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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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.

"Well, it is your birthday," Elijah managed before he found himself literally unable to speak. The brush of Klaus's hand over him made him cry out and he arched up into the touch, then back to feel him pressing so deep inside, on that perfect spot.

When he came, it hit him fast and hard, a shudder running through him and over his skin, making him sob out Klaus's name.

With Elijah, the pleasure was doubled if they both ended the night having experienced ecstasy. Knowing that, one may presume that he realized and accepted that he was in love with his brother, but it wasn't that simple for Klaus: he made the topic impossible to approach, truthfully.

Klaus' hand stroked Elijah through his orgasm, hand resting on his length as he came shortly after. He cried out Elijah's name, riding it out and slumping slightly over him once it ended.

He grinned, body still sparking with sensation, and before he pulled out said, "It's positively fact that you give the best presents."

Elijah whimpered a little bit at the loss of Klaus inside him, after such intense pleasure, but slumped back on the floor with a weak chuckle. Reaching a hand, he ran fingers down Klaus's chest.

"I'm glad you like your gifts," he said in reply, inordinately pleased that Klaus had been more pleased by this than Trevor's bringing the doppelganger. "You know you can have more..."

Any time, anywhere. He tried hard not to give too much away in that statement.

Even if he wouldn't openly call it love, Klaus appreciated having the one person who never ceased to make him happy--he would always be pleased with Elijah, how could be not be?

He leaned down to kiss his cheek before slumping down beside him, running a thumb over his jawline. "I do know. You can have more too, even if it's not anyone's birthday."

There was no better place to be than beside Elijah, naked and satisfied, Klaus was positive.

Elijah smirked, shifting to feel the press of Klaus's body still against his. Eventually, they'd need to move upstairs, if only because sleeping on the floor would end up being not as comfortable as they could be, but for now, he didn't want to move.

"Hmm...whatever will you do to make my birthday as spectacular?" he asked with a teasing lilt.

Klaus reached to pull him a tad closer too, genuinely liking the intimacy of the moment.

"Throw you a party that hopefully lives up to even a tenth of what mine was like?" He teased, acknowledging that he liked everything Elijah had done for the festivities. "Other than that, whatever pleases you the most on that particular day.

"Maybe we can fuck each other in every room of the house, in different positions, that day and say screw the party?" He leaned to nip at Elijah's neck at the thought.

At Klaus's tug, Elijah rolled to his side, doing something he would never actually refer to as snuggling, but what amounted to the same thing.

"I don't know," Elijah said thoughtfully, equally teasing. "I'm not sure you could manage to top my party planning." He shivered a bit at the nip. "Maybe we'd best just go with the latter suggestion."

He wasn't much of a party person, anyway, always hovering on the edges and watching to make sure Klaus was having fun.

As Strong As What I Believe [Locked to Klaus]

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