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Mystic Falls, 1864.

Stefan had only been fooling around with Rebekah Mikaelson for a few months, but he already felt as if the life he was now leading with her was the one he had always been destined for. He knew his father was wrong about vampires now, and he even wondered if perhaps Rebekah might turn him into a vampire someday. But then Stefan realised Rebekah wasn’t the only vampire he fancied. She had not come to Mystic Falls alone, but with her brother Niklaus Mikaelson. And, as of late, he had found himself looking in Niklaus’s direction more and more often, simply observing him, sometimes hoping that he would look back to him, even just to acknowledge him. At first, he had thought it was because he deeply admired Niklaus – he seemed to do everything so effortlessly –, but then he had caught a glance of him after a fight with rather ill-mannered gentlemen, shirtless, blood and sweat on his skin, wiping his brow with his equally dirty shirt, and he had realised it wasn’t only admiration or even respect, it was also attraction. He had cursed himself many times to even have these thoughts about another man, but he could not help himself. He had left Mystic Falls on horseback until he had reached a big enough city, to find an establishment that proposed the service of men. He had been successful in his endeavour and had tried and enjoyed their company as much as that of Rebekah, but none of them was Niklaus, and all of them had made him feel… wrong. He couldn’t, he simply couldn’t. But then the most curious thing happened, a thing that would change his life forever.
It was a warm August evening, and Stefan was getting ready for his usual fencing hour with Rebekah – his objective was to become good enough to best his brother Damon. But instead of the vampire sister, Niklaus walked into the garden behind the Salvatore estate, his usual smirk on his face.

“Good evening, Stefan.”

The younger man felt his heartbeat quicken as he forced a smile.

“Good evening, Niklaus. Where is Rebekah?”
“Indisposed. I shall be your partner for tonight.”

The phrasing sent a shiver down Stefan’s spine, and he momentarily imagined how Niklaus’s pink lips would feel on his, how his cool hands would feel on his skin… He pushed those thoughts aside and both men got into position. They fenced, Niklaus gaining the upper hand easily, Stefan being both unfocused and less experienced. After half an hour of defeating his partner at every turn, Niklaus called for a halt.

“My sister has spoken highly of your fencing skills, Stefan. She must have been wrong.”
“She isn’t wrong, I… I am simply distracted.”
“What by?”
“You.”

The answer had left Stefan’s lips before he had had a chance to think it over and he immediately regretted it, his cheeks instantly feeling as if on fire. But when he looked back at Niklaus, he found him smiling. He put his sword down and started walking towards Stefan.

“Do you think I have not noticed you glancing at me?”

Stefan stiffened, suddenly both nervous and embarrassed.

“I… I was not…”
“Do not lie.”

His tone was calm, and it prompted Stefan to obey and to speak.

“Yes, I have been looking at you.”
“What for?”

He was very close now, his nose inches away from Stefan’s.

“I… It is foolish but… I think I am… attracted… to you… I know I should not but I–”

Before Stefan could finish his sentence, Niklaus’s lips were on his and his hands were at his waist. The human resisted at first and pushed him away.

“No…” He protested “No, we… We cannot do that!”
Niklaus smiled “Stefan, I can compel anyone I please to forget us, we can do whatever we please.”

He kissed him once more, and this time Stefan gave in. Niklaus’s lips tasted surprisingly sweet, and his hands were comfortably cool against him. He put both hands on the vampire’s shoulders and realised he didn’t feel wrong in his arms. He felt safe, and… loved. Their lips parted after a long kiss, and Niklaus grabbed one of Stefan’s hands, dragging him along inside the estate, to his own bedroom. Once there, he closed the door and tackled him against the wall, a leg in-between Stefan’s, pushing up against his crotch. Stefan moaned his name, and before long Niklaus was removing their clothes until both men stood naked in front of each other. It was impossible for the human to tear his eyes away from the vampire’s body, he drank it in, standing in awe until Niklaus derailed his train of unholy thoughts.

“Such a divine body,” Niklaus said, caressing Stefan’s chest, “turn around.”

He did so, shivering in anticipation as Niklaus touched his behind, squeezing it. He moved him towards his desk and pushed his chest against it. Stefan had done this at the establishment he had visited, but it still surprised him when Niklaus pushed a wet finger inside of him. He felt a hand on his back, tracing along his spine, and he relaxed. Minutes passed, and still, Niklaus was torturing him with his fingers.

“N-Niklaus…” He moaned “Niklaus, please.”
“Yes, Stefan?”
“Please take me.”

Seconds later, Stefan was on his bed, lying on his back, and watched as the vampire entered him, both of them moaning. He moved slowly, keeping his eyes locked on the human’s, taking his hands and pushing them against the mattress. He then leaned closer and kissed him as he quickened the pace. Stefan had never felt so right. It was like his whole life had led to this moment, to Niklaus Mikaelson having him. The human kissed his partner passionately, moving one of his hands from the mattress under him to the hair of the man on top of him, caressing it gently. The vampire started thrusting slower, but deeper, his lips still locked with Stefan’s, and at this moment the latter truly felt loved. It was as if he had died and reached Heaven, and when Niklaus started thrusting harder again, it took him mere minutes to come, all over himself. Niklaus kept thrusting until he finished inside of Stefan, and the sight of the vampire sweating and panting over him was enough to get Stefan aroused once more. Niklaus noticed and smirked.

“Do not move an inch.”

Stefan nodded and watched, in utter incredulity, as Niklaus leaned down and licked the tip of his erection. He moaned loudly and ran a hand into Niklaus’s hair once more. The vampire moved his head to Stefan’s stomach and started licking his seed off, slowly and sensually, placing kisses on his skin as he did so. Once Stefan was clean, Niklaus looked at him, cum dripping from his lips to his chin and down his neck. The younger man breathed heavily and knew he was going to remember this particular image forever. Then the vampire moved down again and took his extremely sensitive cock into his mouth, moving his head slowly.

“Niklaus I… I…”

The vampire looked at him and let go just long enough to speak.

“Come for me, Stefan.”

He took his erection into his mouth once more, taking in as much as he could, and Stefan came into his mouth, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. He felt the mattress move, and then lips were on his, a liquid dripping from Niklaus’s mouth to his own. He indeed was in Heaven.