- Sire Bonding -

"I can resist anything except temptation."
~~ Oscar Wilde

The Salvatore Boarding House, Mystic Falls, 2010

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Stefan woke up, cold and wet, but on a warm surface. He was a little hazy after having slept for a while. He didn't know how long. He was incredibly tired. Was that normal? Sleeping and still waking up weary? It reminded him of his party days.
Something tickled his back. His mind connected the sensation to the feeling of a hand tenderly caressing his skin. 'What? Who?'
"I see you've awakened, love," a familiar voice said, "that was quite the time." The voice sounded amused. He couldn't quite place where it came from. Everything hurt and the light was so bright… He blinked a couple of times to clear up his blurry vision.
The first he saw in front of him were white tiles, still wet. He slowly looked around and noticed he was lying on top of Klaus, who was lying on the floor tiles of the shower. He felt a bit confused still, but quickly realized what had been going on the past two days and blushed.
He looked at Klaus, who raised an eyebrow in amusement, as if to ask 'Are you comfortable?'
He felt conflicted between admittance and denial. He felt comfortable, very much so, but he couldn't say it, because that made it definite. That would make their… "relationship" something substantial, something irrevocable.
When Klaus smiled and swiftly stole a kiss from his lips, he couldn't help but simply forget about his doubts. They were of no importance.
He messed up Klaus' hair and leaned in for another kiss.
Klaus gently traced his collarbone with one finger and looked at him in wonder.
"What?" Stefan asked, curious.
"You've changed," Klaus said, fascinated, "You've become such a different person. I don't know when it happened. Was it in the last few days? I can't tell for sure."
"Is that good, or bad?"
"Remind me of that question later", Klaus said.
He kissed Stefan's shoulder softly and Stefan felt a wave of warmth course through his veins. He knew he'd have to get out of the shower sooner or later, but he couldn't, he didn't want to. Leaving meant... the real world. As long as he was in here, he felt separated from the world. He could look Klaus in the eyes and become someone else. He felt as if this were a different world, his world. His and Klaus'.
"We're strange bedfellows, you and I", Stefan whispered teasingly.
Klaus laughed. "That sentence sounds familiar."
Hearing Klaus laugh made him feel different now than it used to. It made him feel... light.
He quickly kissed Klaus on his lips again. It startled Klaus for some reason. Klaus kept eyeing him with... curiosity.
"How do you feel?" Klaus asked.
"Now or... before?"
"Hmm... How about both?" He smirked.
"Now I feel... free," he said, feeling vulnerable admitting his feelings, "and before... I felt... wild. Uncontrolled. Strong. Wanted..."
Klaus fondled his shoulders. "So what do we do now, love?"
Stefan sighed. "I don't know. Can't we just lie here until we desiccate and our bodies shut down?"
"That doesn't sound very romantic, does it?" Klaus chuckled and rolled his eyes, tilting his head sideways in amusement.
Unwillingly, Stefan pushed himself up and freed Klaus. He felt a bit proud that he, a young vampire, had dominated a thousand year old hybrid. The Original hybrid. It was ridiculous.
Klaus got up and pressed his skin against Stefan's. Stefan was about to open the doors of the shower until Klaus tapped his back with a finger.
"Uh... mate, I'm not sure if you've seen it, but that's not entirely water you're soaked in." He smiled apologetically.
He looked down and recognised the sticky substance on his abs. Oops. Klaus scraped a little bit of it away with his finger and sucked it off, all the while holding eye contact with Stefan in mischievous delight.
Stefan turned around and went for the tap of the shower, but Klaus grabbed his wrist. Hungrily, he kissed Stefan again. More fire in it than last time. Stefan grabbed Klaus' shoulders and dug his nails in them when Klaus lowered his lips to Stefan's throat. Wild sensations flooded his mind, flooded his body.
Stefan turned on the water with his other hand. An ice cold stream of water gashed onto him and Klaus, surprising Klaus.
"Ah!" Klaus shouted. He started swearing. Stefan couldn't help but laugh.
"You're a real pest, you know that?" Klaus said, clenching his teeth.
Stefan just stared at him and flashed an ironic smile.
Eventually Klaus broke into laughter as well.
He turned the tap to hottest. The cold water instantly warmed up to steamy temperature again.
Stefan grabbed a washing cloth, but Klaus grabbed him and shoved him against the wall again, breathing heavily and looking Stefan in the eyes before kissing him again.
Stefan pushed him away. "We're here to clean ourselves, remember?" He snickered.
Klaus grabbed a washing cloth for himself in embarrassed silence. Stefan noticed Klaus' scolded child attitude and laughed, and an idea to cheer Klaus up occurred to him. He grabbed the soap and lathered Klaus from head to toe, but slowly and with careful touches, as if he were a porcelain doll to be cautious with. Klaus looked surprised, again, but started to lather Stefan tenderly as well. An unspoken intimacy hovered between the two of them. The washing clothes dropped, and they embraced each other again. His hands were everywhere again. It felt different his time. Less... rough, less angry. These were two lovers giving in to each other's allures. Their bodies touched everywhere, their lips locked. He felt closer to Klaus than ever.
"This is lovely", Klaus sighed eventually, enamoured with the moment, with Stefan. This was better than any dream he'd given him. He continued kissing him, kiss by kiss.
Stefan closed his eyes and felt as if the universe had stopped existing for the tiniest bit of a moment. When he opened his eyes again, they withdrew from each other reluctantly. Klaus turned off the water, and Stefan opened the doors and grabbed two towels. He threw one to Klaus. They dried themselves up and put on their clothes, both still eyeing each detail of each other's body in amazement.
They stood in front of the bathroom door, not too eager to open it and leave. Eventually, Stefan took the first step and walked into his bedroom. He listened if he could hear Damon in the house. He didn't hear anything, but he wasn't sure.
"He's gone", Klaus said, leaning against the door frame.
"What do you mean 'He's gone'?"
"Well, while you were so busy trying to get me to beg you for mercy, I heard Damon get a phone call from… Bonnie, I believe it was."
He felt strangely offended. He'd thought he had Klaus' undivided attention during their animalistic sex. He almost felt like crying, but manned up. Men don't cry. His father had always told him that, but those nights Giuseppe'd lock himself in the study, drunk, Stefan could hear him cry. He broke furniture and blamed demons for his misery. He'd hit Damon if Damon was around. Until that day in 1864, he'd never understood what it was all about. It had been his mother. Giuseppe had gotten drunk again and had been maundering about demons. He'd whispered a name, over and over again. Calandra… It was the nickname everyone gave to Gemma, Stefan's mother. When he and his brother were little, she used to sing to them and the servants would listen at the door. Damon had been the first to call her "Calandra", which meant "skylark" in Italian. It didn't take long before entire Mystic Falls called her by the same moniker. A skylark was engraved on her tombstone in the Salvatore crypt.

"What's the matter, love?" Klaus looked at him, a spark of worry in his face.
"Nothing," Stefan said, deflecting, "just some memories I thought about."
"Reminiscent, are we?" Klaus pulled a grey V-shirt over his head and buckled his belt.
"I'm thinking a lot about my human days, lately", Stefan admitted.
"Do you miss them?" Klaus placed his hand on Stefan's shoulder. He could feel the heat burning through his shirt.
"I don't miss them. I- I just... wish I could still be human. If I could turn human, I'd be a happy man." He looked Klaus in the eyes, looking for understanding, but Klaus' face turned hard.
"Immortality is a gift, Stefan. You have no idea what you'd be missing out on."
"I do, Klaus. It's horror. It's unnatural and vicious. I don't want to be immortal if it means having to drink blood. I'd give my soul to be human again." He looked down, contemplated what it would be like. It would be better, easier.
"Don't say that!" Klaus clenched his teeth. "You're one of the reasons why eternity isn't hopeless to me! I wouldn't survive your death." His eyes glimmered with what seemed like tears.
Stefan swallowed, realised how serious Klaus was about this. He didn't know what to say. He wished he knew how he felt, but he had no idea if he could live on without Klaus or not. Was this love? His attraction to Klaus was undeniable, but was it a sign of something deeper?
"I wouldn't die right away. I'd grow old", he said eventually.
"You'd wither away, get sick every year, and get cancer or worse. Mortality would ruin you, love." Klaus seemed to brim with frustration and annoyance.
'I'm clearly getting on his nerves', Stefan observed, as if from a distance.
"It's impossible anyway, so don't get angry. I was just telling you what I truthfully want. That's all." He restrained himself from sighing.
"Don't ever talk that way again", Klaus grumbled, a little bit comforted, but still not at ease. He placed both hands on Stefan's shoulders and looked him in the eyes. He seemed to be looking for something in his eyes, but Stefan didn't know what Klaus hoped to find.
He was a bit too distracted by the touch of Klaus' hands to think clearly. He'd thought giving in to Klaus once would rid him of his strange feelings near him, but it seemed everything was amplified even more. Maybe he needed to... No.
His eyes devoured Klaus' body again. Klaus' features almost visible through the grey shirt and the tight jeans. Those Vikings... Damn.
Klaus seemed to notice and smirked, unleashing the full power of his cute dimples on him. He raised an eyebrow and batted his eyelashes seductively.
"Like what you see, mate?"
Stefan bit his lip. Goddamn hybrid dick and his ridiculously attractive smiling.
Klaus softly moved his hands down Stefan's shoulders, burning every particle he touched. All the while, he kept gazing intensely into Stefan's eyes, as if he was trying to notice if his touch changed something, which it did. "It" quickly grew in size. Asshole. Stupid dog.
His hands slipped down Stefan's back, making him glow with longing. No... This wasn't right. Once in a day was more than enough. Not... again... He closed his eyes slowly and his breathing became irregular.
Klaus licked his lips and mischief sparkled in his blue eyes.
"The button of your shirt isn't closed", Stefan almost sighed, but managed to say it in a fairly normal way, still eyeing him, desire burning his reason away.
"Which button?" Klaus asked, seemingly innocent, but highly amused.
"Let me fix it for you." Stefan grabbed Klaus' shirt and jumped him, making Klaus fall backwards onto the bed. Stefan covered him in kisses and ripped his shirt off. Klaus moaned softly and grabbed Stefan's shirt, tore it open, shoved his arms underneath and threw them around him to pull him closer to him. Their lips collided violently and their tongues intertwined. Stefan relished in the sensation. He broke the kiss, licked Klaus' earlobe and softly bit in it. He breathed heavily. "Klaus..."
"That's the spirit...", Klaus sighed contently. He dug his fingernails in Stefan's back, which turned them both even more on.
Stefan unbuckled Klaus' belt and slipped one hand down Klaus' pants. Looking Klaus in the eyes defiantly, he grabbed his dick. He smirked when Klaus' eyes widened at the touch.
"Oh..."
"Yeah, you moan, you hybrid dick." Stefan growled hungrily.
"We both know you enjoy this hybrid dick", Klaus said, more amused than ever, tilting his head sideways in mockery.
He rolled over so he got on top of Stefan.
"Now I'm in charge", he smirked.
But Stefan wouldn't let him. His pride wouldn't allow him to be submissive. He rolled Klaus over so he got on top again. He tore off his pants and lowered his head, all the while still holding Klaus' gaze. He grabbed hold of Klaus' dick again and popped it in his mouth. Klaus threw his head backwards in complete ecstasy. "Ah..."
Stefan stroked him and sucked, once roughly, then more softly, but never stopping, using his tongue at full scale. He licked Klaus' glans with lust. He was hungry and weakened because of his craving, but maybe this would sustain him a little longer...
"Stefan! Oh god, yes..." Klaus went insane with indulgence, closed his eyes and moaned.
This wasn't enough. In less than a second, the entire situation changed. Klaus pushed over Stefan and, with a speed that transcends the human eye, Klaus got on top and Stefan lay on the bed with his back facing upwards. Klaus ripped off every inch of clothing and entered Stefan in a blazing fury. He pounded mercilessly while Stefan growled, squeaked, groaned, gasped, pleaded and purred. His sounds only turned him on even more. 'It's his turn to take the pounding now', Klaus thought triumphantly. He pushed as deep as he could, eliciting another gasp from Stefan. He turned him over swiftly and started pounding him with Stefan's face facing upward, and bent forward for a long kiss while thrusting even more vicious. He groaned, as did Stefan, but it only encouraged them both more.
"Take me harder", Stefan groaned, throwing his head backwards in utter bliss.
Klaus smiled. "If it please Your Grace". He rolled his eyes, but pounded with all the strength he had now.
Thrust.
Stefan moaned again.
Thrust.
Stefan fondled Klaus' chest with his hands while Klaus kept on pounding, sweat on his forehead.
Klaus felt it felt strong tension building up, thrust after violent thrust, held on to that feeling until he came in an explosion of euphoria inside of Stefan. He removed his cock, dripping with seed, from Stefan and Stefan turned around, faced Klaus. Klaus felt a little light-headed.
Nothing was being said; every sentiment was being exchanged unspoken. Stefan touched Klaus' dick with his right index finger, and brought some of the sticky fluid to his mouth, never breaking eye contact. He licked it off his finger sensually, then licked his lips. Hmm... Not so bad. A little sweet, but really not that bad.
Klaus dropped his weight on Stefan, fatigued, emptied. "That... was... blissful."
He managed to bring up a feeble smile, gently caressing Stefan's back.
"I love you", he sighed.
"What?" Stefan couldn't believe his ears.
"You... heard me." Klaus' dimples made another appearance.
"I don't think I did." Stefan flashed an ironic smile.
Klaus sighed, then repeated with more strength. "I love you."
Stefan didn't know what to say. He knew what he was supposed to say, but it didn't seem right, didn't féél right.
He opened his mouth, but then heard the noise of the front door being closed. It took a nanosecond for his enhanced hearing to pick up Damon's voice, whistling a tune from when they were little.
Shit!
Klaus also heard it, and rushed around the room in vampire speed, collected his clothing, got dressed, pressed a quick kiss on a Stefan's lips, promising his return, before he disappeared through the open window.
Meanwhile, Stefan quickly cleaned the cum up, got dressed again and tried to look normal before his brother would undoubtedly swagger in.

He was "writing in his diary", his hard-on safely hidden under pants and the desk, when his brother walked in at last. Damon's expression was dark and furious.
"Can you belíéve it?!"
"Knock-knock. Come in. Nice to see you respect my privacy, brother." Stefan flashed an ironic smile.
"I didn't come here to play "Knock-knock" games with you, brother. Our witch seriously screwed up."
Stefan's initial mockery made place for a worried look. "How so?"
"Apparently Klaus isn't dead. He's alive and well in his own body. He was inside Tyler's body until they found out the white oak stake didn't burn it. Two points for the wicked witch." Damon rolled his eyes and frowned.
Stefan almost laughed out loud. This was nothing new, but he had to play along.
"How is Tyler?"
"Who cares?! The world's oldest hybrid is on the loose again! Bonnie should have kept him on a leash."
"So, does this mean Klaus is the sire of our bloodline? Or is it one of his siblings after all?"
"Elijah said Klaus sired Mary. So by saving our biggest enemy, Bonnie also kept us alive. Gotta give her credit for that." Damon shrugged, still annoyed.
"Did you thank her for saving our lives?"
"No," Damon said indignantly, "I was too busy processing how our biggest enemy is still alive."
"Well, everyone's fine, right? I don't see the need to fuss." Stefan shrugged.
"A neutered wolf can still bite, brother!" Damon shook his head as if he were surrounded by total idiots. "We have to desiccate him again and keep him in a coffin for good. The only thing holding him back from killing us all has turned into a freaking vampire."
Stefan thought for a moment. He didn't want this to happen. Last time they desiccated Klaus, he'd felt awful afterwards. Had to pretend he was just as happy with Klaus' demise as they were. No. He didn't want to lose Klaus again.
"Don't you think we have enough enemies as is, brother? The council knows everything, and if we take down Klaus again -if we succeed at least- we'll have all his siblings after us again. Not to mention Rebekah last killed Elena when she thought Klaus died. We have no reason to take him down now, except for that we don't like him. Elijah won't accept that as a valid reason. He'll kill us all."
Damon stared at him for a moment, then let out an exasperated sigh. "Stupid Originals."
He turned around and walked away, briskly slamming the door shut behind him.

Stefan sighed in relief. Finally alone. Some peace at last.
As if things weren't crazy enough, his brother still wanted Klaus gone somehow. Fooling Klaus once... Survivable. Twice... Not so much.
He shivered. Besides, he didn't even want Klaus dead. He wanted to explore whatever it was they shared. Something drew him in time and time again.
"True love, mate..." Klaus' voice whispered in his thoughts. No. that wasn't true.
"You know it's true, love. You want me..." The voice chuckled faintly.
Stefan stood up from the chair and dropped on his bed with his face in his pillow. He wished the world would cease to exist, just for a moment, to see how it felt.
His hard-on kept him in reality, alas. Just the thought of Klaus' name was enough to make him completely hard again. He loathed himself for it. He was 162 years old, not some newbie vampire who couldn't control his urges! The pulsating call in his boxers told him otherwise. Damn hormones.
He'd had sex less than ten minutes ago, and he was horny again. This wasn't normal.
Still, he couldn't stop thinking about the idea. It was a simple deed, done in less than a minute, if he wanted. His boner would go back to normal size and he wouldn't have to worry about his urges.
He slipped his hand down his pants and grabbed his crotch, gave a little squeeze. Mmm...
He shoved down his pants slowly and took off his shirt. He lifted his butt a little bit and removed his boxers as well. He looked down and saw his dick wait, throbbing in anticipation. He grabbed it and started stroking, first slowly, but then the thought of Klaus fuelled his fury. Damn Klaus. Damn his body. Damn his sex.
He stroked harder and harder, enjoying himself, indulging in his frustration. Masturbating had never felt this good. A little moan escaped his lips and he almost stopped, afraid Damon might hear him, but he continued after hearing no sound at all. The image of Klaus and Klaus' dick passed through his mind while he jerked. His breathing accelerated and so did his hand. 'Klaus.'
This felt so good. Finally just jerking all the tension away. The thought of Klaus made it all the more exciting.
His mischievous smile, revealing the dimples of "doom"...
He lowered his left hand and squeezed his balls a little while jerking on.
His deep blue eyes, sparkling with naught...
Yes! He rubbed his left hand over his nipples now, softly, and pretended it was Klaus' hand. Mmm.
His hands, oh! Warm and soft, with such fierce strength...
He bit his lower lip and contracted a little.
His ass, just begging to be taken...
He closed his eyes, remembered how he had entered Klaus and smiled, stretching his legs out.
His dick, merciless, a lethal stake to plunge into him…
He grabbed his dick with both hands now and jerked as if his life depended of it. 'Klaus!'
He felt a familiar tension rising, stroke after stroke, knew he was near...
"Uh... Klaus..." he moaned out loud now, while shooting an incredible load all over himself and his sheets.
He stroked a little longer, as a little closing ritual, and eventually dropped his hands aside, panting, his chest rising and lowering quickly.
He slowly closed and opened his eyes in dark delight.
The balcony window smashed shut, the glass breaking, startling Stefan. He quickly got up and looked.
Nothing. Just the wind. He shrugged and lay back down again, closing his eyes.

Glass shards cracked, and footsteps neared him from the balcony.
"I'll take that as an 'I love you'", Klaus' voice sounded, pleased. "You're mine now. All mine."
He smirked in devilish delight and winked.
"No", Stefan whispered, mysteriously turned on again.
"Yes", Klaus purred in utter satisfaction. "At last. Mine, mine, mine. I've waited long enough. "
He crouched on top of Stefan and rubbed his annoying hybrid ass against Stefan's semi-erected cock. Stefan couldn't deny the tingly sensations it gave him. No… not again…
"That stake isn't quite finished yet, it appears." He rubbed some more, making Stefan gasp a little. He smiled mischievously, the dimples showing again. He lifted himself a bit and saw with satisfaction how the semi- disappeared. "The stakes are getting higher", he chuckled, licking his lips.
"Stakes?" Stefan dared to ask. "Plural?"
"Yes," Klaus smiled darkly, "I've heard there's an awful lot of wood in your bedroom lately…"
Stefan smirked. "And just what would you have me do with all this wood?" He grabbed Klaus' ass and squeezed.
"Perhaps we should use it to… heat things up a bit…"
Stefan looked him in the eyes and smirked even more, pushing the tip of his cock against Klaus ass. "Sounds like a… tight plan…"

From the balcony, more glass shards cracked, and Stefan heard a faint gasp. He and Klaus both turned their gaze over there to see a shadow with long, straight brown hair jump off the balcony and rush away at supernatural speed.
Elena.

A/N: As always, hope you enjoyed reading it and crave for more. Review would be much appreciated.