn girl was determined to act as normal as possible and normal therefore entailed continuing to try and socialise. He blew out a breath.

"Ok."

She grinned in response and texted Matt to let him know that she was coming. Damon felt his chest tighten as he thought on how to ask her what he wanted to know. The deposits of blood that she gave to Klaus - she'd never told them how she sent them or where. If they knew where Klaus was then maybe they could begin to plan something to stop this. She had been clever enough to know that they would want to ask though.

"Lena."

"Uh huh?" She texted away.

"When's your next donation?"

She looked over at him and sighed unhappily.

"Damon."

"Just tell me so I know if I need to feed you first or…give you some of my blood…or…"

"We know your blood won't work. You're not a vampire anymore."

He shook his head annoyed. This had been another topic that they'd argued about.

"I am still a vampire, just a tastier, more permanently attached one now." Being mated and having blood different from other vampires didn't therefore unmake the vampire section of his body as far as he was concerned.

Stefan on the other hand was leaning more towards the other opinion. Their instincts and senses were so different, he wasn't sure they weren't something else entirely too. It had been discussed with Anne and Michael and the others but as far as Damon and several of the others were concerned, as long as he survived by having fangs that he used to bite into Stefan's neck and drink his blood – he was a vampire. End of story. The extra benefits were just that – benefits. Still, since they knew now that another mated vampire drinking a mate's blood who wasn't their own could sever the connection and kill the mate's partner – no one had tried to use the healing effects of mated blood even on humans for the same worry. Mated blood was for your mate only. That was its purpose and the very thought of someone else having what belonged to Stefan, from his veins, made him feel angry and territorial. His blood was for Stefan. It wasn't just blood anymore – on that he did agree. It fed Stefan, kept him strong but it was now part of their sex life and their ability to connect psychically too. It was pure concentrated love and life and it was precious.

Damon finally understood why Stefan felt the way he'd used to. Stefan had always been so proud in the beginning of their new life together that Damon needed him to be able to feed normally in addition to human blood. It made him feel special – Feeder of Damon. Now Damon felt the same. They fed only each other and it felt intimate and wonderful.

"Anyway." He sighed, bringing the conversation back around and she sighed and stared out of the window in thought. "You can't give one this week Elena. You fainted. It's too much."

"Damon, don't go there." She sighed tiredly. "I'm fine."

"Tell him not this week. However he calls you. Tell him to blame me. Tell him…tell him I won't let you."

"And risk him coming here to kill you or hurt you?" She snapped at him.

"How does he communicate with you? If I can speak to him and tell him it's too much then…"

"No."

"Elena you'll be no more use to him if he keeps taking too much and you faint and smash your skull in!" He said exasperated and she held herself, becoming emotional.

He closed his eyes and regretted losing his temper.

"I can't lose you. If he could see how dangerous this is for you, he might take less." He said softly as her eyes filled with tears. "It's worth a try."

She remained silent, wiping at her eyes until they reached the Grill and he pulled over.

"Hey." He reached out for her as she turned to un-buckle herself and she looked to him. "I love you."

She gave a small smile and nodded. He returned her smile and got out of the car to open her door for her. She stepped out and they went into the Grill, surprised to see how busy it was at this time of day.

"Tourists?" She looked at him, raising her eyebrows.

"For what?" He snorted.

What would possibly draw tourists to Mystic Falls? They managed to find a table and Matt came over looking busy and stressed.

"Hey, what you wanting?"

"What's going on in here?" Damon asked, looking around.

"Some convention or something." Matt shook his head, getting his notepad out to take their order.

"Convention? Like Star Trek or something?" She chuckled and Damon sighed dramatically.

"Great, that's all we need, the town full of Mr Spock."

Matt chuckled and shook his head.

"Nah it's for some education thing. People are talking about haematology or something over there." He pointed to a group of older looking people.

They did look like professors or something and Damon chewed his lip as he listened across the room. They were discussing tracing family trees.

"Why here?" Elena picked up her menu, a little less interested.

"Apparently the new Mayor offered the use of City Hall for the conference. Trying to make some cash I reckon."

"So they're just pimping out the town now?" Damon snorted.

"It's the recession." Elena gave him a sickly smile. "Not everyone is lord of the land Damon."

"Hmmn." He said and sat back as Elena ordered food and he ordered a bourbon.

"You're not eating?" She asked and he shook his head.

He and Stefan still occasionally ate food but their blood was so delicious, food was bland in comparison, still textures were fun and blood didn't really have much so sometimes they indulged.

"Not hungry."

"Ah." She smirked again.

He gave her a fake smile back and stood up to go and give his face a splash in the bathroom. He felt a little hot and sticky. He hated it when the Grill was packed full like this. From a predator perspective, it made him on edge to have so much to keep his eye on. With Elena here for him to protect he felt on edge even more. Still, he didn't notice anyone who looked conspicuously dangerous.

He moved to the bathroom and splashed his face, instantly feeling better when he passed a guy on the way out. They both paused for a second and stared at each other, before they moved aside to let each other pass. Damon blinked once the door closed behind him and he was sure there was something odd. He sniffed the air around him subtly and then he detected it – werewolf.