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</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px">When Magnus pulled on his own weeping cock, Ever couldn't suppress his gasp. <i>Fuck, it was huge.</i> Magnus' cock was thick and long with a huge mushroomed head that curved up that vanished beneath a fleshy cowl of foreskin. The erect, aroused flesh stood up proudly as it jutted away from Magnus' body, too weighty to stand straight up. Ever felt his own cock grow even harder inside Magnus' fist and groaned. Ever was so hard he leaked profusely in Magnus' palm, the thick veins throbbing beneath his smooth bisque flesh.  A ragged sound tore from Ever's throat as he hardened even more at Magnus' touch, loving the way his hand felt as he stroked both cocks together.</span><br/><i><span style="font-size: 18px"><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">Magnus had pressed himself close, using his own engorged shaft to rub against Ever's, enticing breathy gasps of pleasure to escape his lips as he spoke. “Now you must feel the glorious satisfaction my egocentric twin has denied you. I want you to come for me, Ever. I want you to feel your entire being tense in anticipation of the euphoric explosion right at the base of that magnificent cock of yours. You're beautiful, Everest. You are perfection made flesh and bone and you must allow me just a taste of it. Doesn't that sound wonderful, Ever?”</span></span></i><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><br/>
Not a single word was uttered as Magnus stroked Ever slowly and methodically.  As much as Ever wanted to close his eyes and succumb to the pure sensation of Magnus' velvety dialogue, there was no denying the unnatural picture they made. In Ever's fantasies, the erotic vision of his throbbing flesh being stroked by Magnus' elegant hand was all he needed to see and feel. In his reality, every word of honeyed poetry that dripped from Magnus' serpent's tongue was a lie and he knew damn well what Magnus and Klaus were doing to him was very illegal. Ever just couldn't fathom why his body was enjoying their wicked abuse when it should have been fighting them off.<br/>
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Ever would have given anything to have his body pressed against Magnus' golden nakedness, allowing Magnus free reign to feel the warm expanse of his flesh.  Ever could have been just as  enthusiastic a lover-- assuming whatever position Magnus desired, if tea time at his apartment hadn't ended so violently. Even though Magnus plead his brother's case that Ever's actions provoked him, he felt that he was forced to defend himself. But now, all conflicted thoughts aside, Magnus was driving Ever crazy with hunger, his breathing punctuated by the erotic sound of his broken moans.<br/>
</span><br/><i><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">“We will give you everything. All I wish for in return is the sweet satisfaction of feeling you convulse in my hands as your orgasm consumes you." Magnus whispered huskily in his ear.</span></span></i><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"> <br/>
Magnus' words caused a shiver of lust to race up and down his spine, causing a gush of precum to spill from his throbbing cock. Magnus pumped Ever in long, hard strokes from the base to the tip, causing soft howls of pleasure to spill out of him. Trembling with pleasure, Ever thrust his hips up desperately and rhythmically into Magnus' hand with just one goal in mind. He needed to cum badly. The pesky conflicting thoughts and any dismay Ever felt over his own lack of decorum, were placed in a dusty corner of his mind, helpless in the face of his overwhelming sexual frenzy.<br/>
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<b>"Jesus...fuck."</b> Ever gasped.<b> "It. Feels so good. What the hell... what are you doing to me?" </b><br/>
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When Magnus possessively grabbed a handful of his ass in his hand, Ever almost went out of his mind with bliss. He had never felt anything so exquisite before. His head pressed against Magnus' shoulder in ecstatic abandon as he blocked out every single thing in the world except the delightful feel of Magnus' hand on his cock. It felt so good that Ever's breath exploded from his lungs as he cried out and a look of sheer rapture caused his olive depths to glaze over. </span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><b>"Fuck..."</b> Ever breathed, beads of sweat misting his brow as his excitement mounted. <br/>
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He was completely at the mercy of Magnus Augustin, driven near mindless with the need to climax. Ever trembled as he felt the intensity of his pleasure increase to unbearable heights. He knew he was about to lose it, and couldn't help but wonder how he'd managed to hold his nut back for this long. When he felt the soft inflection of Magnus' voice brush against the shell of his ear, Ever moaned as his entire body locked into that moment of exquisite tautness that came before release. </span><br/><i><span style="font-size: 18px"><br/>
Ohfuckoh....<br/>
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		I'm going to cream.<br/>
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					 Oh..OH. I'm  cumming! <br/>
</span></i><br/><span style="font-size: 18px">Ever soon erupted with an animal roar, his orgasm hitting him full force as hot cum forcefully burst from the tip of his cock in thick streams that splattered against their bellies, and formed wispy strands that resembled a cup of egg drop soup in the water. He whimpered brokenly as his cock jerked within Magnus' hand and his entire body convulsed in fierce tremors from the pent-up release erupting from him. His orgasm almost seemed to go on forever as Magnus milked his cock with expert strokes, extending his pleasure till Ever thought he would go insane. His heart jackhammered wildly within his chest, moaning throatily at the exquisite feeling that kept slamming through him. <br/>
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When Ever finally stopped cumming, blissful tremors kept shaking his frame as he struggled to bring his breathing back under control. <i>Fuck, that was intense, Ever thought. Once </i>his cock was completely drained,  along with a wave of euphoria came a sudden sense of guilt. While emerging from his dazed state, Ever felt he possessive embrace of Magnus' arm as it gradually lost its vigor. Ever noticed that he blonde vampire seemed to be suffering from a lack of sleep that formed shadows on his handsome face. He pressed against the wall of the jacuzzi as Magnus rose to stand up in the bathtub. Ever still needed extra support for his body as he basked in the glow of his huge orgasm.<br/>
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He noticed immediately how disconnected and less engaged Magnus' voice sounded  as he rambled on about Ever's need for sleep, food, and the bed beyond the bathroom door where he'd been tied down and raped by Klaus earlier. Oh and <i>his brother's blood flowing through his veins </i>being a worry. There was no kiss goodnight, no playful affection. Ever could barely lock his gaze on Magnus once the topic of Klaus' blood was brought up. Ever was pretty sure that he refused it when it had been offered to him, <i>so how the hell? </i>Ever silently observed his body as he lay in the water while Magnus got dressed, thinking his body felt different. More energized. More something...<br/>
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<b>"Why would you worry about his blood in me Magnus?"</b> he asked, not expecting any answer to the question, at least not currently.<br/>
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Magnus left the bathroom and granted him some solitude, but Ever sat in the lukewarm bathwater feeling remorseful, guilty, and filthy. He turned the hot water on to warm up the bath, and as it was running he completely lost it.  He started with a small sob and then his emotions began to overflow as waves of anger and the feelings from what had happened to him emerged. He instantly regretted inviting the twins back to his duplex. Another human might have wished in that moment for a time machine in order to go back in time and fix their mistakes, but Ever had the innate ability to do what was impossible for them. Except he didn't have the slightest idea how to activate his powers or wield them properly.<br/>
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As Ever shed his tears of hurt and regret, the bathroom mirror began to shudder and vibrate as he hit replay by accident.<br/>
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Ever wound up scrubbing his legs and belly over and over again for every moment of time reversal. The only thing he succeeded doing during his emotional outburst was leave red blotches on his skin, develop a case of sudden exhaustion and as far as he could still see-- Magnus was still gone. Getting out of the bathtub, Ever quickly dried himself off  with a towel before he managed to fall asleep in the water and drown himself. He barely remembered emptying the water or hanging the used towel back on the rod before he lay down in the canopy bed. Once there, Ever slid the velvet mantle of the comforter over his naked body and fell into a deep and surprisingly, undisturbed sleep.<br/>
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Saraya Kasala could have warned Britta that her middle child was a heavy sleeper, and  that whenever Ever fell asleep, he was out for the count. The knock at the door wasn't immediately answered with a cheery hello, but whoever had come a' calling would see a telltale shifting of the prominent lump his body made under the comforter in response. Pillows and cushions had landed on the floor during his slumber as Ever spread his entire 6'2" across the large soft platform that made up the ornate and ancient looking Gothic canopy bed. There were two pillows shoved under one arm, and his curly head was buried underneath a third pillow as Britta carried a breakfast tray into the room and began setting it up on the table beside his bed.<br/>
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He heard a voice, it sounded female but strangely foreign to his ears. For a moment, Ever thought the events that occurred the day before were all just a horrible nightmare. That maybe if he opened up his eyes he would wake up and see his mother Saraya standing there, and he would be in his old bed at their family home on Woodland Drive. She would give Ever hell for not getting up early as promised to join her in the sunroom for morning yoga, and he would apologize profusely and make her breakfast to make up for his tardiness. Because no one in their right mind would make up a story about meeting two hot identical twins at the Metropolitan Market with an intense streak of batshit FUCKING crazy, claiming to be vampires. <br/>
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<i>Wait. Ever remembered those</i> fangs were quite real. He'd seen them close up, and he'd felt them at least three times when the twins bit him. Ever shivered and suddenly shot up in the bed. <br/>
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<b> "Mom?" </b>he whispered aloud.<br/>
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Opening his eyes, Ever lifted his gaze upward, looking at the canopy of the bed he was lying in. His old bed didn't have a canopy,  especially one lined with expensive silk damask fabric.<br/>
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It was real.<br/>
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His head swiveled to the left, where a wall of archaic torture devices Klaus Augustin collected were stored. The sharpened blades were also real. Next to his captor's wall of weapons, a human sized birdcage stood on display showcasing its bronzed glory. Ever had the feeling the cage wasn't used to keep birds from flying away.<br/>
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It was meant to prevent his escape.<br/>
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Saraya Kasala wasn't standing there when he opened his eyes. Instead of his mother there was a woman with a cheerful smile standing there beside his bed. The waif-like woman was dressed in a maid's uniform, and Ever thought she said something that meant good morning in her language, but he was unsure.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px">If Britta was good at reading facial expressions, she would have seen the disappointment flicker across Ever's face the moment he realized his nightmare was real and there was no way for him to escape from it. Misty olive eyes refocused on her face, quietly regarding her, before opening his mouth to speak. Ever needed a little extra time to size Britta up, and decide whether or not she was friend or foe.<br/>
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<i>How could she have unlocked the door carrying a full tray like that, he wondered.</i> <br/>
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Maybe she was magical, like a fucking unicorn.<br/>
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<span style="font-size: 18px"><b>"Gut- morten?" </b>Ever repeated, incorrectly.</span><br/>
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<b>"Hi there! Who are you?"</b>he asked, because the only information she hadn't yet volunteered was her name. <b>"My name is Ever. What's yours?"</b><br/>
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She did go into great detail about what was on the breakfast tray. She sounded like a female Magnus and the thought of him caused Ever to shift his position in the bed as he recalled the memory of what happened in the bathtub with him hours ago? days ago? Ever didn't even know how long he'd been sleeping or whether it was day or night, but he thought that if it were closer to night Klaus or Magnus would have been his visitor instead. So it had to be morning.<br/>
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<b>"What day is it?  What time is it now?" </b>Ever asked rapid fire, as he edged his body closer to the side of the bed, clutching a sheet to his chest to cover his nudity and his morning wood.<br/>
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<b>"Marmalade? what's that?"</b> Ever's dark brow arched quizzically.  He'd never had it before, and never heard of it but he was hungry and wanted to eat.<br/>
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Ever thought food was critical before any further questions were asked. He saw protein in the boiled egg, cheese and sausage and wouldn't pass them up. He needed some carbs in the bread, but wanted to know what kind of sugar content the marmalade had once he saw it on his tray, it reminded him of jam. Ever was polite, he saw no need to bite Britta's head off because it wasn't her fault that she had two assholes for her employers. He tucked the sheet around himself, as he ventured to the bathroom to take a leak, wash his hands and return looking like a Greek god dressed in a toga.<br/>
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<b>"Coffee please. Cream only. No sugar, thanks."</b> he answered her, sitting down to eat the food she prepared.<br/>
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