This is just a fun little headcannon I needed to get out. Hope you enjoy!

Vanilla was nearly too strong a word to describe how Klaus Von Reinherz treated his young lover, Leonardo Watch. At least for the first few weeks they began dating. Klaus referred to it as 'courting', because, of course he did; he was a model gentleman, and handled his younger counterpart with the utmost respect in every aspect of their partnership. Leo appreciated this deeply, since he hadn't been with any men before. He'd had a girlfriend when he was in his teens, but that didn't really apply to what he had with Klaus. They were mad for each other, and sometimes the depth of feeling Leo had for the man three or four times his size frightened him. The rest of the time it was bliss, knowing that he was so loved by one so strong and compassionate. Klaus didn't push him, demanded nothing from him, and gave all of himself, teaching Leo what he needed to know about being with a man.

And there had been quite a lot to learn.

Leo had been fairly terrified their first time together, not because he was afraid of Klaus, but because he was so worried about doing something wrong. He'd been so painfully aware of his inexperience that he'd been very stiff while they kissed, lying in bed together. Klaus had noticed immediately and gentled him with soft words and touches, promising him he was precious and perfect and begging him not to worry. It hadn't taken long for Leo to believe him, and after…after, Klaus had proved how right he was. Leo had trouble walking the next day, but he would never dream of complaining when he remembered why.

In the weeks that followed Leo learned a lot from his boss, and they grew closer still when they began sharing a room in Klaus' sprawling mansion.

While Leo had protested the invite at first, he had a perfectly good excuse for moving in when one of the numerous dangerous explosions in the city destroyed his apartment complex. He'd been out on assignment with Libra at the time, but when he'd gone home, tired and bandaged up, he'd found only rubble where the building used to stand. Besides not being one of the many casualties of the incident, the other high point was that the fireproof box Leo kept his most precious possessions in had survived. It had been a precaution against such an environment like Hell Salem's Lot, and it had paid off, rescuing his photos of family, a spare camera, and his meager savings to name a few. Unfortunately, many of Leo's favorite photographs that he had on his wall were melted to nothing, and his clothes, shoes, and other everyday things were destroyed.

This meant that he was without any other option than to phone his boss and lover.

"Hey, um…is that offer you made me last week still good?"

He'd asked, trying his best to sound optimistic, but the slight tremor of anxiety in his voice defeated the effort. There had been a pause on the line before Klaus responded with a blunt and worried,

"Of course it is, Leo. What is wrong?"

"Heh…well, my place…kinda got blown up while I was out…so…I need somewhere to crash. Just for a while! I mean, I wouldn't make you put up with me for-."

"I'm coming to get you."

The phone had gone dead and Leo was left standing in the dark and cold remains of his room, holding his dented fireproof box and listening to the wind gusting through the buildings around him. Less than fifteen minutes later the beams from headlights passed over him as Klaus' car pulled up on the street. Gilbert had been driving, as always, but the car had barely stopped rolling before Libra's leader was climbing out and striding toward him.

"Wow, that was quick! You must have run all the red lights to get here so-."

Leo had been cut off as Klaus pulled him instantly into a crushing embrace, cradling his head against his chest. Leo had not been expecting it, but eased into it at once.

"I'm so sorry that this happened to you, Leonardo." Klaus had told him quietly, and then held him for another few seconds before letting go. "Do you have everything?"

Leo's smile had been thin but optimistic as he held up the box.

"Everything important, yea."

There had been such sympathy in Klaus' eyes that Leo had been forced to explain nearly all the way back to his mansion that it was alright, that he had all his real valuables, and he was alive.

The tragedy had at least brought the two into each other's living space.

Klaus had done the honorable thing and offered Leo a choice as to whether he wanted a separate room or not. Unable to decide, Leo had chosen the cop-out answer; the room beside Klaus'. They were connected by a door, as most rooms in very old mansions were, and it was the easy answer to staying close while also having their own space.

That first night Leo had not even made it to his new room. Klaus had bundled him up into his own giant four-poster-and-canopied bed and held him until he fell into exhausted sleep.

Leo's room remained a formality; he rarely used it, never slept in his own bed, and used it more as a storage space than anything else. He didn't have much to store either way, so really he only used a few drawers in the giant dresser, and his toiletries on the shelf in the bathroom. Beyond that, he was always in Klaus' room, when they were even there. Libra kept them both so busy during the days that when they returned home they ate, showered, and if they were lucky, had time for a leisure activity like reading or watching a TV program before heading to bed for some quick lovemaking and much needed sleep.

Quick lovemaking.

It seemed unfair to think of it like that, especially considering that Leo had no other experiences in bed. Yet with their busy lives and important mission of protecting the city, their lovemaking really did come down to being simple and quick. Not that it was any less amazing for either of them, but Leo began to wish they had more time to explore as the weeks rolled on.

The fact that everyone else on the team knew didn't help matters much. Zapp teased them both relentlessly when he'd spot a hickey, or when Leo's chin would bruise slightly from a heated make-out session with Klaus' blunt fangs rubbing against it. They took it in stride, but one day in particular Zapp pushed Leo over the edge.

They were the only two in the office at the time and Leo was lounging on the couch. He was crashing hard from the second huge sugary coffee he'd drunk at lunch to help him deal with a late night and little sleep. It was late afternoon now, and he knew it was all downhill from here with as much caffeine as he'd already had.

Zapp walked in, took one look at his expression and body language, and gave a huge smirk.

"Awwwww, what's this I see? The Chief kept you up all night, did he?"

Leo didn't have the energy to snap back at him like usual, so he only frowned. He hadn't seen Zapp yet that day, as they'd been on different assignments. Leo had been told to stay here and rest while the rest of them took care of another matter, so he'd been hoping for some peace and quiet. So much for that.

The silver-haired man never knew when to quit, and he knelt in front of Leo's face, pressing a fingertip just under one of his eyes.

"Those are some dark circles! He must've put you through the ringer, huh. Prolly strung you up all kinky or something. Hell, big guy like Klaus, prolly doesn't even have to! He could hold you down with one finger and you couldn't do a thing about it! Is that what happened?"

"No." Leo answered in a monotone, too weary to think before he spoke. "He's not kinky. At all."

The pause that followed gave Leo a split second to realize how that sounded, before Zapp jumped on it.

"Ooooh, that sounds like lover's discontent to me!" He cried, reeling back and plopping into a chair. "Let me guess; you want him to string you up, or whatever other kinky things you've got rolling around in that secretly perverted little mind of yours. But the Chief is too stiff and old school to try anything wild. So now you're unsatisfied and thirsting for more excitement in your sex life."

Leo jolted up into a sitting position, his face blazing scarlet, steam nearly pouring out from beneath his collar.

"Zapp, you disgusting freak! Why would you ever think something like that!? Klaus and I are perfectly happy and he keeps me very satisfied, thank you very much!"

The younger man was too upset to realize he'd fallen for Zapp's bait, which he'd been careful to avoid plenty of times before. Zapp grinned and lit up a cigarette, taking a puff before saying,

"You're not a very good liar, kid. I doubt Klaus has tried anything other than missionary in his entire life. That's gotta get boring. Frustrating, too, considering the size difference between the two of you; the possibilities are endless, aren't they? But maybe I'm wrong, maybe Klaus is adventurous but just isn't a big enough man for you despite all evidence to the contrary, huh?"

"And you called me a pervert?!" Leo shouted, jumping to his feet now and shaking with rage as he let out his frustrations from all the other times Zapp had given them grief over their relationship. This was just one time too many.

"You sick, twisted gutter-rat! What Klaus and I have is pure love! Something you'd know nothing about with your string of whores who kick you out the second you're done doing whatever gross things you do with them! I'm done taking your shit! I won't let you taint something as sweet and wonderful as our love with your filthy teasing!"

Leo barreled forward, straight over the coffee table, his words giving him confidence to slap the cigarette from Zapp's mouth and get into his space. He was nearly snarling now, his normally cute voice gravely with strain and anger.

"Whatever we do in our own bed is our business! It's pure and amazing and…and…hell I don't care what Klaus does to me it's always wonderful and I'm never discontent, you shithead! But just to shut you up once and for all I'll tell you this!"

Seizing the front of Zapp's shirt, Leo popped open his eyes and let the blue glow reflect in Zapp's own surprised grey ones.

"My Klaus never has to be kinky, because he's got the biggest damn cock you've ever seen in your entire freakin' life!"

At that moment there was the sound of a throat being cleared. Leo's eyes closed as both he and Zapp looked toward the door. Standing there was a fourth of their team: Gilbert, Chain, KK, Stephen, and…

"Klaus! Welcome back!" Zapp said cheerfully, nearly laughing the words. "We were just talking about you, weren't we, Leo?"

Leo was frozen where he stood for a few seconds as everyone stared at him in various stages of shock. Then he broke, and made a mad dash for the back exit, slamming to door behind him.

In the plume of dust Leo left behind, Zapp retrieved his cigarette and shrugged, saying,

"Damn kid's balls finally dropped, turned to brass, and then he lost 'em, all in the same minute! That was a good show."

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It was a few hours later when Leo heard the door open. He was in his bedroom, huddled under the covers in the bed he never used. He'd been there stewing in his own mortification until the sun went down, fearing the moment when Klaus would come to find him. That moment was upon him now, and he still had no idea what he was going to say.

He felt the mattress dip as Klaus' heavy weight was added to it, and he curled tighter in on himself. Nothing happened for a while, and then Klaus spoke.

"Zapp explained everything."

His tone didn't sound angry or disturbed, just calm and even like always. But Leo still cringed at the thought of what his lover must have thought, walking in to hear him spewing such things about him, to Zapp of all people.

"Please come out."

Leo shook his head, even though he knew Klaus couldn't see him. A soft sigh came from the big man, and one of his hands landed lightly on Leo's folded up feet. He rubbed his palm over them through the blanket, and continued doing so as talked,

"If I've learned anything about you, it's that you are self-deprecating, Leonardo. So, I'm assuming that right now you are berating yourself to the point of panic over this one silly matter. Trust me when I tell you that you have no need to do so."

Leo made a small moaning sound and a loud huff.

"Now, now, I'm serious." Klaus assured him. "I wish you'd talk to me. What exactly is it that is making you so upset? You're worrying me…"

Klaus, for all that he was being kind, knew how to play dirty (by his standards). By making it about his own feelings, he'd elicited a response. Leo shifted, uncurling from his fetal position. He peeked over the covers, and was greeted by the sight of Klaus watching him with worried eyes. He looked away quickly and said,

"I'm sorry…I don't mean to make you worry. I'm just…I screwed up…I'm sorry."

The words were so hard to say for Leo, and he felt tears welling up in their wake.

"Why do you think that, Leo?" Klaus asked. "I don't think you screwed anything up. Zapp deserved a stern talking to, I'm just glad you beat me to it. Though, I must say, you went about it much more colorfully than I could have."

Leo was caught between crying and laughing at that, and a strange strangled sound escaped him as a result.

"H-How much of that did you even hear?!"

The mattress shifted as Klaus did, and there was a thoughtful hum before he answered,

"We came in around the part where you rightfully called Zapp a gutter-rat. Excellent choice of words, by the way."

"Oh my god…" Leo groaned, and began to curl up again. "Kill me."

The low rumble of Klaus' chuckle was normally a comforting sound, but Leo was too upset to regard it as such now.

"Leo, you did nothing wrong; I'm not offended or upset with you in any way. So why are you in here hiding from me?"

The question helped Leo make up his mind about whether he was going to laugh or cry. Tears started creeping out of his closed eyelids. He sniffled loudly as his body began to shake and sobs rose in his throat. For the longest stretch of time he couldn't say anything, and Klaus didn't force him to. When he did speak it was in a burst of speech, as he forced out the words before he could lose his nerve.

"Because Zapp's right! I am a pervert!"

He sounded so miserable with his voice choking on his tears and his muffled sobs, but Klaus frowned at the words more than anything else.

"What in the world do you mean?" He asked.

Leo whimpered and sniffed deeply, wiping at his wet face beneath the hot covers as he blurted,

"I do want to do kinky things with you. I can't help it! But you're just so good and…and…I'm so dirty!"

The silence that followed his outburst was filled only by the sounds of his continued crying, while Klaus said nothing. Leo couldn't stand the tension of that silence, and started up again,

"I'm a horrible person, Klaus…I…I used to get myself off thinking about you doing things to me that…that you'd never imagine. I…I still do…and I shouldn't because I'm with you now! These kinky thoughts just spring to my head and I can't help myself! That's the kind of person I am! I'm no better than Zapp!"

At this last, the covers were suddenly yanked off him. Leo caught a glimpse of Klaus' grimace before slapping his hands over his face to hide.

"That's not true, Leonardo! I'll never believe that's true."

"It is! I just told you!" Leo sobbed from behind his hands. "I have all these dirty thoughts that I shouldn't!"

"What makes you think that you shouldn't?"

The words were spoken in earnest, and made Leo think.

"W-what? Because…because they're…"

"How is anything you imagine bad when it is between us?" Klaus questioned, and this time Leo felt his huge hands rest on his head and his side, thumbs rubbing softly. "Who told you that it was wrong to fantasize about your partner?"

Leo swallowed down another sob and his breathing calmed a bit as he heard that question. Klaus still didn't sound angry, just insistent.

"N-no one, but…"

"Then why would you think that anything kinky would be wrong? What makes you think that I, too, haven't had such thoughts?"

That gave Leo enough pause to stop sobbing and catch his breath entirely before asking,

"You…you've thought about things like that…too?"

The sigh that escaped Klaus this time almost sounded tired, but fond at the same time, somehow.

"Oh Leo…and you were calling me too good. Of course I've fantasized about other things I'd like to do with you. But I'm the first man you've ever been with, and I'd never want to push anything on you that you'd be uncomfortable with. But then, now that I think about it, there's no way of knowing that without talking to you about it. I'm sorry, Leo, I should have brought it up sooner."

The younger man finally lowered his hands from his face and immediately shook his head.

"No, no! Please don't apologize to me! I would never expect you to-."

"Of course you wouldn't, because you've never known any better." Klaus cut him off, something he rarely did. "Let me put this in simple terms, Leo, and I want you to listen very closely."

Carefully, tenderly, Klaus lifted Leo's upper body from the mattress and pressed him into a close hug. Then he spoke directly into his ear, hot breath rushing past the sensitive skin,

"If there's something you'd like me to do, all you have to do is ask."

Leo's breath caught in his throat at the words, spoken like a promise and a seduction all at once. He felt his unease and shame slide farther away from him, and he chased it up with a question,

"A-ask? I can…ask you to do something?"

A kiss was placed on his forehead.

"You can always ask, dear one. Always."

Leo shivered at the pet name. Klaus had a few of those old school, but heart-meltingly romantic, names for him. Lovely, dear one, darling, dear heart, love, dearest…alright, he had more than just a few. But he'd spread them out so much that each time he used one it was like being punched right in the chest by Cupid's fist. An arrow didn't pack enough punch for the recoil of love those endearments gave Leo.

He blushed up to the tips of his ears.

"You promise not to laugh at me? Or think I'm dirty?"

Warm hands pulled him even closer and a small growl rumbled through Klaus' massive chest, tickling Leo's ear familiarly.

"Never. We all have fantasies, Leonardo, there's no shame in it. I never wish for you to feel like you can't express your wants to me. Would you like to tell me any of them?"

"Um…can you…tell me one of yours…first?"

Leo could barely get the words out, and he buried his face deeper into Klaus' shoulder after he spoke them.

"If you'd like." Klaus said, then thought about it for a moment before clearing his throat. "Well, uh, I'm not above being shy about these things as well, Leo. So pardon me if I stumble in my words."

That was probably the best thing Klaus could have said to Leo to keep him from feeling any more self-conscious. He gave a small smile as he listened to his lover admit his inner most thoughts to him.

"I, um…I adore your feet. They're so tiny and perfect that I can't help but think of them as adorable little doll feet. And…ah…sometimes…a lot of times…I think about kissing and licking your pretty arches. I even think about sliding one into my mouth and…ahem…well, suckling on it whole. I'm sure I could, with how small they are compared to my mouth…"

Leo was completely flabbergasted. He'd had no idea at all that Klaus favored his feet, of all parts of him. It was odd to him, to say the least, but in no way off putting or disturbing. Still, all he could manage to squeak out after hearing such a passionate, if awkward, admission, was,

"R-really?"

Klaus nuzzled into his hair and gave a deep sigh, as though he'd just released a burden telling Leo about his secret.

"Really. You have beautiful feet, Leo. And I think about them a lot. Doing all kinds of naughty things with them."

The myriad of mental images that came to his mind made Leo so weak at the knees he was glad to be sitting down and leaning against Klaus. He gulped. That was…more arousing than he thought it would be.

"That's the milder version of what I want to do to you sometimes." Klaus followed up softly, letting his big fingers run down the length of Leo's spine through his oversized hoodie. "At times, when we're making love…I want to…I have this image in my head of holding you down and…"

Leo could literally feel the heat that suddenly blazed off the man. He swallowed hard and ventured,

"And?"

Klaus moved in closer still and nibbled on his ear a tiny bit before finishing,

"Biting you."

A flick of tongue along the shell of his ear.

"Leaving fang marks on your skin. My ultimate mark of possession."

"Wow…" Leo breathed, feeling excitement squirm within him.

Then Klaus pulled back, settling him upright and wiping at the tears still staining his face, though they had ceased to flow now.

Leo finally looked at him. He'd changed into a simple cotton undershirt and lose pants with no shoes now that they were home for the night, and looked the way Leo liked him best; casual, relaxed, and entirely himself. Klaus' face held a kind smile, and a faint blush from his own show of vulnerability, and that just made Leo love the man all the more. He lifted one large finger to lightly tap Leo's nose.

"Your turn." He said, with a faint cheeky edge to his voice and smile.

Leo's hair fairly curled with embarrassment and he looked away, squeezing his already shut eyes even tighter closed. Leo could practically hear the gears turning in Klaus' handsome ginger head, and feel those attentive green eyes on him. A while later Klaus asked softly,

"Would it help if I turned the lights off?"

Thinking about it made Leo's nerves calm a bit. He wanted to tell Klaus, he really did, especially after Klaus had done so first. But he was too damn awkward and shy to say it while face-to-face.

"Y-yeah…that would be better."

"Then why don't you go lie down in our bed and wait for me."

The huge man probably meant it innocently enough, but considering the conversation topic, Leo's brain was tuned to a more erotic frequency, and he nearly scurried to obey. Going through the door into his and Klaus' room was like coming home. It was so nice to crawl into his own space on the right side of the mattress, and crawl beneath the familiar-scented covers. These were much cooler in the absence of a twenty-something crybaby steaming them up with his tears, and they felt so good on his heated skin. He pressed his cheek to the almost cold pillow and sighed in delight. Several minutes passed, giving him time to calm his nerves and literally cool off. Then he heard Klaus' footfalls, and watched him as he entered the room, closed the connecting door, and then reached for the light switch.

Plunged into darkness, Leo lay there and waited, grateful for the sudden absence of light. He heard a few telltale signs that Klaus was placing his glasses on the night stand, a sound he'd become intimately familiar with. The mattress then creaked and dipped as Klaus climbed in beside him, the sheets rustling as he also took cover in them. Wordlessly, the two met in the middle and wrapped their arms around each other. Leo felt any residual dregs of uncertainty or fear evaporate as he fit his head into the perfect space between Klaus' chin and shoulder.

"Feel better?" Klaus murmured gently, stroking his hair back from his neck and ear.

"Yeah. A lot better. Thanks, Klaus."

They lay that way together for a few minutes, before Leo took a deep breath and began whispering into the darkness.

"I um…I've thought about you…treating me roughly. Holding me down…trapping me with your arms and legs…me struggling but never able to break your hold. Because you're so strong."

Klaus continued to pet Leo's head.

"Is that so?" The bigger man rumbled after a beat. "Go on. I'd like to hear more."

Leo felt a big chunk of his nervousness fall away at the encouragement, hearing the true interest in Klaus' voice. He took another deep breath and kept going, as though confessing a myriad of sins.

"I love your muscles; how easy it is for you lift me off the ground with one arm. When we're in the field and you have to kinda throw me around for my own safety, and can't really be all that careful…that's how I realized…I like being manhandled. Really like it. I mean, you're always gentle to me the rest of the time, and it's really nice…makes my heart race…but sometimes I wish you'd just hold me up against the wall or…just pick me up and carry me around, toss me around in your hands a bit to show me how strong you are."

A slight tremor when through Klaus' hands, and Leo wasn't sure if that was good or bad, so he started rambling before he could find out.

"It's not that I was into bigger guys like you before, as a type or anything. But, when I started to like you, that meant I liked everything about you. Including how much bigger and stronger you are than me. I mean, your arms are thicker than my legs! And your hands can wrap all the way around my waist with your fingers overlapping! That's so damn hot!"

The passion in his own voice startled Leo for a second, and he paused to gulp at how embarrassing the words spilling from his mouth were, but then went on, unable to stop.

"I've thought about you holding me in the air, my whole body stretched along the length of your arms, my head in your hands, my legs over your shoulders. You could hold me that way without getting tired for a second, while you…um…while you…use your…mouth…on me…"

Leo felt the twinge of arousal in his cock at his own confessions.

"I've thought about struggling to get away from you, while you worked to try and strip me down. I'd know you wouldn't hurt me, but I'd fight to escape and you'd just keep hauling me back into place, handling me into whatever position you wanted. I'd pretend to be reluctant, but gradually you'd gentle me into submission and…"

"God, Leonardo…"

Klaus moaned, and one huge hand quickly cupped his entire ass and squeezed firmly. Leo's head was tilted back, and suddenly his lips were captured in a wet, messy, hot kiss. He yelped at the sudden intensity of the sensations, as Klaus rarely moved this quickly. But now he was forcing his tongue into Leo's mouth, twining with his own and rubbing his fingers against his scalp and making his blood tingle and…when he pulled back Leo had to pant hard to catch up on his breathing. Klaus pressed their foreheads together and reached down to pull the hem of his hoodie.

"You're the most precious and delicate boy I've ever known…but…god, I want to manhandle you too."

"Really?!" Leo asked in loud surprise, feeling his hoodie being tugged roughly up and over his head. The air in the room felt refreshing on his suddenly hot skin.

"You're just so small." Klaus whispered, pulling his pants off as well, then wrapping his hands around Leo's waist just like he'd said he loved. "But I know how strong you really are. I can't deny that many of my own fantasies are similar to yours; moving you around like a doll, doing as I wish to your body. With your consent, of course. Never without."

Klaus sounded hoarse and his voice was pitched deep. Leo felt a surge of excitement that Klaus was apparently getting just as turned on as he was by his fantasies. He fumbled in the dark to pull at the stretchy waist of Klaus' lounge pants, until the other man took the hint and removed then swiftly. He whipped his cotton shirt off as well before wrapping his younger lover up in his arms again, their flesh singing with being reunited. Leo squirmed over in the tight hold, pressing his back along Klaus' chest, gripping the wrist that lay over his torso, and urging it downward. As he spoke, that hand did what he wanted, and began to stroke him slowly through his boxers.

"The best fantasy I have…the one that tops them all for me…do you want to hear it?"

A hot mouth began lapping at the base of his neck, while his free hand curled over his chest and played with his pebbled nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through Leo's body.

"Absolutely."

Leo groaned and whimpered, rocking up into his lover's skilled touches for a moment before gasping,

"I'd be over your lap, both my ankles pinned under one of your legs. The right one. Your left hand would spread all the way across my belly with your fingers ending at my chest, holding me down hard. I um…I don't know if you can really manage it, but in my fantasy, you lean down to…to s-suck on me…and with your free hand, you finger fuck me at the same time…"

An honest-to-goodness growl escaped Klaus, and he pressed his huge palm harder against Leo's groin, grinding his own hardness up into the smaller man's clothed rear.

"It'd feel so good…being held down like that, being forced to feel the pleasure you gave me. You'd…ahhh…make me come…then…then you'd lay me out over your thighs and take me so hard…I'd be …ugn…so sensitive and I'd come again so soon it might hurt a bit. I…oh god…I get off on that fantasy…hah…all the time…"

Klaus gave a single deep sound before Leo's world tilted for a second and then he found himself pressed face-first into the mattress, with Klaus' mouth ravaging his shoulders and the back of his neck, one hand holding Leo down by his hair. Klaus was panting and moaning heavily, sounding more animalistic than Leo had ever heard before.

"Is this alright, Leo?" He asked between the hot and bothered sounds. "Can I be rough?"

"God, Klaus, yes. Do whatever you want and don't hold back this time."

"Can I bite you?"

"Yes!"

The hand in his hair tightened.

Pain, deep, but not sharp, bloomed across his shoulder blade, where Klaus sunk his teeth hard into the flesh. He didn't draw blood, and his fangs were not sharp enough to cut him, but it was a firm bite, and Leo felt it to his core. He didn't like pain as part of lovemaking, but this felt like an exception; it was just on the edge of uncomfortably painful and incredibly arousing, being bitten that way. It felt so savage, so raw, and Leo cried out wantonly with how good it felt.

"Uhhn…wow…that's…wow…Klaus…more…"

Not needing to be told a second time, more bites were littered down his back, each making Leo's flesh more sensitive than the one before it, while Klaus' free hand gripped and squeezed at Leo's thighs, legs, and feet. By the time he made it to Leo's waist he was nibbling rather than biting, and the younger man was already a mess, rolling his hips into the bed beneath him and moaning. His boxers were pulled down his legs and tossed away into the darkness.

"Leo..." Klaus whispered his name hotly against the swell of one buttock. "You said you wanted me to use my mouth. We've done that before together…but not here…"

He emphasized where he meant by pressing a firm kiss at the top of Leo's crease.

"Y-you want to…e-eat me out?" Leo stammered, half-amazed, half-embarrassed. Large fingers dug into the fleshy mounds of his ass, his nails biting in just right.

"Will you allow me?"

"If you want…I'd be up for it, sure…" Leo answered awkwardly.

Klaus hauled him up onto his hands and knees so quickly and easily, like he weighted nothing, that Leo gave a surprised sound followed by a pleased laugh.

"I didn't know if you'd ever want to let me do this." Klaus admitted, pressing a smattering of kisses along his sensitive lower back. "But I've thought about it since we started sharing a bed."

"You should've…ah…told me." Leo gasped, flinching as those blunt fangs rubbed along what felt like a raw nerve at the very base of his spine that threaded straight to his cock.

"I suppose we both have some catching up to do on our communication."

That was the last civilized sentence out of Klaus before he spread Leo open and began to lavish him with the attention of his huge, wet tongue. Leo's eyes popped open, casting beams of crystal blue light out into the darkness, illuminating the ornate headboard in front of him. He gave a nervous little chuckle as he adjusted to the feeling of that tongue lashing about in his most secret of places, and then he started moaning. He couldn't stop once he started; the grip of Klaus' hands on his hips, the feel of his soft, bushy sideburns rubbing his ass, the dull press of fangs between his cheeks…it was all so new and intoxicating. So the moans and gasps poured out in a constant stream as he gripped the sheets, rocked back and forth into the rhythm Klaus gave him, and opened and closed his bright blue eyes in pleasure.

Klaus was making sounds too, lusty, dirty sounds from his actions and his pleasure that drive Leo even crazier. His cock was swollen, pressing right up into his stomach, his balls already tight and ready. He dropped one hand down to cradle his neglected flesh, and the simple brush had him crying out and falling forward. He braced himself on his elbows, burying his head into them as he arched back even higher to give Klaus more room. In response, one of Klaus' hands left his ass and began to rub and stroke all over Leo's thighs, then up his side to cup his chest, then down his belly. Finally, Klaus reached from under Leo's parted legs and wrapped his hand around his hardness.

"Shit!" Leo swore, instantly leaking slippery fluid onto Klaus' hand. It didn't move, just held the entirety of his length in its palm and squeezed him. "Oh god…"

Klaus' mouth left him briefly, leaving him whining and cold, but then the familiar tips of his huge fingers were prodding at his opening. They were wet and warm and both of them slid inside easily thanks to how open and excited Leo was. They wasted no time curling up and rubbing against that glorious spot that sent dry orgasms rocketing through Leo's body.

The young man cursed again, sharply jerking his hips as Klaus' fingers began to thrust and rub in all the right ways that they'd found worked the best. In mere moments Leo was shaking and begging Klaus to move his hand on his cock, to fuck him, to do something more than edging him on for so long. His lover listened to him at last, and turned him over onto his back, parting his legs with one hand wrapped around each slender knee. Despite the lights being out and Leo keeping his eyes closed, he had the distinct impression Klaus was still gazing down at him.

"You're beautiful, Leo." Klaus whispered breathlessly into the darkness. "You're beautiful and perfect for me."

"Oh, Klaus…" Leo whimpered, feeling his heart swell with love at those words. He always struggled so hard with feeling worthy of anything, but Klaus never tired of building him up with kindness. "You're…perfect for me too…I…don't care if we never do anything we fantasize about…I just want to be with you…"

"I'll always be with you." Klaus moaned, and thrust himself within Leo's waiting flesh.

Leo had not been lying to Zapp; Klaus was sizable and fairly long as well, but he always took such good care of Leo that he'd never hurt him before. Leo loved how it felt to be completely filled to the breaking point with his lover, and he cried out when Klaus fully seated himself. The bigger man leaned down to let Leo throw his arms around his huge shoulders, and reached to hold his trembling hips in place as he began to move. Klaus was able to strike his prostate easier than breathing because of his size, and every thrust forced whimpers, cries, and pleas from Leo's lips. He held on and rode the waves of pleasure with enthusiasm, scratching down Klaus' back and shoulders without a second thought.

"You feel so good, Leonardo…" That deep, rumbling voice told him thickly, the effort of his movements straining his words.

"You too, Klaus! Harder! Please, as hard as you want!"

Klaus pulled back to sit upright on his knees, levering himself. And he let himself go. Leo almost screamed as Klaus put the full force of his strength behind each thrust, which would have sent his smaller body rocking back on the bed more were it not for Klaus holding him down so firmly. His big hands had a bruising grip on Leo's hips as he pulled them toward him again and again.

"Oh god…shit…Klaus…so good…"

Leo could barely form the words and he scrambled to hold on to the sheets, by his sides, above his head, anywhere he could. He opened his eyelids in the midst of the wild excitement and gazed on his lover. Klaus looked more blissed out than Leo had ever seen before, and he'd thought he'd seen him come undone enough to times. But now…in the blue light of Leo's eyes, his muscles shook and rippled with his movements, his massive chest heaving with heavy breaths and his mouth hanging open as he stared down at Leo. All the while those powerful hips thrust again and again, fast as he could, driving Leo to a new high of pleasure he'd never felt before. The sight of his own slender, pale body wrapped around such a huge, muscled one, made Leo whimper. His creamy thighs were draped over another set that were each thicker around than his own waist, while his hips were clutched in hands so huge that the thumbs met just beneath his navel.

"I love it when you look at me with those eyes…" Klaus growled, staring directly into them, and hell if that didn't drive Leo even crazier. Then Klaus reached out with one hand and laid it over Leo's face, closing his eyes. "But don't overdo it, my lovely…they are too precious."

"Okay…" Leo choked out, as Klaus dropped down to press himself closer, cradling Leo's whole body and changing the angle of his thrusts. It was just as good, even better, since Leo could hold onto him again. He loved holding on to Klaus, feeling his every move under his fingers and arms.

Time vanished as they took pleasure in each other, as it always did, dissolving into heat, gasps, moans, pleas, scratching, kissing, stroking, and disjointed words of love.

Eventually time began to catch up as Klaus once more reached down to take Leo in to his hand, only this time, he stroked firmly along with his thrusts. Leo tossed his head back with a cry of delight at the dual pleasure, and Klaus latched onto his neck with his mouth, suckling hard just below his jaw. A moment later he spoke into Leo's ear.

"I love you, Leonardo…"

Upon hearing those sweet words, Leo poured out the evidence of his completion onto his stomach and Klaus' hand.

The tightening of his body brought Klaus to his own end, which he signaled by holding his breath for a long moment as he went rigid, and then letting it out in a stuttering gasp. They were left gasping heavily together, neither of them moving for a few moments, Leo's arms dropping limply to his sides. Then Klaus carefully withdrew, leaving Leo feeling empty, but content. Hot lips pressed kisses to his temple as Klaus brushed the hair away from his damp forehead.

"Love you too." Leo panted gently, belatedly, but no less true.

A rumbling chuckle replied to his words, and Klaus rolled over to pluck a few tissues from the nightstand and cleaned them up.

They cuddled naked under the blankets, Leo hiking one leg up and over Klaus' hip and resting his head back into his favorite place beneath Klaus' chin. One big hand held him steady at his waist, the other made lazy passes up and down his back and across his shoulders. Leo was idly touching Klaus too, running his fingers over the soft hair sprinkled across his strong chest. At first Leo had imagined Klaus to be furry like a bear, but was surprised to find he was only mildly hairy, and he liked playing with what chest hair Klaus did have. While his fingers wandered they found one of his large nipples, and circled the shape without thinking. It hardened up stiffly beneath his touch, and make him give a soft laugh.

"You have really sensitive nipples for such a big guy." He teased, gently pinching the tip between his finger and thumb.

"I doubt that body mass factors into the sensitivity of-."

Leo leaned down and flicked his tongue across the hard bud, and then wrapped his lips around it to suck gently. Klaus let out a sharp breath, and then gave Leo a swat on his ass in retaliation.

"Ow!" Leo exclaimed, pulling back. "What was that for? You like it when I do that!"

"Yes, but I doubt initiating another round of lovemaking is a wise decision tonight."

Leo raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"I wasn't really trying to, just wanted to tease you a little."

Klaus didn't say anything for a moment, and when he did speak he sounded shy.

"If you concentrate on my nipples, I'll get hard again. And I know you'll already be sore tomorrow."

Leo nuzzled in closer, kissing Klaus' chin and rubbing at his chest soothingly.

"Big softy," he mumbled, "getting hard just from your nipples…"

"That statement is a contradiction, Leonardo."

"Uuuugn I don't care, I'm sleepy."

"As I recall, I nearly made you come once from playing with your nip-."

"SLEEPY!" Leo said much too loudly. "Let's go to sleep now, I'm beat."

Klaus chuckled fondly and began stroking Leo's hair. The gesture always relaxed the young man, and it was something they both enjoyed. A few moments later Leo was teetering on the edge of sleep when Klaus shifted away from him. He made a childish sound of protest and tried to tug Klaus back to him.

"I'll be right back, Leo," the big man assured him softly, "I forgot to set the alarm."

Their alarm was set into the wall beside the light switch, a design flaw which caused more than one frustrated morning of one of them having to get up to turn it off or hit snooze. Leo made an even more childish grunting whine when Klaus left the bed completely, and he rolled lazily over to lay in the big man's depression on the mattress, which was still warm. He heard the faint beeping as Klaus registered the alarm, and then heard his footsteps and felt his hands nudging him over.

"Let me back in bed, I'm sleepy too, come on."

Leo scooted backward into his previous spot and grabbed Klaus as soon as he could.

"Come back here…" He mumbled sleepily. The man obeyed, surrounding Leo with his warmth once more. The young man burrowed into it and sighed. "My big, cuddly lion…"

An amused huff of breath left Klaus. He rubbed a thumb over Leo's cheek and whispered,

"My little darling."

Leo grinned slightly before falling into a deep sleep, without dreams. He didn't need them, he was already living his greatest dream of all, right here, in Klaus' arms.

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:D I hope you all liked it! PS I might post a follow-up scene where they go into the office the next day and there's an exchange with Zapp, but…I don't know yet if I'll have the time. Let me know if you'd like to read that to bookend the story, though 3.