A Game of Conscience
Rating: MA – for sexual acts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Diaries, Klaus, Caroline, or anything of such nature. I do however own rights to my own brain and the insanity that leaks out of it. But I'm not sure if that's a good thing...
This story is a first for me. I have yet to actually write anything of the M rating, but a scene hit me out of nowhere and I had to write it down. From there, magic happened. I don't expect to be able to update this quite so often right now, as I have a full time job, school starting next week, AND I have 3 other stories in progress. I know I shouldn't be taking on another one, but when the inspiration hits you have to roll with the punches.
One thing about this story, it's a little different for me. Kind of slightly OOC, which I'm never ever really fond of, but I guess sometimes you have to sacrifice.
Cheers, lovelies. :)
Chapter 1:
It was 3:24 in the afternoon in Mystic Falls. The sun was already on its way down but still fighting to shine through the red and orange tinged branches. A soft breeze blew through the fallen leaves periodically and there was a slight nip in the air. It was the perfect Autumn day. Perfect for shopping, or for sipping lattes at an outdoor cafe with friends, or even for cuddling on the couch with your high school sweetheart. But Caroline Forbes wasn't doing any of these things.
At approximately 3:15pm, while walking from the front of the school to her car, her iPhone went off with a text message alert. There in code was the request she'd grown accustomed to and eagerly anticipated. Her stomach clenched, hungrily, and her lips twisted into a knowing smirk as she responded accordingly. Technically, she was supposed to be meeting Bonnie and Elena at the Grill, but they could wait. True, her list of excuses was wearing thin, but she seemed to always find a way to escape without anyone being overly suspicious. And for a short while, she could stow away her better judgement and jump gleefully into the Devil's hands. Figuratively, of course. Though some might call it literal. If they ever found out, that is...
There she stood, ten minutes after the message had been received, in the archway to a particular bedroom in a particular mansion. As was the norm, no one was there to let her into the giant house. There was more than one reason for that, but the secrecy seemed to heighten the thrill. The bedroom was empty, seemingly untouched. He was in hiding, clearly playing another one of his games. He loved to catch her by surprise, but it was starting to become less endearing and more annoying.
Sighing impatiently, Caroline checked her diamond encrusted white leather watch – the one he'd given her weeks ago, refusing to let her give it back no matter how hard she argued. The hands hadn't shifted much but it felt like she'd been there too long already. She tossed her bag on the armchair, as usual, and walked to the antique full-length mirror, her heels clicking loudly against the wood. Her makeup was still flawless, but that wouldn't last too long, nor would her hair. She'd learned quickly what she needed to constantly keep handy in her purse. She smoothed the mid-thigh white sundress littered with yellow daisies and pulled her navy cardigan tight around her. The waiting was getting tedious.
"Klaus?" she called out, aimlessly.
Nothing. Caroline's shoulders slumped and she began shaking her head. She hated when he did this. Especially when she was on a time constraint.
"Okay. Fine," she said to the empty room. "Play your games. See if I show up, next time."
He suddenly pressed up against her from behind. She could tell he was shirtless, but the denim of his jeans brushed her legs.
"Somehow I think my chances are pretty good."
His voice vibrated through her body. Caroline glanced over her shoulder form beneath her lashes.
"Hmm. Cocky, are we?"
"Confident," he corrected her.
His hands wrapped around her waist and he pulled her against him. He peeled the cardigan off her, tossing it over her bag on the chair, and started trailing gentle kisses all down her neck and the curve of her shoulder. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she swooned. Slowly, Klaus began to lightly rake his teeth against her skin. Her eyes flew open and she inhaled sharply, almost losing her footing. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, keeping her upright.
"Careful," he whispered teasingly. Then, without warning, he lifted her into his arms.
"Hey!" she protested.
"I like portable Carolines," he dimpled.
"No fair," she giggled.
"Do something about it," he challenged her. In retaliation, she sank her fangs into his neck. He moaned, lightly. "Mmm...you think that'll make me want to stop?"
"No," she said after pulling back, her fangs still dripping with his blood. "I only aspire to be let down."
"You'll have to bite harder than that, love."
Klaus gripped her hair at the back of her head and pulled. Caroline groaned in ecstasy.
"Cheater…" she scolded, breathlessly.
"Well isn't that the pot calling the kettle," he teased, tossing her onto the bed effortlessly.
Her eyes cooled. "That's not funny."
"Apologies, love." He pounced on her and she squealed. "I'll make it up to you," he said, lowering his lips to hers.
"Mmhmm," she agreed, kissing him affectionately.
He broke the kiss, pulling the sundress over her head and tossing it off the bed with no convictions. Caroline grinned up at him, pulling him back down to her in a heated kiss. Her fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans and she had to break the kiss to see what she was doing. He began nipping at her earlobes, stopping only when she tugged roughly at the denim. When she finally managed to unfasten the button, she pushed the bunching denim downward seizing the opportunity to brush her hands over his ass. His eyes flicked to hers, knowingly, and he smirked. He lifted his lower body off her and kicked the jeans all the way off, blatantly letting his lower half press firmly back against her through the thin fabric of his boxer-briefs. The competition was always fierce in the bedroom.
Klaus's hands slid down to her torso, and he impatiently ripped the black lace bra open from the front.
She let out a little shriek of protest, "I liked that bra!"
"So did I." He lowered his eyes to her breasts. "But I like these more."
He ducked his head so his nose grazed her skin, trailing down her cleavage until his lips found the ripe pink velvet he was looking for. His tongue swirled in circles, his lips sucking on each one until she was panting with need. Klaus raised his head back up to her mouth to kiss her, letting his hands caress and massage her breasts all the while. He bit down and he pulled on her bottom lip causing Caroline to jerk her head backward, reflexively. She shoved him off of her in a blur and put herself on top, then began raking her nails down his chest almost spitefully. He grabbed her wrists, stopping her, squeezing hard until she gasped at the pain.
"Play nice," he growled.
Caroline playfully stuck her tongue out in response and he immediately sat up, covering her mouth with his, grabbing her tongue with his teeth. Caroline struggled against his hold, vengefully digging her nails into his shoulders. The sharp pain made him open his mouth involuntarily and he began swirling his tongue around hers, kissing her deeply until he started nibbling at her lips again. She bit back, fingers tangling in his blonde curls and nails lightly scraping his scalp. Klaus pulled her head back by her hair and attacked her neck with bites and licks. Caroline whimpered against the pleasure of the pain. He pulled her into his lap and against him. She felt his hardness against her and it made her body tighten.
"What was that about playing nice?" she breathed.
"That's your command, sweetheart. Not mine," he teased. His eyes lowered as his fingers trailed down her stomach. "Hmm…" He let his fingers slide under the elastic of her lacy black panties. "And what do we have here…"
Caroline's back arched, unwillingly, against the sensation of his touch and she moaned pleadingly. His eyes gleamed with delight and he kissed her as his fingers danced within her. She cried out against his mouth and he gripped her lower back more forcefully in reflex.
"Oh god…" she whispered, her nails unintentionally scraping down his arms.
"Caroline," he breathed, his tongue gliding against her lips and down her neck, his fingers still thrusting.
Caroline bit her lip, whimpering, shivering from the pleasure. Suddenly, he flipped her over onto her back again and skimmed his fingers gently up the sides of her hips, just barely touching her. They slipped under either side of her panties, hooking over the fabric, and he gently slid them downward. One by one, Caroline bent her legs until she was completely bare and at his disposal. He slowly lowered his head between her legs, keeping his eyes on her all the while. Caroline blinked, letting out a shuddering breath in anticipation. He let his lips touch her, gently at first, then began quickly darting his tongue in and out, and around. She arched her back, thrusting her hips forward. He grunted in delight and let his tongue explore her, wildly. Caroline gasped, breathing in quick sips of air.
"Please," she begged.
"Please what?" he asked, tantalizingly gliding his tongue up to her navel.
Another moan escaped her when he lightly brushed his fingers against her again, the sensation spreading through her entire body.
"Pleaasee…" she asked again, her voice breathy and trembling.
He rose up on his knees, hovering over her with his hands on either side of her body, firmly pressed into the bed. She stared up into his intense baby blues, panting at the raw need within them. He looked as though he could devour her whole. And he would.
"You have to tell me, Caroline," his voice was husky.
She glanced down the length of his body taking notice of the bulge straining to break free against his boxer-briefs. She licked her lips, and her eyes flicked back up to his, darkened with hunger. The veins in her face protruded and her eyes went bloodshot red, pupils dilating. Klaus's eyes widened slightly and she could have sworn she heard a very low snarl escape him. His facial features emulated hers. She leaned up and gripped his hair, pulling his head so her lips were on his ear.
"Fuck me," she demanded.
Klaus grinned, wickedly, quickly straddling her. "With pleasure, love."
Caroline was sprawled in the bed, her body limp and still somewhat numb. Glancing at the clock, she read 4:56pm. She sighed in contentment, laying her head against Klaus's chest. His eyes were closed and his face was slack. He was completely and utterly sated, not unlike her. It had been a very good session.
"So weird," Caroline murmured, out of the blue.
"What?" he asked, slowly opening his eyes.
She turned her head to face him so the side of her face was now resting on his chest, and gazed up at him thoughtfully.
"No heartbeat."
He gave her a lazy smile. "That tends to happen when you die."
"I know," she rolled her eyes. "Just hard to get used to."
"I would think you would be, by now. Tyler's doesn't beat either."
She frowned, averting her eyes. At the mention of his name, something in her subconscious clicked telling her it was time to go. Rolling off of him, she got up to find the remnants of her clothing.
"Sorry," Klaus mumbled half-heartedly. "I forget that name is taboo."
"It's not taboo," she grumbled, pulling her dress over her head.
"Should be," he muttered. He sat up, covers sliding so he was just barely covered. He leaned back against the pillows, folding his hands behind his head. "Always so abrupt to leave."
"Well," she said, shimmying back into her panties. "I don't want anyone getting suspicious."
"Yes. We wouldn't want that," he uttered gloomily.
"Don't start again, Klaus."
"Are you ever going to come clean about us, love? It's not fair to keep us both dangling on that metaphorical thread."
"Why can't you ever be happy with what we have?"
"I'll be happy when you decide."
"There is no deciding. It's this, or nothing. You know that. You said if this was the only way you could have me, then you'd deal."
He stared at her, narrowly. "Maybe I don't want to 'deal' any longer."
"That's your problem." She knelt back onto the bed, pushing her hair to the side to show him the results of his hybrid biting frenzy on her neck. "Can you fix this, please?"
He bit open the vein in his wrist and held it out to her, impassively watching her drink.
"This whole facade is growing tiresome, don't you think? I'd really prefer not to have to hide in the dark any more. If you'd just take a chance at giving us a real shot - "
"No," she said adamantly, releasing his wrist and wiping her lips. "When things become real, they get ruined. The way things are now is perfect."
Caroline got up and went to the mirror to reapply her makeup and make her hair presentable while Klaus sulked.
"Perfect would be you staying the night." His eyes were stolid. "Do you know how emasculating this has all been?"
"That's just your pride talking."
"What's left of it," he groused, somberly. "Any pride I had slowly diminished once we started whatever it is this is. When I allowed myself to be stowed away, like some unwanted burden. I don't know how much longer I can allow myself to be so powerless, love. It's driving me mad."
She sighed, sympathetically. "You're not a burden, Klaus."
"This isn't who I am, Caroline," he scowled at her. "Allowing myself to be used, hiding away in secrecy. I've never let the things I want get away from me. But for some reason, I let you." He met her eyes in the mirror. "I don't know if it's love or if it's a sexual imprisonment. But for whatever reason, I go along with it because I don't want to lose what little of you I get."
She sighed, and crawled back into the bed beside him. Surprising them both, she took his hand in his and began stroking the back of his palm.
"Look. This is amazing, what we have. Isn't it?"
He twisted a strand of her hair around his finger and her head impulsively leaned in against his hand. "I wouldn't trade it for the world."
"Then why try to change it?" she pulled her head back, her hair sliding out of his grasp. "Why try to fix what isn't broken?"
"Because." He looked down at her fingers stilled on his hand. "I'm beginning to think you broke me."
