Magnus had been lying there next to Ever, exhaustion weighing down his eyelids as his fingers lazily trailed down the young man's flat abdomen. He should have been asleep long ago. Stories and fairy tales about vampires bursting into flames from a single gentle kiss of sunlight were laughable, but being awake during the day and venturing out, even with an umbrella or hat, still sapped the man of the energy he'd need to keep Ever happy. Thankfully, the playroom was exceptionally quiet. Even though they were underground, the twins had still been adamant on making sure the room's walls were lined with sound damping materials that blocked noise both from coming in and from going out. Even the heavy door had been modified to shut out sound when it was closed. If Ever chose to scream, no one would ever hear him, save perhaps the twins. Their superior senses afforded them the ability to detect even the faintest of noises. When they had been young vampires, freshly born into the world of blood and death, both men had struggled with the maddening overload of sensory input. Magnus genuinely thought he would drive himself to the brink of insanity listening to the scurrying of mice in the walls of his family's manor, while Klaus desired nothing more than to tear open the throat of every breathing person around him, which of course meant everyone except Magnus. The twins had found comfort in one another then, as they were the only ones who could provide one another with absolute, encompassing silence. They did not breathe. Blood did not flow through their veins. They didn't even need to blink if they did not wish to do so, although they still did merely out of habit. They were the only ones who understood each other's pain, and they helped one another cope until they were able to block out most of the unnecessary pieces of information. It had taken a long time, but eventually they had acclimated to their new abilities, and they thrived.<br/><br/>The sound of Ever's breathing was a simple symphony to Magnus, the melodic sighs easing him into a state of quasi-slumber.<i>I must stay awake until Ever comes to</i>, Magnus thought, nuzzling the stunning specimen once more. Were Magnus to fall asleep, he would become indistinguishable from a fresh corpse. A handsome one, perhaps, but dead nonetheless, and many hours would pass until he could be roused again. Perhaps it was fortunate then that Ever's high pitched screams pierced the air of the playroom, jerking Magnus into a state of alertness he had been fighting to maintain since arriving at his lavish estate.<br/><br/>His cold, pale hand snapped to Ever's mouth and covered it, dulling the sounds of terror rushing from Ever's lips. He wasn't concerned about anyone hearing Ever's shrieks, but he wasn't particularly a fan of them, either. That was more Klaus' cup of tea.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"Hush, Ever,"</span>Magnus commanded, sliding on top of the boy and pinning him down fully to the bed, the way Klaus had done in Ever's bedroom, his hand still firmly attached to his guest's face.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"All your bellowing is for naught. No one can hear you down here. Now, I'm going to remove my hand, and you're going to be a good boy for me, do you understand? Screaming, fighting, all of it isn't going to serve you well. I promise, I will not hurt you."</span><br/><br/>He raised his dark blonde eyebrows, smiled down at the handsome boy and slowly removed his hand. He slipped off of Ever's body and climbed from the bed, straightening his simple yet elegant clothing as he stood.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff"> "I'm sure you have many questions, and you're welcome to ask, as long as you do so politely,"</span>Magnus began, his eyes traveling along the length of Ever's exquisite form.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"You must be very tired. I will have one of my staff acquire sustenance for you immediately." </span>Iron. Ever needed iron to help him recuperate from the draining he and Klaus had forced upon him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"Do you have any foods you particularly enjoy? Anything you don't like? I wouldn't want to offer you something you did not prefer to partake in. Any dietary restrictions should be related immediately, so that I may ensure your comfort."</span><br/><br/>The younger Augustin looked around, his eyes quickly scanning the large expanse of the playroom.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"Admittedly, we have not had a guest down here since we arrived in Washington,"</span>he said gently, his gaze settling on the large display case, filled with toys and tools of all varieties, shapes, colors and sizes.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"The accommodations might be a little . . . out of date. Everything was transplanted from our old home in Los Angeles, and we hadn't modernized."</span>Magnus wasn't fond of "modern" home design, with its sleek and simple furniture, preference for simple, neutral colors and lack of imagination. That was how Magnus interpreted it, anyway. He much preferred his old Gothic furniture, his extravagantly designed rooms with detail carved into every wooden panel on the wall, each room painted rich, deep, sultry colors. Klaus couldn't have cared less, but Magnus cared. He wanted his home to be a piece of art, always, and worked very hard at maintaining such grandeur.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff"><br/>
"If there is something you desire, all you have to do is ask, and we will provide for you, as you have provided for us." </span>He sighed, running his long pianist's fingers along his pale lips as he looked back to the man on the large, lavish bed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"I feel I owe you an apology, Ever. I hadn't intended for things to go south, especially so quickly. My brother has a terrible temper, and unfortunately you ignited it with your rather feisty display of defiance. For your own benefit, I recommend you avoid such acts in the future. Klaus is not kind to those who make a fool of him." </span>He stepped back and sat at the foot of the bed, the soft, pillowy mattress sinking slightly beneath his weight.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"I regret that we did not have the opportunity to finish. Your cock, like the rest of you, is perfection, and I reveled in the sweet opportunity to taste the essence of your arousal. I hope to partake again soon, if you'll allow me. I imagine we frightened you terribly, so I understand if you're not keen on the idea. But I shall inquire again, once you have become more comfortable with us."</span><br/><br/>That is assuming Klaus didn't break Ever completely.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;<br/>​</div>By the time Klaus reached the manor, he was completely soaked. Rain clouds quickly covered the sky as Klaus ran along the back roads, then eventually making a beeline through larges swaths of forest that surrounded the Augustin home. He was bristling with fury at his brother's games as he stomped through the front doors, water dripping from his clothes and creating a puddle in the entryway.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Britta!"</span>Klaus screamed, his voice a booming echo through the foyer, bouncing off of the high ceilings and reverberating through the arched doorways leading off to other parts of the house.<br/><br/>The strikingly beautiful blonde woman came rushing from a sitting room she had been dusting, her skirts billowing out around her long, narrow legs.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"Ja, Meister Klaus?" </span></i>Britta hadn't needed to take the time to figure out which twin this was. His yelling gave him away.<br/><i><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Wo ist mein Bruder?"</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"Er ging in sein Büro, Meister."</span><br/>
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</div><br/>Britta followed her master obediently up a long, curving staircase that lead to a dark upstairs corridor, the one where the twins stayed when they were home. Britta didn't like going to the twins' bedroom. The decor was beautiful, in its way, but it was dark and foreboding, with thick black curtains that covered the five foot long windows and old furniture that stank of age and musk. It was as if the brothers were trapped hundreds of years in the past and had no desire to crawl their way into the modern era.<br/><br/>As soon as they stepped into the bedroom, Klaus turned to her, glaring at her expectantly. It wasn't often that Klaus demanded her presence, the brothers usually kept to themselves, but when Klaus was irritated or otherwise vexed he had a tendency of demanding subservience from all around him, whether he needed it or not. Britta began stripping Klaus, removing the heavy, wet clothing and setting it to the side so it could be properly laundered later on. Although the twins were strange and somewhat off putting, Britta found them beautiful, and her eyes couldn't help but admire Klaus' chiseled physique as his garments fell away.<br/><i><br/>
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</div><br/>Britta nodded in understanding and retrieved a set of light, airy clothes for Klaus to wear. The twin dressed himself while Britta combed back his long blonde hair and tied it up in a ponytail with a deep red ribbon, just the way Klaus liked it. He wasn't fond of the elastics typically used to pull back hair nowadays, and would snarl if Britta attempted to use anything else on his hair. She certainly wasn't going to argue. The twins paid her an annual six-figure income to serve them as they pleased, without question, and she did just that.<br/><br/>When they were finished, Klaus waved her away and rolled up the sleeves of the black button up shirt Britta had given him, securing them at his elbows before making his way downstairs, into the office and through the secret panel. His footsteps echoed in the narrow passageway as he rushed down, eager to see his sweet, evil younger twin and that delicious piece of meat they had acquired.<br/><br/>Magnus was sitting on the bed when he arrived, staring at Ever. A smile curled at the edges of his mouth as he looked upon the two, already eager for a second show.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"><br/>
"You are a little bitch, Magnus, leaving me like that,"</span>he said, taking a few steps forward and crossing his arms over his chest.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"But your pet there has managed to incur even more of my ire."</span>