Sometimes, Going Solo Isn't So Bad
AN: Hello again. Thank you for reading my story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Chicago, 1920
"Nik, where are we going?" Rebekah asked, as she and Niklaus walked briskly down the cold Chicago streets. She was becoming frustrated as it was late and she was cold.
"It's a surprise, but I swear you'll love it." He answered but Rebekah looked doubtful.
"Well, how much further is it then? These heels are murder and its freezing."
"No one told you to dress like that sweetheart." Klaus teased knowing perfectly well that Rebekah was not about to spit in the face of fashion just for her own comfort.
"You know as well as I do how important it is to blend in." she commented and Klaus laughed at her.
"And I'm sure your choice of dress has nothing to do with the company we'll be keeping tonight?" Klaus grinned at his baby sister and saw that she that she had her signature self-satisfied smirk on her face.
"Maybe a bit." She agreed and then they both laughed. Soon, they came to a dark alley and Rebekah sidled closer to Klaus, putting one of her arms around his. He led her through to an old, seemingly abandoned building and knocked out a certain rhythm on a discreet black door. Reaching into his pocket, Klaus pulled out a wad of bills and handed it to the burly man who had opened the door. The man then nodded and stepped back to admit them and pointed down a set of iron steps. After walking down six flights, they came to another door where they could hear muffled noises on the other side. Klaus handed more money to the bouncer there and once again, they were shown through the doors.
It was beautiful inside. The club was dimly lit but rang with laughter and the sounds of clinking glasses. Closely wound couples danced on the floor in front of a stage where a beautiful jazz singer serenaded them in her low, sultry tones. A pink sign over the jazz band read Gloria's and Rebekah smiled, yanking on Klaus' arm.
"He's here." She announced and jerked her head in the direction of a darkened table in the furthest corner of the room. Klaus glanced in the direction she had indicated and noticed a man beyond the realms of human beauty looking at him confidently. The man raised a glass in their direction and he felt himself being pulled impatiently by Rebekah to join him. Rebekah swished up to his table and the man stood, kissing her on her cheek and moving aside to let her slip into the half-moon booth next to him. Then, turning to Klaus he held out his hand. Klaus accepted it with a strained smile.
"Stefan." He said with every appearance of delight and Stefan smiled, shaking his hand warmly before sitting next to Rebekah leaving Klaus to enter in the other side of the table.
"I was worried you weren't coming." Stefan said as he threw his arm over the back of the booth behind Rebekah. "Did you have trouble finding the place?"
"Rebekah had trouble finding appropriate attire..." he began but his sister kicked him under the table.
"Nik!" she warned in a whisper. Klaus smiled up at Stefan who was grinning in turn.
"Well," Stefan announced turning his attention back to Rebekah. "You look beautiful. Let's not let that dress go to waste." Stefan stood and held out his hand and she took it, letting Stefan spin her out onto the dance floor.
Klaus was beginning to get bored. He swirled his drink in his glass as he broodingly glanced in his sister and Stefan's direction watching as they softly swayed, bodies pressed tightly together. Stefan's hands were low on Rebekah's waist and there was a smile on his sister's lips that he hadn't seen in a long time. Stefan was whispering to her things Klaus couldn't hear, but he could imagine what they were and he felt a shiver run through him. He could just imagine Stefan's deep voice detailing all the things he wanted to do to her once they were alone. He sighed and downed his drink before calling for a new one. When the waiter returned with his scotch, Klaus asked him to draw the shimmery gold curtains behind him and bid the man to take a seat.
"You will enjoy this." Klaus said looking into the man's eyes, making sure his compulsion hit him deeply. As soon as the man nodded, Klaus leaned in and sunk his sharp fangs into his neck. The man moaned in surprise and Klaus bit harder, feeling the flesh tear as he ripped into it. He drank in deep pulls and only stopped when he felt the man's pulse grow faint. He retracted his fangs and sat back, pushing the man away. "You won't remember this." He said and used his foot to literally kick the man out of his booth.
"Didn't want to share brother? How greedy of you." Rebekah reprimanded as she slipped into the booth followed closely by Stefan.
"You seemed otherwise engaged sister and Stefan's tastes it seems, run towards a more original flavor." He quirked an eyebrow at Stefan and knocked back his drink. "I'm actually a bit bored." Klaus admitted dropping his glass down with a dull thud. "I think I'll be going now."
"Why don't we go back to my place?" Stefan suggested and Rebekah readily agreed, leaving Klaus looking at them speculatively. "Come on," Stefan goaded, "We'll pick up some dinner on the way."
Stefan's flat was in a nice district and was only a fifteen minute walk from the club. It was a cute studio apartment on the top floor, over-looking the bright lights of the city. Rebekah entered and immediately flopped onto Stefan's bed as if she belonged there but Klaus went to stand by the window looking out onto the street below. Stefan left the room and returned with a bottle full of dark liquid and three glasses. Rebekah sat up and gazed at both men.
"I'm hungry. Let's go find someone to eat." She said and Stefan smiled, setting the drinks to the side.
"Sounds perfect." He seconded whole looking down at Klaus' simpering sister. Klaus rolled his eyes and focused his attention back out the window.
"What about you brother?" she asked, "Aren't you hungry?"
"I had enough at the bar." Klaus commented and could see Rebekah's immediate displeasure through her reflection in the window.
"That's alright." Stefan said, "We can just stay in tonight."
"No," Rebekah argued, "We can't. Nik will just have to wait for us to get back. Won't you Nik?" she looked at him expectantly, but didn't receive a response. "Fine." She announced as she stood and walked over to the door, "We'll just go then." She turned back to Stefan, looking at him over her shoulder, but Stefan's eyes were on Klaus, who had finally turned towards them. Klaus held his gaze, but Rebekah impatiently demanded his attention by speaking his name in a tone that suggested that she refused to be ignored further, "Stefan. Let's go." Stefan broke eye contact as he smiled at Rebekah.
"Help yourself to anything." He said gesturing around the apartment, but Klaus just looked at him. Once Rebekah and Stefan were out the door, Klaus heard Stefan speak, "Is he okay? He seemed a little put out. Should we really leave?"
"I'm not afraid of my brother Stefan." Rebekah said and Klaus smirked.
"I wasn't insinuating that you were. He just seemed upset that we were leaving."
"My brother is always brooding these days. It's nothing new Stefan. Now," she paused and Klaus imagined her slinking her arm to lock around Stefan's, "Who's good to eat around here?"
It had been nearly three hours and still Stefan and Rebekah were not back. Klaus could see the sunlight rising in the distance and realized that the couple had abandoned him, probably shacked up in some sleazy motel, the remnants of that night's dinner surrounding them. Klaus raised a dark bottle to his lips and took a generous swig of the blood laced wine inside. It had been a while now that he had accepted that he felt an attraction towards Stefan and a while since he had stopped being angry about it. He had resolved himself to be grudgingly happy for his little sister since it was typically his doing that she lost everything she loved. Klaus could tell that Stefan enjoyed his friendship, and reveled in the fact at being singled out by two original vampires, but that was the extent of his affections. All romantic ties were for his sister Rebekah, Klaus was sure that it was just sex and blood for Stefan, but Rebekah was already planning a June wedding, figuratively, of course. Klaus set down the now empty bottle and sat on the edge of Stefan's bed. He didn't anticipate that the others would be back until evening so when the thought formed in his head; he smiled and glanced around conspiratorially before stripping off his blazer and unbuttoning his oxford. Klaus lay back against the soft sheets of Stefan's bed and made himself comfortable. He shut his eyes and saw Stefan's face hovering just inches above his own, Klaus smiled and trailed his hands down his torso, stopping only to tweak his hardened nipples before continuing on to unbutton his trousers. In his mind, Stefan ridded Klaus of his pants, pulling them down passed his knees and settled in between on his knees in between Klaus' legs. In reality, Klaus worked his pants down as far as he could before kicking them down where they pooled around his ankles. He stroked the insides of his thighs as he bent his legs at the knee, spreading them out in a butterfly position. His cock was already throbbing and he felt a bead of moisture collect near his belly-button where the head was resting just above his skin.
Klaus gripped the base of his erection with one hand and with the other, smeared the pearly bead of precum around his head before lifting it to his lips and swiping his tongue across the pad of his finger. The taste brought a naughty smile to his lips and he reached down to grasp his cock in hand, giving it a firm tug upward. His back arched off the bed and he bit his lip as he slowly pumped his hand over his feverish flesh. Suddenly, his hand was pushed away and replaced by another that expertly stroked his rigid length. Klaus gasped and his eyes flew open. He tried to sit, but Stefan pushed him back down.
"Just relax." He whispered with a grin before focusing back on his task. Klaus fell back and closed his eyes, sighing as Stefan's hand ghosted over him. Klaus didn't even pause to question why this was happening. He was losing focus with every pull of Stefan's hand, the friction a glorious burn on his skin. He lifted his hips, trying to maximize the effect the caressing hand offered him, but Stefan held his hips down with his free hand and instead, redoubled the efforts of the other. Soon, almost too soon for Klaus' inclinations, a delicious fire erupted in his stomach and he curled his toes, moaning out Stefan's name as he came hard onto his stomach and Stefan's hand. His orgasm ripped through him leaving the vampire panting, sweaty, and nearly incoherent. He waited a moment, trying to catch his breath before opening his eyes. What he saw disappointed him. His own hand was wrapped around his softening cock, now sticky from the cum that lingered there. He groaned in embarrassment, now that he wasn't feeling the haze of lust, the presence of childishness lingered within him. Yes, it had been his stolen moment, the closest he would ever get to being with Stefan, but instead of feeling fulfilled, he felt angry and emptier than ever. Suddenly, his vampiric hearing picked up two laughing voices and he jumped up, cleaning himself up as best he could and rearranging the covers on Stefan's bed before hopping out of the fire escape and out onto the dimly lit street. Away from Stefan, away from Rebekah and away from the awareness of the emotion that made him feel so pathetically human.
AN: I may continue this if it gets enough traffic, it was just a random idea I had for a Klaus/Stefan unrequited fic and I just wanted to gauge the reactions of the readers. Please let me know if you think I should continue it or not, I do have a couple ideas on how to keep going with it, I just need to know if the storyline is good enough. It's difficult for me to write Klaus and Stefan together because I always want Klaus to take over some of Stefan's passionate personality and I find myself writing him out of character, which is one of my biggest pet-peeves. Any comments/reviews are much appreciated! Thanks so much!