Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100
Warnings for child abuse, homelessness, technically rape, since Clarke doesn't have a choice, past misogyny and genocide.
Drawing lots
The hours had gone on, long and pleasurably. When Clarke finally passed out, it had been when Carol had fucked her against the wall and after the sixth time she pounded Clarke against the wall, that was when the younger blond had at last passed out.
Clarke sagged in Carol's arms and Carol smiled, lifting her sub up off of the floor and carried her to the bed, gently laying her down on the mattress and Carol undid the soft cloth around Clarke's wrists, freeing Clarke's wrists and dropping the piece of cloth to the floor. As Carol stepped back and smirked, watching as the exhausted Clarke slept peacefully, she asked, knowing that all of her fellow vampires would hear, "Did you enjoy what you heard? I know that you did. I can smell and hear everything all of you did while I was fucking our mate."
She heard several growls and groans from downstairs, and she recognized who was making which sound.
She wasn't going to inquire anything, but even without smelling or hearing anything, she was going to already gather that Wanda and Pietro by now had had their asses properly pounded by Clint, and Wanda had already been fingered by him plenty, and Pietro jerked off by him plenty. And that Natasha had already been pounded hard by Laura, Melina, Yelena or Hela. Or all of them. And that Tony and Pepper had most likely been busy during all this. And so had the rest of the vampires.
"Don't worry," Carol said, smirk softening, "You'll get her too, if you just pull that stick out of your asses and give her what she wants. Stop playing with her feelings and her desires and just give her what she wants. And it can be any of you in bed with her next time."
Carol was more than happy that she had been the first of Clarke's mates to make love to her. She was ecstatic. Overjoyed.
But she knew that Clarke's other mates were waiting. And Carol, she had known her fellow vampires, all of Clarke's other mates, for a long, long time. She wanted them to be happy to.
And not just that, but Clarke, Carol knew, couldn't be fully fulfilled, without having a relationship with all of her mates. Not just one of them.
Besides, Clarke and Carol barely had what one might call a "relationship." They had fucked. Many, many times. And it had been very pleasurable. However, that's all it had been. Sex.
There hadn't really been a relationship before or afterwards. Carol knew she'd have to work on having a real relationship with her, that wasn't just about sex. Sex with one's partner was important, needless to say. But it wasn't everything.
Carol reached down to the buckles of the strap and unbuckled it. She pulled the toy off and out of her, bringing it to one of the washrooms so that it could be efficiently cleaned. Not that Carol doubted for a second that Clarke would be carrying anything, since she didn't doubt that the young woman was careful, and vampires couldn't exactly catch anything sexually, or pass anything on to anyone sexually, but Carol knew that Clarke probably would make a fuss about the toys being cleaned. The human didn't know the extent to how immune to illnesses all vampires were. So, best not to worry Clarke.
After Carol had put the toy in the washroom for cleaning, she walked out and headed for the bed.
She laid down on the mattress next to Clarke, wrapping her arms around the young woman protectively, hugging Clarke to herself, snuggling into Clarke's hair and inhaling Clarke's scent.
Carol said quietly, very quietly, so that Clarke didn't hear, but Carol knew that the other vampires would hear, "I'm sorry. I know all of you wanted to be the first to make love to Clarke. To be the first to make her cry out in pleasure. But the reason why I got to her first, is because I refused to not give Clarke what she wanted. She wanted something. And I gave it to her. You keep refusing to give Clarke what she wants? And this won't be the last time she only wants to be with me."
She heard some angry growls and she recognized the displeased sounds Laura, Clint, Wanda, Jessica, Brunnhilde, Thor, Hela, Loki, Sylvie and Frank were making.
Carol sighed, hugging Clarke close. They'd make the decisions they'd make. That was up to them. What she knew right now, was that she was with the love of her life. Her baby girl had enjoyed every single thing she and Carol had done together. The sounds that Clarke made, every time Carol had thrust into her young sub, had brought Carol so much joy.
Carol gently kissed Clarke's left temple. She knew that she and the other vampires would have to talk about this at some point.
Because she knew that the other vampires desperately wanted to be with Clarke. Wanted to make her happy. Wanted to please her.
She knew it would be a long time before Clarke fully trusted her. But she hoped that this was a step in the right direction. That it got Clarke to realize that Carol wanted to be with her and give the younger woman what she wanted.
Carol stared at Clarke, curiosity sparked completely. There was so much that she and the other vampires didn't know about Clarke. Clarke had been careful about the information that she had given all of them. They knew much more about her now than they did when they first had grabbed her off of the streets, but there was so much they still didn't know.
Then again, there was so much about them, equally that she didn't know. Certainly much more.
Clarke wanted a reason to trust them? Well, that would have to progress with the information that Carol and the other vampires would be willing to give her about themselves.
They couldn't just ask that she give up information about herself and intend to give her nothing back.
That was exactly what an unequal relationship looked like.
That was alright. Carol could give Clarke more information.
Carol had lived a long time. Not as long as Hela, Thor, Sylvie, Loki and Brunnhilde had. But she had lived a long time.
Ancient Rome had not been gentle with women, especially women who refused to do as men said. And even when Carol had been born a vampire, the culture she had lived in, kept a tight hold on the women of its society, as it had lived too long in Rome not to be affected by Roman culture.
However, Carol had never conformed to what any of the vampires older than her wanted, or what the society they had adapted in wanted. So, Carol had left. And when she discovered that the species of vampire that she had been raised alongside, the Kree, were subjugating another race of vampire, called the Skrull, she had gone against her own culture with great enthusiasm.
She had loved her mother and father, who had raised her, but they wished to oppress an entire species of vampire.
So, she had gone against them.
She knew that no one was obligated to do something, just because someone demanded it.
It was bad enough that they were making it clear that Clarke couldn't leave. And that she eventually wouldn't have a choice as to whether or not she was to have sex with all of them.
She didn't just deserve to know more about Carol and the other vampires, she needed to know more, if they were ever going to have a real relationship with Clarke, let alone getting her to open up to them and let alone Clarke trusting them completely.
Carol held Clarke and rested her head against Clarke's, watching the younger woman sleep and eventually closing her own eyes.
Downstairs, a good deal of the rest of the vampires disliked everything that Carol had just said.
They knew that Carol was right.
They needed to give Clarke what she wanted. Not just what they felt was healthy for her. Was it healthier for Clarke to be able to go off to college, and to make friends, to have other connections besides the vampires that were going to be keeping her from leaving them? Yes.
But did Clarke need more than that? Like the vampires telling Clarke everything and giving her the pleasure she demanded? Yes.
Several of the vampires admittedly were jealous of Carol getting to have Clarke first.
But it made sense, since Carol was the least hesitant to give Clarke what she demanded.
Bruce dropped down into one of the sofa chairs, zipping himself up after Tony had jerked him off a few times.
A lot of the other vampires were putting their clothes back on, some of them more sore than others and some of them more wobbly in the legs than other, a factor that would not be an issue soon, as they would recover soon.
All vampires recovered from everything way faster than human beings did.
"You know, Carol has a point," Sylvie said, glancing at Bruce, knowing that it was best to address him, since he had been the one that Clarke had tried to get to fuck her originally.
Sylvie wasn't going to say that she wasn't jealous of both Carol and of Bruce. She was. Jealous of Carol getting to fuck Clarke first. And jealous of Bruce for gaining Clarke's interest first.
But unlike Carol? Bruce had been an idiot and had refused Clarke.
Bruce shook his head. "Clarke has had almost no experience in the world. Or in sex. It just wouldn't be right if we expected her to be with us instantly."
"And yet she went after you almost instantly," Sylvie pointed out, "She clearly wanted you to fuck her before."
Bruce tried not to groan, some part of him wishing he had taken Clarke up on her offer.
As much as he had wished he had been the cause of Clarke's cries and moans upstairs, he knew that he just couldn't tell Clarke that he was willing to fuck her yet. She needed time. She didn't know what she was asking for.
Bruce wanted Clarke in every possible way there was.
He wanted to pull her onto his lap and put his fingers inside her, make her bounce on his fingers for hours, before unzipping his pants and seating her down onto his cock, making her cry out "daddy" for him, as he rammed into her over and over again, rocking her back and forth against his cock.
What was more, he knew that Clarke would love every second of it.
Which made the fact that he couldn't do it yet, all the more torturous.
He knew she would enjoy it, but he feared that it wouldn't be good for her.
Growing attached to any of them, before experiencing more in the world than just the horrors that she had experienced, wouldn't help Clarke mentally or emotionally. It would just limit her experiences.
And she needed more than just limited carnal experiences.
Bruce glanced at the other vampires and they all seemed to be considering what it was that Sylvie and Carol both had said.
Bruce watched as all ten Clint, Laura, Natasha, Melina, Thor, Rhodey, Frank, Jessica, Pepper and Brunnhilde contemplated this.
None of them liked it, because they wanted to do the right thing by Clarke. But they desperately wanted to be with Clarke. And they knew that Clarke wanted them and it was hurting her by them refusing to give her what she wanted.
Sylvie again looked right at Bruce when she spoke next, "Bruce, she wants you. She made a come on to you. You have the biggest chance out of all of us, only after Carol."
Bruce shifted uncomfortably.
He wanted Clarke. Wanted her so much. Wanted to show her how much he wanted to love and protect her.
But was any of this right?
Clarke had been living on the streets for years, sure. But it didn't change that Bruce, Carol and the others had flat out abducted Clarke.
And that they were making it clear to her that Clarke didn't have a choice about whether or not she had sex with them or not and wasn't going to escape them.
Everything about this technically was wrong.
But instead of answering anything that Sylvie had said, Bruce just decided to divert the conversation onto more practical subjects.
He said, "When are we going to hunt down Clarke's mother and the others? They need to die. And I want Clarke to know that she doesn't have to worry about them anymore."
Sylvie scoffed, smirking at Bruce's avoidance of the subject.
"Soon," Pepper said, "We'll send a number of us down and get rid of them, and when the rest of us are halfway on our way to Philadelphia, we'll get rid of them and then join the others in Philadelphia."
Bruce nodded. That sounded like a plan.
And something he actually didn't feel guilty about in any way. He knew the right thing was to kill those that had hurt Clarke.
He truly believed this and he knew the rest of the vampires believed this.
He then added, before anyone else could try to push him to approaching Clarke, "How many of us should go to Philadelphia with Clarke first and how many of us should go kill the people that hurt Clarke?"
Pepper looked like she was contemplating that, before she said, "Six of us will go to kill them. Who is going to do it?"
There was some hesitance from everyone. On one hand, they all wanted to kill the people that had hurt Clarke.
On the other hand, they all wanted to be there with Clarke, on the trip to Philadelphia.
Which led them to doing it through the most mundane means of selecting who was going to do it.
They wrote their names on pieces of paper and tossed them into a bowl and shifted the papers around, and Laura would pick out the pieces of paper.
It went without saying that they weren't going to put Carol's name down. She had just spent the past several hours with Clarke. Clarke might not have bonded with Carol yet, but Carol certainly had more of a relationship with Clarke now than the rest of them did. So, they were not going to write Carol's name now. Because they assumed that Clarke would prefer it if Carol was with her during the move from here to Philadelphia.
But they put the rest of their names in.
Laura pulled out the first folded up slip of paper and unfolded it and looked at it.
She put it down and looked to Jessica. "Jessica, you're going," she said and Jessica nodded, not wanting to be away from Clarke for too long, but glad she got to beat the heads in of the people that had made Clarke homeless.
Laura pulled out the next piece of paper, unfolded and read it and looked at Maria as she said, "Maria, you're going."
Maria nodded, smirking, feeling the same way as Jessica.
Laura extracted another piece of paper, unfolded it and read from it, then looked at Steve. She said, "Steve, you're going."
Steve nodded, getting ready.
Laura pulled another slip of paper and unfolded it. She inspected it and looked to Frank. "Frank."
Frank grunted quietly, but gave a small, murderous grin. He'd been itching for this ever since he had learned Clarke had been thrown out of her home.
Laura pulled out another slip of paper, unfolded it and read. She looked at Wanda. "Wanda, you're going too."
Wanda smirked. As much as she didn't want to leave Clarke, she was hoping to use her powers to hurt the people that hurt Clarke eventually. Now she had her chance.
Wanda glanced to Pietro as he smirked, congratulating her. She said, "Pietro, look after Clarke while I'm gone, alright?"
Pietro nodded. "You know I will, sis," he said, then added, teeth clenched as he thought of the people that had mistreated Clarke, "Make those dirtbags suffer, okay?"
This time it was Wanda's turn to smirk. "You know I will," she said.
Laura drew out the last slip of paper, opened it up and read it. She lifted her head and looked right at the first vampire that was her mate and her husband. "Clint," she said, smiling, "You are going."
Clint, Laura and Natasha shared a grin. Laura and Natasha would look after Clarke while Clint was off.
And Clint would happily butcher the lives of those that had harmed their mate.
Clint looked from Laura and Natasha and both of them nodded to him, reassuring him.
They both understood Clint's silent plea. That they protect Clarke. And they would. Natasha smiled and so did Laura. Clarke would be safe with all of them.
Now? It was time for them to get ready. The rest of them would need to get Clarke ready to leave for Philadelphia and they would go with her.
And Jessica, Maria, Steve, Frank, Wanda and Clint would be going to San Diego, to the location that Clarke told them about, to kill the people that had made Clarke homeless.