AN: Hi, I'm back with another chapter. I'm so sorry you had to wait so long but I'm still going through a rough patch. Anyway, here's the next chapter, I hope you like it. I had to write it whilst doing coursework, but I've tried my hardest. Don't hate me too much.


It takes one month of them living together for them to finally have their first argument. "How many times do I have to ask you to do something before you actually do it, Niklaus?" She snaps, hands on her hips as she glares at him. "Don't use my full name over something so stupid," he scoffs, grabbing the top the trash bag and pulling it from the side. "Yes, I'm sorry, it was stupid of me to want our house to be clean and not attract rats or some other vermin with the stench of rotting trash," she barks back sarcastically. "You only asked me twice and I said I'd do it later!" He argues back whilst walking to the door. "Yes, you said that this morning and then after lunch, it's now three in the afternoon," she points out as she follows him to the door. "This also happens every time I ask you to take it out!"

"Stop being so bloody anal about everything!" He growls, loudly slamming the lid of the bin outside. "My apologies, I'll change that right away," she shouts angrily, "What else would you like me to change? Do want me only speak when spoken to? Do as I'm told like I'm your slave? God, you're an ass!" He rolls his eyes and she breaks, spinning from him and stomping in to the lounge.

"Where are you going now?" He demands as she pulls on her coat. "I'm going shopping with your credit card!" She hisses before grabbing her bag and keys, stuffing his card in her purse as she before slamming the front door behind her with force. He sighs agitatedly, dropping on to the sofa and rubbing his face. His phone beeps and he practically dives on it the hope that its Caroline, even just to tell him he's an ass. It's not. It's Rebekah. Caroline just asked me to go angry shopping. What did you do? He rolls his eyes and ignores it, knowing Caroline's blown up story will cover every detail.

He finds himself painting in his study, painting crimson on to a black canvas with busting golden lines like lightning. No matter what he does, she influences his work - the blue of her eyes, the pink of her lips, the gold of her hair, the red of her cheeks, her light, her laughter, her smile, her everything.

As soon as he hears the front door, he bolts out to the top of the stairs, meeting her and her mountain of bags. He looks up and winces at the scowl on her face, obviously waiting. "I'm sorry," he mumbles, taking a cautious step forward. She turns and walks away from him, silently making the way in to the bedroom and unpacking all her new clothes. He sighs to himself, realising this is one of those "sorry isn't good enough" arguments. "Caroline, sweetheart, can you just.. stop and listen, please?" He begs, relief flooding him when she walks out of the wardrobe even though she glares whilst waiting for him to continue.

"I should've taken out the trash, every time you asked. I shouldn't have complained about you being anal because I actually find your incessant cleaning and organising quite cute and it keeps the house clean and I like it. I shouldn't have shouted at you and I'm sorry. I don't like fighting with you, sweetheart," he looks at her hopefully and she slumps, giving in and looking at her feet. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you in the first place," she mutters, shuffling her feet, "I don't like fighting either... I bought you an apology present." She looks up at him under her lashes and he raises his eyebrows shocked.

She plays with the band of her coat before pulling it open, letting it fall to the floor and reveal the black corset and matching underwear with stockings and suspenders. He smirks and walks over, picking her up and locking his mouth on to hers. After dropping her on to the bed, he pulls off his shirt and kicks off his shoes. She smirks back up at him as she undoes his jeans and pushes them down, trailing open mouthed kisses down his torso.

He can't wait any longer, turning her on to her front and pulling the black ribbons until they're loose enough for her to tug the thing from her and toss it away. He snaps the thing strings of the waste of material she called underwear and throws it towards the bin. Bracing her arms on the bed whilst he pushes down his boxers, she looks over her shoulder to meet his eyes. Thrusting in to her suddenly, he grabs her hips and moves them to meet his pace.

She stands up, arching her back and finding a new, deep angle whilst grabbing the back of his head and smashing their lips together in a hungry kiss. Hard, fast, desperate, rough, sorry, loving, bruising, deep, loud, passionate. She falls forward, spent and weak, and he holds her up by the stomach as he continues pounding in to her until he finds himself roaring out with release. They clamber in to bed, breathing heavily and sweating as they curl up and he holds her tightly. "I'm sorry, I love you," she blurts, twirling the outgrown hair at the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, I love you, too," he smirks back, kissing her before they head off to the shower to prepare for dinner.

Cooking in nothing but one of his shirts and her underwear, she dances around the kitchen and prepares the food. He walks in wearing a pair of sweats and comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck. "Anything I can do, love?" He purrs, biting her earlobe teasingly. "Cut the vegetables," she offers, shoving him away and continuing her dancing to the faint music coming from her phone. He watches her for a moment, smirking when she spins around and offers a show of her ass as well as a nice view of her cleavage in the half-open shirt.

The front door shakes with the force of someone's knocking and they freeze, looking to one another confused whilst she walks over to the laundry basket and pulls out a pair of shorts just in case. He runs a hand down her arm and goes to answer the door. Throwing it open, he prepares for a fight, rather than a sobbing Rebekah jumping and clinging on to him. He calls for Caroline desperately, manoeuvring his mess of a sister in to the foyer.

Caroline, thankfully, manages to pry Rebekah off him and lead her to the lounge where she holds the younger blonde and soothes her. He walks in to the kitchen and finishes making dinner, thankful that it looks to be enough for three people.

Caroline strokes Rebekah's hair as she calms down, at least enough to talk. "I-I was dating this guy," she stammers breathlessly, "H-he was so great and I-I really liked him. He - He said I was heating on him with Stefan, but I wasn't! He got so mad and he - he tried to grab me and I ran! I- I didn't think he was like that! I was so scared!" Caroline frowns, tensing her jaw as she pulls Rebekah back to her. "What was the douchebag's name?" She asks angrily, Rebekah's head snapping up at the fury in Caroline's voice. "T-Tyler L-Lockwood," Rebekah whispers, watching Caroline's eyes widen. "That mother fucking-" She cuts off when Klaus enters the room wearily, now wearing a shirt he's obviously gotten out of the basket judging by the wrinkles.

"Bekah, why don't you go get some dinner and we'll be right in," Caroline suggest, rubbing Rebekah's arms before pulling the girl to her feet. She looks between them wearily, but knows there's no arguing when Caroline is in "mother hen mode" as she and the other girls call it. Caroline's motherly tendencies to protect them no matter what have gotten her in trouble in the past, apparently. "Tyler fucking Lockwood," she hisses at Klaus, "When I get my hands on that bastard I'm going to-" he cuts her off by puling her to him, hands around the back of her neck and their mouths moving frantically and desperately. He pulls back and looks at him confused as he smirks at her slightly. "Sorry, but you have no idea how hot you are when you're angry," he growls, kissing her again before finally focusing on the task at hand.

"This is the ass of an ex that harassed you, right?" He asks, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it again to refuel his anger. "Stefan may have gotten another call from him," she whispers, looking down at her feet sheepishly. "What?" He bursts, pulling her chin up to look at him again. "Why didn't you tell me?" He demands with pursed lips. "Stefan didn't tell me for a couple of weeks and by that time, he'd stopped asking for me. If I knew he was using Rebekah then I would've said something, obviously, but I didn't even know who the boyfriend was! I don't even think she knows Tyler is my ex," she hisses back, trying to keep her voice down.

"I'm going to kill him. Slowly. Painfully," Klaus snarls, letting his hands drop from her face. It's Caroline this time that brings him into a forceful angry kiss, biting his lips and sucking them until they're swollen. He growls and grabs her waist, kissing her back with as much ferocity as she gives him until they're both breathless. "We should go console your sister," she offers, panting with her breasts heaving against his chest. "Yeah, then you can tell me what he did to her," he agrees, eyes boring in to her to tell her there's no way out of it. She nods, turning and leading him by the hand in to the kitchen where Rebekah sits picking at the pasta bake sadly.

The three talk about nothing and everything to keep Rebekah's mind off her heartbreak and Klaus' mind off murder. Rebekah eventually loosens up and they let her stay in the guest room after watching movies and pigging out on junk food. The couple collapse on the bed, not bothering to even change and just lying naked on the bed (not that either of them are complaining about that). "I imagine this is what having a teenage daughter is like," Caroline mumbles, rubbing her eyes. "I hope we're blessed with sons," Klaus mumbles absently, freezing when she shoots up in the bed. "We?" She asks hesitantly. "Yes, well, erm, I, erm," he stumbles, leaning up on his elbows and rubbing the back of his neck nervously. She rolls on to her side and pecks his lips, easing his tension. "I would be honoured to have a family with you, Nik," she whispers, "I love you." He smiles and cups her face lightly. "I love you so much, sweetheart," he breathes, "And I'd be more than honoured to have a family with you, Caroline." She curls in to him when he finally lies down, her face nuzzled in the crook of his neck and his arms wrapped around her.
It still astounds him how his deepest fears dissolve when she's with him; love, commitment, trust... fatherhood.

Caroline and Rebekah go for retail therapy whilst Klaus calls Stefan. "Hey, Klaus, what's up?" Stefan sighs, rubbing his face. "Tyler fucking Lockwood," Klaus growls, anger flaring up at the name. "What? Has he contacted Caroline?" Stefan panics, the sound of him getting up from his seat and pacing muffled in the background. "No, apparently he's scared my sister and broke her heart, though," Klaus informs, "She was dating him, not knowing he was Caroline's arsehole ex. My little sister practically broke down our front door sobbing because he thought she was cheating on him with you and then he manhandled her and she drove here. Do you happen to know where he is?" There's a pause before Stefan's answer finally comes through. "I'll pick you up in five minutes."

They sit down on either side of the well built tanned male and he looks between them. "Oh great, it's both men that took my leftovers," Tyler quips drunkenly. "You hurt my sister, I don't take kindly to that," Klaus says, bringing his beer to his lips slowly. "And now you just insulted the woman I love. I'd be careful about your next move, Lockwood." Klaus finally takes a sip from the cold bottle with his eyes straight ahead. "You've already got my uptight bitch of an ex, what do you want? And you've got the other one, the cheating skank-"

Tyler's words are cut off by Stefan's fist in Tyler's face. There's a crunch but Klaus doesn't know if it was Stefan's finger cracking or Tyler's bloody nose breaking. The brute falls back off his chair, landing on his ass and glowering up at Stefan who rises to his feet. "Maybe not, eh, mate?" Klaus offers, resting a hand on Stefan's chest. The two share a look before leaving with Klaus throwing down a fifty. "Sorry about that, love," he apologises to the bartender, feeling Tyler's glare on his back.

The pair round the corner and a hand on Klaus' shoulder pulls his back against the wall. A punch lands on his cheekbone before Stefan reacts, grabbing Tyler's shoulders and kicking the back of his legs. The drunken fool falls to his knees and Klaus uppercuts him to the jaw. A siren warbles nearby and he raises his arms in surrender as a police car pulls out of the shadows nearby and rolls over to them. Two cops get out and take their statements, listening to the pair and giving them a warning since their story leaves them innocent.

"We went to the bar to find Tyler to ask why he thought my sister was cheating on him with my friend here. He was too drunk to have a real conversation with and it turned in to an argument when he began insulting us, my sister and my girlfriend. Stefan threw the first punch but after a rather... uncouth remark about his sister - my girlfriend - and my sister - his friend. I stopped it, we left and you saw what happened here."

Once the cops drag Tyler's unconscious body and take their details, they leave for home.

"You are an ass!" Caroline scolds whilst holding an icepack to Klaus' eye, "And you! You know Tyler, you knew it'd go down like this! God, I hate you both and we've only just made up!" Klaus winces when she pulls away the bag before forcefully replacing it. "I actually want to punch both of you. I get it, you're Bekah's brother, but look at what you ended up doing! She didn't want you fighting him, she wanted you supporting her. I know you did it because you want to protect her but God are you stupid. And you have had it out for Tyler since we broke up! I mean, you're just going to turn in to one of those bitter, lonely old men that shouts at the neighbourhood kids when they're on his lawn or too close to his house!"

Klaus pulls her to him, the bag dropping from his eye in surprise and he silences her with a kiss. Stefan clears his throat awkwardly when it gets too heated and she snaps out of her trance, pushing back and punching his shoulder. "Ouch," he mumbles, rubbing his new injury. "I'm mad," she glares. "I'm sorry," he pouts. She tries to hold her own against his puppy dog eyes, but she just wants to cuddle him because his black eye is already showing up an ugly red. "No," she mumbles defiantly, getting up from the sofa and leaving them to their own devices. "Don't bother coming to bed! You can sleep on the sofa!" She calls over her shoulder, feet stomping up the stairs. "Too bad, buddy," Stefan sighs unsympathetically, jaw aching from where Tyler's elbow whacked him. He gets up, patting Klaus' leg before making his way to the other spare room.

Blankets and the spare pillow land at the bottom of the stairs and he sighs, getting up and collecting his bedding for his night in the dog house. If Rebekah and Stefan weren't here, he'd sneak in to one of the spare rooms and have a real night's sleep but no they have to stay the night because it's late and they're family and it's what we do.