Hello darlings! This is a re-write of my story 'Savages' based on the movie with the same title starring Blake Lively. I just felt like I could do a better job at describing the scenes and I wanted to get into more detail, but I don't know how much I shall change...

This is intended to be a triangle story...Klefaroline and in the first version I didn't really detail their love triangle so I wanted to get a little more into that here. I don't know how, but if you want Klefaroline then please tell me and I can write this story as a threesome... and I can continue the other one with Klaroline endgame? You tell me what you'd like... I just felt like I could have gone in a different way with that story and I want to explore it here.

Anyhow… I'll have to warn you that this story involves drug abuse and explicit mature content…right from the beginning so yeah…

Enjoy!

PROLOGUE:

Just because I'm telling you this story doesn't mean I'm alive at the end of it…

This could all be pre-recorded and I could be talking to you from the bottom of the ocean.

Yeah…it's that kind of a story cause things just got so out of control…

But let's go back to where it started…here, in paradise.

Laguna beach, California

The waves are splashing into the rocky shore in the distance. The beach is full of people that look like they are having the time of their lives. This is paradise, this little piece of heaven is the place where everyone is having a good time, where the sun kisses your skin and the ocean brings you that much needed feeling of calm.

The luxurious, clearly overly expensive mansions cover the higher grounds, offering views to die for – quite literally. There are not many people that can afford them, but the ones that do take full advantage of it all and enjoy the view of the infinite ocean every day.

Here is Klaus and Stefan's 'hole in the wall' by the sea… paid for in cash…yes, one of those huge, lush mansions is theirs. There's that beach-y feel to it, though, and that makes it feel so much like home. The door to the terrace was replaced by soft and colourful fabrics, the sounds drifting easily from the room, but the sound of waves splashing onto the rocks covers everything – or so we'd like to think.

Not surprising is the fact that there are clothes littering the terrace and the floor all the way inside, a bag thrown onto the ground carelessly as sounds of pleasure can be heard from inside the house. Sinful soft moans spill out and blend in with the ocean waves. Maybe after all this time, it has become natural to hear those scandalous sounds, too.

They are just my moans…the sounds that roll freely off my tongue under the expert touch of the man that could bring shame to all of the Greek Gods. The movements of his hips against mine, the delicious friction that is created between our sweat slicked bodies. This is what I call paradise.

"Mmm…" I mumble as I feel his hands slide over the curve of my ass as he ground his hips into mine harder. He loves to hear my breathy moans and whimpers and especially when I roll my hips into his as he pulls me up against him again. The intoxicatingly sweet scent of our arousal and who knows what else spikes the air and his cock twitches hotly inside me.

My perfect lover begins placing hot, open mouthed kisses down the side of my neck as he thinks about the distinctly loud reaction that he earns from between my lips every time he does that. He knows that we couldn't and wouldn't even want to stop because no one was stupid enough or deaf not to hear us and they wouldn't dare to interrupt, so he has no intention of letting me go.

"Nik!" I half moan - half yell out as the man nips at the sensitive skin at the top of my breast, his warm tongue darting out to taste. My fingers pull demandingly at his hair and he raises his head, pushing his body against mine with such avidity that it's impressive as I lean back, completely enjoying the movement. He is moving on top of me on the massive white leather couch, passionately, hard and fast. I absolutely love every second of what he's doing to me and our neighbours probably know that I do, too. He's as skilful as he looks to be, his incredibly hot body making me shiver just by looking at him- every single time.

His rough thrusts are driving me insane; the way that he feels inside of me is utterly mind blowing, his hard member hitting every sweet spot inside of me and I know that he's always been great at what he did, but every time he manages to blow my mind.

Of course he's good, and he knows it, too. His fingers thread into my hair, pulling my head back as his sinfully hot lips brush against the heated skin of my neck. His tongue is teasingly running over the sensitive flesh of my collarbone and he moves relentlessly, making me cry out as his teeth close over my soft skin.

The light scrapes of his stubble against my skin are making hot shivers shoot through my body, the sensations already overwhelming me as he keeps sliding his length harder inside of me. I dig my nails into his back, wrapping my legs around his hips, bringing him closer as he continues his delicious assault over my body.

His hands slide onto the back of the couch, gripping it tightly as he uses that to pull himself even harder against me.

"Hold on tight…" He whispers seductively in my ear as I wound my arms around his neck, crushing my lips against his in a searing kiss. My tongue sweeps into his mouth swiftly and begins swirling it around his as he grips my ass and hoists me up so that I can wrap my legs around his torso tightly.

He wickedly sucks my tongue into his mouth again, a moan spilling from my lips onto his as, this time, when his hips move back, he pushes back inside of me teasingly slow, sliding inside inch by gloriously hard inch. He stretches me deliciously, my velvety walls engulfing him in my warmth as he invades my flesh so heatedly. He pushes himself inside until he can go no further, filling me like I've never have been.

My nails are raking down his back as he fills me to the hilt. The moment he is completely settled into me, this time around, he stops, allowing me time to adjust to his size and kisses me hard. The look in his eyes makes it clear that he wants nothing more than to slam into me over and over again. But he doesn't restart the grueling pace he set before. He definitely feels my hips roll, encouraging him to move because he groans and I know that he did this only to prolong the moment.

Nik starts moving slowly, his lips never leaving my skin. He's all over me…around me, inside me and my senses are overwhelmed by the pure perfection of the moment. His thrusts are deep and my moans louder every time he slides back into me, reaching places that I never even knew existed. He pulls me onto him harder as he feels my hips roll when he plunges into me with such hunger.

My breath fans against the skin of his neck, where I love to place hot kisses and nip at his skin, knowing that it is driving him insane. He grabs my hands, pinning them above my head and my legs tighten around him in a scissor-like grip. He moves faster, his thrusts becoming more powerful and he pushes deeper into me, his hips jerking roughly against mine and his cock hitting that sweet spot with every hard thrust. His lips are on mine, tongues clashing and teeth nipping at soft lips.

I take in the sensation of him filling me with such fervour and I can feel my body tighten as he pushes himself against me harder, probably feeling his own release approaching. This moment is raw and demanding, clearly not as emotional as our intimate rounds of lovemaking because it is only instinctual, animalistic. The need and desire are overwhelming us both and it is still so good, so satisfying, it's like we are shedding all remains of control and simply giving in to the lust.

"Fuck!" He groans as he drops his head on my shoulder, letting go of my hands, which immediately go around his back, nails digging into his skin. His hands slide down my back, pulling me as close as possible, as he slams into me, relishing in the roughness of it all. I may have screamed his name as I came the first time harder than ever before, an orgasm hitting me like a tidal wave.

But he doesn't relent, pushing himself into me a few more times slower as he feels my body trembling with the intensity of my orgasm, which makes him only go on harder, picking up his pace and I want him to explode inside me, moaning my name and kissing me hard as I nip his lush lips.

There is no way that I can withhold much longer, the second orgasm building up faster than I could imagine and so, I bring my hands to his face, caressing his jaw as his eyes gaze into mine. I relish in the warmth spreading through my body under the intensity of his blue eyes, seeing that his eyes had darkened and he was close, too.

I look down at his lush lips, feeling his chest slide hotly over mine and the contact of his hard muscles against the sensitive flesh of my breasts makes me moan loudly. I smirk seductively at him, knowing that I, too, have some special skills that I know can drive him insane. I look up at him, meeting his heated gaze as I run my hands down his back and shamelessly grab his hot ass, inner muscles clenching around his cock as he groans my name.

I love hearing the sound of his groans and how he whispers my name in the throes of passion. I guess he does, too, because he sneaks one of his hands between us and expertly slides his fingers over my clit, effectively making me scream his name. The pleasure is almost too much and I lean in and kiss him ardently, pouring all of my love and lust into that one kiss.

He tweaks my clit with every thrust and there is no way that I can resist any longer. I gasp for breath as my eyes roll back when the impending exquisite wave of my second orgasm washes over me. I throw my head back, crying out as I feel the overwhelming pleasure surge through my body. The earth shattering sensation is only amplified by the sound of my name falling from his sinful lips.

I smile at him, one of my hands sliding over his shoulder and my fingers gently stroking the side of his face, enjoying the light tickle of his stubble against my fingertips. I watch as his dimples form on his cheeks and can't help but grin back at him as my finger gently pokes his dimple, making him pull me even closer, his hands tightening their hold on my waist.

The sex is always incredible with him, rough and hard most of the times, but immensely pleasurable. We share this connection that most of the time is fuelled by the hot yearning burning deep within us both. We have a 'thing' that people might or might not understand...claiming that we are addicted to each other.

They say addiction is a bad thing. Truth is addiction is something that takes over you and which you cannot control, something that, as bad as it can be, makes you feel good. I'm never going to regret getting addicted to him, to his touch and to the magnificent sensations that he brings onto me.

Klaus is a killer, two tours in Irak and Afghanistan and he came back with a lot of cash, but no soul…He's always trying to fuck the war out of himself. I have orgasms and he has…'war-gasms'. So I guess I try to give him back some of the things that he's lost. Klaus is the love of my life. One thing is for sure: I'm going to do anything that I can to fight for what we have and he seems to think the same.

My hands reach for his face, gently stroking his forehead and stubble, trying to make him feel all the love that I have for him. He has a smug smirk plastered on his face and I know that 'Niklaus Mikaelson' will never admit to cuddling and sharing such sweet intimate moments with anyone, but he does. To me…he's simply Nik, actually my Nik.

The aftershocks of our climax are still making my mind spin, but I love to feel him like this, delicately caressing his face as he tries to catch his breath. I am the one that brought back light into his life. SO he says…that I'm beautiful, strong and full of light.

My name's Caroline…I'm not a normal girl, not by a long shot and I don't mind it one bit. I ran away from home when my father decided to bring his boyfriend - yes, you heard it right- into our home. My family is one of the richest, snobbiest families in California and they couldn't risk the scandal of a divorce so my mother accepted that my dad and his boyfriend moved into our mansion. It was big enough so that we wouldn't even have to meet, but I wasn't okay with the idea. I might be crazy, but that had exceeded every limit.

I was never actually in a good relationship with my parents and I partied a lot and started doing drugs, but my mother was always so preoccupied with her business that she had never actually given a damn about me. My dad had said he realized that he had never loved my mom and that I was an unplanned child, but that they had kept up the appearances because they couldn't risk damaging their public image what with them being such important people. What would society think, right?

Anyhow…I already knew Stefan from some of the parties that we both attended regularly and I went off the deep end when I found out about my family drama and I needed an urgent fix so I called him. I met him and Klaus and I told them that I needed a place to stay. I had some money and I still wanted to use their high quality stuff so I straight out asked them if I could stay with them.

It was nothing serious and not even remotely about sex at first because as damaged as I was and still am I'd never consider myself a whore and I'd never sleep with a guy for drugs or for anything for that matter. I was barely 17 back then, but I was no virgin, not so innocent as my family wanted to portray me into society.

Stefan and Klaus welcomed me with open arms into their home, giving me all the space that I needed and even being there for me through all the shitty family drama. My mom obviously wasn't so involved into my life as if to notice that I had moved out from the mansion, so I never even looked back. Sometimes she calls and sometimes I write to her, but that's it... I simply moved on and started feeling more at home with Stefan and Klaus than I had ever felt back in the Forbes mansion. The boys took care of me like a friend and I started to feel happy again, one hundred percent.

Everything worked out for the best...I was free and liberated and I enjoyed every minute of it! There were parties every day and what better to spice things up than some of the best of their 'stuff'? The parties they threw –we threw- were legendary! Sex, drugs and rock and roll seemed to be the motto. Well, mostly drinks, drugs and rock and roll for me, maybe some flirting, too, but the boys never let me hook up with random dudes because they always were making me dance and play games of poker with them and it was so much fun that I didn't need anything else. I started to like the fun and flirty banter going on with Stefan and later, Klaus, too.

I guess you'd figured it out by now…Nik and Stefan grow some of the best weed in the world.

Dope is supposed to be bad, but in a bad, bad world - it's... good…

Every successful business has an origin story. Microsoft and Apple were born in garages, Nik and Stef's was born on the beach. Stefan double majored in business and botany and Nik was between deployments. They've been buddies since high-school so one day they're sitting there, thinking about what they're gonna do and Stefan says: "so where do you think the best cannabis in the world comes from?"; "Easy - Afghanistan". That was the founder moment…

So, Nik, from the most dangerous ground in the world smuggles back the finest seeds. It grew…within 6 years they had a couple of farms and a great customer base. It became urban legend…if you asked any serious head where the best dope in the world in the 21st century is…it's not Thailand, Jamaica and certainly not Mexico. It's right here, in California, USA.

Nik says drugs are a rational response to insanity…

Stefan says every plant needs love. He sees himself as a healer and he called me his own lotus in water. I liked that…

So not so long after I moved in, I started working for them…well…with them.

We partner in several dispensaries and supply many of the clubs in California and it's progressive because from what I've seen, at least, it helps with the pain…50 million satisfied costumers can't all be wrong!

But the big money comes from shipping it out of state. At high prices they get up to six thousand a pound!

Stefan's guiding philosophy is basically Buddhist: Don't fuck with people. His true genius is that he takes 99% of the paranoia and violence out of the business.

The other one percent…well that's where Nik comes in…or actually Klaus. Klaus' philosophy is basically baddest: Don't fuck with Stefan.

For Stefan the dope business is green. His foundation has branches in Africa and Asia. Money isn't enough- he says…you've got to give your heart… he's really the nice kind of guy and he balances Nik's strong personality out perfectly.

Let's just say that things are not so black and white, but mostly grey. Nik has a soft side that I always try to bring out more and that I obviously love…and Stefan has a bit of a wild side…but just barely. Believe me, being with them for over 4 years has thought me something and I absolutely loved getting to know them both.

And if you were wondering…yes, Stefan is the other love of my life. I know what you're thinking…"Slut"…and maybe it is wrong, but the truth is we all love each other so much, trust each other…take care of each other. We are each other's home and there's no one to judge us…

This may sound like a twisted love story, but it is our love story!

There it is...the first chapter retouched because I didn't really change much...I just needed a bit more detail over Care's family drama and a bit more smut because that never hurt anybody, has it?

So please let me know what you think of it so far!

Thank you for reading and please REVIEW!

xo Rose