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sucker4vans · 4 years ago

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“his curly secret” on wattpad

Louis let out a huff of air through his nose, substituting a laugh. "I couldn't bare the thought of you hurt. El said she..." Louis shut up quickly at the mention of his girlfriend. Harry didn't seem to be effected by her name, so he continued. "She said she heard the crash and called Gem to see if she knew anything. Low and behold.." Louis gestured to Harry lying in the hospital bed.

"Well," Harry began. "I'm not dead. So you can go, y'know. You don't have to be here."

"I want to, Haz. I want to be here with you."

They looked at each other for a while. Louis subconsciously moved towards Harry until, eventually, his nose was hovering about Harry's.

"Can I kiss you?" he whispered. "Would that hurt you?"

Harry didn't answer. He just looked at Louis' lips. So Louis assumed he was granted permission.

When their lips met, Louis could immediately taste salt in Harry's lips. Louis winced lightly at the taste. Tears.

It was possibly the most passionate kiss the two had shared. Neither of them moved, their lips just pressed against each others. Harry started whimpering, and Louis thought maybe it meant he wanted more. But when Louis' eyes opened, he saw the tears falling off Harry's long eyelashes.

He pulled away and let his hand cup the side of Harry's cheek. "Does it hurt?"

"More than you could know."

"What part?"

Harry sniffed. "I'm sorry."

"What part hurts, Haz."

Harry didn't speak.

"Harry, love, tell me what hurts. I want to help." His thumb caressed Harry's cheekbone.

"I want you to myself."

Louis flinched, but tried to keep his gaze soft. "I know you do, darling."

Then Harry let out a sob, and he lurched forward to wrap his arms around Louis' torso. His hands gripped his shirt and he buried his face in Louis' shoulder. "Am I selfish?" His voice was muffled.

"Not even a little bit." Louis felt a tear fall from his eyelash, but he didn't feel sad. He didn't really know what he felt.

"You underst-" He cleared his throat halfway through his sentence. "You understand where I'm coming from, right?"

"Yes."

And then Harry was mad. He pulled away. "Then why doesn't she know yet?" His face twitched in anger. "If you claim to know completely how I feel, why haven't you told her? How can you stay in a house with her? How can you kiss her? God, how can you... have sex with her! How can you live a lie like that, Louis?"

There was pain in Harry's voice. "Lay down," he choked out. "You're going to get hurt."

"You're right," Harry whispered, but there was a different meaning to his words than Louis meant. "I'm going to get hurt."

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sucker4vans · 4 years ago

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klausxelijah— Dagger

"How long was I boxed up this time?"

Elijah's voice made Klaus' head turn. A smile crept onto his face. "Good, you're awake. Welcome back to the land of the living."

Elijah sat up in the coffin, and Klaus offered a hand. He took a step out, straightening his suit once both his feet were on the floor. "Where is Rebekah?"

Klaus' smile faded into something much, much darker. "Still daggered." He pointed to the other closed casket in the room. "I simply craved your company, brother." Without warning, Klaus had his half-brother pressed up against the nearest wall with his hand around his neck. "Is that so wrong?" His eyes flickered from Elijah's eyes to Elijah's lips.

Elijah didn't hesitate. In a matter of seconds, he dragged Klaus into the bedroom in which he would, on any other occasion, be resigning in. Elijah forcefully through his younger brother onto the bed, pinning his wrists near his head and breathing awfully close to his neck. "You killed me and kept me locked in a box for God knows how long," he spat. "If you brought me back for a quick fuck, allow me to remind you how this game works." The older man pressed his lower half into Klaus', the print in his pants slowly becoming more and more noticeable.

He pulled back, his hands removing themselves from the Hybrid's wrists as he threw his suit jacket on the floor. It wasn't long before his shirt was unbuttoned and hanging loosely on his arms. Just as he undid his belt buckle, Klaus sat up. "Have something to say?" Elijah teased.

Klaus swallowed a lump in his throat. "Hit me with it." He gestured to the belt Elijah had been pulling out of it's loops. "Like you used to."

Elijah's eyebrows raised. He leaned down and cupped Klaus' chin. "My little wolf," he cooed. "How eager you must be to crave such a painful release."

Klaus nodded, becoming quickly impatient. "Eager is one word to describe it. Hit me with it."

Elijah let go of Klaus' chin. "We can talk once I've seen your ass on display for me."

At that, Klaus wasted no time. He was quick to take off his jeans and turn around, his behind up in the air and his face buried in the mattress. "I hope you know," he panted. "that under any other circumstance, I would not even consider taking orders from you."

The vampire folded his belt over and snapped it in his hands, cracking it like a whip. "My, my. Even as desperate as you are, Niklaus, your stubbornness stays intact." And just like that the belt came down harshly onto Klaus' ass, the sound echoing through every corner of the room. He jolted forward, hissing at the feeling.

"Isn't this what you wanted, brother?" He brought the belt down once more, making Klaus gasp and arch his back. "To be treated like my little fucktoy?"

Klaus' body heated up at the use of the nickname. "Yes," he growled. Elijah dropped the belt to the floor when he saw Klaus' fingernails quickly becoming claws and ripping the sheets. He flipped the exposed boy around, having a full few of his fully hardened cock.

"Keep it together," Elijah muttered. "I've only just begun." He brought his hand up and waved one finger in front of Klaus' face. "Suck," he demanded. Klaus did so, taking Elijah's middle finger into his mouth and moistening it with his saliva. He swirled his tongue around it, maintaining eye-contact with his half-brother while doing so. "That's enough," he eventually spat out. He slid his finger sensually out of Klaus' mouth, watching a string of spit connect them together. He brought his hand to Klaus' ass and almost immediately pressed the wet finger against his entrance.

"Ah." Klaus' breath hitched. "It's been. . . a while. Be careful."

"Is Niklaus Mikaelson asking me to be gentle?" Elijah teased, pressing the finger harder but not yet pushing past the rim.

"No! No, don't be gentle. Just, okay, at first, maybe. Just a little gentle. I just haven't prepped--"

"As expected." With that, Elijah pushed the finger in, almost immediately curling it upwards and making Klaus' jaw drop open. "Now stop blabbering, little wolf. I'll have my way with you. I would never dream of hurting you. Not in this instance, of course. Otherwise, I might--"

"Move," Klaus interrupted. "Move your finger." His voice was choked and weak, clearly withholding a lot of verbal remarks.

Elijah cocked an eyebrow and pulled is finger almost all the way out, only to push it back in again. He adored the feeling of his half-brother's walls as he pushed only one finger in and out. Feeling the way the walls would tighten when he curled his finger up made him harder than he ever thought he could be. Elijah basked in the sight; Klaus at his weakest. He loved seeing his little brother this vulnerable, no matter the immorality of it. The flushed tone in his cheeks, the glossiness of his eyes, the rate of his heartbeat, which Elijah could hear so very clearly. It was all what prompted Elijah and Klaus to start fooling around in the first place.

Klaus laid, completely at Elijah's disposal, flushed on the bed. He wanted nothing more than to beg his older brother to fuck him right then and there, but he was afraid of his voice betraying him. Perhaps breaking halfway, maybe even coming out as no more than a whimper. When he had gathered the courage, and, frankly, had enough of watching Elijah finger-fuck him, he spoke up. "Would you fuck me now?"

Elijah's head cocked up, a grin on his face that only made Klaus' more desperate. "I will say, your ass has gotten significantly tighter since last time. I wonder if you could take it."

Klaus sat up. "I can take it," he growled. "Have you forgotten of my resilience?"

"Calm down, little wolf." Elijah placed both hands on Klaus' shoulders and pushed him back down onto the bed softly. When he was laying down again, Elijah stood back up and unzipped his pants. This made Klaus excited, quickly springing back up. "Down," demanded Elijah. "I want you to watch."

A pit formed in Klaus' chest as he took his orders, laying back down and watching as Elijah's pants dropped to the floor. He kicked them off his ankles. The print of his now fully erect member was much more visible with only one layer shielding it. And soon, that layer was gone. Elijah's member sprung free and hit his stomach, the tip hitting right above his belly button. Klaus, mesmerized, was immediately reminded of all the trouble the two had gotten into. All the times they would suck each other off after they fed, getting the blood of victims all over each other. He was reminded of all the times they helped each other experiment, and all the times they were caught and forced to stay away from each other. But with Klaus' stubborn persistence and Elijah's need for an outlet to release his frustration, the two were never truly far apart.

It was when Elijah's hand firmly gripped his own cock that Klaus was brought back to reality. It had been so long since he was able to watch such a seen unravel in front of him. The last few times have been too quick to savor. Sometimes, Elijah would leave before Klaus even got the chance to finish. Now, however, the two had all the time in the world. With Hope at the Bayou with Hayley and Jackson, Rebekah daggered, and all other enemies temporarily put to rest, the two actually had a chance to enjoy each other's presence.

Elijah's hand stayed in one spot, grasping around the tip of his member. His thumb slowly and precisely rubbed over the slit, just like Klaus would do every time he had Elijah's cock in his own hands. Klaus' manhood twitched between his legs. Elijah smirked, beginning to pump his cock slowly. "Is my little wolf getting impatient?"

Klaus' eyes didn't leave Elijah's cock. "Yes," he whispered. Somewhere in the back of his head, he loved when Elijah called him that. Little wolf. Though his first thought every time it came out of his mouth was, Give me a break, I'm not little. I'm stronger than you, asshole!

"Do you like watching?" Elijah's voice was deeper than usual. Lust filled. Klaus nodded, but he knew he didn't like it. He wanted to touch it... He wanted it inside him. "Do you want to touch yourself?"

The idea hadn't even crossed Klaus' mind. In fact, he had completely disregarded the aching in his cock until Elijah said that. And now. . . The thought made him squirm. "Yes," he begged eagerly.

"You can't," Elijah snapped. Klaus' eyebrows furrowed as he sat up. As soon as Elijah saw the man start to move, he was on top of him. Pinning him down by his wrist, he growled, "You don't move unless I tell you to. You do exactly what I say." After the two stared each other down for a minute, Elijah remembered. "Safe-word. What is it?"

Klaus rolled his eyes. "We won't need it."

"Safe-word," Elijah repeated, squeezing Klaus' wrists as a warning.

The younger man swallowed. "Selcouth for slow down. Karoshi for stop." His voice was quiet. Elijah hummed.

"Such a young poet, you were." Klaus felt Elijah's tip lightly skim one of his buttocks, making him inhale softly. "I hope to have you screaming by the end of tonight.

"We'll see." Klaus was merely testing the waters -- seeing how long it would take for Elijah to get angry.

Elijah sat up on his knees, grabbing both of Klaus' calves and pulling them towards him. His hands skimmed his ankles, kissing the top of his feet. Then, he pulled the man's feet over his shoulders. Klaus' entrance and Elijah's cock were at the perfect angle. . . If only Elijah would just put it in.

"Are you ready?"

Klaus swallowed. "No lube?"

"Weren't you the one who said you could take it?"

Klaus nodded, taking his lower lip into his mouth. And then, he felt Elijah's warm tip pressing against that vulnerable part of him. He naturally clenched, his entire body tightening. Elijah's right hand found Klaus' thigh, coercing him into a more relaxed state. "We'll get you warmed up first."

A smile found it's way to Klaus' face, but was quickly wiped away when Elijah pushed in harder. He got his tip past the rim, making him let out a groan at the tightness. The pain lasted merely a minute, but Klaus was strong. Physically, he could be the strongest man to walk to earth at the moment. So once the initial pressure was overridden with pleasure, his head fell back onto his pillow.

"Holy mother of. . .," he panted, words nearly incoherent. Elijah only let out a series of groans, until he found it in himself to pull his hips back ever so slowly. Klaus' back arched at the loss. But before he knew it, Elijah thrust his hips forward and let his hipbones slap against Klaus' buttocks. "Ah!"

"Yeah," Elijah moaned. "So tight for me, aren't you? I bet you missed this,"-- He pulled back and thrust forward again, hitting Klaus' spot deep inside of him-- "being fucked and filled by me. Being my little toy."

"I'm yours," Klaus moaned out, his nails returning to their form as claws and digging ripping the sheets yet again. "I'm your little fucktoy, Elijah."

Elijah basked in the sound of Klaus saying his name. He let his hands land on Klaus' waist, trying to soothe him in order for him to keep his human form. Klaus' claws retracted, but his eyes stayed glowing an inhumane bright green. Elijah's favorite thing about Klaus' half-werewolf entity was his eyes. The color that gleamed from them when he was angry, hungry, or horny always made Elijah gush.

So watching them shine as he thrusts into Klaus' tight little hole is truly in honor, in his mind. "That's right." Elijah caressed Klaus' waist. "You're so good for me. Such a good little slut."

Without thinking, Elijah brought his hand to Klaus' cock. Watching it bob up and down as he thrusts was becoming a distraction, and something needed to be done. He stroked the shaft just as fast as he was thrusting, watching Klaus completely come undo. "Say my name while I fucking come inside you," he growled, mumbling only loud enough so that Klaus could hear with his super-hearing.

“Elijah," he moaned in response. "Fuck, Elijah, I'm gonna come with you. Elijah, Elijah, Elijah," he moaned in sync with each thrust.

"Oh, shit, oh, shit," Elijah began to slow down, but Klaus insisted.

"No, don't stop!" he yelled. "I'm coming!"

"Me too, baby, me too."

Elijah's load spilled into Klaus, who's reaction to the feeling involved spilling his load all over his own stomach. "God," Elijah panted. "you are such a slut."

Klaus took a second to catch his breath. "Only for you, brother."

Finally, Elijah pulled his almost-flaccid shaft out of Klaus' hole. Klaus' body twitched at the sudden feeling of being empty. Suddenly, the pain hit Klaus' right where Elijah had been.

"Oh," he groaned. "Oh God."

Elijah chuckled. "Now that you've gotten what you wanted, shall we un-dagger Rebekah?" Using his super-speed to his ability, Elijah had his suit on in a matter of seconds. "There must be another reason you--"

Klaus interrupted Elijah's statement by sinking the dagger that had been keeping Elijah asleep back into his heart. The weapon sunk slowly into his chest, and Klaus watched the life slip from his flushed face with a smile.

"Nope, you'll be going right back where you started, big brother."

With that, he dragged Elijah's body back into the casket where he had previously been laying. He planted a kiss on his cold, veiny lips. "I'll let you know when I need you again," he whispered with a smirk.

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