Chloe & The Brothers 9: The Enemy of My Enemy Chapter 6, a Smallville + Vampire Diaries Crossover fanfic

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"I still can't believe you never got the hang of drinking human blood." Katherine eyed Stefan as she made a face at the scent of pig's blood that surrounded him. She couldn't stand the scent, and was admittedly disgusted at the thought that he would stoop so low as to drink from animals like this. He'd always been her favorite, the one she'd loved the most, and to see him like this, well, it didn't sit well with her at all.

Stefan didn't look up from the journal he was writing in. "Go bother someone else."

"There's no one else," she informed him, miffed that he'd speak to her like that, remembering all-too well the days in which he used to worship her.

Stefan put down the pen and closed the book as he looked up at her, eyes narrowed. "What do you mean there's no one else?"

"I mean that we're the only ones here." She smirked as she threw herself down on the bed next to him and trailed her fingers against the bedsheets. "The human is out filming scenes with the Winchesters and your little plaything left with her because she had a meeting with her old boss to discuss her old column or something like that."

Stefan frowned. "What about Damon and Ric?"

"The hunter said he had something to do, and your brother left soon after he did." Katherine tilted her head. "I think he's following him." She then smiled at Stefan. "So it's just you and me, all alone, in this big, empty hotel with all these bedrooms."

Stefan stood from the bed and took his journal with him as he moved towards the door. "What do you want, Katherine?"

"If you really have to ask, you're out of practice." She turned onto her back, positioning herself provocatively on his bed, lips curled.

Stefan's expression was unmoved.

She rolled her eyes and sat up. "Oh come on Stefan, I explained why I did what I did all those years ago."

"Yes, you did."

Katherine gave a little growl. "You're punishing me, aren't you?"

"This isn't me punishing you."

"Yes, it is." Katherine pushed off of the bed and onto her feet. "You're hurt that I turned you and then left you for all of those centuries on your own, and I get it Stefan, I do. I shouldn't have done that to you or Damon, but I was on the run from Klaus and it wouldn't have been fair on the two of you to take you along with me when I didn't know just how much longer I'd be alive-or-undead. But I wasn't about to let you two find someone else and get married and have children and die of old age having forgotten all about me either. I had to make sure that you would be around when I finally got Klaus off of my back so we could be together, just like we'd always wanted, always planned." Katherine came forwards. "We can be a family, the three of us, just like we always wanted."

Stefan frowned. "We never wanted that."

"Then why are you doing exactly that right now?" She couldn't keep the anger from her voice. "You keep saying that you never wanted to have that sort of lifestyle, that it was only my dream, and yet it's exactly what you're doing right now-with her!"

"It's different."

"How could it possibly be different?" She snapped as she threw her hands in the air, skin paled and veins darkening. "You don't realize it, but you're just substituting what you wanted to have with me and having it with her! You're using her as a substitute for me!"

Stefan stared at her in silence before he did something she hadn't expected, he chuckled.

Katherine stared at him in shock, eyes wide. "What's so funny?"

"The mere realization that you think she could be your substitute; it's hilarious." Stefan opened the door and left the room, left her inside of it.

Katherine stared at the empty, open doorway, eyes narrowed, fists clenched and shaking. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She'd signed all kinds of documents to be allowed on the location they were filming at, and there were just so many different documents and such that in the end Chloe had ended up signing everything that'd been shoved under her nose without even reading the fine print. Considering everything, and her past with the writers and producers of Paranormal, Chloe was more than sure that that was going to come back and bite her in the ass some day, but at least it gave her access to the set now that she'd finished meeting with Martha and Perry. Chloe's boss and his wife (Senator Kent-White) had had a very long meeting with her that had been half reunion (Martha) and half work-related (Perry). Apparently there was a lot of pressure on him from a lot of different fronts and Chloe just disappearing the way she had hadn't just hurt her friends, she'd hurt business. There was a lot she was going to have to do, and damage control was one of them.

Perry didn't know she was a vampire and he didn't need to do, honestly, she didn't think he'd want to know. He understood her need to privacy and keeping certain aspects out of the public eye, but he was her boss and in his own words, she'd had enough time off and it was time she went back to work, especially with all the supernatural things going on giving credibility to her profession, credibility that hadn't been there when she'd taken the sabbatical. And he wanted her to start work at the Originals Ball, as the big shindig was being called, scoring some sort of interview with Niklaus Mikaelson. Chloe couldn't figure out how to work all this out considering she was trying to stay as far away from that Original as possible.

The blonde watched Sam, Dean and Lois filming a scene where they were staking out the creature of the week, a small smile on her face until a vibrating in her pocket caught her attention and she pulled out her phone, a wary expression on her face when she saw the number was blocked. She sent one last look towards the trio and moved away from the filming towards the trailers before answering. "Who is this?"

"Hello, Chloe."

Chloe flinched, her eyes widening. "Bruce." The blonde looked around before she hurried towards a more deserted section. "How did you-?"

"Oliver gave me the number once he finally told me that you were in the California safehouse, with vampires."

She lowered her head and sighed. "So I take it you somehow were wearing vervain during the transmission and don't believe they're harmless?"

"Zatanna has equipped the JL with vervain jewelry to keep us from being Compelled in the future," he hedged the question. "From that question I take it you are not Compelled either."

"No."

There was silence, and then: "We have found secret organizations buying up large fields of vervain, and any seeds of them, and destroying them in secret."

Chloe's eyes widened in shock. "They're making sure that people can't protect themselves from the Compulsion."

"They can't destroy the plant completely though. There will always be someone growing them in secret."

And that was why they'd need Chloe.

The blonde frowned as she licked her lips. "Why are you telling me this and not telling me off like Oliver?"

"I understand better than anyone the need to disappear when one feels over their heads," he sighed heavily. "I did the same when I was younger and had a lot of decisions to make about the direction my life was going to take." He paused. "Are you happy now, Chloe?"

Her lips curled in a small smile. "Happy enough." She cradled the phone. "Thank you for understanding, Bruce. No one else has." She paused. "Are you happy?"

There was a pause and he let a sigh. "Happy enough."

She smiled a little brighter. "That's all we can ask for, right?"

"I agree." Bruce took in a deep breath. "One day we need to have dinner to catch up."

"We do." She licked her lips. "I would like that a lot."

"I must go, Helena is motioning to me." He gave a little sigh. "It was good hearing your voice."

Her smile grew tender. "And yours, Bruce." She licked her lips. "I'm sorry for how I cowardly I did things. You both deserved for me to say goodbye and to explain why I was doing what I was doing."

"Yes," he agreed without reproach, unlike Oliver. "But what is done is done, and what is important is the present."

This is why Bruce had always been so important to her. "Thank you, Bruce." She couldn't keep the tremor from her voice, his forgiveness meaning so much to her she couldn't put it into words. "Thank you."

"Talk to you later, Chloe." And with that he hung up.

The blonde smiled as she hung up and wiped at her teary eyes with the back up her hand. She'd been so terrified to talk to Oliver and Bruce for so long, and while it'd been kinda painful to do so with Oliver, it'd been like lifting a burden off of her to do so with Bruce. Then again, Oliver had always been the impulsive, emotional and temperamental one, whereas Bruce was the mature, reserved, thoughtful one. She should have known that talking to him would have been different. This short conversation had given her some closure that she'd needed for a very long time now, and Chloe smiled softly at the thought that maybe now she could truly begin healing.

Ric took a sip of his drink as he gazed at the screen, which was predictably turned onto E!, and was showing a piece on the Originals, focusing on Rebekah Mikaelson, whom everyone was referring to as the "lone beauty in a sea of handsome faces" amongst her family. The program featured the many different fanclubs dedicated to "The Princess of the Night" and there were interviews with the people on the street as to what they thought about the vampires, focusing though on what they thought about Rebekah Mikaelson in particular. Her fashion was a topic that came up, her "perfect hair" and "incredible fashion statement pieces" brought up in pictures as Robbie Laughlin took pictures of her "best looks" and asked people on the street which ones they preferred and why.

The hunter watched the television and couldn't believe that the world now knew about vampires, and all they cared about was what they were wearing. He knew that the Compulsion was to blame for part of it, but he knew it wasn't to blame for all of it. Deep down inside of him he believed that even if the Originals hadn't Compelled most of the world, half of them would be acting this way still.

"I disagree with you," Robbie Laughlin shook his head as he lifted a picture with Rebekah Mikaelson in an emerald green gown. "Personally, I think this one is her best look. With her hair up and the emeralds in her golden locks she lives up to the title of Princess of the Night."

"Oh god," a voice groaned as someone slid onto the stool next to Ric. "This is all going to go to her head and make it bigger than it already is."

Ric raised an eyebrow as he sent a sideways glance towards his companion. "You're late."

She smirked. "It's a lady's prerogative to be late."

Ric merely finished his drink and motioned to the bartender for another one.

"Bourbon, straight." She smiled at the bartender before she turned to Ric. "So, I take it everything is going according to plan?"

"Damon hasn't seriously tried to kill Katherine, no," Ric sighed. "But the tension in the house is mounting. Chloe's cousin is living with us too, which is something I hadn't planned on. I don't like the idea of her and Katherine under the same roof. I can't trust that vampire not to do something while we're sleeping." He frowned. "It also means that I don't have as much free time as I anticipated because Chloe asked me to train Lois and, given everything, I think it makes perfect sense."

"And it has nothing to do with the fact that you're attracted to her."

"Sage."

The redhead smirked. "Your musky scent spiked when you spoke about her, and I have a superior ability to smell things, it's really not my fault." She smiled at the bartender when he passed her her cup, the flirty redhead turning her attention back on Ric. "I don't know whether to agree with you that she's extremely attractive, or be jealous that she's taking your attention away from me."

Ric ignored Sage's usual flirtations, knowing that she was just trying to make him uneasy. He merely nodded his thanks to the bartender as he recieved his next drink and turned towards the vampire. "So, what news to do you have for me?"

"You know, I'm starting to feel like a booty call." Sage trailed her finger around the mouth of her cup. "You only call me when you want something from me and not because you just want to talk and enjoy my company."

Ric raised an eyebrow. "We're both getting something from this Sage, don't act as if this is onesided."

"You're no fun, Ricky." She rolled her eyes with a sigh. "Fine." Sage took a sip of the bourbon as she considered him silently and gulped the liquid down. "You can't kill them."

"Look, I get that you and Finn had this past-."

"No." Sage shook her head. "It's more than that." She licked her lips. "I mean, if you want your friends to live, you can't kill them."

Ric frowned as he leaned forwards. "Explain."

True unease covered her expression as she took in a deep breath as moved forwards as well. "I don't know how this can be done, Ric, but apparently it can be done, but at a horrible price. If an Original dies, so does every single vampire of his or her bloodline." Her gaze was as serious as her voice hissed. "You kill one of them, and you could be condemning your friends to death."

Ric froze in horror before he pulled away and cursed. "Damn it." He ran his hand over his face before he turned to her. "How sure are you that this is accurate information?"

"Very." She downed the whole glass without flinching, expression sour. "And I paid a great price to get you that information so it's going to cost you, handsome."

Ric frowned when he heard the nearly inaudible waver in her voice. "Are you okay?" He leaned over and rested his hand on her arm, feeling the slight shiver there. "What happened?"

She gave him a smirk, but the usual twinkle in her eyes was completely gone, something missing, horribly dimmed. "Aw Ricky, don't pretend you actually care."

His frown grew. "What did you do?"

Sage's smirk melted as she looked away. "It's none of your business, Alaric."

He hated it when she called him Ricky, but it surprised him how uneasy his first name on her lips made him. The hunter tightened his grip on her arm. "Talk to me."

Sage's gaze lowered to his hold on her arm and she licked her lips before her gaze rose to his, eyebrows nearly touching in silent question.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" A most unexpected and unwanted voice snarked. "Ric, I know Isobel went all Dead Chick on you, but since when did it become a fetish?"

Ric groaned as he let go of Sage's arm and turned to face Damon Salvatore, the vampire who (he wasn't sure why) was his best friend. "Hello, Damon."

Sage raised an eyebrow. "Long time no see."

"Sage," Damon smirked. "How's unlife been treating you?"

"Can't complain." She slipped off of the stool and turned to Alaric. "See you later, handsome." With that she sauntered away.

Ric watched her go, uneasy with how they'd left things.

Damon sat on the stool Sage had vacated and ordered something before he turned to Alaric. "So, you want to cut the bullshit and tell me what's really going on?"

Alaric turned to face Damon, sighed, and ordered another drink.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Stefan sighed as he looked up from the glass of scotch in his hand. "I really don't have the energy to play games with you right now."

Katherine's face was pinched in displeasure as she entered the room, eyes narrowed and movement determined as she moved so that she stood in front of where he sat, hip jutted out to the side. "I don't really care. I think I deserve a straight answer."

Stefan was going to hurt Damon for leaving him alone with Katherine. "What are you talking about?"

Something flashed in her eyes. "What is so funny about the thought that she's my substitute? Especially when it's obviously the truth?"

Stefan raised an eyebrow as he tilted his head to the side. "How do you figure that?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Don't play stupid, Stefan, it's more than obvious." Katherine licked her lips. "Despite how much you and Damon insist that the life I'd wanted to live with you and Damon was wrong, immoral even, and a lifestyle neither of you were remotely interested in, here you are living it with her. Obviously it was like I envisioned it: once your human inhibitions were removed and out of the way you were able to see what an amazing team we would have made, and you substituted the dream-life we could've had, and when I say substituted I mean instead of me you used her."

Stefan eyed the liquid in his glass thoughtfully.

"I groomed you and Damon both for this life-with me." Katherine moved closer. "She's just reaping the benefits. You think you want her, but you don't, not really."

"Is that so?" He raised his gaze from the liquid to her face.

"Yes." Katherine moved towards him, her hips swaying seductively as she straddled his lap. "Stefan, deep down inside you knew I was alive and that was why you chose to start building the sort of life you knew I wanted, getting used to the sort of lifestyle you knew I needed, with someone you knew wasn't committed to you."

It took all he had in him to keep from flinching at that, those words hitting him harder than he would like.

Katherine cupped his face as she stared deep within his eyes. "Deep down inside, both you and Damon know that what you and that blonde toy of yours have isn't going to last. It's doomed to fail; she's going to leave you for Dean and Sam."

Stefan tightened his fists as he stared up at Katherine.

"You know that I'm telling the truth." She smiled down at him. "You know in the end the both of you are mine, you always were. No matter how much time we're apart, we'll always end up together because we're meant to be." She smirked. "And she's going to end up with the Winchesters, because if her being a vampire hasn't phased them then they're not going to give her up, and I doubt she's going to give them up either. It's fate, and there's nothing you can do to fight fate."

Stefan didn't move as Katherine reached down and pressed her lips to his in a deep kiss.

Katherine moaned softly as she kissed Stefan, clutching at the front of his shirt as she did so. She curled into him, the vampire giving a buck or two against his lap before she suddenly went still and pulled away. Her face was confused as she stared into his. "Stefan?"

Stefan sighed as he stared into her face. "Yes, Katherine?"

She looked down at his lap and then back up at his face, the confusion obvious and growing. "What's wrong?"

His only answer was to push the shocked brunette off on him, the vampire sick at his stomach as he finished his drink and put the drink down on the side table as he stood. "Thank you, Katherine."

From where she gathered herself on the sofa, she narrowed her eyes on him warily. "For what?"

"If you hadn't groomed Damon and I for this life, I wouldn't be to do what I have to do." Stefan clenched his fists, still unhappy and yet determined.

With that he wiped his mouth and turned and walked away, leaving Katherine alone in the living room.

"It's time for So True/So False!" Giuliana announced as she turned to the screen as video images appeared. "Jason, has Bill Paxton dissed Taylor Swift for being such a serial dater? This is So False! The actor actually said more girls should follow in the singer's footsteps and not settle down so quickly with one boy!"

"That's interesting," Jason blinked, genuinely appearing curious at the revelation as the video changed. "Next on So True/So False-and this one should be really interesting for you Giuliana-is there a new leading lady in John Winchester's life?"

Giuliana gasped. "Say it isn't so!"

Jason made a face. "This is actually So True. We have video-graphic evidence of John Winchester leaving the apartment at three in the morning of none other than Ruby DeMonique, who everyone will know very well as having played the succubus Sapphire on Paranormal." The video appeared, showing John and Ruby kissing in the darkness of the night, along with some very heavy petting, before he finally entered his car and drove away. "It seems like things with his fellow co-star and on-again-off-again girlfriend Lois Lane are definitely off again."

Giuliana raised an eyebrow, a hand on her hip as she tapped a foot on the ground. "Or they will be once she sees this footage."

"You'd never think that acting would be this tiring," Lois groaned as they waited at the red light. "But sometimes I think it's more tiring than hunting."

"I think you're good at it." Chloe leaned against the seat and turned towards her cousin with a small smile. "You seem like a natural."

A small smile touched Lois' face. "Thanks, but to be honest the only reason I did it was to keep myself from going insane while you were gone. I had too much time on my hands and I no idea whether you were alive or dead-." She turned to Chloe. "I know you'd said that if you wanted to remain hidden you should hide forever, but I didn't know if you were hiding or dead. It was killing me and I needed something to keep me busy or I'd do something stupid."

Chloe frowned as she gazed at her cousin. "I'm a seriously sucky person."

Lois laughed as she shook her head. "I wouldn't say that now, but I did curse you more than once during the time you were gone." The light changed to green and she pressed on the gas. "By the way, I should warn you, I overheard some of the writers talking about how it'd help the ratings if you guest-starred in a couple of episodes."

Chloe frowned. "Episodes? As in plural?"

"Yup." Lois nodded. "From the little I managed to overhear, they had a mini-arc that they felt your character would be perfect for, and they wanted to talk to you about guest starring for those episodes. I figured I should give you fair-warning because knowing them they're going to spring this on you when you least expect it."

Chloe frowned. "I'm not an actress, I don't get why they'd want me for multiple episodes. Why not just one episode to clarify that the demon had just been messing with Sam and Dean's character's when he mentioned mine was the soulmate of one of them?"

"You could always counter-pitch that to them," Lois offered.

"True." Chloe made a face. She was silent and deep in thought the rest of the way to the safehouse, and was only dragged out of her thoughts when she noticed Stefan sitting on the front steps, a stormy expression on his face. "Something must've happened."

Lois waited as the security system let them in before driving inside. "Wonder what."

As soon as the car parked, Chloe slipped out, Stefan by her door and pressing her to the metal in a deep kiss. The blonde whimpered as her hands went to his hair, not sure what had happened or what was going on, but understanding that he needed her, needed comfort, and was more than willing to give it to him.

"I'll, uh, be inside," Lois cleared her throat as she went towards the front door.

Stefan pulled away enough to breath out: "Katherine is out so you have the place all to yourself."

"Cool!" Lois grinned, in a much better mood as she hurried to get as far away from them as possible.

Chloe ran her fingers through Stefan's hair, her fingertips massaging his scalp as she brought his forehead to hers. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he breathed as he closed his eyes and brought his hands to her her hips. "Nothing at all." Stefan pressed his lips to her in soft kisses before he once more rested his forehead against hers. "I just don't want to be left alone with her ever again."

"Sorry." Chloe tilted her head to press peppered kisses up his jaw. "Sounds like you've had a rough day."

"It's getting better," he tilted his head to give her better access.

Chloe chuckled as she curled her fingers through the loops in his pants and brought him closer to her as her kisses turned to nibbles. "We haven't had time for each other since we've come here, have we?"

"Nope, we haven't," he agreed, his hands going from her hips to under her shirt, his calloused hands rough yet tender against her skin. "But I didn't want to complain. That's Damon's job."

She snorted in amusement. "Yes, it is." She nipped at his earlobe playfully. "But you can complain sometimes too, you know. This can't be easy for you, and Damon can't be the only one getting spoiled all the time."

He chuckled darkly as he lifted Chloe so that she was sitting on top of the car's hood. "Don't let him hear that."

Chloe smiled and parted her thighs as Stefan stepped between them. "I think he knows-."

Stefan's hands pushed her skirt high up her thighs as his lips attacked her neck.

Chloe's eyes closed as her core throbbed when she heard the soft sound of a zipper lowering. "Stefan."

"I had a really rough day," Stefan whispered harshly as, with a quick series of movements, he freed himself, pulled her underwear to the side, and then buried himself deep inside of her with a thrust of his hips.

A cry escaped her lips as the blonde arched her back, leaning hard on her elbows as he kept himself hilt-deep inside of her.

The male vampire made a small, circular motion with his hips and then hissed, his eyes darkening, veins appearing down his paling face as his features sharpened in desire. "I've missed this-being like this with you. It's been too long."

Chloe's eyes fluttered open, a small, teasing smile playing on her lips as she rolled her hips into his as she curled her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper, relishing his look of choked delight. "It's only been a couple of days."

Stefan's only answer was to pull his shirt off of his head and to throw it to the ground as he gave her a deliberately rough thrust.

Chloe whimpered in pleasure, her nails digging into the car's paint job (Lois was going to kill them), the blonde staring up at her sire through her eyelashes, that teasing smile growing as she began to slowly unbutton her shirt.

His gaze followed the action hungrily, his cock throbbing within her as he began to move, momentarily distracting her with the sensation. "Don't stop."

Reminded of what she'd been doing, Chloe's smile returned and she chuckled. "Yes sir." The blonde continued her slow unbuttoning, a cry escaping her lips when he hit something inside of her that had electricity racing throughout her body and her back arching, and then Stefan's hands were joining hers and his mouth descending on her lace bra. "Stefan!"

He chuckled, the feeling reverberating around her mound as he sucked on the flesh, nibbling as he shifted his body and trailed his hand up hers to bury his fingers in her hair. His teeth teased her nipple through the wet material of her thin bra as his fingers clenched a handful of her golden locks, the vampire thrusting slowly and deeply into his girl.

"That feels so good." Chloe's body was a mess of tingles as her hands went to his head, her fingertips messaging his scalp encouragingly, the girl arching her back and offering more of her breast to his mouth as she rolled her hips into his.

Stefan groaned. He seemed to lose himself in his thrusts, his desire. His fangs descended and pierced through the lace of her bra, and skin. Blood flowed upwards and filled his mouth as his thrusts began to grow fiercer.

Chloe threw her head back and bit down on her bottom lip, a choked groan stuck in her throat as the pleasure doubled inside her. Her grip around Stefan's hips tightened as her hips bucked instinctively, desperately, and she pulled his head harder to her breast, urging him to continue suckling from her as she grew wetter and wetter from his ministrations. "Yessss…. Stefan! That feels-! More! Please!"

Stefan freed his fangs from her skin and lifted his head, her blood running down his chin, an odd, possessive look on his face as he covered her body with his completely and kissed her hard. His cock stilled within her torturously as her sire kissed her deeply, hungrily, fully, almost as if he'd never kissed her before. That cock twitched and throbbed deep inside of her, letting Chloe know just how desperately he wanted to move within her, to fuck deep inside of her, and the knowledge made it all the more amazing and torturous. She didn't understand what was going on with Stefan, or why this moment with him was so different than usual (as he was usually a bed and candlelight sort of guy) but she was loving it so much she wasn't going to ruin anything by asking.

Instead, Chloe cried into his mouth, fighting the urge to beg for him to move, to continue thrusting deep into her. She kissed back, gave just as good as he was giving, and fought every impulse which screamed for her to roll her hips and fuck him if he wouldn't fuck her. It was hard though, especially when every couple of seconds his cock would twitch inside of her with desire and send chills of wanton lust throughout her whole body that made her literally whimper into Stefan's mouth. It got to the point where she was so aware of his cock inside of her, of its length and its girth, of every bit of it, its feel, everything, it was driving her to insanity. She could cry.

She'd always said Damon was the sadist, but tonight she was beginning to reconsider that assumption because if her sire didn't start moving soon, if she didn't feel that cock do more than twitch and throb tauntingly within her, she might just die.

Almost as if he could read her thoughts, or maybe because he was on the brink himself, Stefan growled and began moving once more within her. Despite the tension in his arms, in the desperation in his kiss, in the way he obviously just wanted to bury himself repeatedly inside of her and let go-her sire controlled himself and tortured them both by going horribly slow.

Her body, which had already been overly-sensitive, was on fire, her every nerve-end tingling viciously.

Chloe ran her fingernails harshly down Stefan's back, drawing blood on purpose, sharp pleasure coiling tight in the pit of her stomach at an alarmingly rapid rate given how slowly torturous his thrusts were.

In response Stefan groaned and arched his back, forcing his cock deeper inside of her and hitting something inside of her that caused a white heat to explode in her head.

The blonde saw nothing but white, her mind going blank as that coil snapped inside of her, pleasure exploding violently outwards. She screamed and dug her nails harder into Stefan's back as she leaned her head hard against the cool metal of the car hood.

Stefan groaned a curse, his thrusts finally growing urgent and fast as she tightened around him in her orgasm, the vampire's hips meeting hers loudly over and over until he finally stiffened and climaxed. Her sire gazed down at her, his faced twisted in pleasure, before he collapsed on top of her, resting his weight on his elbows, remaining lodged deep within her.

Chloe smiled softly as she pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Stefan closed his eyes, a contented expression on his face as he rested his cheek against her breast.

The blonde took in a deep breath as she caressed his hair and closed her eyes.

"I don't want to lose you."

Chloe's eyes flew open in surprise. "What in the world happened to you today?"

Stefan remained lying on her, head over her heart. "I don't particularly like sharing you with Damon."

That was news to her considering both vampires had always seemed quite happy with the arrangement.

"But I do it because you make Damon a better person... vampire… being." Stefan gave another sigh as his hand rose to cup her breast. "And to be honest, I missed my brother." He gave a dark little chuckle. "All these centuries as vampires we have never been able to friends, like we were as humans. The only time we have been able to do so has been since we met you." Stefan began to massage her lace-covered breast softly, thumb rolling over her nipple. "He was once my best friend, and while I know that we'll never be what we once were, I feel like I can rely on him now." There was a pause. "I haven't been able to truly say that, and feel that, with confidence in too many centuries to count."

Chloe listened intently to his words, knowing he was telling her something important, but the feeling of him caressing her breast was sending electric chills down her body.

"It's why I can't complain, because I suppose I love and want my brother in my life more than I want you to be exclusively mine and lose him completely." Stefan sounded guilty. "What does that say about me?"

Chloe continued to caress Stefan's hair soothingly, a little confused. "That you value family above all else, and that's something I agree with." She licked her lips. "I'm just a little confused why you think that if you and I became exclusive, that you'd lose Damon." She gave a little grin. "Damon's the biggest playboy in the book. I mean, his picture's probably under the definition of "Casanova" in the Oxford Dictionary. I doubt he'd really mind."

Stefan chuckled darkly and pressed a kiss to her heart. "Word of advice: Damon cares about you a lot more than you think he does." Stefan finally shifted enough so that he was looking at Chloe in the face. "And if he thinks for one minute that the Winchesters are a real threat to his relationship with you, he'll kill them."

Chloe frowned, a chill racing down her back. "What?"

"For their own safety, it's best you assure him they aren't." There was something very odd with Stefan tonight as he stared at her, his hips giving an unexpected thrust deep inside of her, stealing her breath away. "As soon as you can reassure him that he's not going to lose you to the Winchesters, or to anyone else, he'll calm down and won't do something stupid."

Chloe stared up at Stefan's face before she suddenly realizing something and grabbed him by his neck. In a split second the vampires were in a reversed position, Stefan lying on his back on the hood of the car, and Chloe straddling him, eyes narrowed, expression disturbed. "This has nothing to do with Damon, Stef."

Stefan opened his mouth and tried to sit up.

Chloe pushed him back down. "This has to do with you and whatever the hell happened between you and Katherine today." She stared down at him thoughtfully as she gave a slow buck of her hips, moving their still combined bodies, watching the pleasure twist his face. "What did she do to you, Stef? What did she say to mess you up inside like this?"

"Nothing." Stefan's hands went to her hips.

The blonde slapped them away. "What…" Chloe slowly pushed up and down on her knees, rising and lowering onto his hard cock. "…did she say…" She trailed a nail down Stefan's abs towards their combined bodies, feeling his muscles spasm under her touch. "…to you?"

Stefan flung his head back and groaned, clenching his hands at his side as he thrust his hips up into her. "It doesn't matter!"

Chloe closed her eyes, losing herself to the sensation against her better judgement, the pleasure of him sliding in and out of her so furiously momentarily causing her to forget why she was doing this.

"She was wrong." Stefan's voice was harsh, angry, unlike Stefan.

Chloe opened her eyes and stared down at him, her eyes wide as she saw his vampiric face, the sight reminding her all-too much of the day he'd killed her. "Stefan?"

Something in her voice must have reached him in whatever dark placed his mind had trapped him, because Stefan, her Stefan, reappeared, his vampiric face slowly disappearing into shame. "Chloe, I-I'm sor-."

The blonde silenced him by leaning down and kissing him deeply, shifting her body so that she was draped over him, their bodies still connected as she twisted her hips, urging him to continue.

Stefan leaned up on his elbow as the fingers of his free hand dove into her hair, cupping the back of her head as he kissed her deeply. He angled his hips so that when he thrusted up into her, he hit her in that place where he knew she saw stars.

"Stefan…" she whispered against his lips, voice a groan. "You could never lose me." Chloe gasped as he thrusted deeper within her. "Stop worrying that I'll run away from you-I won't. I didn't run away when I came here, I promise."

"I'm your sire, Chloe." Stefan's voice shook as he groaned, his grip on her hard, his lips hungry on hers. "Never thought I'd pull that card-but I might."

She didn't understand what he meant, but the pleasure was too great, it was clouding her reason, and she kissed him hard, silencing any further words as she came once more.

Stefan kissed her deeply, thrusting up into her, riding her through her climax before he groaned, gave a couple of desperate thrusts, buried himself to the hilt, and shot deep within her womb.

The vampires collapsed on the car, kissing each other softly as they rode through the haze of pleasure together.

Chloe smiled as she felt him twitching inside of her. "We're going to have to buy Lois a new car."

Stefan leaned his head back and laughed. "Yeah-I hadn't thought of that, but we probably are going to have to do that."

The blonde stared hungrily at Stefan's bottom lip before she reached out and nibbled on it as she rocked her hips against his, feeling him already growing from half-mast to full. "Well, since we're getting her a new car…"

Stefan merely grinned before he reached up and pulled the laughing girl down for yet another kiss.

TBC