(A/N) Alright, I got this posted, FINALLY! (Sorry about that, trying to write this has drove me crazy and things have been keeping me busy.)

I decided to expand on this story after seeing all the reviews who were asking me to continue, but I'm kinda sorry to say that this is the only one I'm gonna post for it, and then it'll be complete again. But there is a good reason, I have a whole truckload of oneshots lined up, and I wanted to get all my main stories done before I post them, that way I won't get backed up. I did that a lot. XD

Now back to this chapter, I really hope it doesn't take away the vibe that the first chapter gave off, but since I got a review saying that they wanted to see Elena's reaction, that's what I'm gonna give ya. I'm pretty much gonna show some reactions to the sudden, ahem... coupling.

Remember to review! :P

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Klaus groaned, coming to his senses much quicker than usual as the burning of the morning sun gave way to the faint glow of closed eyelids. His entire body felt like one soft muscle, brimming over with euphoria. He hadn't felt like that in centuries, since he was still human. He opened his eyes, quickly adjusting to the sunlight coming through the wide-open curtains, and came face to face with Damon. He smiled, and tenderly traced his finger around Damon's face while he slept soundly.

He had never felt this way before when he had woken up next to someone, he usually just compelled them to leave, but Damon seemed different. Klaus didn't want him to be the same as all those people he'd slept with, Damon had been hurt enough times, and Klaus was smart enough to make sure if he ever was again, he would not be the cause of it.

"Klaus?" he turned around to see Elijah stood in the doorway, he hadn't even heard his footsteps, being too absorbed with Damon. Elijah clearly hadn't seen Damon yet, as he wasn't even looking over his shoulder, his eyes were slightly confused but his face was impassive, not the look Klaus would expect to see if Elijah had found Damon. "What's going on?" he asked, "there is blood all over the living room floor and-" he broke off in a chuckle, and Klaus looked behind him, Damon's raven black hair was sticking up in tufts, making him more noticeable.

Klaus looked up at his brother, smiling sweetly, then it dropped. "Say a word to anyone and I will tear off a very important part of your anatomy," he pointed a finger at him, and Elijah's hands went up in mock surrender. Elijah thought he wouldn't do it? He would, it just depended on who he told.

"I merely came to enquire about the mess downstairs," Elijah said smoothly, and Klaus scowled at him, "you are the one making threats," he pointed out, walking into the room, "I do have one question, however," Elijah leaned back against the wall and folded his arms.

"Fire away," Klaus said sarcastically, sitting up and pulling the bed covers over his bare chest, "it's not like I'm indecent or anything," he said, and Elijah rolled his eyes.

"Why Damon?" he asked, and Klaus couldn't help but be intrigued by the unfamiliar tone in Elijah's voice, "I would have thought you would have preferred Stefan's company," he pointed out, and Klaus wanted to throw him out of a window when he mentioned Stefan's name. He despised him and wanted him dead, he had stolen his family, and was the mastermind of the whole plot, so he couldn't forgive that, but he could overlook the fact that Damon was helping because of sibling loyalty, and quality they all used to value.

"Stefan lost the right to my friendship when he stole all the coffins containing our family - you included - and tried to drive my Hybrid makers off Wickery bridge," Klaus said, gritting his teeth. He was certain if Stefan ever tried to make amends for a deal to save Elena from being used as a human-blood-bag, he would laugh in his face before tearing his heart from his chest.

"Very well," Elijah said softly, bowing his head slightly and walking away. Klaus blew out an exasperated breath, and laid back down, staring up at the ceiling. It wasn't long before he felt the body beside him moving, groaning loudly at the arrival of morning.

"Mhm," Damon sat up and rubbed a hand over his face, scraping the sleep out of his eyes, "what was that all about?" he yawned, motioning to the door, and Klaus wasn't going to put anything past the fact that Damon was just pretending to be asleep so he could eavesdrop.

"Just Elijah finding yet another way to question me about my actions," he told him, and Damon shifted slightly, gasping and wincing in pain. He sat up, flopping against the headboard with a pained grunt. Klaus' curiosity peaked after that, and he leaned over, pressing his hand on Damon's shoulder, eliciting another groan from him. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"My back hurts," Damon groaned with closed eyes, and Klaus grinned. He couldn't help it if he was that good in bed. He did have a thousand years to practice though.

"Expected," he said, his hand drifting down Damon's arm, grazing against his back. Damon bit his lip as he moved over a particularly large knot, "roll over," he ordered softly, but Damon didn't go anywhere, and smiled at him.

"Why? You're the dog," He quipped smartly, and usually, Klaus would have throttled him - not just him, anyone - for making fun of him, but Damon was aching, naked, and too many opportunities presented themselves. Too many at one time to pass up. He leaned over to whisper in Damon's ear, his fingertips tingling with the shivers that spread along the Salvatore's skin.

"I may be the dog, but you're still my bitch," he purred, flicking his tongue against Damon's earlobe, softly biting at it, feeling the heat radiating off of him. Damon gasped quietly, and deciding he wasn't going to take no for an answer, Klaus grabbed Damon's shoulders and flipped him onto his stomach, resting each leg on either side of him. He was breathing heavily in panic, and his heart beat had sped up. "Just relax, Damon," he whispered in his ear.

He rested his fingers on Damon's built shoulders and massaged them firmly, along with his shoulder blades. Damon breathed out a sigh of relief, moaning quietly. Klaus chuckled quietly, moving his hands lower until he came to the small of Damon's back, pushing his fingers and palms into the flesh, working out all the knots. While Damon was slowly becoming putty in his hands, he worked his hands to Damon's hips and rubbed them slowly. His hands worked back up the sides of his muscular body and rubbed his shoulder's again.

Grinning at Damon's current state, he decided to undo him just a little further, slipping a hand underneath him and cupping his semi-hard member in his warm hand. Damon let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a scream, panting rapidly as his thumb teased his tip. Klaus leaned down and licked across the back of Damon's neck then placed soft butterfly kisses down the middle of his back.

"Klaus..." Damon buried his flushed face into the sheets and ground himself against the hand that was gripping him, moaning in abandon, "Mmm... need you..." his voice was muffled, but Klaus heard every word, and smirked triumphantly before sucking at the skin on his neck, feeling the blood pumping rapidly as pleasure buzzed through him.

"I didn't think you'd cave so early on, love," Klaus purred in his ear, running his tongue up the shell of Damon's ear, doubling his efforts to bring Damon over the edge. The younger vampire screamed suddenly as he reached his climax, burying his face into the sheets, and Klaus smirked as he went completely limp, and laid sprawled underneath him.

While he panted heavily, Klaus wrapped his arms around his waist and hugged him tightly to him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck with a light feeling of possessiveness. No words were exchanged, they just laid there in a tangled heap, content with each other's presence. All was silent until Klaus heard Damon moving again, this time to face him.

"Klaus, I..." his face was still flushed and he licked his lips nervously, "uh, I should probably go back," he said, his eyes failing to meet his, as if he was upset about disappointing him. Klaus was anything but, he could just imagine everyone's jaw dropping to the ground when they heard about the two of them. Stefan was bound to have said something. "Everyone will-"

"I'll come with you," he cut Damon off abruptly, and was met with a confused look before they shared a mutual grin. Clearly, Damon had the same idea. "Elena's reaction should be fun to watch," he watched Damon's face twitch into a smirk, and he could just picture Elena throwing a bitch fit over the fact that one of her lap dogs had become literally become un-leashed. And if needed be, Klaus was happy to put his own two-penny in about the situation.

"Well Stefan saw you kiss me, so I don't doubt he's told everyone," Damon said, before getting up off the bed and retrieving his jeans, boxers, socks and shoes. Klaus chuckled quietly at his lack of modesty, and set about finding his own clothes. Once he was dressed, he got out a black shirt for Damon to wear, suddenly remembering his was ripped to pieces, covered in blood and lying downstairs.

"Here," he tossed it over to Damon, who smiled before slipping it over his head, and then bending down to worm his shoes onto his feet. Klaus walked over to his bedside table and opened a drawer, pulling out a small vial of vervain. He had kept it for torture purposes, but he decided to make an exception in this case; Damon needed protection, and he was literally holding it in his hand.

"Damon, wait," he held out a hand to stop him from walking out the room once he was fully dressed, "drink this," he gave him the vial, and, scrunching his eyebrows in confusion, he held it up to his eyes, examining it thoroughly.

"Why are you giving me vervain?" he asked.

"I did bleed you out," Klaus pointed out, and Damon nodded in agreement. He uncorked the vial, and hesitantly brought it to his lips, before opening his mouth and tipping the whole lot in at once. He doubled over, coughing and panting, his breaths strained and raspy.

"Are you alright?" Klaus asked in concern, resting a hand on Damon's back. When he looked up, he had tears in his eyes. He wiped them away, and nodded, clearing his throat. "Let's go."

They walked down the hallway - choosing to discreetly ignore the dent in the door frame - and down the large staircase. Klaus shot a brief glance into the living room and grinned, the tatters of Damon's shirt were scattered all over the floor, which was strange to say the least, since he had only ripped it in half, but it wasn't something he cared about to dwell on. They were almost to the front-door, when a confused voice interrupted them.

"Nik?" Klaus turned to see Rebekah standing there, it was safe to say she had just woken up, her hair was messy and her lips looked swollen, a small dot of lipstick that wasn't her color was smudged on the corner of her lips. Damon had a less than favourable snarl marking his face, although Klaus was thankful to her in a way, if she hadn't of stopped and agreed to swap from torturing Damon to convincing Bonnie to unlink them - it still perturbed him to know what she did, although he had his suspicions with the lipstick stain - he would never have got what was his. "What's going on?" she asked in confusion.

"Jealous?" Damon smirked at her, and Klaus watched as Rebekah's jaw nearly dropped off in amazement. Klaus would have thought she would have been disgusted, but she knew he liked both men and women, so it wasn't much of a shock for her. But the only way she could have looked more surprised, was if it was Tyler or Stefan in Damon's place, and the mere thought made Klaus shudder. "Can't say I'm surprised, you had the chance, Blondie."

Klaus smirked, dipping his head down so Rebekah couldn't see it, and Damon strolled outside. He shook his head with a smile, and followed him out the door, grabbing his phone and quickly texting Rebekah. If you want more details, ask Elijah. He sent the message, and he was out the door as her phone pinged.

"Was that necessary?" Klaus asked Damon once he caught up with him.

"I'm surprised you just stood there," Damon snickered.

"I don't think I've seen her looking so shocked since before we were turned," Klaus admitted, "Kol had come home with another man and our father had found them in bed the next morning and belted him around the face." When he was human, he used to wince whenever he told the story to the villager's who would ask, now it used to be the subject of a joke between him and Kol.

"Talk about bad parenting," Damon commented, and Klaus nodded in agreement. He didn't know why his father had been so angry, because the idea of the same gender 'couplings' as his mother used to call them, weren't as taboo as they used to be during a much later point in history, and personal boundaries altogether weren't very limited. Klaus just suspected it was because the boy was a werewolf.

A half an hour later, they arrived at the Grill. Damon pushed open the door, and they were greeted with the buzz of early morning chatter. Various people were looking at them, but the rest of them didn't seem to care. Klaus just guessed they were people on the founder's Council, or homophobic bigots who had nothing better to do than hope if they stared at them long enough, they would disappear.

Damon and Klaus sat at the bar stools, and the bartender smiled once he saw them, already grabbing two glasses, it didn't surprise him, Damon was probably here more than any other person in Mystic Falls. "The usual, Mr. Salvatore?" he asked.

"Sure," he nodded.

"And your friend?" he asked.

"The same," Klaus said, and he began filling the glasses up. Klaus' phone rang inside his pocket, and he pulled it out, looking in confusion at the caller I.D. It was Kol. Had something gone wrong with Jeremy in Denver? Klaus answered the call, putting it on speaker-phone so Damon could listen in.

"Kol?" he asked.

"So, brother, I've heard some interesting news-"

"Rebekah," Klaus and Damon said as one, Damon with a slight sneer.

"-You and Damon, that's a first," Klaus could tell Kol was grinning from the way he was talking.

A baseball thumped lightly against a metal cage off in the distance, and Klaus' advanced hearing allowed him to pick up the sound of feet running towards his brother. "Wait, woah," Jeremy's voice was breathy, "Klaus is with Damon?!" he said in amazement.

"Oh do calm down, Jeremy," Kol said to him, "It's not as if the world is ending," he said, and Damon chuckled at that.

"Although when Elena finds out, it might," Jeremy said, and Klaus grinned. That's exactly what he was counting on. If nobody else would knock her down a few pegs, Klaus would gladly do it.

"We'll deal with that when we get there," Damon told him. The bartender placed their drinks in front of them, and Damon slid Klaus' towards him, while quickly downing his in one gulp.

"Damon?" Jeremy addressed him directly, and Damon put his glass down, wiping his lips. "Are you out of your freaking mind?!" he hissed, "he's tried to kill you!" he yelled, sounding like a petulant child.

"And you, but then again, who hasn't tried to kill me?" Damon pointed out.

"True..." Jeremy agreed hesitantly, and Klaus heard Kol chuckling in the background, "but why him?" he asked.

"And what's wrong with me, Jeremy?" Klaus asked, pretending to sound slightly affronted.

"Speakerphone," Jeremy breathed suddenly, "dammit," he cursed, he then stuttered. "U-um, nevermind, Kol you wanna take it from here?" he asked hurriedly, "I've got a game to play," Jeremy's footsteps then scuttled away, and Damon was laughing quietly beside him.

"Gilbert's are such cowards," Kol commented.

"I'm going to guess from how you knew so fast that Rebekah didn't handle it very well," Klaus said.

"Actually she called in a fit to say she owed me mo-"

"What?!" Klaus snapped down the phone at him. He was ready to rip out Rebekah's throat for this...

"They bet on you?!" Damon snickered, "oh, now that's cold," he was still laughing, but the next few words from Kol erased all evidence of that.

"We bet on you too, Damon,"

"Don't make me jump down this phone, Mikaelson!" he yelled.

"You wouldn't stand a chance against me even if you could, Damon," Kol put in, and Damon scowled begrudgingly, "bye now." Klaus ended the call with a scowl, shoving his phone into his pocket. He still couldn't believe Rebekah and Kol - Elijah was far too mature for something like that - had placed a bet on him. Well he was planning punishment already, it would give him a chance to use the oil paints he never got around to using.

"Yep, definitely your brother," Damon said absent-mindedly, "speaking of brother's, mine's probably forming a break me out of jail free mission right now," he hopped off the bar stool, and Klaus followed, downing his drink before leaving a small tip on the counter.

They stood outside the Boarding House, and Klaus could hear them - Elena, Caroline and Stefan - all talking inside, no doubt trying to figure out a way to end him whilst getting Damon back 'safe and sound'. Damon slipped inside, quiet enough that Stefan and Caroline wouldn't be able to pick it up, and Klaus sped inside.

"Alright, so we still have the three stakes that Klaus wanted me to get him," Stefan was saying, while pacing around the parlour, "and Tyler's on his way to help," he said to Caroline, and Elena was just sat there, looking like she wanted everything to resolve itself because she wanted it to. "Klaus is strong, but not strong enough to take two vampires, a witch and one Hybrid on," Stefan added.

Klaus chuckled at that, stepping into full view of the three heads that snapped around in shock. "Actually, I am, and much more than that," he said dryly. He had fought human soldiers stronger than them all, and Tyler was out of the question, he would tear him apart in seconds flat, and Elena... Well there were endless possibilities for his little Doppelganger once he had harvested enough of her blood. "But we'll save putting it to the test for later," he said.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Stefan snarled, his fingers twitching by his side, and Klaus looked at him, to Caroline, on edge in case they tried to attack him. Elena stood up, glaring at him in what she thought must have been a threatening manner. Klaus merely chuckled, and turned towards the doorway.

"Damon," he called, and he came walking out. Stefan looked relieved to see him, Caroline stopped glaring at him long enough to give Damon a small smile, and Elena leapt up from the chair she was sat on, and ran over to him, wrapping him in a tight hug that he didn't reciprocate. Klaus smirked inwardly at that.

"Damon!" she squealed, holding him at arms length, "you're okay!" she was beaming at him, and venomously burning holes into Klaus' skin at the same time. Damon shrugged her off, and her doe eyes filled with hurt and surprise.

"Yeah, no thanks to any of you," he seethed, looking particularly at Stefan. He was giving him the illusion that Klaus had tortured him all night, and he was doing a good job at it. Stefan's eyebrows furrowed and he glared at him. Klaus just smiled at him, gloating inside.

"Damon, we had no choice, Klaus was gonna-"

"Look, whatever you're thinking, don't," Damon cut Elena off abruptly, and she looked taken aback, as if no-one had done that before, "because it'll probably be wrong and end up with me laughing my head off," he said smartly.

"I don't have to think anything," Caroline piped up from where she was stood, and strode over to them, getting up into Damon's person space. "Damon's turned traitor, that's what it is!" she nearly screeched. Klaus used to be fond of her, but now he wanted nothing more than to rip her head off.

"Oh go back to your fashion magazines and sparkly gay vampires, Barbie," Caroline looked affronted, and Damon pushed her away gently, creating some space between them both.

"If you haven't, then where'd the love bite come from?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Horny mosquito?" Damon quipped, making Caroline grin slightly no matter how hard she tried to remain angry, and Klaus snorted in disbelief, nearly laughing. Of all the things Damon could have said, he had to pick the one that sounded the most ridiculous.

"Stop compelling him!" Elena screeched at him, her eyes blazing with misplaced anger.

"I've done nothing of the sort," Klaus said softly.

"Liar!" Stefan cut in, "I was stood right there when you compelled him to kiss you!" he yelled, and Damon pretended to wince while Elena and Caroline looked disgusted.

"Jeez Stefan, could you say that a bit louder?" Damon said sarcastically, sticking a finger in his ear and rubbing it, "I think there's a deaf old man at the edge of the world who didn't catch that!" he yelled.

"I may have compelled him to kiss me, but that was it," Klaus explained, "the rest was free will," he smirked at their faces, Elena's especially, she looked like a four-year-old who had had her teddy bear taken away. He was breaking the lap dog out of her unholy hold, and she wasn't liking it one bit.

"What do you mean by the re-" Caroline's voice faltered, and Damon smirked at her, wiggling his eyebrows. "I think I'm gonna throw up," she pretended to gag, and Damon chuckled.

"Damon how could you do that?" Elena said accusingly, glaring at the both of them. "He's killed me, tried to kill you, turned Stefan into a blood crazy psycho, he's a horrible person," she may as well have stamped her foot on the ground, he had never seen her composure shatter so quickly before.

"Thanks, love," he said, smiling sarcastically at her, "thanks."

"And I thought you loved me!" she turned to Damon, looking like a fish out of water.

"No, it's just a problem for you, remember?" Damon reminded her, and if Klaus was a teenager, he would have yelled 'pwned!' from the sidelines, but he had more class than that. When he was sober anyway.

"Damon, you know I didn't mean-"

"So now, I've found someone who it isn't a problem for," Damon smiled warmly at him, and Klaus grinned at her to say 'I told you so'.

"You're compelled," she muttered, nodding her head as she scrambled desperately for a reason as to why Damon could have fallen out of love with her, "you have to be," she said, folding her arms. Stefan and Caroline stayed quiet, they knew the truth, but weren't telling her. Aww, is it going to hurt her poor feelings? Klaus sneered at them.

"Elena, little flaw in your plan there sweetheart," he cut in, stopping her senseless murmuring to herself.

She cocked her head to the side, smirking triumphantly at him, but Klaus held the cards, not her. "And what would that be?" she asked.

"I may have bled him dry of all the vervain he'd drank yesterday, but I gave him some this morning," he said, and Damon nodded.

The smirk slid off her face, her arms dropped down by her sides, and she immediately became worried. Klaus knew it was because she was losing control of Damon and the situation, but he didn't care. "Prove it," she dared him.

Klaus smiled back at her, and grabbed Damon's shoulders gently. "Damon," he bore his eyes into the azure-blue pair, well aware his compulsion was tickling the outer corner of his mind, but would not go any further, "I want you to rip Elena's head off," he commanded. Elena gasped, and Stefan and Caroline stood in front of her.

"See?" he said while Damon didn't move. Elena's eyes went wide as she looked at Stefan, who nodded grimly, and they then went to slits before she whirled away, stomping out of the parlour. Klaus felt victorious in that moment, now Damon was free to be himself without any worry of what Elena was going to think.

"And that just proves she wanted me as a lap dog," he murmured in Klaus' ear, who nodded in agreement.

"You heartless asshole!" Caroline yelled, "can't you see she's confused about her feelings for the two of you?!" she followed Elena's path out of the parlour, and walked out of earshot to go and comfort her. It was sickening how no-one could handle her being upset for more than three seconds, and leave her to deal with it, instead of making their lives revolve around her.

"Confused doesn't warrant being a bitch, Barbie!" Damon yelled, well aware she could hear him, and Klaus couldn't agree more. Stefan cleared his throat, and walked up to the two of them.

"Well, Damon, uh..." he began, with an awkward half-smile towards Klaus, "I'm happy for you, but I'm not happy at all that you're happy with him," he rested his hand on Damon's shoulder, before leaving no doubt to find Elena and Caroline.

"That was... interesting," Damon commented, and Klaus took the liberty of slapping him upside the head.

"Horny mosquito?" he said in disbelief, "that's the best thing you could think of?" he asked incredulously, and Damon was blushing lightly.

"I had a glass of bourbon before we came here!" he held his hands up in surrender, "don't judge," he said defensively.

"You must have me confused with Bonnie," Klaus pointed out, "how'd you think she'd take it?" he asked, she had been absent for reasons he really didn't care about, but she hated vampires and more to the point, him.

"No idea," Damon shrugged, "although it might end up with one of us being a frog..."

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(A/N) Okay, don't kill me for the sheer stupidity of this, just tell me what you thought. Also, I just wanna say I'm so sorry for making you all post ideas when I just posted this, but who knows, I might use an idea in a future story or something, so don't be disenhearted. And I hope you liked the mini-smut scene I put in there as compensation. :-)

Oh, and for the characterization bit, I think I did alright, but I'm not sure if I did Elijah right, so if anyone has any pointers for later if I choose to use him in a story, feel free to tell me.

Peace out sucka's! :-P