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 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.

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.

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