A/N: Love you guys! FREEDOM! 'MERICA! And all that good stuff ;) With Aurora and Klaus it's just a sex scene so if you want to skip it, go on ahead.
The Down Low
When breakfast was done and over with; everyone put their game faces on and fell silent, the air thick with tension. Viktor tapped his finger tips together a few times and glanced at Kol. Kol ran his fingers through his hair and looked at Jeremy. Jeremy then cleared his throat and kicked his sister in the shin. If anyone could break the awkward silence it was definitely her.
Elena cast a glare at her brother and faked a cough. She smiled, looking even more angelic then usual, and asked Viktor what he was doing in the United States. Kol acted as translator for both parties.
Viktor shrugged and responded "I have no idea. Truly, the last thing I remember is going to sleep on my bed, and then it seemed as if I blinked and I was here choking you."
After Kol translated everything back to Elena and Jeremy, Viktor asked a question of his own.
Kol raised his brows and looked at Jeremy, feeling curious himself.
"He wants to know how you became a hunter"
"Hmm…It was pretty weird. I killed this vampire before it could kill Bonnie and the next thing I know a tattoo formed on my hand. Hurt like a bitch too."
More translations were exchanged and more blanks were filled in as both sides became a bit more aware of the other. When they started getting into the more important things, Jeremy paid close attention to the information the older hunter had to tell.
"Why are there five hunters? Is there a specific purpose? And how come Connor can change his form and I can't?"
The hunter chuckled and told Jeremy everything he knew, through Kol.
"The five hunters are necessary to complete the prophecy that so many witches and psychics alike have foretold. There must be five hunters or else the prophecy will not be carried out properly, since we all have our specific duties. How you became one could have been entirely coincidental or it could have been all about what is in your genes.
You see we all have different 'labels' and different things we are gifted at doing. There is me and I am known as the 'guardian' I counter-act Silas's dark magic with a little magic of my own. I can also heal my fellow hunters and mortals, but not immortals.
Then of course there is James – he's British - great man, great man indeed. He dresses like he is going to a funeral all of the time, yet his personality outshines that gloom and doom bit he has going on. He's the 'death dealer' and he creates nothing but pain and destruction.
Let us not forget about Logan. He's Irish and kind of crazy. He is a specialist in weaponry and is considered the 'tracker'. Believe me you do not want to piss him off; did I mention he runs raster then the rest of us? Because he does.
Connor's types of hunters are probably the biggest ass holes around. He's just like all of the others before him. He acts like owns us all and that he's some type of team captain just because he can change his form. It's annoying, believe me. The five of us are supposed to act as one when we take down Silas, but Connor makes it all extremely difficult. He's the stupid 'trickster' the second hardest hunter to kill. That's why he came here you know, to try to show that he's better than you. Watch your back.
And you my friend! You are very powerful, the most powerful of us all. The infamous, 'key'. We can't start this mission until your mark is complete. You need to be protected, so within you there lives an alter-ego. He just runs on hunting instincts, nothing more. When you are weak, he will come out to play and oh, is he brutal! The sad thing is that since you are so inexperienced your instincts will pop up at random."
Jeremy's eyes widened as he tried to process all of this new information. He had an alter-ego? How…well…weird. Apparently he also was linked by a strict code of brotherhood with James, Victor, Logan, and Connor.
Viktor sat back in his seat and studied the young man in front of him.
"Would you like me to teach you?"
Kol was about to translate for Viktor when he looked up and noticed Jeremy's eyes had turned white again. Jeremy cocked his head to the side and smiled. He responded to Viktor in Russian.
"I would be honored"
Elena choked on her orange juice as the foreign language escaped her brother's lips.
"How-"
Viktor winked over at Elena.
"It is…ah… a thing with the…the eh…the bond. He will figure any languages we speak." The Russian grumbled in annoyance that his English was so broken, but he couldn't help it. While Jeremy could speak Russian now, it was only temporary since his other self was in charge. If anyone were to be in charge, it would be Jeremy since his gifts were so diverse.
Kol snorted "Your accent is terrible Jer-bear"
Jeremy blinked a few times at Kol and his eyes were chocolate-brown again. He smiled.
"It's not nearly as bad as yours, babe"
Aurora and Klaus
"We are so fucking kinky" Aurora said with a giggle as she glanced down at her husband. She had handcuffed his wrists to the bed posts, while she put on her sexy cop outfit. He didn't seem to mind and she was having a blast teasing him.
"Oh Christ I don't care! Just bloody fuck me already Aurora!" he was panting in deep powerful breaths as his exposed chest heaved up and down. She raked her nails down his chest and he shuddered from the gentleness of her touch. It was driving him mad and the worst part was that he could only moan and groan, while not being able to do a damn thing about it.
She leaned down and placed soft kisses up his chest and he made an approving sound in the back of his throat. It was kind of ironic, since when she was gentle with him he became instant putty in her hands, yet when she was rough he became rough only so she could put him back in his place.
His sexual preferences were ironic because you'd think Klaus would be all dominant and power hungry, but nuh-uh and if he ever was it would be a rare occasion. She made him feel safe, like he wouldn't be shunned for liking what he did. He knew he couldn't possibly be the only man out there who secretly craved a powerful woman…a bossy woman.
He was sick, he had to be…right? But with his wife brushing her exposed breasts against his chest the way that she was, he couldn't find it in himself to care.
She kissed his neck and found that sweet spot of his, that made his mouth open and his toes curl. He moaned and moved his arms to wrap around her body, but he was still handcuffed. Fuck!
She gently bit down on his neck and his breathing became choppy. She supported his head with one hand, while her other hand traveled south. A single finger slid down his chest, leaving a trail of fire behind as it did so. He felt as if his senses had been heightened even more-so then usual as he completely focused on just where she was touching him and how hard.
He still had his boxers on and he didn't know why she wouldn't just rip the damn things off. He thrust upward and whimpered pathetically, which was an odd sound to hear coming out of his mouth. His cock was actually hurting that's how badly he felt he needed to be touched.
She reached inside of his boxers and wrapped a hand around him, circling the head with the pad of her thumb. She spread the wetness that had gathered there due to the pre-cum oozing out of the tip and he shuddered violently. She began to pump his member up and down at an agonizingly slow pace and he snarled, his animalistic need taking over his body. He thrust into her hand as he tried to get some friction going, but she wasn't letting that happen just yet.
She sat up completely and pushed his hips down with one hand and tore his boxers off with the other. He made an annoyed sound in the back of his throat once she released her grip on him altogether. He needed her touch and he needed it now.
She kissed his perfect lips and he moaned, almost embarrassingly loud, when she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Their kissing became sloppy and rough as they both allowed their tongues to explore the others mouth in great detail. Before she completely pulled away she bit down on his bottom lip, so that it would slightly hurt, but he wouldn't bleed; just the way he liked it.
She released his lip and smirked.
"Are you going to behave now?" Her voice always changed when she was aroused and he loved it. It became…huskier, like she was two seconds away from just straight-up throwing him down and fucking him. Ego boost!
His wrists were tied together and he could barely breathe he was so fucking horny. Hell yes he was going to behave!
He nodded stupidly and she nibbled on his ear.
"Say it then"
Klaus fought against his restraints when he felt the intense need arise to touch her body, but that just wasn't happening.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES, okay? I promise I will behave! I'll do whatever you say just please stop teasing me!"
"Good boy" she whispered seductively
Aurora straddled his waist and before he knew what was happening he was completely inside of her. He felt like he was home as a sense of both comfort and relief washed over him. Her own supernatural speed was so mind-blowing sometimes. Her clothes were gone, he was inside of her, and she was whispering dirty things in his ear while he was still trying to process what the hell just happened.
"So…mmm…fuck - good so good!" he groaned as he slowly humped upwards, earning a moan from them both.
"You know you like it" she replied breathlessly and he lazily smiled as he watched her boobs bounce. She was on top of him with her hips moving in a circular motion as she moved up and down on his cock. At the same time Klaus picked up the pace and fucked her at vampire speed from his place below her.
She was right.
They really were kinky as fuck.
A/N: Never written a sex scene before, that's why I've been putting it off this whole time lol. Was it terrible? It probably was. Sorry about that, but hey I had to start somewhere right?
Connor and Damon chapter coming up!
Thanks for reading.