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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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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.

"And I wouldn't want to disappoint you, not on your birthday," Klaus almost purred, nuzzling Elijah's neck. Voice dropping and turning thicker, he ran a hand over his brother's chest.

"We can start in one of the bedrooms that morning and maybe bring that pretty little brunette servant girl to join us sometime throughout the day. I've heard her going on about how handsome you are. I'm sure we wouldn't even have to compel her to let you fuck her." His hand kept making circles. "You know how much I like to watch."

It was funny how everything always came full circle to Klaus' gaining enjoyment, though he genuinely did feel they had a type of shared pleasure.

Elijah couldn't help but chuckle at how even his birthday turned into something about Klaus. He didn't mind, though--knowing he was pleasing Klaus, that Klaus was happy with him? That was present enough.

"Which one?" he asked, amused. "Annie or Bess?" He was fairly certain Klaus might not know the girl's name, so he elaborated. "Curly hair or straight?"

They were both pretty--no one who wasn't could get a job here. Why surround yourself with anything less than the best? He, of course, would be satisfied with a day of Klaus's undivided attention, but he wasn't going to say that. It wasn't as if fucking the girl, letting Klaus watch, was a hardship. In fact, Klaus seeing him in that light, taking that kind of control when he tended to surrender it all to Klaus, was always appealing.

Before the elaboration, recognition hadn't flashed through Klaus' eyes, but then he nodded. "Curly hair." He didn't see anything wrong with making some part of the day about him. He tended to do that, and Elijah hadn't voiced any concerns over it. "Do you approve?" His lips brushed over Elijah's ear.

"Where do you want to fuck me first? It's your day, after all." The sense of dominance faded from his tone in that moment, though the mere fact that he was still the one giving way to when and on what day Elijah might be the one to take him showed how he never truly wanted to lose control.

"I approve," Elijah conceded. She had a very nice neck he'd eyed more than once for all that he tried not to eat the staff.

The thought of what he might do to Annie's pretty neck flew out of his head at the brush of Klaus's lips and the suggestion of how he might spend his birthday, now elaborated. His eyes darkened, and he almost moaned as he felt himself hardening again at just the idea. He tried to speak normally, but he couldn't help the slight breathlessness in his voice, "I very much think the day should start with you in my bed."

He wasn't there every morning--but the ones he was were special.

Klaus always liked finding food out of the house. It was more adventurous, an element of surprise almost always mixed in. If they were killing most of the staff, they'd have to have new people found that were just as lovely and that took effort that could be used on other things.

"Will you ravish my body before the day breaks?" He asked in a murmur, tones of delight and affection in his voice along with a bit of humor.

His hand continued to smooth over skin, fingers inching further down to crawl over Elijah's stomach.

Elijah fought the flickering urge to arch up into his fingers, not wanting to give himself away, but his stomach muscles tightened in response to the brush of Klaus's fingers.

"I think I will," he murmured, stretching and looking at Klaus through heavy lidded eyes. "Slowly, thoroughly, and repeatedly."

He reached a hand to wind it in Klaus's hair, tugging him closer and kissed him hungrily, tongue tangling with his.

Klaus kissed back, trying to put an even higher degree of passion into it. Times when Elijah exerted dominance of any kind were favorites of his--it made his insides twist and his body want.

"I'm going to be eagerly awaiting your birthday now." He grinned at that. "If that's what you plan to do, it's definitely going to top mine." He pulled Elijah toward him, pressing them as close together as they could get in their current position, pushing his hardening erection against his side. "Care to give me a taste of how you plan to be so thorough? Or do I have to wait?"

Elijah nearly moaned into the kiss, leaning into him more, twisting a bit to press against him. He pulled away from him after a moment.

"I don't know," he said, pretending to think about it. "Are you asking me to? Because it is still your birthday--I'm fairly certain that means your wish is my command..."

He nipped at Klaus's lower lip then stood, fast, holding out his hand. "If we're going to do a trial run for my birthday, we should do it upstairs..."

Klaus took the hand, letting Elijah pull him up and leaning in close to say, "To your room, then." A wicked, passionate look flared in his eyes as if he absolutely needed more physical contact.

Unrestrained hunger taking over him yet again, he ran with his brother upstairs, shutting Elijah's bedroom door behind them. His hands rested on either side of Elijah's face, hips rocking forward, and he kissed him. "Show me what you're going to do."

Elijah laughed, hips rocking forward in turn, rubbing against him slowly and deliberately. Pushing at Klaus emphatically, he guided him back toward the bed, never moving away, not giving him any quarter as he shoved him lightly down onto the bed and followed him after, hovering over him.

He ran a hand down over his chest, stroking his skin lightly. Ducking his head, he kissed him again, hand just tracing his skin, light little patterns. Much as he was starting to find himself aching all over again, he didn't want to rush, not when he had this time--Klaus all to himself to savor.

"I'm fairly certain there should be some law against nature to have crafted anything as perfect as you," he said with a slow smile, lips ghosting over his ear. "I may have to talk to the witches about it."

Still satisfied from having felt himself around fully around Elijah not that long ago at all, a pleased, satisfied look held on Klaus' face. There was a certain type of joy in his eyes, excited at what was about to happen.

He wanted Elijah to do everything his own way, and feeling touches that reflected that he planned to take it slow did make Klaus needy even quicker than he would have been if touches were more firm. Needy, but willing to go at whatever pace Elijah set.

"The man about to take me is just as perfect," Klaus said with a low hum. "Though you might have to. We can't have anything even close in appearance to us running around, can we?"

The compliment made Elijah feel warm with happiness, pleased by even that little bit of approval. He ducked his head to nuzzle at Klaus's throat, lips teasing over his skin as his fingers continued their slow, but thorough, exploration of Klaus's body.

"I'm pleased you think so," he said with a chuckle, as his fingers curled around his brother's cock and lightly stroked up his length. "I'll see what I can do to ensure it stays that way."

Klaus' hips arched into the touch, fingers tangling in Elijah's hair. His whole body was still tingling from all they'd done earlier, and he knew that Elijah had to be feeling the same way.

He moaned as he recapped it all through his mind, the idea of his brother taking him now, for likely the final part of the night before they'd curl into bed with one another was particularly arousing.

"You're going to be a wicked tease on your birthday too, aren't you?" He said with a smile, hint of smirk in it.

Elijah cast him a glance, his lips curving in a slow smirk of his own.He liked to have control as much as Klaus, probably--though he was willing to yield it to his brother--but his was a more subtle form.

His teeth scraped the skin of Klaus's neck as his fingers settled around him more thoroughly. "You know me..."

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