Disclaimer: The wonderful world of The Vampire Diaries doesn't belong to me, neither do the characters and situations, except for the ones I make up. All I do is make them live the way my mind invents it.


A/N: This story starts approximately one week after the events of the Season 3 Finale: "The Departed".


- Morning Wood -


"Good evening, gentlemen!
We've got a great night in store for you.
I see a lotta new faces out there, as well as as some familiar ones,
so I'm not gonna yammer on too long.
I want you all to sit back, enjoy the service, the... scenery,
but most of all... enjoy the show!"
~~
Blue Jones; Sucker Punch ~~


Stefan's Bedroom, Mystic Falls, 2010

Stefan woke to the touch of a warm hand sliding down his bare chest. He kept his eyes shut, but allowed Elena to continue caressing his skin. He sighed softly, then smiled. "Good morning, Elena."
Elena remained quiet. Soft lips were pressed on his and they melt into a passionate kiss. Her hands were all over him. His entire skin was on fire, a fever taking hold of him ánd of her, it seemed. Skin against skin, a fire within both of them. The lips now touched Stefan's throat, teased him with soft, gentle kisses, fuelling Stefan's desire even more.
"Elena…" he whispered faintly, and groaned a little bit when her hands slipped down his boxers and teased his groin. His body contracted and his breathing accelerated. He couldn't restrain himself any longer, he couldn't wait any longer, his flaring passion was simply too great for him to suppress it any longer, and he opened his eyes. His eyes gazed right into the piercing dark blue eyes of Elen- no. On top of him was not Elena. Elena didn't have dark blue eyes. Klaus did, and his eyes were sparkling with mischief.

For a moment, Stefan was immobile because of the surprise, while Klaus simply looked at him with a challenging grin. His first impulse was to continue what Klaus started, because he craved it.
Then, after fully realising this was Klaus, he struggled to escape from underneath Klaus' feverish hold. He couldn't overpower the Original vampire's strength, so he had no choice but to lie there, surrendered to Klaus' "mercy". If he didn't loath Klaus this much, he might've… No. He wouldn't. Never.
Klaus chuckled and moved his mouth next to Stefan's ear. "Good morning to you too, Stefan," he chuckled softly, "did you miss me? I brought a stake for you" He smirked, his huge bulge against Stefan's, all the while holding his gaze with a defiant sparkle in his eyes.
The sexual tension was too much for Stefan; he couldn't resist any longer and finally gave in and stretched his arms out to grab Klaus and make himbeg for mercy, but…

Stefan woke up in his dim bedroom, covered in sweat and sticky… was that…? No, it couldn't be.
Klaus was dead, wasn't he? He was staked. How did he get this dream?


A/N: That's it. The first -very short- chapter of what I intend to be a lot more. I hope you enjoyed it and crave for more. Review would be much appreciated.