manof_myword | As Strong As What I Believe [Locked to Klaus]

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As Strong As What I Believe [Locked to Klaus]

England 1492

The guests had left, human and vampire both. Trevor had taken the girl--Katerina--back to her lodgings, and Elijah hadn't stopped thinking about her, since. Klaus had taken her away for a bit, at his most charming, and Elijah had no doubt of the game they would find themselves playing over the next few weeks or months. Klaus had waited too long, they'd looked too hard...There was a flicker of excitement in his stomach at the idea of Klaus finally having what he wanted, and it mingled with a twist of some unidentifiable emotion at the thought of what the cost would be.

It was ridiculous to care, of course. He didn't. She was beautiful and he knew what she would give his brother, and that was all that mattered.

But he was remembering her smile as he leaned against the window, looking out over the dark gardens. He sipped at the wine in his hand--well laced with some guest's blood--and tried to think of the future, once Klaus had what he wanted, and not anything else that might distract him from their goal, because it was his as much as Klaus's--he wanted this for his brother, wanted him to be all he was meant to be. And that's what he kept telling himself as he drank his wine, then poured another glass and started on that one, as well.

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It was so satisfying and heightened Klaus' arousal to see such a deep desire in Elijah's eyes. He caught the hand, hips rising of their own will at the sensations Elijah's mouth caused to rush throughout his body.

For the dynamic that their lives together usually held, Klaus took great enjoyment from moments like this: something so simple and carnal, that felt amazing as vampires. It reminded him of how they had always been together, had each other.

He watched as Elijah moved; he really did think that there was no one better at this than his brother.

These moments were the best, as far as Elijah was concerned. Just the two of them, nothing between them, no one in the way. If there was a kind of heaven for people like them, he thought this was what it must be like. His fingers clung to Klaus's, holding on to them tight.

His mouth moved steadily, his other hand curled around Klaus, cupping and stroking him while he sucked and licked him with enthusiasm, teasing and urging him higher.

His gaze flickered up, holding on Klaus's face, watching what he was doing to him, how Klaus was enjoying what he was doing to him.

No one else was worth even considering getting in the way, in Klaus' eyes. Sex with anyone else, it brought immediate satisfaction, but there was never a lingering set of feelings like what he had for Elijah. They were feelings he didn't admit to with words, but his eyes and actions gave them away on occasion.

He started to move him hips in rhythm with Elijah's mouth, the complete warmth overtaking him.

Looking away or closing his eyes would have felt so foreign to him; Klaus always kept his eyes locked with Elijah's. In that moment, he simply wanted to watch, even if it was often seen as an expression of his gaining dominance.

"You are...amazing," he breathed out, squeezing Elijah's hand.

Klaus's words were warming, sending a little thrill through Elijah. He took what Klaus gave with each arch of his hips, taking him deep in his mouth, relaxed and easy. He pulled his mouth away, letting his hand take over for a second, as his eyes glinted up at Klaus, He pressed a kiss to his hipbone, teeth scraping lightly over it, drawing a trickle of blood that he let run in a downward trail before trailing it up Klaus's cock with his fingers.

"It is nice to be appreciated," he murmured, before turning the scrape of teeth into a true bite, moaning at the taste of his brother's blood, and following the stream down to his fingers, and letting his tongue take over for his fingers again, pulling Klaus back deep into his mouth, the blood enhancing the taste of him, making Elijah tremble a little bit.

Klaus' body trembled at the first bite that was barely there, hips rising as he let out a low hiss as Elijah's fingers trailed blood onto his cock. His eyes snapped shut, stomach roiling with anticipation and pleasure when fangs sunk fully into his skin.

When Elijah's mouth took over again, he moaned out, "Fuck...Elijah..." the name staggering out over several long syllables as his teeth gritted.

It was too amazing of a sensation not to try to draw it out, so Klaus held onto keeping the stamina he was capable of, letting Elijah work him at whatever pace he saw fit. They'd experienced all things imaginable with one another, but it was still so glorious to see how easily and fully Elijah could turn him on.

Elijah might have been eager, his whole body aching for something more, but this was as pretty damn near perfect as it got insisted his mind. Klaus's reactions were something to be savored as deeply as the taste of him coating Elijah's tongue, blood and musk and something all together and indefinably him.

Each moan was a victory of sorts, and there was a fierce pride that only he could see Klaus so bare with need and want. He found a rhythm again in sucking him, tongue sliding around him cunningly as he moved over him.

His fingers slid back to tease at his ass, stroking around his opening, pressing against it lightly.

Elijah was the only person Klaus ever truly let himself go with. If he were to do anything like this with someone else, they were compelled to do exactly what he wanted and he never lost true focus of his surrounding elements. Of course, they were vampires and never lost their sense of observation, but he came the closest he ever would when he was with Elijah.

He tried to lean into both touches, groan leaving him. His hand went from the base of Elijah's neck up into his hair, fingers tangling there. After a couple of gentle twists of his thumb, he pushed Elijah's head down fully onto his cock, moaning throatily. He gave control back as quickly as he'd taken it, and he gave an almost desperate wriggle against the fingers at his opening.

Elijah didn't fight the urging of Klaus's fingers, taking him fully in his mouth, feeling him hit the back of his throat and going with it. He deepened the movements of his mouth, tongue teasing slowly over him as he dragged himself up his length, then took him deeper into his mouth again. A shudder of pleasure ran over him, like the roll of Klaus's moans.

The wriggle made him chuckle softly around him as he slowly eased a finger into him, pressing deeper then retreating, matching the rhythm of his mouth.

Klaus' hips may have naturally moved along with Elijah's mouth, but great pleasure was still there even if they hadn't. It was always something amazing, having Elijah touch and lick all of the right spots, working his body in what had to be the most satisfying way possible.

He moaned when the finger entered him, the sound continuing as it and the wet heat around his mouth created a dual-pleasure. He rocked against both, unashamed that loud, needy sounds constantly left him.

Wanting and needing to, Klaus came hard. He rode out the orgasm in Elijah's mouth, eyes shutting.

Elijah moaned in turn as Klaus came, swallowing as greedily as if it were blood. He kept his mouth around him, tongue teasing him lightly as he coaxed every last drop out of him. His fingers slid out of him slowly, resting against his thigh, before he finally pulled his mouth away to nuzzle at Klaus's hip.

Looking up at him through his lashes, he let a small smile curve his lips. "Happy birthday, brother."

Klaus took a few moments to relish in how his body felt, the affects of ecstasy showing in his expression.

Soon, though, he was sitting upright and had shifted Elijah to do the same, so that their eyes could meet closely. Utter joy and satisfaction shone in his as he said, "Thank you, Elijah. Now, how ever am I going to repay you for that treat? It doesn't seem fair that the birthday boy has all the fun, does it?"

Elijah smirked a little and leaned into him, kissing him softly--the nip at his lip a little less soft, but still a bit playful. One hand still rested on Klaus's hip and stayed there, curled lightly, his thumb brushing back and forth over his brother's skin.

"I'm sure you can come up with something," he murmured. He was aching with need, harder than he could believe, but he could wait...he wanted Klaus inside him, fucking him--the very thought made him almost whimper.

Klaus' insides fluttered every time Elijah was soft like that, showing how deeply fond his brother was of him. He did it too, but not like Elijah did. There was something special there, and even if Klaus didn't always acknowledge it openly, he still saw it.

His hands moved together, resting on Elijah's stomach side by side and sliding slowly down until they were on either side of his cock. Fingertips slid up the length, pulling away as Klaus kissed.

"You're right, and I already have." One hand rested on one of Elijah's thighs, the other moved a finger over Elijah's bottom lip. "I want to fuck you. How does that sound?"

Elijah moaned into the kiss at the brush of Klaus's fingers over him. It was almost too much, even that fleeting touch. His hips lifted, arching into him, wanting more.

Klaus's words, his promise of something more, made him shiver. Elijah nipped at the finger so close to him, sucking lightly on it for a moment. "That sounds like something I want more than anything..." He glanced down, then back up. "Please..."

The hand on his thigh shifted to give a slow, steady stroking up and down Elijah's cock. For all that Klaus loved control, it was incredibly hard not to give into his moaning of his brother.

He tapped at Elijah's teeth, grinning at the nip. "I want you to choose how you're fucked. How exactly should I take you tonight?" He did want to let him choose, but also liked the idea of hearing Elijah say it too.

Elijah wasn't really sure how long he could hold on to any level of his own control with Klaus touching him like that, but he wasn't going to tell him to stop, ever. His hips arched into his brother's hand and he smiled back, nipping again, a little harder.

The possibilities laid out before him, but he knew what he wanted. "On my back--I want to watch you."

Klaus didn't want to stop touching, but he reluctantly did with a smile and feigned look of pain at the harder bite.

"I hope I can provide your wish fully," he said, pulling Elijah toward him for a full kiss then twisting him around so he lay on his back on the rug. Hovering over him, one hands fingers teased light touches to the skin around his cock. He knew it must be torturous that he was teasing so, but he'd show Elijah true pleasure soon enough.

Head craning down, lips pressing to Elijah's ear, he whispered, "I can't wait to see the look in your eyes, on your face, as I fill you up."

"I have no doubt that you can," Elijah said with a moan, kissing him back hungrily. He shifted as urged, rolling on to his back with ease and teasingly wrapped a leg around him to arch up against him.

The whisper made his eyes flutter closed, need running riot through him at everything it invoked. "Then you should get on with it," he said on another moan. The torture of his touches was almost too much, pleasure rippling over him in waves.

The moaning, kissing, and the way Elijah shifted his leg around Klaus' body had been more than enough to bring him back to hardness.

Mouth still at Elijah's ear, he pressed his own length onto Elijah's, stroking them together for a moment before moving back up and grinning. A finger pressed to Elijah's opening, sliding in as he asked, "You're certain you're ready? You want it?"

Elijah arched his hips again, pressing himself up against Klaus's hardness, rocking a little into him. Want was flaring into need, desperate and urgent. When Klaus's finger pressed into him, he hissed a little, but rocked onto it. If his body wasn't completely ready for further penetration, other parts of him were and wanted it desperately.

"Stop being a tease," he said roughly. "God....just fuck me, please."

Feeling Elijah writhe and practically beg to be fucked wasn't something Klaus always needed, but it was what he'd wanted tonight and his erection pulsed at the demand.

Without another word, he shifted so his cock was against Elijah's opening and pushed inside slowly. A hand moved to rest on Elijah's hip, digging into skin as he groaned along with his moving further inside.

His eyes stayed locked with Elijah's, the welcome to ask or demand for anything he wanted in his expression.

It hurt, in all the best ways, as Klaus pushed into him. Elijah's eyes fell shut, much as he wanted to hold Klaus's gaze, and he cried out softly. Reaching for him, he dug his fingers into Klaus's shoulders, clinging to him.

When he could, he opened his eyes again, looking steadily at Klaus. His hips arched, taking him in deeper as the burn gave way to searing pleasure. "That feels so good..."

Klaus' eyes became heavy during particularly sensational moments, but he tried to look down at Elijah as much as he could.

At the hips arching, he moaned and pushed in as deeply as he could, his free hand grabbing onto Elijah's upper-arm. It was so good, amazing. He quickly sped the pace, his length filling with each thrust.

Elijah moaned, unable to stop the soft sounds that escaped his lips each time Klaus slid into him. One hand slid up to tangle in Klaus's hair, tugging him nearer, near enough to kiss him hungrily, feeling heat prickle along his skin. His stomach twisted with it, dark and tight, his breath coming in shorter bursts.

He wanted to make it last, but he'd been keyed up too long. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure behind his eyes, and his leg tightened around Klaus to keep him deep inside him as he trembled on the edge of release.

Klaus kissed back, teeth nicking lips out of desire and passion.

"I've been a little selfish," he murmured out, words spaced between moans. His hand drifted from Elijah's arm to his length, stroking it firmly but gently as it had to be absolutely pained with need at that point.

His thrusts were shorter, but he kept himself deep. He would satisfied with fucking Elijah in any manner, but the man he continued to sink his cock into so obviously wanted it deeply within.

Every time Elijah reacted physically it caused a jolt through Klaus and he knew it would only take seeing his brother come to make him do the same.

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