A/N: Sorry to keep you waiting, but here it is: the new chapter. I won't be writing as much as I used to since my school just started. ;)
- White Nights -
"There's a restlessness in me
Keeps me up until the dawn
There is no silence
I will keep following the sirens"
~~ Oh Land ~~
The Salvatore Boarding House, Mystic Falls, 2010
He grabbed his leather jacket and jumped out of the window, dropped on the humid forest ground graciously after a quick fall of a few metres. Using his vampire speed, he rushed over to a grand estate in a more desolate part of Mystic Falls. He used small paths in the woods, so that a passing car wouldn't notice him rushing by. It wasn't very likely that the driver would recognise a person, but he didn't want to take any risk with the hostile council out there.
He slowed down to a walking pace once he arrived at the drive in front of an expansive mansion that belonged to the Mikaelson family. The high trees surrounding the mansion cast a shadow over the drive and the wind that made the leaves rustle faintly gave Stefan a feeling of peace and –remarkably- coming home. He remembered what it used to look like after the battle in 1864, covered in ivy, broken windows, blackened walls; the dome shattered…
Klaus had done a great job in restoring this place. It looked far more impressive now than it used to when it had belonged to the Fell family. Klaus' artistic hand had given the mansion a French touch. There even was an ornate, rectangular pond with little fountains in front of the mansion.
He'd ofttimes heard that the Boarding House was huge, but it was no match for this… this castle. The circular mansard roof with its skylights in the raised part of the roof lent an even more majestic appeal to the building. A glass dome crowned the roof.
Once in front of the monumental doors that provided entrance to the estate, he brushed the leaves off his leather jacket and took a deep breath. Then an idea came to his mind and he quickly snuck around the back of the estate, trying to remain unseen for its inhabitants. He tried not to gasp at the sight of the gigantic swimming pool at the back of the mansion. He hadn't noticed it when he attended the Ball earlier before. Such a swank pot, that Klaus.
Tall windows were open, allowing a warm beam of sunlight to illuminate the large living room. He found what he'd been looking for in there. He slipped inside stealthily, but suddenly he was smashed against the wall, a strong hand around his throat, keeping him in a tight grip.
The grip almost instantly loosened and a surprised Klaus looked at him with curiosity.
"Stefan? What are you doing here, mate?"
This was the moment of truth for him. Time to find out if Klaus was worth losing Elena for.
"Shhh", Stefan whispered softly. Hesitatingly, he moved his face closer to Klaus' and grazed Klaus' lips with his. He could feel Klaus shiver at his touch. Deep inside him, something stirred.
"But… why? You told me off! You're playing me." Klaus sounded indignant. He groaned the last sentence.
"Hush," Stefan whispered, nuzzling Klaus, "shhh." He took Klaus in a tight grip and pressed kiss after soft kiss on his throat, lowering slowly. He breathed in Klaus' scent and felt embraced by Klaus' aura. All of it felt right, which fascinated him beyond measure.
While touching Klaus, he could hear Elena's words. "You're the one who seems to be in need of… of change." Maybe she was right. Maybe he did want change. Being with Klaus was a revelation.
"Why did you change your mind?" Klaus whispered in between kisses, still perplexed.
Stefan's answer was composed out of unbuttoning Klaus' shirt, tearing off his other clothing and biting Klaus' earlobe playfully. Panting, he took a quick look at the almost completely naked hybrid in front of him. Nice. All Klaus was wearing still were his white boxers, ornamented with the Eiffel tower. Stefan snickered, which elicited an annoyed sigh from Klaus.
"Souvenir from Paris?" Stefan asked, pronouncing Paris the French way, laughing all the while.
"Shut up you," Klaus said indignantly, "You didn't answer my question." He ripped off Stefan's shirt and licked his nipples, eliciting a groan from Stefan, but then flared up to demand answer.
"Well?" He raised an eyebrow and used his blue eyes on him. He slipped one finger in Stefan's pants and moved around a bit to tease him even more. Their faces were at less than an inch from each other, as was the rest of their bodies. Stefan could feel something harden. He felt blood rushing down, so he knew it was him, but he could also feel something else harden against his groin. Oh. The knowledge aroused him even more.
Klaus withdrew with a wolfish grin, and spoke once more. "No answer, no cock play, love." Stefan tried to get inside Klaus' boxers again, but Klaus smacked reproachfully on his hands. "Uh-uh, mate! Answer me…" He said "Answer" on a songful tone.
Stefan snorted. He didn't want to answer him, for he didn't know what to say, but he desperately wanted this… "cock play" as Klaus called it, so he had to come up with something. He thought for a moment, trying desperately to find a suitable answer. Then he thought of their previous "rendezvous" and smirked.
"Remind me of that question later." He gave Klaus a tantalising glance and licked his lips slowly. Klaus followed the tongue movement with intense fascination and licked his own lips, as if to mimic Stefan's seductive allure. Then he shook his head sadly. "Er… Don't think so, mate. That's my catchphrase."
Stefan growled. "Please remove the rest of your clothes, or I will remove them myself." He left the threat lingering for an instant while raising an eyebrow.
Klaus seemed to have forgotten about the ridiculously useless answer Stefan gave him and jumped him, overwhelmed by the raw desire in Stefan's voice. They hit the ground in a whirlwind of flying pants and swiftly moving body parts. The cold tiles of the floor didn't bother them. They both glowed with a fever, triggered by their passionate touching. Stefan even bit Klaus' neck and sucked out a bit of the hybrid's blood. It tasted differently than when he'd drank from it when he was bitten by Ray Sutton. It was surprisingly tasty, almost even a little bit better than human blood. Fascinating.
Then he tore Klaus' boxers to pieces and grabbed Klaus' dick and stroked him fiercely, while Klaus ripped Stefan's boxer shorts to pieces, which ended up scattered all over the living room. Stefan got on top of Klaus and rode him with fervour, moaning loudly while Klaus panted heavily. Still, Klaus was not fully satisfied.
"Give it your best shot! Faster!" he commanded.
Stefan put in all the strength he had to ride him as fast as he could and allowed Klaus' dick to go as deep as possible. Klaus groaned at exactly how tight his ass proved to be.
"Such a tight bum", Klaus moaned, but he didn't slow down, instead he even thrust harder. In between the heavy thrusts, Stefan bent forward to kiss Klaus a couple of times. Eventually, he threw his head backwards and groaned loudly, the pain of the pounding also fuelled his delight.
A more animalistic side of Stefan took over and he grabbed Klaus and started taking Klaus from behind. He pulled at Klaus' hair to bring his head closer and gave him a swift kiss, but then let him go and pounded as deeply as he could, eliciting little whimpers from Klaus. It made him feel so powerful and irresistible. A thousand year old hybrid that was dominated by a nine hundred year younger vampire. He snickered.
"Ah shut up you!" Klaus groaned, annoyed.
Stefan laughed again. Annoying Klaus felt awesome. Klaus mumbled a few words in between his short, shallow gaps and glared at him.
"You're adorable when you're annoyed", Stefan teased. He thrust again, a sly smile on his face.
"Unf!" Klaus moaned.
Stefan's smile widened into a devilish grin and he took him with more speed now, inhuman speed. He went even deeper than before, causing Klaus to squeal, his eyes filling with tears. He howled in pain at every thrust, but at the same time he trembled with satisfaction. Interesting…
"Please, just… slow down a little, love?" Klaus begged on a shrill tone.
'Take him until he bleeds, rip him open on the inside,' an ominous voice inside him whispered, 'you know you want to… You want to see the blood gushing out of his hybrid ass, withdraw your bloody dick from him, and mutilate him until even his innards scream.'
A dark frenzy took him over. Darkness clouded his vision. With a strength Klaus could never anticipate from "innocent" Stefan, Stefan thrust deeper and harder than ever, merciless for every plea, for every high-pitched squeal. Klaus tried to push him away, but Stefan was relentless, which surprised Klaus.
"Beg me for mercy", he growled and slapped Klaus hard. A guilt-loaded voice at the back of his mind asked him to stop, told him he wasn't being himself. 'Come to your senses!' it commanded. He shut it out and continued. He was an animal. Born to rip everything and everyone to pieces. Make the world suffer. Relish in the cries. Blood and pain. Sadistic entertainment. Freedom. No restrictions. No one to tell him to stop. Everyone ripped apart. He'd bath in their blood.
A tingling sense in his dick warned him that he was about to reach his climax. He gasped while pounding and came inside Klaus' ass. He and Klaus groaned simultaneously. Klaus in pain, Stefan in satisfaction. Stefan dropped on Klaus and sighed. Hmm… Warmth of satisfaction coursed through his veins and gave him a feeling of bliss. He closed his eyes and rested his head on Klaus' shoulder blades. He could hear a fast heartbeat under him. The heartbeat slowed down to a steady beat. For a while, it could have been minutes, it could have been hours, they both just lay there, listening to the silence surrounding them.
Klaus shivered. The floor was cold, apparently. Stefan got off him and helped him up. Driven by a sudden impulse, Stefan took Klaus into a tight embrace, warming him. He kissed Klaus' cold neck a couple of times. Klaus caressed Stefan's back with one hand. It tickled a little, but at the same time it felt so good. All of this had felt good. None of it felt wrong. Interesting...
Stefan let Klaus go and felt his left cheek burn all of a sudden. Klaus had slapped him!
"What..?" he sputtered, taken aback.
"That's for thinking you can dominate me, and that -he kissed Stefan in an overwhelming flood of passion- is for having the guts to try it." He gave him a sly smile and licked his lips.
Stefan didn't know how to react at first, so he grabbed his clothes. He wiped his fluids off on Klaus' skin, which triggered an indignant snarl from him, but he spotted an amused twinkle in Klaus' eyes. He put on his trousers, socks and shoes and just as he was about to put on his shirt, Klaus snatched it away from him and used it as a towel, all the while having a broad complacent smile on his face. Stefan snarled indignantly but then looked Klaus defiantly in the eyes while putting it on after all. Klaus smirked, but was a little surprised. He leaned in for another kiss, which Stefan gladly gave him. He could feel Klaus was hard again, but neither of them both made an attempt to do everything all over again. When Stefan let him go, Klaus rushed into his own clothes with vampire speed and looked at him as if to ask what's next.
"So..." Stefan felt a little awkward and looked at his shoes.
"So..." Klaus replied, sounding as if he felt even more awkward. Then he raised his voice and asked "Have you ever played piano before, Stefan?"
Stefan hesitatingly nodded.
Klaus grabbed him by his hand and led him to the main hall, where a grand black pianoforte flaunted between the two spiral staircases. He made Stefan take place next to him and pressed a random key, eliciting a beautifully resonating note.
"Do you know any quatres-mains pieces by heart perchance, love?" he asked.
"Wait, you play piano?" Stefan could hardly believe it.
"Is it so hard to believe that the pony drawing hybrid also plays piano, cello, bassoon, clarinet and violin?" Klaus asked, grinning.
Stefan raised an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you play that many instruments." He rolled his eyes. "And what's with the pony? Caroline told us about your drawing hobby, but nothing about ponies." He giggled.
"Oh, shut up", Klaus said indignantly.
"Oh sorry for hurting your feelings, your highness", Stefan mocked.
"Just answer my question, will you?" He sighed. "Do you know any quatres-mains compositions?"
Stefan thought for a moment. It had been such a long time since he had last played piano. He hadn't played since... since his mother's death. She had been the one to tutor him and his brother in it. Damon still played piano, once a year, on their mother's birthday.
"I vaguely remember a few notes from some pieces, but it's been too long since I last practised."
"Too bad", Klaus said. "Oh well, I might as well play something on my own then." He shrugged.
"Please do", Stefan said, nodding enthusiastically.
Klaus seemed to ponder for a moment which piece to play, but then his eyes sparked with an idea and he started playing a melody that sounded familiar to Stefan. He couldn't quite put his finger on what piece it actually was. Then, when Klaus reached the refrain, Stefan blurted out "Titanic!"
Klaus smiled, and continued playing. Then he suddenly switched to a completely different melody.
"Which piece is this?" Stefan asked, enchanted.
Klaus remain silent and continued eliciting the haunting melody from the piano keys. Stefan waited with his eyes closed, and after a couple of minutes the melody became even more haunting. It moved him. Hypnotised him. He found himself gently moving his head along with the melody. He could imagine waves of untameable seas washing over dark shores. He almost heard the wind rage over the sand. Magical.
Seemingly a few minutes later, he opened his eyes again and noticed Klaus looking at him, with a studying look.
"What?" he asked shyly.
"I played the end of 'Sonata, Adagio e Cantabile' over ten minutes ago. Did you like it?" The look he gave Stefan almost made him melt. It was so vulnerable, begging for approval, recognition.
"I loved it", he spoke warmly. "Who composed it, if I may ask?"
"Haydn." Klaus smiled, remembering all the other masterful compositions Haydn had made.
His smiled made Stefan's heart swell with a warmth that surprised him. He put a hand on Klaus' shoulder and leaned in for a sweet kiss. Klaus answered it enthusiastically. He took Stefan in his arms rubbed his hands all over Stefan's back. It felt as if his back was on fire. It was as if his entire body awakened at Klaus' touch. He looked Klaus in the eyes. Those baby blues...
He felt full of... He didn't know. His stomach made a somersault. And two more. His heart felt as if it were smouldering with passion. Klaus shuffled as close to him as the little piano bench allowed it and hungrily kissed Stefan's neck. His sharp canines almost bit into Stefan's flesh, but he was cautious enough not to let that happen. He didn't want his lover to die because of wolf poisoning, after all.
The hot breath in Stefan's neck, the soft scratch of Klaus' canines and the sweet kisses he got all aroused him even more than any of the times Klaus had tried to seduce Stefan before. It was as if Klaus' gentle seduction was far more irresistible than his annoying wooing.
"Take me," he whispered softly in Klaus' ear. His dick was rock hard, telling him it was time to give in to his urges, but it was Klaus' turn to be the leader in this. He wanted Klaus to be inside him, to melt with him as one. Because that would be... bliss. The highest satisfaction he could imagine.
"Are you sure?" Klaus whispered in reply, slightly squeezing in Stefan's pants with his right hand.
Stefan groaned silently, feeling as if he were in a haze. "Hmmm... Yes... now. Just take me. However you want."
"Well, not on the bench of my pianoforte", Klaus said firmly.
Stefan moaned softly. "Please. Just do it."
"I didn't say I wasn't going to do it, I just said we shan't do it on this bench", Klaus said mischievously. He took a hold of Stefan and rushed with him in his arms towards the living room. The couch would suffice. If it didn't survive their lovemaking he'd finally have a reason to get rid of the pesky thing Rebekah had replaced the original couch with.
He cast himself with Stefan underneath him onto the couch and continued kissing him, and caressing him with his hands. Soft they were, Stefan felt. So many things he hadn't noticed about Klaus before. Like the way he'd curl his lips when he concentrated himself enough on something. Or the way his eyes flared every time Stefan spoke his name.
He moaned again at Klaus' gentle touches. The best thing about being with a man was that he knew how to satisfy him most. Klaus slipped his hands under Stefan's shirt and left a trace of goosebumps as he made his way towards Stefan's already hard nipples. He helped Stefan out of his shirt and kissed him yet again, two tongues colliding in tastes of bliss. His body heaved in gracious curves as he rubbed himself against Stefan. Stefan could feel Klaus' hard alpha male against his, even though they were separated by their pants. Klaus slipped a hand into Stefan's pants and caressed his groin and dick, before grabbing it and gently jerking it. Those pesky pants didn't offer him much room to play with. Still, he could feel Stefan relish in it underneath him, so he made Stefan wriggle out of his pants while making sure he kept jerking that cock and kissing him.
Stefan made sure he caressed Klaus equally. His hands unbuttoned Klaus' shirt and he dropped it on the ground for the second time that day. In between gasps, he pressed his lips on Klaus' perfect torso, leaving little kisses. He unbuttoned Klaus' pants and shoved them down so he could grab Klaus' dick and play with it, just like Klaus did with Stefan's. Klaus moaned a little, and leaned in to steal yet another kiss from Stefan's lips.
"I would've loved to see you try all that on that small bench in the main hall!" a bratty voice interrupted.
Klaus stiffened and sighed in frustration.
Stefan instantly rushed to get his clothes. He covered his meat with his boxers. Klaus quickly got his clothes to cover his bare glory up as well.
"Relax darlings! Don't be such prudes," Kol laughed in wicked delight, "Nik, I've already seen you nude countless amounts of times, brother, I mean... remember that threesome with Mary?" Kol entered the living room smirking, especially when he saw Stefan's face, frozen in horror at the image his mind made of those words. "You don't actually think your body even has the smallest influence on me, do you?" He continued merrily. "Are you that self-absorbed, brother?" He snorted loudly.
Klaus grumbled. "Leave us, before I dagger you for another century."
"Why for another century? Is that how long it'll take for you two to prepare your little show for me? I'm flattered." The bottomless darkness in Kol's eyes made it impossible for Stefan to understand whether he meant it or not.
A stumbling noise reached their ears from upstairs.
"What did I say about prisoners in our house?" Klaus growled at his brother. He got into his clothes, but didn't button his shirt up and rushed upstairs swiftly to find the source of the noise.
Kol approached Stefan and studied him intently. "So you're my brother's new plaything?" He smirked. "Maybe I can keep you, once he's done with you. I promise I'll take good care of you, darling. I'll try not to suck your body dry and I'll try not to break more than a few bones of your body every… hour." He continued studying every inch of Stefan's body with sadistic satisfaction.
Stefan crawled backwards and tried squirming himself into his pants. In a swift movement, Kol snatched the clothing away and threw it behind him. Stefan covered his manhood with his hands, but Kol removed them. He grabbed Stefan's dick, and squeezed tightly, which hurt Stefan. He tried to break loose, but the Original was too strong. In fact, his feeble attempts at escape amused the old vampire.
"Why is my brother so crazy about you, hmmm?"
"Get off of him!" Klaus snarled, and he rushed towards Kol and tore him away from Stefan. From the entrance of the room, a mute cry of shock resounded.
"I told you to put your prisoners in the ball room, where a special plastic cover is that protects the carpet from blood stains. I should just dagger you already for spilling blood on the carpet upstairs." Klaus hissed in contempt.
Kol laughed. Stefan directed his gaze at Kol's prisoner and his mouth fell open in surprise. Jeremy.
"Don't look at my plaything!" Kol shouted. "He's all mine now!"
"Let Jeremy go, Kol", Stefan said.
"And why in the world would I care about anything you say, Salvatore?" Kol smiled ironically.
"Because Elena knows how to wield a dagger with white oak ash."
"And where is she going to get that, hmm?" Kol gave him a complacent grin and raised his eyebrows.
"From the looks of it... from your brother", Stefan said smugly.
Kol turned around and noticed Klaus waving with a dagger.
"Don't make me do it, brother", Klaus said, clearly enjoying this.
"One day you will find all your daggers burned to ashes, brother, and then what will you do when I decide to pillage Mystic Falls, skin your plaything alive and shove his skin up your hole?" Kol turned around and grabbed Jeremy by his shirt. "Let's go, darling. We're too hot for these people", he said while walking out with him. Klaus coughed and Kol turned around to face him once more.
"Fine. And I promise I won't hurt my bud... much." He gave him a sly smile and then paraded out through the back door with Jeremy.
Klaus and Stefan both sighed simultaneously and then laughed. Klaus made Stefan shuffle aside to make room for him on the couch. He took place next to him and Stefan laid his head on Klaus' shoulder and started caressing Klaus' bare chest. Good thing he left that shirt open...
"He won't hurt Jeremy for real, will he?" he asked.
Klaus bent over to kiss Stefan's forehead softly and then pondered.
"I... don't think he will, but you never know for sure with Kol." He gazed afar, probably reminiscing about past experiences with his brother, Stefan assumed. Then he added: "He's not as... mean or careless as he tries to come across. There's good inside him. He just rarely shows it to people that aren't family."
Somehow that didn't surprise Stefan. It sounded like Damon. He'd kind of figured that there was more to Kol, even though he had never really spoken to him directly before.
"And Jeremy?" he asked. "Why is he even interested in him?"
Klaus sighed. "Who knows... I know Rebekah extremely well, but Kol will always remain a bit of a mystery to me... But I know he genuinely cares about his family and he's capable of love." Klaus nodded to emphasise his assessment.
"Just like you", Stefan said, softly stroking one finger down Klaus' happy trail. He noticed Klaus shiver.
"Just like me", Klaus agreed. "You've made me love again, Stefan. I stopped believing in love, called it a 'weakness' centuries ago", he said.
"It is a weakness, but it's worth taking the risk", Stefan replied.
"Do you..." Klaus broke off his question and blushed.
"Do I... what?" Stefan asked.
"Love... me?" Klaus' voice had the same fragile edge to it again like earlier.
"Honestly... no. I came here, hoping to find out if all this is worth losing Elena and you... surprised me. I had thought I'd go back to Elena afterwards and beg her to take me back, but the truth is... I don't want anymore. And I don't feel the need either. I'm happy here with you." He smiled warmly.
"So all this means nothing to you? Just sex?" Klaus' voice broke.
"No it does!" Stefan said passionately. "I feel drawn to you! Attracted. And I think I can fall in love with you, if you give me the time. And since when are you this insecure?"
"You think I'm attractive?" Klaus asked, surprised.
Stefan laughed. "Very much so."
"Well, so are you, mate. Have you séén those abs?" Klaus licked his lips.
"I just like to work out. It takes my mind off of things."
"I take my mind off of things in other ways…" Klaus smiled mischievously, his dimples almost making Stefan swoon again. Damn him...
"Well what are you waiting for then? My body is ready." Stefan's finger reached the button of Klaus' pants once again and lingered, hesitating.
Klaus looked at him with sparkling puppy eyes, as if to ask permission.
Stefan rolled his eyes. "Go ahead! You're not going to keep me waiting, are you?"
Klaus smiled while unbuttoning his pants. "I wouldn't dare..."
He revealed his throbbing piece of meat and smirked. "Ready for the big bad wolf?"
A/N: As always, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and crave for more. A review would be very much appreciated.
A/N: Next chapter will be... something new. I won't spoil much yet, but it's going to feature some things I haven't featured before in this story.