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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"She is my present to break the curse I bear," Klaus said, glad to hear Elijah admit his desire, even if he didn't know that there was more to his brother's feelings. "But you've always been such a devoted brother, and for that, I'd like to give you this."

If Klaus knew that Elijah was thinking deeper thoughts than simple carnal needs, he may have been less adherent to the idea. As it stood, however, he saw no reason for either of them, together or not (though together was far more fun) to not live out lustful urges with Katerina.

"We can search the world over for a prettier plaything once this is over too," if she captivated either of them to any great extent and craved a replacement. Of course, Klaus was saying this for Elijah's sake. Humans were always disposable, and with his increase in power after the ritual, anything would be possible.

Elijah felt a slightly sinking sensation, like some stone of fate had been cast, but protesting that he didn't want her all that much would only make Klaus think there was more to it than lust, and....he could just turn off whatever that flicker of something he'd felt. What he felt for Klaus so far eclipsed it, though, that surely all would be well. Getting attached to the doomed girl would just be foolish, and he wasn't a fool.

"Thank you, brother," he finally said, letting himself relax, as much as he ever did. "It's been a while since I...indulged myself that way."

A night, a death, or a compulsion to forget his feeding--he hunted, and well, but this was a different game and one he didn't play often, feeling less need for that sort of connection when he had Klaus.

Klaus' smirk turned into more of a grin, all indulgences Elijah could possibly partake of with Katerina playing out in his mind, sparking delight in his eyes.

He stroked Elijah's upper arm, hand resting on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "And you deserve it." He didn't consider that there was anything but lust; after all, she was just another human girl, beauty making her stand out of course. Craving her blood and her body were all he assumed Elijah would want, so he held to no deeper meaning. He simply liked having his brother admit what he wanted out loud.

"I almost can't believe this is really all falling into place, now, after we've waited for so long." He sighed, inhaling deeply. "The power, right there, in reach. We only have to grab onto it to make it real."

Admitting to his own desires was never something that came easily to Elijah. It was easier to dismiss it being anything more than lust for blood and flesh when Klaus smiled at him like that, with the sparkle in his eyes. His brother's touch was grounding, as well, and he needed that after letting himself get so...whatever it was Katerina had done to him.

"Nor can I. But it is what you deserve, and you know I'll do everything in my power to ensure you get it."

Klaus gave a nod that was barely there, a look of agreement settling into his eyes. He drained the rest of the wine from his glass and set it down on a table.

"I've been lucky, to have you by my side, Elijah." His own sort of gratitude glowed from the look of satisfaction he held over the entire situation. The hand on Elijah's shoulder moved to his cheek, thumb brushing over his jaw. "It's hard, to not act now, with more haste, but we've been patient this long, haven't we? But games and preparations will only last for so long."

Elijah couldn't help the faint lean into Klaus's touch. It was mostly instinct and a flicker of craving that had been sparked by the party and his turmoil. It settled now into that certainty of place, and he smiled.

"You are," he said lightly, amusement flickering in his eyes for a moment as he took another drink. "Very lucky. And patience will reward you, in this. We need the other elements and to arrange a trip to Bulgaria. Acting now won't get you what you want. But soon. Very soon, and then...you'll have the fullness of what's yours."

It wasn't right, what the witches had done, trying to make his brother something less than he was.

Klaus' hand slid into Elijah's hair for a moment, grin softening to a smile. "You always have such an eloquent way of putting things, making them make sense when I want nothing more than to jump to action."

The specifics of the curse were not ones that he liked to dwell on, and it was good that Elijah hadn't directly come out and mentioned them. It was easier to think of them as a mere inconvenience, one that would be remedied.

Elijah's words and the way they were with each other acted as an aid in allowing Klaus to have what felt like eternal confidence that his plans would be fulfilled, that they would not fail, and he would gain what was rightfully his.

"We'll have to have Katerina over tomorrow." It was obvious that Klaus didn't want to sit around and wait.

Elijah playfully tugged free, mostly just to feel the tug at his hair, not from any real desire to move free of Klaus's touch. "Well, then--you would be wise to listen to my eloquence and not rush off into anything rash. Plans within plans, remember? I'll make certain we have all we need."

With the moonstone and doppelganger in their possession, the rest was easy. True, werewolves weren't easy to catch, but neither could they stand against them. Getting one wouldn't be a problem. And the gods knew they had plenty of vampires hanging around, paying court. Picking out one to do the honor of giving themselves for the family's favor...worst came to worst, they'd just compel one, but he thought it would be a fairly simple task to pick one out.

"We should arrange some sort of amusement for her. Put her at ease." Getting closer to the lovely Katerina was not something Elijah would deny a chance at, not when Klaus had all but handed her over to him.

Klaus let his fingers rake through Elijah's hair, fingers curling to tug. He liked being playful with his brother, to any extent. They had always been able to do so naturally, and it still brought him the same joy it always had.

"Yes, I remember. Troublesome as it is, I'll heed your words." Anything he might do in that moment wouldn't be very beneficial at all anyway. "I do hope tracking down a wolf won't hold us back." There was a higher degree of impatience in voice at that.

"But do you have anything specific in mind? For Katerina's amusement?" Elijah had always been good with details, providing what was needed at the appropriate times, so that they could act out their plans together. It only seemed natural to Klaus that he might have some sort of activity in mind that Katerina would enjoy.

If Elijah were a cat, he probably would have been purring, which would have been amusing in its irony, perhaps, but he was well pleased with the touches, and petting.

He reached out to touch Klaus's cheek again softly, soothingly. "We've had people keeping track of where packs are. Most of them don't roam too far out of their territory. Snagging ourselves one shouldn't be a problem, especially if we grab them at the new moon." Farthest from the full moon, it seemed the easiest time to grab one, then stash it somewhere for two weeks.

"I don't know what she might like, but we should find out if she rides. We could take the falcons out, show her our land at the same time. It's what she'd expect if we were courting her." Which, well--no one would expect them both to court her, but Klaus knew what he meant. There was generally more of a "we" than an "I" in Elijah's plans. "Not as bloody a hunt as I know you prefer, but there's the thrill of the chase, nonetheless."

It would sound completely off if either of them started speaking in frequent "I"s rather than "We"s. Even though it was Klaus that was under the curse, he had always imagined having Elijah with him forever. Regaining his natural birthright, giving him what he deserved, was just part of their life right now. Why not get everything they deserved? After all, he would do anything and everything to give his brother what he craved. Even if Klaus didn't come out and say it often, he was just as devoted to Elijah as Elijah was to him.

"You're right. Maybe I worry too much, when every detail has had such minute attention paid to it." Yet, there was so much on the line, at the same time.

Klaus made a pleased sound at the soft touch, eyes shutting for a moment. When they opened again, his fingers ran deeper into Elijah's hair, gripping a little possessively, though not painfully. "I like the idea, tameness and all. She seems easy to please, or perhaps it's that we're good company."

"You do worry too much," Elijah said. "You know I'll take care of it..."

He hummed something wordless and pleased and moved closer, well into Klaus's space, at the tighter grip in his hair. There was a thrill at the possessiveness of it, of knowing he belonged somewhere, to someone. "We are excellent company," he murmured. "And I'm glad you like the idea. Hopefully, so will the lady."

Though they could tell her to, if she turned out to not be quite as charming by daylight.

"She will, even if we have to...nudge her in the right direction," Klaus said, voice lower once Elijah had shifted further toward him. "Though for now, perhaps we should find something to do to bring the night even closer to perfection."

His fingers tugged lightly in hair, eyes peering into Elijah's expectantly. "After everything you've done for me," even though he hadn't been the one to find Katerina, that fact didn't matter. "I'd like to do something for you, to make you as satisfied as I feel right now."

Katerina was quite suddenly the last thing on Elijah's mind, as his eyes darkened a little with the heat of the suggestion in Klaus's voice.

His lips curved in a slow, equally suggestive smile. "What exactly dd you have in mind?"

"I'd say whatever your heart desires," Klaus practically breathed out, his other hand moving to Elijah's chest and working it's way down to rest over the front of his pants. He applied only a small amount of pressure, giving further way to what he had in mind. "After all, the possibilities are truly endless between us."

Elijah held his gaze, even as his hips pressed slightly forward into that teasing touch. "That's a rather wide scope," he said, leaning in to nip at Klaus's jaw. "There's rather a lot I find myself desiring."

"What do you find the most desirable, right now?" Klaus asked, fingers brushing lightly over cloth. His eyelids grew heavier at the nip, almost closing.

That was simple, where the other questions had been harder. This answer was immediate and heartfelt as Elijah shifted closer and brought his lips close enough to be within a breath of Klaus's, near brushing over his as he spoke. "You."

Klaus' mouth opened enough for his teeth to show, and they grazed along Elijah's bottom lip. It was brief, but drew a tiny bit of blood and he brushed his lips over his brother's, tongue darting out to lick over where the graze had been. "And how do you want me?"

Elijah shuddered at the brush of Klaus's mouth, the sting of pain and sweet pleasure that followed. The offer implicit in the question made a deeper shiver run through his body, but he wasn't going to press his luck by all the images that sent flickering through his head. He knew--and was quite fond, really--of his place in the dynamics of this relationship. "Naked. By the fire." He returned the ghost of a kiss with a pleased sound. "Inside me."

"Nothing would please me more," Klaus said, satisfaction filling his eyes at the imagery of what Elijah had requested. It was the response he was aiming for, but hearing those words brought forth an even deeper want.

He took Elijah's hand in his own, tugging him lightly. "I can think of no better way to bring an end to the evening," he leaned to whisper in his ear, "then to fill you up and watch the flames dance off your skin."

Elijah shivered at the whisper, and found himself smirking just a bit as he allowed himself to be tugged toward the fire. "Then I suppose we'll both be ending the night on a satisfied note," he murmured back. "And I think we both need to get out of these clothes."

He stripped off his doublet as he said it, letting it fall to the floor.

Klaus did the same, pulling at the waist of Elijah's pants and tugging them down ever so slightly, leaving them to hang loosely over his hips.

His hands rested on either hip, eyes giving Elijah's body a long look before peering into his eyes. "I don't believe I'll ever stop wanting you, Elijah."

Elijah liked the weight of Klaus's gaze on him, the crawling sensation of want in his stomach growing under the heat of it. His skin seemed to burn under his brother's fingers, even as he reached to undo the fastenings of Klaus's pants in turn, pushing them down.

His lips curved in a bit of a smirk as he held Klaus's gaze. "That's good to know. I cant imagine how dull eternity would be without you by my side."

"Thankfully that's not something to worry about," Klaus said, running fingers up and down Elijah's cheek. He sighed audibly when his pants were pushed down, already hardening erection feeling a little more freedom. He stepped out of them, nudging them away and pulled Elijah's the rest of the way down.

His thumbs brushed down over Elijah's pelvis, creeping onto his inner thighs to tease. "Do you think you'd like to give me one last present? You've always been so skilled with your mouth, after all."

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