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</div></div><br/>Ever's single shriek was muted when a large, chilly hand clamped over his screaming mouth. The palm of Magnus' hand enveloped his mouth, restricting his ability to scream, yell or protest. His thumb rest alongside Ever's nose, fingers squeezing his face so firmly that pink indentations from his fingernails were left upon his pale cheeks.<br/><br/>As incapacitated as he was, Ever Kasala still had plenty of fight left in him, as he thrashed beneath Magnus struggling to free himself. But the hand remained firmly in place, no matter how much he tried to extricate himself from it. Magnus' hand was icy against his now warm, sweaty face. Ever could feel the strength behind Magnus' vice-like grip, substantial enough to shatter all the bones in his skull.<br/><br/>"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhmmmffffhhhhh! Mmmmmmhhfffffh.... hhmmmmm, mmmmffffff hmmm mmmmmmmhhhffff!" Ever screamed, then gasped under Magnus' unrelenting pressure.<br/><i><br/>
"Hush, Ever. 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." " 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.</i><br/><br/>Ever's frightened eyes opened wide enough that the sclera became visible all the way around. Magnus practically had to smother Ever, in order to silence his cries. A few moments later, Ever quit flailing around and his muffled screaming ceased. Magnus lifted his hand off his mouth, and most of the weight that had been pressing Ever down into the mattress, eased. Even though Magnus no longer trapped him with his body, Ever felt as though he had to will his arms and legs to move. It was taking a lot more effort to get his body back in motion, and Ever was having trouble formulating a coherent sentence.<br/><br/>"Where. Am I? W--w--what. A-are y-you?" he stammered.<br/><br/>Ever still remembered getting a bird's eye view of Klaus' fangs moments before he was drilled in the throat with their sharpened points. Even now, he still felt the sensation of both sets of teeth buried in his neck and groin. and he blindly lifted his hand to touch both places he'd been bitten just to make sure the skin was intact. Everything was as it was supposed to be, there were no visible signs of his flesh ripped open or bloody but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was. Gazing down at himself, Ever noticed his nakedness and that bothered him almost as much as waking up in the bed of someone who attacked him.<br/><i><br/>
Or so he thought. </i><br/><br/>"What are y-you g-gonna do ....to me?"<br/><br/>It turned out that Magnus had just as many questions for Ever to answer, all of them pertaining to his remaining there as a guest. He was exhausted, and in no condition to debate further as to whether his life was in mortal danger or not. Emerald depths flashed in warning as his temper suddenly flared at Magnus.<br/><br/>"A-anything I d-don't like?" his voice rose a few octaves. "For one, I don't like waking up in a strange place with even stranger people touching me while I don't have clothes on, OKAY? And two, I want my clothes back on now, and I want to go home."<br/><br/>The next part of what Ever said was rather muddled, because he was very confused. Even though he was frightened and incoherent, Ever was doing his best to pretend he wasn't.<br/><br/>"I know what you and your brother did to me, and its ...you...you could have....y-you don't even exist. There's no such thing as a vampire. It's impossible. I don't n-need to t-tell you what I like eating or anything like t-that. Because I'm not staying here. Y-you're gonna take me home right now, Magnus! My family is going to look for me, because if I don't show up at their house tomorrow, they'll know something happened to me."<br/><br/>He was probably jabbering at that point, because Magnus had moved the conversation to another topic. Like the state of his accommodations. Now that Ever's vision had cleared, he could see so much more than he did before. Besides being gothic and old, there was a collection of things that he might have seen for sale in an adult toy catalog, displayed on the far wall in a cabinet. Next to it was a giant bird cage, and Ever didn't like the looks of it one iota.<br/><br/>Ever's mouth became dry as a bone when he realized the cage was much too large to keep birds in. Magnus was apologizing for what went down at his apartment, and his admission confirmed the images Ever saw in a burst of retrocognition. Ever couldn't believe his ears, because it certainly seemed as though Magnus was convinced that he would be staying there with him and his brother, Klaus. The hairs on the back of Ever's neck stood at attention at the mention of Klaus Augustin.<br/><br/>The feeling of foreboding emanated from elsewhere in the house, growing thicker in the air between Magnus and Ever. The only announcement of Klaus' arrival was the slight drop in the air temperature and the descent of absolute silence punctuated by the heavy sound of male footfalls. Then into the bedroom entered the devil incarnate. Klaus' rage held all the power of a wildfire. When Ever sank his teeth into his cock to keep Klaus from ramming it down his throat, he could practically see the flames roaring in his eyes, ready to ignite anything that he came in contact with.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"You are a little bitch, Magnus, leaving me like that," Klaus said, taking a few steps forward and crossing his arms over his chest. "But your pet there has managed to incur even more of my ire."</span></i><br/><br/>Rage, and ire were the same thing, and maybe Ever deserved payback for what he'd done. But he would beg to differ.<br/>