So I promised this to Bex only ages ago and all it took was a day without internet to finally deliver. That could have saved us so many time xD

Rated M for a little murder, smut and bloodsharing

His Queen, Her King

Caroline was seated on her throne. She wore her favorite black lace dress, the one with the low cleavage that she knew Klaus adored, and had her cup of fresh blood in hand. She looked at the entrance of the throne room. She was waiting for something to make this day bearable, she needed something to happen. Her morning schedule had been unexpectedly cleared. Klaus had left early to deal with the witches in the East; dealing with their uprising with Elijah, and Kol was most likely trying to seduce her ladies in waiting once again. She had no desire to look for Rebekah; all the two blondes ever did was fight after all.

She was bored beyond belief and disliked the fact that Klaus hadn't ask her to accompany him to deal with the witches' betrayal- again. She was the reigning Queen but as soon as they had to deal with enemies he tried to hide her behind the screens. She hated it to no end and the scrawny servant trembling before her wasn't fixing her day either.

"My blood is cold," she stated calmly, placing the full cup on the side table next to her. What use were servants that bled themselves for them if the blood it gained her was still stale. She requested fresh blood and fresh she would get.

The servant paled at her words, aware of the danger she posed and the quickening of his heartbeat brought a smile on her face. He was young, seventeen at best and quick to apologize. He dared to come closer to her, retrieving her earlier used cup and taking it with him.

"I'm sorry your Majesty, I got your blood fresh as you requested, Melody was happy to be of service as always but Lady Rebekah requested my help and I'm afraid that it may have cooled down. I'll warm it for you." He turned around and was ready to exit her rooms when a growl stilled his movements, making him slowly turn around in fear.

"Where do you think you're going?" She rose from her throne was in front of him in an instant, her fangs peeking out beneath the sweet smile she sported. Of course she should have known Rebekah had played a part. The Princess behaved like the Queen she would never be, commanding Caroline's servants like she had the right to them.

"Warm it?" she hissed out. "You would have served me old blood when I requested it fresh from the vein?" She could be a merciful ruler but her patience had a limit and it was low today.

"It- it was fresh, My Queen, just a little cooled down. I can fix-"

"Would you dare offer Lady Rebekah this reheated blood?" Caroline dared.

The servant looked appalled, "No I would never." Caroline had noticed the glances shared between the two. She could have spared him but he dug his own grave, she couldn't be blamed for merely pushing him in it.

Her loud voice boomed through the room, "You wouldn't! You would offer me, your Queen something you wouldn't dare serve a mere Princess? You would let me wait on this new blood?"

He shook his head in panic but it was too late. She painted a wicked smile on her face, "I asked for blood, you're going to give it to me," she paused, allowing the words to sink in, "And I don't wait for anybody." She knew she wouldn't hear the end of this from Rebekah but the girl would find a new playmate soon enough.

She circled around him, waiting for the moment that he would break away but to his credit he stayed standing on his place. She revealed her fangs, licking her lips in anticipation of the taste. She could hear his heart pounding in his chest and she had to fight the temptation to wrap her hands around it and tear it out of his chest. It would have definitely blemished her gown.

Caroline moved closer, resting just above his neck, moving his hair aside and letting her cool breath chill his skin. She noticed the goose bumps rise at the crook of his neck and she saw a thin trail of sweat trail over his face. She preferred the taste of bravery but she wasn't going to reward his fear with his life just because it wasn't her taste of choice.

Softly she bit in his skin, reveling in the way her fangs pushed through the soft flesh and made way for the blood pulsating just beneath it. From the way he barely flinched when she bit back and the soft moans that left his lips at the sensation she knew this wasn't his first feeding. Rebekah must have indulged in him many times before. She had no doubt it had been the cause of his delay, her need for blood being put above the one of Caroline's but it had been their mistake.

While she was drinking her fill, a familiar sensation burned through her core, a presence invading the room. She took a step back, releasing the boy from his grasp and she could hear the relieved sigh leave his lips. "Thank you my Queen," the boy whispered prematurely and bowed slightly, taking a few steps closer to the door in the process. He was ready to flee the scene but the step backwards caused a collision with a new person in the room.

"Not your Queen," Klaus hissed and looked down at the servant with disgust. His gaze caught Caroline's while he looked at her with heat in his eyes. His weakness had always been witnessing her in her brutal moments, his own angel of death. Those moments were when she was completely free, not bound by trivial rules, only pure Caroline.

Her gown teased him with the skin she displayed. A trail of blood trickling over her bosom, gliding over the skin he so desired to touch. Klaus looked down at the servant she had just been feeding on, her fangs having pierced his flesh, her lips on his skin. For a moment he saw red, he heard a loud snap and looked down. On the ground laid the broken body of the boy, his neck snapped from the force of Klaus' grasp. "My Queen," Klaus hissed at the body while he took a step closer to his Queen.

She looked at his display with disinterest; it wasn't the first time it had happened and it surely wouldn't be the last. "You're back early," Caroline noted, walking back to her throne. "And I wasn't done eating yet." She was happy to see him return to her so soon but she hadn't forgiven him for his disappearance that morning. If he wanted to rule with her, than he should let her actually play a part in these meetings. It was the only way they would ever learn to fear her.

"I'm sorry, love. Elijah has pressing information that couldn't wait. Let me make it up to you," he flashed in front of her, blocking her way to her throne. "I can fetch another servant for you if you're still feeling a bit peckish," he offered.

Caroline sighed, "Its fine. He didn't taste all that great anyway." She couldn't understand why Rebekah had ever bothered with the foul tasting boy. Still if Klaus thought that summoning another servant was all it would take to be forgiven than he was severely mistaken.

Klaus had barely noticed her answer; his eyes were too focused on her bosom where the few drops were still making her way down her gown. He pressed her against the wall, his body tight against hers. She didn't move an inch, allowing him to finish his quest while he pushed a strand of hair over her shoulder. His mouth found the space above her breasts where the blood had lingered to her soft skin. With gentle precision he slid his tongue over her skin, taking in the delightful taste of her skin with the after taste of fresh blood.

He trailed his tongue a bit lower, teasing the skin beneath her corset, before he looked at her again. "I think it tastes quite lovely my dear. A meal suited for the Gods."

She rolled her eyes at his attempt, breaking out of his grasp. "We're not Gods," she bit out while she straightened her dress. "But if you want him, be my guest," she waved at the remains.

"Now why would I settle for the dead servant when there is something far more delectable in my grasp?"

"Who says you earned a treat when all I got was-," she paused and looked down at the corps with disgust, "That. More importantly, I'm still mad at you, so no pleasure for you."

Klaus moved past her swiftly, softly stroking a hand past her waist while he did so before he stopped behind her. "How can I acquit myself, love?"

"Well for one you could stop trying to gain pleasure from my anger, you think I'm so easily distracted by your touch. I'm too smart to be seduced by you."

"We both know that's not entirely true sweetheart. Besides who says there would only be pleasure in it for me?" he whispered in her ear.

She turned around; facing him and a gasp left her lips when she realized how close she was to him once again. She wanted to give in, wanted him to show her all the ways she knew he could give her pleasure but there was far too much fun in the game. Klaus took everything in live without questions, everything except her. She chose him and he let her make that choice every day again.

"If you wanted me this badly you should have stayed when I woke up," she stated, "Instead I woke up all alone. If I have to wait, so can you."

"We both know I'm not a patient man," Klaus commented while he trailed his hand over her spine, reveling in the goose bumps that appeared on her fair skin. She wasn't as unaffected as she wanted to be.

"You waited a century for me, surely you can wait an hour or two," she teased, letting her fangs graze his neck. She could see the lust in his eyes and smirked at how easily the fearsome hybrid was subdued by his Queen. Yes she wanted to be included in the war with the witches but her seduction was a great weapon against Klaus.

Their whole Kingdom bowed at the sight of Klaus, but there was only one person he would kneel down for. With soft pressure she guided him down, smirking at the ease he kneeled in front of her, his hands already making fast way of her dress before she smacked them aside.

She tangled her hands through his hair, her nails scratching over his skin before she pulled the strands back with strength. Klaus head was forced and he looked her into her eyes. He had known she would be angry with his disappearance but he couldn't deny that her anger aroused him. No one would dare lay a hand on him but she feared no part of him and in that part he had finally found his equal. The only problem was that she didn't feel treated as such.

"Let me help you with the witch problem." His smirk fell at her question and she pulled a bit harder at his hair, "Why not? What is the problem? You let me rule beside you but the second it's about something important like the safety of our Kingdom you refuse to let me help. Don't you trust my judgment?"

"I trust your judgment but the second you would be near my enemies I would stop worrying about the safety of our Kingdom. All I would care about is your safety," Klaus confessed and Caroline scoffed.

"I can handle myself," she released him and turned around. She hated feeling useless; she wasn't a porcelain doll he needed to protect. Hadn't she proven that already?

"I know you can," he hesitated for a moment, "It's why Elijah and I came up with a new plan that includes you. We want you to broker a new treaty with the witches." He didn't miss the smile that lit up her face for a second. All she had wanted was to be involved in the decisions but the moment he reveled in the light around her he saw it burn out.

"Why?" she questioned. If the witches were big enough of a danger to get offered a new treaty than there was no way he would have volunteered her to be the one in center here.

"We believe the witches would be more acceptable of the offer coming from a woman of power than of one of us," he confessed to her.

"So this isn't because I asked. This is because the witches left you no choice," she realized and she rolled her eyes. "And now I'm supposed to be grateful?"

He was up on his feet before she could blink and she was surprised at the anger in his eyes. "There are always choices. I choose to put you in a dangerous position do you think I enjoy that?" he moved towards her and she stayed still.

She knew that he was protective about her, she was his only weakness and she couldn't fault him for that. She just wanted to deal with the witches in a way that would proof to him she could do this."Okay. But if I succeed you will trust me with these tasks more often."

Klaus shook his head, she was asking too much of him but he knew he wouldn't be able to refuse her for long. He had caved with the witches already…

Caroline smirked at him, sensing his crumbling resolve and leaned into his touch. "I'll promise I'll make it worth your while," she pressed a kiss below his ear while she moved past him. She felt him twist his head, trying to capture her lips with his but she had already moved past him, "Just say the words," she said and sat down back on her throne.

"Caroline-" this woman would become the death of him. His love for this woman won over his love for power and they both knew it. In the end she would win, she always did. He walked towards her, leaning over her throne, his body only inches removed from hers. Their lips were close enough to touch but she withheld before she heard him say the words. "Don't get yourself killed. It would mean killing me," he told her and he could feel her breath stop for a moment.

"I'm not that easy to kill you kno-" she was stopped by his mouth pressed against hers. She could feel the urgency behind his kiss and she knew he tried to portray the same urgency in his words. She could argue if she wanted but knew there was no point. She had won. He may not like it but he wouldn't stop her from playing her rightful part as his Queen and with that realization she kissed him back with the same need and want.

She could feel his arms around her, lifting her from her throne and before she could blink she was on the other side of the room, laid out on the large table, her skirt hiked up while his hands traveled over the skin below. He was nowhere close to touching her where she needed him but she was too busy getting his shirt removed to guide him.

With a final tug the shirt came off and she immediately pressed small kisses down his chest. She carefully nipped between each of them, her fangs grazing his skin but never breaking through. Not yet. From the small growl he let out she knew that he was waiting for that moment but they both knew that wouldn't take place until a little later.

When his lips sought hers again she pushed him down, making it clear where she wanted his touch but he wasn't in a hurry. He liked to treasure every moment of theirs together and pressed soft kisses along her neck, trailing lower with every kiss. With gentle precision he pushed down the sleeves of her dress, tugging down the dress to expose more skin for him to touch.

When she felt his breath ghost over her breasts she looked down at him, no matter how much she enjoyed his current position they both knew there was one place where she wanted him much more. She left out a soft moan when his teeth tugged on her nipple but the sound grew louder when she felt his hand finally found the spot she wanted touched. She tried to guide his head lower, to join his hands but that only caused her skin to rip between his teeth.

Drops of blood trailed down her breasts, marking a path for Klaus to follow as he abandoned his earlier quest. He followed the path her blood created and let his tongue glide over her skin, taking in every drop he encountered on the way down while his fingers moved inside of her in a slow pace. Her blood was addicting to him and he always wanted more but the lower her blood drove him, the closer he came to something else he wanted. Something they both wanted.

He could smell her sweet arousal, felt it slick on his fingers and when he had tastes the last of her blood her pressed a soft kiss beneath her bellybutton. Her dress was blocking his view of her folds and he was quick to lift her a bit from the table. Before he could pull the dress down Caroline had already pushed it down her hips and with a swift motion it fell on the floor. Freed from her confinement he took a step back to take in her lovely form once more, she was truly beautiful.

Leaning on her elbows she looked up at him, "Are you just going to stare at me?" she wondered and he laughed at her.

"I'm considering it. You would make a beautiful painting like this," his eyes roamed over her body, storing every part of her in his memory. He smile grew when she rolled her eyes at him.

"One of these days you're going to get sick of painting me," she told him. She hoped that day would never come because even though she made jokes about it she knew he only drew what he found most beautiful and she was glad that after hundreds of years she was still his favorite subject. She just preferred him voicing his ideas after they had both sated their cravings not when it was stopping him from finishing her off.

"Never," he told her while he spread her legs apart and let himself fall between them. He pulled her forwards, lifting her legs over her shoulders while she let herself rest back again. "Just like I will never get sick of this."

He pressed a soft kiss on her inner thigh and she almost wanted to scream from frustration. There were so many sides of Klaus and she loved them all but right now she wanted him to take her, to give her what she wanted instead of paying attention to every inch of her flesh. When his lips finally reached her core he was quick to pick up some pace. He could feel how wet she was and knew she had been waiting for this too long. He could feel his own member throbbing with want but he wanted her to get her release first. Patience was the virtue he saved only for her.

While his tongue working inside of her she could feel her orgasm build and her soft moans encouraged Klaus to rub her clit between every stroke. He knew her every sign, knew what each sound of her meant and because of that it took him only minutes to get her to come. She fell back on the table for a moment, enjoying the way he had made her feel but one look at Klaus told her that they were nowhere near done.

She lifted herself from her place but their bodies stayed glued together. His hands roamed over her body while she led them to his throne instead and she tugged on his belt, making sure he removed his pants. When they were finally both naked she sat him down on his throne, placing herself on top of him.

She lifted herself enough to take him in while their mouths met again. She could taste herself on his tongue while she lifted herself from his lap. She sank down again, taking him all in and started a steady rhythm, she knew he was close and she wanted to give him his release like he had given her hers. She wanted to show him that she loved him even with the fights they could have. She heard him growl in their kiss and felt him move his lips to her jaw.

While his lips trailed lower, looking for her pulse point she continued to ride him, quickening up her space. She knew what he was looking for, what he wanted and she knew when he wanted it. She could feel another orgasm build up for her but and she could feel him push up every time she sank down on him. She knew he was close when his teeth nipped in the hollow of her neck and she pushed her hair away to free his path.

She could see the veins between his eyes appear and when she sank down on him again she could feel him shudder beneath her and felt his release building. His eyes turned yellow right before he bit down in the hollow of her neck and she quickly joined him, sinking her teeth in his neck.

They didn't drank from each other out of necessity, there was something in the act that brought the two closer together. It was a token of trust, his bite could kill her but he would always give her his blood as well. It was an aphrodisiac and it was enough to push them both over the edge.

They both drank the remaining blood from each other before Klaus slid out of her. Caroline didn't move, curling up on top of him instead when her eye fell on the floor and she let out a giggle.

"What's so funny love?" Klaus asked and pressed a kiss on her naked back.

"Rebekah is going to kill us," she let out, and pointed at the corpse in the room.

"She'll find another in no time," he pointed out and she agreed. "Besides as Queen you can do with your servants as you please."

She turned to face him, "Uhm you were the one to kill him remember?"

"Only because I beat you to it. I saw it in your eyes, you wouldn't have let him leave alive."

"Well he insulted me. He wanted to give me reheated blood," she pouted, "But I got the better deal in the end. Yours is far better."

"Well mine is one of a kind," he bragged and laughed at the rolling of her eyes he knew she was throwing at him.

"You're lucky that I love you," she turned to him, pressing a kiss to his lips but before she could reach them he had moved from under her, leaving her alone in his throne.

"I am," he admitted when he returned with a sketchpad in hand, "Now if you could please stay right like that."

She laughed and curled up in his throne, her dress long forgotten. "Fine you can draw me, as long as you tell me all about this deal with the witches. I want to be prepared."

His heart clenched at the thought of her in a dangerous situation but he knew he had to trust her to take care of herself. She wasn't foolish, he knew that.

"Well there are the witches in the North, the West, the East and the South of course. The East witches are the problem as you know. Some young idealists are trying to spread the idea that they need to separate themselves from the other covens and from our reign," he told her while he drew the concentrated expression on her face.

She listened to his every word while his pencil flew over the paper. She wanted to see his drawing but was more interested in the story. She wanted to help bring peace to her land and she wanted to prove she was right, she was just lucky she could combine the two. She wasn't worried in the slightest; she could deal with a few witches. She had battled worse enemies after all, her husband included and she knew there was no force stronger than the two combined.

She was his Queen and he was her King and nothing could break that.

I hadn't written anything smutty in months so I hope this wasn't completely awful. Hope you liked it!