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Klaus is highly frustrated and downright furious after he fails to make his hybrids. He has absolutely no idea where he has gone wrong, and it infuriates him. Then he looks at Stefan and sees a hint of... something in his eyes when he mentions having killed the doppelgänger. Could it be that Elena was still alive? ...No... Not being certain infuriates him even more. Nonetheless, he gives his blood to Stefan in a bottle – no way is he letting him drink from his veins after that failure – and tells him they’re leaving. He then walks to a part of the forest where the floor isn’t covered with stupid, dead werewolves and kicks a stump in frustration, then sits on it as he goes over his plan times and times again in his head. He is certain he has done it right, every single step. It must be the doppelgänger’s death, then. Somehow, Damon and his little friends had faked it. He hears Stefan approaching and feels a hand on his shoulder, which he shrugs off as he gets up and starts walking. Now that Stefan’s done drinking, they’ll leave, find some other way to–. He sighs as Stefan suddenly appears in front of him.
“We’ll find a way, Nik.” He says, seemingly determined.
Klaus growls as an answer and walks around him, unsure whether he should even trust the Ripper. His humanity was off, yes, but it hadn’t always been, he himself might have plotted to thwart his plan. Who was he kidding? Of course he had plotted to thwart his plan, they had involved his sweet little Elena’s death... The thought of Stefan caring for her that much infuriates him even more, but before he can go on another mental rant, Stefan grabs his arm and pulls him towards him. Klaus doesn’t pull away this time, only looks at his “friend” with a death stare. It doesn’t scare him off though – Klaus isn’t honestly sure anything would at the moment –, it seems to have the opposite effect.
“I know a way to get you to relax...” Stefan almost whispers. “Something we did often in the good old days, if I recall.”
Klaus looks at Stefan in surprise, an eyebrow raising. Surely he doesn’t mean... Before Klaus can form another thought, the Ripper kisses him, a hand buried in his curls, the other pressing on the small of his back, pulling him closer until their crotches come into contact. Klaus gasps at the feeling and Stefan shoves his tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. The hybrid debates mentally for about two more seconds before giving in, grabbing hold of Stefan’s arms and kissing him back. After all, what the hell, he thinks. He had never fooled himself into thinking Stefan was trustworthy right now. Either he was very good at pretending to be the Ripper again, or he actually was the Ripper, in which case he didn’t care about anything or anyone, especially not Klaus or Elena. That last thought sends another surge of anger within Klaus, and he kisses Stefan more aggressively, more possessively. Before long, the hybrid feels both of Stefan’s hands on his hips, then one of them moving up to his sides, under his t-shirt, lifting it up slightly, exploring the skin he’s touched many times before. When Stefan touches his waist a specific way – firmly, thumb stroking his stomach, fingers almost digging into his back –, the hybrid can’t help but pull himself even closer, remembering the times Stefan used to touch him like that – to drive him mad like that – nearly every night.
They would go hunting together, then they would change separately and meet back at their favourite bar, in their booth, where they would torture a poor soul, share their blood, then make out violently, pushing blood into each other’s mouth until their own lips were bleeding from the roughness of it all.
Klaus bites down on Stefan’s lip, not enough to draw blood but enough to make him understand he is hungry. The Ripper seems to understand because half a second later, Klaus’s t-shirt is off and he’s kissing his way along his sensitive collarbone, Klaus closing his eyes and gripping Stefan’s hair roughly. One of Stefan’s hands keeps holding his waist, the other moves up to his nipples, pinching and pulling one, causing Klaus to moan from the multiple stimulations. Then Stefan’s other hand leaves his waist and easily unbuckles his belt and starts opening his trousers. The hybrid sees where this is heading and tries to regain some form of control, sliding his hands inside Stefan’s t-shirt to caress him. The Ripper kisses Klaus again as the latter touches his cold skin, wanting more... Needing more. He moves a hand to the hem of Stefan’s t-shirt, intent on lifting it up, but then the Ripper grabs Klaus’s hands, pushes them away, and before the hybrid can protest Stefan has pinned him chest first against a tree. Klaus’s blood boils from frustration and anger for a moment, but it all goes away when Stefan opens his trousers and yanks them down along with his boxers. Klaus’s erection springs free and he gasps when he feels a cold hand smack his ass. Klaus knows he could easily overpower Stefan and make him regret treating him like this... But a part of him craves it, just like he craved it nearly a hundred years ago. When Stefan smacks his ass again, he is pulled back to the present, to this situation, him entirely naked, pinned against a tree, being spanked, vulnerable, Stefan fully dressed, fully in power. It both angers and arouses him to the highest level. Another smack from Stefan, quickly followed by a wet finger inside his ass makes Klaus give in and choose arousal. He gasps and holds onto the tree as Stefan starts fingering him, his other hand once more holding Klaus’s waist just right, fingers digging into the smooth skin. A second and third digits soon join the first one, Stefan’s mouth starts working its magic on Klaus’s neck, and before long the hybrid’s cock is leaking precum. He scratches the tree, pushing back against Stefan’s fingers despite the latter’s hold on his waist.
“Fuck me... Now.”
He’s glad to find his voice steady and commanding, not desperate. Stefan seems to debate it before, in turn, giving in. Klaus hears a zipper, and soon the head of the Ripper’s large cock is entering him, sending waves of memories into the hybrid’s mind. Klaus hates himself for shaking so violently and moaning so needily when Stefan pushes his cock all the way inside him and rests his clothed chest against his naked back. He feels the Ripper’s hands on his hips, then a single, powerful thrust makes him gasp and throw his head back, a movement met by a smirk and light neck biting from Stefan. Klaus closes his eyes as the Ripper starts moving, each thrust deep and robust, though at a slow pace at first. It is nonetheless enough to make Klaus moan and forces him to dig his fingers into the tree in order to control himself and not cum on the spot. Then Stefan moves his hips faster, and faster, and faster, making Klaus moan louder, and louder, and louder, abandoning control, all sense of anger and fury replaced by desire and pleasure. He groans shamelessly, and even more loudly when Stefan wraps a hand around his neck and whispers in his ear in a most sensual tone.
“Cum for me, Nik...” He says “Just for me, completely untouched...”
The mention of being untouched brings Klaus close to the edge, and the increased speed of Stefan’s thrusts pushes him over it. The Ripper’s hand tightens around his throat as Klaus cums, the orgasm so intense his body shakes, and his mind goes blank. He feels nothing but pure bliss for long seconds, and then, within a minute, Stefan is cumming inside him, moaning, resting his forehead on Klaus’s shoulder. Neither of them moves for a while, panting and cooling down, then Klaus pushes Stefan away and puts his clothes back on, chuckling as he realises his anger has subdued.
“We truly must do that more often.”
He gives Stefan’s cock a tug and rubs his thumb on the head, coating some of his fingers in cum.
“It works like a charm.”
On these words, he licks his fingers, enjoying the stunned and lustful look on Stefan’s face, then winks and walks away, his cock already stirring in his trousers. Two seconds later, the Ripper grabs him and kisses him again.