Niklaus Mikaelson

Human life is just a means to an end. Our means, to our end.

[thechaoticbrother]

There For The Taking || Klaus & Elijah (1720s New Orleans)

[joviliuscastro]

Without hesitation, he pushed upward with his body, rolling them so that he was now on top. He pinned Klaus’ hands against the bed and used his legs to pin down the other man’s hips. “Then prove that you are a challenge for me.” His tone had came out more vicious and threatening than he had intended but there was no taking it back now. He knew Klaus could easily remove him from where he was, but that’s what he was counting on.

[thechaoticbrother]

All at once, Klaus felt his eyes and teeth begin to change again. While being pinned down certainly wasn’t an outcome he was opposed to, every inch of his body was preparing to fight. Ah, chaos, his favorite. They’d be lucky if anything in the room survived what was essentially a hurricane meeting a volcano. 

With all of his strength, he pushed back, sending Elijah crashing into the wardrobe several feet away, then he was on his feet, replacing his hand around his brother’s throat and lifting him up from the floor. He could destroy him right there. Just tighten his grip and watch Elijah’s head roll across the room, and that was the thought that made him smirk as his eyes traveled over the body he held in front of him. “Had enough yet?”

[thechaoticbrother]

There For The Taking || Klaus & Elijah (1720s New Orleans)

[thechaoticbrother]

thenoblebrother:

“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t walk away right now.” He said, allowing his fingers to wander and brush against hot flesh. If achieving release was what he wanted the most out of this, he could simply go out into town and find anyone he wanted to take home. However, that wasn’t the point. This was about much more than that. This was about the constant power struggle between him and Klaus. This was about seeing which would break the other first.

He couldn’t even imagine walking away to go find someone else. Imagine for a moment, standing in the center of the galaxy. Heat radiating off of the stars as they grazed past, light fracturing off every surface and displaying the most beautiful array of colors. Klaus was his center of the galaxy, and being with anyone else just felt like standing back on Earth, staring up at the stars longingly.

Klaus considered his answer for a moment. His next words could take any number of directions, and have many different outcomes. But in the end, he chose to reach down and wrap his slender fingers around Elijah’s throat, just tight enough to make the slightest promise of a threat, and never breaking eye contact, he said, with all the intention he could muster, “Because, dear Elijah, I’m the only one you’ll ever think of as a challenge.”

[thechaoticbrother]

There For The Taking || Klaus & Elijah (1720s New Orleans)

[thechaoticbrother]

thenoblebrother:

Elijah couldn’t identify the exact moment they relocated, he was just suddenly aware that his back was pressed into the mattress instead of the wall. If it were possible for him to be more attracted to Klaus than he already was, then the other man’s words would have done it. He let his hand fall from his brother’s shoulder, dragging his fingers down Klaus’ torso, stopping just as he reached his destination.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Would you mind repeating, Niklaus?” He cursed internally as his voice cracked on his brother’s name, so much for his beloved control. He could feel the last few tendrils of patience and control he had slipping from his grasp completely. 

At Elijah’s halfhearted attempt to regain control, Klaus removed his hand entirely and instead pressed it into the bed next to the other man’s head, “You heard me, brother,” his voice came out breathless, as if he’d been forgetting to breathe the entire time, which could be accurate. “I want you to touch me until I believe you’ve earned release.”

He knew he was playing a very dangerous game. One in which might make Elijah simply walk away for the evening, to find entertainment elsewhere. But he had to try. It was his own sort of challenge for himself: how far could he push until Elijah forced him to break. 

[thechaoticbrother]

There For The Taking || Klaus & Elijah (1720s New Orleans)

[thechaoticbrother]

thenoblebrother:

With one hand still on Klaus’ shoulder, he moved his other hand to his back, dragging his short nails across the skin hard enough to draw blood. Knowing every exact detail of how to tear someone apart was simultaneously magnificent and torturous. To be the victim of Klaus’ movements… it was a feeling he’d never be able to explain. He felt his back press into the cool stone wall, random spots of heat radiating from where Klaus had been standing. As his brother’s movements continued he couldn’t hold back the moans anymore. He knew Klaus would see it as a victory but at this point he wasn’t concerned about that.

The sounds Elijah made were like Klaus’ favorite song. One only he had the privilege of hearing, year after year, until it was more familiar to him than his own voice. And it was all for him. Whenever they were in the middle of such acts, his mind screamed the word mine despite the fact that he’d never voice it. No, the man beneath his hands would never accept the title, though they both knew it to be true enough. 

Quickly, Klaus tired of the way they were standing, and instead pushed his brother back towards the bed. Furniture was easier to replace than the walls themselves, after all. And with his hand moving at a pace that would easily send Elijah tumbling over the edge, he slowed suddenly and whispered in a way that was just short of begging, “Touch me.”

[thechaoticbrother]

There For The Taking || Klaus & Elijah (1720s New Orleans)

[joviliuscastro]

Elijah sighed as his body tensed and began to shake with Klaus’ motions as they sped up. It wasn’t that he was close to finishing, it would take a lot more effort on his brother’s part for that, but he was close to breaking. The barrier he so carefully kept built up around himself would come tumbling down at any moment. But he didn’t want to give Klaus the satisfaction just yet.

The taste of his own blood made it harder for him to keep focused on staying composed, not that it made much of a difference considering how much of his composure he’d already lost. 

[thechaoticbrother]

Klaus pulled away for only a second, just long enough to turn so his brother was the one pressed into the indentation in the wall that his own back had left behind. And then, his mouth and hand continued where they’d left off, never ceasing their movements even as he smirked against Elijah’s lips. So close. So very close to breaking that their usual pattern of moving against each other was lost as the other man gave in and let his body beg in a way that his words never would.

Elijah sought friction that Klaus was happy to provide. His hand moved in ways he knew would be most effective. After all, he’d had centuries to learn exactly what made his brother tick.

[bloody-elijah]

[thechaoticbrother]

tvdkatherine:

“If you were trying to win the girl’s trust, perhaps poisoning her one true love was not the most splendid idea.“

[thechaoticbrother]

There For The Taking || Klaus & Elijah (1720s New Orleans)

[joviliuscastro]

Elijah let out a low moan as the fangs sank into his neck. Before he had a chance to brace himself Klaus’ hand started it’s usual torturous motion. He bit back another moan, but was unable to keep his breathing steady. He wanted to move somehow, do anything to gain more friction, but he couldn’t. He was anchored to this exact spot until either Klaus let him move or his legs gave way.

He hated the loss of most motion, but he still had some semblance of control. Doing what little he could with Klaus attached to him, he moved one arm so that it was braced on the wall and pulled the other one up to grip his brother’s shoulder. If he was going to lose the rest of his control, he wasn’t losing it without a fight.

[thechaoticbrother]

Klaus felt each of his brother’s fingers press into his shoulder in a way that would very easily break someone a little more mortal. But Klaus could handle it. In fact, he’d happily break beneath his brother’s hands, if it meant Elijah’s loss of control. So much effort was put into maintaining that control that when he finally let it go, he was truly magnificent. 

Perhaps... Klaus thought as he pulled away from the other man’s neck, dripping blood as he went, but also speeding up his movements further south. He wanted to unravel Elijah with the mere touch of only one hand. It would be his own cherished victory, as if he hadn’t had countless others in the past due to identical circumstances. And as his mouth met his brother’s, it even moved in the way he knew it would. Desperately.

[thechaoticbrother]

There For The Taking || Klaus & Elijah (1720s New Orleans)

[joviliuscastro]

Control was all he had against Klaus. He didn’t possess the strength or speed of his brother, but when it came to control he would always be superior to him in that aspect. Elijah gasped as Klaus’ hand wrapped around him. In this moment he felt his control slowly slipping from his grasp and there was no clear way for him to catch it again. And he wouldn’t be able to hide that fact from his brother much longer.

As he made eye contact with Klaus he couldn’t help but marvel at the hybrid’s eyes. The bright yellow stood in such strong contrast to the blackening of his veins. He knew his own eyes had turned black. He could feel the veins pulsing across his cheekbones, a sure sign to the other man that Elijah’s cherished control was soon to be completely gone.

[thechaoticbrother]

Elijah’s pulse was visibly beating against the skin of his neck, as if the blood itself were trying to escape. And as Klaus felt his teeth sharpening, he considered just where to take a taste of it. Finally, he chose the soft patch of skin where Elijah’s neck met his broad shoulders. His favorite place to sink all four of his fangs.

With one hand holding his brother’s neck closer, the other one began to move. So torturously slow that the motion would be barely perceptible without enhanced senses. but he knew that every single one of Elijah’s nerve endings were fully aware of the twists of his hand, in a way that had become so familiar it was almost a reflex. He truly had forever, and if he wanted to he could prolong this, but they both knew of Klaus’ impatience, and the way he’d give in soon. Perhaps when he was finished tasting the very essence of his brother.

[thechaoticbrother]

There For The Taking || Klaus & Elijah (1720s New Orleans)

[joviliuscastro]

Elijah always took advantage of even the slightest of opportunities and this time was no exception. In the brief moment that contact was lost between then he removed his pants, throwing them off somewhere to the side. Before he was even able to look up again, Klaus was back pressed against him. He inhaled sharply as he rolled his hips upward trying to gain even the slightest amount of friction.

Not even a few moments ago they had been standing fully clothed trying to falsely entertain themselves with the women that Klaus had found for them. He could feel the heroin from his still flowing through his system and it was making him feel very bold. He pushed them both of the bed and across the room, slamming Klaus’ back against the wall. “You can’t take anything from me, dear brother” he teased, before pressing their mouths together once again. 

[thechaoticbrother]

Elijah was wrong. Klaus could take his life. And as he ran his fingers across the chest in front of him, Klaus knew that the long-healed scar of his dagger could so easily be opened again, if he so wished. And he knew, in time, he would eventually pierce that skin again, over and over until Elijah eventually stopped returning to his side. It would be like losing a part of himself, and yet Klaus knew that when the time came, he wouldn’t be able to still his own hand.

The hand that now traveled lower, slowly, further from the heart and closer to where it was working so hard to send the blood that gave his brother’s entire body a rosy hue. Controlled and yet flushed. It was a contradiction that served to amuse Klaus even when he had a multitude of other, more exciting things to think about. And finally, when his hand reached its destination, he met Elijah’s eyes as the man’s name passed his lips with a sigh, “Elijah.”

[thechaoticbrother]

There For The Taking || Klaus & Elijah (1720s New Orleans)

[joviliuscastro]

At any other given time Elijah would be able to hear every single sound going on outside the compound. Carriages rolling past, people retiring to their homes for the night, but in the presence of his brother all those things were drown out. It was like for one single moment they were the only two beings in existence. If he could live in that moment forever, he would.

He fought the urge to pull himself closer to Klaus and instead focused his mind on trying to undo the other man’s pants. Successfully unbuttoning was not a problem, however removal was another story. Normally he would have just tore them off but he knew Klaus had recently had them tailored and he didn’t want to cause him the inconvenience of their loss. He spoke, sounding as clear and articulate as ever. “You know, Niklaus, it is quite hard to remove certain articles of clothing when you have me pinned so close to you.”

[thechaoticbrother]

His brother was ever-so-cautious, even when given free reign to do absolutely anything he wished. And Klaus was annoyed. Sure, he liked his clothes and didn’t enjoy having to compel more than one tailor a decade or so, but at a time like this, he was willing to accept fabric torn until it was entirely unrecognizable. “Then I shall take the job from you.” And he did. in the blink of a mere mortal’s eye, his skin was bare. A side of him that very few had seen and lived to tell the tale.

And now, Klaus was naked in more ways than one with Elijah. In moments such as these, his very soul was broken open and vulnerable, allowing the connection between the two men to reach far beyond physical intimacy. And this was why, when their family surpassed their boiling point and it was every member for him or herself, the line between Klaus and Elijah’s sides was always very blurred. It was impossible to ever be completely separated from someone you’d been so close to, and touched the soul of, no matter how much their outward appearances lied.

[thechaoticbrother]

There For The Taking || Klaus & Elijah (1720s New Orleans)

[thechaoticbrother]

Before Elijah was finished pacing, Klaus had stripped the outermost clothing layer off of himself, and his fingers were beginning on the buttons of his waistcoat. They were new buttons, fashioned from silver coins he’d saved from hundreds of years previous. So he wasn’t in the mood to hear them rolling across the floor thanks to his brother’s rough handling.

Luckily, the last one came loose as his back crumbled the wall behind him, and he reached up and pulled at the lapels of Elijah’s coat, as if he could somehow pull the man closer despite the way he was already pressed against him. As he pulled, he instinctively captured and bit into his brother’s lower lip, immediately tasting blood. To humans, blood meant death. To vampires, it was life. To Mikaelsons, it was everything. Life, death, pain, pleasure, hunger, craving, passion, love, family. 

[joviliuscastro]

Elijah reached up and tore his own jacket off himself, it was old so he didn’t much care about the damage it went through. He didn’t react when he felt the slight sting on his lower lip, Klaus always did that and over the years he’d grown used to the move, so it didn’t shock him anymore. Though it was impossible to grow used to that momentary feeling of blood sharing. 

His desires were only increased by the blood sharing. He backed up slowly toward the bed, pulling Klaus with him as he moved. All in one motion he pushed Klaus’ waistcoat off, tearing his shirt off with it. A smirk spread across his face as he fell backwards onto the bed pulling the other man down on top of him. 

[thechaoticbrother]

As a hybrid, Klaus experienced everything a vampire experienced, but almost tenfold. The taste of blood on his tongue as he ran it across Elijah’s lip, across his jaw, and then down his neck. The sound his teeth made as they grazed across the skin. His shirt falling to the floor in what seemed like slow motion compared to the movements of him and his brother. The way Elijah’s pulse pounded against him, every inch of his body awake and begging for more.

And more he gave, as his hands pushed and pulled until Elijah was exactly where he wanted him. A hip pushed against the bed in a way that would certainly leave a mark, a leg pulled up until it was pressed against Klaus’ waist. His brother was all at once underneath him, and wrapped around him, as close as he could possibly be without crawling into the dark recesses of Klaus’ very being.

[thechaoticbrother]

There For The Taking || Klaus & Elijah (1720s New Orleans)

[thechaoticbrother]

Klaus’ eyebrow raised at the exact moment as the corner of his mouth. It was a turn of events that he hadn’t seen coming, which made it even more of a treat. Too often had he anticipated his brother’s next move, and been left unsurprised. Surprises were always fun when they weren’t going to lead to his death, and this one? Maybe a little maiming, but nothing that wouldn’t be healed by the morning. 

Which was why Elijah was the one he always returned to, no matter how many nights he’d spent next to the warmth of another body. Because Elijah couldn’t break him, or be broken in return. Elijah was the one who always seemed to mend him, even when he thought he’d shattered into a million pieces. His brother was always there, holding each of those pieces together like it was his one true passion in life. 

And now he stood, with a choice that had no unsavory outcome. Between the room in which Klaus spent so few nights, and the one in which he always found himself drawn to (his own being the former). However, this time, he strode forward and when he was close enough to almost touch his brother, he turned into the one that held his own belongings. After all, he’d been planning to redecorate anyway. “Coming?”

[joviliuscastro]

Wordlessly he followed Klaus into the room, closing the door behind him just in case someone were to return home. Not that this would come as a shock to their siblings. They all knew of Klaus and Elijah’s occasional night spent together. Though to call it occasional was almost a lie for it happened more frequently the older they got. Or perhaps it was just because they had finally become bored with the rest of what the world had to offer. There was only interest left in each other. Perhaps one day that too would wane from their minds.

Without realizing he’d been doing it, he’d gravitated towards his brother. He paced a slow deliberate circle around Klaus, his eyes examining him as he walked, trying to decide where to start. Placing his hand deceivingly gently onto the other man’s chest, he slammed him backwards into the nearest wall, definitely leaving a dent. Without hesitation he pressed his lips against Klaus’ giving in to the desires he kept buried in the darkest parts of himself.

[thechaoticbrother]

Before Elijah was finished pacing, Klaus had stripped the outermost clothing layer off of himself, and his fingers were beginning on the buttons of his waistcoat. They were new buttons, fashioned from silver coins he’d saved from hundreds of years previous. So he wasn’t in the mood to hear them rolling across the floor thanks to his brother’s rough handling.

Luckily, the last one came loose as his back crumbled the wall behind him, and he reached up and pulled at the lapels of Elijah’s coat, as if he could somehow pull the man closer despite the way he was already pressed against him. As he pulled, he instinctively captured and bit into his brother’s lower lip, immediately tasting blood. To humans, blood meant death. To vampires, it was life. To Mikaelsons, it was everything. Life, death, pain, pleasure, hunger, craving, passion, love, family. 

[thechaoticbrother]

There For The Taking || Klaus & Elijah (1720s New Orleans)

[thechaoticbrother]

Klaus eyed the blood left behind on Elijah’s mouth like his own person triumph. A messy evening then, it was settled. A smile crossed his own messily stained lips as he ran the back of his hand across them, turning the end of his sleeve red. By the end of the night, he suspected that the lace of his sleeves would be the least of his worries.

At his brother’s query, Klaus’s mind raced with possible ideas, and there were many. Though most seemed a little too uncivilized for Elijah, and the rest would compromise their positions within the city. However, he settled on one and looked up to meet Elijah’s eyes, “I’m glad you asked, dear brother. I have a plan that makes these two,” he nudged the body nearest him with the toe of his shoe, “pale in comparison.” In truth, the plan was more of a general direction and the thought of blood splashed across his brother’s perfectly white collar, but those thoughts were enough to go by for now. “Shall we?” His grand sweeping gesture towards the door was accompanied by a hand on Elijah’s shoulder, meant as a promise of teamwork and solidarity no matter where the evening took them.

[joviliuscastro]

Elijah felt a stirring in his stomach as Klaus’ hand landed on his shoulder. It was the same mix of nervousness, fear, hatred, euphoria, and love that always came with being this close to his brother. There was no true way for him to explain why he felt each of those feelings but he knew exactly how to rid himself of all of them and be left with only one. Exhilaration. 

“On second thought, perhaps staying in would be better. Though a room change is necessary, wouldn’t want to damage anything in the library.” He spoke casually trying to keep his feelings to himself. Klaus probably saw right through him though. Without waiting on his brother’s response, he walked out of the room and down the hall. He stopped standing between two doorways, one leading to his room the other leading to Klaus’. “I’ll leave this decision to you.” He said with a smirk as he gestured to both the rooms.

[thechaoticbrother]

Klaus’ eyebrow raised at the exact moment as the corner of his mouth. It was a turn of events that he hadn’t seen coming, which made it even more of a treat. Too often had he anticipated his brother’s next move, and been left unsurprised. Surprises were always fun when they weren’t going to lead to his death, and this one? Maybe a little maiming, but nothing that wouldn’t be healed by the morning. 

Which was why Elijah was the one he always returned to, no matter how many nights he’d spent next to the warmth of another body. Because Elijah couldn’t break him, or be broken in return. Elijah was the one who always seemed to mend him, even when he thought he’d shattered into a million pieces. His brother was always there, holding each of those pieces together like it was his one true passion in life. 

And now he stood, with a choice that had no unsavory outcome. Between the room in which Klaus spent so few nights, and the one in which he always found himself drawn to (his own being the former). However, this time, he strode forward and when he was close enough to almost touch his brother, he turned into the one that held his own belongings. After all, he’d been planning to redecorate anyway. “Coming?”

[horrorgorewhore]

Lick the blood from my hands and tell me you still love me.

(via horrorgorewhore)

[taeyongdoyoung]

mood boards: klaus mikaelson, the originals

[thechaoticbrother]

There For The Taking || Klaus & Elijah (1720s New Orleans)

[joviliuscastro]

Elijah smirked at Klaus before digging his fangs into the girl’s neck. He drained her a bit slower than Klaus had drained his, savoring the way the heroin in her blood stung the inside of his throat. As he felt her body go limp, he took a step back, allowing her body to sink to the floor. A few trails of blood ran down his chin, but he didn’t bother to wipe it off.

“Glad to hear we were both tired of them.” He walked over to where his brother stood, moving to stand inside the other man’s personal bubble. “Do you have any other grandiose hunting plans for this evening? The night is young after all.” Maybe it was the little bit of heroin now in his system or maybe it was the tension in the air, but regardless of the cause, Elijah did not want to spend the rest of his night sitting in the library.

[thechaoticbrother]

Klaus eyed the blood left behind on Elijah's mouth like his own person triumph. A messy evening then, it was settled. A smile crossed his own messily stained lips as he ran the back of his hand across them, turning the end of his sleeve red. By the end of the night, he suspected that the lace of his sleeves would be the least of his worries.

At his brother's query, Klaus's mind raced with possible ideas, and there were many. Though most seemed a little too uncivilized for Elijah, and the rest would compromise their positions within the city. However, he settled on one and looked up to meet Elijah's eyes, “I'm glad you asked, dear brother. I have a plan that makes these two,” he nudged the body nearest him with the toe of his shoe, “pale in comparison.” In truth, the plan was more of a general direction and the thought of blood splashed across his brother's perfectly white collar, but those thoughts were enough to go by for now. “Shall we?” His grand sweeping gesture towards the door was accompanied by a hand on Elijah's shoulder, meant as a promise of teamwork and solidarity no matter where the evening took them.

[thechaoticbrother]

There For The Taking || Klaus & Elijah (1720s New Orleans)

[joviliuscastro]

Running his fingers delicately across her collarbone, he walked around her so that he was now standing behind her, one hand unlacing her corset, one still tracing her collarbone, shoulders, and neck. “Niklaus, there is no human that would ever serve as a challenge to us. We’d be like two cats playing mouse. We would knock it around a while until eventually one of us got bored and killed it.”

As he finished unlacing the corset, he peeled it off of her and drop it into the floor, letting his hands slide down her waist and onto her hips. “Let me know when you grow tired of this. I know you well enough to know you’ll be bored before I am.” That statement wasn’t entirely true considering Elijah was already bored.

[thechaoticbrother]

Elijah was entirely correct. Only they, and their siblings, were any sort of challenge for each other. Sure, as a hybrid he had a bit of an advantage, which he made sure to remind them of often, but they were the few that presented any resistance. He liked resistance. A fight. An all out, bloody, fangs bared war. And Elijah was the only one who was continually willing to play along. Not Rebekah, not Kol, and certainly not Finn. A boring bunch they were.

On the topic of boring things, he sunk his teeth into the girl in front of him, before finally responding to his brother. “My interest in these two has already waned.” When released, the girl collapsed onto the floor in a heap. Her blood had just enough cocaine still running through it that Klaus could feel a slight tingle in his fingertips once she'd been drained. That combined with the almost buzzing that his brain did after such a snack made him lean against the wall for a moment, going back to watching Elijah's show of attempting to seem interested in his present.