Author's note: This is the first time I've really written from a male perspective, but I thought it prudent to the story… So read, enjoy, and review maybe? Thanks in advance… and as always, SMUT WARNING.
Also, this fic has received better views and stats than I had ever intended, and the encouragement has inspired a sequel fic that will be more in depth and potentially quite a bit longer than this one. If you're interested in reading, make sure to keep your eyes peeled as I only have one, /maybe/ two, chapters remaining in this.
In the blink of an eye, my entire life had changed.
After such a sudden and unexpected encounter, she'd managed to get under my skin; a near constant intruder of my thoughts. The world as I knew it had been turned upside down in the matter of a single night… And there's not a damn thing I can do to forget.
In the heat of the moment, it had proven seemingly impossible to put an end to her lustful actions; the undeniable pleasure and exceptionally divine torture succeeding to overpower the sheer concept of rational thinking. The only thing that mattered was the exquisite brunette beauty hovering over top of me… her tender touches sending electric shivers throughout every inch of my body… the warm, humid breath that caressed sensitive flesh before silken petals fueled with dedicated determination effortlessly guided my rapid undoing.
As quickly as it had begun, she was gone… the only evidence of her unannounced visit being the glistening sheen of sweat still covering my forehead as rough, ragged breaths slowly begin to even. A most contented hum surpasses pale brims, my fingertips tracing their path as the lingering sensation of her lips upon my own washes over me. With my body raging with warring emotions and desires, and my mind a barely contained source of chaotic mayhem, heavy eyelids droop shut, succumbing to a deep sleep once again.
Awakening the next morning to the familiar sounds of my favorite baby vampire bustling about downstairs in a flurry of morning activities, a genuine smile immediately graces my lips… until the vivid imagery of the previous night overwhelm my senses with an almighty guilt.
Caroline. My little blonde distractions. The only one in a thousand years to see the real me and stand by my side, regardless. The single soul that taught an unfeeling heart to love again… to forgive my indiscretions and accept me just as I am, flaws and all.
What the fuck have I done?!
Last night was a mistake- a monument error and decision made in poor judgment; in over a millennium of life, it is my solitary regret. How could I be so easily manipulated by the Salvatore-smitten, danger-addicted, holier-than-thou, persistent pain-in-my-ass Elena Gilbert is beyond my comprehension. Furthermore, joining the perpetually multiplying mysteries is why she'd taken such a risk in the first place. It was completely out of character; she's supposed to be busy choosing the wrong brother or something, isn't she?
Forcing the complexities from the forefront of my mind, I cloud the controversial thoughts with a haze of denial, attempting to convince my guilty conscience that it had all been a dream.
But it hadn't been a dream, and in the sequential days, it proved more difficult to evade the nagging truth. I'd fought the thoughts, urges, desires in every way imaginable… Sought to drown them in both blood and booze… Took solace and reassurance in the near-constant company of my bewitching blonde companion… Unleashed the inner-turmoil onto canvas… Anything to distract myself... And none of it worked.
I have to put an end to this; it has to stop.
With Caroline dragging a very reluctant Sheriff Forbes to some relaxation mother-daughter getaway, I'm forced to spend the weekend alone… a powerless victim to my thoughts. Try as I might to ignore them, deny them, or suppress them, they always return- growing more pressing each time. Questing a resolution, the empty glass in my hand shatters as it lands upon the shadow-laden hearth, and I depart the premises immediately, without a second thought or backwards glance.
Journeying towards the boardinghouse with inhuman ease, the omnipresent blanket of nighttime skies doesn't serve as the welcome distraction I'd hoped it would be. Pausing at the edge of the property, keen senses observe the unnatural stillness and inclusive silence diligently; not even a single light remains lit within the mansion. Perhaps she's not even at home?
Before the possibility can even truly formulate, I'm torn from my endless stream of consciousness by none other than my own name piercing the eerie silence. Elena…?
With unnerved suspicion, lightning speed brings me within the Salvatore home, moving noiselessly up the staircase towards the origin of the young female's unexplained cry. Approaching the open doorway, heightened perception notes the exasperated sigh falling freely from her lips as she rises from the bed. Freezing in my tacks, I remain perfectly statuesque until the slight creak of the window opening and her irritated muttering meets my ears.
Her self-chastising proves most amusing. Elena had been dreaming… about me. Clearly I wasn't the only one with residual effects from her daring little exploit. With no real plan devised, I edge my way closer to the door frame, completely unprepared for the sight to meet my eyes.
The skimpy sleepwear that surely clothed her slender frame mere moments beforehand is being tossed to the floor, piece by piece; nimble hands running the length of her body in slow, sensual movements. Her labored breathing causes my own to hitch as I stand fixated, mesmerized by her unnatural beauty. The sounds, scent, and sight of her undeniable arousal captivate me entirely.
I find myself unable to tear my gaze from her impressive silhouette, thrashing wildly atop the patterned bedspread. As her self-serving actions bring her closer and closer to her intended demise, my growing hardness strains painfully against the offensive material of my jeans. Images of her sinful beauty reign terror on my thoughts… her perfect lips wrapped around my rigid length… the unfathomable desire swimming in mocha tints… the alluring way she writhes atop the covers, her back arching off the bed as she finally crests the heavenly threshold of gratifying bliss…
"Klaus..?" she queries, pulling me back to reality.
An unseen gravitational pull beckons me forward into the room; a mischievous smirk etched upon smooth brims and a hungry stare emanating from glacial hues. Without speaking a word, slow, certain steps lead my form to the foot of her bed, surveying optics never leaving her emotion-filled features. Self-consciousness taints her expression for only a moment before nervous apprehension and anxious anticipation prevail.
After the past few days of agonizing torture, there must be recompense. No one gets the upper hand on Niklaus Mikaelson; at least not for long… Especially not this little doe-eyed vixen of a doppelganger. The time has come for a necessary revenge… for payback.
With elevating unease, her fingertips begin to inch the sheet upwards to shield her curvaceous outline from my daunting gaze. Strong hands instantly tear the linens from her grasp, throwing them clear across the room before swiftly covering her naked body with my own. Even through the barrier of my clothes, the heat radiating between us is almost too much to bear. Pinning her hands above her head, soft petals taunt at her earlobe, "Not so fast, love."
Bracing myself above her with the restrictive grasp on her seemingly delicate wrists, my free hand dances along the bare flesh of her side before coming to rest securely at her hip. Depth-less lust shimmers within sultry, chocolate orbs as I watch the gorgeous display of sin and wanton behaviors beneath me with an astonished appreciation. Dragging my lips down the delicious column of her neck, I revel in the vicious array of sensation coursing throughout my frame with an almighty fury.
Growling against her skin, a powerful grip hitches her leg higher around my waist, the evidence of my own arousal grinding intentionally against the molten heat of her center, providing a much-needed friction between us. Having her squirming form beneath my own, passion filling her eyes and desire lacing each breathless gasp, only fans the flames of fate. My fingertips trail across sporadic expanses of exposed flesh, finally reaching one breast with a firm and possessive squeeze.
Alternating between a series of light kisses, gentle nips, and teasing sucking motions, my lips find the shell of her ear once more. "Turn about is fair play…" accented tones whisper playfully.
Releasing her hands, silk-like lips wander lower, tasting the olive-toned skin of her chest. As my mouth closes around one nipple, skilled digits quickly locate the other pebbled bud, rolling it between them with a near painful pressure. My tongue swirls around the hardened peak, taking great pleasure in the way her body arches into mine before continuing on to the other. As I lave undivided attention to every possibly inch of flesh, I permit one hand to slip between us, a haughty smirk claiming my lips as it reaches the apex of her thighs.
A single fingertip traces the outline of her slit, coating itself in the slick moisture already pooled there and earning a desperate sigh of pent up frustration.
A sardonic chuckle escapes my lips as they venture further, laying a nonsensical pattern of various attentions across her heaving chest and downwards atop the smooth surface of her abdomen. With my intentions vividly clear and undisputed, warm breath and light stubble tickle the soft skin of her lower stomach; oceanic depths locked upon her angelic features as one finger slowly dips between drenched folds.
When I'd left home to 'put an end' to the intrusive daydreams and magnifying fantasies plaguing my subconscious, this definitely wasn't what I'd envisioned… and inevitably, here we lay.
With her breathing increasingly erratic and her body never allowed to fully recover from her earlier release, her frame quivers beneath my own, each subtle gesture perceived with her intensified senses. Teasing her entrance with the tip of one finger, her hips rise slightly from the mattress, indicating her eager impatience.
Forcing her still upon the bed once more, my skilled touch moved to swiftly locate the tiny bundle of nerves with keen precision. Alternating between slow, soft, sensual circles, and a faster pace, both more determined and more directive, it's only a matter of moments before whimpers begin to part from her withering frame; my name but a prayer forming upon her lips.
The expressions playing across her face and the constant clenching and un-clenching of her fingers into fabric provide an unnecessary ego boost as I bring her to the precipice of her demise once more… before removing my touch completely.
The abrupt lack of attention causes her eyes to fly open; coffee-tinted orbs flashing furiously to my own fierce stare. Keeping my gaze fixed upon hers, I lower my face between her legs with deliberate slowness, throwing the slender limbs over my shoulders.
The faint grasp on my self-control loosens further as she shifts her hips impatiently, the heat of my breath washing over her damp sex with a spine-chilling nearness. Darting my tongue out to wet my lips with growing anticipation, I slip first one, then two long fingers inside the warm, wet cavity; a feral growl rumbling lowly within my chest as smooth walls form a snug grip around the intruding digits. With Elena's breathless pleas becoming altogether more frantic, and my own need for relief significantly increased, I dip my head forward, a mutual sigh of contentment filling the air as the tip of my tongue traces her bare nether lips.
Impulse control becomes nothing more than a vague figment of my imagination as her entirely unique and truly delectable flavor enchants my supernatural senses; my only thoughts, motives, intentions all revolving around bringing the brunette beauty before me past the point of no return… After all, this is only fair.
Delving my tongue between soaked folds, it immediately seeks out that tiny nub that's sure to send ecstatic jolts of pleasure. Working with continually rising fervor, my fingers thrust relentlessly in and out of her dripping center; breathless moans fill the night air, growing louder and louder with my merciless ministrations of erotic sin.
Still worked up from her previous activities, it's not long before the telltale signs of her demise begin to appear; heavy lids drift closed, tight walls beginning to contract around my fingers, thoroughly ragged breathing becoming even more uneven. Sensing her inevitable release, blunt pearls lightly bite at the pinpoint of her euphoria, the painfully pleasurable shock jolting her eyelids open as I purr against her center, "Cum for me, Elena."
Under my commanding words, she crescendos beautifully, coming undone beneath the impenetrable stare of my insatiable gaze.
With my tongue and fingers working in precise synchrony, her frenzied grip finds my hair, dainty digit tugging forcefully at the sandy locks, desperate for something to hold on to. Aqua lenses remain locked upon her features, committing every imperceptible detail to memory. Her teeth tug at her lower brim, muffled moans still escaping the weak barrier as wave after wave of primal bliss crashes over her fragile form, depleting her of any and all remaining rational cognition.
With her heels digging mercilessly into my shoulder blades and urgent fingers pulling frantically at my hair, it's all I can do to not tear off my clothing and take her as mine right this very instant.
But patience is a virtue… and payback is a bitch.
As her sated form begins to settle upon the mattress once again, I flick my tongue across the overly-sensitized flesh one last time before finally leaning back onto my knees. Her chest is heaving with uneven gasps of air, her unkempt hair splayed around her face in a halo, her entire physique coated in a light perspiration, and her body still shaking from in unimaginable power of her orgasm. She's positively, sinfully, forbidden-ly beautiful.
Keeping her avid gaze occupied, I bring my fingertips to my mouth with intentionally slow movements, slipping them one at a time, between my lips and tasting the evidence of her climax once more and causing animalistic tendencies to nearly persevere.
With a dark, malevolent chuckle, I mirror her actions from the other night, pressing a light kiss to her awed lips before whispering the words, "Our little secret, love…" Departing the bedroom before I succumb to bestial instincts, my voice echoes behind me, "But if you want to continue…"
Author's Note: Please bear with me for the next chapter; it's already drafted and the final chapter is partially written as well. I have been looking for a beta-reader and finally found one. She should have the update very soon to edit and I will post it as soon as possible. My apologies for the delay, but I figured if I'm gonna do this, I might as well do it right. (; I have also constructed a detailed summary of a MUCH longer sequel to follow this fic which will be started without delay once this is complete.