Chapter 27: Double Entendre
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wintersquares prompt: A spell gone wrong and now Caroline has to deal with two Klauses. Smut or no smut. Writer's choice.
Warning: Bring on the smut!
"Too much of a good thing can be wonderful!" - Mae West
The hole wasn't that big. Caroline eyed it critically, backing up a few steps to make sure it wasn't a trick of the light. Squinting at it, she flicked on the stainless table lamp with a sculpted orchid base to see if proper lighting was the issue. Nope — the hole was still there and it was the size of her rear. Well, the right butt cheek, anyway. This is what happens when you play truth or dare with Kol, she thought grimly, grinding her teeth when she realized Kol was still braying like a deranged donkey, standing beside her and nearly doubled over laughing.
The day had started out innocently enough — Klaus was going to be out for a few hours hunting down the latest perceived threat to their bizarre little group of friends and family that had somehow become quite close over the years, mainly due to Caroline's stubborn insistence that family meals happen every Sunday at noon regardless of petty squabbles, slightly more serious daggerings, or whatever other villain-of-the-week nonsense occurred. Klaus had insisted Kol stay behind to be her guard dog, which she had not appreciated, but she usually enjoyed his laidback company, so she decided to let it go. After all, picking her battles was one of the first time-saving lessons she learned after she and Klaus moved in together.
Kol had a wicked gleam in his eye when he suggested they play truth or dare, but she never backed down from a challenge, so she agreed to play. When Kol had dared her to perform the most complicated cheer routine she could remember, she may have gotten a bit carried away trying to show off, and used too much vampire strength in an impressive series of backflips that ended in a pike-out. Or, at least, that was what was supposed to happen before her foot slid across the marble surface of the coffee table, causing her to slam her right ass cheek into the wall at full supernatural speed in the middle of her toe touch. Oops.
"Shit," she mumbled, mildly panicked, "I need to fix that before Klaus gets home."
"Whatever for, darling," Kol asked, merriment dancing in his brown eyes when he added knowingly, "You could set the curls of his nethers on fire and he'd smirk and ask where you'd like to go for dinner."
Rolling her eyes, she explained, "I know, but it's just...I may have thrown a tiny fit a couple of weeks ago when he broke the Murano glass chandelier in the dining room."
Impressed, he asked, "Why on earth would he do that? You and Rebekah spent two weeks in Italy waiting for the bloody thing to be designed. Nik was a positively miserable bloke while you were gone."
"Ugh. He threw a werewolf at it," she said in irritation, crossing her arms in front of her with a sigh. "Dumbass werewolf wouldn't sign Elijah's treaty and the next thing you know, his oily unibrow is plowing through hand-crafted glass and steel. It was a huge mess and I made Klaus clean it up while I lectured about his poor impulse control and made him sleep in the guest room all weekend." She stomped her foot, pointing at the hole in the wall while Kol dissolved into giggles. "This looks like I have poor impulse control! Which I definitely don't!"
Eyeing the broken plaster critically, he said, "Well, it's not like you have time to patch it properly since Nik will be home any minute. Besides, that wolfy sniffer of his would smell the chemicals."
"I know," she groaned, raking her fingers through her messy blonde waves. "I just need to cover it up with something for now, and then deal with it later when there's more time..." she trailed off, thinking of what might be a temporary solution. Suddenly, her blue eyes lit up and she said excitedly, "I've got it! It's perfect too — I saw it just the other day in your family's old mansion. It was just collecting dust in the attic, so I brought it here and put it in a closet while I decided where it would go." She flashed away before Kol could ask more questions, returning just as quickly with an ornate silver and iron mirror, its delicate square frame glittering with an almost impish sparkle in the sunlight.
Caroline quickly hung the mirror over the damaged area, making a hum of delight when she realized how perfect it looked. She was so wrapped up in admiring the exquisitely wrought double faces of silver and iron, she failed to notice Kol edging away from the living room, a curious grin on his face. "Actually darling, I happen to be quite familiar with that particular piece. I was absolutely riveted by the movie, She Done Him Wrong, so I had it fashioned as a gift to Mae West in the hopes that she would agree to an adventurous three-way romp, but Nik, the cranky bastard, daggered me before I got the chance to give it to her."
Before Caroline could comment, Klaus arrived, greeting Caroline with a quick kiss, asking, "So what have you lot been up to today?"
"Not much," she said, hastily adding, "Kol was helping me hang this antique mirror I found at your family's old mansion. Isn't it beautiful?"
Clearly noting her anxious tone, Klaus cocked a questioning eyebrow, but wandered over to the mirror to study it more closely. "The craftsmanship is stunning," he agreed. He noted the double faces and commented curiously, "The frame is depicting Janus, the Roman god of two faces."
Kol took a large step toward the front door, cheerfully calling out, "Why yes, brother, I do believe it is. Have fun you two!" He flashed away, leaving them both wondering what had caused the trouble-making Mikaelson to bid such a hasty retreat.
Klaus eyed the mirror critically, his reflection confused as he reached out to gingerly caress the delicate frame. The glass began to crack, the pieces fluttering with the airiness of feathers as they settled in a shimmering pile at Klaus' feet. Understanding dawned in his gray eyes as he watched the jagged mirror pieces inexplicably swirl together like a viscous fluid, churning until a white light burst forth and suddenly a figure stepped through, startling Caroline, but causing Klaus to heave an aggravated sigh.
Caroline blinked rapidly in disbelief. Standing next to Klaus was...Klaus. Or, at least a Klaus. She flashed over to her Klaus, yanking him back beside her as she stared at mirror Klaus suspiciously. "What the hell? Kol knew this was going to happen, didn't he," she seethed.
"It would appear so," Klaus said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "That mirror was Kol's, and given the design featured the Roman god, Janus, a symbol of duality, it would appear that he had the mirror enchanted to do this. For what purpose, I'm not sure."
Caroline wrinkled her nose a bit as she recalled Kol's earlier words. "Apparently, the mirror was supposed to be a gift to con Mae West into having a threesome with him and...herself."
"Indeed," Klaus commented, perking up a bit when he noticed the faint blush creeping along Caroline's neck as she flicked her eyes between him and mirror Klaus in a decidedly unsubtle manner. "Would that be something that tickles your fancy, love?" His voice had turned into a low, sexy growl, causing mirror Klaus to smirk and move closer to them.
She stumbled over her words, blushing more furiously when she noticed the heated desire she found in both men as they stared at her. "Is it safe," she asked uncertainly. "I mean, is he you or something...else?"
Klaus gently folded her into his arms, slowly turning her to face mirror Klaus, who was watching her with great interest. "The mirror captured my reflection and manifested itself into a shadow of my desires. I crave you; therefore, so does it. It will not harm you — I will not allow it."
Emboldened by his reassuring words, Caroline nodded, her blue eyes eagerly trailing over mirror Klaus as he shrugged out of his gray henley, his muscular arms reaching out to cup her face tenderly. He tipped her face upward until she was at the perfect angle for a punishing kiss, his soft lips lingering on hers as he savored her taste.
With a possessive rumble, Klaus quickly unbuttoned her red shorts, sliding them down her long legs, his fingers trailing deliciously along her inner thighs. When she shifted her thighs, trying to create more of that delicious friction, he rewarded her with a light smack across her ass, causing her to gasp in delight.
Mirror Klaus sank to his knees before her, looking up at her with gray eyes ringed with gold as he growled, "I like these," tracing the red stripes of her thong. As she shivered under his covetous gaze, he dipped a finger underneath, barely grazing her slick folds.
Behind her, Klaus began cupping her breasts underneath her black blouse, shamelessly admiring her cleavage as it rose in the scoop neckline. He circled her hardened nipples teasingly, finally pinching them until she ached. She called out his name, causing both men to rumble lowly in their chests.
"Please," Caroline panted, staring down at mirror Klaus as he began slowly working his finger inside her, "make me come." She threw both of her arms behind Klaus' neck as he continued to play with her breasts. "I need it," she confessed breathlessly.
"As you command, love," Klaus told her, nodding down at mirror Klaus who looked elated at the task before him. Klaus molded her ivory globes in his hands, aggressively clutching at her skin, leaving reddened marks that faded far too fast for her liking.
Mirror Klaus parted her thighs eagerly, sliding down her thong just enough to expose her dripping center. He picked up the pace of his strokes, adding two more fingers and stretching her as she groaned.
Her thighs started to tremble, and she could feel the tell-tale coiling within her belly as she reached her orgasm. Klaus quickly fell to his knees behind her, taking her by surprise as he plunged his tongue into her center, then licking along her crevice.
Not to be outdone, mirror Klaus leaned forward, his lips sucking at her wet folds, then sliding his tongue along her core as she gasped. She loved the feel of both men's tongues as they traced sinful paths along her quivering flesh, their fingers digging into her thighs to hold her steady as they continued their eager explorations. Soon, she found her release, rocking to and fro against them until she was spent. Smiling lazily, she stretched languidly, giggling when she saw both men's eyes flare golden at the sight of her arching her back.
Mirror Klaus sat on top of the coffee table, the prominent bulge in his dark denim drawing her hungry gaze. "Would you like me to take care of that," she asked, her voice hitching at how quickly he parted his thighs for her with a knowing grin.
Caroline swayed her hips, the sides of her thong sliding a bit lower down her thighs. She bent over, planting her hands on the cool marble surface on either side of mirror Klaus' hips. Flicking her blue eyes up at him, she coyly asked, "I've been dying to know if you and Klaus are identical everywhere. Show me, please?"
With a grunt, mirror Klaus hastily unzipped his jeans, pulling out his hard cock and stroking it under her heated perusal.
Klaus distracted her with a firm smack on her ass, soothing the ivory flesh with his warm touch. "What about me, love? Can you take care of me as well?" His rough voice betrayed his own urges, the exquisite need he felt for her.
With a toss of her blonde waves, she glanced over her shoulder at him, and with a flirtatious wink remarked, "There's only one way to find out."
Growling possessively, Klaus ripped open his jeans, fisting his cock before bringing the leaking tip to her moist center. Caroline wiggled her hips, urging him to take her, but she soon became distracted by mirror Klaus tugging on her golden locks, pulling her sweet lips down onto his waiting cock. He swelled within her mouth, twitching as she ran her tongue along the sides.
Just as she had begun to suck, Klaus ripped off her blouse, then gripped her soft hips, digging in his fingers as he pushed himself into her aching core, causing her to moan against mirror Klaus' stiff length. He set a punishing rhythm, his dick pumping furiously into her as she whined below him, contracting her muscles to create a pleasurable friction.
Mirror Klaus hissed at the feel of her taking more of him into her mouth, pumping his hips as she worked him over with teeth and tongue. When she ran the points of her fangs along his leaking tip, he came undone, spilling into her with a hoarse cry.
She could feel Klaus getting close, his thrusts behind her becoming shallower as he growled against her ivory skin. With a sexy little smirk that showed off his dimples, mirror Klaus leaned back against the coffee table, pulling Caroline on top of him as Klaus continued to piston in and out of her dripping core.
The feel of the men's sweat-slicked skin rubbing against each other in time to Klaus' thrusts had Caroline on the edge of another powerful release. As mirror Klaus pulled her in for a ferocious kiss, she felt Klaus stiffen against her, cursing loudly as he spent himself, triggering her own ecstatic finish.
The three remained in a satisfied tangle upon the marble surface, panting as they tried to catch their breath. Chuckling, Caroline glanced over at Klaus, playfully running her fingers through his sweaty dirty blonde curls. "I feel like there's a joke in here somewhere but I can't quite reach it. Something along the lines of 'we've just invented a ménage à awe'?"
Klaus laughed, pulling her in for a quick kiss while mirror Klaus stroked her back in companionable silence. He nipped at her bottom lip and with an impish smirk he revealed, "I was thinking we just redefined the meaning of double entendre."
