Y/N hoped that Stefan was lying to him. That at this very moment, Bonnie was doing a locator spell to help bring him home. That Damon knew where Stefan had fled to, and he and Elena were on their way to pick him up. He hoped that when Stefan said no one was coming for him, it was just a clever tactic to scare him into behaving, but deep down, Y/N knew Stefan was telling him the truth.
No one was coming to his rescue. It was just him and Stefan, alone in this chateau. It was like a cold rock had settled itself inside Y/N’s stomach. He had no magic to defend himself from a Ripper vampire. Stefan would never hurt him, but he would punish, and Y/N didn't know what kind of punishments Stefan had in mind for witches who don't behave themselves.
A shiver ran down his spine as Y/N tried not to cry in between making his sandwich upon returning to the living room with Stefan. The vampire had already opened up another blood bag, and was greedily drinking from it. He gave Y/N a suspicious look. As if he knew Y/N was trying not to be sad, or that he could smell it on him.
“Don't be sad, Y/N. I'm a great babysitter. Just do exactly as I tell you, and we won't have a problem.” Stefan said.
Y/N nods. He's been in worse situations than this, but he's always had Stefan to back him up. He's always had Elena, hell, even Damon. Y/N could even count on his magic as well, and now… He didn't have either of those things.
“Good. Now, finish your food, I want to show you to your room.”
“I get a room? What no dungeon downstairs?” Y/N asked.
Stefan smiled bemused. “Of course you get a room, but if you'd prefer to sleep somewhere else that's other than comfortable, I think there's a doghouse out back.”
Stefan led him up the staircase, and towards a bunch of rooms and hallways until he opened a door for Y/N. “This is your room.” Y/N walked into the room that had a giant king sized bed with European walls and decorations. With a flat screen TV and coffee maker. “There's a bathroom through there and a closet for all your stuff. This was my old room back in 1864 when Winfield Sutherland invited me to stay with him and his family.”
“Do I wanna know what happened to the Sutherlands?” Y/N asked.
“Probably not.” Stefan shrugged before he got closer to Y/N, until their lips were almost touching. “Don't even think of trying to escape. It won't end well for you, and I'd hate having to punish you on your first night here.” It was a warning. A threat, but there was a hidden meaning underneath it as well. A promise of something more than just punishment, but something of erotic as well.
Y/N nods and gulps. Stefan smirks and walks towards the door. “I'm just down the hall if you need anything.”
“Wait, you're not going to sleep with me?” Y/N asked.
Then he immediately regretted what he said because of how it sounded. He didn't mean it like that at all, but apparently he and Stefan were on the same wavelength, because the vampire gave him a wolfish grin. “Oh, you want me to sleep with you? Such a naughty boy. I figured you'd wait until later on to act like a slut for me.”
Y/N blushed. “That's not what I meant. Now, can you please get out?”
Stefan chuckled and walked off.
After changing into his pajamas, Y/N tucked himself into the comfortable bed and was trying to sleep, when the door to his bedroom opened. There was a blur and some weight was added to the bed. Y/N turned to see a shirtless Stefan Salvatore. His green eyes were trained on the ceiling with his arms behind his head. God he was so handsome with his perfect hair, chiseled features, and sculpted that Y/N remembers running his tongue over. He wanted so desperately to jump Stefan's bones, but he had to be strong. He couldn't give into temptation, otherwise, Stefan would have total control over him.
For now, he would enjoy the warmth of Stefan's body against his own as Y/N closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him.
