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Title: “Dorian In The Dark, Part Two”
Author: Xof
Fandom: Eroica
Pairing: Klaus/Dorian
Category: Drama / First Time
Rating: NC-17 (deliciously LEMON)
Feedback: xof@rose.net
Summary: A mission brings both the Major and Eroica into close quarters, leading to a physical confrontation that changes the Major’s course unalterably.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They just forced me to use them for awhile. Non-profitable but highly satisfying. This is not for minors. Many thanks to Yasuka Aoike for their original creation!
Notes: This is my first attempt at an Eroica fic. I’ve written tons of QAF stories - both UK and US. Also La Femme Nikita. So it is with GREAT thanks and many long hours that I have to thank two people for their help. Thank you to Alexis for helping me with some techie inspiration and for betaing the story when it was done. And MANY thanks to Nico for spending months (literally) - talking me through, making suggestions, helping me with the German and so many many things in the creation of this fic. She made me work (!!!) for this story, and it’s all the better for her suggestions. Hugs to you both.
Special Thanks to Eve! This fic was supposed to be in the zine she’s working to create, but I couldn’t make the deadline…lol. The special thanks comes from her literally saving the story’s life twice. She was able to resend me my original outline after first my computer crashed and had to be reformatted, and then when I lost the outline after the file was corrupted and made inaccessible. Many thanks to you for it even seeing the light of day!
Warnings: Cursing - hehe. Sorry, I know that’s not really a warning - this is KLAUS, after all…lol.
German used:
Scheiße = Shit
Verdammte Schwuchtel = Damn Fag
Dummkopf = Numb Skull
Fick dich ins Knie = Fuck you (literally, "Go Fuck Your Knee")
Verdammt = Damn
Verdammter Dieb! = Damn Thief
Jetzt, verdammt! = Now, damn it.
Jetzt, komm! = Now, come (on)!
“Dorian In The Dark - Part Two”
By
Xof
(February 21, 2004)
After a quick check of the alarm he’d seen Dorian engage upon their leaving, Klaus’ fingers automatically entered the digits he’d memorized earlier at a glance. It was a number game he often played to keep his mind sharp from days spent at a desk between missions; his ability to recall codes having saved his life many times. Tonight, it served to help launch him into a new world.
Turning around, the Major took off his coat and hung it on the rack by the door. His holster remained, as he quietly walked to the stairs - a figure in black, dark hair - dark dress shirt - dark trousers - matte black shoes. All of which blended in with the lack of house lights to leave him lost from view, hidden from casual observation. It was just a guess that there would be no one else in residence but Dorian, but the Major wasn’t taking chances of foolishly alerting anyone to his presence before he was ready.
Stairs taken two at a time, Klaus made it to the top floor - path leading straight to the door at the end of the short hall. He put an ear to the door, and hearing only the faint sound of water running in what must be an adjacent bath - he carefully turned the knob.
The room was empty and almost as absent of light as the hall had been. All except for the glaring white-light outline of the bathroom door across the way. The sound of water still audible, Klaus could only deduce that Dorian was inside.
Sense memory flashes - cold night air, the view of the Earl without his coat with his shirt torn to a virtual rag, and the feel of the man against him…all served to have Klaus clenching his fists at the affect they had on his body. He felt hot in the warmth of the room, hot and constricted - more enclosed than he should feel in so large a space. Swallowing against the lump in his throat, the Major shook his head to clear his thoughts.
He wondered if Dorian’s bathing was solely a method to cleanse his body, to warm himself or to try and forget the night’s events. Then he realized he was *wondering* about Dorian - who was probably naked and wet. It was an abrupt turn of mind, one that had Klaus at a loss as to how to respond. But then the decision was taken away as the water was turned off in the bath and it became obvious that the Earl was about to return to the room.
Muttering a whisper of a curse, the Major quickly crossed to the far windows - ducking to hide unseen behind the heavy drapes which were drawn to shut out the moon.
He watched silent and still as the bathroom door opened for Dorian’s entrance.
A vision in gold tones - lit from behind, he crossed into the room and the sight was enough to have Klaus catching his breath. The Earl was completely bare, head to toe. Nude and wet, his body shown in contrast to the darkness through which he passed. Klaus clutched his fists as he felt a rush sweep through his own system. It was a heady realization to find himself reacting so after just one look. Made all the more powerful and gut-clenching as he silently acknowledged that it wasn’t the first time he’d been drawn by Dorian’s appearance, but it was the first time he accepted the truth of what it meant.
That he wanted to do more than look….
That he wanted to *have* that which he’d always believed was forbidden and out of reach.
And with Dorian Red, Earl of Gloria, who stood just across the way - both tempter and temptation in the flesh.
Rational thought had long fled in the wake of lost restraint, leaving Klaus feeling irrational anger at having his world and self views altered - anger and overwhelming curiosity to have what was unknown, made understood. Like someone dragging their heels in stubborn reluctance while they also wanted to leap headlong into the aftermath so all was over and the questions were behind them.
His thoughts were interrupted by Dorian’s next move. The thief had walked closer to the bed; the warm glow from the bath helping to create a seductive mirage of shadows and light that played over the man’s tall slim frame. He reached over and turned on a lamp beside the bed, throwing the room into a rosy sheen that signified a colored bulb - one meant to sooth and relax. The intended affect was lost to the Major as he watched Dorian reach up to remove the clasp that held his hair swept up from his neck. Tossing the clip onto the bedside table, the Earl shook out the mass - running a hand through the length to rid himself of any potential tangles.
Klaus bit at his bottom lip, pressing down hard as he took in the wet shine of Dorian’s skin being obscured by the thief’s blond curls. The glory of natural waves fell to the middle of the man’s back, drawing Klaus’ gaze down the line of the lean frame to Dorian’s hips, bottom and legs. Now blatantly staring, the Major stood - mesmerized.
The Earl sighed softly, the pleasure of having his hair freed playing across his face as he brushed it back over his shoulders. He turned to retrieve the scarlet burgundy towel that lay on the bed; his body in perfect profile as he lightly, absently ran the cloth over his still damp skin. Framed in soft light, skin slightly flushed from the bath - he was golden. Beguiling without effort…. Seduction without a try.
With a start, the Major closed his eyes - angry despite the pleasure he was deriving from the view, or rather because of it. Too quickly it seemed, he’d moved from refused acknowledgement and blatant denial to this…. This overwhelming need that he didn’t recognized as anything close to what he’d felt in the past. A need to watch, to know…. To take the vision ethereal and make him real at a touch. It warred against his seemingly heretofore better nature, but still he knew that what called to him was more than a siren’s song. It was his own lyric, his own verse - his being singing for what was wanted most, what was needed more than care.
A sound drew the Major back, his eyes opening to see Dorian flinging his damp towel and the remains of his evening’s clothing onto the tiled floor of the bath. The Earl turned off the light in the adjacent room and closed the door before making his way to the bed. The bedside lamp remained lit; a caution against the mysteries that one could find in the dark.
Dorian pulled down the covers, leaving the duvet at the foot as he settled on the bed - pooling the sheets over his body, around his hips. He rested on his back for a moment, eyes opened as he stared at the ceiling. Again he breathed out a sigh, rolling onto his side as he finally closed his eyes. The lamp’s illumination cast against his turned back to play over the lines of his body until it gave him an almost other worldly presence.
Minutes passed like hours, and the room settled into silence. The Earl remained still as if in sleep. And Klaus waited, sentry-like in his secret place. But the longer he waited, the more he questioned his purpose. What was he doing? Hiding in a corner, not going forward - trapped from going back. It railed against his innate drive to “do,” to control. But it wasn’t cowardice that kept him at bay, but a feeling even more foreign to his nature.
It was anticipation.
Anticipation that whatever the outcome would be once he took those few steps towards Dorian, whether it would lead to anger and violence or the opposite - he would know resolution.
Be it a determined end or a new beginning, now was the time.
Klaus slowly emerged from the drapes, shoes silent as he walked over the carpeted floor. He reached the bed and stopped, his eyes on Dorian - letting them travel over the other man’s form from head to toe. Blond hair spread out over the pillow, the faint traces of stubble over his cheek and chin, the curve of the arm that rested under his head - the images burned into Klaus’ mind as he continued down. The alabaster rise and fall of the man’s chest held his attention, as did the nipples light and small - peaking out, mostly covered by several wayward strands of his long hair. Following still down, Klaus took in the curve of Dorian’s hip outlined beneath the sheet. The blond’s legs were pulled slightly up one over the other as he curled on his side in sleep.
To say it was distracting, Klaus would later acknowledge - though he did not hold it as an excuse for his lax awareness. What he did know was one moment he was almost frozen in a zone of appreciation, then the next the circumstances were completely altered when with a sudden lunge, Dorian jerked upright. Grabbing out, he caught a startled Klaus’ belt in one hand and managed to draw a weapon with his other.
It was a surreal instant for the Major, who following his instinct for self-defense went for his gun, only to halt with a loud hiss as a sharp press - the tip of a knife held warningly against his thigh, signaled Eroica’s victory in speed and stealth. The blade just an inch from his groin, made the threat very clear and dangerous. Intimately so….
Dorian looked up at him, the Major’s hand frozen still on the handle of the gun safely housed in the harness strapped over the man’s shoulders. The expression on the Earl’s face gave nothing away, leaving the Major to grit his teeth. His body was suffused with white hot fury at being caught out in such a position; the uncertainty and awkwardness a stark contrast to the other cause of his overheated senses - the sight of Dorian bared completely as he rose up on his knees, the sheet fallen to his knees as he held Klaus captive on a knife‘s point.
When at last he spoke, Eroica’s voice held a small rough sound of sardonic sadness. The irony was evident as he said, “This scene between us seems all too familiar. The two of us, blade versus gun.”
Klaus blinked, frowning as he thought back. Then he remembered. “Iran.”
Mouth raising in a satisfied smile, the Earl nodded. But the smile fell as he looked again to Klaus’ hand on the gun. “Iran, indeed. But with a potentially more painful and pressing twist, Major.” Face a blank, he pushed the blade until it was on the cusp of penetration.
Klaus hissed as he felt the tip pierce the fabric of his pants, stinging as it was held against his skin.
“Come to finish the job?” Dorian’s words broke passed the Major’s narrowed focus.
He hadn’t considered that Eroica would think he was there to cause him harm, but then he hadn’t considered it himself either. Given his tendency towards erratic violence or anger at the man, the Major couldn’t fault the assumption after the night’s drama. And his earlier harsh treatment of the Earl. Tone clipped, he answered. “No.”
With a raised brow, Dorian echoed him. “No.” He slowly let Klaus’ belt go, letting his arm drop down to his side. He was still poised to strike if need be; the knife biting into the Major’s leg. “Mission over, fob in hand and Bonn calling - yet here you stand.” The Earl threw a look back to the German’s weapon, tisking out a disapproving sound. “You’re not here to harm me, so let’s lose the gun.”
Klaus snarled at the order, his ire heating the longer he stood immobile on Eroica’s whim. He may have given in to his need to test the inclinations that arose around the man, but he was determined to hold onto what manner of control he was able to maintain. “Kill, no. Harming is relative…. The longer you keep that blade pulled, the greater your chances that I’ll test the theory.”
Gaze intense and ever watchful for a wrong move, Eroica couldn’t let the moment pass - as usual when he was threatened by the Major, there was a teasing barb given in response. What made his next words different was the change in Klaus. The response he felt as Dorian rose up tall on his knees, their faces level and close - the thief’s words breathed in the space between them.
“Why are you here, then? Standing in shadows, hiding in the dark as I pretend to sleep.” Nodding in confirmation of Klaus’ frown, the Earl affirmed - the words husky, low and deliberate. “Yes, a ruse. I knew it was you.” His eyes fell to the Major’s mouth, eyes drawn to it - a look of remembrance, of want in his gaze. “Watching me from the dark. Your scent giving you away. Smoke and you, together.” Looking up through his thick, long eye lashes at Klaus, Dorian smiled. “It really IS a telling habit, darling.”
“Idiot.” The word snapped aloud, but to whom it was directed - either Eroica or himself, Klaus couldn’t say.
Dorian arched an eyebrow, a mischievous look on his face. “You’ve got a knife to the groin and yet you’re still so witty.” When the Major started to reply, Eroica pushed ever so slightly with the blade - stressing his seriousness as Klaus bit back a curse at the continuing sting. “Put the gun on the table, Major. Or this night will get more unpleasant than it’s already been.”
It was madness, Klaus reasoned, that he should find himself in this situation. A seasoned NATO agent held at knifepoint by a naked thief…. If he hadn’t felt the bite of Dorian’s blade against his flesh, he would have thought the threat a farce. But it was the look in Eroica’s eyes, the expression on the man’s face that had the Major complying with deliberate care as he removed the gun from his harness and reached out to place it on the table. The move left him at a forward stance, but his upper body was turned to the left - the angle giving him the opening he needed to change the course of their night.
So fast, it came about…. One moment he was held at bay, the next Klaus turned the tables on the surprised thief. With devastating speed, the Major did two things at once. He grabbed at Dorian’s dangerous hand with his left, just as he thrust his full body weight in a tackling push using his right shoulder. The instinct to overcome, to persevere was upon him in a rush. And the two men fell back in a tangled crash of bodies and limbs as the knife hit the floor.
His advantage robbed away, stolen by Klaus’ strength and force - Dorian cursed in indignation and anger. “Bastard,” the insult was bitter and full of affront. There was no time to think, to reflect - only to act and react as the Earl threw himself head long into the tussle that resulted. He was clearly fed up with being yet again under the hands of another, absent his consent and control. His frustration and fury blinding him to the stark reality of how they appeared, how they were positioned - and how close he was to having what he’d always wanted happen.
Klaus pressed him down, trying to lock the man’s arms above his head and to still the thrashing legs…but each time he thought Eroica would finally give in to being subdued - the hellion would pull a sneak twist and again they’d be at it. Hands hit him, striking at every angle as the blows landed about the Major’s head and back. He growled in chorus to Dorian’s grunting gasps; the two men determined each to triumph over the other. But in the end, Klaus’ brute stamina outlasted the Earl’s anger until the Englishman was caught and covered by the dark man above.
Ignoring Dorian’s frustrated yell, the Major stared down at the man he’d subdued. The both of them were panting, trying to catch their breath as sweat dotted their brows and burned their eyes. Each looked a wreck, but that only served to increase their glory. Klaus’ dark to Dorian’s gold - each locked now in looking at the other.
It was in those moments, silence reigning between them both in the aftermath of anger, that they both became yet again *aware* of how they were positioned. Of the intimacy of Dorian’s skin, his body - in contact with Klaus’ own clothed form. Dorian froze, still as a wild animal on the cusp of a perceived assault. And Klaus watched as the man’s expression guardedly echoed the possibility of this being the start of more…. A yearning gaze held barely in check as the Englishman waited to see what was next.
Adrenaline high and senses sharp, Klaus allowed himself to absorb the feel of Dorian below him. The sight of him, flushed and warm…. Hair spread around them in a wild tangle. Eyes bright, mouth full and lips parted. The view touched a new sensation within Klaus; something new to the Major’s perception. He found the man ….
Enticing….
Klaus shifted slightly onto his knees, body still arched over Dorian’s as he adjusted his hold on the man’s wrists. He felt as much as heard the catch in the Earl’s breathing, the gasping reaction as their bodies shifted together at the motion. Klaus knew what the other man probably expected, for him to either strike or flee the scene - and while the feeling that coursed through him felt similar to rage, tonight the burn would instead drive him to a new and different course of action.
His eyes raked over Dorian’s exposed body; face, arms, neck and chest - until he stopped at the scratches and bruising along the Earl’s collarbone. Freeing a hand, the Major traced the marks that remained from Devon’s earlier ill treatment. They glared back at him, bright and red against Dorian’s heated skin. The longer he looked, the harder his expression became. Again the anger flared, finding new direction as he faced the evidence yet again of another’s touch on Eroica’s body.
Dorian shivered at the touch, and a soft sound rushed out as the Major’s hand tightened on his throat. He didn’t speak, uncertain of what his words would be a catalyst for….
The thought ruling Klaus’ awareness in that moment was that they were wrong; the fading lines and the dark bruise. They shouldn’t be there. He didn’t like what they signified; the marking of another man - evidence that another man had dared….
Had dared what he had not.
Until now….
Moving fast, Klaus buried his face in the crook of the Earl’s neck. He breathed in the scent of Dorian’s body, his hair. It caused sensations to tickle down his spine, firing his determination until he opened his mouth and laid claim to new territory.
The silence was split with a sharp cry as Dorian arched and jerked, “Major!” He whimpered and strained, still held captive as Klaus worked his mouth and teeth along Dorian’s flesh. His body shook as he pushed against the Major’s own; the friction heightening his response to the pleasure-pain of the German’s actions.
His lips traveling, Klaus increased his suction - biting down as Dorian moaned. The more he tasted, the more he took until he realized in his distraction that he’d released Eroica’s wrists all together. The thief’s hands cradled the Major’s head at the base of his throat, fingers buried in his dark hair as Dorian moved against him - their bodies locked in a rhythm that left nothing disguised between them. The Earl’s hard length pressed against Klaus‘, even as his own ached within the restriction of his pants.
“Ahhh, Kl…. Klaus! Please.” Dorian’s voice broke through the den of the Major’s beating heart, causing him to surface - guided by the near frantic pull of Eroica’s hands. In the rush of urgency, Klaus found himself being laid claim to in return as Dorian pushed up into him and took the German’s mouth with his own. Their kiss the first, as each man felt the pleasure and passion that the other had to give.
For Klaus, it was a kiss unlike any he’d had before - different for it being with a man, but more so for the sheer fire that every taste, slant and press between them sent through his blood. In this he let Dorian lead, opening to the thief’s tongue and reveled in its wake. Possession manifested, they continued as the night played listener to their enthusiasm - Dorian‘s soft moans, Klaus‘ gruff murmurs mixing into a new song.
Quickly the need changed from exploration to desperation. Dorian grabbed at the Major’s clothing - trying to push the harness off the man’s shoulders, and failing that by lack of patience, he jerked the shirt free from Klaus’ pants. Yanking at it blindly until he managed to rip it open, both men gasped at the feeling of being chest to chest.
Trying to compound his advantage before Klaus could come to his former senses, Dorian reached further to the Major’s waist. Only to be thwarted by the tight press and strain of their bodies riding the desire not to lose contact. His fingers found their way, covering the evidence of his Major’s reaction - stroking the hardness that was hidden away. Klaus shuddered and groaned at the touch, inhaling sharply as Dorian caressed him with tormenting skill.
The moment built until Dorian pulled back from Klaus’ mouth, demanding breathlessly, “Off, get off.”
Frowning at the implausibility that he’d actually heard those words correctly considering it was Eroica who’d said them, the Major looked down at him incredulously. Catching the shadow that started to cross over Klaus’ expression, Dorian quickly moved to reassure and rephrase. He grabbed the Major quickly before the man could get away in anger. Hugging close, the Earl rubbed against Klaus and playfully licked across his mouth; initiating a kiss that had them feeling electrified.
Murmuring against Klaus’ lips, Dorian murmured seductively. “Stand for me?”
The breaking of their contact didn’t last long as Klaus stood rigidly by the bed, the ease of his body tightening with tension as he followed Dorian’s request. His was resolute in his decision to follow the desire he felt, but it held a newness that left him feeling more exposed than he usually allowed. Still, it was Dorian reaching for him - looking on him with such vibrant passion that the Major was left satisfied by his choice.
The Earl slid along the sheets until he sat at the edge, thighs spread to frame the Major’s legs. There was no time for savoring; his actions were quick and greedy as he reached forward to remove Klaus’ shirt. The moment too filled with seriousness, desire and awe for either man to respond as the harness and custom made holster fell to the floor with a thud. All that smiled was Dorian’s eyes….
Klaus remained still, letting Dorian look at him - half bared in contrast to Eroica’s full nudity. He watched the emotions skirting through Dorian’s eyes, the heat and spark he found within their gaze caused his body to contract - tightening as his arousal grew. The Earl took Klaus’ hand in his own, looking down at it as he ran his fingers over the palm. It was the very hand that had held Eroica’s red rose and crushed it until Klaus had bled. The thorn scratches had faded, but still Dorian caressed the sensitive skin as though to ease the pain that was already past.
Lifting his gaze back to Klaus, Dorian silently asked a question with his eyes as he gave the Major enough time to move away if he chose. Raising his hand, Klaus answered with the brush of his fingers over Dorian’s mouth. The caress turned more prophetic as the blond opened to take the Major’s fingers inside, a tease and an affirmation that he understood and was glad.
Biting at the inside of his cheek, the Major watched as Dorian played along his fingers - the man’s tongue mapping out every length and curve. Emitting a gruff growl, Klaus pulled his hand free as he tried to slow the rise of his desire. But as he’d seen time and again, Eroica would have all that he could - even if he had to steal it away.
The deep breath Klaus was taking caught, stolen in an instant as the thief’s hand moved between his legs. Dorian’s palm circled, teasing the Major with a determined rhythm - even as the other smoothed over the warmth of Klaus’ chest in a slow slide from neck to waist.
Dorian’s voice bridged the divide between them, offering Klaus a choice. “Slow?” His hand moved up again, fingers brushing over the Major’s nipple. “Or fast?” The question echoed as he pressed against the aroused flesh beneath the German’s clothes.
Whether it was the newness, the need or the determination that he wouldn’t allow himself to question his way out of doing what he wanted - what they wanted, Klaus gruffly answered. “Now.”
Markedly at a loss for words in the wake of hearing the word, the demand passing from his Major’s lips, Dorian held Klaus’ eyes even as he reached to rid the man of his belt. Grinning devilishly, Eroica held the length of leather to his mouth and licked the surface. Ever the reprobate, even in the mist of desire….
Klaus growled in response, both from the memory the act brought back and from the frustration of Dorian’s playing games when the man should be doing something, anything else. He jerked the belt from the Earl’s hands, pulling at the man’s hair as he pushed the blond’s face up - a hand again at Dorian’s throat. Klaus’ face was like thunder on a rainless night; sudden and frightening was his strength. But Dorian’s gasp at the abrupt shift in Klaus, ended in a moan as the Major charged forward and claimed his mouth in a fierce kiss.
Leather and smoke - their tastes merged, carrying across as Klaus passed his tongue between Dorian’s lips. It was possessing, and brief. Pulling back, the Major glared at Dorian - his grip still holding the Earl’s head still. Faces close, he snapped in a rough tone, “Jetzt, verdammt!”
Klaus took in the hungry expression on Dorian face as the thief worked his pants undone. Inhaling sharply, the Major fought not to close his eyes involuntarily as Dorian reached inside and touched him. He tried to process the sensations: warmth as fingers caressed his skin, another hand pushing his underwear down until both they and his pants road low on his hips and then Dorian closed the divide….
“Aaahhhnn.” Frozen, momentarily stunned. Klaus grit his teeth as his system was suffused with blinding pleasure. Too much, so good and in a way he wouldn’t have known before now - more right than he’d ever experienced before tonight. He’d dropped his hands at the first touch of Dorian’s mouth along his erection, fists clenched as he took the brunt of the man’s obvious skill.
Past the desire to tease, Dorian set a pace meant to drive him quite mad. He ran his hands over Klaus, touching as much of the Major’s body as he could: the back, hips, chest, waist…. Constantly, his fingers moved in chorus to his mouth as it worked over the length and weight of Klaus’ desire as it moved along his tongue.
Well gone with the yearning for more, but weakening on the strength to hold out - Klaus groaned as Eroica dealt his next trick, humming as he continued to play the Major’s need. Nerves afire, the rushing of his blood sounded loud in his ears. Almost there, almost…. And then things stopped.
Gone was the liquid heat and the tormenting tease. Dorian moved back in a flash, crossing over the bed for what purpose Klaus could not reason. All the German knew was he couldn’t allow Eroica to leave. To escape…. Making a grab for the Earl’s ankle, Klaus managed to hold firm even as Dorian cursed in frustration. His words, “Let me, Klaus. We need,” were cut short as Klaus climbed back onto the bed and covered the length of Dorian’s back. Trapping him once more beneath….
Smooth skin, warm body and the delicious friction of moving against him - Klaus buried his face into the wreck that was Dorian’s hair. He ignored the Earl’s attempts to shift closer to the edge of the bed, holding the man still as he circled down and against the rise of Dorian’s behind. His reason was too lost to sensuality to make sense of his own impatience and need.
Dorian moaned, panting as he pushed back against the hardness behind him. When Klaus refused again to let him move, the Earl gasped out, “The drawer. We need what’s there.” Surging back against the German, Dorian managed to reach the drawer and yank it open even as Klaus again covered him. Grabbing at what was inside, Eroica almost dropped his prize when he felt the sharp press and bite of the Major’s teeth at the base of his neck. “Awww…”
Groaning in what sounded like pleasured pain, Dorian shivered and arched back. Words spilled from him, his plea a ragged needful ramble. “I want to show you, let me show you… let me. Turn over.”
Finally the words broke through the haze of his distraction and the Major forcible rolled Dorian onto his back, not moving away any further than was necessary to accomplish the Earl’s request. The need for constant contact, for the connection between them to continue, was a heady mix with Klaus’ arousal. And he was incapable of thinking beyond it. What was, was….
Not wasting a moment in his drive towards the “now” that Klaus had demanded, Dorian threaded his free hand in the Major’s dark hair and pulled him back into a kiss. They reveled as small gasps and murmured groans spilled out between their lips. As it continued, the Earl managed to steal a hand between them. Klaus arched into the touch even as he shivered at what the suddenly slicked fingers meant. Eroica had managed to keep his head enough to make preparations, his fingers wet with lube - the prize he‘d nicked from the drawer.
Klaus thrust into the clasping hand, breaking from their kiss as he groaned low and loud in encouragement. He looked into Dorian’s half closed eyes and watched as the thief arched into his own touch; the hand leaving Klaus’ flesh as the Earl reached between his own thighs to push inside. It was going to happen, the final barrier crossed. Seeing the expression of wanton anticipation on Dorian’s face, Klaus couldn’t doubt the desire that must lie on his own. His walls downed in the wake of the moment and the force of his fired blood.
A tick, a stitch in time and then Dorian was holding him again in hand - pulling him to where they both needed him to be…. And then the thief’s voice sounded, desperate but sure - calling out against Klaus’ lips again and again. “Jetzt, komm!”
Klaus took Dorian’s next breath, and his own - as he pushed, thrust inside the heat that was Dorian’s body. The thief moaned and held onto him as the Major moved inside, riding the fierce drive that housed Klaus within him. Their coupling could not be gentled this first time, would not be anything other than the buffering of a storm - forceful, quick, verging on dangerous as each strained and gave, thrust and met - taken and took.
So tight, so hot - the intensity marked him like fire to the skin; the desire a scar Klaus found it a pleasure to bear. He clutched at Dorian’s body, needing something to ground himself as he moved them together and apart. The thief arched against him at each thrust inside, welcoming his length and his desire with a wildness that was breathless and true.
His voice an almost incoherent ruin, Dorian moaned as Klaus worked them closer and closer together - each almost at their breaking points. He was coming apart before the Major’s eyes and it was a glory to see.
Klaus knew the moment he was lost, watching as Dorian’s eyes widened - the thief throwing his head back as his body was wracked with pleasure so sharp as to be almost pain. The sight, the feel of Dorian coming beneath him, around him and against his body was too much for Klaus to withstand. He tried to hold on, but his body won the battle as Klaus roughly cried out with a curse - his face buried in the curve of Dorian’s throat as he jerked and shuddered in bliss.
The aftershocks eased with time as the two of them remained still locked together - a tangled web of limbs and bodies. Neither of them moved to part, both well tired but content to stay. Klaus inhaled the mingled scent of sex and them, his eyes closed and heart slowing from its race. He was aware and alert to what he’d done, and surprisingly he didn’t feel the need to run. He’d allowed himself to fall…. And lacked regret to mourn.
For the death of old ways now harkened a new sense of life, and of self. Knowledge had set him free of burden. And all because of the persistent man in his arms….
Dorian murmured softly, regretfully as Klaus shifted to lie beside him - breaking their connection as he came to lie against the blond’s side. The Earl turned towards him and laid his claim with an arm over the Major’s chest and leg over the German’s thighs.
The movements brought home just how unkempt he must appear, socks and pants still on - shoes having earlier fallen to the floor. His pants were in a ruin around his knees. It was rather amusing, Klaus considered. Admitting it privately at least. He pushed the pants down his legs, before toeing off his soaks. Lying back again, he closed his eyes and rested with Dorian against him. Glad to sink into the darkness.
The warmth of Dorian at his side, the deep breaths that ghosted across his skin, the small scratching feel of the soft hairs that covered Dorian’s legs and arms - they were things that tickled Klaus’ mind as he rested in silence. The pieces of a puzzle now seemingly fit into their perfect place.
He shifted against the Earl’s body, drawing his hand down the long smooth length of Dorian’s back. The motion continued unconsciously as the Major absorbed the comfort to be found in the aftermath. In the desire to remain, rather than rush away as he’d always felt in the past.
“Hmmm….” Dorian murmured softly, appreciative of Klaus’s caress.
The Major’s hand continued to stroke the blond’s skin, even as Dorian’s sounds grew lower. And then deeper, until Klaus had an epiphany. Dorian Red, the man in his arms, was actually purring. Or as near to it as any human could….
It was a sound the Major found intimately satisfying to have caused.
A long while passed without a word until Dorian broke the silence. Voice husky from use, he asked, “When are you expected to report?”
Clearing his throat, Klaus answered. “Forty-eight hours. In Bonn.”
Dorian released a sigh, rubbing his face against the line of Klaus’ neck. His breath tickled the Major’s skin as he continued, “So soon.” There was a pause, a while that drifted by without words until he again broke the stillness. “I can do it, you know. Be discrete. Keep the secret.” His voice held a certainty, a seriousness that was testament to his belief in what he said.
Klaus opened his eyes, and looked at Dorian’s face. There was a solemn ferocity in the Earl’s eyes, one meant to show he knew the stakes and was willing to play the game. It was, the Major found, endearing. And something he believed Dorian capable of accomplishing. For he’d witnessed, again and again - the determination of the man he held to get and maintain the things, and now the person, he valued most.
Letting his gaze drop, Klaus viewed the darkening evidence of his own passion’s marks. His claim was writ across the paleness of Dorian’s skin, all effects from the other one now covered and gone. He knew he’d made his own decision to retained the maddening man in that moment. So with a nod, Klaus drew the Earl down to seal his agreement with a kiss.
Relief and gladness laced Dorian’s whisper, released into the touch of Klaus’ lips. “You’ll be my Major by day and my Klaus by night.” He teased a bite at Klaus’ lip, licking it better before doing the same again.
Growling in response, Klaus abruptly turned and rolled Dorian beneath him - rising up enough to make sure Dorian was looking in his eyes and not at his mouth before saying, “Never on duty.” When Dorian tried to kiss him again, Klaus buried his hand in the blond’s hair and held him still. “Say it.”
Moaning as he was held trapped, the Earl did as told. A rare event, indeed. “Not on duty.” There was always the downtime, after all.
Klaus gave him a shrewd glare that melted in the heat that passed between them. He was almost back to kissing the man, when a request was made that stopped his progress.
“Say my name.”
Groaning as he felt the body beneath his undulating against him with reawakening need, Klaus gave in. “Dorian.”
“Again.”
Klaus pressed his mouth to Dorian’s own, speaking softly as he moved against the heat of man’s body. “Dorian.”
Impossibly, he asked for more. “Again.”
“My Dorian in the dark….”
The answering gasp was silenced as Klaus took Dorian’s breath away with a kiss, as once more the fire burned …. And both found themselves licked by passion’s flame.
Finis
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Author: Xof
Fandom: Eroica
Pairing: Klaus/Dorian
Category: Drama / First Time
Rating: NC-17 (deliciously LEMON)
Feedback: xof@rose.net
Summary: A mission brings both the Major and Eroica into close quarters, leading to a physical confrontation that changes the Major’s course unalterably.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They just forced me to use them for awhile. Non-profitable but highly satisfying. This is not for minors. Many thanks to Yasuka Aoike for their original creation!
Notes: This is my first attempt at an Eroica fic. I’ve written tons of QAF stories - both UK and US. Also La Femme Nikita. So it is with GREAT thanks and many long hours that I have to thank two people for their help. Thank you to Alexis for helping me with some techie inspiration and for betaing the story when it was done. And MANY thanks to Nico for spending months (literally) - talking me through, making suggestions, helping me with the German and so many many things in the creation of this fic. She made me work (!!!) for this story, and it’s all the better for her suggestions. Hugs to you both.
Special Thanks to Eve! This fic was supposed to be in the zine she’s working to create, but I couldn’t make the deadline…lol. The special thanks comes from her literally saving the story’s life twice. She was able to resend me my original outline after first my computer crashed and had to be reformatted, and then when I lost the outline after the file was corrupted and made inaccessible. Many thanks to you for it even seeing the light of day!
Warnings: Cursing - hehe. Sorry, I know that’s not really a warning - this is KLAUS, after all…lol.
German used:
Scheiße = Shit
Verdammte Schwuchtel = Damn Fag
Dummkopf = Numb Skull
Fick dich ins Knie = Fuck you (literally, "Go Fuck Your Knee")
Verdammt = Damn
Verdammter Dieb! = Damn Thief
Jetzt, verdammt! = Now, damn it.
Jetzt, komm! = Now, come (on)!
“Dorian In The Dark - Part Two”
By
Xof
(February 21, 2004)
After a quick check of the alarm he’d seen Dorian engage upon their leaving, Klaus’ fingers automatically entered the digits he’d memorized earlier at a glance. It was a number game he often played to keep his mind sharp from days spent at a desk between missions; his ability to recall codes having saved his life many times. Tonight, it served to help launch him into a new world.
Turning around, the Major took off his coat and hung it on the rack by the door. His holster remained, as he quietly walked to the stairs - a figure in black, dark hair - dark dress shirt - dark trousers - matte black shoes. All of which blended in with the lack of house lights to leave him lost from view, hidden from casual observation. It was just a guess that there would be no one else in residence but Dorian, but the Major wasn’t taking chances of foolishly alerting anyone to his presence before he was ready.
Stairs taken two at a time, Klaus made it to the top floor - path leading straight to the door at the end of the short hall. He put an ear to the door, and hearing only the faint sound of water running in what must be an adjacent bath - he carefully turned the knob.
The room was empty and almost as absent of light as the hall had been. All except for the glaring white-light outline of the bathroom door across the way. The sound of water still audible, Klaus could only deduce that Dorian was inside.
Sense memory flashes - cold night air, the view of the Earl without his coat with his shirt torn to a virtual rag, and the feel of the man against him…all served to have Klaus clenching his fists at the affect they had on his body. He felt hot in the warmth of the room, hot and constricted - more enclosed than he should feel in so large a space. Swallowing against the lump in his throat, the Major shook his head to clear his thoughts.
He wondered if Dorian’s bathing was solely a method to cleanse his body, to warm himself or to try and forget the night’s events. Then he realized he was *wondering* about Dorian - who was probably naked and wet. It was an abrupt turn of mind, one that had Klaus at a loss as to how to respond. But then the decision was taken away as the water was turned off in the bath and it became obvious that the Earl was about to return to the room.
Muttering a whisper of a curse, the Major quickly crossed to the far windows - ducking to hide unseen behind the heavy drapes which were drawn to shut out the moon.
He watched silent and still as the bathroom door opened for Dorian’s entrance.
A vision in gold tones - lit from behind, he crossed into the room and the sight was enough to have Klaus catching his breath. The Earl was completely bare, head to toe. Nude and wet, his body shown in contrast to the darkness through which he passed. Klaus clutched his fists as he felt a rush sweep through his own system. It was a heady realization to find himself reacting so after just one look. Made all the more powerful and gut-clenching as he silently acknowledged that it wasn’t the first time he’d been drawn by Dorian’s appearance, but it was the first time he accepted the truth of what it meant.
That he wanted to do more than look….
That he wanted to *have* that which he’d always believed was forbidden and out of reach.
And with Dorian Red, Earl of Gloria, who stood just across the way - both tempter and temptation in the flesh.
Rational thought had long fled in the wake of lost restraint, leaving Klaus feeling irrational anger at having his world and self views altered - anger and overwhelming curiosity to have what was unknown, made understood. Like someone dragging their heels in stubborn reluctance while they also wanted to leap headlong into the aftermath so all was over and the questions were behind them.
His thoughts were interrupted by Dorian’s next move. The thief had walked closer to the bed; the warm glow from the bath helping to create a seductive mirage of shadows and light that played over the man’s tall slim frame. He reached over and turned on a lamp beside the bed, throwing the room into a rosy sheen that signified a colored bulb - one meant to sooth and relax. The intended affect was lost to the Major as he watched Dorian reach up to remove the clasp that held his hair swept up from his neck. Tossing the clip onto the bedside table, the Earl shook out the mass - running a hand through the length to rid himself of any potential tangles.
Klaus bit at his bottom lip, pressing down hard as he took in the wet shine of Dorian’s skin being obscured by the thief’s blond curls. The glory of natural waves fell to the middle of the man’s back, drawing Klaus’ gaze down the line of the lean frame to Dorian’s hips, bottom and legs. Now blatantly staring, the Major stood - mesmerized.
The Earl sighed softly, the pleasure of having his hair freed playing across his face as he brushed it back over his shoulders. He turned to retrieve the scarlet burgundy towel that lay on the bed; his body in perfect profile as he lightly, absently ran the cloth over his still damp skin. Framed in soft light, skin slightly flushed from the bath - he was golden. Beguiling without effort…. Seduction without a try.
With a start, the Major closed his eyes - angry despite the pleasure he was deriving from the view, or rather because of it. Too quickly it seemed, he’d moved from refused acknowledgement and blatant denial to this…. This overwhelming need that he didn’t recognized as anything close to what he’d felt in the past. A need to watch, to know…. To take the vision ethereal and make him real at a touch. It warred against his seemingly heretofore better nature, but still he knew that what called to him was more than a siren’s song. It was his own lyric, his own verse - his being singing for what was wanted most, what was needed more than care.
A sound drew the Major back, his eyes opening to see Dorian flinging his damp towel and the remains of his evening’s clothing onto the tiled floor of the bath. The Earl turned off the light in the adjacent room and closed the door before making his way to the bed. The bedside lamp remained lit; a caution against the mysteries that one could find in the dark.
Dorian pulled down the covers, leaving the duvet at the foot as he settled on the bed - pooling the sheets over his body, around his hips. He rested on his back for a moment, eyes opened as he stared at the ceiling. Again he breathed out a sigh, rolling onto his side as he finally closed his eyes. The lamp’s illumination cast against his turned back to play over the lines of his body until it gave him an almost other worldly presence.
Minutes passed like hours, and the room settled into silence. The Earl remained still as if in sleep. And Klaus waited, sentry-like in his secret place. But the longer he waited, the more he questioned his purpose. What was he doing? Hiding in a corner, not going forward - trapped from going back. It railed against his innate drive to “do,” to control. But it wasn’t cowardice that kept him at bay, but a feeling even more foreign to his nature.
It was anticipation.
Anticipation that whatever the outcome would be once he took those few steps towards Dorian, whether it would lead to anger and violence or the opposite - he would know resolution.
Be it a determined end or a new beginning, now was the time.
Klaus slowly emerged from the drapes, shoes silent as he walked over the carpeted floor. He reached the bed and stopped, his eyes on Dorian - letting them travel over the other man’s form from head to toe. Blond hair spread out over the pillow, the faint traces of stubble over his cheek and chin, the curve of the arm that rested under his head - the images burned into Klaus’ mind as he continued down. The alabaster rise and fall of the man’s chest held his attention, as did the nipples light and small - peaking out, mostly covered by several wayward strands of his long hair. Following still down, Klaus took in the curve of Dorian’s hip outlined beneath the sheet. The blond’s legs were pulled slightly up one over the other as he curled on his side in sleep.
To say it was distracting, Klaus would later acknowledge - though he did not hold it as an excuse for his lax awareness. What he did know was one moment he was almost frozen in a zone of appreciation, then the next the circumstances were completely altered when with a sudden lunge, Dorian jerked upright. Grabbing out, he caught a startled Klaus’ belt in one hand and managed to draw a weapon with his other.
It was a surreal instant for the Major, who following his instinct for self-defense went for his gun, only to halt with a loud hiss as a sharp press - the tip of a knife held warningly against his thigh, signaled Eroica’s victory in speed and stealth. The blade just an inch from his groin, made the threat very clear and dangerous. Intimately so….
Dorian looked up at him, the Major’s hand frozen still on the handle of the gun safely housed in the harness strapped over the man’s shoulders. The expression on the Earl’s face gave nothing away, leaving the Major to grit his teeth. His body was suffused with white hot fury at being caught out in such a position; the uncertainty and awkwardness a stark contrast to the other cause of his overheated senses - the sight of Dorian bared completely as he rose up on his knees, the sheet fallen to his knees as he held Klaus captive on a knife‘s point.
When at last he spoke, Eroica’s voice held a small rough sound of sardonic sadness. The irony was evident as he said, “This scene between us seems all too familiar. The two of us, blade versus gun.”
Klaus blinked, frowning as he thought back. Then he remembered. “Iran.”
Mouth raising in a satisfied smile, the Earl nodded. But the smile fell as he looked again to Klaus’ hand on the gun. “Iran, indeed. But with a potentially more painful and pressing twist, Major.” Face a blank, he pushed the blade until it was on the cusp of penetration.
Klaus hissed as he felt the tip pierce the fabric of his pants, stinging as it was held against his skin.
“Come to finish the job?” Dorian’s words broke passed the Major’s narrowed focus.
He hadn’t considered that Eroica would think he was there to cause him harm, but then he hadn’t considered it himself either. Given his tendency towards erratic violence or anger at the man, the Major couldn’t fault the assumption after the night’s drama. And his earlier harsh treatment of the Earl. Tone clipped, he answered. “No.”
With a raised brow, Dorian echoed him. “No.” He slowly let Klaus’ belt go, letting his arm drop down to his side. He was still poised to strike if need be; the knife biting into the Major’s leg. “Mission over, fob in hand and Bonn calling - yet here you stand.” The Earl threw a look back to the German’s weapon, tisking out a disapproving sound. “You’re not here to harm me, so let’s lose the gun.”
Klaus snarled at the order, his ire heating the longer he stood immobile on Eroica’s whim. He may have given in to his need to test the inclinations that arose around the man, but he was determined to hold onto what manner of control he was able to maintain. “Kill, no. Harming is relative…. The longer you keep that blade pulled, the greater your chances that I’ll test the theory.”
Gaze intense and ever watchful for a wrong move, Eroica couldn’t let the moment pass - as usual when he was threatened by the Major, there was a teasing barb given in response. What made his next words different was the change in Klaus. The response he felt as Dorian rose up tall on his knees, their faces level and close - the thief’s words breathed in the space between them.
“Why are you here, then? Standing in shadows, hiding in the dark as I pretend to sleep.” Nodding in confirmation of Klaus’ frown, the Earl affirmed - the words husky, low and deliberate. “Yes, a ruse. I knew it was you.” His eyes fell to the Major’s mouth, eyes drawn to it - a look of remembrance, of want in his gaze. “Watching me from the dark. Your scent giving you away. Smoke and you, together.” Looking up through his thick, long eye lashes at Klaus, Dorian smiled. “It really IS a telling habit, darling.”
“Idiot.” The word snapped aloud, but to whom it was directed - either Eroica or himself, Klaus couldn’t say.
Dorian arched an eyebrow, a mischievous look on his face. “You’ve got a knife to the groin and yet you’re still so witty.” When the Major started to reply, Eroica pushed ever so slightly with the blade - stressing his seriousness as Klaus bit back a curse at the continuing sting. “Put the gun on the table, Major. Or this night will get more unpleasant than it’s already been.”
It was madness, Klaus reasoned, that he should find himself in this situation. A seasoned NATO agent held at knifepoint by a naked thief…. If he hadn’t felt the bite of Dorian’s blade against his flesh, he would have thought the threat a farce. But it was the look in Eroica’s eyes, the expression on the man’s face that had the Major complying with deliberate care as he removed the gun from his harness and reached out to place it on the table. The move left him at a forward stance, but his upper body was turned to the left - the angle giving him the opening he needed to change the course of their night.
So fast, it came about…. One moment he was held at bay, the next Klaus turned the tables on the surprised thief. With devastating speed, the Major did two things at once. He grabbed at Dorian’s dangerous hand with his left, just as he thrust his full body weight in a tackling push using his right shoulder. The instinct to overcome, to persevere was upon him in a rush. And the two men fell back in a tangled crash of bodies and limbs as the knife hit the floor.
His advantage robbed away, stolen by Klaus’ strength and force - Dorian cursed in indignation and anger. “Bastard,” the insult was bitter and full of affront. There was no time to think, to reflect - only to act and react as the Earl threw himself head long into the tussle that resulted. He was clearly fed up with being yet again under the hands of another, absent his consent and control. His frustration and fury blinding him to the stark reality of how they appeared, how they were positioned - and how close he was to having what he’d always wanted happen.
Klaus pressed him down, trying to lock the man’s arms above his head and to still the thrashing legs…but each time he thought Eroica would finally give in to being subdued - the hellion would pull a sneak twist and again they’d be at it. Hands hit him, striking at every angle as the blows landed about the Major’s head and back. He growled in chorus to Dorian’s grunting gasps; the two men determined each to triumph over the other. But in the end, Klaus’ brute stamina outlasted the Earl’s anger until the Englishman was caught and covered by the dark man above.
Ignoring Dorian’s frustrated yell, the Major stared down at the man he’d subdued. The both of them were panting, trying to catch their breath as sweat dotted their brows and burned their eyes. Each looked a wreck, but that only served to increase their glory. Klaus’ dark to Dorian’s gold - each locked now in looking at the other.
It was in those moments, silence reigning between them both in the aftermath of anger, that they both became yet again *aware* of how they were positioned. Of the intimacy of Dorian’s skin, his body - in contact with Klaus’ own clothed form. Dorian froze, still as a wild animal on the cusp of a perceived assault. And Klaus watched as the man’s expression guardedly echoed the possibility of this being the start of more…. A yearning gaze held barely in check as the Englishman waited to see what was next.
Adrenaline high and senses sharp, Klaus allowed himself to absorb the feel of Dorian below him. The sight of him, flushed and warm…. Hair spread around them in a wild tangle. Eyes bright, mouth full and lips parted. The view touched a new sensation within Klaus; something new to the Major’s perception. He found the man ….
Enticing….
Klaus shifted slightly onto his knees, body still arched over Dorian’s as he adjusted his hold on the man’s wrists. He felt as much as heard the catch in the Earl’s breathing, the gasping reaction as their bodies shifted together at the motion. Klaus knew what the other man probably expected, for him to either strike or flee the scene - and while the feeling that coursed through him felt similar to rage, tonight the burn would instead drive him to a new and different course of action.
His eyes raked over Dorian’s exposed body; face, arms, neck and chest - until he stopped at the scratches and bruising along the Earl’s collarbone. Freeing a hand, the Major traced the marks that remained from Devon’s earlier ill treatment. They glared back at him, bright and red against Dorian’s heated skin. The longer he looked, the harder his expression became. Again the anger flared, finding new direction as he faced the evidence yet again of another’s touch on Eroica’s body.
Dorian shivered at the touch, and a soft sound rushed out as the Major’s hand tightened on his throat. He didn’t speak, uncertain of what his words would be a catalyst for….
The thought ruling Klaus’ awareness in that moment was that they were wrong; the fading lines and the dark bruise. They shouldn’t be there. He didn’t like what they signified; the marking of another man - evidence that another man had dared….
Had dared what he had not.
Until now….
Moving fast, Klaus buried his face in the crook of the Earl’s neck. He breathed in the scent of Dorian’s body, his hair. It caused sensations to tickle down his spine, firing his determination until he opened his mouth and laid claim to new territory.
The silence was split with a sharp cry as Dorian arched and jerked, “Major!” He whimpered and strained, still held captive as Klaus worked his mouth and teeth along Dorian’s flesh. His body shook as he pushed against the Major’s own; the friction heightening his response to the pleasure-pain of the German’s actions.
His lips traveling, Klaus increased his suction - biting down as Dorian moaned. The more he tasted, the more he took until he realized in his distraction that he’d released Eroica’s wrists all together. The thief’s hands cradled the Major’s head at the base of his throat, fingers buried in his dark hair as Dorian moved against him - their bodies locked in a rhythm that left nothing disguised between them. The Earl’s hard length pressed against Klaus‘, even as his own ached within the restriction of his pants.
“Ahhh, Kl…. Klaus! Please.” Dorian’s voice broke through the den of the Major’s beating heart, causing him to surface - guided by the near frantic pull of Eroica’s hands. In the rush of urgency, Klaus found himself being laid claim to in return as Dorian pushed up into him and took the German’s mouth with his own. Their kiss the first, as each man felt the pleasure and passion that the other had to give.
For Klaus, it was a kiss unlike any he’d had before - different for it being with a man, but more so for the sheer fire that every taste, slant and press between them sent through his blood. In this he let Dorian lead, opening to the thief’s tongue and reveled in its wake. Possession manifested, they continued as the night played listener to their enthusiasm - Dorian‘s soft moans, Klaus‘ gruff murmurs mixing into a new song.
Quickly the need changed from exploration to desperation. Dorian grabbed at the Major’s clothing - trying to push the harness off the man’s shoulders, and failing that by lack of patience, he jerked the shirt free from Klaus’ pants. Yanking at it blindly until he managed to rip it open, both men gasped at the feeling of being chest to chest.
Trying to compound his advantage before Klaus could come to his former senses, Dorian reached further to the Major’s waist. Only to be thwarted by the tight press and strain of their bodies riding the desire not to lose contact. His fingers found their way, covering the evidence of his Major’s reaction - stroking the hardness that was hidden away. Klaus shuddered and groaned at the touch, inhaling sharply as Dorian caressed him with tormenting skill.
The moment built until Dorian pulled back from Klaus’ mouth, demanding breathlessly, “Off, get off.”
Frowning at the implausibility that he’d actually heard those words correctly considering it was Eroica who’d said them, the Major looked down at him incredulously. Catching the shadow that started to cross over Klaus’ expression, Dorian quickly moved to reassure and rephrase. He grabbed the Major quickly before the man could get away in anger. Hugging close, the Earl rubbed against Klaus and playfully licked across his mouth; initiating a kiss that had them feeling electrified.
Murmuring against Klaus’ lips, Dorian murmured seductively. “Stand for me?”
The breaking of their contact didn’t last long as Klaus stood rigidly by the bed, the ease of his body tightening with tension as he followed Dorian’s request. His was resolute in his decision to follow the desire he felt, but it held a newness that left him feeling more exposed than he usually allowed. Still, it was Dorian reaching for him - looking on him with such vibrant passion that the Major was left satisfied by his choice.
The Earl slid along the sheets until he sat at the edge, thighs spread to frame the Major’s legs. There was no time for savoring; his actions were quick and greedy as he reached forward to remove Klaus’ shirt. The moment too filled with seriousness, desire and awe for either man to respond as the harness and custom made holster fell to the floor with a thud. All that smiled was Dorian’s eyes….
Klaus remained still, letting Dorian look at him - half bared in contrast to Eroica’s full nudity. He watched the emotions skirting through Dorian’s eyes, the heat and spark he found within their gaze caused his body to contract - tightening as his arousal grew. The Earl took Klaus’ hand in his own, looking down at it as he ran his fingers over the palm. It was the very hand that had held Eroica’s red rose and crushed it until Klaus had bled. The thorn scratches had faded, but still Dorian caressed the sensitive skin as though to ease the pain that was already past.
Lifting his gaze back to Klaus, Dorian silently asked a question with his eyes as he gave the Major enough time to move away if he chose. Raising his hand, Klaus answered with the brush of his fingers over Dorian’s mouth. The caress turned more prophetic as the blond opened to take the Major’s fingers inside, a tease and an affirmation that he understood and was glad.
Biting at the inside of his cheek, the Major watched as Dorian played along his fingers - the man’s tongue mapping out every length and curve. Emitting a gruff growl, Klaus pulled his hand free as he tried to slow the rise of his desire. But as he’d seen time and again, Eroica would have all that he could - even if he had to steal it away.
The deep breath Klaus was taking caught, stolen in an instant as the thief’s hand moved between his legs. Dorian’s palm circled, teasing the Major with a determined rhythm - even as the other smoothed over the warmth of Klaus’ chest in a slow slide from neck to waist.
Dorian’s voice bridged the divide between them, offering Klaus a choice. “Slow?” His hand moved up again, fingers brushing over the Major’s nipple. “Or fast?” The question echoed as he pressed against the aroused flesh beneath the German’s clothes.
Whether it was the newness, the need or the determination that he wouldn’t allow himself to question his way out of doing what he wanted - what they wanted, Klaus gruffly answered. “Now.”
Markedly at a loss for words in the wake of hearing the word, the demand passing from his Major’s lips, Dorian held Klaus’ eyes even as he reached to rid the man of his belt. Grinning devilishly, Eroica held the length of leather to his mouth and licked the surface. Ever the reprobate, even in the mist of desire….
Klaus growled in response, both from the memory the act brought back and from the frustration of Dorian’s playing games when the man should be doing something, anything else. He jerked the belt from the Earl’s hands, pulling at the man’s hair as he pushed the blond’s face up - a hand again at Dorian’s throat. Klaus’ face was like thunder on a rainless night; sudden and frightening was his strength. But Dorian’s gasp at the abrupt shift in Klaus, ended in a moan as the Major charged forward and claimed his mouth in a fierce kiss.
Leather and smoke - their tastes merged, carrying across as Klaus passed his tongue between Dorian’s lips. It was possessing, and brief. Pulling back, the Major glared at Dorian - his grip still holding the Earl’s head still. Faces close, he snapped in a rough tone, “Jetzt, verdammt!”
Klaus took in the hungry expression on Dorian face as the thief worked his pants undone. Inhaling sharply, the Major fought not to close his eyes involuntarily as Dorian reached inside and touched him. He tried to process the sensations: warmth as fingers caressed his skin, another hand pushing his underwear down until both they and his pants road low on his hips and then Dorian closed the divide….
“Aaahhhnn.” Frozen, momentarily stunned. Klaus grit his teeth as his system was suffused with blinding pleasure. Too much, so good and in a way he wouldn’t have known before now - more right than he’d ever experienced before tonight. He’d dropped his hands at the first touch of Dorian’s mouth along his erection, fists clenched as he took the brunt of the man’s obvious skill.
Past the desire to tease, Dorian set a pace meant to drive him quite mad. He ran his hands over Klaus, touching as much of the Major’s body as he could: the back, hips, chest, waist…. Constantly, his fingers moved in chorus to his mouth as it worked over the length and weight of Klaus’ desire as it moved along his tongue.
Well gone with the yearning for more, but weakening on the strength to hold out - Klaus groaned as Eroica dealt his next trick, humming as he continued to play the Major’s need. Nerves afire, the rushing of his blood sounded loud in his ears. Almost there, almost…. And then things stopped.
Gone was the liquid heat and the tormenting tease. Dorian moved back in a flash, crossing over the bed for what purpose Klaus could not reason. All the German knew was he couldn’t allow Eroica to leave. To escape…. Making a grab for the Earl’s ankle, Klaus managed to hold firm even as Dorian cursed in frustration. His words, “Let me, Klaus. We need,” were cut short as Klaus climbed back onto the bed and covered the length of Dorian’s back. Trapping him once more beneath….
Smooth skin, warm body and the delicious friction of moving against him - Klaus buried his face into the wreck that was Dorian’s hair. He ignored the Earl’s attempts to shift closer to the edge of the bed, holding the man still as he circled down and against the rise of Dorian’s behind. His reason was too lost to sensuality to make sense of his own impatience and need.
Dorian moaned, panting as he pushed back against the hardness behind him. When Klaus refused again to let him move, the Earl gasped out, “The drawer. We need what’s there.” Surging back against the German, Dorian managed to reach the drawer and yank it open even as Klaus again covered him. Grabbing at what was inside, Eroica almost dropped his prize when he felt the sharp press and bite of the Major’s teeth at the base of his neck. “Awww…”
Groaning in what sounded like pleasured pain, Dorian shivered and arched back. Words spilled from him, his plea a ragged needful ramble. “I want to show you, let me show you… let me. Turn over.”
Finally the words broke through the haze of his distraction and the Major forcible rolled Dorian onto his back, not moving away any further than was necessary to accomplish the Earl’s request. The need for constant contact, for the connection between them to continue, was a heady mix with Klaus’ arousal. And he was incapable of thinking beyond it. What was, was….
Not wasting a moment in his drive towards the “now” that Klaus had demanded, Dorian threaded his free hand in the Major’s dark hair and pulled him back into a kiss. They reveled as small gasps and murmured groans spilled out between their lips. As it continued, the Earl managed to steal a hand between them. Klaus arched into the touch even as he shivered at what the suddenly slicked fingers meant. Eroica had managed to keep his head enough to make preparations, his fingers wet with lube - the prize he‘d nicked from the drawer.
Klaus thrust into the clasping hand, breaking from their kiss as he groaned low and loud in encouragement. He looked into Dorian’s half closed eyes and watched as the thief arched into his own touch; the hand leaving Klaus’ flesh as the Earl reached between his own thighs to push inside. It was going to happen, the final barrier crossed. Seeing the expression of wanton anticipation on Dorian’s face, Klaus couldn’t doubt the desire that must lie on his own. His walls downed in the wake of the moment and the force of his fired blood.
A tick, a stitch in time and then Dorian was holding him again in hand - pulling him to where they both needed him to be…. And then the thief’s voice sounded, desperate but sure - calling out against Klaus’ lips again and again. “Jetzt, komm!”
Klaus took Dorian’s next breath, and his own - as he pushed, thrust inside the heat that was Dorian’s body. The thief moaned and held onto him as the Major moved inside, riding the fierce drive that housed Klaus within him. Their coupling could not be gentled this first time, would not be anything other than the buffering of a storm - forceful, quick, verging on dangerous as each strained and gave, thrust and met - taken and took.
So tight, so hot - the intensity marked him like fire to the skin; the desire a scar Klaus found it a pleasure to bear. He clutched at Dorian’s body, needing something to ground himself as he moved them together and apart. The thief arched against him at each thrust inside, welcoming his length and his desire with a wildness that was breathless and true.
His voice an almost incoherent ruin, Dorian moaned as Klaus worked them closer and closer together - each almost at their breaking points. He was coming apart before the Major’s eyes and it was a glory to see.
Klaus knew the moment he was lost, watching as Dorian’s eyes widened - the thief throwing his head back as his body was wracked with pleasure so sharp as to be almost pain. The sight, the feel of Dorian coming beneath him, around him and against his body was too much for Klaus to withstand. He tried to hold on, but his body won the battle as Klaus roughly cried out with a curse - his face buried in the curve of Dorian’s throat as he jerked and shuddered in bliss.
The aftershocks eased with time as the two of them remained still locked together - a tangled web of limbs and bodies. Neither of them moved to part, both well tired but content to stay. Klaus inhaled the mingled scent of sex and them, his eyes closed and heart slowing from its race. He was aware and alert to what he’d done, and surprisingly he didn’t feel the need to run. He’d allowed himself to fall…. And lacked regret to mourn.
For the death of old ways now harkened a new sense of life, and of self. Knowledge had set him free of burden. And all because of the persistent man in his arms….
Dorian murmured softly, regretfully as Klaus shifted to lie beside him - breaking their connection as he came to lie against the blond’s side. The Earl turned towards him and laid his claim with an arm over the Major’s chest and leg over the German’s thighs.
The movements brought home just how unkempt he must appear, socks and pants still on - shoes having earlier fallen to the floor. His pants were in a ruin around his knees. It was rather amusing, Klaus considered. Admitting it privately at least. He pushed the pants down his legs, before toeing off his soaks. Lying back again, he closed his eyes and rested with Dorian against him. Glad to sink into the darkness.
The warmth of Dorian at his side, the deep breaths that ghosted across his skin, the small scratching feel of the soft hairs that covered Dorian’s legs and arms - they were things that tickled Klaus’ mind as he rested in silence. The pieces of a puzzle now seemingly fit into their perfect place.
He shifted against the Earl’s body, drawing his hand down the long smooth length of Dorian’s back. The motion continued unconsciously as the Major absorbed the comfort to be found in the aftermath. In the desire to remain, rather than rush away as he’d always felt in the past.
“Hmmm….” Dorian murmured softly, appreciative of Klaus’s caress.
The Major’s hand continued to stroke the blond’s skin, even as Dorian’s sounds grew lower. And then deeper, until Klaus had an epiphany. Dorian Red, the man in his arms, was actually purring. Or as near to it as any human could….
It was a sound the Major found intimately satisfying to have caused.
A long while passed without a word until Dorian broke the silence. Voice husky from use, he asked, “When are you expected to report?”
Clearing his throat, Klaus answered. “Forty-eight hours. In Bonn.”
Dorian released a sigh, rubbing his face against the line of Klaus’ neck. His breath tickled the Major’s skin as he continued, “So soon.” There was a pause, a while that drifted by without words until he again broke the stillness. “I can do it, you know. Be discrete. Keep the secret.” His voice held a certainty, a seriousness that was testament to his belief in what he said.
Klaus opened his eyes, and looked at Dorian’s face. There was a solemn ferocity in the Earl’s eyes, one meant to show he knew the stakes and was willing to play the game. It was, the Major found, endearing. And something he believed Dorian capable of accomplishing. For he’d witnessed, again and again - the determination of the man he held to get and maintain the things, and now the person, he valued most.
Letting his gaze drop, Klaus viewed the darkening evidence of his own passion’s marks. His claim was writ across the paleness of Dorian’s skin, all effects from the other one now covered and gone. He knew he’d made his own decision to retained the maddening man in that moment. So with a nod, Klaus drew the Earl down to seal his agreement with a kiss.
Relief and gladness laced Dorian’s whisper, released into the touch of Klaus’ lips. “You’ll be my Major by day and my Klaus by night.” He teased a bite at Klaus’ lip, licking it better before doing the same again.
Growling in response, Klaus abruptly turned and rolled Dorian beneath him - rising up enough to make sure Dorian was looking in his eyes and not at his mouth before saying, “Never on duty.” When Dorian tried to kiss him again, Klaus buried his hand in the blond’s hair and held him still. “Say it.”
Moaning as he was held trapped, the Earl did as told. A rare event, indeed. “Not on duty.” There was always the downtime, after all.
Klaus gave him a shrewd glare that melted in the heat that passed between them. He was almost back to kissing the man, when a request was made that stopped his progress.
“Say my name.”
Groaning as he felt the body beneath his undulating against him with reawakening need, Klaus gave in. “Dorian.”
“Again.”
Klaus pressed his mouth to Dorian’s own, speaking softly as he moved against the heat of man’s body. “Dorian.”
Impossibly, he asked for more. “Again.”
“My Dorian in the dark….”
The answering gasp was silenced as Klaus took Dorian’s breath away with a kiss, as once more the fire burned …. And both found themselves licked by passion’s flame.
Finis
So, what did you think? lol...
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Dorian in the Dark
As always and ever xof - you've outdone yourself ... again.
Not knowing the fandom wasn't a hindrance, not for a second - it never ceases to amaze me how much you can say with so little. The history of Klaus' denial and Dorian's seduction all the more vivid for it's sublety.
Completely enjoyed the plot... I would have gladly read more of the story - spies and thieves and nasties - would have continued to read even without the reward of what I knew, I hoped, was waiting at the end. Damn glad though that I didn't ... have to do without. LOL
THUD!
The images, the promise.
Klaus, hair and clothing and secret desires, dark and hidden, exploding into light ... the light of a golden Dorian, shining with need and love enough to chase away the shadows ... and yet, in that counterpoint that you do so well, willing to be, for *his* Major ... Dorian, in the dark.
Wow!
I hope you're satisfied with your efforts on this one, xof - you should be. I, for one, am glad you perservered. Thanks for sharing. - Margo
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Kept me captivated, dear. The German curses were an interesting twist; giving translations in the header was a good idea. Not all of your readers have been speaking German all their lives like this'un. ;-)
What struck me most was that Klaus and Dorian were in character the entire time. Now, I'm a fluff junkie, and I do love seeing tender!Klaus, but it's not his style, especially not the first time he realizes he can have his thief and, er, eat him, too. This rough, edgy Klaus is a lot truer to Aoike-sensei's vision. A man that highly strung isn't going to relax around Dorian for a minute, not even in bed.
I did catch a couple of minor grammar/spelling bugs, but none of them detracted from the story - I'm just ridiculously picky. ^_^
A lovely job indeed! If you have a webpage, you might consider uploading this to that and submitting the link to the main archive.
Kip, verily impressed
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are you german then?
oh, and what do you use to make screencaps? i only know of veedub, but if the file is the wrong format (or a dvd) it does not work!
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I'm going to read your fic as soon as I can.. I promise!
Lots of love,
Rogue
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As always your writing was amazing... and you've made me fall in love with the characters: brava!
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If you're talking about the icon with the 2 boys, it's Touga and Sayonji from the manga/anime "Shoujo Kakumei Utena" (aren't they lovely?). Anyway if you talk about my current userpic (the girl with the gun).. at the moment I can't remember neither the author nor the title of that manga.. sorry!(I am a Japanese-comics addict, in case you were wondering..)
Love,
Rogue
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And I don't even follow the fandom!
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*jumps in your arms and covers you with snogs*
Oh, you absolute darling. I *adore* Eroica, although it's been a while since I've actively went looking for any fic relating to it. I just adored this. I am so glad you shared, and thank you for posting. I hope you will write more with these two?
*hugs*
Tia
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And that you're a fan of the boyz...lol.
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xof