A/N: AKA DNA Part 2. Starting out heavy on the lemons, true to form. I'll get around to reuploading the original version tonight or tomorrow, for those of you who want to re-read. If you remember, Elena was turned by Elijah to take out Klaus, and in the epilogue we & Elijah found out that Klaus was haunting her every full moon. Just as a warning, Klaus will figure heavily in this story and it's not going to be all happy Elejah. Also - sorry for the stories I pulled without explanation a few months back. I needed a break, and "Love Promises Nothing" needs some reworking, not to mention that the show has been leading to a lack of inspiration to finish anything. But I digress. Hopefully those of you interested in reading this will understand and forgive me that. Also, this has a pretty concrete outline. So it should get finished.

She arched her back upon the bed, wrapping her legs around his head as he plunged deeper into her folds. Climbing cries, each higher than its predecessor, escaped her lips and ricocheted off the walls of their bedroom.

He made it his mission to distract her on this night, keeping her awake and grounded in him as he exhausted her with pleasure. It was the only way he knew to keep her tethered to him, to not lose her to the ghost of his brother. And as much as he loved her, the fact that his brother still staked his claim upon her in some fashion caught his ire, fanning the flames of jealousy. He wanted her attention and affections to be his alone.

"Oh, Elijah," she whispered, and the sharp intake of an unnecessary breath coupled with the tremble in her thighs signaled the release that he would bring her.

He smiled, taking a last drawn out taste of her lust for him before replacing his tongue with his fingers, reaching deep to the spot that would make her fall apart. But he took his time, and she pulled at his hair with an impatient whimper, teetering on the edge. His slow massage of her inner walls made her twist further till he thought she might break in half. Her nails traveled down and dug into the flesh of his neck, and he could smell his blood. He leaned up, never moving his hand and she welcomed the assault of his lips, attempting to swallow him whole. There was always something imminently more wild in her this night, a side effect that both aroused and vexed him.

The former was apparent as he pushed against her leg, and she gasped, her eyes briefly widening from their hooded lusty state. "You're so hard for me," she murmured, and he could hear the desire in her voice.

"Not yet, Elena," he admonished playfully, picking up tempo.

"But I want you inside of me," she insisted, attempting a pout that collapsed when her mouth fell open in another moan.

"And I want you to come for me," he crooned into her ear. His teeth emphasized that point as they sank into her shoulder, and that proved the tipping point for her. The telltale shudder started in her toes and raced through her, culminating in a series of "oh oh ohhhh"s. She rode against him to increase the friction and her body spasmed around him.

"Look at me, Elena," he demanded when her eyes started to clench shut and she obeyed though she appeared to be in another world of bliss. He didn't want her to forget she was with him. He never verbalized these worries to her, but this animalistic side was her tie to his brother and he irrationally worried that Klaus manipulated her every thought this night, pulling her further from him.

Her mouth found his again and he let her consume his mind.

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The moon taunted her in the periphery of her vision, and she turned her head to watch him bind her wrist to the bed. Gooseflesh rose on her skin and she couldn't be sure whether it was because of the turmoil in her veins or the wicked smirk he wore.

But after their numerous trysts already tonight, her limbs ached and her muscles begged for rest, both at war with her desire for him. She sensed exhaustion in his movements as well - not slow by human standards, but not the blur she expected from the ancient vampire. Guilt rose in her chest, that he would wear himself out to distract her, to save her from his brother's manipulation.

"We can go to sleep, if you're tired," she suggested weakly.

His smirk faded into stony resolution, his eyes piercing hers. "No, we cannot," he answered, his tone brisk.

Not after last time.It was unspoken, but she gnawed at her lip, wincing as the tightening cord cut into her ankle. He never intentionally hurt her, but his technique became more clinical, methodical, and she knew they were both revisiting the events of last month in their minds: the bloody ribbons of her flesh hanging down that she had torn away from her own bone, the sticky sting as he gripped her wounded arms to keep her from hurting herself further, her voice disconnected and screaming at him to tear her heart from her chest as she'd done to his brother, to end it all. She had blamed him for losing her mind, that if she had never turned she wouldn't suffer like this. And his eyes were so distraught, so guilt-ridden as her deranged accusations penetrated his armor. But he didn't give in. He held her until she passed out, exhausted, at sunrise and fed her blood to heal her wounds.

And then they didn't speak of it again. She knew had been even more affectionate than usual afterward in an attempt to assuage the vile claims she assaulted him with that night, but he never looked at her with any anger or hatred. Perhaps just a weary pain tinged the corners of his eyes, from the realization that while she professed to be his, she never could be completely. Not while they existed like this.

She hissed when a sharp tug at her other foot broke her from her thoughts. There was fire in his eyes as he took his place at the juncture of her legs, guiding himself inside her. But he wasn't gentle now, the memory of what transpired before apparently renewing his vigor. He plunged inside her repeatedly, as though he was set upon driving out the devil from within her. And her limbs burned as the leather ties cut into her skin, vervain burning her flesh, their agreed upon tactic to help restrain her. She cried out when his teeth found her neck and he took draw after deep draw of her blood.

The physical reminders and the crescendo building worked to keep her grounded in reality with him. But his brother still taunted her whenever she closed her eyes.

The secret she kept from him. The secret she dreaded every time the night of the full moon drew near.

Klaus smiled at her from behind her lids. "That's not a true marriage, love - not one built upon lies. I'm sure he'll grow to hate you for it... is that a heartbreak you wish to endure, when he finds you're never rid of me? Your soul will always belong to me, Elena. Always."

"No," she whispered, feeling a tear roll down her cheek.

"Yes, Elena," both Mikaelsons said, one using a malicious whisper. The other uttered the words in a moaned prayer as his eyes clenched shut and she felt him spill within her.

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The room was flooded with afternoon sunlight when she finally opened her eyes. Her muscles felt taut as she stretched, but the ache and fatigue had resolved. She sat up, noticing the blood bag on the nightstand. She smiled softly, though she felt a pang in her stomach. He was always determined to be sure she was taken care of.

After it was discarded empty in the trash bin, she pulled on her short silk robe, the violet shining against the olive expanse of leg. She padded downstairs, curious as to where he might be. She heard papers shuffling in the distance to her right and she rounded the corner to his study. He glanced up when she appeared in the doorway, leaning against the casing. His eyes lingered over her form and she felt the familiar stirrings of lust as his tongue ran subtly over his teeth. But then his focus was back upon the stacks of papers and books before him.

"And Sleeping Beauty finally rouses from her slumber," he murmured. She materialized behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning down to nibble at his earlobe. He chuckled low as he turned his head to capture her mouth with his and then he maneuvered her into his lap. She hummed appreciatively as his hands ran along her thighs.

"Last night wasn't enough?" His eyebrow arched in that teasing amused manner and she shifted in his lap. All it ever took was a look and she was ready to fall back into his bed.

She edged forward, whispering against his lips, "You aren't any better." He smiled as she kissed him again.

"I suppose you're right, Mrs. Mikaelson. However - there are higher priorities at the moment." He turned her toward the desk, and she could see the yellowed delicate pages with archaic script. "Namely, finding the way to free your beautiful mind from my brother. So you belong only to me, again."

She felt a tremble course through her, one of guilt. She should come clean, she knew - tell him that Klaus remained in her periphery much longer than the night of the full moon now. The blonde man smiled at her the moment she allowed her eyes to drift shut, ready to drive her mad. But if Elijah knew - it would only drive him insane as well.

"I suppose I should be flattered, that I'm your secret, sweetheart," Klaus called to her softly through the dark. Somehow he couldn't venture closer - yet. But she figured it was only a matter of time. She opened her eyes briskly, uncomfortable. She rose to her feet, leaning against Elijah's desk to face him.

"I thought you went through these before, with Bonnie."

"Yes, and we found nothing," he sighed, running a hand through his hair with exasperation. "But I feel as though the answer should be here." His face was weary, older, as he allowed his worry to show.

"And if it's not?" she asked weakly.

His gaze hardened as he stared at her, his pride warring with the reality of their situation. And her worry only grew the longer he remained silent. He didn't have to speak to tell her that they were running out of options. She knew she should dive in, offer to help him find whatever they could for answers, grasp at any straws. But instead the chasm grew. Minimally, but enough. A concrete rift forming between them that she worried they wouldn't be able to bridge.

And she couldn't force herself to help him in an attempt help herself because there was resentment growing there. Piling up like grains of sand. Negligible. But enough to give her pause. So she gave a short nod that said she understood - if this didn't work, there was nothing more he could do for her. That he'd landed her in this situation but he couldn't get her out. This was her reward for trusting him blindly. And she heard him sigh with exasperation as she turned away from him to leave the room. But he didn't reach out to stop her. That spoke volumes.

Elena returned upstairs, locking herself into the bedroom and then the bathroom. Her eyes were closed as she attempted to let the stress roll away with the hot beads of water from the showerhead. And Klaus had been waiting to assault her mind.

"It won't be long," he said. He appeared slightly closer, but she couldn't be sure. Maybe she was overreacting, as upset as she was. Still, his smile left her uneasy, despite his falsely soothing tone.

"You need to leave us alone," she pleaded in a whisper. "You're ruining us."

"Ah, but sweetheart, that's only how it appears. Are you sure my brother hasn't ruined us?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You've heard only one side of the story. It's not necessarily the truth."

They stared at each other, and there was no doubt now – he was closer. She was nearly within arm's reach. It seemed the more stressed she was, the more ground he gained. She worried what would happen when he was close enough to touch her…

She fought to open her eyes, but there was some magnetic draw that wouldn't allow her to leave yet.

"He interfered, Elena," Klaus said, his face less friendly than before. "I don't blame you, love, but I'm afraid you've been sleeping with the enemy. And if you want to stay alive, you need to help me."

"He wouldn't hurt me," she retorted.

"He has you brainwashed. But… we will fix that. And then your mind will be your own. I promise you that."

There was knocking at the door, and he glanced in the direction through the dark, hearing it through her ears. They shared a look again, her unease growing despite her resistance to believe his seeds of doubt.

"Elena?" Elijah called. "I've found something. Let me in, love?"

Her heart started pounding in her chest as she opened her eyes.

"Soon enough," Klaus whispered as though he were drifting behind her, his presence receding into the background. "You'll see."

She hesitated before she stepped out to meet her husband.