Klaus had long since abandoned the lie that this was accidental because was nothing accidental about the way he found himself here, again and again. Drawn back to the same bed, the same body, the same pair of eyes that had once known him better than anyone living. His mouth pressed to Stefan’s torso in unhurried devotion, open-mouthed kisses that lingered longer than necessary. Each touch of his lips felt like an apology he would never voice properly. His eyes slid shut as he breathed him in, drawing the scent of him deep into his lungs as though it might steady the storm inside his chest. It did the opposite. The steady rhythm of Stefan’s breathing beneath him. The warmth of his skin. The faint shift of muscle under Klaus’ mouth whenever he moved. All of it stirred something painfully tender, something he had spent centuries perfecting the art of burying. They should not be here together. That truth hovered between them like a ghost neither dare to acknowledge. They had ended their relationship with final words, with wounded pride, with the understanding that love, however strong, did not always survive the damage done to it. Continuing this blurred lines. But Klaus had never been capable of restraint when it came to Stefan. And he knew, even now, Klaus would not be the one to stop it. He would not tell Stefan to leave. He could not
Not when being close to him felt like stepping into a euphoria crafted with cruel precision, as though the universe had studied every fracture in Klaus’ soul and shaped Stefan perfectly to soothe it. His kisses traveled upward now. Across Stefan’s chest, where he paused, lips resting briefly over the rapid thud of his heart. He felt it there, alive and strong beneath bone and skin, and the sensation twisted something deep in him. That heartbeat had once been his constant. His certainty. His home. He moved higher, before the thought could wound further, to the warm line of Stefan’s throat. His lips traced the curve of Stefan’s jaw, slowing until they hovered there, barely touching. When he finally spoke, his voice lacked its usual theatrical confidence. It was quieter. Roughened by a feeling he could not disguise anymore. “I want you.” His mouth moved to Stefan’s ear as he spoke again. “I want you in every way possible to want another being.”
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