Baron Leopold Sigmund Augustin wasn't exactly what one would consider a nice man. He was stern, with a penchant for beating his four children when things didn't go his way. The beatings weren't considered unusual, and neither the army of servants nor any member of the Augustin family batted an eye when one of the children gloomily dragged their way through the stretched out corridors of the Augustins' extravagant manor covered in bruises and wearing a mask of melancholy. Between the four youths, the two youngest siblings seemed to receive the brunt of Leopold's frustrations. Klaus was raucous and had a tendency of disobeying direct orders while showing off his insubordination with an insolent grin. Magnus, Klaus' twin brother and the baby of the family, earned his father's ire merely by existing. Despite Magnus' attempts at satisfying his father's stringent expectations, the boy's sensitivity and oftentimes sassy mouth left Leopold scowling in disappointment.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99"><br/>
“You should go hunting with your brothers,” </span>Leopold would say, gazing across the vast property to the stables where the oldest child, Rudolfus, was mounting his mare while Klaus gathered his beloved pack of pointers. Magnus scoffed in response, shoving down the feelings of fury inside of him that Klaus would choose to waste his afternoon with Rudolfus instead of him. Rudolfus was ten years older and a man, twenty-three years of age compared to the twins' thirteen. Why waste his time with a boy such as Klaus? Did he not have friends his own age he could drag out into the forest to kill foxes with?<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“Blood holds no allure for me, Papa,”</span>Magnus replied smugly, running his fingers along the keys of his piano without making a single sound. Papa enjoyed Magnus' music. It wasn't an embarrassment to have a son who was so undoubtedly skilled in creating stunning aural masterpieces at such a tender age. Magnus was a darling at the parties Mama held, inviting nobility from all over the country to come and enjoy her youngest and favorite child as his fingers pirouetted across the keys of his elegant instrument. A particularly wealthy baron, richer even than the Augustins, who went by the name of Stefan Jäger always made an appearance at these exclusive balls, though he rarely interacted with anyone else once the boy's fingers had tired and his music ceased. Leopold had noticed Baron Jäger's interest when Magnus was only nine years old and figured that one day he could use the man's affection for Magnus to the family's advantage. But that day had not yet come, and in the meantime (as far as Leopold was concerned) the least the boy could do was make himself a more well-rounded young man by engaging an in invigorating hunt.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99"><br/>
“If you will not join your brothers, perhaps you can go entertain your sister as she practices her painting,”</span>Leopold groaned, not in the mood for his son's too-clever mouth.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“Emmeline is quite fine without me. I would rather remain here and patiently wait for my brother's return.” </span>Magnus' language was vague. It was impossible to know that Magnus only wished for Klaus to come back to him. Rudolfus was of little importance. All that mattered was his twin.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">“Why must you do this, Magnus?”</span>Leopold snapped, slamming his fist down on the reflective surface of the piano cover. Magnus flinched in response, shaking his head to suggest that he had no idea what his father was talking about.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">“You sit here and waste time yearning for your brothers when you could be making yourself useful! If you wished to be in your siblings' company, why not go on the hunt?”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“Hunts are barbaric and turn respectable men into nothing more than ravenous mirrored images of the beasts they seek out. Animals slaughtering animals. Where is the entertainment there? If you could successfully explain this to me, Papa, I would be eternally grateful, though I highly doubt you have the mental capacity to attempt such an impressive feat.”</span><br/><br/>Magnus squealed out as Leopold's hand made swift, unforgiving contact with the side of his face. Once, twice, three times as Leopold held back no single ounce of strength, It felt as if his head had exploded into a thousand tiny stars, each one burning and singeing the inside of his skull. His bright blue eyes looked up at his father, glassy and cold, with tears pooling at the edges of his lower eyelids.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">“You will not speak to me in such a manner again,”</span>Leopold explained. Magnus said nothing, only stared, a single hand placed delicately on his burning cheek. Papa turned away, revealing long silvery blonde hair swept behind his neck and tied up with a scarlet ribbon. Magnus watched as his father left, off to do something<i>important</i>, surely, before leaving his piano and quietly roaming through the manor until he reached his bedroom, burying himself beneath his blankets.<br/><br/>That night, when Klaus sneaked from his bedroom into Magnus', peppering kisses and fondling him beneath his bed linens, Magnus made Klaus promise he would never love anyone more than he loved him.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“What a silly request,” </span>Klaus laughed, spreading Magnus' legs and settling there, warming his hands in the heat between his brother's thighs.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“I do not joke,”</span>Magnus hissed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“Promise me. You love me more than anyone.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“Of course I do. Do you see me in anyone else's bed tonight?”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“More than Rudolfus?”  </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“Rudolfus? What does he have to do with--”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“<i>Promise me!”</i></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"><br/>
“Yes, yes, now be quiet or I'll cut out that pretty tongue of yours! Do you want one of the servants finding us again?” </span>Klaus warned, shutting his brother up with a hard, angry kiss.<br/><br/>Magnus allowed his twin to silence him, at least for now. His mind raced as he thought of how to fix his problems. Rudolfus stealing Klaus away from him. Papa generally being insufferable. Magnus had been punished far more severely before for his transgressions and would be again for years to come, but in that moment as he lay beneath his twin, all Magnus could think about was how much better it would be if everyone were to simply perish, leaving no one but himself and his twin. Alone. Together.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">x - x - x - x - x<br/>​</div>Ever's pleas did not go unnoticed, but Magnus was finding it difficult to sympathize with the boy and his desire to return to his family. What could they possible offer him that he and Klaus couldn't? The pain of separation would leave him with time, just as it had Magnus. Their mother's death had been the beginning of Magnus' lessons in learning how to numb himself from the pain of loss. While it was true that Ever's family was<i>not</i>dead, Magnus thought it best that Ever begin thinking of them that way. The more he worried over them, the more miserable he would be, and a miserable toy was not a fun one to play with.<br/><br/>Magnus felt his body shudder with remorse as Ever sobbed. He absolutely despised seeing his new angel so upset, but Ever<i>had to learn</i>. Coddling him was only going to do so much. It might even spoil him, though Magnus had decided he didn't mind that eventuality all that much. Anything Ever could possibly want was nothing more than just a phone call away, and Magnus was more than willing to go the extra mile to ensure Ever's happiness. Just short of actually letting him go, anyway.<br/><br/>Despite the boy's soul crushing sadness, the sobs settled and eventually ceased as Magnus continued his affectionate molesting beneath the water. Perhaps it was too difficult for Ever to focus on being despondent when an experienced mouth licked and sucked and fingers squeezed in just the right way. It was just a small thing Magnus had wanted, and at least (for now) Ever had stopped struggling.<br/><br/>The vampire continued to fellate Ever until the young man's cock was throbbing. Having tasted the sweet ooze that was Ever's precum, Magnus lifted himself from the water, hand still wrapped around Ever's trembling shaft and<i>feeling</i>.<br/><br/>Magnus' hair hung like limp strips of gold from his scalp, dripping water down his hard, pearlescent chest. His lips were open and his cerulean eyes sparkled as his obsessive gaze settled on Ever's mouth. The hand that wasn't pumping Ever's cock beneath the water snaked its way around the human's narrow waist, holding tight as lips were brought together and Magnus once again moaned his satisfaction against his captive's reluctant mouth.<br/><br/>Was it so wrong to want to be desired by Ever? To crave his complete adoration? Magnus had already begun to understand that his precious flower was far too spirited to simply<i>give in</i>. Expecting Ever to not have reservations, to not be angry, to not be traumatized by the events that had transpired... it was unrealistic at best and cruel at worst. No, Magnus had no intention of ignoring his new lover's woes, as insignificant as he found them to be.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“My sweet,”</span>Magnus purred, gently pulling his mouth away and nuzzling the soft skin of Ever's cheek.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“I do hope you can find it in your heart to forgive what my brother has done. He is beastly. I have suffered at his hand more than once, and perhaps it is not the most effective way to endear you to us. I understand that.  </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“We will discuss your life. Your family, your job. We will. This I promise you. But now is not the time for such things.” </span>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.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“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><br/><br/>Magnus was stroking faster now, unburdened by the water surrounding them. The hand around Ever's waist had fallen, and now long, precise fingers were caressing the curve of Ever's spectacular ass, blunt nails digging hard into the flesh.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff"> “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.”</span>