To his great delight, Magnus' insistence paid off, rewarding him with a trembling Ever as a reluctant euphoria washed over the young man's body. The vampire grinned, releasing the quickly softening appendage as ribbons of silky white lazily floated through the water.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“Now, that wasn't so dreadful, was it?”</span>he purred. Warm water was scooped up with cupped hands and deposited over the vampire's pale skin, a final cleansing before he removed himself from the tub. Droplets zigzagged down his taut body as he retrieved a fluffy towel and used it to dry himself.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“I recommend you get some rest. You've been through more today than you rightly deserve, and even with my brother's blood running through your veins I worry for you.” </span>Magnus' voice was soft, genuine, but lacking the overly coddling tone he had harbored for Ever previously. The vampire's lack of sleep was beginning to affect him now. The excitement of the day and his new toy could only keep him awake for so long.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“Some food will be left for you in case you grow peckish. I'll have Britta bring down something for you in the morning,” </span>he mused. He hoped that upon waking, Britta would have a list of potential chefs for Magnus to peruse.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“As you well know, the bed is quite comfy. I have no doubt you will be able to give into its temptations.”</span>Magnus slipped his clothing back on as he spoke. Despite his intentions of retiring, some semblance of modesty kept him from wandering around the estate naked. His brother did not conform to these notions of propriety as Magnus did, though Klaus rarely conformed to anything other than his own preferences.<br/><br/>Without another word, Magnus departed, leaving the young man to his now lukewarm bath. A small smile lingered on the vampire's face as he closed the heavy door to Ever's new home behind him, ensuring the lock was secure before ascending the stone steps.<i>It is truly a miracle Klaus did not consume you entirely. The curve of your lips, the tightness of your body, the sweetness of your blood... they scream “delectable,” darling Everest.</i><br/><br/>Each step back to the bedroom Magnus shared with his brother was confident and sure, though tinged with the slightest hint of exhaustion that nipped at the back of his heels. It wasn't until he had stripped himself of his clothing once more that he allowed his body to become slack, falling into the expansive bed and sliding his bare skin along the silk sheets.<br/><br/>The hours since bringing Ever home had been long and worrisome, though Magnus was satisfied with how things had turned out, for now. Klaus had refrained from permanently damaging the poor human and upon waking Magnus would find a chef and call his tailor to fit Ever with a new and exquisite wardrobe fit for a prince. The younger Augustin believed he could rest easy for now. The heavy double curtains were pulled and he was ready to rest until the next sunset when the solid red oak double door was tossed upon with a flourish, letting in a gust of chilly air.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"><br/>
“Done already? You're quick.”</span>Klaus was sans clothing; apparently he hadn't bothered to dress himself properly after violating Ever and disappearing.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff"><br/>
“I didn't use him. Not in the same manner as you, anyway.” </span>Magnus rolled over and presented his back to Klaus, groggy and impatient, desperate for sleep. Klaus cared very little for this open display of conversational rejection. The older twin slithered into bed beside his irritable brother, wrapping a long arm around him and pulling him close. Klaus licked at his brother's ear, brushing away loose strands of golden hair.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"><br/>
“Little Magnus, so eager to have all the prettiest toys but never to play with them,”</span>Klaus teased. Magnus couldn't help but smell the sweet, metallic aroma on his breath.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff"><br/>
“You fed again? Ever wasn't enough for you?”</span>he hissed, turning his head to look at his brother with narrowed eyes, as if feeding from another so soon was some deep insult.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“You are a glutton.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“And so what if I am? There's plenty left for you, isn't there? There is a perfectly usable piece of flesh just below us and instead of indulging yourself you do what? Flirt with him? Who serves themselves a delicious plate just to stare at it all day? You waste a good thing.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“I'm not wasting him, I'm ensuring that he <i>wants</i> to stay, so that we may enjoy him indefinitely. I did not use him because I do not want to think that is all vampires do. We can offer the boy much more than simply a life of cyclical eating and fucking.”</span><br/><br/>Klaus snorted derisively, rolling away from his brother and staring up at the high canopy above the bed. Extravagant and needless, like most things Magnus loved.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> “That hardly sounds like a life I'd be interested in. Don't see why he should be.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“Just go to sleep,”</span>Magnus snapped, tugging the blankets up around his shoulders.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“I have hardly slept in days and I feel my body rotting away as we speak. Unless you wish to be a lone Augustin, I recommend you rest yourself.”</span><br/><br/>Klaus grumbled beneath his breath but offered up no further resistance. That was perfectly adequate as far as Magnus was concerned.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F2f%2F45%2Fdf%2F2f45df72d3e572fab29604a77113409d--character-inspiration-girl-blonde-hair-inspiration.jpg&amp;hash=871e0e2c4e09713c2427fce6b7cbc429" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2f/45/df/2f45df72d3e572fab29604a77113409d--character-inspiration-girl-blonde-hair-inspiration.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Britta</a>carried the silver tray down the narrow steps carefully, anxious she was going to trip and spill in the dark corridor. Her footsteps were cautious and quiet, her laced up white shoes making hardly a sound until she reached the bottom of the staircase. She slowly balanced the tray on one hand, using the other to knock three times on the door before making her way in, hoping the young man within was decent.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">“Guten Morgen!”</span></i>the petite blonde called, shuffling across the room so she could lay her tray at the table next to Ever's bed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">“Good foods for you,”</span>she explained, pointing.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99"> “Rolls, <i>und </i>butter <i>und</i> <i>Marmelade.</i>”</span>There was also a small plate of sausage and cheese next to the rolls, and a hard boiled egg.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">“You would like juice? Or coffee?”</span>