Thank you so much to my reviewers: Cherry1, jacpin2002, freckled98, Guest, DarkAngelofSorrowReturns, Zayviah, and vixenxfreezepop!
Cherry1: I hope you were getting 'hot', otherwise I'm not writing this right.
Guest: They're rather my Kryptonite too hehe
Kai spread her legs to the point it almost hurt. His wrists grasped her ankles tightly, holding them in place. Bonnie couldn't have shifted if she wanted to.
Instead of leaning over her as she expected, he sank down to his knees. With the first kiss to the inside of her thigh, Bonnie yelped.
"What are you doing?" She demanded. Kai's eyes were dark and his fangs clicked out. She had an erratic fear he'd drink her anyway, but his kisses- although full of soft nipping- was nowhere near breaking the skin. Near the 'v' of her legs, he bit hard enough to hurt.
"Kai!" She snapped. He pouted.
"I wasn't really gonna," He said, but she got the feeling if she hadn't stopped him, he'd be drinking her blood like a kid in a candy store.
He continued his journey upwards, giving a near apologetic kiss to the spot her hips he'd gone into a little too ravenously.
"If I can't taste your blood, Bon, I'll taste you another way," He said in one exhale, "Duh."
"Kai, what are you-," Bonnie continued to protest. Kai didn't stop from marking the inside of her thigh with soft, seductive little bite marks, but turned his eyes up towards her, chuckling.
"God, did neither of your idiot boyfriends ever do this for you?" He asked incredulously, "Do you really not know? That is so tragic. Fucking tragic, Bonster."
"I know what you're doing," Bonnie said, "But this doesn't create a baby."
"Not yet," He agreed, and before Bonnie could launch into the reasons why this was an awful idea, he was inches away from her underwear, "But I figure that maybe the added enjoyment is what will tip the magic. Maybe hatefuck magic babies don't exist. Bonnie, you deserve to be worshipped."
Bonnie bit her lip, not liking his tone, nor how awe-inspired he sounded. She was very near to demanding him up until he pressed the flat of his tongue against her. The heat from his mouth made her whole body shudder, just even with a layer of fabric between.
Okay, fine. He could keep doing this.
"No biting," Bonnie finally broke down, leaning back on the wood of the kitchen table, allowing her legs to relax.
Kai made an irritating sound but didn't argue.
He ripped her underwear off. Bonnie looked up to see him grinning at her, daring her to argue with him. Bonnie figured in the long run, she had expected this of him. She wasn't as upset as perhaps he wanted her to be.
Still, he had a better prize in front of him. She knew he was holding out on her, inches away from her folds, just to make her want it. So close, and she was so horney.
His chuckle was dark and chocolate, but he couldn't resist her either. The first touch of his tongue against her was light a lightning strike; hot, blazing, and make her body jerk uncontrollably. She could almost feel the asshole's pleasure in the way her body unraveled for him so quickly.
No one she'd ever been with had been able to elicit such a strong reaction from her. Kai was fucking ruining any good lay she'd ever have again. What a jerk.
He started off with just his wicked tongue, flicking and swirling. Bonnie writhed under his ministrations. It seemed to be his personal goal to drag every traitorous moan from her throat, pulling and pulling and pulling, like they were on a fishing line deep at the bottom of her body. Like the siphon he was, he tugged, pulling every amount of control in her body out, just as he did with her magic. By the time he had added two fingers, one pumping in and out of her and one rubbing her clit in tandem with his tongue, Bonnie was almost too far gone to even notice, breathing out like she'd run a marathon and her body twitching.
"Kai, oh-," She groaned as he caught her folds between his fangs, testing. In this way, it wasn't painful, it was incredibly sexy and erotic.
"Come undone for me, Bon, you're nearly there," He encouraged between his dives into her, his hands having migrated up. While one was working her like a guitar, the other was pressing her leg down, fingers pressing down. She'd have bruises there. She was sure after his weekend, she'd have bruises everywhere, honestly.
This thought was the last straw. With a sound she was fairly sure she'd never made, she let go. She was so hazed, feeling like she was lost within this that she hadn't realized Kai had unbuckled his jeans.
As her vision cleared, Kai was right in her field of vision, above her and encroaching. He filled up her whole sight. One hand grasped her chin, pulling it up so he could kiss her possessively. His other had lined himself up, sheathing into her like he was stabbing a knife into his victims, twisting and rotating.
Bonnie, although riding out one orgasm, felt her body respond to his touch and his fullness with an equal amount of need, an equal desire to consume him.
Kai wasn't giving her an inch of autonomy this time, not from how his lips plundered hers, his left hand moving her face exactly how he wanted, the rough and fast pace unforgiving and unyielding, and his right fist gripping her flesh. He pulled her leg nearly up onto his shoulder, driving deeper into her than she thought anyone had ever gone.
"You see how much better this is when I'm not tied up?" he asked, pushing her head back to lick her throat, swirling his tongue over her carotid artery, like it was the forbidden fruit Adam had taken from eve.
"Don't get a big head about it," Bonnie whimpered, having let go of trying to wrangle this any other way long ago.
"I think that's exactly what you want me to have," Kai said, thrusting up into her as he went forward.
"You know what I mean," Bonnie said, but her voice cracked half-way through, much to Kai's glee.
"Magic is a real bro," Kai said, doing that annoying thing again. Talking, "I always thought I'd only get to do this in my dreams."
"You're ruining it," Bonnie muttered, glaring up at him.
"You like to claim, but I know your body now Bon," Kai said, slowing just enough to drive her crazy, "You can't feel the magic connecting us? Tying us together?"
Bonnie let herself focus on the magic buzzing in the air for just a second, and she realized that there was indeed a melding of their magics somewhere in the middle. It was like a string; something had reached out, and like a pair of headphones in a pocket, impossibly knotted them together, rolling it around and around and around.
And yes, on the end of Kai's string- if she tugged- she could feel how close he was to completion. On one hand, it concerned her that they could sense these things, but on the other, the power and interest of it thrilled her. There was still so much she didn't know as a witch, and so much Kai did.
Kai sped up again, pulling Bonnie up to him, suspending her between his muscled abs and the table below with one splayed hand across her back. She could mentally feel him grasping onto her string too, just as she was with his. Tucking into his emotions and responses made her own finish so much brighter because she got to experience his too.
Could all witches do this? Was this common? Had she been missing out on this forever, basically?
Kai gently set her back down, half-way collapsing on her, "We're going to be connected forever, Bennett," He whispered, "You just can't admit it."
Bonnie closed her eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of any answer- good or bad.
"And no," He continued, "It's not like that. You see, we're special."
"You think it was the magic that did that?" Bonnie asked, truly too curious to stay silent on this.
"Maybe. It's not like they sent a nicely worded letter on its intentions." Kai said, peeling himself from the wood. He offered Bonnie a hand, but she hopped off on her own, even though her legs felt like jello.
She tried to reach out for the string of fate again but found it harder to access. She wondered if it had been the release of emotions during sex or the physical closeness that had given her the opportunity.
"So," Kai rocked on his heels, having kicked his jeans to the side, but pulled his boxers back up, "The whole rest of the house, huh?"
XXxxXX
It took them hours to reach the aforementioned bed. It seemed every step they took, Kai was pulling her against some other piece of furniture or against some other wall, whispering nearly-sweet nothings in her ear as he drove into her again, and again, and again.
For Bonnie, each time he finished, she felt the need grow stronger, not less.
She wasn't sure what it was. It could be her dogged determination that she was going to leave this house pregnant that drove her to want it each time. It could also be the magic, which was surging forward to ensure this magical baby come to fruition.
Each time that they were together, her ability to hold onto that string became a little sharper, a little easier to grasp afterward.
All Bonnie knew is that whenever she walked through this house (and not that she planned to, not often at least) she'd be haunted by the deliciously sinful ghosts of her and Kai in positions and contortions that would have made the author of the Kama Sutra blush.
By the time they actually did make it do having sex in the bed, the exhaustion was weighing on both of them.
"You think there's that connection because it's already happened?" Bonnie asked, watching as Kai drew shapes on her naked flesh, inches from her stomach.
"No," Kai shrugged, "Or I don't know. I think it connects me to you so that when it does happen, I'll know. I mean, magic wants to keep you alive, duh. Having someone in your corner like me makes sure that happens."
"And my connection to you?"
Kai was quiet. It was a rare thing; she could tell he was actually thinking. She noticed, or remembered, that he often only got this way when considering magic theory or a spell. Something he cared about, something precise and careful.
"Well, we've already established that magic wants more Parkers, excuse me Bennett-Parkers," He added at her narrowed glare, "And if I'm dead, and I mean like actually dead, that can't happen. Logic says that it works the same way to alert you."
"Hah. I'd burn marshmallows over your charred remains," Bonnie snorted.
"Now, that's just not nice," Kai laughed like he found her violent streak endearing. He probably did.
"Kai Parker would eat a nice girl alive," Bonnie teased, rolling her eyes.
"I'd eat you too if you let me," Kai reminded.
Bonnie's stomach growled, "Goddammit. Speaking of food...I sorta am in a need of that."
With great disappointment, Kai extracted himself from Bonnie's side, "I take it the fridge isn't stocked?"
"Not with human shit, no. It's fine, I'll just pop over to the local Subway and make myself something quick. No worries."
"Oh, but Bonnie," He drew her name out in a long whine, "Let me cook for you."
"Uh, no. Remember the last time you cooked for me?" She said, grasping for her shirt- until she remembered it was probably over a lampshade or on the ceiling fan downstairs.
"We had a nice chat."
"You fucking stabbed me and then left me," Bonnie hissed, glancing upwards, "You honestly can't have blocked that out, no way."
"Okay, so yes," Kai at least winced, "But the food was good, wasn't it?"
Bonnie muttered something incoherent, but it had been fantastic. He'd be great boyfriend material if he wasn't so...stabby-stabby.
"I'm not about to kill the future mother of my child, and I'm not getting out of here anytime soon," He rubbed his shackles, "So, here." He'd been scribbling furiously on a notebook he'd found on a desk, and ripped the page, handing it to Bonnie.
"What's this?"
"Your grocery list, silly." He booped her nose, "Now, you'd better get out of here, 'lest I decide I don't want you to go and drag you back into bed with me," He said, leaning back against the headboard with a very satisfied grin.
This alone was enough to encourage Bonnie out of the house into the empty, empty streets of Mystic Falls.
XXxxXX
There was a moment, paused in the frozen food aisles at the local Target, whereas Bonnie tried to decide between two different bags of frozen veggies, that she had a strange out-of-body moment. It's as though, for the briefest of seconds, she felt herself looking at herself in this empty, empty world.
What she saw was a young girl collecting food in a cart so that her psychotic future baby daddy could cook her a meal.
"I coulda gotten saddled with someone who couldn't cook," Bonnie mumbled out loud, throwing the better looking of the two in with the other items. The most frustrating thing about Thanksgiving Dinner in the last prison world is that he'd been right. It had been decadent. It had been expertly made, perfectly seasoned, and achingly delicious. There was certainly enough freezer food in the world to keep him satisfied, which meant he either taught himself after a certain point or he came already knowing how to cook.
She wasn't sure what one would be better. Which one would make him seem less human?
Which, oddly, was her goal.
It was easy to forget, as he offered to cook her food and whispered about how incredibly powerful their son or daughter would be, that he was a blood-sucking vampire who was more interested in the blood pumping right beneath her skin than herself. That he wasn't a nice boyfriend, not that she considered him one. A boyfriend, that is.
She was under no illusions Kai was nice.
What she was having a harder time to reconcile, however, was that he was hardly human.
Kai was a monster and she should not be so casual around him. Despite her ingenious use of the magical cuffs around his wrists, he could manage a way out. He could drink from her before she could stop him. He could murder everyone she loved.
Kai could do a great many terrible, terrible things.
She wondered what her Grandmother would say. She was almost sure Grams would be horrified, until Bonnie recalled that she'd been sent to the Prison World by Grams. And, Bonnie knew there were more Prison Worlds previously in existence at one point, but no...Grams had sent her to Kai's.
That had to mean something, or Bonnie was just pulling shit from the air and calling it metaphorical.
Bonnie locked her jaw, refusing to consider either option and finished shopping quickly.
As she slammed the bags onto the counter, Kai appeared in the same jeans but a fresher-looking shirt. He blinked at the bags, as though he hadn't fully expected Bonnie to follow through. He brushed right past her, beginning to take out the items and corral them into tiny squares on the kitchen counter.
Bonnie yawned; it had been quite the day already. Not only had they been having marathon sex, and she'd also expended quite a bit of magic to get here, get Kai into the house with no hiccups, and to set it all up. She hadn't realized it until now, but she was extremely exhausted.
"I think I'm going to-,"
"Yeah, fine," Kai said unexpectedly. She had thought he'd pout or whine or ask her to stay around so he could bother her, "Best that you don't get underfoot."
Bonnie was nearly offended until she realized she shouldn't be. Instead, she turned sharply on her heels, bounded up the steps, and threw off her clothes. She had fallen asleep on the soft pillows before she had time to think about much else.
XXxxXX
The smell of food wafted upstairs, waking Bonnie. She blinked blearily, looking at the clock. She'd taken a well-deserved two-hour nap. She was hungry before sleeping, but ravenous now. Luckily, by the smells, she had a feeling it was near done.
She brushed out her bed head with her fingers, finding a shirt she'd put for Kai in the closet, pulling it on. It wasn't his in the sense he'd worn it yet; this was just a random shirt from Old Navy. So it wasn't quite like she was wearing his t-shirt, which would be too far.
"Ah, good. Was just about to wake ya," Kai said, grinning as she entered. She perused the items; Italian. Specifically, home-made ravioli.
"Fuck," She muttered, rolling her eyes.
"What? Not a fan of Italy?" Kai asked, "That's it. I don't think you can carry my child. Application denied. Request-,"
"No, just," Bonnie pursed her lips, "I wish you sucked at cooking."
Kai smirked, "Who would make sure you're eating correctly then? Soon, you'll be carrying for two. Or three."
Bonnie winced, "Don't remind me."
Kai plated them both generous portions. Bonnie had the brief consideration he'd poisoned it but realized that it would get him nowhere. She dug into it after a moment's deliberation, the first three bites near heavenly.
Kai was eating just as eagerly. They didn't talk (thank the Lord) for the first plate. They both were so starved that they were focusing only on scarfing it down, inhaling it. Bonnie finished first, getting up for seconds.
"I'm surprised you're eating," She commented as she set her plate on the counter to spoon more, "I know vampires can eat, but-,"
"Well," Kai said, startling her as he pulled her from behind. She stumbled, falling onto his lap. He pushed aside her hair, "My first choice keeps saying no."
"And I'll continue to," Bonnie said with a hint of annoyance, swatting away his teeth, which grazed against her earlobe, "Seriously, how many times do I have to deny you?"
"Mhh, a hundred more," Kai said, licking at her neck, "Because I do like this game we play, Bonster. But I also want to taste your blood," He said, raising a finger to his lips and pricking just the pad, a singular drop of blood beading, which he licked, rolling his finger around her, savoring the tang, "And one day you might say yes. But I'm also fine with you saying no."
"Oh?" Bonnie said, finding this very hard to believe.
"Of course," Kai said jovially, as though it was obvious, "The more you resist, the more tempting you are. You wouldn't be half as intriguing if you gave in."
"Well, how kind of you," Bonnie snorted, trying to detach herself. Kai kept a firm grip on her, though, keeping her saddled on his lap.
"It is. The girls back when I was in Highschool, and even college, they just threw themselves at me. No difficulty, no effort. Girls that bent to my will bored me, Bon," He whispered, as though unveiling the secrets of the universe. Bonnie got a strange feeling in her chest about hearing about other girls. Instead of doing anything about these feelings, Bonnie cackled.
"Girls liked you? I doubt that."
"I was mysterious," Kai said, his voice was dark and his eyebrow quirked, "I was the ultimate bad boy; shit grades, liked death metal, angry, and most of all... dangerous. They all thought they could fix me. Change me. It was like a challenge to some, but they were all just so...expendable," Kai hummed, "All I could ever think was that for as pretty as they tried to make themselves, they'd be prettier covered in their own blood."
Kai turned her face with a finger, "None of them held my interest. Not like you have, Bonnie."
"Because I fight you?"
"Precisely," Kai purred.
Bonnie frowned, "So...in the bar, in the chair. That was your first-,"
Kai snorted, "Where'd you get that idea? No. Duh."
"Well, you just said that girls didn't interest you," Bonnie floundered, feelings her cheeks blush.
"Their desire for a relationship disinterested me. I couldn't feel fucking love," Even now, he looked like he'd swallowed something vile, "And while I have a better idea of it now, courtesy of Luke, I'm not sure I find it worth it. I digress," Kai said, "Girls who were doormats were boring to me. Sex, and the dirty things with it...blood, pain, fluids...did not."
Bonnie held her jaw. Kai continued, shrugging casually.
"Of course, this led to no girl wanting to sleep with me twice. Not when I was through with them. But you're different."
"Because I'm forced to have sex with you via magic?" She asked dully.
Kai leaned in, humming as though she'd said something funny, "Because you're not a pushover or a sycophant. But more than that, like me, you're a monster too."
"I'm not-," Bonnie's voice quivered. Kai's fingers danced along the edge of her underwear, hidden by the oversized fit of the shirt on her.
"I'd believe you more if you weren't wet again for me," Kai breathed, a haughty lit to his voice, "We both know it's inevitable. There's no one that can match me but you, Bonnie." It was the closest to a genuine compliment as she'd ever heard.
"So I should keep fighting you?" Bonnie gasped out as Kai scissored her opening open, pushing aside her underwear. She hadn't even realized he'd gotten his pants off until he was easing himself into her.
"If you must. I've never lost though," Kai said, raising his palms to grasp her hips, thrusting upward harshly, drilling deep into her. Bonnie squirmed, feeling fuller than before, biting her lip to keep from moaning and whimpering as he reached every inch of her.
"Look at yourself, Bon," Kai said, one hand snaking up to grasp her throat, not hard enough to hurt or to even cut air off, but firm enough that she knew he could at any moment, "You're in a Prison World with a murderer, a vampire heretic, letting him fuck you senseless in the kitchen to produce a baby our magic bloodlines."
"You're really not selling yourself well," Bonnie grumbled, though she had to admit that his hold against her neck was exhilarating and nerve-inducing.
"I think my qualities are set. What does this say about you, though?" Kai demanded, "I know you liked it when you killed me. All those times when you tried to end me. You've enjoyed it."
"Yes," Bonnie hissed, recalling the sense of power she'd felt when she'd impaled him with a pick-ax.
"And yeah, I probably deserved it. But more than that, I know that the first time you killed me, I was always going to be inside of you. Ruin you. You'll never get rid of me," He whispered, coming as Bonnie stifled her exhale. She could feel, as she extracted herself, his warm fluid dripping down her legs.
"So," Kai said, leaning back on the chair, far enough that she was sure at any moment he'd topple over, "Seconds?"
Mourning the fact that Kai is coming to Legacies. Damn, I'm just prepared for them to butcher his character and probably make him fall in love with some simpering, pathetic female on the show...siiiiggggh. Way to go, Plec. I'd rather Kai not return at all, as cool as it may be to see him again, because I just KNOW this is going to end badly for us Bonkaiers.
So, enjoy this next chapter as we pretend Legacies just doesn't exist!