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The storm crackled above, adding moisture to the already humid evening. Stefan tried to stay still, but he really hated storms. His home of Mystic Falls would have storms that would roll in out of nowhere and kick up the dirt and dust, leaving you blinded. As a child, he would hide in the china cabinet and could only be coaxed out by his older brother, Damon.
"I cannot paint you if you will not keep still," the irritated, British voice of Stefan's lover huffed.
"I apologize, Nik." Stefan replied mostly sincerely. He sank back into the pose Niklaus had convinced him to hold hours ago. He probably should be more self-conscious of his current state of dress, or rather lack thereof, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
Nik had stripped him of his clothes and placed him on the blood-red settee the moment he had returned from Gloria’s. When Stefan had complained about the lack of modesty, the vampire had conceded by pulling the white curtain off the window and draping it artistically over Stefan's lap and the settee.
Niklaus Mikaelson was focused on his painting, his Impressionist style not working to capture the beauty of Stefan's masculinity. It irritated Klaus that Stefan could ride that fine line between being everything stereotypical male and yet soft. Klaus wouldn't lie, when he heard the Ripper of Monterey was in Chicago, he intervened quickly. He and Rebekah had barely escaped Mikael's wrath in New Orleans. He couldn't risk a Ripper bringing Mikael close.
On that first night, when Stefan had shown up at Gloria's, blood still on his lips, Klaus had decided he was going to kill him. The younger vampire would be too much work. But when Stefan intervened, standing up for Rebekah, when those men had harassed her, Klaus couldn't help but be intrigued. Before Rebekah could claim him, Klaus came in and swept Stefan off his feet. Quite literally.
Klaus smirked at the memory and brushed white paint across his canvas, when another crack of thunder caused Stefan to jump, ruining his pose. Irritated, he went to rip into his lover again, but he noticed that Stefan seemed nervous. He was breathing rapidly, and his eyes were wide open. Realizing that Stefan had a real fear, Klaus softened. He wasn't great at comfort, that's what he had Elijah and Rebekah for. But he found himself wanting to try for Stefan.
Putting away his brush, he got up and went to his fearful lover.
"Love, it's just a storm, it can't hurt you. Shhh.... come here."
Klaus grabbed the still shaking Stefan and pulled him in for a tender kiss. Stefan allowed himself to be comforted, sinking into Nik's full lips. They stayed like that for a while until Stefan's trembling stopped. Klaus pulled away, opening his eyes to see something he hadn’t seen in centuries: love shining in Stefan’s eyes.
Klaus was taken aback, not sure how to proceed. Stefan made the decision for him when he surged forward, grabbing Klaus, and knocking them to the floor. Stefan kissed Klaus as if this were his last day on earth.
Klaus, not wanting to just be a participant, flipped Stefan over, pinning him to the ground. He kissed his way down Stefan’s naked torso until he reached his groin. Klaus teased Stefan, nipping his inner thighs with his fangs. Stefan hissed, his back arching trying to get away from the pain.
Klaus grinned, fangs flashing in the candlelight and looked up Stefan’s body, meeting his eyes. That’s all the warning Stefan had before Klaus plunged his fangs into his femoral artery.
“Fuck!” Stefan cried out. Klaus drank deeply, enjoying the taste of Stefan’s younger blood. The older the blood, the more it tasted like rusted metal. Klaus kept drinking until Stefan started getting lightheaded. A little panicked — he knew how lost Nik could get in the blood — Stefan kneed Klaus in the head, causing him to pull out of Stefan’s thigh.
Stefan reached down and petted Nik’s hair in apology. Urging him back up his body, he kissed Nik’s lips softly, tasting his own blood. Tired of being the only one naked, he began unbuttoning Klaus’ shirt, pulling it down his arms. Impatiently, Klaus leaned back and pulled off his shirt, shedding the undershirt as well.
Kneeling above Stefan, he pulled his trousers down, his erection springing free. He kicked his pants away, finally touching Stefan skin to skin. They both groaned as their erections rubbed together.
Stefan pulled Klaus in for a frantic kiss, rutting up against him, heading toward ecstasy. Klaus tore himself away from the younger vampire and stilled Stefan's hips. Reaching beside himself, he grabbed a bottle of oil. He coated his fingers and slid his hand down toward Stefan's rim.
Klaus inserted two fingers, causing Stefan to inhale sharply at the sudden intrusion. The Original ignored his discomfort, quickly stretching Stefan to be able to receive him. He added a third finger, smirking at Stefan's continued protests, "C'mon, Nik, I don't need more stretching. I just want you."
Klaus was able to avoid Stefan's grabby hands and continued playing with Stefan. When he was satisfied that Stefan was ready, he pulled his fingers out and grabbed the bottle of oil. Dipping in his hand again, he spread the oil on his member. Stefan watched him with hooded eyes, more than ready.
Bending to capture Stefan's lips in a slow, sweet kiss, Klaus used the distraction to begin pressing forward. Stefan's head fell back as he was filled, groaning of the further stretching. Once he was fully in, Klaus only paused for a moment before beginning a punishing pace.
Stefan held on to Klaus, pulling him in tighter, sucking quickly healing hickeys on his neck, shoulders, chest, anywhere his mouth could reach.
"Ahhh! Shit." Stefan panted as Klaus found his prostate. Klaus buried his smirking face into Stefan's neck, leaving little nips with his fangs. Feeling himself start to come undone, he reached down and grabbed Stefan's cock, stroking him up and down. Stefan grunted at the friction, enjoying the pleasure and the pain intertwining.
Stefan's orgasm took him by surprise. He arched into Klaus, spilling over Klaus' hand. As he shook from the aftershocks, he felt Klaus pull his legs up changing his angle again and seeking his own completion. He thrusts began to stutter as he came, his cock jerking inside Stefan before he collapsed on top of his beloved.
Klaus pulled out, lying down next to Stefan. Stefan rolled over until he was tucked into Klaus' arms, his head resting over Klaus' heartbeat. The two lovers stayed like that for a moment, stroking sweaty skin and placing gentle kisses.
Noticing that he hadn't heard thunder in a while, Klaus commented, "It sounds like the storm has passed."
Stefan lifted his head from Klaus' chest, looking out the window. "Hmmm... you're right. Guess I was distracted." Stefan turned, smiling, before leaning in for a kiss.
Klaus jerked awake. Disoriented, it took him a moment to realize that it wasn't the 1920s and he wasn't in Chicago. Looking down, he saw that Lucy had crawled into his bed sometime during the night. Easing away from the sleeping girl, Klaus sat up in his bed. He was disturbed at the memory. He hadn't thought of that night in years, blocking it out. Klaus couldn't risk such a profound connection, like the one he had with Stefan. It's why he took Stefan's memories; he couldn't risk Mikael using Stefan against him.
"Nik?" Klaus startled and looked at Lucy, who was sitting up in bed. She looked like she was still half asleep. "Come and lie down, I'll chase your demons away." Klaus smiled bitterly, realizing that the boundmark must be affecting Lucy, causing her to quote Stefan to Klaus.
Deciding it wasn't worth the fuss, he eased back into the bed, pulling Lucy close. As he fell back into slumber, he barely heard her murmured words, "He still loves you too."