Author's Note: A thoroughly AU RP solo converted into a one-shot fanfic. Serious smut. Reviews are appreciated. If this goes over well, I will continue to re-purpose old solos here.
Having already made certain that Caroline would be occupied with Stefan's most recent relapse of self-control, I creep into the Mikaelson manor under the cover of darkness. With heightened supernatural senses, I uphold a stony facade as I maneuver through the residence with extreme caution to maintain the eerie silence of the night.
Coming here was most definitely a risk with potentially catastrophic consequences. But after spending the greater duration of my inhuman existence with my emotions turned off, I'd surmised that occasionally acting solely based on one's innermost desires has great benefits.
There's just something about him...
It's something I can't quite put my finger on... A certain type of allure... Drawing out all of my darkest desires... my depraved fantasies.
His ruggedly handsome features regularly haunt my dreams; the lusty aura of my subconscious recalling that one dreadful night with an opposing array of emotions.
The night of the ritual.
His strong limbs clasp around my slender frame, igniting a terrifying exhilaration to course through my bloodstream with their supportive embrace. Despite the agonizing fear pulsing through my veins with every frantic beat of my heart, his lips, full and soft, caress the smooth column of my neck to elicit an entirely different response...
The explosion of sensation as razor-sharp canines elongate to pierce the delicate flesh of my throat thrashes me awake every single time, in a sweaty, breathless mess.
At first I suspected that someone was manipulating my dreams for whatever reason; Lord knows, I've pissed off enough people to last several lifetimes. But after tortuously partaking in the consumption of vervain for many excruciating days, the tremendous nagging of my unconscious had persisted.
This morning, after rousing in a most-bothered and particularly disheveled state, I'd decided quickly that enough was enough. And thus far, everything has gone according to my haphazard plan.
Stefan had proven all too easy to lure back to the intoxicating haze of insatiable bloodlust. He really was proving to be easier and easier to manipulate as the days progress. Of course, his "sponsor", Caroline, had eagerly fulfilled her assitive duties by rushing to his aide.
She wouldn't be leaving Stefan's side tonight. Which means that Klaus would be sleeping without the company of his little blonde companion.
Slowly climbing the elaborate staircase towards the second floor of the home, I listen intently. My hearing quickly focuses on the rhythmic, steady breathing of the slumbering hybrid.
Quickening my pace a fraction, I move noiselessly down the hallway to the only room with signs of life inside. Hesitating for only a moment, my fingers linger upon the brass knob.
This could backfire all too rapidly.
Klaus is loyal to Caroline and my advances could easily be shut down in one way or another. But there's also the great possibility that they wouldn't be - and that fact alone is the driving force in my following actions.
With a final deep, steadying breath, I push my way into the bedroom.
The view displayed before me is positively breathtaking; the exquisite form of none other than Niklaus Mikaelson, the infamous Original hybrid, sprawled out peacefully atop an extravagant bed. Moonlight dances across the ivory-toned skin of his bare chest; the illumination flickering my gaze downwards to where silk sheets lay bunched dangerously low on his hips.
Blunted pearls tug anxiously at the soft tissue of my bottom lip as I slip off my shoes, moving quietly towards the bed.
With slow, daring movements, I ease myself onto the mattress, positioning myself carefully between his legs. Bracing my hands on either side of his sleeping form for additional balance, I bring my lips to the enticing skin of his lower abdomen.
Scattering a few leisure kisses along the well-defined planes of his torso, I begin to inch the sheet downwards, exposing more of his perpetually flawless physique bit by bit.
Summoning my courage, I glide the tip of my tongue along each hipbone consecutively, holding my breath nervously in anticipation of his reaction.
The undisturbed breathing from above assures me that he's fast asleep, but the evidence of his arousal still surfaces.
With skillfully soft and gentle movements, expert digits brush atop his hardening length through the thin material of his boxer briefs until it strains noticeably against the fabric.
Apprehension looms upon me as I cautiously lower the only remaining barrier between us. The slight stirring from above my head alerts me that my stimulating actions were beginning to wake the tranquil Original.
It's too late to back out now; it's now or never.
Lightly gripping the base of his shaft, I guide the tip to my lips, smooth brims immediately encompassing the head.
A sharp gasp flied from Klaus' lips, signalling his return to consciousness. Talk about a wake-up call.
With coffee-tinted hues locked diligently upon his scrunched features, I swirl my tongue once before taking him deeper into the warm, inviting cavity of my mouth. Klaus' eyes are clenched tightly shut as unknowing digits blindly seek out my hair to encourage the undeniably pleasing actions.
Almost as soon as the wandering fingertips thread into chestnut locks, his eyes fly open with prominently displayed shock.
Not permitting him a chance to speak the first word, greatly due to the fear that I could be rejected, skilled digits replace my lips, slowly stroking from base to tip. Before voicing anything, I shake my head from side to side in response to an un-asked question, "Caroline will never know. You have my word, Klaus."
Without waiting for a verbal response, I place one hand upon his lower stomach in an unspoken request to remain still as I return luscious petals to their desired task.
My lips move at a feverish pace, my tongue gliding smoothly against the sensitive flesh in an undisguised attempt to ease and erase any lingering hesitation.
When his hands return to my head with a directive embrace and his hips begin to rise up off the mattress to thrust more and more of his length into my welcoming mouth, I hum with satisfaction. With his open encouragement, I redouble my efforts, fully intent upon bringing him as much pleasure as possible.
My tongue dances across every delicious inch of flesh, leaving glistening trails in its wake. Once again permitting my fingertips to wrap around his remarkable length, they move in unison with my lips at an ever-quickening pace.
The rapid acceleration of his breathing and increasingly frenzied movements warn me of his impending release.
Skirting my gaze towards his, chocolate optics lock with penetrating azures as I slowly engulf as much of his shaft as possible between my lips, relaxing my throat furthermore to accommodate his continued upwards thrusts.
His orgasm hits with an unexpected force.
A stream of obscenities flies from his mouth in that incredibly attractive accent as his grasp within silken strands becomes painfully tight. Every muscle in his body tenses with impossible rigidity as his essence spills deep within my throat.
Allowing him to guide my ministrations until his grip loosens and his body falls limp, his breathing is rough, ragged, and shallow as he rides out the remainder of this euphoric high.
Only when a thoroughly contented sigh breaks free of his lips do I permit my own to release his length, flicking my tongue against the still-weeping tip in a teasing manner before emitting an almost nervous giggle.
An uncertain smile colors rosy brims as I crawl up his satiated silhouette, pressing a light kiss upon his lips before whispering, "It's our little secret... But if you want to continue... you know how to find me..."
Without another word, I move silently off the bed, pausing only momentarily to retrieve my shoes from the floor and blow a kiss over my shoulder before disappearing off into the night.
He would come find me... I'm absolutely certain of it.