A/n: Ha, so here I am, encouraged to update from all the reviews and I think I came up with a nice twist you hopefully won't hate me for! Because, as I said earlier, not a typical love story here. But there's plenty of M. Like a lot. So, major WARNING for everyone. One Word: Caroline to Come! Oh, that's three, isn't it? ;}

Elena barged into Alaric's room. He'd had his head in his hands as he sat at his desk, but his head snapped up at her arrival. "Elena," he said, startled. His voice sounded strange. "I wasn't expecting you." He shifted in his seat.

"I'm sorry—I just, I wanted to talk. We haven't since that day." Elena tucked her hair nervously behind her ear.

"Is something wrong?" Alaric asked, still looking distracted. Before Elena answered, he made a choking noise. Elena made a move to go to him but he waved her off with a hand.

"I've just missed you." She said softly.

"I've missed you, too, but now's not really the best time."

Elena swallowed hard, afraid of rejection. "You don't want me anymore." She accused.

Alaric knew he should keep his mouth shut. That would be what was best for her. He wasn't a good guy. But the hurt look on her face topped with his desire, trampled down any trace of the good man he'd once been. "I do." He insisted.

She looked at him and smiled coyly. Before Alaric knew what was happening, she'd climbed his desk on her knees to kiss him squarely on the mouth. He slammed closer to his desk to get at her lips. She pulled away with a gasp and he moaned. He used one hand at her neck to hold her still for a driving kiss. "So good," he moaned.

Elena was delighted at his response. Her hands moved to his shoulders. Before she could climb into his lap, he pushed her back so her ass was on her bent legs. Then he pulled her legs closer so she was falling backwards, her stomach up and her legs spread once again. Things from his desk went tumbling to the ground.

Alaric pushed her shirt up past her lingerie covered tits. "You should leave. I'm not a good guy." But his hands held her hips in place as if he'd never free her. He landed feverish kisses across her bared stomach.

He pushed her skirt up until her solid white panties were exposed. He smiled at the garment. So Elena. Innocent, but incredibly fucking hot. He stared at them for a second as he tried to regain control.

"Alaric?" Elena's wavering voice broke his line of thought.

"Do you want this?" Alaric wasn't so far gone as to not ask. Which was a miracle, considering. He groaned and couldn't help but just his hips.

Elena bit her lip and nodded.

He lifted both legs straight into the air to peel off her underwear. He didn't bother to hook them off both her ankles, so they dangled around one ankle uselessly as he brought her legs down and spread them wide again.

One sudden, long lick had her arching off the desk and hugging his hair with both hands. He groaned and the vibrations had Elena crying out. "Alaric," she pleaded.

One of his hands slid up her inner thigh and to her mound. He slipped a finger into her without warning. Elena made a startled noise. He continued pushing into her without letting her get used to the feeling. He started to suck on her sweet little nub of nerves and played with it between his lips. He already had her shaking as she rocked her hips into him in time to his hand's thrusts. Her sweet cunt had Alaric absolutely throbbing, all warm, wet, and tight. He added another finger mercilessly.

Elena started shivering. Alaric buried his face against her. He could feel his cheeks moisten with her arousal. He twisted his wrist so that when he curved his fingers they slammed into her in just the right spot.

She gave a half scream at the suddenness and intensity of her orgasm. Alaric shouted out, too. Elena wondered if he'd been pleasuring himself as he touched her, and that gave her such a huge aftershock that she jerked against him once more.

Alaric panted and sat back in his chair. He used his thumb to swipe the wetness on his cheeks and then he sucked the digit clean.

Elena sat up, her legs dangling off his desk on either side of him. "Can we please not end there?" She begged. "I want to touch you, too." She said shyly.

Alaric slid her legs to one side and nudged her off his desk before she could straddle his lap. "I'm not a good guy, Elena." Alaric stated, as if that explained everything. Maybe if he said it enough, she'd finally believe it.

"I don't care, I feel good when I'm with you." She gave him a benevolent smile. She leaned to kiss him and he let her. But he pulled back. He glanced at the clock. "You will be late to class if you stay a minute longer. I swear, if you really want me to ravish you, I will. I'm not a good enough man to resist. Just not right now. When we have more time." He promised.

Elena sighed.

"Go on," Alaric laughed.

Sulking, she stalked toward the door. Once there, she turned around and slid the still-loose panties from one foot. She threw them at him with a smirk. She would have said something sexy and witty as well, but the shocked look on his face was all she needed.

After he was sure she was really gone, he finally slid his chair from his desk. He looked down and found a blonde pouting at him underneath. A small drop of his come glistened at the corner of her mouth.

"Elena?" She harped. "Really?"

Alaric only raised an eyebrow. "Jealous, Caroline?"

"Merely offended." She shot back, still glaring at him. "I had to listen to that, you know."

"And I'll bet it got you so hot that your little pussy is dripping right about now." Alaric's voice was rough and his cock began to rise again.

Caroline gulped and shifted. The lips of her sex slid easily against one another with their moisture. She'd been giving him a blowjob under the desk—pretty standard operating procedure—when Elena had walked in and interrupted, all quiet voice and emotional undertones. Caroline had wanted to tease Alaric, so she'd wrapped her lips around him once more, knowing he'd have to remain composed while trying to send Elena away.

Only it hadn't exactly worked out that way. Before Caroline knew what was happening, Elena had started saying impossible things. Crazy things. It was about that time Caroline had pulled away. The bastard was two-timing her. With Elena! She was so insulted she almost crawled out from under his desk right then and there.

Then she figured out what was going on above her. She saw Elena's legs dangling from the desk, panties draped from one ankle. She started to hear Elena moan and realized Alaric was eating her out while Caroline was still under the table. Her mouth dropped open in shock. Then Alaric's hand found the back of her neck and he'd forced her head forward, his cock slipping into her still-open, shocked mouth pretty easily.

Her eyes narrowed and she considered using her teeth. But then his cock jumped fiercely at one of Elena's moans and Caroline figured what the hell. It wasn't like she wasn't still dating Tyler, after all. She'd be a hypocrite to leave him like this. Plus, Elena's mewing noises of pleasure were actually kind of hot.

Alaric suddenly jerked forward into her mouth while his hand still held her in place. Caroline gagged a little and froze, worried Elena might have heard. But when she paused to listen, all Caroline heard was the sound of Alaric's hand and mouth against Elena's slick flesh.

Caroline stroked forward boldly, swallowing him whole. She heard his muffled moan against Elena and grinned. He continued to thrust into her, using one hand to hold her still as he tended to Elena. Caroline heard Elena cry out and Alaric started to throb in Caroline's mouth in response. His iron grip on her didn't loosen as came and expected her to take every last drop. And she did, swallowing dutifully as he pulsed, hot and salty, down her throat. She heard his final shout.

She'd listened to Elena leave with contemplation. She wanted to jump out and say, "Surprise!" To see if it would turn Elena on as much as it had her. But she kept still, knowing Alaric would be furious with her if she did. So she opted to wait until he'd pulled away from the desk and acknowledge her.

"Well," Alaric smirked as he looked down at her. "What'll it be, Caroline?"

She pretended to consider her options. "Well, seeing as I haven't been properly attended, and you treated Elena so nicely, I was thinking—"

"No," Alaric cut her off. "I'm not in the mood." He grinned.

"Well," Caroline pouted. "What do you want to do?"

"Stand," he ordered.

She did.

"Lift up your skirt." She complied and it was as he'd expected, her bare mound and inner thighs gleamed with wetness. "You've been a bad girl, not wearing underwear." He told her. He tossed Elena's panties at her. "Put them on."

"Uh, how about no?" Caroline held the offending thing between two fingers away from her body.

"Afraid they won't fit?" Alaric teased meanly.

"A little," Caroline snarked. "Have you seen her nonexistent ass? Oh, I guess you have."

He ignored her tirade. "Good. I want them to be tight." He stood, arms crossed, and waited for her. It was easy to be with Caroline. He didn't worry about her feelings and he knew where they stood. He worried about Elena. She shouldn't be anywhere near him. She was too good for him. He felt like sighing, but he didn't let his tough demeanor slip. Caroline would trample all over him in those four inch heels if he showed any sign of weakness. He regarded her coolly and waited for the submission he knew would come.

Caroline bit the inside of her cheek and observed the offensive things. She had a feeling it was do this or get out. And Caroline was way too worked up to leave without getting off. She put them on. As she'd anticipated, they were tight enough to cut into her ass cheeks. "I'll get them all dirty," she warned.

"I'll wash them," he promised. "Bend over."

With a long-suffering sigh that was more for show, Caroline bent over his desk, her ass sticking out.

She felt Alaric lift up her skirt and her stomach tightened with anticipation. His hands slid over her cotton-covered backside and he caressed and fondled her. It led her to relax a little. She was surprised at his gentleness.

But then his hand came crashing down on her hard. The cotton covering made the sound deeper than usual, less like the sharp slap of skin on skin. Caroline moaned at the pain as her pussy flooded.

"Bad girl," Alaric growled, slapping her harshly two more times, on both cheeks. "You're lucky I don't have a lot of time." His hand went between her legs to the wet cloth that now stuck to her like a second skin. He moved it just enough to the side of her opening so that he could slam into her.

Caroline sobbed out. She hadn't expected him to enter her without any preamble. But he fit, just barely, and she started to shudder as he fucked her. He always knew how to find the perfect spot. Caroline could hardly believe how fast she was about to come.

Alaric held her flat against the table as he slammed into her from behind. It was easy for him to imagine the white-cotton-covered little ass was Elena's, that it was her hot little cunt he was brutally pounding. Imagining doing these things to small, sweet, innocent Elena had Alaric thrusting fiercely into Caroline. When he heard her helpless cry as she exploded around him, he came, too.