Klaus watched Finn and Sage as they walked, hand in hand out of his mansion. He pulled a vial containing Finn's blood out of his back pocket, smirking as he did so. He had managed to convince Sage to convince Finn to give a little donation of his blood. Klaus could see that after 900 years, and being locked up in a coffin with a dagger through his chest, that Finn still loved Sage, and Sage didn't want him to die.

Klaus made to go to where Bonnie was studying how to unlink the spell Esther had placed on him and his siblings, when the mouth-watering, overwhelmingly delicious scent of blood swarmed his nostrils like bees to honey, and the sound of heels clicking on the marble floor of the next room filled his ears. Rebekah was back, and by the sounds of it, she wasn't the only one in the room.

"You wanna compel me to be your boyfriend?" Klaus' lips curved into a smirk as he heard the elder Salvatore's voice.

"Well look what you caught," he walked into the room where the scent of Damon's blood was strongest, and found the younger vampire suspended from the ceiling by bear traps. They clamped down on his wrists, slicing deeper into his skin every time he struggled, the wave of crimson blood dripped from his wounds and onto the floor.

"Trying to bleed him of vervain, don't you think it would be easier to hang him upside down?" Klaus brought himself back into the conversation, subtly focusing his eyes on Damon's perfectly sculpted and blood-stained chest.

Klaus fought the urge to lick his lips, and drain Damon dry of all his blood, right there and then. He'd wanted to claim the elder Salvatore as his for quite some time, choosing to ignore the fact that he was pursing Elena like a relentless hunting dog, and that he was plotting to kill him and his siblings alongside his own mother.

"I'm perfectly capable of inflicting pain thank you very much," Rebekah said sourly, snapping Klaus from his thoughts. Damon looked helpless, suspended like that, and Klaus' own desires were clouding up his mind, making it impossible for him to concentrate on any one thing except the raven-haired beauty.

"Well excuse me. It's not like I have any expertise in the matter," Klaus said as-a-matter-of-factly, rolling his eyes.

"You know Nik, why don't you just leave me be and go manage your witch," Rebekah turned around to face him, and Klaus realised that he'd been starting at Damon for longer than he normally would, and Rebekah had noticed.

A subtle smirk formed on her full lips, and she strode towards Klaus, her heels clicking on the floor. "Actually, maybe I should go and talk to her. Maybe after a bit of girl-time, she'll do the unlinking spell without us having to force her."

She got close to him, and whispered in his ear, "he's all yours Nik." Klaus smirked mentally as he felt the coolness of Rebekah's knife in his palm. He closed his hand around the hilt, and began striding towards Damon, who looked less than impressed to see him. That'll change. Klaus thought, his mind being overtaken by dark thoughts again as he thought about all the ways he could make Damon his.

Willingly.

"Well well, if it isn't my favourite Salvatore," he purred, not trying to hide the lust in his voice.

"Well, well," Damon mimicked him, eyeing him angrily, "if it isn't my least favourite hybrid."

"Awww, don't be like that Damon, you'll hurt my feelings," Klaus smirked lightly. "So, what did you do to incur the wrath of my sister?" he asked, not giving Damon time to retort with a snarky comeback he no doubt had hidden up his sleeve.

"Seduced her, slept with her, got a nine-hundred year old vampire to steal her thoughts. Basic stuff," Damon said casually, "why, you gonna go all 'over-protective brother' on me, and kill me for screwing her over?" his tone was sarcastic, and mocking him. Despite how sexy Damon looked in his current position, he did not like to be mocked.

He set the tip of the already-bloody knife to Damon's stomach, and slashed across the expanse of pale skin. Damon threw his head back, and his lips parted, a moan of pain mixed with pleasure drifting from them. Klaus watched, trying not to give away his excitement, as the river of blood trailed down Damon's upper half, soaking into his jeans.

"Actually, I'm picking up where Rebekah left off. As I'm sure you heard, she seems to think she can persuade that judge-y little Bennett witch to unlink us all, instead of me," Klaus looked Damon in the eyes, and their lips almost brushed together. He gripped the sides of Damon's shirt, distracting himself before he made his move too early on.

"But, unlike my sister, I prefer to be more... hands on whenever I'm inflicting pain on someone," Klaus tore Damon's shirt completely off of his body, and heat bubbled up inside his stomach, signalling the beginning of his arousal.

"You have quite the surfer's body Damon," he commented with a sly smirk up at Damon, running his palms up and down the soft skin. His smirk grew as Damon's nipples pebbled and his chest rose and fell under his relentless fingers, which left no crevice or curve of his chest unexplored, unclaimed.

"Since when does your door swing to guys?" Damon asked incredulously, shaking his head in disbelief, "and please tell me I'm not on your Christmas list." His harsh sounding words registered loud and clear in Klaus' mind, but they didn't deter him. Damon would be his, sooner rather than later.

"Well, when you spend a thousand years on Earth, you find that your tastes broaden a little and you start desiring different things. You just need to have the courage to satisfy them," Klaus said lowly, keeping one palm on Damon's stomach, fingers gently circling it, the other bringing the knife back into view of the younger vampire's ocean blue irises.

"You didn't answer my Christmas list question," he grumbled.

"Hush Damon," Klaus cooed, lightly danced the blade across Damon's lower lip, pressing a little more harder each time. The path of blood it was creating and the tantalizing scent which echoed from it was driving Klaus insane with emotions he hadn't felt for anyone in over a thousand years. "I need to focus, you wouldn't want me to cut an important limb off, would you? I can if you like, but something tells me you wouldn't appreciate me for it."

Klaus brought his free hand up to Damon's shoulder, making sure his fingers brushed against Damon's manhood, eliciting a groan from the back of his throat. Klaus smirked, and leant in towards Damon's ear, pressing his lips against it.

"Are you attracted to me Damon?" he asked huskily, lacing his fingers around Damon's neck, brushing his thumb against the fine bones under the thin coverage of skin. He felt Damon's adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed hard.

"No," he growled, clearly trying to hide his nervousness. But it wasn't working, Klaus felt Damon's skin heating up, and getting slicker by his neck. His heartbeat was getting louder and faster, making Klaus chuckle. He knew that if he looked at Damon in his current position, he would see a blush from Damon's neck to his hairline.

"It's only a question Damon," Klaus said innocently as he brought his face back into Damon's view, still extremely close to him, and still holding the tip of the knife to his lower lip, "no need to get so worked up."

Damon groaned as Klaus pressed the blade further into his lip. The pool of blood on and around his lips became thicker, and darker. Klaus growled lustfully from the back of his throat, and leant in towards Damon's lips. His tongue flicked out towards his lower lip, the tip catching a little of the blood. Klaus then trailed his tongue all the way up Damon's lips, resisting the urge to chuckle as he felt Damon's very prominent stomach muscles tense under his hand.

"You taste amazing Damon," Klaus purred in Damon's ear, licking his lips, "the vervain gives you a bit more flavour. Unfortunately, it's the one thing preventing me from compelling you, so I'm going to have to keep bleeding it out of you."

Damon gasped as Klaus slowly slashed the knife into the soft, fleshy area underneath his collarbone. Klaus' eyes became hooded and seductive as Damon's blood flowed down his chest, painting it a deep, crimson red. He dipped his index finger into the newly made cut, and brought his finger to his mouth. He bent his head down, and licked up the river of blood, both wet and dry, and slowly moved his lips up to the wound he'd created, and began to suck.

Damon's blood was like nothing he'd ever tasted before, his body began craving more with each time he swallowed. It was thick and hot as it steamed down his throat, making his veins pulsate and burn with fire. It was rich and exotic, igniting every single nerve-ending in him, and making his insides explode with a feeling of power. Klaus smirked as he felt Damon's body convulse against his mouth and a deep-throated moan sent vibrations to his lips.

He withdrew from Damon's wound, and looked up at him, a devilish smirk plastered on his face. Damon's eyes were almost black with lust, and hooded. His chest rose and fell with each, shallow, lust-cracked breath he took. Klaus' smirk grew devious, and he began rubbing his hands all over Damon's chest, making him squirm against the bear traps, crunching his bone even harder.

Klaus knew Damon was fighting to keep any noise from coming out of his mouth, so he did the one thing he knew would surprise him. He swirled his tongue around one of his nipples, taking it into his mouth. He rolled it casually and slowly between his teeth, and Damon cracked, a deep moan of pleasure cutting through the room.

Klaus took Damon's chin in his hand, and directed his eyes towards his. He knew that there was probably still some vervain in his system, but he wanted Damon to answer his question again. Maybe there would be a different answer, since he'd crumbled most of Damon's resolve, but it was that, which made the Salvatore fight him even more.

"I'll ask you one more time Damon," Klaus ran the pad of his thumb back and forth across Damon's lower lip, re-opening the thin cut with his nail, "are you attracted to me?"

"No," Damon growled, trying to worm his head from Klaus' iron grasp, but his grip had one thousand years of vampire strength in it. Damon's head remained where it was, and he directed his eyes to Klaus' lips. Klaus could see the inner battle Damon was having, and he was teetering on the line between cracking, and staying strong.

"Well, I'll be able to get the truth out of you once the vervain's out of your system," Klaus smiled eerily, twirling his knife, "so we're going to have to keep going. Feel free to scream if it gets too much."

"You masochistic little-" Damon was cut off with another groan as the knife returned to his skin, this time slicing a deep cut in his throat. Klaus chuckled.

"You really shouldn't try to insult me when I have a knife, and a rather large one at that," he held up the wicked dagger, rotating the blade's tip on his index finger, "on a lighter note, has anyone told you, you look good in red, love?"

"I'm not your 'love'," Damon growled acidly. He was sounding weaker and weaker, Klaus knew it was only a matter of time before he broke completely and caved into him.

Klaus leant his head over Damon's shoulder, and turned his mouth towards Damon's ear. He shivered as Klaus' hands rested on his sides, slowly moving up and down over the blood smeared skin. Klaus felt him tense up as he breathed in and out, his hot breath whispering against his neck.

"What do you want to be to me then?" Klaus purred seductively, his tongue reaching out to flick at Damon's earlobe. An uncharacteristic whimper escaped Damon's mouth, and Klaus chuckled darkly in his ear. Damon tried to squirm away, but Klaus, and the bear traps, wouldn't let him. Klaus draped his arm over Damon's back, pulling him closer to him.

"N-Nothing," Damon shook his head, inhaling shakily and squeezing his eyes shut as Klaus' fingers began tracing gentle, lazy patterns on his bare skin. Damon was very close to breaking.

"I hate liars Damon," Klaus warned him, scraping the tip of the knife over Damon's collarbone, "but I suppose it's just something I'll have to compel out of you. Which reminds me..."

Klaus thrust the tip into Damon's neck, directly underneath his jaw, and dragged it downwards, stopping a few millimeters away from his collar-bone. Klaus didn't want to bite Damon to test if he had vervain in his system, because he would suffer the symptoms of a werewolf bite, and Klaus wanted the opposite. He wanted to cause him as much pleasure as he was able, or if it was possible, pleasurable pain.

"...I need to see if you're vervain free," Klaus smiled, and bent down to put the knife on the floor. He got back up, craftily moving his hands up Damon's sides before curving one around the untouched side of his neck, and placing the other on his waist.

Klaus pressed his lips to Damon's wound, gripping his body tightly, and he began to suck without hesitation. The familiar exotic taste came rushing back to him, as did the euphoric feeling of power, but he couldn't feel the sting of vervain on his tongue.

"Klaus, I'm here," The Original growled lowly at the sound of Stefan's voice, but didn't move his mouth from the deep slash in the crook of Damon's neck, "Let's do this," The younger Salvatore sounded extremely determined, like a solider going out into battle on the frontlines. But Klaus wasn't giving Damon back to him without a fight, and besides, Stefan probably had a trick up his sleeve.

"Oh, goody. The White Knight," Klaus murmured lowly, intending for only Damon to hear, but he knew full well that Stefan had heard too. He lifted his head from Damon's neck, looking at the younger vampire with a feeling of triumph raging inside his body. Klaus turned to face Stefan. who was carrying a duffel bag, the contents of which were unknown to him as of yet.

"What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?" Klaus snapped sourly, wiping Damon's blood from his jaw with the back of his hand.

"Eight stakes made of White-Oak, the part of Wickery Bridge that Rebekah forgot to burn," Stefan informed him.

"That's impossible," Klaus shook his head.

"Actually it's not," Stefan said, "Finn's dead."

"You killed my brother?" Klaus asked incredulously. Well, at least Rebekah got Bonnie to unlink us all, he thought. He didn't care about Finn dying on some levels, because he was an insufferable martyr with a death wish, and he'd been daggered in a casket longer than he'd lived as a man.

But part of Klaus, the human part which he'd buried for over a thousand years, did care. Finn was his big brother after all. But he didn't need to focus on it as of now, he'd find a way to get revenge on the people who killed him later, right now, he was completely focused on Damon.

"So, Damon, in exchange for the last eight weapons that can kill you," Stefan bargained.

"Stefan, what are you doing?" Damon groaned in the background.

"Really? Eight, and how do I know there aren't any more?" Klaus walked closer to Stefan, who's brows were knotted tightly together in a stern look.

"There aren't," Stefan said.

"Hmm. Well let's be certain, shall we?" Klaus smirked, walking over to Damon. The other Salvatore was refusing to look at him. He didn't mind though, thanks to Stefan, he was onto the next step of 'getting Damon Salvatore' earlier than he had originally planned.

"Kiss me," Klaus whispered in Damon's ear.

"No," Damon's voice was hard, like steel, but Klaus could tell he was having an effect on him, all he needed was a little persuasion.

He grabbed Damon's chin, roughly pulling his head to face him. The younger vampire groaned in pain. "I said, 'Kiss. Me'," his pupils dilated like a cats, and he could see the inner battle Damon was having as he slowly succumbed to the pull of Klaus' compulsion.

Damon smashed his lips to Klaus', who in turn tangled one of his hands in the mess of black hair and cupped Damon's cheek with the other, kissing him back just as roughly. Damon moaned in pleasure as the kiss became longer and harder, not much breath was being taken in, but neither men had to do so to live. Klaus ran his tongue along Damon's lower lip, and his mouth opened almost instantly, slithering inside.

Each time Klaus' tongue made a new discovery in Damon's mouth, whether it be a ridge or a crevice, he moaned and writhed in Klaus' grasp. Klaus could tell Damon needed air, but at the same time, he didn't want it. Klaus pulled his head away from Damon's, who took in a frantic gulp of air.

"Are you quite sure you aren't attracted to me Damon?" Klaus smirked against Damon's lips as he made the decision to pull away. He could see the burning desire in Damon's eyes, and would have let him satiate them further, had Stefan not been standing there.

"So, obviously he can be compelled," he turned towards Stefan, unlacing his fingers from Damon's soft, thick hair and then back to Damon himself, taking his face between his palms, "now, minus the stake that's in my brother, how many others are out there that can kill me?"

"Eleven," Damon rasped, losing the fight between his mind and Klaus' compulsion once more. The battle was not as quick, telling Klaus that Damon's mind was his now, and soon his body would follow.

"Good boy," he whispered his praise, patting Damon's cheek. Klaus then whipped around to face Stefan, who's expression had become unreadable. "Eleven? So not eight then?" he raised his voice as he spoke to him.

"I'll get you the other three," Stefan said quickly.

"Yeah, that'd be nice," Klaus feigned a smile at Stefan, "or since you lied, maybe I'll just compel your brother to chew out his own tongue," he glanced at Damon, who stared at him with full-fledged swords burning in his eyes.

"What, is wrong with you?" Stefan groaned, rolling his eyes.

"What is wrong with you?!" Klaus whipped around, "do you really have no appreciation for me? I've given you someone to hate, to loathe. A target!" he gestured to himself before talking again, "for all of your anger. So you don't have to turn it on yourself," he took a deep breath.

"I've given your life purpose. I really think you should be thanking me," he chuckled.

Stefan rushed at Klaus, pinning him to the wall by his throat. In Stefan's raised hand, was a white-oak stake. Klaus knew Stefan didn't stand a chance at killing him, especially since he was back on animal blood, but he wasn't going to kill Stefan just for a very bad attempt at staking him.

"Step down, or you die," Klaus growled, tightening his grip on Stefan's wrist. He began to slowly, gradually unclasp his fist around the stake, and soon, it was in Klaus' possession. "There, now you only have to get me the other two," he threw it in the duffel bag with the others.

"What about Damon?" Stefan took a few steps back, and raked a glance over his brother.

"I'm going to hold onto him for a while," Klaus smirked, "now go, and get me the other stakes before I decide to put one in your heart."

Wordlessly, Stefan rushed away with a whistle of air, and Klaus looked at Damon. He maintained an innocent-looking smile, all the while Damon looked like he wanted to kill him.

"Really? You couldn't have compelled me to do anything else?" he growled, "you just had to tell me to kiss you."

"Don't act like you didn't like it Damon," Klaus wrapped his arm around Damon's shoulders, pulling him as close as the bear traps would let him without causing Damon pain, "you and I both know that's a lie," he brushed his fingers against Damon's hardened shaft, earning a content sounding groan.

"Just give in Damon. I know you want to, I can see it in your eyes," Klaus whispered, walking his fingers up Damon's chest, weaving his hand into his hair, "your pretty eyes..." he smiled as he stared into the cerulean blue orbs that were looking down at him at a slight angle, framed by thick, dark eyelashes and black eyebrows that were raised above the eyes themselves that were stealing Klaus' attention.

They closed, being covered completely by Damon's eyelids, and the younger vampire's lips touched Klaus'. Klaus smirked, and intensified the kiss between them, feeling Damon's tongue battle against his own. They pulled away briefly, and then Damon began to nip carnivorously at Klaus' lips, drawing blood.

"That's the spirit Damon," Klaus purred, almost breathless, and quickly closed the gap between them once more.

Their tongues were in an endless battle, blood, saliva and moans melding together in each other's mouths. Klaus rested one hand on Damon's stomach, feeling how tense and clenched the muscles were, then he dared to go lower. Damon was aroused, and Klaus was wondering how long he'd been like that for.

"Let's get you down from there, shall we?" Klaus whispered as Damon pulled away for a second time, tipping his head back and letting his eyes roll.

Klaus reached up, and undid the clasps of the bear trap holding Damon's left wrist. As Damon swung slightly, the other bear trap trying to pull him the opposite way, he breathed out in relief, and the wound on his wrist began to heal. Klaus clicked the other one, and Damon fell forwards, depending entirely on his weight.

He lifted Damon's head up gently, looking into his eyes as a sign of whether he should stop or keep got neither, instead, he felt Damon's lips return to his, kissing him fiercely, and two arms wrapping around his neck.

Klaus pinned Damon to the floor, holding him down by his throat, and began to lick and suck at the dried blood on Damon's chest, planting little kisses over the wounds which were nothing but thin, red lines, which would fade in a few hours. The blissful noises Damon made were truly mesmerizing, much like the feel of his soft skin under Klaus' tongue.

Klaus pulled Damon up to his feet, and began kissing his neck again. Every single time Klaus' tongue touched Damon's skin, a moan or a gasp slipped past his lips. Klaus smirked as Damon pinned him to a wall, and kissed his lips hard. The kiss was passionate yet rough, and borderlined electrifying.

"K-Klaus, b-bedroom," Damon panted between short breaks of that scorching kiss, "now."

Klaus didn't need to be told twice. He gripped Damon's forearms, and, thankful for vampire speed, blurred out of the room they were in, and up the staircase, slamming his lips into Damon's. It took another burst of super speed, to get them near Klaus' bedroom. He rammed Damon against the door frame, kissing him hungrily.

They tore away from each other, gasping for air, and Klaus took the opportunity to rid Damon of his blood-soaked jeans, unbuckling his belt and tearing them off of his body. His boxers came off in the same swift movement, leaving Damon bare and exposed to him.

"Hey, they weren't cheap," Damon panted, pouting a little.

A cheeky grin spread across Klaus' face. "Oh shut up," he teased, and tossed Damon onto his bed. He laid still, his arms outstretched, and his legs spread open as he panted like a dog, his chest heaving. Klaus smirked and walked over to his bed, slowly stripping down to his boxers, with a sultry, seductive smile, keeping his eyes on Damon, who's own orbs became clouded with lust.

Klaus didn't want to wait any longer, he pounced on Damon, kissing him hungrily. Damon's hands reached up and pulled him closer. Klaus felt his world tumble briefly, and the springs of his mattress were digging into his back as Damon held him down. On some levels, he loved Damon taking control, but he'd never liked being under someone else's control for very long.

He roughly gripped Damon's wrists, overpowering him instantly and slamming him to the mattress, wrists still above his head. Damon struggled underneath him, and Klaus chuckled. Damon had no chance against his superior strength, not while he was on alert.

"Klaus..." Damon squirmed underneath him, and then dropped his body back onto the pillow.

"There's only one alpha here Damon," Klaus chuckled, smiling down at him, and Damon nodded begrudgingly. Klaus could tell he wasn't used to being the one under someone else's control, much like himself.

Klaus swooped down and claimed Damon's lips as his own in a rough, carnal kiss, running his hands over every stretch of his chest, and moaning in abandon as Damon began to thrust his hips up into his. Klaus knew Damon wanted his boxers gone, and he was more than happy to let him have his way.

He broke away from the kiss, and Damon idly traced the waistband of Klaus' boxers, making him shudder in anticipation from the feather-light touch. Klaus stilled, allowing Damon to wrap his hands into the material, and began pulling the fabric down Klaus' legs.

Once they were off, Klaus began lavishing kisses and nips on Damon's neck, jaw, chest, or anywhere else Damon's squirms would give him access to. He wanted Damon, and he wasn't planning on holding back. The pads of Damon's fingers repeatedly slipped down Klaus' sweat-slicked back as he ground their bodies together, and their moans melded together in an erotic symphony, shattering the previous silence which was interrupted by the occasional gasp or moan.

Klaus decided he wasn't going to wait any longer, and began teasing Damon's entrance with his index finger. Damon's eyes shot open, but whether it was from the shock, or the pleasure of the situation, Klaus didn't know. But Damon was giving him every indication he wanted this just as much as he did.

Klaus shallowly pushed his finger into Damon's entrance, and Damon writhed underneath him, his hips bucking up as he tried to expel Klaus' digit from his body. Klaus stroked Damon's hair reassuringly, and he could see he was trying to relax, but Damon had obviously never experienced this type of pain before. Pain that couldn't be cured with a blood bag, but rather, pain that he had to adjust to.

"Klaus, it hurts," Damon gasped, squirming as Klaus' finger penetrated him deeper, stretching him out, "please..."

"Shhh, love. You'll be fine in a moment," Klaus tenderly kissed his forehead, pressing his own to Damon's, looking down at him, "trust me."

He nodded, and Klaus took it as his cue to carry on. He thrusted his finger in and out of Damon at a steady rhythm. "A-ahhh," he moaned, writhing underneath him.

"See? Much better, isn't it?" Klaus whispered.

He added a second finger to his movements, and Damon's moans got louder, and Klaus could feel the wolf inside him wanting to dominate Damon completely. But he couldn't do that, he wanted to be in his right mind, and keep Damon alive. His werewolf side, although primal and rough when it came to sex, always prompted him to kill vampires.

When his third finger was added into the mix, Damon's moan's were driving Klaus crazy. He crushed his lips onto Damon's, drinking in the delectable sounds he continued to make as Klaus' fingers continued readying him. Klaus broke away from the kiss, pulling his fingers out of Damon as he did so, earning a whine from the younger vampire.

"Don't worry Damon, I'm giving you something better," Klaus promised, pressing himself against Damon's entrance, "just relax and try not to move," he advised him.

Damon gasped, as little by little, Klaus entered him. Once he was fully inside Damon, he pulled back out, and thrust into him smoothly, earning a cry of his name. After the third thrust, Damon shot forward suddenly, burying his fangs into Klaus' shoulder. He himself moaned in a sudden shock of pain.

Klaus continued thrusting into Damon, and slowly, his body began welcoming him in. Klaus moaned as the hot tightness surrounded him, as Damon quickly figured out the rhythm he had started and began moving his hips in synch with Klaus' thrusts. Klaus knew he'd lose himself if Damon didn't stop, but he didn't want Damon to stop. He wanted him.

Damon's body slumped backwards onto the bed, the pillow underneath him splaying and dishevelling his hair. The most erotic gasps and moans fell from Damon's lips, and Klaus smirked, before taking Damon's manhood in his hand, pumping him steadily to each thrust. Damon's eyes were fluttering uncontrollably, and Klaus knew it was only a matter of time before he sent Damon tumbling over the edge.

"Klaus please..." Damon whined, canting his hips up into Klaus'.

"Patience is a virtue Damon." Klaus responded. He didn't know why he was prolonging sending Damon over the edge, he wasn't going to last much longer himself, but he did know that Damon looked positively gorgeous in the current position he was in; Laid back, eyes closed and shifting beneath the thin eyelids, and his body, glistening with sweat, was quivering in want and begs for more graced his lips.

Damon's chest suddenly shot up and his lips hungrily pulled Klaus back down towards him, locking one arm around his neck, and splaying the fingers of his other on Klaus' shoulder. Klaus felt Damon push him onto his back, becoming the dominant one.

The Original cleverly slammed his hips upwards, just as Damon moved himself along Klaus' length, and Damon's nails shredded the fine sheet of the mattress to pieces, yelling out a string of incoherent curse words as Klaus struck something inside of him, and managed to pin him back down.

The movements between them had been enough to tangle the bed sheets over their bodies, and with the sweat painting them, the sheets were stuck like glue. Yet, Damon still managed to moan and squirm as Klaus began teasing his hardened tip with his thumb. His body was completely arched up towards Klaus' hand, and he knew it wouldn't be much longer now. For both of them.

A few moments later, Damon screamed - a blissful cry of Klaus' name - as he finally met his end, and Klaus followed a few thrusts after, biting into the side of his neck. As his bliss faded, Klaus' eyes shot open in panic - He'd just bitten Damon. The younger vampire groaned and Klaus tore away from Damon's neck. The bite was red and inflamed, with Damon's carotid artery was snaking underneath it. still pumping blood - now diseased with werewolf venom - around his body like nothing had happened.

"Damon, look at me," Klaus took Damon's face gently in his hands. His skin was a shade or two paler, and his eyes were misted over, with one pupil larger than the other. "Focus," he ordered softly.

Damon blinked rapidly, and desperately tried to focus on Klaus, but he couldn't. Klaus gently pulled Damon up from the mattress, and cradled him in his arms, guiding his head to lay against his chest.

Damon's breathing was shallow, and raspy. Klaus wasted no time, and bit into his wrist, puncturing the skin with little to no effort. He pressed the bleeding appendage to Damon's mouth, and his hands curled around Klaus' wrist like iron bands, and he began sucking rapidly - pun intended - like his life depended on it.

"Mm, drink up sweetheart," Klaus encouraged him softly, stroking his hair as he laid back down, pulling Damon with him, "that's it," he could feel his blood being drawn from his body as Damon drank from him, and he now understood why some people liked getting bitten by a vampire. It was an extremely pleasurable experience, one Klaus would not soon forget.

"Thank you," Damon whispered as he pulled away.

The inflamed skin where Klaus' fangs had penetrated him, sewed itself up almost instantly, and the color flowed back into Damon's face. Klaus breathed a silent sigh of relief, and lightly played with Damon's hair. They laid like that for a while, heart to heart, flesh to flesh, and breath to breath, no words being exchanged between them.

There was a slight shift and Klaus felt a minimal amount of Damon's weight ease on his chest as he rolled off of him. The sweat coated bed sheets had stuck themselves to Damon's skin, and Klaus found the sight rather funny.

"I should- I mean, Stefan and Elena will-" Damon made to get up, but Klaus gently grabbed his wrist.

"She doesn't deserve you Damon," he said softly.

"And you do?" Damon teased, flopping back on the bed.

"At least I don't string you along and drop me when it suits me. At least I know who I love and can make a choice," Klaus whispered. Elena, in his eyes, was a present-day Katherine. She loved both brothers, one more than the other, but was willing to string them both along, and twist them around her little finger so they would be at her beck and call.

"Klaus, I was joking, if you couldn't tell," Damon smiled, "and Elena doesn't do that, she-"

"Yes she does Damon," Klaus wasn't going to sugar-coat it. He didn't want to see Damon get hurt by her anymore. Over his undead body would he let that happen again. He knew both Katherine and Elena chose Stefan over Damon, and kept playing with the two of them, stringing them along and then dropping them. Damn those Petrova Doppelgangers, Klaus thought, damn them all to Hell...

"She gives you false hope in order to try and change you into Stefan, and then when you try, she chooses him repeatedly, and breaks your heart over, and over," Klaus said, with a meaningful glance of pity at Damon.

"Whereas you've tried to rip mine out a few times," the Salvatore joked, bringing a genuine smile

"Blame my wolf side for my temper. But all jokes aside Damon, this whole day wasn't to bad, was it?" Klaus asked.

"Well, minus the torture, it's been one of the best I've had," Damon smiled, "and I've been alive for a long time."

"Not as long as I have Damon," Klaus was in a playful mood, and he wasn't going to try and hide it.

"So if you were a bottle of wine," Damon smirked, but stopped speaking as Klaus took his face into his hands.

"Just stop. Stop, talking, just kiss me," Klaus demanded, smiling.

Damon grinned - an expression Klaus had seldom seen on his face due to recent events - and brought his lips to Klaus', kissing him softly, and gently. Klaus would be damned if he let Damon get his heart broken again by the Katherine look-alike, known as Elena Gilbert.

Damon was his.

Always, and forever.

~ooOOoo~

(A/N) Ok, the ending might be a bit sucky, but let me know how I did in a review. Also, did I portray the characters alright? And what did you think about the smut? This is my first offical M rated fic (and by that, I mean not rated T and has some light M stuff in it), so lemme know how I did.

And this story was a bit hard for me to do, because I'm used to doing the other person's POV, and I didn't, I used Klaus' so we would know his ulterior motive, and Damon's feelings would be unknown for a time. (Although I swapped it back around for my other story Entertain me.)

Also, what Klaus says to Damon about Elena stringing him along and the whole love triangle thing, is, in my opinion, true. (I am on some grounds a Delena shipper, because I don't want Stelena or Mattelena (not that it would happen anyway) as the endgame ship, but it's definetely Klamon all the way for me.)

I was watching season 3 on DVD and I'm still pissed she tried to tell Damon how to behave, and then when it came to her choice, she decided to go with Stefan because she met him first (I know there's other reasons, no need to physcoanalyze me, but it just felt like that was the only one to me) and completely forgot that Damon had been there for her all season.

I'm just a bit worried that when they cure Elena in this season (or if they ever do), that she'll go runnin' back to Stefan and he won't give a damn about Damon's feelings. I think he is just a selfish dick sometimes, and Team Salvatore is more important than any girl.

Ok, phew, rant over. Review with your thoughts. I won't know if you liked it, if you don't tell me.