His pupils were long dilated as he watched the carnal feast of the hybrid happening right in front of his darkened green eyes. Slight animal-like sounds escaped through his blood coated lips as the hybrid suckled the life out of his prey. Through his perfectly white, gritted teeth escaped a sigh that managed to reach Klaus' ears and made him smirk in satisfaction as he continued feeding on the woman with golden locks into his extraordinarily strong arms. She was already faint and the sweetness of her precious blood was sickening him, anyway so he let her limp body hit the ground and headed recklessly towards Stefan to meet his lust-hooded glance.
"Are you satisfied?" Stefan spoke, but his voice did not sound as bitter and frigid as it generally does.
Instead of answering, Klaus ran his tongue over his full bottom lip, partially cleaning it. His royal blue eyes now lifted from the ground and in the very end, he managed to look his companion right into the eye. There was a desperate need, a want that was not satiated burning brightly into his moss green eyes and it brought him to the conclusion that the teasing had actually worked. He was practically begging for him. It was the ideal situation.
"Only if you'll help me..." he prolonged the last letter, giving him a suggesting look that lacked discretion or any sort of manner. If Niklaus seemed to act like a charismatic man, he certainly dropped the act and took exactly what he wanted when he was in need.
Unconsciously, the younger vampire leaned in, staring so very insistently at the hybrid's sensual lips, and tenderly pressed his slightly purple lips against his. It wouldn't be the very first kiss they've shared, yet Stefan felt just as vulnerable as he did when their lips first met. With Klaus, he always had something to fear, mainly because of his ever changing mood - he could go from being a devoted lover to a monster sent straight from hell faster than a hormonal woman. At first, it seemed funny to compare the most evil vampire of history with a woman, but in time, he certainly has earned the title. Maybe it was the experience he's gained thorough the years or maybe it was merely his talent, but Klaus was certainly giving him the best sensations in his century long life. He was heaven and hell, happening at the same time, in the very same place. The woods weren't probably the most comfortable to do such things in, but frankly, neither of the men cared. Their want, lust were guiding them through the dark, telling them just how to act and what to do - they were their own sentiments' puppets and it felt blissful. Most of the times, the hybrids let the younger vampire show what he knew, but now they were both so turned on and the pressure to let go was just too much and now Klaus took control. Unlike his lover, Klaus made rough and urgent moves, seeking his release to come as soon as possible. After a kiss or more, they were both naked, their seemingly sculpted bodies glistering into the erotic light of the almost full moon. Niklaus caressed Stefan's bony face and pressed his blood red lips against his once again, letting him taste the remaining blood and then whispering, their mouths at an insignificant distance from each other. He promised nothing and yet everything to his lover as his mouth trailed from his mouth, his cheek, to his neck and in the very end, to his rock hard abdomen. The hybrid's fingers ghosted against his visible ribs and looked with a heavy worry present in his eyes that betrayed any kind of cruel act he was trying to put on. In the last few days, Stefan has been abstaining from any sort of food and it worried Klaus much more than he would like to admit.
"Eat more, dear." He spoke, before his unbelievably hot mouth played with his way colder skin. Stefan lost his balance and they collapsed on the muddy ground, the hybrid above him still playing his teasing games with him. Stefan didn't want to be teased - he wanted to be satisfied, to be taken by the fierce man that was Klaus and in a cruder language, he wanted the hybrid to fuck the senses out of his sore body and make him forget about this depressing reality they were both in. Klaus switched positions, bringing Stefan's glorious naked body above him and his erection. The younger vampire hissed in pain as he was entered by the much more experienced man that did not even flinch at the entrance. At first, it was terribly painful for Stefan, but with Klaus in control, he was gasping from pleasure in no time. The hybrid bit into his meaty bottom lip as he watched the man above him grunt and curse violently, his eyes shuttling and rolling back with each sinfully satisfying thrust. The slender fingers of Klaus wrapped around Stefan's hips, to give him more support as he increased his speed to an unnatural one. The man underneath could not help himself and follow his instincts - a deep scream escaped his clenched teeth as his movements became so very powerful and rapid. Stefan let his head fall back, his eyes tightly shut as he rode the hybrid, his moves surprisingly pleasing, despite his unexperienced self in satisfying men. Stefan knew that Klaus has certainly slept with other men, but he has also been his first. The seventeen year old looking vampire couldn't say that he was attracted by men - he was attracted by Klaus, his and only his hybrid. Moments later they were gasping breathlessly, despite their lack of need to breathe, eyes shut and perspiration drops running down their well built abdomens. After their glorious climax, Stefan could barely move, so Klaus helped him get out. The vampire laid above his lover, giving him soft kisses with his weary eyes half closed. Klaus just stood there and forced himself to keep those pathetic tears into his eyes. It was the very first time, in his life, he actually could feel and love recklessly. With Stefan, he felt so young and carefree and what he feared the most now was the dark thought of losing this, losing him. He knew that his behavior would once determine Stefan to leave, so he just tried to enjoy those precious moments with his love. "Are those tears I'm seeing?" Stefan spoke, his tone soft and caring. " Come on, I couldn't have hurt you so bad." He joked, letting out a light chuckle, followed by his love's melodic laugh. "But now seriously - what's wrong, Nik?"
"My love... I haven't quite seen anything as wonderful as you in my centuries long life." His breath was ragged and his voice faint. " My purpose was none until the very moment I've met you. You shine brighter than the sun, into my eyes, love. Now what I am afraid of is merely you leaving me."
His lover's attempts to promise him impossible things, such as being eternally together, were adorable and they brought him warmth - nobody actually cared enough for him to try to heal him, but Stefan did care and although he tried, he couldn't heal all those wounds time has opened into his old heart. "I won't leave you, I promise. You can help me redeem myself and you can teach me more about self-control..." he kept going until Klaus spoke loud enough to cover him. "You will leave me one day - I will not be that selfish to keep you with me whilst you can find a wonderful people to share new experiences with, to visit unimaginably beautiful places with. You're young and still so human, Stefan. I'm old and bitter - it would be such a waste for you to turn into me. " He smiled with melancholy. "But do not be sad - do go on with your life and never have regrets because you've been the only person in my entire life that has made me feel loved and I must thank you for that with everything that I have. I will stay with you for as long as you want to."
"Can we please stop talking about you leaving me? Just hold me now and tell me something to make me smile." Stefan's voice trembled slightly, his fingers uniting with his hybrid's. He gave the blond man a kiss with as much passion as he could put in it and never wanted to let go. That is how he wanted to be - forever in his lover's arms, never letting go to the dream he's finally reached to live.
