When one's palette is suddenly restricted to only being able to imbibe and digest a singular liquid, it doesn't take long for one to learn the subtle nuances involved in blood cuisine. The twins had come to realize this relatively quickly and discussed the matter thoroughly, dissecting the different flavors, the enticing aromas, the various conditions that affected their meals and altered their taste. Physical fitness was a huge factor. Eating habits. Blood type, though that wasn't something that any human had any control over. Their emotional state at the time of dental penetration was also undeniably a deciding factor in how tangy, sweet, or even spicy a victim's blood tasted. Klaus preferred the sharp, addictive sauce that was fear, thick and tangy on his tongue. Magnus was drawn far more to arousal, which gave blood more of a sweet, smokey flavor, though he'd take fear in a pinch if he had to. Blood was blood at the end of the day, and only the incredibly ill ever had blood that actually made a vampire want to retch.<br/><br/>Ever Kasala was a delectable buffet of flavors, all intermingling on Klaus' ravenous tongue to create a feast unlike anything he had ever had before. He made his career out of being physically fit, eating healthy, keeping his body in exceptional condition so he could be the most astounding ballerino in Washington, perhaps in the country. Maybe even the world, if Mister Kasala was so ambitious. Not like any of that mattered now. Ever's superb physical health, blended together with his roller coaster of emotions ranging from abject horror to acute arousal infused his blood with an alluring melange of zest and spice that kept Klaus' long, white fingers wrapped around Ever's throat, squeezing as if he were wringing every last drop of juice from a particularly sweet orange, leaving the flesh limp and withered.<br/><br/>Though Ever's body was quickly losing all vigor, Klaus failed to cease his powerful thrusts, pumping his hips into the young man viciously as he sucked him dry. Sex with him was almost as good as sex with his sweet younger brother, and he adored the way Ever pressed his own sharp hips up into him, though he had to quickly readjust when the human beneath him no longer had the energy to keep his pelvis lifted. Klaus didn't care if Ever couldn't finish;<i>he</i>was going to finish what he started. Growls emanated from the vampire's throat as he licked at Ever's torn skin, doing his best to catch every single spilled drop from the dancer's throat, though a few still managed to escape him and stain the pillow beneath Ever's head. Klaus could feel his cock pulse longingly as his orgasm began to build. The muscles in his chiseled abdomen tightened, his pelvis began to clench, his balls, heavy with thick fluid just waiting to erupt from him, pulled in close to his body, prepping for the erotic explosion to come.<br/><br/>One last determined, piercing push was all it took for Klaus to find himself drowning in euphoria, his pelvic muscles contracting, entire body in ecstasy as he came into the unconscious body beneath him, filling it up with a seed unable of ever producing offspring. He grunted as stream after stream of viscous white ejaculate entered Ever's body, until he was spent, nothing left inside of him but a deep feeling of warmth now that his balls were empty and his belly was full.<br/><br/>Klaus quickly pulled out, but refrained from removing himself from Ever's listless body. The boy's skin was pale and ashen. He snarled, knowing he had gone too far with his brother's new pet, expecting he would get quite a tongue lashing if he didn't do anything to remedy the situation. The vampire brought his right wrist up to his mouth, biting down hard into it, piercing the flesh with his canine teeth until rivers of dark red blood ran from the wounds.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"You can't argue now, can you?" </span>he hissed, gripping the unconscious boy's jaw with his left hand and wrenching it open. He pressed his bloody wrist against Ever's plump, pallid lips, letting the blood flow into Ever's open mouth and down his parched throat.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"You'll be feeling better than you ever have before in a few minutes," </span>Klaus mumbled, giving Ever a significant amount of blood before finally pulling his wrist away and watching as the puncture wounds closed themselves.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> "Just in time for Magnus to come down and play house with you." </span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 22px">★ ★ ★ ★ ★<br/>
</span>​</div><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"Come, Britta, help me take this into the office, would you?"</span> Magnus asked, waving the innocent-looking blonde woman forward. An impressive spread of food had already been placed onto a silver cart, plates of various meats, vegetables, fresh fruits, pasta, a large salad, and three different kinds of soups in steaming bowls. As Ever had refused to tell Magnus what precisely he enjoyed, the vampire had opted to get a little bit of everything to see what would attract the young man's eye. The bottom shelf of the cart even had a variety of desserts for Ever to browse. Decadent chocolate cake, caramel flan, apple strudel, raspberry sorbet, plus a few other sugary confections. Britta carefully rolled the cart into the office, making sure not to spill a single crumb of food as she crossed the threshold into Magnus' extravagant private quarters. She stopped when the man held up his hand and waited for further instruction, but Magnus simply waved her away.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff"><i>"Danke, Britta</i>. I will let you know if I require any further assistance." </span><br/>
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The servant girl nodded and curtsied low, knowing her master enjoyed such old fashioned niceties, and backed out of the office without saying a word. Although she understood English well enough, she was hardly bothered to speak it around the Augustins. The twins never seemed to mind much, and she was simply happy to have employers who didn't impose any specific language onto her. She gathered her skirts and went off, looking for something she could clean.<br/>
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Magnus opened the hidden doorway, exposing the staircase down into the play room. Getting the food down would've been quite the hassle for a human, especially with how narrow the passageway was, but for a vampire with superhuman speed, it was hardly an effort. A few trips up and down the stairs, faster than the human eye could follow, and everything was ready, still hot and smelling delicious--or, Magnus <i>assumed</i> anyway. Human food held very little appeal for him anymore besides how it could season his own meal.<br/>
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Klaus was gone, but Magnus could see that he had engaged in <i>something</i> with Ever. The boy was still chained to the bed, one of Klaus' blades was on the bedside table, and Klaus' marble box, the one Mama had given to him so long ago, still lay smashed in splintered pieces on the floor. Magnus clicked his tongue in disapproval, irritated by the mess his twin had made. <i>Barbarian</i>, he thought to himself, moving to the bed and beginning to unshackle their guest. First the wrists, then the ankles, until Ever was free to move around as he pleased. The room reeked of semen and blood, normally two scents Magnus found incredibly alluring, though he doubted Ever had been all too willing to participate in whatever games Klaus had introduced. It didn't matter. Ever would learn.<br/>
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He smirked at the cock ring on Ever's genitals. <i>Of course he wouldn't let him cum. What a tease. I'll help you soon, little mouse, but first you must eat. </i>Magnus pulled the cart close to the bed, so Ever would hardly have to reach, and moved to begin cleaning up the mess Klaus had made of his marbles. When he finished and deposited the broken wooden pieces at the base of the staircase to be taken up later, Magnus returned to the bed and sat down, rousing the young male by gently shaking him at the shoulder. Ever's skin looked flushed, the color of a freshly bloomed pink rose, and he was incredibly warm. <i>Klaus must have fed you. At least he's trying to take care of you.</i><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"Ever, darling, wake up. I have something for you."</span></span>