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Chapter One

Elijah walked into the room, not seeing his brother in the darkened corner. Pulling off his suit jacket, he placed it carefully on the back of a chair and then proceeded to undo his cuff-links. He started to roll the sleeves deftly, folding the material up his forearm, exposing lithe muscle beneath flesh. He paused on the other arm then straightened as he sensed him, a smirk on his lips as he moved just right so the faint smell of a woman's perfume on his shirt drifted toward Niklaus. He barely hid his smirk at the growl he received.

"Good evening, brother," Elijah spoke, his tone aloof when he felt anything but. He had felt his desire rising from the moment he'd sensed Niklaus. Now, it was at an all-time high as he taunted his younger brother into make the first move.

"Elijah," he heard in a tone that matched his. He breathed in, forcing the breath to come slow and his body to freeze in the state it was in when he heard Niklaus rise from the chair and make his way forward. The elder Mikaelson moved to the side bar, filling a canter with the amber-colored liquid—it was with a smirk that he realized it was the same color as the eyes of his brother's wolf.

"Would you like another drink, Niklaus? I can only assume you've been drinking since you arrived home?"

The Hybrid swirled what was left in his glass before knocking it back. "Of course, Elijah," Klaus spoke, making sure to trail his hand along his brother's arm as he set his glass on the bar to be refilled, "I am rather thirsty..."

The lecherous look on his face and the hand on his skin had Elijah's Red Door lock turning before he snapped it back in place. He breathed and poured the liquor into the glass, ignoring as best he could the feel of Niklaus' eyes watching him. He passed it back, their fingers grazing, before he poured himself a glass. He waited, but Niklaus wanted to wait as well. He was itching to see how much his controlled brother could take before the lock on the Door was broken and, with a smirk, he backed away and sauntered to his seat.

"So, brother," the brunet asked the blond, turning slowly. He swept past the Hybrid deliberately, making sure the perfume filled Niklaus' senses. "What have you been up to?"

Elijah knew what game his brother was playing and was determined not to crack. He stood by the window, ignoring the intense stare at his back when Niklaus answered. "Hmm. I had a talk with Camille today. She seems to be under the impression that I'm interested in her..."

The Original's eyes tightened and he trapped his jaw shut to keep from growling. He did not move for a few seconds before he turned around, a pleasant smile on his face. "And why might she think that?"

Klaus smirked internally at the stiffness of his brother's form. This was going to be easy. "I would not know. Perhaps she is tired of Marcel and thought I would be a better suitor for her. What do you think, Elijah? Should I pursue her? Or play hard to get?"

Elijah chuckled as his wrist worked the liquor in the glass he was holding, spinning it around. His brother would be disappointed. "Whatever you prefer, brother... though I happen to believe it would be a waste of your time."

Klaus's eyes narrowed before the look cleared. He rose to refill his glass yet again. "And why is that, brother? I know for a fact she prefers blonds to brunets. I think we would make the perfect couple. Personally, I don't see the issue. Why do you?"

His brother smirked. "Because I know for a fact that she is immensely happy with Marcellus," he told Niklaus who straightened his features then, swallowing.

That's right, brother, Elijah thought to himself. Nice try.

Niklaus remained calm, having more than one trick up his sleeve. "Is she? Congratulations to them, then." Just before he could speak, his phone rang and when he looked at the screen, he could not contain his glee.

"Caroline, sweetheart. You called?"

Elijah sighed, deciding to play a trick of his own. While his brother played about on his phone with the airhead Elijah secretly despised, the elder Mikaelson spun toward his en suite. He walked through and turned on the water before walking back out as he began to remove his clothes—close enough that the remnants of perfume still on his clothes and his skin drifted over to Niklaus. He would not be washing the scent off, it seemed. The younger Original was only paying half-attention as the blonde prattled on about graduation and prom and Tyler Lockwood. When he heard the running water from Elijah's rooms, he spared Caroline nothing as he promptly hung up, following his brother. Elijah smirked as he heard the hybrid making his way to him. He bent over just as Niklaus reached the door, quite naked, and began to slowly undo his shoe laces before stepping out of them. Then, of course, there were his socks...

Klaus froze at the glorious sight before him. He stared for a moment, caught up in his mental fantasies, before Elijah stood to his feet, tossing his black socks over with his clothes. It was then Klaus smelt the woman's perfume again and his visage flashed.

"Something you need, Niklaus?" his brother asked.

"Indeed, there is," he snarled and in a flash he was behind a very smug Elijah, gripping his hips for a moment before he slammed him into the wall. "Perhaps the question that should have been asked is what have you been up to?"

"Temper, temper, brother," Elijah replied with amusement to which Klaus responded with a low growl and a tightening of his hands on his brother's hips. "The only thing I can say is that her blood was exquisite."

Elijah's face darkened with his visage as he finished and Klaus's eyes narrowed. "You do not feed from the vein, brother. What game are you playing at?"

"We all have our secrets, Niklaus," Elijah said, raising an eyebrow at his brother. "You would know that better than any other." He turned and forced himself out of his brother's grip, his face nonchalant. "Now, if that is all?"

Shaking the lust-inducing thought of Elijah feeding from a woman's neck from his mind, he tackled his brother, snarling as he was flipped over almost immediately.

"What did I speak of about temper, brother?" Elijah said seductively as he leaned down and nipped Klaus's jaw before pulling back. "You must learn to control yourself..."

"Sod off, Elijah," he said, voice snarly as he gripped him tight. "What are you bloody playing at?"

"I haven't an idea what you're speaking of," he said, breaking out of the Hybrid's hold to turn off the water. "And frankly, I haven't the patience for it." Then he turned and lowered himself into the tub.

Klaus contemplated his next action carefully. Elijah seemed to know all of his tricks like the back of his hand. Therefore, the only thing left to do was to play along. As Elijah relaxed into the steaming hot water, he noticed the shower room door and grinned. Why Elijah needed a shower and a tub was beyond him, but he would use it to his advantage.

"I do believe you have your own bathroom, Niklaus," Elijah said, somewhat disgruntled as his brother determinedly ripped through the door to the shower. His hands gripped the edges of the bath tight as the water was turned on and his brother's voice carried from the shower room.

"Yes, I do, brother, but your shower gets to places that I cannot reach on my own and since you are there and not here, I shall have to do it myself."

Elijah closed his eyes slowly, stiffening in all ways of the word's meaning as his brother's clothes dropped one by one to the tiled floor. "Pity, I suppose..." he began, "But then have you been a good boy, Niklaus? Something tells me you have not..."

Klaus smirked as he stepped into the spray, leaning his head back and allowing his hair to get wet. "No, I have not, brother. Would you like to punish me for my devious deeds? Although, in my opinion, I don't think just once will do the trick..."

"No," Elijah agreed. He pondered and smirked at the sound of Niklaus pausing in the shower, knowing his movement was caused by alarm at Elijah's decisive tone. But then he continued after a moment. "No, I believe the point will have to be driven into you quite a few times, brother. But unfortunately, I am rather tired. I had quite the long day..."

Klaus tilted his head as he looked down and grinned. Turning his body towards the back wall, he leaned one hand on the tiled wall while the other trailed down, knowing his brother would hear. Once he had reached his destination, he gripped hard, causing a long, low groan to escape through his gritted teeth.

"That might prove to be a problem, dear Elijah," he panted out, "you see, I have a bit of an itch I need to scratch. Desperate to, really... You did say I wasn't allowed, brother. I've broken one of your rules..."

Elijah couldn't keep the low growl at bay and his grip on the side of the tub tightened even further, porcelain cracking under the pressure. Klaus continued his ministrations, dragging his hand down and hissing slightly as he twisted at the end, his slim hips beginning to move in time with his stokes. "Niklaus, make just one more move and you'll not see me for a month," he swore. He smirked as he heard his brother trip up in his tempo though he was very disappointed when he quickly carried on. "Elena called today..."

Klaus sped up in his attentions slightly, gasping out quietly in cadence as he closed his eyes, envisioning his brother doing this for him. He chuckled breathlessly at Elijah's words, his voice husky with pleasure. "Elijah, I think we both know you are grasping at straws. Drop your control, brother, and join me."

"And why should I do that?" he asked from his sudden position in the doorway. His dark eyes watched his brother as he stood naked as the day he was born. Klaus stopped and turned around. Elijah took a step forward, his eyes roaming over his brother's flesh. "I have to leave tomorrow morning, Niklaus."

Looking into his brother's eyes, the blue of his darkening until almost navy at the scent of his brother as it wreaked havoc on his senses. "Then I suppose I will have to make sure you feel me for the entire length... of your trip." Klaus stepped forward as well, not wasting any time in gripping his brother firmly, smirking at the hitch in his breath. "What say you, brother? Feeling up to the task?"

Elijah smirked, knocking his brother's hands off him before speeding him into the wall, the both of them back under the water. "It seems I have to worry about your attention far more than you do mine." He trailed his eyes between their bodies, leaning forward to grind against the Hybrid. "Besides, are you not going to question where I'll be, Niklaus?"

The Hybrid snarled at the feeling of skin against skin, scowling when Elijah stopped and smirked, waiting for his answer. "What? More of your trickery, Elijah? I don't bloody care." Wrapping his hand in his brother's hair, he pulled him forward, their kiss deepening almost immediately. Klaus pulled back and nipped Elijah's bottom lip.

"Wherever you are going, whoever you meet..." he paused here to lave his tongue over his brother's neck, "you will feel me and only me." His visage began to crawl and he bared his fangs with a snarl before he struck, sinking his teeth into his brother's skin.

Elijah moaned, his hand reaching up to hold his brother in place. He'd missed the feel of his lips on his skin, of his teeth embedded in his neck and his tongue sucking. Niklaus' hands were trailing his body with greed, planting his brand on the elder Mikaelson's skin. He was far more affected by Elijah's teasing than he'd admitted.

"Mystic Falls," Elijah gasped out, and then he pulled away from the blond and pushed him back to assume control. Niklaus heard the words, but it was through a haze that his brother's blood had caused. Visage still exposed, he swiped his thumb over the corner of his mouth and sucked on it, never moving his gaze from Elijah's.

"And what business, may I ask—" his visage darkened even further as he finally understood what his brother said, "—do you have in that armpit of civilization?"

Elijah trailed his hand over Klaus's skin as he spoke. "Elena needs help with a certain Hybrid that you sired. Apparently, Damon and Stefan Salvatore have come to their senses and left her behind and Tyler is after her. Why she called me, I have no idea, but—" he changed the pressure of his finger when he reached a bite-like scar just below Klaus's ear, "—I suppose I will bring her here, where you can do as you please with her."

"On the contrary, Elijah," Klaus said with a wolfish grin, leaning into his touch. "I'll join you in Mystic Falls... if it's a Hybrid of mine that's an issue then I can help and, while you jest, I know you'd prefer we not be parted." He raised his eyebrows at his brother, a small smile on his face. "What's the harm, brother?"

Elijah chuckled, smirking as he brushed his lips against his brother's gently, pulling back when Niklaus leaned forward to deepen it. "The harm, Niklaus, is you slaughtering every woman and man to lay their eyes on me. If you are to be with me, you will behave yourself, do I make myself clear?"

The blond rolled his eyes, smirking. "Not a problem if we simply made our relationship known, Elijah..." He trailed his lips over his mark on his brother's skin, licking it. The elder Mikaelson shuddered at the feeling, allowing it for a moment before he pushed Niklaus back, staring into his eyes.

"Is that what you want, brother? To come out of the closet?" Elijah's dark brown eyes were lit with amusement at the human term. Niklaus smiled and continued his ministrations on his brother's skin, his voice no longer full of mirth but rather quite serious when he answered simply:

"Yes."

Then he slowly peeked up at his brother through his eyelashes.

This time it was Elijah who initiated the kiss, nipping Klaus's lips and then turning his head to deepen it when his brother gasped at the sudden action. A second passed before he sank into his brother's embrace, Elijah pulling away and sinking his own fangs into Klaus's neck right over his old mark, his instincts demanding he renew it.

Klaus was his.

The Hybrid moaned. He was never more thankful for Hybridism and its perks, remembering when he'd come to understand the bond between his brother and himself and had yet to broach the subject with him.

"Elijah, brother," he gasped out, carding his fingers through the hair at the back of Elijah's neck to calm him down. When his brother released him, Klaus was stunned silent as the elder licked his lips, ducking down for one last kiss before the blond spoke.

"I have something you need to know."

Elijah paused at the serious tone in Klaus's voice. "Yes, brother?"

The blond took a breath. "There are some things about my being a Hybrid that may be important. The first being my wolf..."

Elijah frowned as he saw clear as day how nervous his brother was. His mind was racing as he tried to think over the past two years, tried to pick up on the subtle changes in behavior... Though, to be honest, he couldn't find any since this was really the first time he'd spent all of his time in Niklaus' company in a hundred years.

"Brother, whatever it is you have to say, it changes nothing," he said, his fingers curling around his brother's cheek.

Burying his face in Elijah's neck to keep himself calm, his voice was a whisper when he spoke. "I... Before you and I, I was told about our bond by my wolf. There was this urge to mark you and make you mine... I had been so confused, brother."

Sensing his brother's need for it, the brunet took Niklaus tighter in his arms, his hand coming up to rest on the back of his neck. "Tell me, Niklaus," he whispered back at him. He made no move to pull back though he wished he could see the younger's face.

"I fought it, Elijah. I didn't know if you would want to be bonded with me..." Now feeling vulnerable, Klaus could not stop the emotion thick in his voice if, indeed, his brother had rejected him.

Elijah swallowed and pulled back, directing Klaus's face up to look into his eyes. Blue met brown, and the older Mikaelson was shocked by the emotion he could see on his face. There was much riding on this conversation, it seemed. "Niklaus... Brother, how could you think I would not want to be with you? There was nothing—is nothing—that would have stopped me from accepting you had you told me your fears..." Elijah leaned his forehead on his brother's closing his eyes as Klaus's scent enveloped him. "I cannot imagine my life now without you, brother...

Niklaus' eyes shimmered with tears and he swallowed. He moved to look down, but Elijah tightened his grip, refusing him. "Look at me," he urged the man. And he did.

"You didn't... feel pressured?" the hybrid asked, remembering their first coupling with grim eyes.

~Flashback~

Klaus was constantly on edge these days, for reasons he did not want to think about. But he had to; he was forced to. His wolf wouldn't let him forget, forcing images of claiming the one that was meant to be theirs into his mind over and over again.

He walked into Elijah's study, unconsciously inhaling the scent of his brother greedily. He calmed down slightly, but was determined to drown these urges in alcohol when he stopped short at the sight in front of him. There was a human woman with Elijah, smiling as she talked to him. At that point, Klaus did not care to push back his urges as they rose to an astonishing crescendo. He lunged forward, grabbing the woman and throwing her out before closing the door and locking it. Of course, his brother was shocked and confused as Klaus leaned his head against the wooden door, breathing heavily; he did not want to force Elijah and so the man was fighting the wolf.

"Niklaus," Elijah started, warily taking in the image of his brother panting against the door. The growl the blond released at his simple name had the brunet frowning as he stepped forward very carefully.

"Don't," Klaus croaked, his facial features screwed up and eyes shut tight.

Elijah was concerned. A thousand years and he could count on one hand the amount of times he had seen his brother act this way and it was either in the day before the curse was brought upon him or the days after it was broken. "Brother—"

It happened in an instant as Niklaus snapped and, using his superior speed, slammed Elijah face down onto his desk. The brunet groaned as he tried to right himself, but the hand holding him down pushed him flat again and Elijah was unable to move an inch. It was when he felt the sharp sting of claws at his hip and he hissed at the feeling before the pressure vanished. When he looked up, he was surprised to see Klaus in the corner, his hands gripping his hair and a low growl coming from his chest.

"Elijah, please… leave… I cannot…"

The brunet was still breathing hard from the ordeal, and he swallowed upon hearing his brother's gruff tone. Part of him was swelling with desire, his mouth dry. He could not get the sensation of being thrown down against his desk out of his head...

"Niklaus, what is wrong? Why have you come in here? Why did you throw Estelle out?"

A snarl mixed with his voice as Klaus's head snapped up and Elijah gasped at the sight of his brother's visage. The amber of his eyes was glinting brightly in the dim light of the room and the veins that crawled along his cheeks darker than he had ever seen them before. Klaus stood to his feet slowly and walked toward him, his gait predatory. Elijah knew, somehow he knew, this was not his brother before him anymore.

"Þú ert mín..."

You are mine.

Klaus disappeared and then reappeared behind the elder Original and the strength in which he pushed his brother down on the desk was not to be ignored. Elijah was face-up this time, staring up at Klaus. He closed his eyes when his brother leaned down over him, letting out a growl that sent shivers through him.

"Ég get lykta henni á þig, bróðir..."

I can smell her on you, brother.

Elijah raised his hand to touch his brother's face and his breath hitched when Klaus gripped it and ran his nose along his wrist, the snarl in the Hybrid's chest quieting to a pitch not unlike a purr from a large cat.

"Hún er enginn, Niklaus… Ekki til mín…"

She is no one, Niklaus. Not to me.

Klaus growled at the words. "Hún virtist ekki að hugsa það sama. Kannski vildi hún fyrir athygli þína. Vilt þú hefur gefið þeim, ef hún bað?"

She did not appear to think the same. Perhaps she wished for your attentions. Would you have given them if she asked?

Elijah shook his head. "Aldrei, bróðir..."

Never, brother…

Klaus growled and raised his amber eyes to his brother's own deep brown, tilting his head in a wolfish fashion. Elijah was locked in his gaze, almost unable to breathe from the intensity. "Og hvers vegna er það, Elía?"

And why is that, Elijah?

It was then that Elijah understood and the words he spoke next were the key in unlocking the pleasure that was soon to come.

"Vegna þess að ég er þinn, Niklaus..."

Because I am yours, Niklaus…

~End Flashback~

Elijah smiled, though the gesture was soft even as amusement danced in his eyes. He very much enjoyed it when his brother lost control.

"I was not coerced, Niklaus. I said I was yours because that is what I am and what I want to be," he assured the still vulnerable blond. "Though I do believe most would envision a far slower, gentler first time... one that rather involves a bed and not bent over a desk." He raised an eyebrow and his lips twitched when Klaus's chin rose and he looked very pleased with himself.

"I'm unique."

"That's one word for it, indeed," Elijah said, not missing a beat. His eyes softened and the smile grew smaller as he cupped Niklaus' cheek. "Now just what are you trying to tell me, brother?"

"My wolf controls my every move where you are involved, brother." Klaus spoke, gaining the confidence to speak as he saw Elijah did not appear to be angry with him. He eyed the newly made bite on his brother's neck with something akin to possession and pride. "My mark, your presence, your scent... he needs everything. I cannot contain him when you are out of my sight for even a moment. It's impossible..." Klaus swallowed as he felt the rise within his being. "Even now, he needs you... I need you..."

Elijah swallowed when he heard and saw and felt the need his brother had for him. He felt his own need rise accordingly. "Whatever you need... Though I do wonder why it is I that your wolf needs so much…"

"You are the only one my wolf wants, Elijah. He—I do not want anyone else. I will never want anyone else..." Klaus leaned forward, the urge becoming too much, and captured Elijah's lips with his own, a gasp coming from the elder Original's throat as Klaus gripped him, his brother's tongue joining his own. Klaus left no crevice uncovered, remapping his brother's mouth with every stroke.

Elijah was only half-satisfied by the answer, convinced there was something his brother was holding back. But the touch of his lips on his and every thought flew from his mind as his hands moved—one arm wrapped around his brother's waist and the other came to hold his cheek as they kissed. Niklaus was on fire against him; he refused to part from his brother for even so much as a breath, pushing them back under the water. Finding it cold, however, he growled and turned in Elijah's arms. He could barely turn the water to a suitable temperature as Elijah ravished his neck, holding him tight against his muscular body and enclosing him in muscular arms.

Then finally the water was hot and Klaus spun around.

Truthfully, Elijah had expected for Klaus to try and gain dominance over him, slamming him into a wall perhaps. What happened shocked him and at the same time—for the first time—he stumbled backwards a step as Klaus sunk to his knees before him. "Brother, you have brought me pleasure this way before. Many times, to be exact. I only wish to see what the appeal could be." Klaus reached up and around his brother's thigh, gripping the back of them to keep Elijah still.

The Original swallowed, looking down at his brother on his knees, blue eyes looking up into his with an almost innocence in them.

A moment of silent communication passed between them before Elijah's hand came to rest on the back of Niklaus' head and the blond leaned forward, tongue peeking out to flick against Elijah's head just once... before taking his head into his mouth and sinking down. The younger Original finally got what he wanted from the beginning; he had wanted his brother to crack, to grant him a peek of what lay beyond the Red Door. He relished the click of the door and the darkness within as Elijah snarled, his hand bracing his weight on the shower wall and the other threading through Klaus's short locks, tugging once. Klaus readily complied with his brother's request, relaxing his throat and taking in all of his brother's thick length. He looked up into Elijah's blood-filled eyes and he swallowed around him.

"Ríða…"

Fuck…

The brunet clenched his jaw, his brow furrowed and his eyes shut tight. Niklaus got a more apt reaction when he repeated what he'd just done twice more, Elijah's hips thrusting forward as his mouth hung open. The Hybrid moaned when his brother began to mutter in their mother tongue, the words causing him to pull back and then pick up his pace.

"Já ... munnur þinn er svo heitt ... svo gott."

Yes… your mouth is so warm… so good.

After a moment, Elijah reined himself in, opening his eyes and looking down at the younger Mikaelson. "Standa á fætur, Niklaus..."

Stand to your feet, Niklaus...

With the hand already in Klaus's hair, Elijah tightened his grip and once Niklaus knew what was about to happen, he let go of his brother's flesh, rising to his feet. There was not but a second that passed before he was spun around, Elijah lacing his hands with his brother's and beginning to push forward into his brother's heat.

Klaus keened, his breath hitching as his hands curled into fists against the wall. This was what he had needed; his brother surrounding him, inside him, marking him... It was the most perfect feeling in the world. To know that his brother accepted their bond, loved him in the same way that he was loved... it was the first time Niklaus could say he was utterly content despite the fact that he still hadn't spoken of their connection quite as explicitly as was needed. He could hear his brother speaking in their mother tongue but, for the life of him, he could not understand the words he was saying in that moment. All he could feel was the burn of being stretched by his brother's cock and the delicious fire in his own belly as he was slowly filled to the hilt. He cried out when Elijah pulled back and slammed right in, then did the same only to angle his hips to perfectly hit his prostate. He was losing his mind in this sea of pleasure, unable to concentrate until he felt Elijah's body utterly against his, lips at his ear.

"Feel me, Niklaus..." Elijah spoke, the heat of his breath caressing his brother's skin. Elijah kept up a steady tempo, gripping Klaus's hip as he ground against his brother's behind, pulled out and then slammed back in. He kissed and suckled his brother's skin, smirking as all his brother could do was pant and moan. But Klaus wanted more and so, with effort, he spoke his request.

"More, brother… vinsamlegast..."

Please…

Behind him, Elijah smirked as he leaned over and snaked his hand downwards, grasping and gripping Klaus's length in his large hand. When his brother went weak in the knees from the sheer pleasure of both actions, Elijah pulled out, flipping and lifting his brother before pushing him into the wall. He crashed his lips to Klaus's as he yanked him back down onto himself, beginning the cycle again. Klaus wrapped an arm around Elijah's neck as they deepened the kiss just before he threw his head back when the elder Mikaelson began to stroke him once more.

Elijah was like an animal, possessed as he thrust in and out of his brother, hand still curled around Niklaus' length and stroking roughly—the perfect way for Niklaus to feel pleasure. His lip was curled up into a snarl as they kissed, but he left the blond's lips to nip and suck at his neck as their pleasure mounted.

Klaus moaned and jerked when Elijah's mouth began at his neck, thrashing a little in his arms at the overwhelming sensations his body was being beaten with. Having his mate drive into him with such a need as his mouth moved in such a possessive manner on his skin was a heaven he never wanted to leave.

It only affirmed the belief that he'd need to go with Elijah back to Mystic Falls. Too much had changed for them to be apart; he wouldn't handle being away from him again.

"Elijah..."

"Let go, brother... I am not through with you..."

His brother's whispered words heightening Klaus's pleasure, causing images of the various positions his brother had man-handled him into in the past to flood his mind. He knew Elijah could hold off, his bloody control above and beyond Niklaus', but he needed just one more push; one last nudge before he fell over. His back arched as he whimpered, the end of his brother's cock knocking repeatedly against his prostate... his visage was beginning to appear, the urge to mark making itself known, but he still needed more.

Elijah could see his brother balanced on the edge, visage visible now, and smirked. Pulling his brother's mouth to his, he used his tongue and played with the area around Klaus's double fangs. It was like a domino effect; the hand Klaus had wrapped around Elijah's neck gripped harder and broke skin as Klaus pulled back and lunged forward, sinking his teeth into his mark. His body spasmed around his brother and Elijah gritted his teeth against the feeling of his brother squeezing him and marking him.

If the brunet thought he would be able to hold out for another round, he was wrong. The combination of Klaus's inner muscles squeezing him and the sensation of Klaus's teeth embedded in his neck, plus the slight pain of Klaus's blunt human nails in his skin was not too much to handle for the abnormally controlled Original. It was the added feeling of Klaus's tongue against his skin, suckling harshly, that resulted in a tightening behind his navel and a shock-wave down his spine as he thrusted once… twice more before crying out his brother's name. His own visage came forth, unbidden; his instincts taking over as he sank his fangs into his mark, emptying into his brother as he did.

The two panted against one another as they came down, the water on them now running a tad cold. Elijah pulled away from Niklaus and caught his brother in his arms, picking him up and taking him into their rooms. He lay his brother down on the bed then fell in beside him, wrapping his arms around the younger one as he curled around Elijah.

"Tomorrow we leave for Mystic Falls," Elijah whispered and he felt it when Klaus's arms tightened around him. He understood, of course; there were people there that had connections to the both of them and they were not looking forward to seeing them again now that circumstances had changed. It would be emotionally difficult for the both of them. It was because of this that the two brothers fell asleep holding one another tight, tension in their muscles.

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