Hey guys! I'm sososososososo sorry for the delay but I've been so busy with uni that I just couldn't find the necessary time to write. I hope you're not too angry with me and that you'll like this chapter! It's a Mikaelson chapter!
XXV.
A cry tore off the relative peace of the Mikaelson mansion, followed by a wave of very creative insults and threats only the very melodious voice of Niklaus could utter. Elijah shut down his book. What was going on? What kind of mess had he made again?
Some glass broke. A new wave of insults ensued. Kol's voice rose up in the air, presumably trying to calm his infuriated brother.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" Rebekah' sweet voice interjected, "Is that Kol's voice?"
If it was Kol indeed, it meant that he had returned form his peculiar mission. Elijah could not wait to hear more about it. He did not spare any second replying to a stunned Rebekah and rushed to Niklaus' office.
"Wait!" Rebekah complained before she followed him suit.
The office was a mess alright. Niklaus was so red in the face, he looked like a helium balloon on the verge of bursting. Kol's hands were raised before himself as a shield.
"Please, brother, hear me out!" Kol tried again, taking a few security steps.
"What do you think you were doing?" Niklaus vociferated, sounding like a dragon ready to ignite the room through his nostrils, "Popping out of nowhere like that? I had just finished this painting!"
"If you didn't put your paintings on the floor, this would have never happened!" Kol tried to reason with him.
"And how do you think they can dry up?" Niklaus replied between clenched teeth.
"By staying on the canvas?" Kol proposed timidly.
Niklaus growled. He was going to turn, Elijah thought. And so did Kol. And Rebekah.
"This is my painting room!" he thundered, making the room tremble as much as his own muscles, a sign of his impending transformation, "I can put my paintings wherever I want! How was I suppose to know that some Luke Skywalker wannabe would pop on my most recent portrait?"
Elijah looked down the direction of what Niklaus' trembling finger was pointing at. Miss Forbes' face was now adorned with two muddy boot prints of the most unfortunate effect. He licked his lip to muster a chuckle.
"My apologies! I was not aware of the exact spot of my landing," a boy excused himself.
The sudden exchange brought Elijah's attention on the fifth person in the room he had not yet been aware of. It was a young bare feet adolescent, dressed as they used to dress a very long time ago, brown tunic and leather pants. He had a sharp jaw and high cheek bones, messy chestnuts hair and caramel eyes. He looked like a Mikaelson. He looked like a mix of Kol and himself. He was a Mikaelson.
"I don't remember giving you permission to speak!" Niklaus attacked the young boy, who looked down skittishly.
"Please, Aaron, turn him into a frog," Kol begged.
"Niklaus..." Elijah began.
"How dare you arrive in my property in such a fashion without warning?!" Niklaus continued, "Accompanied by the very brother I swore to avenge myself from!" he turned swiftly to Kol, "Your coffin is ready by the way! I booked you a nice submarine spot between two colonies of manta rays you'll have a blast hassling for the five upcoming centuries!"
Kol took a few steps back, puckering his lip while shaking his head vigorously.
"NIKLAUS!" Elijah's voice resonated through the room, effectively freezing the hybrid in this threat, "Enough!" he was using his alpha Mikaelson voice, the voice that always got him anywhere he wanted.
Niklaus shut his mouth with a pout and turned to his brother, "What?"
"I believe I know who our young friend is," he claimed as he stared at the boy fondly who shyly smiled back a him.
"I hope he's a friend, for I shall tolerate no intrusion of the sort!" the hybrid muttered.
Elijah paid him no heed, "Kol, is he whom I think he is?!"
Kol nodded.
"I suggest we all gather in the living room," Elijah ordered, "This is a serious matter we must all discuss."
Elijah turned smoothly, a very serious expression on the face. Niklaus sighed but took in his steps just after he had sent a death glare to the dark-haired stranger. Kol waited for Niklaus to be three good feet ahead before he too joined them. Only Rebekah remained rooted on her spot.
"But I was going to a meeting with Matt!" she whined.
"The human will have to wait! We're having a family reunion! Now!" Elijah answered.
"Family reunion? Are we gonna have family reunions whenever a stranger comes into the house now?" she shouted at them, but they already were in the next room.
"He is no stranger!" Elijah replied as he passed the door.
"Bloody hell!" Rebekah swore before she joined them.
Elijah was pouring some whiskey in a glass. He took a careful sip and turned to the kid who was standing awkwardly beside the fireplace.
"So, Aaron, I presume?" he began.
"Nice to meet you!" the kid replied shabbily, "All of you!"
"Yeah, yeah! Why should we care about one brat?!" Niklaus spat, looking straight at the kid who gulped down and looked away. Obviously he still had to recover from the premature loss of his painting.
"My dear Niklaus," Elijah began, clapping his tongue on his pallet, "You should be careful. Our young friend is older than he looks!" he said, amused in spite of himself.
Aaron chuckled.
"Why are you talking about this kid like you know him?!" Rebekah asked.
"Because I do! Somehow!" Elijah replied mysteriously, "He's family!" Aaron smiled. Kol closed his eyes and wished he could disappear. Elijah had to make it all mushy gushy...
"He's no vampire!" Rebekah noted with a frown.
"No, he's not..." he did not exactly understand what difference it would have made.
"He's a warlock!" Kol replied, "And super powerful at that!" he defied Niklaus with a fierce glare.
Elijah was thinking hard. He did not really know how to unleash the big news. Aaron agreed from his spot. Elijah raised an eyebrow. He could read minds? Aaron' smug smile was his answer.
"My name is Aaron. I was born in a Dener community a thousand years ago, from a witch and a warrior I believe you are familiar with," he explained. He sounded way more mature than he looked.
The room grew silent for a while. The air was thick with confusion.
"What?" Rebekah finally stuttered.
"What folly is this?" Niklaus completed, obviously displeased.
Rebekah noticed the way Elijah and Aaron seemed to be communicating with each other.
"When you say he's family, you mean it literally, don't you?"
"What do you think, Rebekah?" Kol rolled his eyes, "Ain't he look like a Mikaelson enough to you?
She went thoughtful a while, before she gasped and brought her hand to her mouth, "Oh my God!" she muffled behind her hand, "What did you do?!"
The oldest vampire frowned, "What did we do?" he repeated, confused.
"Did Mother know?" she whispered.
"Of course, she's the one who cursed him!" Kol hissed.
She turned to Elijah, "Did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Did you know of his existence?!"
"No! Of course I didn't! It was just as much of a shock!"
Rebekah looked alternatively at Aaron and Elijah, outraged, "Really?! And you go on and on about moral and rightful behavior! Shame on you!"
"Umh! Excuse-me," Aaron tried, "but I think you two are being terribly misled."
"Who was it?" Rebekah asked Elijah in a harsh tone, disregarding Aaron's intervention, "Don't tell me it was that slut, Tatia!"
"No wonder Mother was so furious!" Niklaus completed.
Elijah blinked several times. What was she talking about?
"What has Tatia anything to do with Aaron?" he exclaimed, deadpan.
"Well, half the thing apparently!" Klaus muttered.
Kol turned to Elijah again, "What are they talking about?" he insisted.
Elijah put his fingers to his temples. He could feel a terrible migraine arise. What were they speaking about? What was wrong with his siblings' mental stability? A spare glance at Aaron proved that the witch was equally lost and confused, looking at the encrypted show before him with the utmost perplexity.
Klaus snorted to a joke he might have made with his own mind, "Nay, the kid looks too much like Elijah!"
Rebekah nodded. They seemed to be performing an act of their own.
Kol turned to Elijah, "What are they talking about?"
"I don't know!" he turned to them, "What are you talking about?"
"What do you think?!" Rebekah replied harshly, "I don't know if I should find this cute or terribly unnerving! But as we say, like father like son!"
Elijah blinked, "Father is dead, and I don't have a son."
"Don't you now?"
"No. Why would you ever think that?!"
There was a moment of intense silent staring, "Wait, isn't he your son?"
"No I'm not!" Aaron replied vehemently," I am...
"Aaron is not Elijahs' son!" Kol cut Aaron off, "That's... ridiculous!" he began to laugh hysterically, falling on his knees, "Ahahaha! They thought Elijah was a daddy! Ohohohohoh! Daddy Elijah!" Elijah glared at him.
"So he's yours!" Niklaus accused after he too had glared at Kol, rolling round about on the carpet.
This stopped Kol from laughing and rolling, he straightened on his elbows and frowned at Niklaus, "I'm gay!"
"So what?! Does it make you sterile?!"
"I'm a vampire!" he stood up, "I'm a gay vampire!"
"Well, that's a shallow excuse!" Rebekah interjected.
"If he's not our nephew, then who is he?" Niklaus asked, turning to Aaron, "Who are you?"
"I'm Aaron," he waited for a moment. When no reaction came, he dug into the details, "I'm your brother!"
After that, chaotic silence ensued.
"That's not possible!" Rebekah whispered as she looked down on the carpet.
"I can assure you that it is!"
Klaus raised up from the sofa and began to pace, "So you're saying that Mother trapped you in a box for a thousand years and let you to rot there until Kol went all heroic and rescued you?!"
"Hey! I can be heroic!" Kol defended himself, which earned him a doubtful glare from Niklaus (and Elijah).
"That sums it about right."
"This is ridiculous!" Rebekah whined, "The most far-fetched story I've ever been told!"
"Do you truly expect us to believe that crap?"
Aaron's eyes flashed a bit, causing them to back off, "Very well, if it's proof you need, proof you shall have."
The room suddenly changed. They were propelled a millennium ago, in the very same movie that had played in Kol's mind. They saw Esther and Mikeal arguing, the boy interfering before being sentenced to life imprisonment.
"Was it enough to satisfy you, or should you need more?" he asked when everything was back to normal.
They were terribly silent.
Kol rolled his eyes, bored, "This is all super cute, but could we go back to the problem at hand and take care of Silas?! Because I think we might be running out of time very soon!"
This seemed to shake Rebekah from her trance, "Silas?"
"Yes, Aaron and I are going to destroy him!" Kol explained with an evil smile.
"Wait a minute, what about the cure?!" she promptly inquired.
Kol rolled her eyes, "Oh for God sake!" What was everybody's problem with that damn cure?!
"I need the cure!" Rebekah insisted.
"Please, Bekah, be serious for a moment. You don't want to take that cure! You don't really want to be human again!" Kol dismissed.
"I surely do! I want to start over!" as Kol was about to reply, she cut him off, "but I certainly don't want to talk about it to you! You wouldn't understand!"
"I sure as Hell don't!" Kol muttered, "You've made some poor decisions back in the day, but I must say, this one is up for a challenge!"
She glared at him.
"Enough!" Niklaus intervened. He turned to Aaron for more explanations.
"The cure is with Silas," the wizard explained, "It can only be taken once he's awake. Not before!"
"So even if you destroy Silas, my cure is still secure?! If I come with you, I'll be able to snatch it away?"
"Once he's dead, yes!"
Rebekah smiled, "Okay then let's go!"
"I need the map first."
"Don't you know where Silas is?"
Kol sighed, "No he doesn't. That's why we're here. We've come to get the props!"
"I need the map and the sword," Aaron explained, "And then, we should find Silas' location."
"You mean, you need my Hunter!" Niklaus accused, wary.
"The Hunter is the key to the map, the map is the key to Silas. So yes, I need Jeremy Gilbert."
"That might be a problem," Rebekah intervened.
"And why is that?"
"My Darling doesn't like vampires!" Kol proposed.
Elijah glared at him before turning to Aaron, "Jeremy's marking has barely grown. It will take months – years even – before it can lead to anywhere tangible."
"That's why I'm here. I can remedy that. I can use my magic to grow Jeremy's marking at once."
"Can you do that?" Rebekah asked.
The boy turned to her, eyes dark and ominous, "I can do anything."
She swallowed, feeling suddenly vulnerable. They all grew silent. The situation felt still very much surreal for them, apart from Kol who had had days to get accustomed to it.
"I will talk to Jeremy, convince him to join our cause!" Kol suddenly proposed.
Rebekah abruptly stood up, "No way! He wants the cure for his bitch sister! I won't let him get anywhere near it! The cure is mine!" she looked ans sounded like a determined tiger.
Kol sighed, "Jeremy won't follow us into Silas' den. He won't be anywhere near the cure, I promise you, dear sister. You will be able to get it for yourself and turn all pathetic and weak all over again. And I will watch you wither and die with sickening satisfaction," he hissed. He could not believe she wanted to be human again.
"You're a jerk."
"You're an idiot."
They kept their staring contest on until Niklaus stepped in, snapping his fingers in front of their eyes.
"And why would the Gilbert boy accept to listen to you anyway?" Rebekah eventually continued.
"We have a mutual understanding," Kol replied smugly.
Elijah chuckled ever so lightly, "I wouldn't call that mutual..."
Kol glared at him, "We spent three weeks together. We had time to bond."
"You kidnapped him," Rebekah slowly corrected him.
Kol blinked, "Precisely. Gave us time to get to know each other better."
"Oh! You mean the boy's traumatized for life?" she presumed.
"No! I treated him just fine! He even wanted to stay with me when Elijah came to get him away! Ask Elijah!" he turned to Elijah, feverish, "Tell them!"
The oldest Original vampire merely blinked, "Yes, Kol. In psychiatric terms we call that Stockholm Syndrome. It's a very common mental disorder among mentally traumatized humans."
Kol scowled, "My Darling is not traumatized! We may have some disagreements but we are fine!"
"Whatever, Kol," Niklaus disregarded him with a spiteful gesture of his hand, "Just bring us the boy if you can. And if you can't, I'll get him myself. Let's get this cure problem over with already!"
"Agreed!" Rebekah beamed, looking overexcited.
Kol shook his head. She was so pathetic.
"Aaron, I will show you to the sword," Elijah announced, sounding unsure when he pronounced the boy's name.
They all left the room, except for Kol and Rebekah who remained rooted on their spot, staring at each other in silence. Once in a while, Kol would look around him and pock the rug with the tip of his shoe. The air in the room was thick, almost too thick to breath.
Rebekah was the first one to speak, "Do you trust him?" she meant Aaron.
"It's not like I have a choice," Kol replied, "The guy's extremely powerful. Against someone like Silas, such power is highly appreciated. I saw him crushing Mother's magic as if she were a debutant. It was scary."
"And what if this scary stranger turns on us?"
Kol shrugged, "Like I said, it's not like we have other options. Besides, we're Originals. We can't be killed. He wants to destroy Silas as much as we do. What he does after that is not my problem," he went back to admiring the walls around him.
Rebekah did not say anything for a little while, "What's with you and the Gilbert boy?" she eventually asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't play dumb! I know that look. The way you say "my Darling"... You seduced him, didn't you? And you were successful!"
Kol huffed. Images of Jeremy and he arguing, Jeremy rejecting him, Jeremy looking appalled and disgusted, "I could hardly called that success. I'm not a romantic, Rebekah!"
Rebekah gave him a long annoyed look, "Kol, I didn't ask if you had proposed! I just wanted to know if you fucked him!" she clarified.
"Oh!" she rolled her eyes, "Then yes, I have been successful!"
She had a bittersweet snigger, "You fucked a Hunter... Niklaus almost had me killed for that!"
"Well, your case was a bit different... I mean, I never planned on marrying Jeremy and risk my family' safety just for a second of his attention! Besides, Niklaus doesn't even know about it. You were far less discreet if I recall!"
She glared at him, "You were not even there! You were fucking that Prince of yours!"
He went dreamy, "Ah! Stephen!" he focused on her again, "But I lived to hear the tale of how the handsome, albeit mentally deficient, Hunter seduced the Original pimphead! But then again, you never really cared for brains!"
She growled and threw a pillow at him he easily dodged, laughing. He went to fetch himself a drink. Rebekah sat on the sofa and stared at the fire roaring in the stone fireplace. Kol gulped his drink down.
"I can't believe you want to take the cure!" he said again while fixing himself another one.
"Must we really discuss that again?" she sounded weary.
Kol chuckled, "I mean why do you want to take the cure? You're the most powerful female on Earth! Why would you want to forsake the status of a God for something as puny and useless as a human?! This is total waste!"
"I'm cursed. And I'm a freak. I want to have a normal life again."
"Rebekah you've been a vampire twice as long as you've been human! You don't even remember what being normal means! You say you want to forsake all your superpowers, but let's face it, you wouldn't last a day without them! Don't kid me! And moreso, don't kid yourself!" he put his drink to his mouth and muttered against the glass, "Don't go all Elijah on me!"
"I want to find someone for me and have a family of my own. But I don't want to talk about that to you. You're the least who could understand."
He gulped his second drink and smashed the glass on the counter, "You want to have kids?" he asked with a grimace.
"Yes, I do."
"So what? So you can teach them that murder is bad and good always prevails in the end?" she turned her head to him but remained silent, "Do you truly think that taking the cure will change you? That it will magically turn you into someone you might like?"
She looked away, "I want to start anew," she said weakly.
"Anew from what? Anew from being yourself? Anew from being a murderous sociopath? Well, guess what, you can't! You're not a good person, Rebekah," she closed her eyes and puckered her lips, he smiled, "None of us are! You're Evil, manipulative and cruel. You're one of us. The only difference between you and I is that I'm not trying to be anything else. All the persons you killed, they will remain dead. All the screams and cries you provoked, you will still hear them when you wake up in the morning. Your inability to mingle and make friends, your quick temper, still be there. Your confidence issues, still be there. Taking the cure won't change yourself. It will only remove your immortality and your strength. All the horrible things you've done, all the things you don't like about yourself, they won't go away. The only solution is to deal with them, not wash 'em off with a potion."
Fresh tears were running down the girl's cheeks as she stared into the fire. She gasped for air and chocked on her silent cries. Kol sighed and crouched before her, "There, there, sister. Don't cry. It's only the truth, and you know it."
"I can be better..." she croaked, "I can try to be better..."
He replaced a lock of blond hair behind her ear and gently spoke, "Does it matter, really? You can't learn to be good after a thousand years of evilness!"
"I'm not Evil!" she yelled and stood up, waking away from him.
"Rebekah, I'm not judging you!" he tried to temper her. She could be as violent as Mikael.
"Stop!" she hissed hysterically, dark veins swelling beneath her eyes, "Stop overwhelming me! I can try to be a better person! I can take example and learn!"
Kol bit his bottom lip and shook his head, "Being good is not about imitation. Being good is something you feel, not something you fake! If it's to fake it, then what's the point? Why are you so keen on torturing yourself?!"
"Because I don't like it!" she cried.
"Like I said, the cure won't change that. You will only be at peace with yourself when you stop pretending you can be someone you're not just to get yourself a man you don't even care about!"
"I'm a vampire!"
"Yes, you have the power! And power makes everybody mad! We are damaged, Rebekah! It's not sad to admit it! Nor is it a bad thing. This is just who we are! We take pleasure in killing and hurting people, just because it's fun!" he said with a wicked smile, "We don't care! We are selfish and self-centered! So be it! But don't try to lull yourself with enormities! You cannot erase a thousand years of existence!"
"What existence?" Rebekah squeaked, her eyes red and puffy, "I've spent my entire life being abused by my brother's antics! Niklaus took all the persons I cared about away from me and you and Elijah would never let me make choices for myself! All my decisions had to get your approval first!"
"We come from the Middle-Ages... It was a macho time..."
She ignored him, "All of them! I never had friends, or a lasting boyfriend! They were all killed!"
"Yes, Rebekah. Most of them by you! The friends I mean!"
She gasped. She could not believe he would mock her still.
Kol sighed, "Mikealsons' outcasts have a tough life! I get it! You're the family girl and I'm the family fag. I ain't belittling that. I myself spent my fair share of time in my assigned wooden box. But what I'm saying is that you're partly responsible for the misery you brought upon yourself," he smirked, "You can never choose your men right! Or your girls, for that matter..." he watched her straight in the eye, he knew he had hit a nerve.
She clenched her jaw, "Should I remind you of that genocide you caused in China? Or all the political messes you created that brought this world down to Hell so many times, Kol?"
He shrugged, "China was at war and Royalty... You know them..."
"You ate the Queen!"she accused, furious.
"Anyway, I just don't understand why you are so set on mixing with humans! Humans! Food! No wonder you make Nik go crazy! You want to turn the whole male planet just because you're so afraid of being alone! And whenever they annoy you, you kill them! When you get bored, you kill them! If a girl looks at your crush of the moment, she ends up dead! If you fuck the girl, she ends up dead. You're absolutely inconsistent, sister! You're just like me! Don't try to make yourself pass for a poor victim, here! It won't work!"
"I need the cure!" she continued, her voice coarse and broken, "Just promise me you'll let me get the cure!"
"Yes, I promise you!" she looked relieved, "And when you're human again and realize that being weak and mortal sucks, you will beg me to turn you and that will make my day!" he whispered in her ear before brushing passed her.
H.S.Q.M.Y.P
He made his way to the Gilbert's house in a haste. He listened in. He could hear some music coming from Jeremy's room. The lights were on. The boy was alone. There was no sign of the blond Quarterback. Good! Without thinking, he rushed onto the roof and stopped in front of Jeremy's window. The boy was reading a comic book in his chair desk. Kol smiled. He looked relaxed. Still without thinking, he tapped the windowpane to get his attention. Jeremy stopped reading. When he looked up and saw Kol, he froze. Kol could feel his heartbeat increase along with the boy's. The hunter put his book on the desk and slowly walked to the window. He looked confused. Perhaps he should have used the front door, Kol mused.
Jeremy unlocked it, keeping his eyes on Kol all the time. The window clicked and opened. The chilly night air rustled the boy's hair. He swallowed but did not tear his gaze away.
Kol chuckled, "You look dazzled my Darling!" he gently mocked.
The boy half opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to say something, but closed it seconds later. He swallowed and parted his lips again. He looked up and down Kol's face, as if ensuring himself that the Original was real. He blinked. There was something eerie in the meeting. Instead of replying with words, he slowly took a step back. Kol frowned. Jeremy nodded. Kol took a tentative step in. He was not denied.
Jeremy had invited him inside his home.
He sent the boy a confused glare. Jeremy shrugged and looked down. Kol frowned again. He was about to speak when Jeremy cut him to it by putting his hand against his lips and shaking his head, imploring. Kol swallowed. Apparently, he did not want them to speak. Again with his selective mutism. Kol would not have minded, had the situation not been so urgent. But when Jeremy's lips met his own in an unexpected greeting, all coherent thoughts and schemes left his mind.
The hunter cupped his face and deepened their kiss. Kol's eyes shot open. What was wrong with this boy? Jeremy's hands rushed to Kol's shirt on which he tugged before slipping them beneath the silk fabric and touch his skin. Alright, so apparently the boy did not want to talk but he wanted to fuck! It did not make much sense as far as Kol's thin knowledge of human behavior went – this human in particular, but the vampire was not going to complain! They could still talk later!
He responded to Jeremy's kiss as fiercely, pushing the boy up to his bedframe. Jeremy's ankles stumbled against it and they both fell over. Their movements became frantic. Hunter strength and Original strength tore at clothing to reach glistening skin. Kol tugged at Jeremy's belt and pushed his jeans down. He rolled them over until he was on top of the human boy who gasped for air, exposing his milky white throat the vampire did not waste time to lick. The hunter's humming vibrated against Kol's tongue. He cradled the vampire's head in the crook of his neck as the latter bit down less gently than he would have liked. The vibrations increased in protestation. Kol smiled against his skin and aspired long gulps of blood all the while reaching down to grab him. Jeremy's eyes fluttered close.
"Kol..."
The vampire growled and brutally flipped him on his stomach. He disregarded the little voice in his head, warning him to be careful not to loose control as he had last time. It was the boy's fault! He had only come to talk and the boy invited him into his house and assaulted him! How foolish to act like that around an Original vampire – an Original vampire who had so little control over himself at that! He pulled the kid on his knees, his back against his own stomach, grabbed his hair forcefully and licked the nape of his neck, nibbled on it. Jeremy was breathing hard. Kol could feel a mix of fear and trepidation perspire from the pores of his skin. His fangs were still prominent. He freed himself from his last undergarment and brushed against the boy's buttocks. Jeremy moaned. Or whimpered. Kol would not have guessed – not that he was going to let the human retract himself after setting his body aflame like he had.
Yet, he could not take him like that. Even lost in his state of raw lust, he knew that he would hurt him badly if he did. He let go of the boy to look around the room for anything to use. He searched every drawer until he found a tube of lubricant that would do. He sent Jeremy a smirk which made the boy blush and look away in shame.
Kol chuckled. He took his position back on the bed behind the human who looked rather confused and suddenly unsure, as if he had awoken from a slumber and realized what was bound to happen.
Oh no no no! No, no, my Darling! You started this! We'll get see it through!
He pulled the boy on his lap, half bent before him, and lowered a wet finger down his buttocks, teasing him before seeking entrance. The reaction was immediate. The human jolted away and whimpered. Kol used his strength to keep him in place as he began to rock his finger in and out.
"Ah, ah, ah! Be a good boy, Darling, you asked for it!" he hissed in his ear, feeling the human's heart tremble against his palm.
Jeremy protested. He sounded downright angry. What was wrong with this boy? Did he truly think that he could play with Kol like that? Did he really think Kol had that much control over himself? Or just like being teased for the fun of it? He sunk his finger deeper, framing the boy's chest with his arm. Jeremy's muscles were clenching around him. He gave his exposed neck a long slow lick and removed his finger.
Jeremy's breathing was chaotic. His heart drummed in his thoracic cage. He wanted it. He did not. And yet he did. But he did not.
Kol impaled him with something much bigger. Jeremy bit his lip and moaned at the burning intrusion. He would never get used to that. Why did Kol have to be a boy? But he was such a pretty boy, though! Kol clung his back against his chest so that the human found himself half seated on Kol's lap, moving with him at the same rhythm. His front body was imprisoned by the vampire's iron arms. Kol went in and out in supple, feline movements, provoking an unpleasant burning sensation in his waist, coupled with a regular jolt that went straight up to his heart and brain and made him gasp and momentary forget about the burnt, until Kol moved again. It felt good. It felt weird. It hurt. He needed more. Kol's thrusts were deep and rough. It was arousing and scary. The vampire's tongue was distractedly playing with the pulse point of his jugular, eyes closed, body merging with the hunter, mind fading with it. Out of reflex, the human went to grab himself, matching Kol's rhythm within him.
"Yeah, do it!" Kol whispered his approval in his ear, he closed his eyes again and focused on the body against him, around him, "Such a good boy!"
Jeremy did not want Kol to speak. He did not want the vampire to make it so real. Who had he just killed? Was there fresh blood on the hands that were immuring him? And the delicious mouth he loved to feel dancing on his skin, whose jugular had it recently torn apart? He needed more. The sensations were driving him insane. Pressure built up in his belly, tears rolled down his cheeks, Kol suddenly picked up the pace, painfully so, a pair of well known fangs tore his skin and sunk in, drinking heavily. The pressure in his belly increased as the dizziness in his head. Soon, he felt too weak to endure the rhythm and his hand fell flat. His body would have followed, had not Kol held him back firmly with his hand and arm. Everything began to spin and fade. He registered a hand replacing his, finishing what he had not. The mouth was still aspiring. The intruder still moving, burning, electrifying. The pace increased dramatically, the pressure boiled and burst. The fangs sunk deeper, the mouth aspired more. His head spun, his body liquefied.
And everything went black.
I hope you liked it! Tell me what you thought of it!
I like Kol and Rebekah's dynamics. I like how dysfunctional and symmetric they are. It's a shame the writers of the show haven't developed the characters... TVD season 5 was a waste and I stopped watching the Originals after Rebekah's departure. Can't stand Hayley with Elijah. It gives me allergies. TO was a massive disappointment...
I'll try to post the new chapter faster. I'm almost done with my obligations so it should do it!