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Games II

"I killed Elena."

Klaus gaped at her, eyes wide, a million different emotions crossing them for the briefest of moments. She leaned into him, raising her hands to the top of his Henley, slowly unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt.

"So you see," she continued, her voice matter of factly, while her mouth formed a sweet small smile. "There will be no turning it back on. I took precautions. You know as well as I do that I might even kill myself if I was faced with that guilt. I killed my best friend, I did it. I burned down my own house. There is nothing left to go back to. Stefan and Damon are both terribly distraught right now. Bonnie is gone. Tyler is gone. Elena is gone. My mother is gone."

She mentioned it casually, dropping it somewhere in her list as if it was just another name but she saw that she had hit home when his frown deepened.

Suddenly, his hands moved to grab gently her wrists and stop her from continuing to unbutton his shirt. "What happened to your mother?" he asked, his voice composed.

She leaned in a little closer, into his grasp so that both of their arms were nearly pressed to her chest.

"Elena killed her," she answered, looking at him directly, her voice emotionless but her face betraying that she was far from numb or suffering from it.

He let out a sharp breath but didn't stop looking at her.

"And now you suppose Damon is after you," he said, his composure calm and collected, although she could see emotion in his eyes.

"Yes. Stefan's probably back to the good old ripper days. He might even be after me, too. Don't you think it would be amazing if you helped me kill off Damon and then compel Stefan to stay and be our friend?"

A frown appeared on his face and he licked his lips. It was so easy to hit home. Even if he'd struggle in the end the idea was planted in his head and she would get him to put it into action.

"And to finally answer your question," she said, freeing her arms from his grasp and sliding them around his neck, her fingernails lightly teasing his skin and running through his hair. "I didn't just come here to ask for your help. Consider this your lucky day. I came here to fuck you."

Now she'd really caught him by surprise again. The look on his face delighted her.

Suddenly, his features hardened and he grabbed her arms again, pulling them away from his neck.

"I will not have my hand forced by you, Caroline. Tread carefully, you don't want to play this game with me."

She smirked at him, giggling lightly. Precious.

"Why?" she asked, innocently. "What would happen if I lost?"

His jaw clenched as he glared back at her.

A moment silence lingered between them as he took a deep breath.

"Fine," she finally said, pulling her arms from his grasp again and rising to her feet. "Then I will leave. Let me deal with Damon alone."

He closed his eyes for a moment and his teeth clenched again.

She turned away and made her way to the bathroom, quickly packing her things back in one of her bags and brought it outside to store it in her suitcase.

He watched her, still seated on the sofa. She continued to collect her remaining things and put them away.

Suddenly he stood before her, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Caroline," he said. "Stay. I will help you kill Damon."

She smiled up at him. Well, this had been too easy.

He raised his hands to her face and cupped it between them, holding her in place to look at him.

He was going to snap her neck. Alright, this hadn't been planned. She thought through her options and decided to trust her instincts. This was most likely just a display of power.

He gazed at her intently, cocking his head to the side and running his thumbs over her cheeks, a frown plastered on his forehead.

"You never cease to amaze me, Caroline," he mumbled, watching her as if he was studying a subject to draw. "I knew you had an extraordinary amount of potential but you still manage to surprise me."

She stared back up at him, unmoving. Although her expression was emotionless, her eyes were just as vivid as his.

"There is just one thing I do not seem to be able to put my finger on," he continued and she raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to elaborate.

"Your light," he stated. "It is still there. I have seen vampires thrive and exceed themselves after turning it off. Mind you, Stefan is one of the best examples. As a ripper, he is exceptional but with his emotions he is just pathetic. But you…"

His hand moved down to caress her neck and his eyes fluttered there for a moment.

"You excelled at being a compassionate monster but you are a whole different deal with your switch flipped. Essentially, you act like Katarina. A little smarter, definitely. But still, I should be repulsed. But instead…"

His other hand had worked its way into her hair, his finger sliding through it.

"Instead you happen to be just as enthralling in this state. Your light… it is still shining. Which means that, despite what you might have assumed, it doesn't feed off your compassion or your loyalty. You are truly self-sustaining, independent."

A little menacing smile crept up her face but his expression didn't change.

"Now, let's stop pretending that both of us don't know how I feel about you," he continued. "I will not let you manipulate me, Caroline."

She raised her eyebrows.

"But you are right. It is best if you stay. I will teach you how to make his death long and excruciatingly painful." He said the words almost casually, running his thumb over her pulse point.

She shivered, her mind clouding a little. This was what she wanted, what she had come here for. Someone to take up with her, someone she could meet on almost equal footing. But this was still her game and even if he wasn't a pawn she was still the queen. She giggled at the thought about how well the metaphor fit their situation. She was the one in power but if he died the game would be over. Bloodline and all.

"So where's the catch?" she asked playfully, cocking her head to the sight.

He licked his lips, eyes still fixed on hers, his gaze suddenly more intent and serious than before.

"I killed Tyler, Caroline," he said, his voice soft and velvety.

"And given the current circumstances I guarantee you I will find myself unable to be the gentleman I should be."

Her breath hitched in her throat and suddenly she saw the flash of a smirk before his lips crashed down onto hers. She kissed him back, instantly granting him access into her mouth and raised her arms to his shoulders, draping them around his neck once again.

In a flash they were on the bed, him hovering above her.

His hands moved down her shoulders, taking the straps of her dress with them and she arched her back to help him slide down the fabric. She sighed into his mouth as he came down to kiss her again. The kiss was slow yet intense and she closed her eyes, enjoying the fluttery feeling that was building in her abdomen.

He moved his lips along her jaw line and then down her neck, kissing and nipping at the skin while sliding her dress further down her body. She raised her backside off the bed to help him and then he broke away, ridding her of the dress completely and paused to look at her.

His gaze was dark with lust and she felt her breath hitch at the sight.

He ran one hand over the fabric of her lace bra, and then moved to cup one breast roughly.

"You really dressed to kill," he said, smirking.

"Precisely," she answered, smirking back up at him and then he was kissing her again, his weight shifting onto her as he placed one hand on her knee to part her legs so he could fit between them.

She could feel his excitement through his pants and her mind was clouded by lust again as his mouth once again moved south, kissing her pulse point, then her neck and then moving further down her chest. One hand moved behind her, unclasping her bra.

She moved her hands up to lift his shirt as well but he pinned her wrists beside her head, raising his head to give her a playful smirk. "If you want control you picked the wrong victim," he said and she laughed while he released her hands to remove her bra.

Then, he leaned back again, quickly ridding himself of his shirt. She licked her lips in appreciation and ran her hands down his chest just as she had secretly wanted to do back when she'd still had her emotions.

He ran his hand down her neck and over her shoulders, brushing some hair aside in the process. Then it wandered down her chest, only gently brushing her skin until he reached the underside of her breast, lingering there as he watched her nipples tighten.

"You're stunning," he concluded and she smirked back up at him.

"I know," she answered him, her voice sweet, as she ran a finger over his biceps.

Roughly, his hand cupped her breast and she let out a quick breath in response. Then, he pounced down again, his lips back on her chest, now more nipping than kissing it, and her skin tingling every time his tongue grazed it. His free hand shot up to grab her wrists and he pinned them above her head. A smile spread on her face. She almost had him where she wanted him.

His lips had worked down their way to the breast left unoccupied and they closed around her nipple as his thumb grazed over the other. A low moan left her throat as she arched her back in response and she heard him chuckle, the vibration adding to the sensation on her skin.

Then, his hand trailed down her torso, his fingers running down her ribcage, then her stomach until they arrived at her hips and started playing with the waistband of her panties, teasing her.

His lips moved up her neck again, now sucking and nipping her skin until he reached the space right underneath her ear. She could feel his breath on her wet skin and it send an involuntary shiver through her body.

He leaned back again to look at her, his gaze dark and calculating.

"What do you want, Caroline?" he asked, his voice velvety, almost caressing the words. She could still feel the bulge in his pants against her thigh and she smiled widely.

"I thought you wanted to be the one in control, Klaus."

He smirked, his gaze turning even darker. "Well, then, I could just stop."

He released her arms and leaned back even further to underline his words.

She smirked up at him, raising her eyebrows in a challenging motion.

Then, her hand shot out to cup him in his pants. His eyes widened a fraction and his breath caught in his throat as she felt his cock twitch against the stroking movement of her fingers.

"That's fine. That would leave me the one in control," she answered him, sweetly.

Quickly, her eyes still fixed on his she made work of the fly of his pants, her fingers sliding into his boxers.

He caught her wrist before she could reach her target and came down on her again, pinning both of her wrists beside her head, his lips against her ear.

"Tell me what you want," he commanded, his breath against her skin leaving a tingling sensation as she felt the excitement wash all over her body. Almost there. There was just a little pushing to be done to get him where she wanted him.

"I want you to touch me," she whispered into his ear, her voice seductive. She felt his scruff grazing against her skin.

"Where?" he inquired and her smirk spread even wider as she withheld her answer deliberately.

A moment of silence spread between them, the tension building even more.

She bucked her hips against him, the contact creating friction between her core and the bulge in his pants.

"Where you want to touch me," she finally answered, licking her lips in apprehension.

He scoffed but she could basically feel the smirk on his face.

His hand released her left wrist, moving down her body again, grazing over her nipple in the process and then proceeded down her stomach and between her legs, cupping her over the fabric of her lace panties. She gasped against his ear and then he raised his head, his eyes connecting with hers, watching her as his fingers pushed aside the fabric and moved to touch her beneath it.

She let out an involuntary gasp again as she felt his thumb moving over her clit, quickly as if in accident and he smirked down at her smugly.

"Really, do you need me to feed your ego every step of the way?" she asked him, her voice challenging.

He raised his eyebrows, removing his fingers. "Do you have to challenge me every step of the way?" he responded.

She chuckled. "Surprise me," she said, raising her eyebrows.

In a flash, he ripped off her panties, shredding them in the process, his other hand on her knee, pushing it to the side. Her eyes widened and she let out an involuntary moan as she felt his tongue graze her clit. Roughly, he pushed two fingers inside of her and she moaned again, pleasure building down in her abdomen. His tongue explored her, tasting her, while these heavenly full lips of his brushed her flesh, his teeth taunting her from time to time as his fingers pushed in and out of her, building a steady rhythm that had her squirming against his mouth. He splayed his free hand on her stomach, holding her down as he quickly worked her up to her high.

She felt her eyes fluttering, slow moans and quick breaths leaving her throat as she trembled against his relentless assault, her hands clasped in fists around the sheets she lay on.

He quickened the rhythm of his thrusts, his teeth nipping on the nub of her clit and she came, a low throaty noise erupting from her throat as he held her down and his fingers rode out her orgasm, raising his head to watch her, a dark gaze in his eyes.

She panted heavily, her hands loosening their grasp on the sheets. Well, this most definitely had been a surprise. Matt had never done this with her and Tyler's skills had been rather unimpressive. Apparently Klaus was a whole different league. Just as she had expected. Experiencing it was a whole different deal, though.

He smirked at her as he moved above her again, gently removing a lose strand of hair from her face.

She smiled an innocent smile, one that belonged to the old Caroline, not her and for a second she saw a flash of pain in his eyes.

She took use of the situation and flipped them over, her hands pulling down both his pants and his boxers in one go, ridding him of his shoes in the process, too until he was as naked as she was.

She took a moment to eye his manhood, her eyebrows shooting up appreciatively. Apparently he was very well equipped. And also very much aroused.

She took him in her hand, teasingly running her fingers up his shaft and he grunted in pleasure. She lowered her head, making it seem as if she was about to return the favor, but it instead she just smirked, straddling him and guided him to her entrance.

In one swift movement, she moved down on him, burying all of him inside of her. He growled, bucking his hips involuntary and their eyes connected again as she let out a gasp at the sensation of being filled up so completely and abruptly.

"Bloody hell, Caroline," he let out, his voice hoarse and breathy. She just smiled in return, breathless as well and started moving against him, setting a fast and steady rhythm.

His hands moved to her hips and he thrust up against her, both of them moaning in unison.

She placed one hand on his thigh for leverage as she pushed down harder, closing her eyes for a moment at the pleasure building up again inside her.

His hand shut up to capture the side of her neck and pulled her down for a kiss as he sat up on his elbow. She complied, reveling in the way his lips devoured hers. They gasped in unison as she came down on him again. They stared at each other for a moment and she cheered in delight silently as she detected the look of affection in his eyes. Love.

Oh, this was way too easy.

Without warning she moved her lips to his throat and bit down hard and he bucked up against her in surprise, the motion creating pleasurable sensation between them. She moaned as she felt the taste of his blood against her tongue.

It didn't last for long. Suddenly she found her back on the sheets, him hovering above her, an angry glint in his eyes. Combined with the lust that was still very much evident in there it made her stomach flutter and her walls clamp down on him. He couldn't help but let out a grunt but the anger was still vivid on his face.

She could barely contain her excitement, both at the way the look in his eyes aroused her and about the fact that her plan had worked. When cornered, Klaus turned to react aggressively. And he was cornered now, his mind weighed down by guilt, jealousy, anger and hurt. It had just taken this tiny overstepped boundary to make him livid.

He thrust inside her, hard and fast and she moaned as he set up a pace much rougher than hers before.

"I don't remember… giving you permission to do that," he hissed out between his teeth as he continued pounding into her. She only moaned in response, feeling her orgasm building again quickly.

He grunted, too, closing his eyes for a moment, visibly losing control in his motions and they moved and moaned in unison as her hands snuck up behind his back, her nails leaving marks on his shoulder blades.

"Harder," she let out, breathily and he complied, giving her an unreadable look as she felt another tremor run through her body.

It didn't take long from there. After a few quick, violent thrusts she unraveled underneath him, even more intensely than before and he followed at the sensation of felling her clench around him.

As she felt the waves of pleasure rush over, her body went limp.

She enjoyed the noises he was making – god, did everything he ever did have to be this hot? – and lay back, composing her breathing again as he rolled over, pulling her to him instantly.

He cradled her in his arms and she let him, exhausted as she was.

They remained like this for a while as their breathing evened out and they both recovered from the intensity of their high.

Then, she freed herself of his embrace, rose to her feed and made her way to the bathroom. In front of the door she turned her head towards him. He was looking at her with an unreadable expression on his face.

"You were definitely better than the guy I fucked in that bed last night, I give you that," she remarked sweetly, an innocent smile plastered on her face.

Then she proceeded into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.