Anonymous asked: Klaroline mafia au with smut pls it would be cool if kc were married or rivals

Not super smutty, but there is some! Also gore, discussion of torture, and references to being tied up. A bit dark, honestly.

"Do you know what your first mistake was?"

Caroline stared down at the man who she'd once called a friend, eyes pitiless as she watched him bleed. The gunshot wound in his shoulder had to hurt, but she knew before long it would be the least of his concerns. Her own wounds were seeping, but they were hardly her first and likely not her last.

Stefan gave her a tight smile, sweat beading at his temples, even as he tried to maintain his facade. "I'm sure you'll tell me."

She arched both brows, fingers still curled around around her favorite pistol. She could still hear the sounds of fighting outside, knew that she wouldn't be alone with him for much longer. Still, she made no move to stand. Her husband's fury would burn for long a long time over this little attempted coup, she didn't see the point in adding to the flames by adding to her injuries. Her once pristine bedroom was littered in glass and an assortment of broken furniture. Her tussle with Stefan might have ended in his favor, if he hadn't underestimated her. The text message from her husband warning her had also been helpful. Not enough time to avoid the attack completely, but long enough that she hadn't been caught by surprise.

"You'd think someone with a hole in their shoulder would make a point to use their manners," she pointed out with a sigh. "Your attitude has always been lacking in proper deference, Stefan. Once, I found that amusing."

"You have never deserved it."

"Matter of opinion," Caroline dismissed. "But your grievances are stacking up, aren't they?"

Stefan laughed bitterly, hand squeezing his biceps tightly. "With both know that he'll never forgive today."

Caroline pinned him with cold eyes. "Of course he won't. But neither will I, Stefan. And this little rebellion is going to cost you. I'm not just going to go after just Damon and Elena. I'm going to go after every person who may have once shown you the smallest of kindness. And then I'm going to destroy them. I'll strip them financially and emotionally, so that when death finally comes, it'll be a mercy. Then, when not even a stranger on the street would be willing to offer the remains of your family so much as a penny, I'll take them. In the end, they'll wish you'd slit their throats yourself."

Stefan's jaw was clenched so tightly the muscles were visibly jumping. "You speak as if I'll still be alive."

"Because you will."

Caroline smiled at the sound of Klaus' voice, the hard edge of rage behind it. She didn't take her eyes from Stefan until Kol stood behind him. The most volatile of the Klaus' still living siblings, he was picture of horror. Blood dripped from his face and his clothes were slick from it, but he was smiling as he clasped Stefan's shoulders.

"Here is our guest of honor."

Stefan flinched, but Caroline was done with him. Her gaze moved to Klaus, and the tightness on her shoulders eased as she took him in. His gaze were lit with the volatile temper that made him so dangerous as he took her her wounds, the violent bruises forming around her throat. Bloodstained, and furious, her system gave a hard jolt of lust as she took in his ruined suit shirt and wild curls. She wanted to touch him, to assure herself of what her eyes were telling her.

When his eyes moved to Stefan, they were hard. Caroline k ew what it had cost him to come to her instead of pursuing Damon, and she felt her heart squeeze that he had. She'd make it up to him.

"We'll chat later, mate. Kol?" Klaus said almost pleasantly.

Kol laughed and jerked Stefan to his feet as Enzo walked in to join them. He met her gaze and nodded. Knowing that her second would have things well in hand, she clicked her safety back on and grimaced as the motion pulled her ribs. "Do keep him alive, Kol. And be careful of his spine. We want him functioning when we have our upcoming chats."

A moment later and Klaus was standing next to her. His eyes were still furious, but they were tempered now. His touch was feather light as he skimmed it down her bloody chin, beneath her split lip. "Let's look you over."

She tilted her head in agreement, lips parting in a near silent sigh as Klaus lifted her. He smelled like gunpowder, blood and the cologne she'd watched him put on just hours before. She curled her fingers into the collar of his shirt, grazing the warm skin there for just a moment.

In her life, Caroline had trusted exactly three people. Enzo and Bonnie had been with her from the beginning, the rare friends that had stood with her in the shadow of her father's organization. They'd been with her when she'd murdered Bill in retaliation for her mother's death, had lived with her in the shadows as she ruthlessly taken over his organization and made it a force.

Klaus had been unexpected. The disgraced and disinherited son of a prominent mob family in New York, he'd come to Chicago looking for a new start. Caroline had been amused by him, had allowed him the occasional job in her organization only because Elijah Mikaelson had personally asked her for the favor. He'd never job den his intentions for vengeance, and she'd indulged him. She'd warned Klaus that if his quest endangered any of her people, she'd ship what was left of him to his father in a shoebox.

After Mikaelson mysterious death and Elijah's hostile takeover, she'd have thought he'd disappear. Instead, he'd returned to her trailing siblings, and proceeded to use his ruthlessness to move up in her organization. Caroline admired his practicality, how he was always two steps ahead of everyone around him. But she'd also seen the threat.

Klaus still claimed the night she'd sat him down and promised to destroy him if he was aiming for her job as their first date. She argued with him, because ruling her husband always led to the most intriguing results. He'd made her a single promise that night: he'd never betray her, as long as she didn't betray him. Foolishly, ridiculously, she'd believed him.

Five years later, and she'd married him.

The bathroom counter was cool beneath her thighs, as Klaus sat her carefully down. A moment later, and the door was shut, blocking out the team Enzo trusted to start putting her bedroom back into place. She'd sleep here tonight, and tomorrow she'd start purging her people.

Caroline was silent as Klaus cut away the fabric of her dress, taking in the damage beneath her clothing. She cupped his jaw as his eyes narrowed, coaxing his gaze back to her face.

"What did he promise you?"

Klaus caught her hand, brought to his mouth. "Nothing imaginative. New York, should I want it. As if I am incapable of taking it from Elijah, should that be my wish."

Caroline wrinkled her nose. "Damon is an unimaginative fool."

"Damon and I will one day have quite the discussion on imagination," Klaus said coldly as he reached for a washcloth, running it under the water for a long moment and before he carefully started wiping away the blood on her face. "We killed anyone who fired against us, but there will still be those to hold accountable."

"Yes," she agreed around a wince as he examined her lip. "It will take time, but we'll ferret out his plants. I imagine we'll find a number of men whose balls were twisted at the idea of taking orders from a woman."

A hint of a smile, along his lips. "That sort of idiocy has no place here."

"How short their memories run," she murmured, head tilting back do he could tend to her throat. She shivered, as he grazed below her ear, and she felt his smile deepen. She snuck her hand beneath his shirt and lightly pinched his hip in chastisement, but the jolt of his hips at the small sting left her fighting her own smile. Mostly naked, there was no hiding her body's reaction to the fight, the adrenaline turning to heady arousal as he touched her.

"Behave," he warned lowly.

She dipped her chin and arched a brow. "No."

A hint of dimple, as he rinsed the cloth and continued. She nearly groaned at the graze of his thumb against her nipple, watched him from narrowed eyes as he cleaned the swells of her breasts. "I want Damon and Elena alive."

"Do you?"

"Stefan is yours," she offered magnanimously. "As long as he is somewhat mentally functioning when I bring him the walking corpses of his family, I don't care what you do."

His gaze lifted to hers, and the blue was hot. "The example I'll make of him won't be pretty, love."

Caroline skimmed her fingers along the edge of his belt, and lower, grazing the length of the erection he made no move to hide. That was only fair, since her nipples were hard points and her thighs growing slick. Discussing murder with Klaus' hands on her skin was one of her biggest kinks, and the way he palmed her breast said he knew it.

"You ribs?"

"Bruised."

His head bent, and he skimmed her bruised throat. "These?"

Caroline looped her arms around his shoulders. "It looks like you'll be doing all the work tonight. Be nice."

A hot kiss against her shoulder. "I want Bonnie to look you over."

"And I want you to touch me," she demanded before biting his ear. He shuddered, and she licked the sting. "If you're nice to me now, I won't argue about Bonnie. And I'll let you come however you want in bed."

His laugh was husky against her skin, fingertips gliding along her thigh. "Will you, now? I don't believe it's your turn to be in charge."

She pulled back and lifted a hand carefully to brush the curls at the nape of his neck, breasts swaying with her movement. "I believe I was tied to the bed last night, and I certainly don't recall you doing a damn thing I wanted."

His nose brushed hers, just as his knuckles stroked firmly along her slit. She shuddered, nails digging into skin as he grazed her clit. "Did I not? My apologies, love. It was a tad difficult to understand you, as you spent most of the night screaming my name."

Her eyes fluttered shut as he pressed two fingers inside her, breasts pressing against his chests as his thumb made achingly slow circles against her. His free hand worked her nipple, and he made alow noise when her hips shifted. "Your ribs, Caroline. I'll do the work."

She parted her lips to protest, and he hooked his fingers inside her, finding that perfect spot. Her eyes rolled back, his name a whine as he pressed harder against her clit, nipple caught between two fingers. Already heavily aroused, it didn't take long before Caroline came with a ripple, shuddering out his name. She leaned against him, breathing for long moments before letting him untangle their limbs. Catching his hand, she sucked his wet fingers into her mouth, just to watch him moan, hips jolting against her before he could stop himself.

"Bonnie," he said firmly.

"Bonnie," she agreed with a sigh, even as her fingers snuck between them to cup his erection. The cords of his neck went taut, and she licked her lips, ignoring the sting. "I can't suck you tonight, but I'm sure we'll think of something."

He caught her hand, eyes dark and full of the best kind of retribution. "I'm sure we will. And perhaps I'll even let you in on a few of my more bloodthirsty plans, when I'm buried inside you. Would you like that, Caroline? My cock filling you as I describe every way that I will cause Stefan to wish he was dead? No other stimulation that my voice and the future screams of your enemies while you clench down on my cock?"

She shivered, eyes heavy lidded. "Yes."

His smile was as dangerous as his eyes, but his touch was gentle as he helped her to the floor, steadying her as her knees wobbled. An affectionate kiss against her forehead was all he allowed either of them before fetching her his robe.

"Good."

She brushed his mouth with her fingertips once she was covered, the belt loose around her hips. "I asked Stefan if he knew what his biggest mistake was but he had no answer."

Klaus arched a brow as he opened the door. "Did you?"

She smiled at him, even though her lip and jaw burned. "It was attempting to turn you against me."

His gaze warmed and she moved into the bedroom, snapping orders as she went. She had an examination to complete, and she wanted everything sorted by the time that was done. Klaus had a promise to fulfill.