AD OCCURSUM FAMILIA/ Welcome to the family

Disclaimer: These characters are the creative property by the writers of The Vampire Diaries and CW. No copyright infringement is intended. Only the plot belongs to me.

Author: TLC

Rating: M/ Explicit

Word count: 1, 027

Summary: Let's make a conspiracy theory.

Prompt: "What do we have here?"

Warning: Pairings include Bonnie/Kol & slight Bonnie/Rebekah (basically implied).

Her throat was a long line of glistening sun-kissed skin in the inky darkness of the room. Spread eagle on his bed with her wild curls fanned out and chest heaving, knees shaking – she was the loveliest thing he'd ever seen. She'd looked willing, no, eager to be corrupted, debauched and utterly torn down.

Kol had never felt more alive than in this moment.

"Darling –"He began.

"Enough…," She panted, biting at her plump lower lip. The flush in her cheeks could have burnt the world down. "…with the pet names. Just call me Bonnie. Just Bonnie."

"Bonnie," he corrected himself, and smiled against her bare thigh using one of his fangs to make a small incision on the limb in which he greedily latched on to. Her fingers pinched into the skin of his skull – directing his attention back to the task on hand.

Licking what remnants of her blood on his teeth and lips, Kol feigned what he hoped came across as a chastised look. "Right," He chuckled, "What do you want?"

"I want – I want –"

"Use your words, Bon-nie." Kol taunted, voice teasing and faint as if he was a ghost, a mere shadow that she couldn't grab on to even as she writhed beneath him and fisted her hands in his hair, her nails raked down his neck, left welts that stung with pleasure and pain.

God, he just wanted to consumer her – entirely.

"You know what I want, blood-sucker!" Bonnie snarled, half sitting up. Her hair fell across her tits. Kol ran a thumb idly over her nipple, it pebbled under his touch and she made a sweet sound, cotton-candy incarnate.

"Say it," He purred slyly.

"Fuck me already," Bonnie breathed, desperation in her voice. "Please, please, Kol, please just –"

"Fuck you?" He asked, "How?"

She made a high-pitched noise of frustration in the back of her throat, tugged him closer to her cunt, "I don't care, just do it!"

"Well with that kind of sweet talk how can I resist?" He hummed almost happily locking a firm line between the lips of her pussy and sucked her clit between his own lips.

Bonnie gasped, startled, "You don't care, huh?" Kol quoted curiously, "So you wouldn't mind if I flipped you over and fucked you on all fours?" She moaned at the image and his fingers slipped in absent minded as he spoke – lost in his dirty, delicious thoughts, "Maybe you should ride me – use me and take anything you want from me?" The witch's body shuddered, tiny miniscule tremors that even had her long and curved lashes fluttering like a little bird. "Or I could eat you out until you come so hard that I could do everything I want and you – my darling," He hissed harshly against her parted mouth, "would not be able to do a damn thing against me."

He's practically breathing into her mouth, his eyes set on her green and glazed orbs and the tears that line it but he couldn't tear himself apart from her.

She whimpered a pathetic mewl then, "Please, Kol," She sighed for him.

Just for him.

Kol finally pressed a kiss on her lips – one that was brutal and had too much teeth yet Bonnie only pulled him closer. Pushing apart, she urged him back down her body and he took the moment to enjoy the feeling of her breasts brushing against his body.

He didn't waste any time when faced with her wet, dripping slit nor hesitated to slip his tongue inside her flesh. He chuckled when he heard her curse, and the sound reverberated through her – sent waves of heat coiling through her veins and made her fingers twitch in the sheets. The lights in the room flickered and for a few brief moments there was only darkness and Kol. Her heart stuttered and skipped in beat then Kol's tongue curled up inside of her.

"Oh god," She choked off, arched upwards, "Oh god, Kol –"

His hand pressed down on her abdomen, pressed down hard to keep her from moving, fingers splayed wide. His hands were big, big enough to curve around her hips as his tongue made her see white.

"Fuck, fuck, OH FUCK – "she shrieked, legs thrown over his shoulders, the sharp edges of her elbows like beautiful lines pressing into the mattress.

Her orgasm hit her like a punch in the gut, left her breathless and shaking. Kol kissed all the tender parts of her quiet; the inside of her ankles, behind her knee, the under curve of her sternum, the pulse point of her wrist, the soft spot where her chin met her neck.

"Did I give you what you want?" He asked, cheekily, watching her with eyes that bled red and black.

"Yeah," Bonnie admitted softly, a tiny smile curving up her cheeks. And Kol had to resist every urge in his body to not give in and suck Bonnie dry, even as she smelt –tasted so sweetly.

"And what do we have here?" A pitched voice disrupted their already tentative peace. Kol peered over his shoulder to glare at the intruder, there Rebekah stood in his doorway staring at them with unabashed interest.

"Bugger," Kol muttered to himself, annoyed, but couldn't help turning his attention back to the witch.

Bonnie's eyebrow arched delicately as he crawled back up her body and when he kissed her, the taste of her own cum was thick in her mouth. The press of his cock against her thigh was a welcome reminder that they were both boldly naked.

In front of Rebekah.

Bonnie hid as much as she could under Kol as Rebekah approached them. Somewhere along the way the other original lost her shirt and was now kneeling by her on the bed.

"We're not done, are we?" Bonnie couldn't help ask, or veil the hope in her tone.

Rebekah kissed her this time, slow and dangerous. Kol and Rebekah both stared at her, like hungry, starving vampires – and Bonnie's breath hitched.

"No, Bonnie Bennett," Rebekah cooed, voice velvety smooth, "Not even close."

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And for once, Kol had to agree with his sister.