Poor, honey-flavored Ever was terrified, though Magnus could see the young man tried to shove his fears down, deep down instead of himself. His quivering voice gave him away, and Magnus allowed the feisty, angelic thing to snap at him as he pleased. Luckily for the statuesque young man, Magnus was much more patient than his ornery twin, and the human's sharp words encouraged little emotion from Magnus other than a mild pity. He didn't allow himself to wallow in his sympathies for Ever as he genuinely believed (perhaps somewhat naively) that Ever would come to appreciate the life Magnus and Klaus could provide for him. Once he decided to cooperate and stop biting on genitals, anyway.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"I'll acquire clothes for you, Ever, there is no reason for you to worry. I'll have my tailor come and take your measurements, but in the meantime I'm sure we can find you something suitable."</span>There was bound to be<i>something</i>in the twins' excessive closets that would fit Ever's sculpted physique. He was almost the same height as the twins, only shorter by an inch, and Ever's build wasn't too far off from the Augustins' own. Slender and fit, though the twins were perhaps a little narrower in the chest. Anything loose-fitting on them would surely be more than acceptable for Ever until Magnus made his phone calls. There were more important things to attend to in the meantime. Like food.<br/><br/>Magnus chuckled lightly when Ever began making more demands of him and telling him his very existence was a thing of fiction.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"Yes, darling, I very much thought the same when I was turned. However, you'll see that I am flesh and bone, just the same as you. I have no need for human food or drink, I do not breathe, but I do bleed. Is that not sufficient? When you were touching me, and my mouth was on that stunning cock of yours, was that not enough proof that I am a no mere fairy tale used to scare humans?" </span><br/><br/>The question was left unanswered as Klaus came sauntering through the door, and Magnus stood to meet him. The younger twin strode across the room confidently, grinning toothily at his brother as he approached. Klaus, smirk still plastered onto his pink lips, lifted his arms invitingly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"I did what you asked of me,"</span>Klaus said proudly, his voice dripping with arrogance as he pulled his brother close, resting his hands on the other man's hips.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> "They'll make their assumptions, and you'll be able to keep your toy."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"He's not just for me. You can play, too, if you're nice."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Am I ever nice?"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"No."</span><br/><br/>Klaus laughed heartily, snickering as he pushed his brother to the side and began walking toward Ever. Magnus gripped his arm and demanded his attention, causing Klaus to snap his head back in surprise.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"What?"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"I'm going to get him food. Please, do not make me waste my time."</span><br/><br/>Klaus nodded, albeit reluctantly, and Magnus smiled at Ever as he released Klaus' arm.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"You'll have a delectable meal soon, Ever. A little bit of everything, hm? Klaus will keep you company while I'm gone. You two play nice."</span>Magnus blew Ever a slow, delicate kiss before turning on his heel and ascending the steps, the heavy door closing behind him and locking instantly with a loud, echoing clank.<br/><br/>Klaus let out a long, trailing breath as he watched his brother disappear into the dark stairwell. Though he desperately wanted to tear Ever apart for the pain he had inflicted upon him, for the way he had embarrassed him in front of his beloved brother, Klaus knew Magnus would be absolutely livid if he came back and found his sweet pet dissected into pieces and strewn about the playroom floor, his blood splattering the walls à la Ever's now<i>former</i>bedroom. He would have to maintain some modicum of restraint. Or, and this was the more attractive option, he could do whatever he wanted and just give the boy his blood afterwards. Vampire blood had the rather impressive ability of healing wounds and refreshing the body, making one feel invincible, even getting a human high if he drank too much. But would Ever drink? That was the question. Klaus thought he'd be an absolute idiot not to.<br/><br/>Then again, Ever<i>had</i>bit him.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"I'm sure you're very tired,"</span>Klaus mused softly, his voice like velvet as he crossed the room silently, his bare feet gliding across the shiny black floor. He was making his way to the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimage.ibb.co%2FgtkffQ%2FCs41_DLVWc_AACZzb.png&amp;hash=a809b53117ff21412f1fc5835db9550a" href="https://image.ibb.co/gtkffQ/Cs41_DLVWc_AACZzb.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">antique weapon bureau</a>, his snow-white fingers pulling the doors wide open and chuckling as he admired his various old knives, axes, and flails. Though any one of these would have been more than enough to set fear rushing through Ever's pulsing veins, Klaus touched none of them. Instead, he pulled out an old wooden box with a metal latch and a white silk pouch with a golden tie that clinked as he held it in his hand.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Magnus is going to spoil you with all the food and drink you could want, I'm sure of it. And it will help, minimally. I'm going to offer you something else. Something better."</span>He made his way over to the bed, but unlike his brother he did not sit on it or encroach upon Ever's space. Instead, Klaus merely stood, his body stiff and tall as he looked down on the young man, lying on his favorite sheets.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"If you were to imbibe some of my blood, it would make you feel strong again. You won't need the slow, gentle recovery Magnus wishes to impose on you. He has this ridiculous idea that if he treats you with adoration and respect, eventually you'll enjoy being here. But you and I, we maintain no illusions, don't we, Ever? You do not wish to be here, and I do not wish to pretend that I want you here. If it were up to me, you'd be dead."<br/>
</span><br/>Klaus' words were cold, blunt and lacking the sensual tone he had spoken with back at Ever's duplex. The older Augustin was still quite angry at the young man, but hopefully their play time would quell his burning fury.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"But I love my brother, painfully so, and I yearn for his happiness more than your demise. If he wants you alive, then I will do my best to keep you that way. And the most effective way to do that is to offer you a piece of me. You're welcome to decline, if you so wish. But I certainly wouldn't recommend it.<br/>
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"Once you've made your decision, we'll play a little game."</span>Klaus grinned, holding up the wooden box, though it still remained closed for now.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"So tell me, Ever, what do you say? Do you want a taste?"</span>