Page 94 of Tell No Tales
Vadim would never admit it, but Klaus knew Vadim's feelings for him ran far deeper than he would say aloud. Klaus felt them through their link, even though the man wouldn't think the words, let alone say them. Vadim would burn down the whole world for him, or at least kill anyone who tried to hurt him. He was a death weaver, not a fire weaver, and Klaus wouldn't trade him for anything. Coryn could offer Klaus passage to Glamiere on the fastest ship in the ocean, and he wouldn't take it.
Vadim needed him, now more than ever. Yes, Klaus could find Hugo in a room full of fire weavers with nothing but his seeking ability, but now he could also save Vadim from Coryn's undead army.
The surge of power he'd used in the library had taken a lot more out of him than seeking weaver auras did. He felt as weak as he had when Vadim had reset his arm and healed his tendons, but not as exhausted as he'd been when Niall had healed him of the disease that had plagued him for years. He'd felt tired to his bones after he used it, but one night of sleep had been enough to recover. Now, he felt revitalized by Vadim's kisses, and he wanted to put his burst of energy to good use.
Vadim wasn't moving fast enough. Klaus was already naked, and Vadim was still staring at him like he'd never seen him before, studying the color of his hair in the low light, the freckles dotting his shoulders and chest, the angle of his proud cock, and the heaviness of his balls. Klaus didn't have to wonder if Vadim liked what he saw. He could feel the appreciation through their link. It was a heady mixture of arousal and satisfaction to know that Vadim wanted him as much as he'd desired Vadim's naked form.
Except Vadim wasn't naked yet. Klaus helped him remedy that by pulling his tunic over his head and unlacing his pants before yanking them down his legs.
"Hold on," Vadim grumbled as he sank to the mattress. He untied his boots and pulled them off, taking his socks and pants with them.
Finally, he was gloriously naked and ready for Klaus's steady perusal. Klaus gave him the same treatment, starting by untying his hair and letting it hang loose around his face. He looked softer like this, and even more ethereal, like one of the gods turned flesh, even as his scars declared him human. The blemishes added to his beauty in Klaus's eyes. He kissed the one above his eye and down over his closed eyelid. He kissed the cut along the side of his neck and the one that probably should have killed him straight across his throat.
Klaus kissed and licked his way down Vadim's body, worshiping each cut, dent, welt, and burn. Klaus didn't care how the scar had formed, as long as he got to kiss away the memory of pain and bring Vadim new pleasure.
Vadim tried to stay quiet through his ministrations, but soon he was squirming and moaning beneath each touch. Klaus rewarded him for a sexy groan by taking his pebbled nipple between his teeth and giving it a good pull.
Gods, the sounds Vadim made were glorious. Klaus would never let him go, not now that he could feel the naked desire coursing through their link. Vadim wouldn't admit his feelings, not yet, but this was the language Klaus understood. He'd never felt as strongly for anyone in his life, and knowing Vadim felt the same way about him was more than a gift. It was like gambling, but knowing he was betting on a sure thing.
Klaus wished he could stay here, balanced on the precipice all night, but they had a big day ahead of them tomorrow. He dug the oil out of Vadim's bag and coated his fingers with it. When Vadim made a move to help, he wrapped his hand around Vadim's cock and hollowed his cheeks to take as much of him as he could. Vadim sank back to the mattress with an audible sigh and stayed there while Klaus prepared them both.
Vadim was beautiful like this, legs splayed, neck arched, breath hitching as Klaus's tongue found all his favorite places. When he began to thrust up into Klaus's mouth with the urgency they both felt, Klaus didn't make him wait any longer. He straddled Vadim's hips and slid onto his slick cock in one fluid motion.
He loved the feel of Vadim's cock inside him, but with the added praise and elation seeping through their link, the connection between them was overwhelming. Klaus's eyes stung from the beauty and perfection in it. He'd never felt like this before. He doubted Vadim had, either, despite his two long-term relationships. This was special. Vadim was his, and Klaus wouldn't give him up for anything.
He leaned forward and stretched himself out along Vadim's lean body. He piled the blanket up behind Vadim's head and shoulders, so he was within range to kiss, a sloppy tangle of tongues, teeth, and lips.
"Mine," Klaus said as he broke the kiss with each thrust backward along Vadim's cock, taking him as deep as he would go. "Mine."
Vadim kissed him back with fervor, and he joined the chant through their link.
"Mine."
"No, mine."
That made Vadim laugh, and he wrapped his arms around Klaus, dragging him down so his cock was trapped between their bodies and Vadim's cock pounded his prostate with each thrust.
"Mine," they said together. Worried it would become a shouting match if they continued to say the word aloud, Klaus kissed him again, losing himself in the moment. Each sensation by itself would have been enough to push him over the edge, but now he was overstimulated, all of it too much.
Vadim wriggled his hand between them and wrapped strong fingers around Klaus's cock, forcing him to sit back a bit to enjoy the sensation. The new angle on his prostate was going to send him off too soon.
"You belong to me,"Vadim said. "Your pleasure is mine."
"No! I want—"
"Come with me, Klaus. I'm—"Vadim squinted his eyes shut, and he arched his back, thrusting even deeper inside Klaus.
Klaus came, tucking his head down to Vadim's shoulder as his strength gave out and all his energy went to coating their stomachs with sticky ropes of cum.
Vadim thrust even deeper, if it was possible, and he bit down on the palm of his hand to hold in a moan as he came. Vadim's attempt to contain his pleasure by biting his hand was the sexiest thing Klaus had ever seen. His cock gave another valiant twitch as he collapsed to Vadim's chest, laughing.
Vadim released Klaus's cock and brought his cum-coated hand to his mouth, licking it clean. Once again, Klaus was awed by this man he'd once thought was such a fucking prude. There was no way Vadim had been disgusted that first night Klaus had sabotaged his sail bed.
"You were everything I couldn't have,"Vadim said through their link as he pulled Klaus down for a kiss.
"And now?"
"Now, you're the only thing I want."
