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turnonmyheelsSlave to good intention
Mastermind the great
A victim to the culprit
Of finding out too late
So I linger in the hallway
One story down below
Longing for a 45 revolver
And a 62 bordeaux
But you're the only one who can please me
You're the only one
Jill Tracy, “Diabolical Streak”
September 17, 1864
Mastermind the great
A victim to the culprit
Of finding out too late
So I linger in the hallway
One story down below
Longing for a 45 revolver
And a 62 bordeaux
But you're the only one who can please me
You're the only one
Jill Tracy, “Diabolical Streak”
September 17, 1864
Katherine pulls a pin out of her hair and slides it soundlessly into the lock on Damon’s bedroom door. She wiggles it a bit, twisting just so and the tumblers click open allowing her near soundless entry to the room. Her boys are sleeping soundly, wrapped around one another. Moonlight bathes their features, casting a silvery glow across their tanned skin. It’s a fair approximation of how they’ll look when they’re turned, a bit paler than human, appearance forever frozen at the height of their beauty.
It had taken longer than she had expected, getting the two of them into bed. For all of his openness to the idea, Damon had not wanted to seduce his brother, insisting that if given enough time and if Stefan truly wanted it, he’d come to Damon’s bed on his own. He wasn’t entirely wrong; Stefan had just needed a little a nudge, one that she was happy to give.
Katherine knows that Pearl is right and that she has run out of time. She has heard Giuseppe and Jonathan Gilbert speaking of magical devices for tracking vampires. That damned Council will force her to abandon all of her carefully plotted schemes of each brother finding her in flagrante delicto with the other, compelling them first one way and then another, honing their jealousies and desires into razor sharp edges before pretending to debate for ages over which brother to choose.
There has never been a choice. It has always been Stefan. It was Giuseppe himself who made the choice for her by naming him as heir to the estate. Damon has been a beautifully entertaining diversion, one she fully intends to keep for her amusements until she grows bored of his love. In many ways, he suits her more, is more obsessed with her. But he is not the heir to the land she wants, and that is all that matters.
Katherine steps closer to the bed, breathing in deeply to catch the fragrance of their bodies and the passion they shared without her. Stefan is so young. Perhaps she’ll give him time to mature, maybe wait until he’s Damon’s age before turning him.
She wears only a chemise, making it easy for her to remove it and climb into bed with them. Between them, of course. Both brothers stir as they feel the bed shift, slowly awakening. Lids heavy with sleep, mouths still swollen from kisses; they’re a lovely pair of debauched angels. Damon smiles when he sees her and pulls her toward him for a kiss. He brushes a multitude of them against her cheek before turning his attention to her mouth.
Stefan, however, stiffens and starts to pull away. His desire for Damon is stronger than hers, his comfort with this much weaker.
Damon anticipates this, stretching over her to spread those kisses to Stefan, drawing him back with hot, open-mouthed kisses until Katherine is in the circle of their arms, all three kissing. It should be awkward, sometimes taking turns, sometimes not. It isn’t.
Katherine bites both of them; smearing their blood across the other’s mouth, delighting in the flavor of them mixed. She cuts her own tongue with a fang, offering a few drops to Damon. He groans as it hits his bloodstream, heightening his awareness and honing his arousal like a drug.
While he moans, pupils dilating through the first rush, Katherine guides Stefan’s hand to Damon’s erection, wraps her hand around his to control the grip and the pace, then draws him in for a bloody kiss. “Stroke him, Damon. I want to see you pleasure each other.” Katherine pitches her voice soft and low, settling back against the pillows propped against the headboard to enjoy the show. “Let me see it all.”
Damon flashes her a wicked smile, rolling to his side so he can face Stefan, already reaching for him. “What about you?” he asks, grin widening as Stefan reacts to his touch with a sharp hiss.
“Don’t worry about me,” Katherine murmurs. Neither of them are paying much attention to her. They’re still caught up in the newness of each other, drowning in the intimacy of touch, hardly able to tear their eyes away from each other. Stefan rolls Damon onto his back and drags his cock along his brother’s. The move means Stefan is no longer touched, but he doesn’t seem to mind, watching as Damon’s eyes fall shut on a quiet groan, then his own hand wraps around both himself and his brother, stroking. Katherine hums in approval. A pretty show. Kneeling near Damon’s shoulders, she eases across his torso until she can reach their flush cocks. She licks first Damon and then Stefan, giggling when his rhythm falters, then coos approval when he finds it again. They learn fast, her Salvatores.
When they’re both on edge, nearly ready to come, she puts her hand on top of Stefan’s to stop him midstroke. “Don’t come. Not yet. I want you inside me first.” She smiles coquettishly at him and leans back on her elbows. “You first, Stefan. It makes Damon crazy when he can taste you inside me.” She can’t help but laugh as he clambers across the bed, so eager he nearly un-mans Damon in the process.
He was already close when Katherine stopped them, and sliding into her slick heat is nearly too much. He closes his eyes and holds perfectly still, desperately trying to stave off his orgasm. The bed dips, Damon’s heat settling over them both as he presses against his brother, the length of his erection sliding along the remnants of oil between the globes of Stefan’s ass.
Damon whispers into his ear. “Go ahead, baby brother. Fuck her.”
Katherine almost laughs. That is, as Damon well knows, far too much stimulation for poor Stefan, and he comes with a choked moan, spilling inside of her.
“Sorry.” He’s sheepish as he pulls out, a beautiful blush only Katherine can see in the darkness spreading along his flawless skin.
“Don’t be,” Katherine says, giving in to the laugh as Damon shoves Stefan to the side and quickly takes his place. Different hands thumb her clit, and Damon fucks her fast and hard. He too, is close, and lasts only long enough to make her come before following behind her. He pulls out of her and flops over onto his back, pulling Katherine on top of him. Perfectly willing to give in to the look he aims at her, she crawls until she straddles his face, her own face pointed at his feet. He grips her hips and pulls her to his mouth, tongue sliding along her folds and circling her clit before he does what he truly wants -- slips inside her dripping cunt.
Stefan hisses sharply when he realizes what his brother is doing.
“I’m afraid Damon’s far too greedy to share. If you want a taste you’ll have to wait a while.” Katherine’s breath hitches when Damon slides his fingers inside of her, insolent laugh making it almost like a placeholder, licking lower and lower, until he can circle his tongue along the rim of her ass. Katherine shivers and reaches for Stefan, positioning him so that he’s straddling Damon’s waist. Katherine pulls him against her, crushing her breasts against his chest, and kisses him until she feels him grow hard against the curve of her belly. Taking him in hand, she strokes slowly, teasing the head of his cock against her clit.
And then she stiffens, calling out “Damon!” She’s caught completely off guard as his long, slender finger, completely soaked from her cunt, slides into her ass. She bucks forward, nearly taking Stefan inside of her before she regains her equilibrium and continues the relentless tease. She’s wet, soaking the head of his dick, using it like she would a finger to stroke her clit then slide backward to slide inside the heat of her cunt just enough to clench around him before dragging him back to her clit. She feels more than hears Damon chuckle at Stefan’s helpless whine.
Damon slides a second finger inside her ass and scissors them. She feels his tongue slide between his fingers and releases her grip on Stefan’s length, allowing him to slide fully inside of her aching, empty cunt. When he’s fully seated she clenches, the move encouraging Damon to remove his fingers and replace them with his tongue.
Forget about power, this is what she’s spent all those weeks to achieve. “Don’t move, Stefan,” she says, as level and low as she can make her voice. “Stay there.” She’s primed, needs only a bit of oil to smooth Damon’s entry. “I want you both, now.”
“What?” Stefan’s brow furrows as he tries not to thrust. Beads of sweat stand out on his temples. “How?”
“Lie down.” Katherine wraps her arm around Stefan, clinging to him like a limpet, refusing to let him slip out of her. When he’s flat on his back, Damon rolls over and reaches for the small brown glass bottle on the bed stand. Katherine slowly rides Stefan, watching eagerly as Damon uncorks the bottle and pours oil into the palm of his hand. He strokes the oil over his cock quickly and efficiently. Katherine smiles in approval as he moves between Stefan’s spread legs.
“You’re going to love this Stefan,” Katherine promises as she drops long sucking kisses against his lips. “When he’s inside me, fucking me in the ass, you’ll be able to feel him. Only the thinnest of skin will separate you.” Damon slides three oiled fingers inside her, ensuring she’s still stretched and ready. Katherine slides down on top of Stefan, then sinks her fangs into his broad, heaving chest as Damon eases inside of her so slowly it’s maddening. When he bottoms out inside of her, she retracts her fangs and gently sucks the blood seeping from Stefan’s wound.
Damon circles his hips and she feels Stefan throb inside of her. Katherine whines high in her throat and rocks experimentally back toward Damon then forward toward Stefan. “Come on, Salvatore, fuck me.” It’s more beg than command, by now, but she doesn’t care, not when she’s exactly where she’s wanted to be for so long -- pinned between them, stuffed full of their cocks.
“You heard her, little brother, come on.” Damon leans down and kisses Stefan over her, sliding his tongue between his brother’s open lips. Then he thrusts, slamming Katherine forward against the hard ridge of Stefan inside of her. Stefan throws his head back, choking off a yell. It exposes his neck completely, but Damon distracts her from biting him, arms wrapping around her as he searches for something to hold on to. Katherine tilts her head enough to capture Damon’s lips in a demanding kiss. Stefan’s hands must also find purchase somewhere, as she feels the muscles in his arms and chest constrict and he thrusts, shoving her back on Damon.
They set up a brutal rhythm. Pushing and pulling against each other, using Katherine’s body as leverage to frot each other through the thin skin of her body. Katherine does her work on the sly, pushing the muscles of her cunt around Stefan as he thrusts in, squeezing her ass around Damon as he pulls out. The push, pull, drag, starts off an orgasm that washes over her in a series of waves, each longer and harder than the one before.
“Bite me,” she grits out between clenched teeth. They sink their dull, human teeth into either side of her neck. It isn’t the same, isn’t enough, but Damon manages to break through the thin skin of her throat, greedily sucking her blood. Katherine immediately goes stiff, body spasming around them before she collapses limp and boneless against Stefan’s body.
Another bite to Stefan’s chest has him gasping through his own release, spilling deep inside of her. The heat of his come, the taste of his sweet, hot blood on her tongue sets off another orgasm. Damon fucks her through the spasms before burying himself as far he as can, relentlessly pushing forward over and over, barely pulling back at all. Katherine can feel Stefan’s arms moving around her as he strokes Damon’s back, lower and lower until he’s cupping Damon’s ass with his hands. It takes her kiss before Damon finally comes, and Katherine sighs happily, shivering as she feels him, too, fill her.
Many long, breathless moments pass before Damon rouses enough to say, “Come on, roll with me.” It’s only enough so that they are no longer crushing Stefan -- only Stefan doesn’t let go of his brother, ending with all three of them on their sides, still joined. Katherine groans as they both inevitably slide out of her with wet, sucking sounds. They lie cuddled together on the bed until Katherine feels the inevitable drip of their come as it slides out and runs down her thighs.
“I’m getting sticky,” she says and elbows Damon gently. “Clean it up.” She closes her eyes and smiles as satisfied as the cat that caught the canary when Damon slides down her body and attends to her desires. “You could help him out you know, Stefan.” She raises an eyebrow at Stefan and laughs at the dubious expression on his face. “Or not. Maybe some other time?”
“I think I’ll let that be something Damon has all to himself.” Stefan strokes a loving hand through the mop of hair on Damon’s head.
Damon looks up at him and licks his lips that are smeared with all of their blood and come in an exaggerated lascivious manner. “You have no idea what you’re missing.”
“You’re the one who wants to be a vampire, not me.”
Katherine giggles when Damon merely waggles his eyebrows and returns to his task. “And what do you want to be, dear Stefan?”
He turns to study her face and Katherine captures his eyes with her own, whispering so Damon cannot hear her. “Would you want to be my husband?” Her pupils constrict as she uses her compulsion to plant the idea firmly in his mind. Then she pulls Damon up by the hair until he is eye level with her. “And you, you can be like me, long after Stefan has died we’ll still be together. Tell me this is what you want.”
“You know it is,” Damon says crashing his lips to her in a violent, bloody kiss.
Eventually she breaks away from Damon and turns to Stefan. “Stefan? Tell me what you desire.”
Stefan sits up and takes both of Katherine’s hands in his own. “Miss Pierce, would you grant me the exquisite favor of being my wife?”
Katherine tosses back her head and giggles sweetly. “Dearest Stefan, I thought you’d never ask.”
Baby know your nemesis
He's posing as your best friend
Don't believe the newspapers
They're telling lies again
The cold hand of the healers
Will slice your soul in two
They roll out the red carpet
Just to pull it out from under you
But my dear it's worth the pain
When they're pulling your insides out
Jill Tracy, “Pulling Your Insides Out”
October 1, 2010
He's posing as your best friend
Don't believe the newspapers
They're telling lies again
The cold hand of the healers
Will slice your soul in two
They roll out the red carpet
Just to pull it out from under you
But my dear it's worth the pain
When they're pulling your insides out
Jill Tracy, “Pulling Your Insides Out”
October 1, 2010
“What do you want Katherine?”
She pulls the door to the Gilbert house firmly closed behind her and turns to see both Damon and Stefan standing in the shadows of the backyard. She clucks her tongue and takes her time sauntering toward them. Her smile is sweet, offered to each of them in turn, before she speeds forward to grab them both by the throat, slamming them against the house.
“Stupid, stupid boys. I want the same thing I’ve always wanted.” She pulls them toward her and slams them back again. “Power.” She lets them go and laughs as they both crumple to the ground at her feet. “There is nothing I won’t do to get it, no one I won’t kill who gets in my way.” She turns on her heel and walks away.
“What power?” one of them asks.
“Ask your little friend the witch,” she calls over her shoulder and disappears into the darkness.
“Okay,” Stefan says. “What the hell?”
Damon shrugs. “I have no idea.” He stands and holds out a hand to Stefan and pulls him to his feet. “You were right about one thing though.”
“What’s that?”
“This is not going to be 1864 all over again.”
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Date: 2010-10-17 07:49 pm (UTC)This was kinky hot and wrong, and so very very them and so, very, very Katherine.
Wonderful in every way, and if the show were on Starz, they totally would've gone here. But since they didn't, I'm so glad you did.
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Date: 2010-10-19 03:35 pm (UTC)Thanks again you really helped this shine.
::twirls you::
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Date: 2010-10-21 02:30 am (UTC)*Goes to fan herself*
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Date: 2010-10-22 06:02 pm (UTC)*mwah*
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Date: 2010-10-24 06:37 am (UTC)I particularly liked your Katherine and the details about Damon's time as a soldier. *thumbs up*
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