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Stefan sips his tea, relishing in its cloying sweetness, which doesn’t quite cover the bitterness of vervain. Bright pain scrapes his throat. It’s like swallowing tiny shards of glass.
He sits back in his worn green armchair and feels . There’s nowhere else his concentration can go.
His trousers pull tight around his crotch. Stefan pulls at the collar of his plaid button-up and takes another drink, a gulp this time.
This is like knives - oh so hot - he’s being branded .
His legs fall apart. A cool breeze spills from the open window, curling around his bare ankles.
The tea swishes around in his china teacup. It’s only half full. He’ll have to savour the rest.
A loud smack echoes through the room. Stefan whips his head to the side in time for a bluejay fall, having attempted to fly through glass. His cup clanks onto the side table.
He rushes to the window. Cranks the lever and cracks it open fully. Two stories down, the bird hops to its feet and flaps its way into the sky.
“You seem very concerned over your food, love.” Nik leans against the doorframe, a smirk quirking his pinky red lips.
Stefan stiffens. His eyes flicker to his teacup. “Klaus! What a lovely surprise.”
“You sound ecstatic to see me.” Nik stalks forward. “But you shouldn’t know me at all.”
A hand grasps around Stefan’s chin. He ignores the jolt of arousal and stares into Nik’s icy blue eyes. “Did you come all this way for this? It’s been nearly a century, and I haven’t told anyone about you or Rebekah.”
“I know you haven’t. You’re good, aren’t you?”
Stefan squirms.
“There’s a doppelgänger in this town. Do you know of her?”
Stefan sucks in a breath just to be thrust into his armchair. Klaus squats, reaching for the teacup. His blue eyes glitter as he sniffs out the vervain. “Before you decide whether or not to lie, I need you to take a sip for me.”
A twisted ball of heat clambers down Stefan’s spine. He accepts the vessel lifted to his lips, gulping down a bitter portion. The pain screams down his esophagus. His hips jut forward before he can stop them. “I didn’t know she was important to you. She looks like Katherine.”
“Katerina, you mean? She escaped me in the 1600’s and has been running ever since.” A hand claps against Stefan’s cheek. “You’re forgiven, love. How could you know?”
The teacup presses insistently against Stefan’s lower lip. He takes another swallow. A low moan escapes him as the wave renews.
Klaus’ hands press tightly around Stefan’s thighs. It’s the perfect amount of pressure to make Stefan’s head spin.
“She turned me.” It’s difficult to think. “But the human girl, Elena, she’s innocent.”
Klaus’ hands slip their grip to Stefan’s waist. “There’s a curse on me. Only she can break it. I’ve lived a millennium under its power, and there’s nothing that will stop me from spilling her blood.”
Stefan’s eyebrows threaten to collide. He should be hopelessly concerned, trying to barter for Elena’s life, maybe, but all he can focus on is his hard dick stuck in the confines of his jeans, and the itch to hurt more .
“Oh, I’ve missed you.” A thumb presses against Stefan’s lips. “No one responds like you do. You’re so special, aren’t you?”
“ Nik .” He breathes. “Please.”
“What are you asking for?”
A haze clouds Stefan’s sentence-making capabilities. He groans instead, drifting forward.
A hand on his chest pushes him back. “Take off your shirt, darling.”
Stefan blinks through the haze. His hands shake as he works through the buttons.
Klaus stands, wandering over to the tea-making station at the other side of the room. He clanks through all the jars of carefully labelled loose-leaf. Pulls off each lid to give it a sniff. “Where’s your reserve?”
His shirt falls over his shoulders. Stefan folds it small and sets it on top of the coffee table. “In the bookshelf to your left. Mystics throughout the Ages .”
Klaus pulls the leather-bound book with deft hands from its shelf. He flips through the first half of the book to find the hole, a perfect-sized opening for a plastic baggie of purple vervain. Klaus huffs a laugh. Snatches the baggie and leaves the book on the tea station.
The electric kettle is still hot. Klaus quickly prepares a new teacup.
“Lie back, love.” Klaus whispers, his voice carrying through the room.
Stefan does so, his nipples pebbling, bare chest heaving.
Klaus pulls a pair of plasticky fake leather gloves from his pocket and slips them on. “Look at you. Always aching for it, aren’t you?” He runs his hands up Stefan’s chest, stopping to pinch each of the nipples.
His hips twitching, Stefan tries to keep himself still.
“You’re so lovely.” Klaus grabs the fresh teacup and smiles. He brings it forward as if towards Stefan’s lips, then changes directions at the last moment and dribbles it over Stefan’s pecs.
A blinding, burning pain slides down his chest, opening bloody wounds. Stefan whines, his hands curling tight around the armrest. His hips jut forward in helpless gyration. Head falls back, mouth stuck open with no sound exiting.
Klaus’ free hand traces Stefan’s thigh, drifting so close to the right spot before drifting away.
Stefan lets out a huff. The slashes throb as they heal. The perfect pain is already gone. “More please .” he whispers.
“You’ll get it when I decide.”
His eyelids attempt to shut, Stefan fights it. “Please.”
A squeeze to his thigh. “When I say you can, love.” Klaus dips his index finger into the teacup. Slides it over Stefan’s collarbone.
Stars dance behind Stefan’s eyes, his hips rock forward against nothing, hands tight around the chair’s armrests. “Oh god.”
“Some might mistake me as such.” A slow smirk spreads over Klaus’ face. He takes Stefan’s hand and pulls him out of the chair. “Take off your trousers.”
Stefan fumbles with the button and zipper, then forces the jeans down and kicks out of them.
Large hands curl around his hips. “ Beautiful .”
Stefan flushes from his ears to his navel, a fierce heat sliding underneath his skin. “ Nik .” Their lips hover inches from each other.
Klaus turns them, sits down in the seat like it’s his throne, and pulls Stefan onto his lap. Stefan’s thighs are forced apart, bracketing Klaus’ legs.
His cock is so hard it hurts. Stefan squirms forward.
“ Still .” Klaus reaches around Stefan.
Hot fingerprints sear into his hips. A breathless noise spills from Stefan’s lips. He humps Klaus’ leg like a teenager, those strong, burning hands helping the motions.
“Don’t stop, love.” Klaus hands clench tight when Stefan can think again, the vervain wounds now a dull ache.
The jeans chafe against Stefan’s thighs and dick. “Take off your pants, please .” He drifts forward as if pulled forward by the gravity of a planet, pressing a butterfly-light kiss to the corner of Klaus’ mouth.
“You ask so nicely.” Klaus wipes Stefan’s bottom lip with his thumb, leaving a small ache there. “Stand up.”
Stefan stumbles to his feet. He is naked, standing in the middle of his childhood home, windows bright with the rays of the midday sun. Anyone could see him doing this.
Fingers catch his chin. “Look at me.”
Stefan pulls himself out of his head and drags his eyes to Klaus, who is naked and gorgeous, all harsh lines and defined muscle.
Klaus spreads his hands over Stefan’s pecs, slowly slipping them down his body, leaving blazing pain behind.
Backed into the door, Stefan helplessly pushes his hips forward. Klaus holds him tight.
“Beg me.”
Stefan sucks in a breath, a wind of fresh air momentarily breaking up the haze. “Kiss me first.”
Klaus strikes forward like a rattlesnake, sinking his teeth into Stefan’s bottom lip. He licks the blood out of Stefan’s mouth while they both groan. His tongue slides along every crevice of Stefan's mouth, further igniting the heat in Stefan’s lower stomach. Their lips pull apart.
“Please Nik. Please let me come.” Stefan tries to press forward.
A large hand wraps around Stefan’s cock, holding it in a firm grip. Klaus pulls it once, twice, thrice. Each time Stefan becomes noisier.
Stars blind Stefan’s eyes, pleasure slides down his spine, tightening his stomach. He spills into Klaus’ hand, unable to stop the whiny sounds slipping from his throat.
“ Nik .” Wave after wave crashes through his body, pulling him taut again and again. Finally it stops. Stefan gulps in a breath. His body is covered in sweat and aches.
“On your knees, love.”
Stefan falls to the hardwood floor, curling his fingers around Klaus’ hips.
“Hands behind your back.”
He interlocks his fingers behind himself, trying to blink away the haze.
“Open your mouth.”
Stefan does as commanded, using his tongue to cushion Klaus’ cock. Klaus thrusts in shallowly, and pulls out achingly slow. Then he pushes in all the way, until Stefan cocks and sputters but still does try to escape.
Klaus spills hot seed down Stefan’s throat, sighing through his orgasm.
His long fingers play in Stefan’s hair. “You were perfect.”
Stefan flushes all over, stumbling to his feet. He kisses like someone half asleep, while Klaus seems ready to conquer the world, dominating Stefan’s mouth with his tongue.
“Thank you.” Stefan whispers.
Klaus scrapes his fangs over Stefan’s jugular in response. “Where’s your bed, love?”
“It’s just across the hallway.”
A possessive arm circles Stefan’s hip. “I’m not done with you yet.”