So this is a continuation of a drabble I wrote last year for Klaroline Fanfiction Week called Beg For It. It's a dark, role reversal with Caroline as the Original Hybrid and Klaus as a baby vamp. You can find it in my drabble collection entitled "I've Caught Myself Wishing," Chapter 2. I would link it for you here but FFN can't make anything that easy, unfortunately.

This one can be read as a standalone, you'll still get the gist of it, but the first part contains all the buildup and isn't long, so I suggest you check that one out first.

This Part II was written for Klaroweek 2015 Day 5, aka Smut Day, aka the one day I got off my butt to write something (but what a day to pick, right?).

Rated M (obviously).

The first thing he noticed when he opened his eyes was that he was no longer in the room from before, instead finding himself tucked in between crisp sheets in a large bed. His head was still slightly foggy, an aftereffect of the venom, he assumed. Looking to his left, Klaus saw the glass of blood his nose had informed him of waiting on the nightstand and his fangs dropped instinctively, his hunger still close to the surface after last night. The glass was drained in mere seconds, the fresh blood soothing the last aches from his body, clearing the haze of his mind.

And then he promptly wished it hadn't.

It all came rushing back to him; the bite, the cure, the bargain, the man he helped kill. Her.

The blood in his stomach now felt unwelcome, churning unpleasantly as guilt and worry began to weigh down on him. What exactly had he agreed to?

"Now, now, none of that."

His head shot to the door at the sound of the smooth voice, finding the object of his thoughts leaning against the doorframe. A shudder, one not entirely stemming from fear, ran through him at the sight of her, short red miniskirt and tight fitting blouse paired with a pair of spiked heels that looked almost as deadly as the blonde herself. Her appearance was much less innocent looking today, though he supposed that part of the ruse was useless at this point.

Caroline entered the room with a supernatural grace Klaus no longer found surprising, small smirk playing on her painted red lips as she approached the bed. "I can't have my newest plaything getting all mopey, now can I?"

"I'm not your plaything," he spat, his voice rough from sleep.

The hybrid merely giggled, a sound that was jarringly off compared to her personality; it made Klaus shiver.

"Aren't you though?" she asked, leaning back onto the bed near his feet, hands resting on the cream bedspread, propping her up. "Or did you forget our little deal? You're mine now, pet."

"I didn't forget," he hissed, leveling her with a glare, though she just smiled at him.

"Good! Now, let's see, what should I do with you now?" she wondered, bringing a long nail to tap on her lips thoughtfully. "Watching you drain that guy last night was amusing, maybe we should do that again?"

Klaus' eyes widened in fear. "No! I refuse to kill innocent people!"

She slowly turned her head to look at him, her blue eyes flashing deadly cold for a moment before the mask of indifference returned. "I could always compel you," she said nonchalantly, as if she were talking about the weather and not taking away his free will. "But that's no fun, is it?" she pouted, red lips seeming larger than usual as she frowned, his eyes drawn to them.

The young vampire froze at her words, fear surging through his veins as much as the stolen blood. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, wishing he still had access to vervain, though he had a feeling that wouldn't stop her for long; if anything it would make things worse for him. But then again, hadn't he already given up his free will in exchange for his life? A chill ran through him at the realization, yet a small part of him was excited by the thought of being under her total control. What was wrong with him?

"Mmm, good choice," she murmured, observing his silent compliance. "Now, let's have a look at you," she said, rising from the bed, beckoning him to do the same. "I want to make sure my pet is all better."

Klaus frowned at the order, suddenly feeling like a horse gone to market. He knew he had no choice though, throwing back the sheets and rising to thankfully unshaky legs, stiffly moving to stand in front of her.

"There we go, see? That wasn't so hard was it?" she praised, seemingly oblivious, though more likely just uncaring, of the way he grit his teeth at her words. "Hmm, apparently Stefan didn't feel the need to find you some proper sleeping attire before he put you to bed," Caroline tsked, noting he was still in the same clothes from last night. "No matter, we will just have to find you something more suitable, wont we?"

He merely grunted in reply, honestly not caring about his wardrobe, though his eyes narrowed at the mention of the other Original.

"Aw, you're no fun when you don't fight back, pet," she chided, walking around him as she observed him closely.

The eyes raking over his body sent a shiver down his spine. "I thought you wanted me to do whatever you said," he ground out, annoyed with her seemingly capricious nature.

Caroline rolled her eyes as she came to a halt in front of him. "If I wanted someone to fawn all over me and do everything I said without question, I would go hang out with Stefan."

He couldn't help the sudden tenseness of his body at the mention of the solemn Original. Klaus didn't know why he suddenly felt such a massive dislike for the other male, not that Stefan was particularly likeable in his opinion, but ever since last night Klaus had felt a burning rage overtake him whenever he thought of him; especially in reference to Caroline.

This change had not gone unnoticed by her, either.

"Hmm, what's this?" she asked thoughtfully, taking a step closer to the vampire. "Is someone… jealous of Steffy?"

He couldn't help the growl that slipped past his lips, or the way his hands suddenly clenched into fists at the familiar nickname.

"Interesting…"

Caroline tilted her head as she regarded him, her gaze merciless as it raked over his body. Considering.

Suddenly she flashed into Klaus, slamming him against the wall and holding him there with her superior strength. She pressed her body against his, her curves flush against him.

"I want to know," she drawled, her gaze dipping down to stare at his pulse point for a moment too long. Caroline moved in even closer, her lips a hairsbreadth from his. "Do you want me?" she asked, eyes half lidded now, a dark blue that entranced him. She tilted her head closer still, her lips now brushing his as she spoke, "Do you need me?"

A shiver ran through him, thoughts of the last time he had tasted her lips running rampant through his mind. Everything was so much clearer now, free from the effects of the venom, so much more heightened. It made his blood run hot, her body against his, and him finally able to move back. This was wrong, so very wrong, he knew that. Yet it felt anything but.

"Tell me, Niklaus," she breathed, her tongue flicking against his lips as she spoke they were so close.

Suddenly, he flipped them around, pressing her back to the wall instead. She could have easily stopped him, even if he had initially caught her off guard, but the Original was interested to see how this would play out.

Caroline eyed him curiously, raising an eyebrow as she smirked at him, waiting.

Klaus was breathing heavily as he held her there, though they both knew she could get away effortlessly if she wished. With hard eyes he regarded her for a moment, deciding where to go from there. In the end, he knew there was only one way this would turn out, and he was both thrilled and afraid of it.

Mind made up, he pressed his body to her, nose buried in the soft curls that hung loose around her neck. She could feel the hard planes of his body against her, as well as something else equally as hard, and she knew she had him. Caroline wrapped her arms around his neck, stroking his hair in a gentle motion that seemed completely at odds with her normal countenance; it made him shudder.

"Yes," he said against her neck, his voice hard as he answered her. Klaus pulled back, his eyes darkening as he met her gaze. "I loathe that I want you," he spat before crashing his lips against hers, kissing her harshly. One hand wound itself into her hair, roughly tilting her head, giving him a better angle as his other hand forged a blistering path down her front.

Caroline moaned against his lips, enjoying his rough handling.

"I hate that I need you," he groaned into her mouth, their tongues moving savagely over one another as he pulled her knee up roughly, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist.

She happily complied, grinding herself into him, showing him who was really in control regardless of the freedoms she allowed him.

Klaus reached down to push her skirt up further, thankful she had a penchant for them. He tore her panties from her unceremoniously, drawing a growl from the hybrid. He ignored her however, his hand quickly working at his belt, pushing his pants just low enough to release his hard cock. He pumped himself in his hand a few times, locking eyes with her as he broke their angry kiss. Without further warning he pulled her hips against him, thrusting up into her.

Caroline cried out at the unexpected pleasure. She had been more than ready for him, despite his quick pace, and she had a sneaking suspicion the baby vampire had known as well. She also took note of the way he paused momentarily, gauging her reaction before he began a rigorous pace, pushing her hard against the wall with every thrust. She was torn between finding it endearing and annoying; she would have to decide later though, as the sight of black veins forming beneath his eyes caught her attention.

"Would you like another taste?" she purred, her voice oddly steady as her body was constantly jarred by his movements. "You only have to ask," she teased, baring her neck to him.

His fangs descended involuntarily, and he bit his own lip as he struggled to restrain himself.

"Come now, Klaus, why deny yourself what you want? You know what I want to hear, just say it," she drawled, running one red nail along her throat, cutting the skin. His eyes intently followed the drop of blood that ran down, disappearing into her blouse.

"Please," he finally rasped, the scent of her blood too much.

Caroline purred in pleasure, bending her neck for him and allowing him to drink. Her eyes rolled back at the feeling of his fangs piercing her skin and the overeager way in which he greedily swallowed her blood.

Klaus bit out a gasp, his fangs losing their hold on her as he felt the prick of her teeth in his own neck, drinking from him in return.

"It's only fair to share," he felt as well as heard the heated words whispered into his skin.

He moaned in reply, teeth returning to her jugular as his thrusts increased in speed, an incredible haze of lust descending on him as he bloodshared with her. He had never felt something like this before. The heat clawing its way through his veins, it was like he was on fire.

And he never wanted it to be put out.

Caroline broke away from his neck with a loud gasp, head slamming back against the wall as he felt her constrict around him in her release. Her heels dug into his back as her legs tightened around him, drawing a growl of pleasured pain from his throat. He couldn't help but quickly follow her over the edge of pleasure, slamming his lips against hers in a bloody kiss as he gave one final, hard thrust into her willing body.

After a few moments of heavy panting, Klaus felt himself slump down, pressing her further against the wall. His legs felt like jelly. It hadn't been a particularly long fuck, but it was definitely the most mind blowing orgasm he had ever experienced.

He vaguely wondered if it was the same for her, pushing aside the thought that he hoped so as he felt her disentangle herself from him and slide away. Klaus turned to face her, his back now resting against the wall as he continued to pant, straining to return his breathing to normal as he allowed the wall to support him.

Caroline, however, seemed to have no such difficulties. He watched with shock as she simply straightened her clothes as if nothing had happened and walked to the middle of the room on those deadly heels, not even a hitch in her step.

"Oh Stefan," she called, brushing some dried blood from her chest in distaste.

Klaus barely had time to frown when the other man immediately appeared. His features deepened into a scowl at the implication of such a sudden appearance. Had Stefan been waiting nearby the entire time? Had he heard them?

As if to answer his thoughts, Stefan sent a knowing smirk his way, eyes running down the baby vampire's body smugly, hovering tauntingly over the spent cock hanging out of Klaus' pants before turning his attention back to the beautiful yet deadly blonde.

"I need to wash up and find a new shirt," she pouted at Stefan, shooting him wide innocent eyes that made Klaus burn with envy. "And I need you to find some clean clothes for my pet," she added, gracing Klaus with a knowing smirk before she began to walk from the room, Stefan following.

Klaus couldn't even form words, his confused rage mixing with exhaustion, leaving him silent and uncomfortable.

"Come along when you're ready, pet," Caroline called over her shoulder as an after thought as she allowed Stefan to lead her from the room, one hand low on her back, guiding her.

Stefan looked back into the room before they reached the door, catching Klaus' eye and giving him a smirk as his hand dipped dangerously low for a moment, sending Klaus a silent challenge as they left the room.

Klaus' temper immediately flared, a feeling of possession washing over him. He tried not to dwell on it, however, as he slumped to the floor, exhaustion winning out. He didn't want to think about how attached to her he was already becoming, how much he was beginning to realize he wanted to be with her. Klaus was in deep, and he feared he was about to drown.

But what a sweet death it would be he thought as he licked her blood from his lips, already anticipating the next taste.