Misunderstood Souls

Some people are just destined to find one another; some are just there to help if they really need it. These two, though, they didn't want to find each other. They had heard about their reputation and had decided that there was no point asking to be put in danger, that's when it happened.

Damon Salvatore had done a lot of crazy things in his life, he had even tried to steal his brother's girlfriend for no other reason than she was there and it would annoy him. He took a sip of the beer he held in his hand, normally this wasn't his drink of choice but today he had decided that a beer would do him good, it was stronger than some drinks but it wasn't as much as a depressant for him.

He felt eyes watching him and smirk, probably just another young girl wanting a private moment with him, but right now Damon wasn't in the mood for women, he was in the mood for a man. A real man. One that would be able to pin him up against the wall and make him completely submissive. Sadly, they had all been left in the 19th century.

So, it seemed Damon was at a lost for what he truly desired right now, he had even driven all this way here to a popular bar that could possibly hold what he wanted. Shame really, he would have probably done just about anything for that man, he would have done dreadful things to that man, that's for sure. But he wouldn't change him; never would he make him a vampire.

"What if you didn't need to?" He heard a man whisper into his ear, his accent was deep and obviously from another country. Perhaps Bulgarian? Damon took in a deep breath, ready to turn around and dismiss this fool when he remembered what he said. How did he know what Damon was thinking?

Damon turned quickly and came face to face with a man with long, gelled back, dirty blonde hair and mischievous brown eyes, "Who are you?" Damon asked him, trying not to sound like he about to have an orgasm (Even though it felt like he would).

"Silly Damon," The man said as he shook his head, "I...am Klaus." He said simply, pulling Damon up the hand and walking him over to crowded dance floor, a slow song played on the speakers, one that Damon didn't recognize. Klaus pulled him towards his body, feeling Damon completely pressed up against him. Damon had to bite down on his tongue to prevent himself from moaning.

"What do you want from me?" Damon asked as they started to sway on the dance floor.

"Oh...I want to live out your little fantasy right there. Something about being penetrated by a real man." Klaus said with a cheeky smirk on his face as rolled his hips into Damon's, "Am I enough for you?" Klaus asked him simply. Damon could do nothing but nod his head.

Klaus smiled, "Good." He grabbed Damon by the arm and led him out of the loud nightclub and drove him to a rather impressive hotel room.

They had spent the night ravaging each other's bodies, half of the night had been hot, rough sex and then he suddenly turned into soft, sweet love making for the rest of the night.

"Oh God, Klaus!" Damon screamed as hit his limit for what seemed like the thousandth time that night. Klaus stayed inside of him for a moment, panting for unneeded air, he kissed Damon's neck, not sinking his teeth inside of him this time.

"You were amazing," Klaus whispered in his ear, "I can't help but want more from you...-,"

"Why?" Damon asked, exhaustion taking over.

"Because I'm an animal," Klaus said, "But you rest, my darling, I will just have to pleasure myself. Being in your presence means it won't take long." He said before rolling off of Damon, turning off the light and kissing his forehead as Damon drifted off to sleep.

This had been the beginning and now – three hundred years later – it still wasn't the end. Nothing would be able to end this.

XOXO

ManaMcC