Hey there Klaroline fans! I hope you'll like this story! It's really my first Klaroline fanfic, but I just love them and I needed to write this about the pair.

It's going to be a story based loosely on the film 'Savages' meaning that I liked the idea and the beginning of the movie and I wanted to make it into a story.

Also…it's going to be a 'triangle' story…and I was debating whether the other man should be Stefan or Kol…but even though Stefan already has his love triangle on the show and Kol 'died' I think Stefan will be a better choice for this particular character…you'll see why ;)

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 prerecorded 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, 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. 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 colorful fabrics, the sounds drifting easily from the room. There are clothes littering the terrace and the floor all the way inside, a bag thrown onto the ground as sounds of pleasure can be heard from inside the house.

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.

He is moving on top of me on the massive white leather couch, passionately, hard and fast. I absolutely love every second of it. 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 kept 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. There is no way that I can withhold much longer and 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, had some special skills that could drive him insane. I looked up at him, meeting his heated gaze as I ran 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 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.

People say addiction is probably a bad thing, but I'm never going to regret getting addicted to him, to his touch and to the magnificent sensations that he brings onto me.

The sex was always incredible with him, rough and hard most of the times, but immensely pleasurable. 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.

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…

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 live into our mansion. It is 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 a surprise, but that they kept up the appearances because they couldn't risk damaging their public image what with them being such important people. What would society think?

Anyhow…I already knew Stefan 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 and I liked the fun and flirty banter going on.

Dope is supposed to be bad, but in a bad, bad world - it's good… Nik says drugs are a rational response to insanity…

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

Every successful business has an origin story. Microsoft and Apple were born in garages, Nik and Stef's 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.

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. Nik's 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!

I think I'll stop here for now…I promise the next chapters are going to be longer, but I really want to see if you are interested in this story.

So please let me know what you think of it so far! I'm a bit nervous about this so please review because it would make my day! ;)

Thank you for reading!

xo Rose