Chapter 7:

Suspicions

It has been three weeks.

And Klaus has probably taken Elena in and on every position and surface possible.

They've made love again in her room, on her bed and against her shower wall – but they've also fucked - against her room door, her bedroom floor, upon her desk and dare he say on her living room couch.

But despite all this, he has yet to claim her in his own bedroom.

X

Elena moaned as Klaus' skillful mouth traced places along her neck that he'd been before. "Are you sure we should do this here," He gave her breasts a light squeeze which caused her to gasp and arch more into him, eager to meet his touch, "What if Rebekah walks in?"

"I already told you love, she's gone away for the weekend. I do not know where, nor do I care. All I can think about right now is burying myself in that tight heat of yours."

His words caused Elena to visibly shift against the silk of his sheets and she could feel his smirk against her skin.

Klaus kissed down her stomach while his hands cupped and massaged her bare breasts. He subconsciously licked his lips when he was met with the damp material of her underwear. He traced the garment down her shapely legs with his teeth, then immediately went to work at nibbling on her sensitive little bud.

Elena squirmed underneath his ministrations, hands clutching at the black sheets of his bed. "Ah, Klaus please," she moaned as Klaus' tongue was now moving in her, tasting the natural juices her body was providing just for him.

Klaus swirled the appendage within her, fucked her with his tongue basically, until she was a writhing mass underneath him, more than ready to take on the larger portions of him.

He kissed back up her petite frame and joined lips with her deeply, wanting her to know how good she tasted.

Tasting herself on his tongue never failed to turn her on further, and her gasp turned into a whimper as Klaus sucked on one of the more sensitive portions of her neck. The rate of her heart sped up as she felt his teeth graze over the spot in question.

He'd never drank from her before but she knew he wanted to. Often during their little sessions she would feel his teeth graze here and there – most frequently around her neck, sometimes just above her breasts and occasionally around her inner thighs. But he was a man of impeccable restraint, perhaps thinking that she would not take too nicely to him feeding on her without permission. She knew if she let him do this now, there would be no turning back. "Bite me," she whispered, arching her neck more toward his aching canines. "I know you want to…I want you to…"

It had taken all of Klaus' will power to not drink from her until now. Each time he'd claimed her body as his, the urge to bury his cock in her while drinking his fill of her blood had been almost overwhelming. But for some reason he didn't quite want to overstep his boundaries just yet.

But now here she was, whispering for him to bite her and stretching her slender neck much to his satisfaction. He bent down and smiled into her neck, he didn't need to be told twice… His tongue darted out and ran over her jugular before inching closer and sinking his teeth in. He was gentle with his actions as to avoid unwanted pain, he wanted the experience to be enjoyable for the both of them…

And from the slight moans Elena was making, he could tell that she was surely enjoying it.

Elena looped her arm around Klaus' neck as she felt more blood leaving her body – it was just like that night, when he'd whisked her life away. He was completely gentle with his actions and the sensations elicited within her were completely arousing. Her entire body felt like it was ignited and he was only fanning the flames.

She could practically feel her wetness drip down her thighs and then Klaus did the unthinkable. He connected his nether regions with hers all while his mouth was still slowly sucking on her neck.

Elena cried out from the initial shock of it all, groaning as Klaus immediately began to move within her – her body was more than accustomed to his now.

Klaus removed himself from Elena's neck, and focused on rolling his hips in such a way that his flesh contacted with her little bundle of nerves with each stroke.

Was this how sex addicts were born? She'd never seen herself as such a sexual being. With Stefan, sex was something they did every once in a while. But with Klaus – if he was in her company then the need to tear his clothes from his body overrode her rational thought.

"Why are you so worried about the possibility of my sister walking in on us when your darling Salvatores nearly caught us two nights ago." Klaus asked with a breathy chuckle as he slowed his pace, sliding himself in her in such a way that she would feel every inch of him.

Elena hated when he did this – the unnecessary talking. Sometimes he just wasn't content with her constant groans and screams of his name – sometimes he wanted to talk whilst he thrusted into her knowing that she was often too worked up to give proper replies.

"Klaus," It was hard to speak without her voice breaking out into a moan, "I don't want… to talk about them."

Klaus groaned and then smiled. "It would have…just been interesting to hear your explanation as to why I was fucking you against your bedroom wall as all."

She hated his occasional filthy vocabulary too – how arousing his voice made it sound to her ears.

He was being cheeky…but in actuality he did want to know the answer to that statement. What would she have said? A part of him hated the fact that the Salvatores still had a hold on her, that perhaps when he wasn't around she was still playing this string along game with both of them.

She was his.

But then again she wasn't.

This was some casual arrangement that had somehow turned into a full blown affair. This didn't mean he had the right to begin getting attached. But he just couldn't help himself.

He looked at Elena's angelic face, eyes shut tight with mouth open slightly, allowing escape for soft moans. Such a beautiful girl that he'd undoubtedly corrupted – the thought was enough to have him grinning again.

"KLAUS, RIGHT THERE AGAIN PLEASE," she screamed as he thrust himself hard against her farthest wall. She was gripping his back for support finding herself caught between closing her eyes, letting herself be lost in the pleasure, and looking up at his flustered face accented by his unruly mass of hair.

Klaus groaned as he felt Elena tighten around him – he was more than accustomed to the heavenly feeling that meant her orgasm was near. Determined to fall over the edge with her, Klaus pulled out completely, only to slide himself back in slowly, angling himself with careful precision so he knew he'd hit her where she'd respond to him the most.

"Klaus I'm gonna-"

He silenced her with an opened mouth kiss – his way of telling her to just let go. With a few more powerful thrusts, Elena was a writhing, coming mass underneath him – which hardened him even further if possible.

Klaus moved his mouth from her lips to her beautiful neck, lips latching onto the wound he'd placed there earlier. Her blood combined with the sound of his name coming from her lips was enough to send him over the edge. He let out a soft groan of her name, knowing that it didn't go unnoticed.

He placed a chaste kiss to her lips before pulling out of her and moving to sit against the headboard of his bed. He pulled her against his chest loving the way she molded into him perfectly.

The hybrid then bit into his wrist and placed it against her lips.

Elena looked to his arm and raised her eyebrows, turning her head to look at him. "What are you doing?"

" I can't be leaving scars on you now can I?"

Elena looked at him again for reassurance to which Klaus nodded his head. She latched onto the wound hungrily, she'd often found herself thinking about this moment as well. The taste of his blood suited him she supposed. It was the usual coppery taste that all vampires seemed to carry, but there was a certain spiciness to it, along with a tinge of sweet. Klaus was most definitely spicy, but dare she say she's seen a sweet side to him as well?

Klaus couldn't help the moans and gasps that escaped him as Elena latched onto the wound he'd created, tongue occasionally reaching out and licking his skin appreciatively. He sighed having one's self fed off of was like a second to the feeling of sex.

Regardless this type of response had never been elicited from him before. But it was Elena, and he found that this girl, this mere eighteen year old girl had him going crazy.

Elena moved Klaus' wrist away from her mouth, she'd taken more than enough of his blood and the skin of his wrist had already began knitting itself back together.

She leaned back into Klaus' embrace, head resting against his shoulder.

She heard him sigh.

"What am I going to do with you Elena?" he whispered almost darkly. "You're driving me insane…"

She was about to reply to him but she suddenly felt the air being swept out of her lungs. Klaus had lifted her up and brought her down onto his (again) pulsing and erect cock.

"How about a shower after round two hmm?" His lips connected with hers deeply as he began his next assault on her dripping and swollen heat.

XXX

"So sister, finally got tired of Nik and decided to seek comfort in me…the much better option I might add." Kol smirked as he made his way to his sister, seated on a bar stool in some little shack on the outskirts of Mystic Falls.

"As if Kol, that's not why I called you here."

"And why did you call me here, Bekah?" Kol took a seat next to his younger sister and grabbed the drink she'd undoubtedly set out for him.

Rebekah sighed. Explaining this would not be easy. "…I'm worried..about Nik. Rath-"

Kol nearly spit the amber liquid that was in his mouth back into the glass. "You called me here, because you're worried about Nik? "

"I'm worried about what he may be planning rather…He's been avoiding me lately, he's never home, he's never anywhere it's almost as if he isn't living in Mystic Falls."

Kol chuckled and stood up, to which Rebekah looked up in confusion.

"I get it. Nik's not planning anything. You're just feeling neglected."

Rebekah scoffed. "Did you forget about our homicidal mother and suicidal brother Kol? Nik's done nothing about them, he's preoccupied and we're running out of time," she nearly shouted this statement at her thick-headed brother, gaining the attention of the few others seated in the bar.

Kol's mouth drew into a thin line, "You say that as if only Nik is able to do something about them."

"He has the grimoire with the unlinking spell. Yet he's done nothing yet."

Kol sat back down. "So tell me Bekah, how does this concern me?"

She drew in a breath. "I want you to go to Mystic Falls and spy on him, see what he's been up to."

Did she just? What? Was his sister insane?! "No way. I am NOT getting daggered again."

"If you get daggered, we all get 'daggered' you idiot."

"Not him, he may feel a pain in his chest every once in a while but he'll still be able to function! He wouldn't hesitate for a second if he really is up to something like you said…"

"Then just don't get caught Kol. He won't even know you're back in town. Please for your little sister." She gave him a pleading smile to which he sighed.

"Why won't you do it?"

"Because like I said he's been avoiding me. He's paranoid and you know that. I told him that I'm going away for the weekend so maybe he'll be less uptight about it."

Kol sighed yet again, downing the remainder of liquid in his glass, "I was not drunk enough for this conversation…Fine I'll do it, anything to get this damn unlinking spell done with." He motioned the bartender over and got a refill of bourbon to his glass.

"Fantastic," Rebekah exclaimed with a smile. "Where have you been lately anyways?"

"In Denver, running an errand for Nik. He asked me to keep an eye on that Gilbert punk. The lad isn't half bad."

"Hmm Jeremy Gilbert, he has been missing in action lately."

"Yeah well." Kol stood up. "It is already after eight, I better start on my way to Mystic Falls before it gets too late," he grumbled.

Rebekah nodded. "Call me as soon as you know anything."

XXX

It didn't take Kol long to arrive back in Mystic Falls. He reached just after ten and wasted no time in setting foot onto his brother's estate. He had no plans of staying in Mystic Falls longer than necessary. He was quite enjoying Denver, despite the fact he was only there because said brother asked him to keep an eye on little Jeremy Gilbert. He rather enjoyed the young lad's company.

"Now what can I get you to eat sweetheart?"

Kol perked up behind the mass of trees he currently found himself situated in once he heard the sound of his brother's voice.

"Well you did mention something about lasagna earlier?"

Kol furrowed his brows at the unfamiliar female voice. He didn't doubt Rebekah's words that he was up to something, she was highly observant and all – but the thought of this whole thing being a girlfriend… actually the thought of Nik having a girlfriend at all had him taken aback.

"Coming right up." He heard his brother say.

Kol made his way at vamp speed to the side of the house with the balcony that brute Damon Salvatore had thrown him off of a few weeks ago. He jumped quickly on top of it, and made his way silently through the house he was quite familiar with despite having only spent a few days there.

When he reached the room adjacent to the kitchen, he listened intently. His brother and this mystery girl were conversing lightly.

"Why did you build such a big house, it's only you and Rebekah?"

He heard Klaus sigh. "…Well It was intended to be a home for all of my siblings and I…but they've all gone their separate ways and I guess I can respect that."

Their conversation paused for a while. Until Nik started it up again.

"How's your friend Bonnie?"

"Matt told me that Abby completed the transition. But she left, again." The girl sighed. "Bonnie hasn't really spoken to me since the incident... She still blames me for it all…"

The girl was friends with Bonnie, the witch…Could it be the blonde one; Caroline? Wait, he'd met Caroline and her voice clearly didn't sound like that.

"Witches. Judgey little things."

"Not helping."

"It's the truth. If anything, she should be upset with Damon. But I have to admit I'm grateful for what he did."

"Can you ple-"

"I mean how would poor Elena have made it if I had indeed died. Being forced to touch herself until she fell apart."

Elena? Did his brother just say Elena, as in the doppelganger Elena? No, it couldn't be. Nik was shagging the doppelganger? This was surely a trip.

Kol quickly moved back through the house and towards the balcony, before his presence became noticed. He pulled out his cell phone and texted Rebekah hastily.

And here you had me thinking Nik had some diabolical plan in the works. You will never believe what he's actually been up to. - Kol

Rebekah's reply came seconds later.

What is it?! - Bekah

Kol smiled, his little sister hasty as always.

I'll text you when I'm sure. - Kol

Kol tucked his cell phone away and concealed himself once he heard his brother and his 'girlfriend' moving throughout the halls. He looked out from the wall he was concealed behind and his mouth immediately fell open. He saw his brother clad in mere low hanging boxer briefs with hand loosely connected with the doppelganger's. He supposed Klaus found her ravishing wearing one of his t shirts with just her underwear.

This was just too much. Nik and the doppelganger? Since when does one willingly sleep with the person who's attempted to kill their entire family and has already killed them! He was not expecting this, nope not all. He thought Nik would be coming up with some plan to possibly become the mayor of Mystic Falls or the president of the entire United States right now – but sleeping with the doppelganger had never crossed his mind. He couldn't wrap his head around it.

Kol leaped effortlessly from the balcony of his brother's mansion and sped off into the night, only stopping once he was far enough from the house. He quickly dialed Rebekah's number.

"Bekah you will not believe what I've just witnessed."

XXX

"Hey Donovan, you seen Elena around recently?" Damon asked the blonde haired boy as he was seated on a bar stool at the grill. It was nearing midnight but the place was still filled to the brim with teenagers.

"Other than school, no not really."

"Ever entertained the thought that maybe she could be preoccupying herself with my brother."

Damon turned around at the sound of the British male voice. It could only be someone related to a certain hybrid. Kol. He got his name right finally.

"Elijah's been out of town for a while now. How would Elena be preoccupying herself with him?" He rolled his eyes to which Kol chuckled.

"Wasn't talking about that brother, mate."

Damon furrowed his brows. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean I never took you to be a smart lad and all but you should be able to figure it out."

If Kol wasn't an original and he wasn't still sober, then no doubt the cocky brat would have been punched by now.

Kol took the empty seat next to him. "Well I'll say the whole thing is unexpected and a little farfetched I guess, but just know If I were you, I would keep a closer eye on young Elena. Who knows what she could be up to, during these late nights." He gave Damon a grin that had the young vampire looking at him quizzically.

What in the hell was Kol talking about? What had Elena been up to lately, that he even knew about? Guy hasn't been in town since like three weeks ago.

"Damon."

Damon looked to see Alaric standing behind him, eyeing Kol dangerously.

The man motioned with his head to follow him, to which Damon obliged without sparing a glance to the vampire on the side of him.

"Heed my warning Damon." Kol's jeering tone sparked something in him as he walked pass noisy teenagers towards the entrance of the building.

Kol turned around in his seat. After Damon had snapped his neck at his family's ball, he was hell bound on breaking every limb on that vampire one by one the next time they ran into each other. But knowing that Damon's sweet, innocent Elena was shagging his brother was revenge enough for him. He'd need to thank Niklaus for that one day.

"Hey Matt. " He noticed the teenager's weary look in his direction. "Sorry about crushing your hand that time mate, bygones aside do you think you could get me a drink?"

X

"So what's on your mind Ric?" Damon asked. They were getting into his camaro, he was giving Alaric a ride home.

Alaric looked at him gravely. "It's about the white oak tree. I think one still exists."

Damon's jaw slackened at his words. "What?"

AN: Dang I wanted this up so badly I hope there aren't any mistakes :

Long time, no see, I know. Believe it or not, but this chapter was extremely hard to write and I'm trying to get to the point where I figure out where to go with this story with it following season three and all. Like which canon events am I gonna include and where I'm going to stray and let the scenes be all me. So um yeah, writing this, at least the scenes from Rebekah & Kol's meeting onward was really tough because of that. And yeah cliffhanger there, we'll see how that came about in the next chapter woo.

And um woo season 4 has really been idk lately I'm not going to talk about anything that has happened in the show I'll just say that I really want some Klaus/Elena interaction before the original's backdoor pilot, which is only possible if it happens in the next episode but I highly doubt it anyways because it's like the only time Klaus can get screen time is if Caroline's involved and his character has or maybe I should say had so much more potential, sorry not sorry?

And by the way, I've begun working on another multi-chapter Klena story, an AU, which should be easier for me to write. But I've been having trouble getting it started. I have ideas but putting them together is such a hassle. When I do get started, I'm planning to write a few chapters in advance, and I'm hoping to have the first chapter up in the next two weeks at least, maybe (no promises). So hopefully you all will look out for that.

Feedback is highly appreciated as always, I love you guys.

He couldn't believe his eyes; the doppelganger? Nik was shagging the doppelganger.