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“The sun is out again. No mist.”</span>Klaus looked upward toward the sky and set his eyes on the light. The burn was painful and yet there was something strangely calming about it. Stories about his kind bursting into flame at the mere presence of the sun were exaggerations, at best. The sunlight weakened them, that part was true, and if he and his brother were to spend enough time with the warm rays caressing their bare skin, eventually they would die. That was what Magnus had been told the night he was transformed, and the loyal brother relayed that information to his knowledge starved twin just a few nights later. Most days, neither brother had a desire to test out the warning bestowed upon Magnus. But as Klaus stared up at the fiery jewel, thoughts of mortality galloped like wild stallions across the vast expanse of his mind. Could they die, barring a mortal wound to the heart? Would he and Magnus truly receive the opportunity to spend eternity together, twisted up in one another's cold, undead limbs?<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“Yes, and you don't have your umbrella,”</span>Magnus replied plainly. Ever seemed to be completing his purchases. A young woman was helping him pack, a pleasant smile on her face. Although Magnus was not focusing enough to overhear their conversation, there seemed to be a familiarity between the two as if they had encountered one another numerous times before. Vibrant colors and a variety of shapes followed one another into the bag, healthy and nutritious items. If that was the kind of diet Ever adhered to on a regular basis, Magnus had an exciting assumption: Ever must taste delicious.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“It's cumbersome,”</span>Klaus snapped, redirecting Magnus' attention back to him.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“So is your attitude.”</span>Magnus shrugged, the small manipulation of his shoulders coming off as tired and forced. He closed his own umbrella and leaned on it lightly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“The sun was out when we left for the market. You knew there was a chance of showers, and you knew there was an even greater chance that the sun would be with us all day. If you're trying to get me to feel sorry for you, I refuse.”</span><br/><br/>Klaus huffed like a great, perturbed animal but he said no more. Surly though he was, Magnus had secured lunch for the afternoon, and he knew quite well that if he agitated Magus the delectable spread that was Ever's long, supple body would be gone with a snap of the younger twin's fingers.<br/><br/>After a few minutes of whispered, dull quips back and forth, Ever completed his errands and approached the twins. Magnus and Klaus gazed at Ever like starving dogs coveting a particularly bloody piece of fresh meat but the human didn't seem to notice. Magnus, much quicker to adjust his demeanor than his brother, grinned at Ever and nodded politely.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff"> “Of course. We shall follow behind you as closely as we can.”</span><br/><br/>They followed Ever out into the parking lot and watched him enter his vehicle. It was a cute little thing, lacking the power and extravagance that defined the twins' own tastes. Once Klaus knew what he was looking for, the twins situated themselves into their Porsche Panamera Turbo. Magnus had chosen the classic black metallic paint job, while Klaus had demanded the burgundy leather interior with mahogany wooden panels. The aesthetics were only minor details, however, as Klaus was much more interested in the way the car moved, the way the engine hummed adoringly whenever he fired it up. Learning how to drive after spending hundreds of years relying on horses and ships had been a fascinating experience, and every decade car models changed and altered, sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse, but Klaus had always loved every moment of being behind the wheel. Magnus hadn't driven himself anywhere in years, as Klaus would always offer to play chauffeur for his brother no matter where he was going if only so he could wrap his fingers around that wheel once more.<br/><br/>It was a short drive to Ever's home, one that the twins shared together mostly in silence. It was often this way before they completed a hunt together. Each twin settled and focused on his own desires and hunger. Magnus liked to imagine the flavors and smells he was about to enjoy, the thrill of seduction, the romantic dance he and his prey would share, while Klaus preferred to think about events in a less fanciful manner. As they drove, the older twin's cock awakened to thoughts of Ever on all fours before him, trembling and panting with pleasure as Klaus forced himself inside. Sometimes Klaus thought of his brother, his own pulsing arousal shoved deep into their victim's open mouth, and the exquisite look on Magnus' face that would form just seconds before he came. It was then that Klaus would end their frivolity and dig his fingers into his plaything's throat, oftentimes tearing a hole in the flesh and ripping the jugular and carotid artery to shreds. Magnus had never preferred that method of death. It was violent, messy, and wasted so much blood, but Klaus had little patience for his beloved brother's delicate sensibilities. Pieces of skin stuck underneath his nails was a simple pleasure he did not like to deny himself, and pieces of Ever sounded all the more delightful.<br/><br/>Halfway through their quick trip, a hand crept up his thigh and gently caressed his engorged shaft. Klaus couldn't stop himself from smirking, his eyes stealing a quick glance at his twin.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“You tease,”</span>Klaus said, biting his lip to hold back a moan as Magnus' rubbing became more forceful.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“I'm preparing. You're so eager, Klaus. I think that if I wanted to, I could make you come for me in a matter of seconds with an erection this ravenous."</span><br/><br/>Klaus chuckled lightly, placing one hand on top of his brother's to cease his stroking.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“Save it, my little fox. I will use it on Ever. And then, when his body is limp and drained, I will use it on you.”</span><br/><br/>The younger twin smiled, slowly pulling his hand away although he wanted to do anything but.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“How generous of you. We'll see if you even have the energy to carry out such machinations.”</span><br/><br/>When they approached Ever's home, Klaus pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine, letting the car settle before moving. The brothers shared one look and then exited the vehicle, following Ever through the garage and into the kitchen of 327 Peridot Drive, remaining silent as the young man began sifting through his groceries.<br/><br/>Ever directed them toward the living room, where Magnus made note of the quaint interior. Soft couches with a tasteful wooden coffee table and white candles dotting the room wherever he looked. He liked it, somewhat, although quaint wasn't much to his taste. Magnus preferred opulence over practicality, but he did think the décor fit Ever well. The boy was stunningly beautiful, but he was not extravagant, nor was he regal in some untouchable sense. Ever was innocent, approachable, enchanting. Yes, the décor fit him nicely.<br/><br/>Once Magnus had decided where to sit, Klaus followed suit, falling down next to his brother and sitting closely, their thighs pressed against one another. Klaus cared nothing for the room, the music, the mood lighting. He could have followed Ever into a barn and still had just as much motivation to fuck him until he screamed for mercy.<br/><br/>The twins both tilted their heads to the right as Ever commented on their identical features. It was a habit they had developed naturally, seemingly independent of one another, but nether twin ever really did anything without some influence from the other. The both silently realized that Ever's confusion was probably not helped by the twins' identical outfits, narrow black slacks with tucked in black button ups underneath fitted wool overcoats. Klaus was the one who reached for the remote, his fingers brushing against Ever's, immediately feeling a surge of warmth from the human's skin. His body tensed in response, denying the instantaneous urge to take Ever now. It would be so easy to do so; humans were weak, easily dominated, and Klaus had no desire to sit and prattle on with small talk. But this wasn't his catch, it was Magnus', and they had to do things his way. At least for the moment.<br/><br/>They watched as Ever removed his shoes, his even and steady footsteps as he crossed the room to get to the kitchen. Even his feet were beautiful.<br/><br/>When Ever inquired about their tea preferences, the twins responded in kind, one after the other.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“A little honey if you have it,” </span>Magnus purred.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“As is, thank you.”</span><br/><br/>Magnus nudged his brother lightly. Accepting Ever's invitation to make themselves comfortable, the twins removed their overcoats, setting them on the back of one of Ever's couches, and their shoes, which Klaus collected and deposited near the door in an effort to appear polite, although he cared very little about such niceties.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff"><br/>
“It was awfully kind of you to invite us to your home, Ever,”</span>Magnus began, leaning back against his seat and staring through to Ever in the kitchen.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“Kind, but reckless,”</span>Klaus interjected cheekily, his voice a low hum as his fingers drummed impatiently on Magnus' thigh, eager to begin the game.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff"><br/>
“Oh yes, exceptionally reckless, we could be very bad men,”</span>Magnus agreed, a playful tone to his voice that belied the terrifying situation in which Ever had unknowingly put himself.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“Bad, bad, perhaps even dangerous.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“Oh, do you consider us dangerous, Klaus?”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“No, of course not, but we have the potential to be dangerous.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“Potential is important, but it certainly isn't everything. Many men have failed to live up to their potential.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“True, brother, but Ever doesn't know that.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“Ever,”</span>Magnus called, his beaming face tainted with concupiscence.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff"> “You wouldn't consider us dangerous, would you? Do we give off a foreboding aura? Does gazing upon our countenance send tremors running down your spine and inspire in you a feeling of deep, overwhelming anticipation?”</span>