The Curse of the Eberbachs

Rosewater and musk, layers of smells, a remembered scent of a childhood memory. Food too – the very best and spices enough to make his mouth water. Below them all, though – and far, far above them – the fresh, clean, oh so beloved fragrance of his dearest – some type of soap, military no doubt – NATO standard, perhaps. Divine ...

Intense red below, with spots of gold that fluttered through the air. Shimmering light as if through coloured windows. He couldn't see far beyond the bed and was only peripherally aware of the stronger sheen, also of unknown origins, coming from one of the sides.

The sight of Klaus stretched out before him, so much pale skin – skin protected from the sun, only ever shown to Dorian's eyes. Still a healthy spread of hues – faint blue bloodlines, white scars, a slight blush on his cheeks, a surprising number of pale brown freckles. Black hair - sparse chest hair and elsewhere, except for the thick, luxurious pubes and, of course, on his head. Eyes so green that nothing in nature rivalled them watched him with calm determination. Jutting up from between his lover's slightly spread legs, an erection much like Klaus himself – sleek and long, yet with a strong, powerful appearance – and tones ranging from pink across red to purple.

Dorian dipped his fingertip in a cup of melted white chocolate, then used it to paint Klaus's lips. The intense eyes studied him the entire time. A frown or a sneer seemed to lurk just below the surface, but in the end Klaus just shook his head ever so slightly, as if to say, "You are such a silly English fop, but I'll let you do what you want – for now." Dorian didn't mind. He leaned in and closed his eyes to fully savor the erupting flavours as he touched his tongue to the thin layer of chocolate he had applied – and the skin below. At first he just made light swipes, removing again the suddenly offending sweetness to delve into the far more precious taste below. Klaus finally cooperated – opening just a tiny bit, to let Dorian breech him. Dorian moaned as he explored the other man's mouth for every last possible variation of the faint spice that had already hooked him worse than any drug ever could.

He had to tear himself away and only managed as much by promise of the next sensation to come. Darting his tongue like a lapping kitten he worked his way down Klaus's body, lingering at the nipples – they added a salt tang to the mixture – until the body below him rocked from side to side and strong hands came up to push him away – or perhaps farther down. He eagerly followed the unvoiced appeal.

The first gentle swipe up Klaus's cock converted Dorian irrevocably. If he had thought himself addicted before, that had merely been a habit, whilst now he would cut off his hands to assure a steady supply of his most dear one's essence.

The shifting heat from an open fire warmed the area, though now and then a cooling wind swept through, unexpected yet welcome like a surprise gift. He knelt on soft velvet.

Klaus – who looked so cool and collected – had a smooth skin over firm muscles and his body burned to Dorian's touch. Dorian revelled in feeling him, in pressing his hands against those muscle bundles and tracing them with his tongue, the faint smatter of hair and soon enough the concentrated heat of his love's erect penis. He crawled up to catch Klaus's lips again, this time getting admitted right away and sending his tongue in to match its strength against Klaus's, scraping across teeth in the process. Unable to resist, he brought up a hand to twine his fingers into Klaus's hair. He had wanted to do that ever since he had first seen the man – before he had even fallen in love with him. Such beautiful hair, the perfect length to hold on to. He moaned at the thought of holding it as Klaus, on his knees before him, used those soft, perfect lips for something even better than kissing. Though since he had no doubt that would follow soon enough, he felt no need to rush things.

Never breaking the kiss he took hold of Klaus's cock and eased into a slow rhythm of pulls. Klaus's cock already leaked some and the slippery liquid eased Dorian's movements.

Soft music, barely heard, played in rhythm to his heartbeat – steady yet fast, urged on by his excitement and joy. Frail noises, from flutes, triangles and bells, created a base for the faraway chorus of schooled voices.

He heard his own breathing, sharp and fast. He even heard the soft sounds of his hands moving – one caressing Klaus's muscled chest, the other jacking him. Klaus had started to shift his hips in rhythm to the ministrations, obviously taking pleasure from the act, but Klaus himself remained silent. Dorian couldn't even hear the other man breathe, though he saw his ribcage lift and sink. Their eyes locked and Dorian swayed, wanting to kiss the man again – he thought that he would never get tired of kissing Klaus. Then he got a different idea and instead scouted further down, returning to suck the head of Klaus's cock. With his hands he pushed gently at the insides of Klaus's thighs, urging him to spread his legs. This time he got co-operation quicker than before and soon enough he had open access to Klaus's most vulnerable area. He went lower still. First he paid attention to Klaus's balls, blowing, licking and sucking at them, until he noticed how Klaus's thighs began to tense. Then he quickly bent his neck to tongue at the small opening below the balls, using all the skills he had learned over the years.

Dorian's very soul vibrated in his effort to hold himself in check. All he wanted to do was to pounce; to bury himself in Klaus as fast as humanly possible and fuck him so hard that their bodies never would forget one another. His soul demanded that he did so, that Klaus was his dammit and that he had every right to claim what he had finally caught after such a long, passionate hunt. Only he couldn't, of course. He had no doubt that Klaus, his fierce, proud Klaus, could take everything he dished out, would bear it like a torture session courtesy of Mischa, and then Dorian would never, ever get close to him again. No, this had to be done right or not at all. Unfortunately, he felt so excited over the mere prospect that "not at all" might be the better option, at least in the long run.

Okay, so "do it right" it was. He met Klaus's annoyed glance and smiled. "In a bit, my darling, in just a bit." He went back to preparing Klaus. "Just a little more of this and we'll start, I promise."

Klaus snorted. He lay on his stomach now, having rolled over gracefully like a tiger when Dorian had urged him to. He had even spread his legs, to invite Dorian to start exploring. Which Dorian took full advantage of. Index finger and long finger on his left hand were buried in Klaus's body, slowly stretching and opening him. With the other he caressed all he could reach, revelling in finally being allowed to do so. He bent in closer and spread kisses along Klaus's spine. His own cock burned and to ease the near pain he pushed it against Klaus's thigh, careful not to start humping like a horny dog.

Had any other man badgered him so, he would have been annoyed. In Klaus he just found it endearing. He looked into Klaus's deep, forest green eye – he could only see one from that angle - and told him, "Yes, my darling. I do believe I'm finished now."

For a moment the intense green changed to something cooler and some of the determined set of the other's mouth wavered. Dorian felt his very world tremble and he held his breath until Klaus's eyebrow went up and whatever hesitation had gone through the other man's mind had apparently been banished. "Well, get on with it, then."

So he did. He took just a few moments longer to make sure Klaus was nice and hard himself, and to rim him until he heard one more tiny, bit off moan. Then he straightened and, as slowly as he ever could, pushed his cock into the scorching heat. Muscles clenched around him and he half whispered, half groaned for Klaus to relax, afraid that he otherwise would both hurt the man and have a premature ejaculation. To finally – finally! – be within the other man felt unbelievably good – the heat, the tightness, the silken feeling all around him – but above and beyond that was the knowledge that it was Klaus – Klaus! – his very own Iron Klaus, NATO's green-eyed tiger, below him. "So good," he whispered. "So good, so good, so very, very good ..."

He opened his eyes – when had he closed them anyway, of course he wanted to see!? – and noticed a minute tightening of Klaus's brow. Horror struck, he realised that he had neglected his duties. "Yes, my dear," he replied on realising that he indeed was, and that he had probably gone just a hint faster than would have been optimal. He tried his best to make up for it with altering soft and firm caresses, reaching under Klaus and jacking him again while licking the delicious, salty taste from his shoulders to give them both time to adjust.

Ooops. Dorian realised that he had been wrong. Of course a little pain hadn't bothered Klaus. Perhaps even the contrary. He laughed, maybe the tiniest bit too loudly, and pulled out a little bit, only so that he could push in again, ascertain that the movement wasn't hindered by too tense muscles – which it wasn't.

"That's better," Klaus said and when Dorian looked at him again, something in his eye had softened and he was actually smiling, if only a little.

He pulled out again, almost all the way this time, and kept his eyes trained on Klaus's face the entire time as he pushed back in, not missing a single nuance of the way Klaus's eyelids fluttered, how his breathing hitched for just a second and how the tip of his tongue touched his lower lip. Grinning widely, Dorian repeated the movement, this time with a little more force. A new wave of lust rolled through him at Klaus's response, even if it was limited to just the same tiny indications of pleasure. That was fine, no problem. Soon enough, he'd have the other man howling.

Oh, for the sight of Klaus prone before him! Those shapely shoulders tense – not with anger or stress, but with pleasure as Klaus's body worked in tandem with his own, pushing up when Dorian pushed in and down when Dorian moved away. They had built a good rhythm now, after a few false starts. Of course, the latter could well be forgiven, considering that Klaus had never done this before. Dorian groaned as the reality of it hit him – he was taking Klaus's virginity! For some it might not be a big thing, but it made him feel privileged beyond all others. He had never felt so close to another human being. Nor had any other human ever looked so beautiful to him, as Klaus in that minute, with his fists clenched before him and his wrists crossed as he rolled his forehead over them. He breathed loudly now, in rhythm to Dorian's thrusts. Now and then he twitched.

"Do—" a moan broke off the middle of his name, before the other could continue. " —rian ..."

There was a faraway tone in Klaus's voice, as if he wasn't quite present. That wouldn't do. Dorian quickly pulled an unresisting Klaus up on his hands and knees, then draped himself over his beloved's body so that he could gain purchase to thrust harder, faster, towards the end he could feel coming in the pit of his stomach. At the same time he took a firm hold of Klaus's cock, pushing him along, and used his other hand to pinch his nipples. He had noticed before that Klaus responded well to such stimuli. The result stunned him – Klaus threw his head back, produced a low, long groan and came even as Dorian pounded into him.

Dorian felt himself be pulled along and after his powerful release slumped over the other's body, floating off ... and waking up.

Hallelujah indeed … he thought, with some dismay. Oh, that had been a glorious dream. One for the record, truly. "Though I'm sure the real thing will be even better ..." he said to the empty room. For once James hadn't been there to wake him, which was just as well. He loved the little man as he loved all his employees, but in the morning James could be just the tiniest bit difficult to manage. Since the day promised to be so good he wanted all of it to be nice. Dorian hummed a few bars of the barely remembered melody from his dream. Then he went on to quietly sing, " —for tonight's the night – and you can't say no ..."

The very notion made him smile. Not that Klaus couldn't say no – he could and he would – frequently, probably backed up with a Magnum in one hand and the other clenched to a fist. If necessary with two strong legs to kick Dorian with and in a pinch a sharp set of teeth as well. Dorian's smile widened. Not that Klaus would need to go through all that. Dorian well understood the word, "No," - when it was said with enough conviction.

He wasn't above a little push now and then, though, a little nudge to make Klaus aware of the possibilities and now Dorian was working up to just such a delightful little attention-getter. Klaus was in London, working on a case. A very important case, no doubt, involving some scientist and a plane. Mischa was probably about. All very exciting, Dorian was sure – but not as exciting as the thought of kissing Klaus. Which was just what he had in mind for the day's adventure. A kiss. Just a quick one. Lips meeting briefly, just a brush of skin, of being so close to his beloved that he could smell Klaus's own unique scent, maybe even time for a quick lick, to get just the tiny little taste of paradise.

The grand part was, of course, that Klaus would not be able to clobber Dorian black and blue for his audacity this time. No, Klaus would froth and growl and shake his fists, but he would keep still for the kiss and he would not beat Dorian afterwards. Dorian was reasonably sure he would today get additional information about that silly scientist boy that Klaus was looking for and he didn't at all consider using said information to gain a kiss as any type of blackmail. Klaus would be perfectly able to find out the things for himself – should he happen to have the same connections as Dorian did and not mind waiting - since it no doubt would take him longer than Dorian, since Dorian had a few ways of speeding things up that Klaus most certainly would never think of. Such as sweet talking a young man into letting Dorian peek at certain documents that probably ought to be under sharp surveillance.

"Ah, the things I do for love ..." he said out loud. Though the boy was rather sweet, all things considered and while Dorian's heart was well and truly caught by his tall German, he didn't see the harm in a tiny bit of flirting that wouldn't lead anywhere anyway.

Except to an afternoon meeting with my favourite von dem Eberbach, he thought and smiled. He really looked forward to his kiss. And who knew – maybe it would even make Klaus buy a clue!

Whistling, Dorian went over to his wardrobe to select proper clothes for the occasion.