Resistance

Chapter 1

Klaus shivered and moaned in pleasure as he flexed his hips forward into the warm mouth wrapped around his flesh.

"That's it, take it all…" He sighed, twisting his fingers further into the hold of the lock of raven hair beneath him. "I always knew that smart assed mouth of yours would be useful for something." He whispered and fluttered his eyelids as he felt his orgasm approach. He began to moan in little bursts with every thrust and gripped the hair beneath him tightly causing the purveyor of his orgasm some discomfort as their body tensed.

"Eat it all do you understand?" Klaus commanded, losing the control to his voice as he began to let go and pant. He climaxed with a shout into the willing throat beneath him and held onto him to ensure he swallowed. A gagging response was the result but he was going to make sure not a drop of his seed spilled so he held him there waiting until he gathered himself and stopped trying to resist.

"Eat it or I will strap you to a table naked." Klaus growled. Beneath him the struggling against his hold continued, spilling some of his seed and he growled again and pulled the head forcefully backwards to stare down at him. "Damon, I warned you about spilling didn't I?"

Damon coughed and gasped, saliva spilling from his mouth as he grimaced in pain at the hold on his hair. His breathing was ragged and his cheeks flushed. He closed his eyes waiting for his punishment.

"I'm not asking for much am I?" Klaus asked coldly and Damon shook his head as best he could. "You know the rules. You're here to keep Stefan alive. He left you here to pay for taking my brother from me."

Damon panted in desperation and opened his eyes beseechingly and Klaus kept his face blank and straight. Damon considered begging. He no longer felt the shame he used to at the thought of begging him. It was part of everyday life now that everything in Mystic Falls was fucked.

They had all been so naïve thinking they could go out and find that cure, cure Elena and play happy ever after. It hadn't happened. In fact Damon cursed the day they found out about that cure at all. It had taken everything from them all.

Stefan and he barely spoke since Elena had burned her home down with her inside as she clutched Jeremy's dead body to her. Damon hadn't made it back from the Island in time to use the sire bond to stop her from going off of the deep end. Stefan hadn't been able to forgive him for that. He still believed Damon had opted to stay on the island too long to look for Bonnie because he was scared of the having to deal with Elena's emotions. Stefan had been repelled by him.

Without Stefan there was no one left to care. Elena was gone. Alaric was gone. Liz and Caroline had left Mystic Falls for good, no longer able to deal with the level of pain and misery that constantly befell them all.

Damon had tried to escape, but he had wanted to try and fix things with Stefan. Stefan was all he had. Stefan the saint, now turned back into the ripper as he hadn't been able to handle his grief. He'd turned it off again and this time Damon feared it was for good.

Klaus had wanted revenge. As soon as he had been able to escape the Gilbert house when they were on the Island he had lain in wait for them to return, ready to kill them all for what they had done to him, to Kol. Damon had been aware that they should have a plan, especially since the last time he and Klaus had been together in a room Klaus had demonstrated just how much power he had on them all. He had warned Damon he could take any of them against their will and had given him a personal sample of his willingness to do so. Damon hadn't told anyone what had happened locked in the cellar that day. He never wanted them to know. He had been prepared for a similar demonstration again – Klaus had threatened to do the same to Stefan, to Elena and there was no way he could allow that to happen.

When Klaus had come to the boarding house to find them, he came across the shattered pieces of Stefan's psyche on the cusp of permanence and he'd changed his plans.

Stefan was barely human that day, barely functioning as he had drank heavily and wrecked the entire house in a rage. Damon had tried all he could to control him, to restrain him and he'd finally managed to tie him down with enough chains when Klaus entered as though he lived there.

"Hello Salvatores." He had announced amenably and Damon's heart had frozen in fear. He stood up, standing in front of a growling outraged Stefan to shield him from view when Klaus had given him a wide predatory grin.

"Where's the cure?" Klaus asked in a calm pleasant tone and Damon's eyes widened in fear and apprehension.

"Katherine took it." He tried to sound calm but failed as Stefan continued to growl and try to break his bonds.

"Ah Katerina. Figures she would be able to sneak in under your nose and fool you." Klaus clasped his hands behind his back and began to pace very slowly and confidently.

"She's had a lot of experience in that area." Damon said tightly.

"And Elena?" Klaus stopped and looked at him piercingly and Damon's stomach dropped. He couldn't think about her right now or he would join Stefan on the floor in a mess. Klaus detected the pain in his eyes and he nodded.

"Well then, that simplifies matters."

"How so?"

"It means I only have you two left to kill." He said grinning with a malice Damon remembered from that cellar. He gulped and braced himself for a fight when Klaus finally took note of Stefan.

"What's wrong mate? You sad because your lovely Elena is dust? It was you after all, who got her killed in the first place. I would have kept her alive and made sure she stayed that way. I would even have let her have a happy life with two point four children."

Stefan stopped fighting and looked up at him blankly, breathing harshly.

"Too late now." Stefan breathed and looked up at Damon. Damon turned to look down at him in confusion and then he saw his expression change. His heart began to race. No, no! Damon closed his eyes and held his muscles so tight he thought they might burst as Klaus finally clicked as to what was happening.

"Do I detect and off switch? Again Stefan? Can no one on in this town deal with their emotions?" Klaus clapped his hands and began to laugh as Damon looked at Stefan in desperation. Not now Stefan, not when I need you! His eyes filled with tears as Stefan sighed and lay back into the floor ambivalent to what would happen next.

"Stefan…" He croaked and gritted his teeth as Klaus laughed and breathed on his shoulder, making every hair on his body stands to attention.

"I think he's gone mate. For good this time. Shame, I was looking forward to him begging for your life. He usually does when push comes to shove." Klaus was enjoying himself immensely. Stefan snorted and began to chuckle and Damon swallowed painfully. He wasn't going down without a fight. He wasn't going to stand here and watch Klaus kill Stefan either.

"Whatever you're here to do get on with it will you?" Stefan droned and Damon gritted his teeth.

Stefan had no idea what Klaus was capable of, none of them really knew. If Klaus wanted to he could take Stefan right here and nothing Damon could do would stop him, he'd be tossed around like a wet rag and then he'd be dessert. The only thing that Damon had never been able to understand was why he'd chosen that form of manipulation to instil fear. Klaus was straight and yet he'd…maybe it was because he and Stefan were clearly straight too and Klaus knew instinctively how difficult it would be to come back from being spread open and violated in such a vulnerable area. Men who were used to sex with women didn't have much experience in being spread open and in truth it was something that he'd always felt dubious about. Now the thought of being taken like he had in that cellar filled his veins with fear so fierce he thought he might vomit.

It wasn't just about the fact that Klaus had taken him against his will, that he'd beaten him into it, that he'd forced his flesh inside of him…it was the fact that a little part of Damon had enjoyed being overwhelmed and pleasured just a tiny amount. He had climaxed, felt pleasure despite the gravity of what was happening and he'd felt revolted and disgusted with himself since then. That was what Klaus had wanted all along. He hadn't slept with him to gratify his sexual urges – even at the time he didn't climax and relayed how he wasn't sexually interested in men. It had been about taking Damon's will and robbing him of control over his body. That was a much harder thing to reconcile.

"Who should I kill first Stefan? Or don't you care now? You always talked so much about your unbreakable bond with Damon here."

"Just stop talking already." Damon growled and turned to face him.

"I thought you understood who was in charge around here. Do you need me to show you again?" Klaus's expression chilled him. "Stefan shall I show you what happens to people who think they can stand against me?"

"Whatever." Stefan sighed and Damon inhaled sharply as Klaus grabbed him and pushed him to his knees. He tried to stand back up again but Klaus held him firmly, making his muscles shake at the effort to resist. Klaus unbuttoned his fly and pulled his erection out of his jeans. Damon moved backwards horrified and tried to get out of his grasp but Klaus held his hair tight in his fist and smiled down at him.

"Now, now, Damon. I thought you would prefer this to the other alternative, but then you enjoyed that didn't you?"

Damon panted in fear, unable to take his eyes from the growing erection in front of him. He clenched his jaw and struggled as Stefan gave out a quiet chuckle behind them. Klaus looked over to him quizzically.

"Something amuse you ripper?" Klaus held Damon tight so he couldn't move as he tried to distance his head from his crotch. "Perhaps you'd prefer to experience this demonstration instead."

Stefan chuckled again and shook his head.

"Who cares?" Stefan smiled and then turned his head to look at him pointedly, "I don't."

"I always have liked a willing audience." Klaus smiled vindictively and forced Damon face into his groin harshly. Damon groaned at the movement and kept his mouth firmly clenched, squeezing his eyes closed as he tried not to panic. "Never done this before Damon? I'm surprised. Now open wide."

Damon kept himself tight and refused to play along. No way was he going to let him do this to him. No way! Klaus held his head in between his hands and pulled his head backwards to look into his eyes.

"Open wide or I will kill him in front of you." Klaus said slowly and with conviction and Damon panted, shaking. Klaus gave him a commanding look. "I'll take him before I kill him, as many times as I have to until you learn to obey me."

Damon closed his eyes in pain and torment, unwilling to believe this was going to happen when Klaus threw him backwards onto his back and stepped over him to get to Stefan.

"No!" He shouted, blurring to his feet to stop him, but Klaus tossed him into a wall as though he was a fly pestering him. Stefan's expression remained blank and calm as Klaus ripped the chains from his body and pulled him to his feet. Damon stood back up from the floor hyperventilating. Stefan didn't care, he didn't care that this was going to happen!

"No! Don't touch him!" Damon shouted and Klaus forced Stefan against a wall and tore at his jeans, pulling them down to the floor. Stefan always wore underwear thank god so it gave Damon time to launch himself at Klaus again and try to pull him off. Klaus threw Damon to the floor again and Damon grabbed his ankle and swept his feet from under him. Klaus fell to the ground and Stefan turned around folding his arms and watching as Damon tried fiercely to punch Klaus. Klaus began to chuckle and grabbed Damon's throat, squeezing until Damon started to black out before dropping him unceremoniously to the floor.

"Well that was exciting. Always fun playing with the Salvatores. Now where were we?" Klaus stood up and held Stefan against the wall again as Damon wheezed and coughed.

"Wait! I'll do it…!" He rasped and Klaus turned back to him and smiled.

"Still protecting him Damon? Even though you know he feels nothing for you anymore?" Klaus stepped over to him again and unzipped his fly. Damon coughed and hung his head.

"Just don't touch him." Damon tried to growl and coughed again.

"Open wide." Klaus threatened and Damon summoned every morsel of strength he had as he looked at Stefan and opened his mouth, squeezing his eyes closed. Klaus pulled his erection out and forced it into his mouth. Damon gagged and brought his hands up to hold his hips at a distance and Klaus growled and held his hair tight, forcing him into a motion. Damon's eyes ran at the effort of not choking and he tried to imagine that this was something he wanted to try, that he might enjoy. Klaus was so large and warm in his mouth though it was difficult to think. He could hear sounds of enjoyment and he tried his best to loosen his jaw and not bite Klaus's member right off. Would it grow back? He'd always wondered. He felt the urge to bite start to grow in him as Klaus became more audible and aroused and he readied himself for it. There was no way he was going to swallow demon hybrid semen. He flexed his jaw, ready to clamp his teeth down when Klaus pulled out of him completely and threw him onto his back again. He choked and coughed loudly again as he blinked up at him in surprise. He zipped himself back into his jeans again and Damon panted.

"I'm not convinced Stefan. A kinship like the one you two share doesn't just disappear, off switch or not. I don't believe that you wouldn't care if I killed him." Klaus was talking to Stefan again and turned his back effectively excluding Damon from the conversation. What was happening?

"He got Elena killed. I don't care what you do to him. Make him your little whore if you want." Stefan folded his arms and looked towards Damon's ashen face. "Even hate is wasted on him."

"That's the thing that's bothering me here. I came here to kill you both but you don't care and now that Elena is dead and burned, neither does he. Where's the lesson in that?"

"Lesson?" Stefan raised an eyebrow.

"I need to make you two an example, to all of those out there who'd defy me. People need to recall the tale of Stefan and Damon Salvatore's demise as something so abhorrent as to be whispered about and passed down the lines. How can I do that if you don't care?" Klaus enquired and Stefan shrugged.

Damon sat up listening with his heart in his throat. He didn't know what was coming but he knew it was going to be so much worse than anything he could imagine. Klaus turned back to Damon.

"What would you do to save him? How far would you go?" He asked and Damon blinked at him speechless. "I could take him away and do anything, anything I liked and you'd never find his body."

"You're going to do that anyway." Damon clenched his jaw.

"Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll spare him. If he can't feel suffering then maybe you should feel enough for both of you. It's only fair considering what you took from me."

"What? The brat brother who hated you more than we do?" Stefan smirked and Klaus gave a dangerous smile.

"He may have hated me Stefan but he was my brother and despite our differences, I loved him. An eye for an eye."

"Have him then. He's yours." Stefan gestured towards Damon and Damon tried not to lose all of his control as pain seared through his chest. Was Stefan really serious?

"Oh I've got a better idea. I have some plans for Damon and I want to clue you in as to how we're going to spend some time while that humanity switch of yours crumbles away imagining it, because you see right now you're no use to me. A man who has nothing to live for has no fear and I plan on changing that for you."

"Good luck." Stefan smiled confidently and Klaus grinned.

"I'm going to enjoy bringing back some feeling in you so that I can watch you suffer as he does. Everything I'm going to do to him is on you and then when you crack I'm going to tear from you every sense of brotherhood you have for him until he is a stranger to you. I'll tear your brother from you like you did with mine." Klaus's eyes seemed to grow wider the longer he continued and Damon grabbed a poker from the floor and held it tight, ready. He tried to get Stefan's attention and cooperation but Stefan flicked his eyes to him and sighed, making Klaus turn around as Damon stabbed him through his side.

Klaus punched him so hard he flew across the room into a bookcase and fell into a heap hurt.

"Fine, let him take the penance. Can I go now?" Stefan asked and Damon gasped in pain as he pulled some wooden shards from his legs.

Damon stood up shakily, leaning on the back of one of the sofas for support as he looked over to them. Klaus leaned in towards Stefan's face, compelling him with his eyes and Damon choked in defeat. The mayor had taken all the vervain to flush the water system but he hadn't implemented it yet. That meant that none of them had access to any now that their own supply had been used up on the island. They'd all been so scared of being compelled by Silas that they taken everything. Some of it had been lost, some of it ingested already. Now they had none.

"I want you to dream about what I could be doing to him every night and know that this was because of you."

Klaus's words terrified him and he finally felt enough adrenaline kick in for him to make a run for it. Klaus wasn't interested in Stefan directly, he wanted to use Damon to hurt him so if he didn't get the chance Stefan might be safe for now. He blurred out of the house and towards his car before he felt a stake go through his chest. He shouted and fell to his knees clutching at the stake right through him. He gasped for air and tried to pull it out when it was pulled from behind. He fell forward gagging from pain and saw Stefan standing over him with it in his hand. He frowned.

"Stefan…"

Klaus walked out of the house casually and clapped his hands.

"Nicely done."

"You made him…" Damon felt blood dribble out of his mouth.

"No, he just knows that if I had to come after you I would kill you now, whereas if he stopped you from escaping I'll keep you alive a little longer." Klaus stated and Stefan tossed the stake away and stepped back. Klaus smiled at him. "Not so far away from your humanity are you Stefan, even now?"

"No, I just thought death would be too kind." Stefan remarked and then turned and walked away back into the house slamming the door.