Rebekah and Stefan used his small, two bedroom apartment for their trysts. Klaus maintained a spacious townhouse, closer to a mansion, in town, but Rebekah never complained about the tiny bedroom that barely had room for his double bed and a dresser.

They were a volatile duo. The more Stefan tried to retreat from her the more demanding she got. She would goad him until he exploded, and their coupling threatened to break through the thin walls of the apartment. At first Lee and Caroline would rush out, but the noises soon became routine, and they just worked around the rough times, turning the volume up on the TV or shouting their German lessons.

After the explosion came the calm after the storm. She would play coy and back away from him, act like he had a say in what happened, always keeping him off balance. He was ambivalent about the situation. He didn't like being used, but the sex was sufficient to keep him distracted. Anything was better than dwelling on certain memories.

The only thing that was consistent was her careful watch on his feeding. She never allowed him to kill, knowing this would send him in a downward spiral. She relied on Lee and Caroline to monitor him if Klaus demanded her presence.

She sat at the kitchen table, looking, as she always did, out of place in the shabby room. Stefan was completing his German lessons when he felt her eyes on him. He looked up to see her solemnly staring at him.

"What?"

She sighed. "We'll go to my place tonight."

"Okay." Stefan shrugged it off. She probably wants to get back to some luxury.

The townhouse was empty when they entered. Rebekah held his hand and guided him upstairs to her bedroom. She kissed him tenderly and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I do love you."

"Is everything ok?" He wrapped an arm around her waist. Declaring her love was not part of her usual behavior.

She didn't answer his question, just pulled him inside.

Stefan was impressed. The king size bed was the focal point of the room, but the rest of the décor was stunning. Klaus had spared no money when it came to her room.

She pulled him over to the bed and urged him to sit. To his astonishment she pulled his shoes and socks off, stopping him when he attempted to do it himself. She eased off his jacket and then unbuttoned and removed his shirt. He was compliant, puzzled by her quiet businesslike manner. She then gently pushed him back on the bed and unzipped his jeans. He lifted his butt up so she could push the pants down and pull them off.

When he was completely naked she urged him into the center of the bed and stood looking at him. She smiled appreciatively, but sadly. "You really don't know how gorgeous you are!"

She slowly removed each piece of her clothing, holding his eyes with hers the entire time.

When she was naked she crawled up from the bottom of the bed until she straddled him. She leaned over and kissed him, her hands running over his chest and stomach. He lifted himself up off the bed to return her kiss. He eventually lifted her up and gently entered her, settling her down so she rested on her knees.

They made love in a much slower, more controlled way then their usual fierce frenzy.

He stared into her eyes as she licked her lips and moaned. He was confused when she kept the rocking motion going, but turned her head to the side.

His eyes followed her gaze and he froze.

Klaus stood in the doorway, grasping the doorframe with his left hand and leaning his head against the upraised arm. His eyes glittered as he stared at them. "Don't stop on my account!" His dimpled smile was as charming as ever.

Klaus pulled off his Henley and threw it on the floor. Stefan tried to edge back from Rebekah, but she clamped her knees on him and he was held fast.

Klaus quickly stripped his pants and shorts off and climbed on the bed wedging himself between Stefan's legs, behind Rebekah. He pushed her flat against Stefan and quickly joined them.

Rebekah grabbed his face between her hands and kissed him deeply as Klaus moved within her. Stefan alternated between repulsion and frantic excitement. Klaus never touched him, only smiled at him until Rebekah came.

Klaus groaned and came shortly after.

Rebekah and Klaus both collapsed on top of him. He was rigid beneath them, at a loss as to what to do or say.

Klaus laughed at him. "Stefan is a little freaked out, Rebekah."

She coolly replied, "Understandable. What exactly do you expect him to be nonchalant about? That we're brother and sister and having sex, or that he was part of a threesome?"

Klaus didn't bother to reply to her. He addressed his casually condescending remarks to Stefan instead. "You're so plebian. Sex is totally a matter of culture. There have been many societies where brothers and sisters were expected, no, required to marry each other in royal families." He cut Stefan off almost before his lips parted. "The Originals are the royals of the vampire world," he reminded him. "Remember what I told you? She's pure vampire and you and every other vampire are just diluted bloodlines. No one else is worthy of her.

"All sex, other than for procreation is a matter of culture. And "right" changes with what current society dictates. It goes in and out of fashion."

Stefan replied "I was born in 1864, and THAT was not part of my society."

Klaus rolled off Rebekah and slapped her on the butt. He ignored her little scream of outrage and ordered, "Everyone into the showers. We have tickets for a show, and it's rude to walk in after the lights go down."

He jumped up and headed off into the adjoining bathroom. Stefan objected softly, "I don't want to do this."

Her look wasn't unkind but her words held no hope. "Get used to it, Stefan. I brought you all the time I could. This is as long as he'd wait. It's part punishment, part pleasure, part I can do whatever I please. Klaus doesn't take no for an answer."