A/N : Just a reminder, this story is rated M for a reason. And it can be better experienced if you read it while playing the song Lust For Life by Lana Del Ray in the later part.


Once Elijah left, she could feel Klaus glaring a hole in the side of her head as she got a wet towel to wipe the blood from her neck.

He wasn't saying anything, but she knew it was only the calm before the storm.

More appropriately, it was the silence before the storm, because he looked thunderous.

"So," he was stalking towards her and it had been a while since she had felt such fear around him, "that was quite the good thing you did, for your friend." He was drawling the words, and she remembered senior prank night all of a sudden.

The fear she had felt then.

"Klaus...I had to."

"Yes, she's a very important person to you, isn't she?" She didn't think he wanted an answer but couldn't help herself.

"She is."

"As are Stefan and Damon, Caroline, even Elijah."

"Yes."

"Hmm...your brother, your aunt , your friend."

"What is the point of this?"

"I wonder love...who you were trying to protect when you went to meet my mother."

"I-"

"Your friends and family? Who would be much better off if I was dead!" She held herself steady as his voice rose an octave. She knew, or at least she thought, that he wouldn't kill her, but he looked livid.

"I told you about it the first chance I got." She said raising her chin. She didn't care how angry he was, she had done nothing but help him.

"You did, yes. Tell me, was it because of the noble Elijah? The one you trust so much, even after he betrayed you."

The realisation dawned on her.

"Klaus-"

"Because you...you accused me of playing games," she pressed herself into the counter behind her when he was finally in front of her. "And yet, there you were, plotting to kill me."

"No I-"

"Was it the realisation that Elijah would die as well? Is that what stopped you?" He asked, his tone resigned and his eyes glassy.

"No."

"Then what was it?"

"It was you. I went there to see what she wanted. So that I could protect you."

"Your lying!" She reeled back as he roared at her, and she couldn't help the fear that overcame her.

"No, Klaus, I-" your heart skips a beat when you lie, "listen to my heart. I'm not lying. I went there to protect you. It was all I wanted from the second I stepped into that room." He looked shaken for a moment, as though he couldn't believe her words.

"Why?" She pushed herself off the counter, one hand reaching up to his face.

"Because I care about you. And the thought of you dying..." she was the one who was speechless this time, the truth between them weighing down on her.

She didn't finish though, couldn't, not without barring her soul and that, she wasn't ready for that. Her attention was pulled to him again.

He pressed her back, crowding her in, one hand on the counter as the other reached up to her neck, stroking her pulse point with his thumb, as his palm was covering the back of her neck.

Suddenly, he pulled her into his body, pressing her against him and she felt lightheaded with desire. She wondered how things had changed so quickly, how he'd gone from yelling at her to looking at her as though she hung the moon. But, she also knew, that it was because he believed her.

The next thing she knew was the feeling of his lips on hers, crashing into her like a wave. She moaned into his mouth, pressing into him, trying to feel whatever she could of him as she got lost in the taste of his lips.

He was clutching at her desperately, as though he was trying to hold on and let go all at the same time.

As if he was trying to search for control, over himself, over her, it was enough to drive her crazy.

This was nothing like the previous night had been, this time it was all clashing teeth and tongues, as he moulded himself into her, as if he was attempting to possess as much of her as he could, as though he wanted to merge them into one. And she wanted it just as much as he did.

But-

"Klaus, she said something." She said once they broke apart but her words swallowed by his tongue, silencing her until he pulled back.

"What?" His voice was rough and low as he tilted her head back, pressing kisses along her jawline, his stubble scraping against her soft skin, and she moaned at the sensation, the roughness just the right amount of stimulation.

"About me bring your mate." She somehow got the words out between her panting making him freeze for a moment, his tongue at the crook of her neck and pulled back to look at her.

"Did she?"

"Yes. What does it mean?" She asked as she wondered how long it would take to take off his jacket, too far gone to admonish herself for such thoughts.

"That you belong to me." He said it with casualness, as if it was some forgone conclusion that didn't even merit discussion. And it did something to her, lit some primal part of her she decided to ignore.

"Of course it does, but how is it any different than calling me your doppelgänger?" There was a bite in her voice, as though she was angry at the very idea of belonging to him, but she was still pushing his jacket off his shoulders, enticed by the idea.

"It's quite different. It has to do with my werewolf nature." He broke away from her, shrugging the jacket off and really, no one, least of all Klaus, had the right to look that good in a vest.

"What is it?"

"This. What's happening right now, this is what it means to be someone's mate. It's as though we're two halves of a whole." And she tried to make sense of that, his anger to her compassion, his power grabs to her attempts at keeping her friends alive, his machinations to her kindness.

But they weren't that different, really. They had both learned how to fight when they were backed into a corner, they both wanted to gain power, him for nefarious purposes and her for protection, both capable of manipulation, capable of cruel machinations when forced.

They just had different purposes.

"When did you know?" She asked as he was running his hands down her arms, looking at her wonderingly, before he picked up her wrist to press his mouth into it gently, even as his eyes were dark.

"The Smoky mountains in Tennessee."

"What?" She asked in mild surprise, as she tried to unbutton his shirt with one hand, giving up in frustration and instead moved to scrap her teeth against the skin at the junction of his neck and chest. She could feel the laughter he let out at her actions and desperation.

"We can only recognise our mates when we're in our wolf forms." He said before he lightly tugged her hair, making her face up so he could kiss her again and she took the opportunity to finally unbutton his vest and shirt, her hands shaking and motions frantic.

"So you knew I was alive the entire time?" She asked between their kiss, running her hands over the hard planes of his chest, and suddenly it wasn't enough, she wanted more, more of him, more of them.

"Since that time, yes. I did."

"And at the school?"

"That was- I wanted to see if I could-"

"Hurt me." She finished as she pushed his shirt away, letting it pool with his jacket and then he was loosening the pins in her hair with enough care to give her whiplash. She appreciated the lean muscles he was covered in, his tattoo, the curve of his shoulders. "You wanted to see if you were still in control." She stated as he moved behind her to get better access, her back pressed against his bare chest.

"Yes. All disillusions of control were gone when Stefan tried to drive you off that bridge." He pulled her back into him once her hair was free, one arm across her chest as his mouth was on her neck, leaving hot open mouthed kisses all over her, until he found her sweet spot. He bit her there with blunt teeth, sucking into the skin as she threw her head back into him, a strange arousal at the pleasure and the pain rushing through her.

This was how he had killed her.

"You were afraid." She stated plainly as her hands made their way over his stomach, feeling the muscle there as she scratched him despite the awkward angle. She felt the groan he let out reverberate through her skin, as though piercing her to her bones.

"Yes." There was a catch in his voice and she turned around to get a look at him. He looked angry, whether at the confession of his fear or at feeling it at all, she didn't know. But she surged forwards, her hands over his hips, wanting to feel every inch of his skin as she kissed her way over his chest, wanting him, all of him.

He found the zip of her dress, pulling it down slowly, and then backed away from her, staring at her openly as the gown fell away, pooling at her feet leaving her almost bare to his heated gaze.

There was fire in his eyes, drinking her in, and she had the sudden urge to shrink back as she felt the heat pool in her stomach.

They were both frozen, the importance of the moment not lost on either. This wasn't something they would be able to come back from, ever.

They moved together as one, and he pulled her in his arms, picking her up before carrying her into the room she had woken up in.

She barely caught herself as he threw her into the bed, pulling herself up to undo his belt and he ran his hands over her.

"Lace," he said tilting his head as he played with her bra, unhooking it, "I knew there was more to you than that good girl exterior you show."

"Oh, like this?" She asked as she palmed him through the material of his pants, feeling him harden at her touch, taking pleasure in the groan he let out.

"You are positively vixen." He lowered his head and sucked gently on her nipple, drawing it to hardness, his warm mouth surrounding her as he scraped his teeth over her sensitive bud, paying attention to the other by rolling it between two fingers.

"Klaus..." She frantically removed his belt, pushing his pants down and he ground into her, covering her in his heat. She was vaguely aware of the sounds that were escaping her throat as he bit into her sensitive nipple with his blunt teeth.

"Klaus, please..."

"What do you want love? Tell me." He commanded with a growl against her skin as his hands trailed to the waistband of her panties.

"You, I want... something, anything, please." If she had any shame left, she would've blushed at the desperation in her voice, but all she could feel was him, and she wanted more. He slid down pulling her towards the foot of the bed where he sat on his knees.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling the black material off her, leaving her exposed. He broke their gaze to look down at her, staring at her glistening sex with naked want and desire, and she tried to rub her thighs together, to quell that feeling of lust. "Oh no, I want to see how wet you are, how wet I've made you." He teased as he grasped her ankles and pulled her legs apart, pressing kisses along her inner thighs till he got to where she really wanted him.

He pulled back then, raising his eyes to look at her, and pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She let out a moan at the sensation and he smirked at her, pressing into her, making her whine, before dipping his fingers lower, pressing two fingertips at her quivering entrance. "Is this what you want?" He asked smugly as if he couldn't feel her arousal on his fingers.

"Yes, just - I need you." He plunged two fingers into her, giving her no time to adjust, scissoring her, pulling her apart and then putting her back together. He was quick and rough and she could feel herself building up. She let out a whine as he abruptly pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty and wanting, her entrance quivering and clenching, wanting more of him.

He pressed his fingers against her lips and she sucked her own juices off them, feeling wanton, as she looked up at him while hollowing her cheeks.

"I bet you taste delicious sweetheart."

His tongue felt flat against her sex then, as he licked a stripe from her entrance all the way up to her clit, hollowing his cheeks around it, teasing with his tongue in a way that had her toes curling. He was alternating it with his teeth at her lips nipping at them before soothing the burn with his tongue, and she was grinding herself onto his face, hips snapping up in urgency.

He descended on her, biting and licking and sucking her relentlessly, and she was growing more and more incoherent with each passing second, her hands quivering as they struggled to hold her up, her back arching off its own accord.

And she was too far gone to care about anything other than his lips, his tongue, his hands on her thighs, and the sounds he was drawing out of her.

"Klaus" she could feel the sensation building in her stomach as he continued his assault on her. "I'm going to-"

His only response was to go faster, at an almost supernatural speed and she couldn't even moan anymore, her mouth dropped open as she seized, the warmth spreading throughout her and she clamped her thighs around his face, holding it in place as she rid her high. She could feel herself quivering even as she finally relaxed her thighs and dropped onto the bed, feeling boneless.

She stared at the ceiling as she could feel him cleaning up the mess she'd made, far too sensitive for his ministrations but unable to move as he held her thighs down. "Delicious."

She was still catching her breath when he slithered next to her and she slid down the bed, not wanting to be outdone. She had a strange desire in her to make him beg the way she had begged him for that sweet release.

This time, she was the one on her knees, as he supported his weight on his forearms to see her clearly.

She swallowed as she took in the sight of his covered length. That was unfair, she thought as she bit her lip.

"Nervous?" He asked cockily and she surged forward to run her tongue over his clothed member, wanting to replace that look with something more primal, before pulling it free of its confines.

She took in the sight of the pink swollen head, wondering what it would feel like inside her, before wrapping her hand around it and pumping it a few times. She wrapped her lips around the head, running her tongue around him.

She hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head, taking in more and more of him, spurred on by the sounds he was making, until she couldn't fit in anymore. She could feel him throbbing inside her as he thrust into her, lips stretched almost to the point of discomfort, the tip at her throat. She moaned around him, looking up at him, could see his face contorted in pleasure, his eyes almost closed and felt drunk with power.

She scratched at his thighs, to tell him he didn't have to hold back. And he let go, his hips thrusting without abandon as he fisted his hand in her hair, making her choke around him, and all she could do was hold on to his thighs, leaving half moon marks in his skin where her fingers were digging.

It was over all too soon when he pulled her head off him. She looked at him in question, but the next moment she was on the bed underneath him, her knees almost crying in relief.

She parted her legs when she felt him against her thigh, and he wasted no time sinking into her heat, the delicious stretch of him almost too much as he settled into her as though he belonged there.

It felt like he did.

She held on to his arms, shutting her eyes as she adjusted to his length and his girth, relaxing herself even as she was on the edge of pain and pleasure.

"If only you could see yourself right now darling, just how well you're taking my cock." He said as she felt full like never before and she clenched around him, making him growl. "You are so bloody tight!"

"Move."

"You're missing something important there love." He said as he lay still over her, his cock throbbing inside her even as he causally played with her hair. She wondered how long he could keep doing that, lay perfectly still inside her, filling her up as he played with her. She didn't want to find out now.

"Please."

"There's a good girl." He sounded too glib, really, but before she could complain, he was moving inside her, the feeling of him new and unfamiliar. He was rough with her, snapping his hips at an almost punishing pace as she held on to him, digging her nails down his back, making him hiss in pain. She'd been with people who had made love to her, but she had never been with anyone who had fucked her like this. Like he was claiming her, itching his name, his scent into her so everyone would know just who she belonged to.

She whimpered when he pulled out and flipped her into her stomach, more gently then she thought he would, and got on to her hands and knees. And somehow he was driving into her harder and faster than before, although this time she had more leverage to slam back into him, clenching around him, as he finally, finally, hit that spot. The one that made her back arch, and he pulled her back, flush against him, the angle making it even better.

"Oh, you like that, don't know? Like the way I fill you up. Look at you, you've got everyone fooled with your act, but they don't know this side of you, do they, hmm?"

"I..." she could barely make her tongue work, let alone hold any coherent thought, and she was jolted back to reality when he twisted her nipple painfully.

"Answer me!" He growled into her ear, and she should've been afraid or angry, but she could only feel herself getting more wet.

"No, no one else knows this, just you." She panted the words, so soft she wasn't sure he heard her, but his painful touch over her sensitive nub turned gentle, allowing the blood to rush back into it.

Then suddenly his fingers were at her mouth and she sucked on them, swirling her tongue around them before he pulled back, settling them over her clit, sliding over it quickly as she let go, the sensations too much for her.

His mouth at her throat, his hand between her thighs and his length buried inside her, the sound of skin slapping on skin the only sound in the room and she let go, arching into him, holding onto whatever skin she could reach as he spilled into her, holding her against him as they both reached their highs together.

They collapsed, although he took care not to crush her under his weight, after they were done, lying next to each other as they recovered.

He was holding her impossibly close to him, and she was surrounded by his heat. The situation was still looming over them, the uncertainty. There was a good chance they could both be dead by nightfall. She turned around, moulding herself into him, her head tucked under his chin, and tried to memorise this. All of it, how he felt against her, inside her, how much she wanted him and needed him, how she felt almost complete. All she could think about, in that moment, was how many more days like this with him she wanted.

The intensity of her own feelings scared her.


A/N : Author has self control issues, this was supposed to be Klaus/Elena interaction, yet it somehow turned into almost a chapter of smut. Let me know what you think!