Chapter I: You don't know

Summary: AU. Caroline got more than just Klaus's wise words and a bracelet. Klaus took home more than just his question on his sanity. They were claimed.

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She was rocking him to oblivion, something he never thought he'd achieve while having sex, because that was just what it was. There wasn't anything special about this, but there was something special about being inside of Caroline. Even after saving her life, leaving, sneaking into her room hours later like some criminal, placing the box with her gift from him near her side and leaving. At least, he was supposed to have left. But she was there. Such flawless, pure beauty covering her face as she slept, her slumber look was so breathtaking that he just leaned over, running a finger along her cheek - not enough to wake her, but just enough to touch her.

He was still turned on by her fangs in his wrist and yes, he had known she was using him to live as he promised her - but he couldn't let something as untouchable as her just wilt away. Even after he'd told her those things, revealed a side of him that was long forgotten.

Saving her had seemed necessary. He'd even deemed dropping off her present a priority. Simply because the little cheap thing Tyler had given her was way beneath someone like her; she deserved the entire word at her feet. She was the Queen and the world was her kingdom. Perhaps he could even be her...

No, that was too far. He didn't plan on being her boyfriend. He wasn't boyfriend material. He didn't have it in him to love someone that wasn't his sister. Even if Caroline reminded him of Rebekah. Of course not...and no, he couldn't explain how he ended up underneath Caroline, her core gripping him tightly. So tightly that he felt as if his insides were about ready to pop.

Because all he'd just touched her cheek, running his finger along the soft skin with such tenderness that even he was shocked. He smiled softly, something he rarely did. He found that around Caroline he smiled, and even had to stop himself from smiling when he mentioned her name. And when he turned away from her, he heard a stir. A quiet squeak of her soft voice coming from her throat and a soft, 'Klaus?" that spilled from her lips as if it were completely natural. As if she spoke it daily. As if he snuck in her room on a nightly basis and watched her sleep, touching her cheek and then vanishing into the shadows of the night to sleep in his own bed. Alone.

Could he do that?

He turned to face her, curious as to what her actions would be towards her discovery of him. He had to gasp as he did, catch an unneeded breath. She just looked so...

Her hair was all over her head and her lips were slightly parted, her teeth were meeting her bottom lip as she tugged on it, her eyes staring at him sleepily; probably telling herself she was imagining things - that he wasn't there.

But then she surprised him. She opened her arms, closing her eyes as she reached out to grab for him. "Hug me, Niklaus." She was beaming with pure happiness and it was whacking him in the face as he stepped closer, sitting on the bed.

He had initially decided he'd blame this on her being sleepy and hoped that she wouldn't remember this, but that soon changed. She pulled him into a tight hug, pulling him down to lay on her. To say he was stunned was the understatement of the century, seemingly of their own accord, his hands came out on either side of her, his fingers digging into her sheets.

"Caroline, are you alright?"

She didn't reply, just kissed his forehead and snuggled him closer, his mouth was near her breast and he hissed in a breath. He wondered if his blood was driving her crazy, making her mad.

"You feel like a bed, snuggle, snuggle."

He arched a brow, tilting his head up. Vaguely aware his jeans tightening as she opened her eyes, staring into his own. Her arms moved to wrap around his neck, her fingers tugging on the ends of his hair.

"Thank you." Her voice was soft and went through him, calming him from his earlier worries, if they still remained that was.

And then - he wasn't sure how it happened, or how he allowed it to happen for that matter - their lips were brushing and their bodies were grinding. Clothes were being torn and ripped from their bodies. Suddenly she was on top of him, her hands digging into his chest and scratching down it, leaving long claw marks that healed right before her hazy eyes.

His hand was on her mouth. The blood bag was gone when he snuck in but he had a feeling her mother was in her room and he certainly didn't want to get caught as they were.

She moaned through his hands, shaking her head wanting it off of her mouth as she spoke through hushed whispers.

"You feel really good."

He wasn't sure what to say to that. He was a thousand years old, so he knew what sex was. He wasn't a virgin, but never in his years of existence - he was certain he couldn't call it 'living' - had someone ever spoken to him during sex. He had heard of the term 'dirty talk' but had never actually experienced it. He figured it was the new 'in thing' for sex and concluded he would probably not like talking while he did his thing, but hearing Caroline approve of his size - not like she could turn away from it - made him feel...He wasn't sure what to call it, but he couldn't help but grin regardless.

She leaned down and hunched herself over to his ear, nibbling on it with blunt teeth, her body still grinding, her claws going to her hips as she rocked herself; wanting to push herself further to the edge.

"Caroline, still for a second."

She stopped as he had spoken with no hesitation.

He waited for a moment before rolling over and throwing her on the bed, looking down at her with a predatory glare.

He grabbed for her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, the other cupping her breast and pinching, tugging her nipple. She arched her back instantly, letting out a soft gasp. He sat back on his thighs, thrusting into her with quiet slaps that were filled with power each time he buried himself inside of her.

"You act as if, you've never been worshipped before, love." He had to say it. He was taunting her.

He knew no vampire or werewolf or hybrid like Tyler could compare to him.

She bit her lip, tugging on the soft pink flesh. "Worshipped, what way do you mean?" She asked breathlessly.

Klaus chuckled softly, shaking his head. She didn't know.

He rammed into her harder, soft yelps escaped her mouth as he met her each time, his grip tightening. Her breast bounced to and fro, her nipples hardening.

He let his other hand fall from her breast, sliding it under her, working her arms behind her back as he pulled her up to him, holding her wrist to her lower back as he thrust into her. She rocked her lower body along him, tilting her head back. He grabbed onto her flesh as he held her to him.

"You don't deserve him, Caroline. He won't worship you as I will." He wanted to take those words and stuff them back in his mouth, assuming he knew how she'd interpret the words. She wasn't everything he wanted, not really. He didn't love her. He was talking physically; he could teach her, train, maybe even own her if he wanted. "I can take you to heights you've never been, never even imagined" He moved his hand from her back, letting it glide upward, his fingers found the ends of her hair and he tugged, wanting her neck before him.

There was this sudden impulse to take her, completely.

He wasn't thinking.

And neither was she.

She replied with the sweetest voice, a voice that was coiled and passed between pleasure and pain as she looked at her wall, aware of her being tossed over the bed and sheets with new hazy, lusty eyes, and then it faded to black.

His own eyes became black as his fangs elongated, lengthening, leaving a slight rip in his gums to make room for themselves. He saw her with all new senses; she was covered in nothing but lust. Covered in nothing but him.

"Worship me, Klaus. Take me, want me."

She didn't know why they were doing this. But he didn't either; lust was blinding them.

She straightened, looking at him with her own demonic face as he looked at her, their lower bodies moving together in unison. Her breast nipples brushing against his own.

He tore into her jugular, ripping into her skin as he held the back of her head. He'd hate to kill her.

Her sweet blood stained his tongue and he fell forward, his other hand moving from her wrist as she landed on her back. She moaned softly, her legs locked around him tighter as she rocked against him. He pulled back for a moment, his lips and chin covered in her blood. "Mine."

She nodded, parting her pink lips to show off her fangs, her tongue whipping along them. He kissed her quick, their lips meeting for the first time.

Her blood stained his mouth and he moaned, groaning at how sweet she had tasted. She was delicious.

He ripped himself from her lips, returning back to her neck. He mumbled once more. He wanted her to say something; his demon inside of him wouldn't stop drinking until she said it.

"Yours." She said on gurgled breath, her blood pushing to be back in her body and some of it pushing to get out.

He pulled back once she said it. She looked at him with black dizzy eyes - she could barely keep them open.

His hips had slowed. Her hips were rocking into him faster.

She wasn't done, a veil of something came over her and she became angered. How dare he take her and she not take him?

She acted fast, her new found strength coming out of nowhere. She pushed him down on her bed, rocking against him, wanting him to say something to her. She needed to know this was just as good for him as it was for her.

But he grunted. He groaned. He hissed... He didn't say anything else.

Her demon was fueled with fury.

'Make him speak', it said. 'Make him tremble', it added.

She nodded, mentally, lowering herself to his chest, kissing him all over.

Part of her knew it was wrong, but she wanted it.

In all her human life, everyone put her second; it was always someone who'd been labeled as more deserving placed before her. She was always shoved in the back or thrown on her face, crying in the darkness because she wasn't first. But not this time.

She would make Klaus bow, no matter the price.

She snaked her kisses up his chest and to his neck, licking the faint dead pale vein there, before sinking her teeth in.

He moaned, his eyes widen, his golden hues burning with intensity.

"Caroline" He near roared, his arms wrapping around her, his hand falling on the back of her head, pushing her to take more from him. He loved it when she drunk from him. He felt his hips move against hers with added friction. She yelped. His pelvic bone was sliding along her sensitive nub as she drank from him.

She pulled back, blood colored her lips and chin as his had been, and in fact still were. She raked her tongue along him, kissing him on his lips, hard, for dominance. He was hers and she was making it so.

She, too, ripped herself from the kiss. "Mine." She tore right back into the wound before it had time to heal and he said on gurgled breath, blood stained the lower half of his face. His body tight and tense as it prepped itself for his undoing.

"Yours."

They both came in a sudden rush, something washing over them both, covering them like a blanket teasing them, touching them in ways neither could process, even as she slowly pulled back, licking at his wound, lapping at the blood that remained there.

Not in hunger, but in need.

He removed her hair from off the side he had bitten, licking at it slowly as she was doing to his. Not in hunger, but in need.

He was still nestled inside of her as they lapped at each other's wound. His toes curling from the sensation of her licking his wound and her body grew; wetter, hotter, and warmer as he licked at hers.

She moaned, but didn't stop, only doing so when she was finished as he had.

They looked into each other's eyes with blood still painted along their lips.

It was like a complete silence between them, all they could hear were trees rustling from the wind. The crickets and what not and then, she broke the silence with a soft plea.

"I don't want to stop, Klaus."

He nodded, pulling her to him; he hardened once more as she rocked her hips. He turned them over, one hand holding onto the bed, the other sliding along her side, going for her leg to hike it up higher.

She opened her mouth, her face fading to its normalcy of who she was.

The girl, the beauty, the tainted, the stained, the forgotten.

And he inhaled deeply, his own demonic face fading, showing who he was.

The man, the beast, the killer, the criminal, the thief, the unwanted thing in the shadows.

Their arousal perfumed the room as they stared. The noise outside was all they heard. Maybe it was a dream for them both, and they were really tucked away in their beds, dreaming of this...because it began to rain, and it hit her window like a beat that sounded like, "Go. Go. Go"

And Caroline wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down, staring him dead in his eyes and he did the same to hers. He thrust into her, not with power, but with something primal and she took it all with just the same level of his primal being.

This wqs Beta'd by a close friend. I do hope you enjoy it and yes I will continue all my other fanfics of Klaroline. The Game is nearly done and Beast and The Beauty will hopefully join it soon after.

Just tell me what you think, enjoy