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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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."

Elijah leaned into Klaus's touch with a sigh, though his gaze slid downward to take in that physical proof he was wanted. He kicked off his trousers, already aching with how hard he was, each brush of Klaus's fingers just making it worse, in the best sense. Then again--it wasn't difficult for Klaus to do this to him.

"I think that's a fair request..." He flashed his brother a half-smile, before moving, fast and none to gentle to land them on the rug in front of the fireplace, Klaus on his back, Elijah over him. He hovered there for a moment in that relic of horseplay fro a time when they were boys, before he proceeded to prove how grown up they were, lips tracing a delicate path from Klaus's collarbone ever downward.

Klaus hadn't expected that, yet there was still a smile on his lips at the action. Only Elijah could do this to him, catch him off guard and display a sense of dominance without there being any repercussion. Even more, where Elijah's attention and mouth were headed helped him settle easily.

His fingers brushed over Elijah's left arm after they were in place on the rug. "Things never lack interest with you, Elijah." A pleased sound left him when lips began to travel down. Though expectant and obviously physically needy, Klaus remained patient.

"I have to keep your attention somehow," Elijah said against his stomach, flashing him a look from desire-dark eyes. When his mouth moved again, it was to caress over Klaus's cock, tongue teasing down the vein on the underside, then back up to trace around the rim. He made a few more teasing passes before finally taking him in his mouth, moaning softly in pleasure at the taste of him on his tongue.

His hand slid slowly to trace over Klaus's stomach, then reached for his brother's fingers, twining his own there as his mouth continued its slow movements.

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.

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