#malachai fluff

The first time I saw Malachai, he was standing under the broken streetlight outside the convenience store on the edge of the Southside. It flickered above his head, throwing his shadow long and distorted across cracked pavement. Everyone in Riverdale knew who he was. Ghoulie. Trouble. The kind of name parents lowered their voices over. 

I had only just transferred to Southside High from the Northside that semester, my family downsizing after my Dad’s business went under. Nothside girls weren’t supposed to wander too far after dark. But I had always been bad at staying where I was told. I noticed him noticing me. And instead of looking away like everyone else did, I held his gaze. That was the first mistake. Or maybe it was the best one. 

I didn’t belong to either side anymore. The Northside girls had quietly removed me from their group chats when my address changed. The Southside kids looked at my polished shoes and clean backpack like I was playing dress-up. I floated somewhere in between. And Malachai watched. 

He didn’t approach me at school. He didn’t corner me in the hallway. He just lingered, leaning against lockers, sitting two rows behind me in class, watching with an intensity that should’ve felt threatening. Instead, it made me feel seen. One afternoon after school, I found him sitting on the hood of his car, engine off, cigarette between his fingers. 

“You keep staring.” I said, crossing my arms. 

He smirked. “You keep noticing.” 

“That wasn’t a compliment.” 

“Didn’t say it was.” 

I stepped closer anyway. Up close, he looked less like a rumor and more like a boy carrying too much weight on his shoulders. 

“You don’t scare me.” I said casually. 

His eyebrow lifted. 

“Everyone says that until they get close.” 

I tilted my head. “Maybe they just don’t know you.” 

For a split second, something flickered in his expression. Surprise. 

Being seen with Malachai wasn’t subtle. Whispers followed me down hallways. 

“Does she have a death wish?” 

“Nothside princess slumming it.” 

I ignored them. Because the more I talked to him, the more the rumors felt ridiculous. Yes, he had a temper. Yes, he got in fights. Yes, he carried himself like the world had wronged him. But he also… Held doors open when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. Walked me home without asking, keeping a careful distance like he didn’t want to assume. Brought me a hot coffee on a freezing morning and shrugged like it was nothing. 

“You’re not what they think.” I said one evening as we sat on the curb outside school. 

He scoffed. “You don’t know what they think.” 

“They think you’re dangerous.” 

His jaw tightened. 

I nudged his knee with mine. “You’re just protective. 

“Of what?” 

“Of what’s yours.” 

His gaze snapped to mine. 

“I’m not yours.” I added quickly. 

A slow grin curved his lips. “Not yet.” 

My stomach flipped. 

It happened on a night when the rain rolled in fast. I stayed late at the library finishing a paper. By the time I stepped outside, the sky had opened up. And there he was. Leaning against the brick wall like he’d been there all along. 

“You stalking me?” I called over the rain. 

“Maybe.” 

“You know that’s illegal, right?” 

He pushed off the wall, stepping into the downpour. “You shouldn’t walk home alone in this.” 

“I’ve lived here three months.” 

“And?” 

“And I can handle myself.” 

“Sure, princess.” He smirked. 

I should’ve been offended, but I wasn’t. We walked side by side, rain soaking through my jacket within seconds. At one point, lightning cracked across the sky, and I flinched. His hand brushed mine instinctively. Neither of them pulled away. 

We started spending more time together after that. Late-night drives. Sitting on the hood of his car overlooking Sweetwater River. He told me things he didn’t tell anyone else. About his Mom working double shifts. About how he hated feeling like he had to be the villain just because his Dad was the Ghoulie leader. I listened. Really listened. One night, we were sitting under the overpass while rain poured above them. 

“You ever get tired?” I asked softly. 

“Of what?” 

“Of being the bad guy.” 

I let out a humorless laugh. “I stopped caring a long time ago.” 

“I don’t think that’s true.” 

He looked at me. 

“You don’t scare me.” I said again, more serious this time. 

He studied my face like he was trying to find the lie. 

“You comfort me.”

The words settled between us, warm despite the cold air. His expression shifted. Not cocky. Not amused. Something raw. 

“Careful, princess.” He murmured. “You say stuff like that, I might start believing you.” 

“Maybe you should.” 

The tension built slowly. Lingering touches. Longer stares. His hand at the small of my back when someone bumped into me at school. My fingers brushed his when I handed him a milkshake. Everyone else noticed before we did. 

“You two gonna just circle each other forever?” A classmate muttered once. 

I rolled my eyes. But that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. What would it feel like? Would he be rough? Gentle? Hesitant? Would he pull away first?

It started with a storm. Riverdale never did anything halfway. The sky was black by eight. Thunder rolled in thick waves. I found him near Sweetwater River, pacing near his car, hair already damp. 

“You’re going to get struck by lightning!” I called. 

“Worth it!” 

“For what?” 

He turned. 

“For this!” 

He moved closer. The rain started to slow. Just a mist at first. 

“You keep looking at me like you’re about to say something.” I said, heart pounding. 

“Maybe I am.” 

“Then say it.” 

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration flickering across his face. 

“You’re not supposed to look at me like that.” 

“Like what?” 

“Like I’m something good.” 

My breath caught. 

“I don’t see what everyone else sees.” I said. 

“And what do you see?” 

I stepped into his space, the rain picking up around us. 

“I see someone who’s tired of fighting.” 

His jaw tightened. 

“I see someone who’s tired of fighting.” 

His jaw tightened. 

“I see someone who protects the people he cares about.” 

The rain poured harder now, soaking through my shirt, plastering his curls to his forehead. 

“I see someone who thinks he’s too broken to deserve anything soft.” 

Thunder cracked overhead. 

“And you don’t think I am?” He asked quietly. 

I reached up, fingers brushing his cheek. 

“You don’t scare me, you comfort me.”

The words were barely louder than the rain. 

His breath hitched. 

He looked at me like I’d just undone him. 

“Y/N.” He warned softly. 

“What?” 

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me.” 

“Then show me.” 

That was all it took. 

He closed the distance slowly. Like he was giving me time to change my mind. I didn’t. His hand slid to my waist, warm and firm. My fingers tangled in his damp hair. The rain poured down between them. Our foreheads touched first. Breaths mingling. 

“Last chance.” He murmured. 

“For what?” 

“To walk away.” 

I smiled softly. 

“I’m not scared of you.” 

And then his lips were on mine. It wasn’t rough. It wasn’t rushed. It was hesitant at first, like he couldn’t believe he was allowed. I leaned in, deepening it, and something in him gave way. His grip tightened slightly. Her heart pounded. The rain soaked us both, but neither of us moved. He kissed me like he’d been holding it back for months. Like he wasn’t sure it was real. When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathless. 

“You sure about this?” He asked, voice rough. 

I rested my forehead against his. 

“I’ve been sure.” 

He laughed softly, disbelief and relief tangled together. 

“You’re gonna ruin my reputation.” 

I smiled. “Maybe I want to.” 

Malachai stared at her flushed skin, entranced by the expression in her eyes. They were hooded, her pupils wide with desire. Her finger twisted around the chain around his neck, pulling him to her for a languid kiss. It was a kiss they’d experienced time and time again, but it was always enticing. Every inch of them hummed with electricity when their lips met so, and it was never enough.

It could never be enough. From now to the end of time, they’d crave each other. Fulfilling that craving wouldn’t be easy, nor would it ever be satisfied – all the more reason to relish in it every possible moment.

Hesitancy was long gone. They knew each other far too well. Kai knew just how to get her where he wanted her, and she was always the willing participant. More than willing: she begged for it, begged for him.

He suckled on the exposed skin of her neck, his teeth grazing against her collarbone with excruciating slowness. She was on top of him, and she could remain there for now. It wouldn’t be long before Kai pulled her beneath him and made her writhe there all night. His long fingers sank into the neckline of her top, ripping it clean down the back and tossing it aside. The shudder of surprise he earned from his action was delicious.

Kai’s lustful chuckle rang out around them. “So excited already.” With one swift movement, Kai pushed her into the bed beneath him. One hand pressed into the sides of her neck, exerting the perfect amount of pressure. “I hope you’re not forgetting our deal?” Their deal was her losing end of the bargain from a bet they’d placed a week ago. She whimpered under him, shaking her head as much as she could with Kai’s tightening hold on her.

“Good girl.” With a snap of his fingers, Kai stole her sight with magic. It was far more efficient than using a blindfold. He could watch the effect of all of his dirty machinations in them, and she had no idea where his next touch would come from. She couldn’t see that Kai moved away to grab a candle, his main instrument for tonight. “Remind me what it was, princess.”

As she began to speak, Kai laid his hand against her face, cupping her cheek tenderly. His thumb brushed her lower lip, distracting her. “Because I came without permission last week, Daddy gets to make me cum as many times as he wants.” Malachai slipped his thumb into her mouth then, pleased with her answer and at the thoughts swimming through his mind.

His fingers ran down her body, trailing over her jaw and tracing her collarbone. “Very good. Now for some rules.” One single fingertip highlighted her sternum, hooking into the front of her bra and letting it hit her skin again with a satisfying snap. “You need Daddy’s permission for the first time, baby girl, but after that… you will finish as many times as you want to – as many times I want you to.”

“Yes, Daddy.” The control surging through him was intoxicating. She trusted him with every part of her, and all he could do was attempt to be worthy of that trust. Moving to stand above her, Kai blew out the candle, swirling the molten wax around and willing it to cool to the perfect, just barely bearable temperature.

Her trembling was both alluring and heart-wrenching. Malachai would never truly hurt her; she had to know that. Pressing a long, tender kiss to her lips, he took a seat next to her. “And if it’s truly too much, you will not hesitate to use your safe word. Is that clear?” She nodded, and that wasn’t enough. “Say it.”

“If it’s too much, I’ll use my safe word, Daddy.” Humming in agreement, Kai removed his own clothes very slowly. He even took the time to fold them and set them aside, highlighting that everything happening in their bedroom tonight was under his rule, his approval. She had no way of knowing where he was, and her arousal grew with her trepidation. Then, his cool palms – contrasting harshly with her warm flesh – stripped her bare. The air in the room was heavy, weighing down on them and pushing them closer.

The first drip of the searing wax fell onto her shaking breast, taking her completely unaware. Her hiss of shock was invigorating. The torrid sensation seemed to travel straight to her sex, turning her on beyond belief. There was a very thin line between pain and pleasure; her Daddy knew how to play that line like a string on a harp.

Drip, drip, drip…

The torturous heat came in quick succession, and after a while, she couldn’t be sure if the dripping fluid came from the candle or from between her legs. It was even better when he peeled the frozen wax off, following each flick with a suckle from his hot mouth. Kai’s eyes burned into her. She didn’t have her vision back, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to give it back just yet.

His tongue flicked against her tingling nipple expertly, eliciting more and more precious sounds from her. His hands pressed into her, leaving marks showing who she belonged to. Kai didn’t want to tie her up tonight. He wanted to pin her beneath him with his own body, feeling every inch of her.

One eager finger finally reached her clit, already swollen and desperate to be fondled. Her hips bucked off of the bed and Kai quickly straddled her. His body encased hers, not letting her shift an inch and making her succumb to his maneuvers. Her sight was returned to her, and their eyes locked together. Unspoken desires were exchanged like flames licking on the edges of their sanity.

Kai was no longer present. He’d become something else entirely – a voracious, unyielding beast. He dove between her legs, claiming her soaked pussy with his mouth. Three of his fingers filled her, and the cool metal band of his ring brushed against her outer lips with each thrust. She clenched her eyelids shut, being driven closer and closer to her first climax.

“Daddy, can I cum please?” Her voice was breathless, riddled with moans between words. Kai fought back a smirk, focusing instead on rubbing his digits against her g-spot. “I just got started, baby girl. You don’t have permission yet.” Her whimper of protest was weak. Kai consumed her juices and consumed her every rational thought.

Her body shook uncontrollably as if she was a puppet on a string in Kai’s hands. He knew her body better than she did, and the waves of pleasure were becoming uncontrollable – cresting and reforming in an endless loop. Kai wanted more than to please her. He was hoping to consume what made her who she was: the light within her. It was a yearning that would never be subdued. “Daddyyy, pleaseee!”

There it was. Malachai had her exactly where he wanted her. His erection throbbed painfully, but he wanted to claim one orgasm of hers before he pounded the rest out. “Beg for it. Convince Daddy that you want it, and I’ll consider it.” Her breath caught in her throat, nearly choking her.

“Please let me cum, Daddy! I need it so, so badly… Please, please pleaseeeee!!” On and on she sang out. Nearly harshly, Kai cupped her sex from the inside, pumping against her walls relentlessly. “Oh, you need it, hmm? Daddy’s good girl needs to cum?” Between gasps and groans, she begged for release, her own words driving her closer and closer. “Cum for me, then. Cum for me right now.”

Crushing his lips to hers, Kai held her down and swallowed her scream of ecstasy. His fingers did not give up their assault, and she could taste herself on his tongue. He could almost feel her pleasure as if it was his own, but it wasn’t enough. Before her climax finished, Kai’s cock drilled into her, taking the place of his fingers with lightning speed.

A guttural, animalistic growl rumbled out of his chest. Her pussy squeezed around him like a straitjacket, throbbing and clamping around him. A frenzy began inside them both, and it was impossible to stop. Kai grabbed her knees and spread her legs even further, feeling her deeper. Her climax was yet to end. It stretched into another and another with each thrust of his hips.

Her body seized, and Kai reached down to rub her clit ruthlessly, sadistically wrenching orgasm after orgasm from her. Before she could make a sound, Kai flipped her over. His chest meshed against her back, and his free hand grasped a handful of her hair.

They lost track of time. It felt as if it had been hours since their lovemaking began, and she’d lost count of how many orgasms she’d had. She was now on top of Kai, bouncing in his lap with his cock nestled inside her. Spent but still chasing more sweet rapture, her head lolled forward. Kai’s hands dug into her sides, gripping them and pulling her up and down his length.

He could see he’d satisfied her completely; she was reaching her limit. “Daddy wants one more climax from you, baby. Can you do that for Daddy? Just one more.” She mewled and bit his shoulder. The piercing sensation sent a jolt down his spine. “That’s it, princess. You can bite Daddy as hard as you want. Just one more. Give Daddy one more orgasm.”

Knowing it drove her wild, Kai sank his own teeth into her neck, sending her spiraling into her final escape for the night. Her blood was exquisite, filled with the endorphins and chemicals of their bliss. He drank to his heart’s content – careful of how much he took – as he filled her with his cum.

He didn’t let her leave his embrace, however. Kai held her to his chest gently. He was holding the woman precious to him above all. Her heart raced wildly, and Kai could feel every beat in rhythm with his own heart. “Thank you, baby girl. Thank you for letting Daddy have all of you.”

Kai kissed her softly. The passion from just minutes before had melted into beautiful adoration. Laying her down, Kai grabbed a small washcloth he’d prepared earlier and wiped away remnants of their juices and sweat. He looked down upon her with the most loving eyes. She was a goddess at whose altar he worshipped. Her own were lidded over, but Kai knew she was still awake. “I love you so much, Daddy.”

“I love you, too, princess. So, so much. You are my…” You are my everything. Kai had known this girl was something special the very first time they’d met. By their third encounter, he knew he’d want to be by her side forever. It was a miracle she wanted him just as much.

Making sure the blanket covered their bare skin, Kai nestled her into his arms. Smoothing her tangled locks with agile fingers, he hummed to her soothingly. Though she drifted off to sleep soon, he lay awake. He memorized the feel of her body against his, memorized every dip and turn. He memorized the color it took as one single ray of moonlight reflected from it. He drank in every part of her being, for it was a part of him, too.

~~~

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Miscellaneous Musings of Mine ~ I'm not super proud of this one shot. Plot and emotional prose are more my forte, and I feel like I dropped the ball on a piece I was trying to write as erotica and only erotica. But, anyhow. Glad you read it and are here supporting my writing :)

- makeup sex would be very rough and passionate

- he would have a daddy kink for sure

- "are you gonna come inside me, daddy?"

- "Does daddy make you feel good, princess?"

- both of you being very loud

- the thought of having a threesome turned you on

- but Malachai would never share you

- being caught by other Ghoulies a couple of times

- Malachai threatening to cut their throats if they didn't get out

- both finding the risk to get caught again very arousing though

- he would love it when you ride him

- but he would prefer to dominate you

- him tying you up so he could have his way with you

- sloppy kisses when you would reach your highs

The first time Malachai talked to me, it wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t even intentional. I was standing outside The Wyrm because Jughead had dragged me here for business and drinks. He was inside talking to Toni, and I stepped out for air. That’s when a car pulled up. Leather vest. Dark Curls. That smirk. 

Malachai. 

Two Ghoulies were inside the car like loyal shadows. He looked me up and down slowly. Most girls would’ve looked away. I didn’t. He raised a brow. 

“You lost, princess?” 

“No.” I replied calmly. “Are you?” 

The Ghoulies snickered. His smirk sharpened. 

“I don’t think you know who you’re talking to.” 

“I don’t think I care.” 

Silence. 

The air shifted. Most people in Riverdale either feared him or wanted him. I did neither. He tilted his head slightly, studying me like I was a puzzle. 

“What’s your name?” 

“Why?” 

His mouth twitched. 

“You always answer questions with questions?” 

“Only when they’re stupid.” 

His eyes darkened, not angry. 

Interested. 

“Y/N!” Jughead called from the doorway. 

His gaze flicked to him, then back to me. 

“Y/N.” He repeated slowly, like he was testing it. Then he leaned closer. 

“You should be careful who you talk to like that.” 

I didn’t step back. 

“Then you should be careful how you introduce yourself.” 

Something spanked behind his eyes. Not irritation. Not dominance. Recognition. And that was the beginning of the problem. 

After that, I started seeing him everywhere. Outside school. Across the street. Leaning against walls like he owned gravity. He never approached me the same way twice. Sometimes it was just:

“You always this quiet?” 

Sometimes:

“You’ve got a staring problem.” 

Once, in the hallway:

“You’re not scared of me.” 

“That disappoint you?” 

“A little.” 

The tension wasn’t loud. It simmered. And I hated that I was starting to look for him too. 

It happened after school. Ghoulies vs Serpents. Because of course it did. I wasn’t involved. I wasn’t even supposed to be anywhere near it. But I heard shouting behind the gym, and curiosity is Riverdale’s worst trait. I turned the corner just in time to see a Serpent shove one of Malachai’s guys. Everything exploded. Punches, shouting, chaos. And then, someone grabbed me. Wrong place, wrong time. A Ghoulie I didn’t recognize yanked me backward. 

“Let go!” I snapped. 

“Stay out of it!” He growled. 

I struggled. Then the air shifted again. Malachai saw. I don’t know what changed in his face, but it wasn’t subtle. He moved fast. Too fast. He grabbed the guy by the collar and slammed him into the brick wall. 

“Touch her again, and you won’t have hands.” He said quietly, too quietly. 

The guy stumbled back. Malachai turned to me. His voice softened immediately. 

“You okay?” 

I blinked. 

“You just threatened to break your own guy’s hands.” 

“That wasn’t the question.” 

My heart skipped. 

“I’m fine.” 

His jaw flexed. 

“You shouldn’t be here.” 

“I wasn’t exactly invited.” 

His eyes dragged over me, checking for injuries. It felt… protective. Possessive. Unintentional. That scared me more than the fight. 

A week later, I found him alone. Sitting on the rooftop of an abandoned building. Brooding, very on brand. 

“I thought villains preferred lairs.” I said, climbing up. 

He didn’t look surprised. 

“You stalking me now?” 

“Hardly.” 

I sat beside him. 

There was a long silence. Riverdale stretched below us, neon and broken. 

“Why aren’t you scared?” He asked finally. 

“Of what?” 

“Me.” 

I considered it. 

“Because you don’t scare me.” 

“That’s stupid.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I’m not a good person, Y/N.” 

His voice wasn’t defensive. It was just mater-of-fact. I looked at him. 

“Name someone in Riverdale who is.” 

He turned to me then, really looked at me. And something fragile flickered there. But he didn’t move away. 

It was late, too late. He walked me home without me asking. 

“You don’t have to.” I said. 

“I know.” 

We stopped at my trailer. The tension was unbearable. He looked like he wanted to say something. 

He didn’t. 

I rolled my eyes. 

“What?” 

“You’re thinking too loud.” 

He huffed a quiet laugh. 

“I didn’t mean to start talking to you.” 

“Oh, I could tell.” 

“No.” He said softly. “I didn’t mean to… care.” 

The air thinned. 

My heart pounded. 

“Well, that sounds like a you problem.” I said carefully. 

He stepped closer. 

“Yeah.” He agreed. “It is.” 

We were inches apart. He could’ve kissed me. I could’ve let him. Instead, he brushed his knuckles against my cheek, barely there, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed. 

“I don’t do this.” He whispered. 

“Do what?” 

“Feel.” 

And that was the moment I knew I was in trouble. 

It wasn’t dramatic. No explosions or gang war. Just rain. We were under the awning of an old garage. He looked restless. Agitated. 

“Say it.” I told him. 

“Say what?” 

“Whatever you’ve been trying to say for weeks.” 

His jaw tightened. 

“I didn’t mean to fall for you.”

The words hung between us. He ran a hand through his curls. 

“It just… happened.”

I didn’t breathe. 

“I don’t fall.” He continued. “I don’t attach. I don’t-” He stopped. 

“But you don’t flinch. You don’t treat me like I’m a headline.” 

I stepped closer. 

“And that’s new?” 

“Yeah.” His voice cracked slightly. 

“I don’t know what to do with that.” 

For once, Malachai looked uncertain. Not dangerous or intimidating. Just a guy. I reached up and grabbed the front of his jacket. 

“You could start by not fighting it.” I said softly. 

His eyes searched mine. 

“You’re not scared?” 

“No.” 

“Of me hurting you?” 

“You already could have.” 

Silence. 

Then he kissed me. Slow. Careful. Like he was afraid I’d disappear if he moved too fast. And when he pulled back, forehead resting against mine, he whispered: 

“I didn’t mean to.” 

I smiled. 

“I know.” 

Chapter 1 Recap:

Kai’s teeth gritted together. Just as he had begun wanting her approval, the door leading to her slammed in his face. He took his emotion by the throat and tossed it back into the recesses of his mind. It would creep back eventually, but right then, it would only be a hindrance. His countenance smoothed. Kai approached them with renewed confidence, speaking directly to Damon. “I’ll offer you a deal.

“Leave her here, and take Elena with you. I think that’s a rather fair offer – a soulmate for a soulmate.”

~~~

Rosalie’s head snapped in Kai’s direction. He couldn’t be serious. Something broke inside her. Perhaps there was no use in hoping for Kai to miraculously show some redeeming qualities, but she didn’t think he could hurt her so easily. Kai was willing to use her as a guinea pig?

The worst part was that Damon agreed. Despite Elena’s protests, Damon looked at Rose. A truly sincere apology gleamed in his eyes, lasting for only a fraction of a second. Then, they were both gone. Rosalie stood silently, staring in the direction of the exit. “That- That’s it? He just left you?” Kai wanted to be alone with her, but he was still angered by it. How could Damon just leave her, knowing full well what he had done to Elena? Kai wouldn’t dare hurt Rosalie, but they weren’t to know that.

“I’m not too surprised, actually.” She wasn’t. Not one bit. Damon always chose Elena, long before they discovered they were soulmates. Shaking her head, Rosalie disappeared into the nearest classroom – a science lab – and cleaned the blood from her face.

Red. That’s what red looks like.

Kai followed her in, and she ignored him for now. Her eyes danced around, pinpointing the various hues she had no names for. Smiling to herself, Rose wondered if she should sneak into a preschool and learn names of colors from the cute posters little kiddos learn from. The one she most wanted to learn of was the color of Kai’s irises. It was deep, somehow. Cool but rich at the same time.

Rosalie’s smile made something flicker within Kai. It was warm. Comforting. He quickly brushed it off. Emotions were nothing but chemicals made in the brain. They held no value otherwise. Best of all, Kai was a sociopath. He liked being a sociopath. He wasn’t burdened by things like love or guilt or sadness. “What are you planning on doing? Is it safe to assume you’re not going to let me go anytime soon?”

Kai hopped up onto the teacher’s desk. “Phasmatos Incendia.” The wooden leg of the table in front of Kai combusted, sending red-hot sparks flying towards them. “Suctus Incendia!” Rosalie protected her face and killed the flame before it consumed any more wooden furniture. “I’m guessing you didn’t mean to burn the room down.”

He was honestly embarrassed. She was skilled; he’d already seen that. Truthfully, it was very attractive to Kai. For now, he convinced himself it had to do with her magic and nothing more. “That’s the problem. I have too much magic, and I can’t control where it goes or...” Or what it does. A thought crossed his mind – one that terrified him. Kai stood, approaching Rosalie slowly. Perhaps he had tried to hurt Elena, but he wouldn’t harm a hair on Rosalie’s head.

It would be akin to hurting himself.

His footsteps rang out into the silence, but Rosalie put her hand up; Kai froze mid-step. “Don’t come any closer to me.” Rosalie felt guilty. She had never wanted to treat her soulmate this way, but she couldn’t trust him. Not when he…

No.

Soulmate or not, trust was earned. Kai would have to earn her trust, just as she’d have to earn his. She bit the inside of her cheek, chewing at it in anxiety. “I don’t … want you any closer.”

“I’m not going to hurt you, Rosalie.” It was the first time he had said her name, and to Rose, it was the most beautiful it had ever sounded. Truly, the name was meant to be spoken by him. She was meant to belongto him. Even so, as every inch of her being ached to feel Kai - to hear his heartbeat under her ear and know he was real - Rosalie turned away from him. “I don’t trust you, Kai.”

Ever since Kai returned to a world of grey, a great part of him wanted to abandon his revenge and just find his other half. Of course, that was fantasy. Truthfully, he was too broken to be someone else’s other half. Hearing his name from her lips should’ve brought joy immeasurable; it only brought regret and misery.

“Leave, then. Get out. You won’t have to see me ever again.” The words ripped past his gritted teeth, going against his every desire. Rosalie blinked in surprise. Two strings attached to her. One connected to her mind and urged her to run out of the building; the other wrapped around her heart, squeezing it harshly and willing her feet to stay planted firmly on the ground.

Was the turmoil inside her echoed in him, too? Rosalie rationalized the hope away. Kai couldn’t possibly feel anything for her. He had no feelings at all. Without another word, Rose walked past him, ignoring the twinge in her chest that grew stronger and stronger. She wouldn’t allow herself a glance back, either.

Kai was not a stranger to pain. He’d been mentally, physically, and verbally abused for twenty-two years and then spent eighteen more in isolation as the family reject – the defective twin no one wanted. Watching Rosalie walk away seemed to have encompassed all of that pain into one agonizing, unbearable moment. It showed no sign of ending, stretching to infinity.

The furniture went flying around him. Glass shattered. Tables collapsed. Drinking fountains gushed streams of water onto the floor. Pure destruction reigned, mirroring the storm inside him.

Rosalie rushed out of the high school, not daring to stop. She sat in her car but was in no state to drive. If you asked anyone about her, they’d say Rosalie was a level-headed woman. She was not quick to anger, nor was she quick to mirth. If they could hear the scream that escaped her then, they’d think she’d lost her sanity.

Rose’s hands slammed against the steering wheel. Tears blurred her vision. Her magic lashed out, rattling her car and her within it. The windshield wipers screeched against the back window. Blaring alarms rang around her. With every fiber of her soul, Rosalie wished she’d never met Kai.

A world without color would have been better than a world where she was meant to be with a murderer.

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Rosalie ignored every call from Damon and Elena in the coming days. Liv was helping them get their “resident witch” out of the prison world. She wanted nothing to do with them. Rose just wallowed alone, praying for her world to become grey again. Every day she saw colors was a day she felt unbearable torment.

The two strings around her hadn’t snapped. The one around her heart had grown piercing thorns, making her bleed. The one linked to her mind was weaker. It had drawn her away from Kai once, and Rose questioned its ability to make her walk away from him a second time.

While Liv was gone, she asked Rosalie to cover her shifts at Scull Bar. Rose agreed – partially because she could use the extra cash and partially because the new job forced her mind away from the utter commotion within. Thankfully, it was pretty dead, and Rosalie was occupying her time with a sketch.

She was just starting to make sense of the world and its colors. For someone who had seen everything as monochromatic, it was all very confusing. Water is clear but is also blue? Sunsets can be a whole myriad of colors: red, orange, and even pink. They were beautiful, albeit overwhelming. Rose was desperately trying to create the color she found in Kai’s eyes. No shade of blue she found did it justice, and she could’ve used a reminder.

Just a few miles away, Kai irritated his cab driver with his incessant blabbing. “Have you ever worn skinny jeans? They feel wrong. I’m all bunched up.” The driver gave him a quick glance through his rearview mirror, not sure how to feel about this kid. “Also, why are jeans so tight when phones are so big?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, pal.” The tired exasperation was not lost on Kai. “Oh, god. I’m that guy, right? That guy that won’t shut up. Ugh, I hate that guy. I sat next to that guy on the plane. He was the worst.”

Kai leaned forward, his forearms resting on the shoulders of the front seats. “Hey, speaking of planes, have you flown recently? ‘Cuz what’s with the whole liquid situation and the stripping-before-you-go-through-security thing? It’s weird.”

“They’re worried about terrorists.” The taxi driver blinked slowly, feeling a part of his mind shrivel up and die in sheer annoyance. “Okay, well, I’m sorry but the real terrorists are some of those people taking off their shoes.” Kai caught the driver’s eyes once more, and he smiled. Kai realized he had no cash on him; it would be so easy to tell him his real story and not worry about it reaching another soul. “I know, I’m chatty. Sorry. I’ve just been in prison for a while.” The driver sped up, eager to make his money and get this trip over with. “Well, not like a regular prison! More like a special kind of–”

“Alright, we’re here. That’ll be thirty.” Kai feigned digging around in his pockets, knowing that he had no way of paying. “Oh hey, gum! Nice.” Munching on his newfound treat, Kai continued looking for anything to – well, anything to give this nice driver some rest. “Come on, pal. I don’t have all day.”

“Huh. Well…” Kai unraveled some earphones stuffed into the pocket of those unbearably tight jeans. “I guess this will do.” With one quick motion, Kai tugged the thin, white wire against the driver’s carotid arteries, squeezing relentlessly while calmly looking around, making sure no one was around.

When the struggling ceased, Kai grinned to himself as he set the driver up for his eternal rest. The earbuds nestled into his ears, and any passerby would’ve simply thought the man was asleep. With that, he left the car. There was a skip in his step from the rush murder usually brought him, a skip that continued until he stepped into Scull Bar.

He walked in expecting to find his little sister, Olivia, behind the counter. Instead, he found her. The one he hadn’t seen in days. The one he was trying to keep out of his thoughts. Kai’s mind flashed back to the last words exchanged between them and what he had just done. She was right to fear him, right to want to stay away.

The chime above the door forced Rosalie to look up. There it was – the color tormenting her every waking thought. As smoothly as she could without looking flustered, Rose hid her drawings. Kai plastered a fake smirk onto his face, taking a seat at the deserted bar. “Why, hello.”

“What do you want?” Rosalie’s tone wasn’t rude, just tired. She was exhausted with what her life had become since Kai entered it. “I think you meant: ‘Welcome to Scull Bar. Can I take your order?’ Let’s try that again.” Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, Rosalie forced herself to respond. “I’m just covering for Liv.”

“Liv?” A sharp chuckle slipped from Kai’s chest. “Ironic.”

Something about that laugh was unnerving. He looked completely calm, of course. Nothing shook a sociopath. Rosalie felt a chill go up her spine. “Are you on Twitter?” She began clearing up behind the counter, ignoring him. “I just signed up. You should follow me. CobraKai1972.” When Kai got no reaction, he probed for one. “Oh, come on, like Karate Kid. Did you know you can follow celebrities? They all Twitter the stupidest things. It’s hilarious.”

“They tweet the stupidest things. Look, it’s dead in here, so I was going to close up.”

“No, no, wait. I’ll order a real drink.” Kai’s eyes scanned the bottles behind her. “No bourbon, I’m secure enough in my masculinity. Vodka’s boring. Rum’s too tropical. Ooh, tequila. You do not want to see me on tequila. What about gin? Is that weird?”

“Not if you’re a fifty-year-old. Then again, you are technically in your forties.” Rosalie couldn’t say his rant wasn’t amusing, but she was still nervous about being alone with him. The thorns around her heart scraped at her, pushing her closer to Kai. “Whoa, whoa. I am 22 and have been 22 since I was put on a magical time-out eighteen years ago.”

“So, gin’s out then.” Rosalie had to press her lips together to muffle the smile encroaching on her. It didn’t go unnoticed. “You know what? Surprise me.” Kai watched as Rosalie mixed together a cocktail, trying his best to not seem too enamored. She slid it to him and resumed closing without a word. From the corner of her eye, she noted Kai’s pleasantly startled grin. “Hey, this is good!”

A voice in the back of her mind told her Kai had to like her cocktail of choice – he was her other half, after all. She brushed it off as quickly as it came. Her other half was a ruthless killer. Rosalie couldn’t help how drawn she was to him, even when she tried to stay away. She had to, though. There was no other choice.

“Alright, there’s your drink. I’m heading out, and unless you’d like to be locked in, I’d advise leaving as well.” The sudden shift in mood was gloomy. Nearly despairing.

Kai didn’t have it in him to protest. Taking his glass with him, he followed behind. His foot snagged against a chair, making him stumble. Rosalie approached the parked taxi and tapped on the window. “Hello?” The driver showed no sign of waking, and Kai couldn’t stop her.

Noticing the doors were unlocked, Rose opened the driver’s side, not expecting his body to fall out senselessly. The earbud previously tucked into his ear fell out, the wire plugged into nothing. With trembling hands, she leaned down to check his pulse and stifled a shriek when she felt nothing but cold, dead skin…

~~~ That concludes Chapter 2 of Colors! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it :) Please feel free to send any thoughts/comments/constructive criticisms my way!

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Kai’s POV:

My eyes opened slowly, hindered by the mostly tolerable throbbing in my temples. Daylight streamed in through my window, bathing the room in its gentle warmth. To my left, Rose lay sleeping soundly. I was rather proud of how much I managed to wear out a supernatural Heretic like myself.

Stepping over the scattered clothes strewn across the floor, I headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As the steam slowly cloaked the mirror, I admired the superficial scars etched into my shoulders, remnants from last night’s adventure. She warned me she had claws, and she was right.

41 hours and 17 minutes ago…

I swirled the expensive bourbon in the crystal glass, watching the amber liquid coat the glass walls. It wouldn’t have been my first choice, but if I was trying to befriend Damon Salvatore, I had to start somewhere. He seemed on edge for no reason known to me. Every three seconds, he’d find something else to straighten in the overly opulent sitting room of the Salvatore Boarding House. “What’s got you so wound up? Life not as fun now that you’re human?”

“My human life is fantastic, Kai. Just peachy.” I put my feet up on the coffee table, and Damon glowered at the soles of my shoes. “Tsk, that’s not very believable.” Truth be told, I was almost jealous of Damon at times. 

There was this ineffable hollowness inside me. No amount of blood, magic, or alcohol could subdue it. Damon loved someone. He was lucky Elena loved him too, despite all his flaws and his past. I was incapable of that feeling – or any feeling. It made living for revenge so much easier. But now that I had relinquished my craving for revenge, what would I do? I had no drive to do anything else. For the first time in my life, I actually had choices, and those choices terrified me.

“I have to tell a friend about my new… condition, and she’s coming here today. She’s not going to be happy about it.” Oh, now I was intrigued. “You mean you actually have friends outside of this cult-like Mystic Falls circle?” Damon didn’t bother validating my taunt with a response. “What’s her name?” I tried to tamp down my excitement, but it didn’t slip past Damon’s attention. He gave me a once over, tilted his head in thought, and then let out a sigh. “Her name’s–”

Damon’s voice was cut off by a vampire zooming into the room and tackling him in a hug. He laughed and spun her around. My gaze was enraptured by this vixen, whoever she was. Her gorgeous hair swayed down her back, tinged beautifully in the sunlight. “Rosalie! Where the hell have you been?”

“Barcelona, and then Cape Town. You still saving Mystic Falls from some new villain?” At the mention of a villain, Damon’s eyes darted over to me, making the mystery girl look my way for the first time. Her eyes shined in curiosity. “And you are?”

“That’s… Kai Parker.” Apparently, I didn’t need to introduce myself, so I raised my glass in greeting and took another sip. “Kai Parker? The Kai Parker you were stuck in the 1994 world with?” My expression fell slightly, but I plastered a suave smile on once again. “That’s me! Prison world, to be exact. But that’s all over now.” Downing the last of the bourbon, I stood. “My presence isn’t really necessary, so I’ll be heading out. See you later, Damon.”

When I glanced back at the intriguing stranger, she was watching me. I gave her a smirk and one half-wave before hearing the door close behind me.

33 hours and 26 minutes ago…

I was looking forward to seeing Damon’s friend again, but I didn’t imagine it would be so soon. Especially not like this. I was exiting the Mystic Grill after an unsatisfying, lonely dinner when I saw her again. She hung up a call and looked frozen to the spot. Then, I watched her phone disintegrate in her hand, melting into molten metal. I didn’t have time to delight in the fact that she was a Heretic just like me, not when her world seemed to have come crashing down.

Her knees buckled below her, and I rushed to her side, careful to use human speed just in case anyone was watching. “Hey!” I caught her gently by the arm. Her eyes brimmed with tears, and I didn’t expect the sight to disarm me so. That spark I admired in them earlier had diffused long ago. “Are you okay, Rose?” Rose? Where’d that come from? I met her 8 hours ago and was already nicknaming her?

Rosalie rubbed the tears away, seemingly afraid of showing weakness. “I – Uhm. No, not really.” She stumbled a bit but steadied herself. “I… wasn’t expecting this.” Don’t pry, Kai. Do not – “Wasn’t expecting what?” I watched this beautiful, pained woman close her eyes. Her brows furrowed as if she was trying to dispel a memory and failing miserably. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me, just… Would you like to go somewhere with me?”

29 hours and 53 minutes ago…

“The only good thing about Damon becoming a human is his loss of supernatural hearing.” Rose took a swig of the 1864 Cabernet Sauvignon she swiped from the Salvatore Collection. “He’ll forgive me. I’m the one who gifted it to him.” The Mystic Falls namesake gurgled, and the stars were twinkling above. When I asked her to come with me, I had no plan in mind. Now, I couldn’t be gladder for this impromptu trip.

I had learned that the spark within her was a fire. It was a fire so enthralling that I wouldn’t even mind being burned. I may even invite the feeling. “You’ve known him since when, exactly?” Rosalie handed me the bottle and laid back with her head on her jacket. “1958. He had just escaped the Augustine Society. Oh, you probably don’t know about them. You don’t want to, either.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” Rosalie then took my hand, gently pulling me back to lay with her on yet another stolen item from the Salvatore House – an Afghan that probably cost as much as a car. She stared at the blanket of stars above, but I looked only at her. “Damon was nervous about telling you, you know. That he chose to become human.” There was this sadness in her smile, hindering it from truly touching her eyes. “I know. He didn’t need to be.”

Her tone suggested the matter was closed, and she summoned the wine bottle with a wordless incantation, gulping down a good fourth of what remained. Then, she rested her forehead against her knees, glancing back at me. “Thank you for taking his vampirism for him. How has the new lease on life been for you?” Something was bothering her – that call shook her to her core earlier, almost swept the ground from under her feet – and yet she was asking about me?

“It’s been… different. But I see you’re a Heretic as well. Any tips for a newbie vampire siphon?”

Rosalie’s POV:

That was a bad question. I couldn’t possibly answer that. I had tips for him, each one more jaded than the next. People don’t see you; they see your unlimited magic for their personal use. Don’t trust anyone with your soul, or they’ll destroy it. Don’t love your friends; they’ll die and leave you. “Not tonight, Kai. Perhaps another time.” I looked up at the stars once more. They glinted almost playfully against the night sky.

The beauty of the universe should’ve been enough to calm the turmoil inside me, but it was doing absolutely nothing. I needed something to shut off the world, shut off my thoughts. I had no thirst to quench, and a Heretic with their humanity off was a whole other nightmare. Damon was the only one who could get me back, but I wouldn’t be able to rely on him now. “Thanks for bringing me here. I really didn’t want to be alone.”

27 hours and 38 minutes ago…

Time passed in comfortable silence. I felt strangely at peace with Kai, even though I knew some of his story. I blamed the secure feeling on the alcohol for now, not nearly as alert as I usually am. Somehow, I found my head resting on Kai’s shoulder. His heartbeat – the steady, calming rhythm – thrummed below my ear soothingly.

I felt Kai’s gaze on me, and every inch of me begged to look at him. This was an attraction I’d never felt before – not even with him. With Kai, it was like I was in constant pain, and he was the remedy. The look in his eyes was passionate, his blue-grey irises smoldering. His hand came up to rest on my cheek. The rough pad of his thumb glided across the tender skin of my lower lip, drawing me in. My eyes shut as if by instinct, waiting to savor the first taste of him.

Then, Kai stopped, just before the torturous distance was about to close. “Not tonight, Rosalie. Not like this.” A wave of rejection washed over me, and the heat of excitement was exhumed. “Oh… I’m sorry… I just thought–” Was it just me? Did my presence make him feel nothing? “No, no, don’t get me wrong. I want to.” I bit the inside of my cheek, swallowing back the retort filled with hurt.

“Both of us have had a lot to drink. I wish we were sober. I don’t want to waste our first kiss like this, do you?”

15 hours and 49 minutes ago…

Damon invited me over to hang out and talk. What started as a party for two turned into a high-stakes poker game for seven. The sun had just begun to set, casting an orange glow over the room.

I had come in third. Now, only Stefan and Kai were left. Kai’s stare was intensely competitive as he glanced between the two cards in his hand and the five spread on the table. I couldn’t help but smile at his seriousness. Black chips clinked against the table as Kai dropped six in front of him, challenging Stefan with a steely, even gaze.

Stefan wasn’t one to back down. In one fell swoop, all of Stefan’s chips were pushed into the center, eliciting an eyebrow raise from me. That was a dead giveaway of his hand. Stefan was playing on a Full House and was confident he’d take Kai’s last penny. Had I not been watching him so closely, I would’ve missed Kai’s smirk. It disappeared as quickly as it came, as did all of Kai’s chips from in front of him. “Call.”

As expected, Stefan flipped over pocket 9s, completing the Full House with three 9s and two Kings. Already believing in his victory, Stefan reached to pull the chips towards him. “Not so fast, Steven.” This time, Kai’s smirk wasn’t hiding. He turned his cards over to show pocket Kings, revealing his winning hand: Four of a Kind. Stefan’s expression fell, and Kai laughed in victory. The sound was fulfilling, and I was the only one to clap when Kai bowed dramatically.

People began trickling out one by one; soon, only Damon, Elena, Kai, and I remained. Elena and I were chatting in the kitchen when both boys came in. I watched Damon wrap his arms around Elena from behind and swallowed the jealousy back, focusing instead on my frosting for the cooling cupcakes. “Yum, cupcakes!” Kai attempted to pick one up from the pan and burned his finger on the metal instead. Clicking my tongue in chastisement, I brought him over to the sink and put his hand under cold, running water. “Anyone ever tell you to improve your patience?”

Sighing dramatically, Kai sucked softly on the injured finger instead. My gaze lingered on his lips much longer than necessary, my cheeks flushing as I remembered the near-kiss from last night. “Hey Rose, why didn’t Jason come with you?”

Kai’s POV:

Jason? Who the fuck was Jason? I couldn’t feed the bitterness in me for long. Rosalie’s expression was the same as it was last night. Her eyes were closed in agony like she was tormenting herself on the inside. “He… we’re not together anymore.” Damon left Elena’s side and gripped Rosalie’s shoulders, forcing her to look at him. “What do you mean you’re not together anymore? You’ve been together for decades. What did he do?”

The bitterness was now an unadulterated rage. I hadn’t felt such rage in a very long time, and the feeling was not welcome. “Nothing. It just ended. Mutually.” I hadn’t known Rose long, but even I wasn’t buying that. When she removed herself from Damon’s grip and ran her fingers through her hair, his jaw tensed. “You’re lying. I’m gonna kill him.” Not if I beat you to it, Damon.

“Yes, I’m lying. Drop it, Damon. Don’t ask me about him again.” She went back to whipping her frosting, putting the aggression from her veins into her movements. Damon went to say something else, but Rosalie set him silent with an unbeatably harsh gaze. He sulked out of the kitchen, Elena in tow. I heard Rosalie mutter under her breath. “Crap, I need a new phone.” The call had been from Jason? The call that made her mad enough to melt her phone? 

I took the whisk from Rosalie’s hand, ignoring the throb in my heart when I saw her poorly hidden tears. “Come on. I’m buying you a phone with my poker winnings.”

7 hours and 25 minutes ago…

“Malachai, unless you want to ruin that frosting, do NOT break that egg into it.” I pouted, hopping up on the counter. “But I want to help.” Truthfully, I was an excellent cook. Eighteen years alone in a magical prison was plenty of time to hone my skills. I was just doing whatever I could to keep that smile on her face. Nothing else belonged there.

“You’ve done too much already by buying me a phone. Let me make you cupcakes as a thank you. You didn’t get any earlier.” I swung my feet, watching her work. She seemed perfectly at home in my apartment even though it was her first time here. It was warm, somehow. Complete, as if the last puzzle piece finally slid into place.

Sneaking her phone when she wasn’t looking, I took a bunch of selfies on it, waiting for her to notice. When she did, her laugh rang around me, captivating me. I pulled Rosalie in, pressing my cheek against hers without thinking. The sensation sent tingles down my spine; the smoothness of her cheek contrasted with the roughness of my own.

The laughter mellowed, and our heartbeats grew faster. With calculated movements, she turned to face me. Her alluring fire pulled me in like a siren’s song. “Kai…” Unspoken requests lingered, heavy in the air around us.

We were being pulled together like magnets, and this time, there was no reason to stop. With the first touch of her lips to mine, I was gone. My own fused into hers eagerly, aching to have her… to find that fire in her and make it mine. Rose returned the kiss just as feverishly, her smaller body flush against my own.

“Rosalie…” I loomed over her, even when I moved from the counter to stand with her. “Do you want this?” My self-control was hanging on by a thread. This was her way out, her only escape, and I prayed she didn’t take it. “Yes. Please… Ple–” Without hesitation this time, my lips crashed into hers. The attraction had been simmering between us ever since I laid my eyes on her. Now, it threatened to bubble over, consuming us both.

Some part of our beings melded together, and the need for words was long gone. We found ourselves in my bedroom, and I eagerly tore her clothes from her body, desperate to feel her skin against mine. Her fingers brazenly pushed my jacket off of my shoulders and I found myself pushed back onto my bed. Rosalie scrambled into my lap, her lips leaving mine for the smallest seconds possible. As her legs wrapped around my torso, my hands explored the silk hiding beneath her top.

Human speed was far too slow. I pulled her beneath me with urgency, feeling up her shapely legs. When her eyes met mine in the darkness, they touched something within me. They reached something so raw and so pure that I was at her mercy, whether she knew it or not. I would make her mine, for I was already hers.

My mouth found her neck, tasting the warm flesh. I could hear her blood rush inside her, and I sucked on her clavicle greedily, trying to dispel the bloodthirst which conflated with the thirst for my Rosalie. One by one, everything separating us disappeared. I couldn’t get enough of her. Her body burned under me, capturing me in its torrid heat, making me succumb to its temptations.

I slid down her, memorizing every inch of Rose with lips and tongue. There was no need for words. I perceived her every desire, and my own was to make hers come true. Foreshadowing what was to come, my palm hastened to her thigh, moving closer and closer to her sex. When I felt the wetness of her glaze my fingers, a growl escaped me. The thread of self-control didn’t just snap, it disintegrated, exploded into its microscopic fibers.

Before she could comprehend, I was between her legs. I craved to taste her so badly, but I had to pause just once more. “Rosalie, if you want to stop me, stop me right now. Otherwise, I can’t be responsible for the ravishing I’m about to give you.” Her teeth dug into her lower lip, and Rose nodded furiously. “Take me, Malachai. Please…”

That’s what I’ll do, love. I suckled on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, nipping her playfully. Then, I lay one bold swipe against her dripping folds. The dam broke, and I drowned myself in the taste of her. Her moans encouraged me, drove me to find more of her. Every so often, I would gaze up at her. Rosalie’s fingers clutched the bedsheets below her, her back arching up with the pleasure I dealt her. My own found her clit, the center button of ecstasy, and pressed against it.

She came undone under me. Her legs, resting on my shoulders, trembled along with her whole body. I continued my machinations, my fingers rubbing her relentlessly as she rode out her first of many orgasms for the night. “So, so beautiful…” I laid beside her and languidly stole a kiss as I pulled her on top of me.

I wouldn’t let her go even for a second, especially not when I felt her wetness coat my throbbing erection. “Ride me, baby.” She wasted no time, needing me as much as I needed her. Rosalie was not warm inside; the heat of her marked me for all eternity. My fingers dug into her hips, helping her rock on me. Each ebbing and flowing sensation mingled with our labored breathing in the liquid dark night. Our tongues entwined, as did our arms.

Hot desires searched for their culmination, and Rosalie’s sex tightened around me. Her second climax was much more violent than the first, and I had to catch her as she collapsed on me. My mind went blank, and my gaze danced with stars as I filled her deeply, thoroughly enjoying her soft whimper of rapture.

For a few moments, we laid there just so. I needed to live in this world – a world with just us two – for much longer. Maybe forever. I also knew I hadn’t had my fill of her. Not in the slightest.

“Are you wanting more, Rosalie?” My breath tickled her ear, and her sultry laugh came with an even more enticing response. “Careful, Malachai. I have claws.”

Rosalie’s POV, Present Time:

I wasn’t in the Salvatore House when I woke. It took me a few moments to remember where I was… and what happened last night. The rushing shower water brought my senses to me. I shifted to get up and winced, blissfully sore from last night. I felt a strange blend of embarrassment and pride as flashes of our entanglements swam through my eyes. My heart pounded in my chest. I could still feel his hands on me, his lips ravaging me, him pounding into me…

“Thinking about something?” Malachai was leaning against the doorframe to his bathroom in grey sweatpants, smirking as if he could read my mind. “It’s a shame you didn’t wake earlier. Could’ve joined me in my shower. Of course… I could just join yours.” He winked playfully and my laugh was cut off by a memory. “You never got your cupcakes.” 

“Oh, I got you though. That’s much bet–” With Kai’s comforter wrapped around me, I collected my scattered clothes, eyes averted. “Hey… Rose? What happened? Did I go too far with my teasing? I’m sorry…” My expression softened, and I pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “No, Kai, it’s not you. I just…” 

This time, I didn’t think Kai would let it go. He quickly ducked into his closet, grabbing me a clean shirt. I slipped it on quickly, not exactly shy in front of him anymore. “Last night meant a lot to me, Malachai. I never imagined feeling the way I do for you. It’s something I’ve never felt before.”

“I know the feeling.” His eyes pierced into mine, desperately looking to unearth the secrets I hid. I stared at the hem of the shirt, playing with the fabric. “I just got out of a relationship… the day I met you. I’m not ready to jump into another. It’s not fair to you, and it’s not fair to me.” Now’s the part where he runs.

But he didn’t run. He did the exact opposite. “Rosalie, look at me.” Surprisingly, the command brought me comfort, not dread. I looked at him, feeling his hands encase my face. His wet hair glistened in the morning light, and the soft smile on his face outshined any sun. “I want you. For someone who hasn’t felt anything in decades, this emotion... this unyielding desire to be with you is terrifying. But I can endure it. I will be here for you. I will wait for as long as you need.”

Sighing in gratefulness, I rested my forehead against his, breathing him in. “Thank you.”

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This concludes chapter one of my Kai Parker BDSM Fanfiction. Please feel free to share your thoughts, comments, and constructive criticisms with me! I always welcome them :)

Author’s Notes: I just wrote first person smut from the MALE perspective as a cisgender, heterosexual virgin female. That was an ADVENTURE for me. Also, for those of you who play poker/appreciate the poker scene, that exact scenario happened with my dad and me once. He didn’t talk to me for a good 20 minutes after that loss.

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The black pen swirled aimlessly on an open notebook, following the whims of her pointed finger. Rosalie paid no attention to the professor at the front of the large lecture hall. She watched the pen gleam, one ray of sunlight reflecting off the plastic. She couldn’t see the vivid rainbow of color to be found in that light, but Rosalie imagined it to be awe-inspiring.

She could not see the beauty of the world for she had not found her soulmate. Though Rosalie was jealous of those who had, she also pitied humans. They had no way of knowing if the love of their life was their current spouse or if had been the one that got away. They could always see color, but at what cost? A cost too grand to comprehend. She was also lucky, in a way. Rosalie was born colorblind, so she couldn’t exactly miss something she’d never seen before.

Nevertheless, it was a harmful thing to not have your other half. Life was, quite literally, dull without them. Then again, days of supernatural beings are usually enlivening. Rose supposed she couldn’t complain, especially as a witch with friends who keep getting into one crisis after another. The professor dismissed the class, and her pen stopped spinning. As she gathered her things and moved to leave, her phone buzzed in her hand. Damon was calling. The chilly winter wind greeted her as she left the lecture hall, biting her exposed skin as she answered the call. “Yes, Damon?”

“On a scale of 1 to ‘I will run over to Mystic Falls right now,’ how much do you love me?” She laughed and rolled her eyes, setting her phone down as she started her car. “3, why?”

“See, that’s not how that was supposed to go. You were supposed to say that you love me a whole bunch and then I’d ask you to come back to Mystic Falls.” Shaking her head with a smile on her face, Rose headed to her apartment, making a mental note of what to pack for the weekend before driving home. “I figured. What is it this time?”

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Four hours later, Rosalie found herself pacing around the living room at the Salvatore Boarding House. No matter how many times she tried to wrap her mind around what was happening, it seemed far too messy – even more than their usual standards.

“So, you and Bonnie got stuck in this magical world once the Other Side collapsed. That part I already knew. Now, you’re telling me that the magical world was actually a PRISON for Jo’s evil twin named Kai – who is still 22 and hasn’t aged like he should have because time was frozen there and things weren’t complicated enough already. He betrayed Bonnie to get out himself. Now, he wants to fulfill some creepy magical merge ritual thingy and is after Jo because of it. Am I missing anything?”

Damon blinked impatiently, waiting for her tirade to end. “You missed that he’s a sociopath, but yeah, that about covers it. YOU are here because our resident witch is still stuck in the prison world and Jo needs someone to help her get strong enough to defeat him.”

Her eyes narrowed. Rose didn’t exactly enjoy it when the Mystic Falls gang tore her from her life to ask for her help, but she also didn’t like being their last resort. It was an insult to her powers and capabilities. “Fine. We’ve got our work cut out for us here.”

While Rose acquainted herself with Jo, Elena woke just a few miles away. She was nearly insentient, but she could hear Kai’s voice blather on about how newer restaurant kitchens ruined the creative process of cooking. “Why am I here?”

“Uh, well, I spent 18 years in abandoned restaurants, and now I’m showing off the fruits of my labor.” He sliced his fried egg, eating it without a care in the world. His eyes glinted under the low lighting. “I don’t mean the Mystic Grill.”

“Oh, you mean like here here. In Mystic Falls? Sorry, I’m nervous. You’re like really pretty.” Internally, Kai sized up Damon’s soulmate. Elena was pretty, sure, but from what he’d observed so far, she wasn’t anything special. Not to him, anyway. “Why am I here, Kai?” The irritation in her voice amused him greatly. Both soulmates tended to incorrectly conclude they had the upper hand.

“Well, I took the spell that was keeping supernaturals out of Mystic Falls and I like… absorbed it? Like ate it, I guess.” Echoing his own point, Kai took another bite and chewed thoughtfully. “Pretty cool, huh? I eat magic and then eventually lose it, but I mean, a huge spell like that? Magic is oozing out of me. It’s all over the place.”

Elena barely hid her eye roll. The vervain-soaked ropes dug into her wrists, scarring her momentarily. His rants were annoying, and she had no patience for them. Then, Kai gloated about how he attempted to kill the manager and failed on his first two tries. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I just told you, I have too much magic. If my gushing fountains of magic kill Jo, then I’m not going to have a twin for the merge. So, Elena, that is why you are here. I need to get my magic in control by practicing with you. Or rather, by practicing on you.”

After a few failed spells, Kai dragged an unconscious Elena to Mystic Falls High. The chains he secured to the ceiling clinked as he bound her to them. It was great she would heal quickly; it would make his work a lot easier.

We’re in my high school?” Kai was intrigued with a case full of trophies and pictures when Elena woke again. “Mm, plenty of restrooms, no flammable surfaces, and everyone’s gone for winter break. It’s no wonder America got dumb when I was locked up. People are never in school.”

He kneeled down some, his attention grabbed by one particular photo. “Aww, is that you? And there’s Bonnie!” His eyes locked on the girl to the left of vampire Barbie, lingering for a moment. Kai snapped out of it quickly, looking back to Elena. “Now, can I try turning your blood into acid again?”

Back in the Salvatore House, Rosalie was exhausted. She glanced to the side, watching Jo fail again. When Damon came back from God-knows-where, Jo dropped the book she couldn’t levitate for more than twenty seconds. “That doesn’t count! I was distracted.”

Sighing internally, Rose was about to motivate Jo into trying again when Damon’s phone rang. “Magic camp. How may I help you?” His face paled, and though she couldn’t hear the words, Rosalie detected severe panic on the other end. “Whoa, Elena.” The call ended quickly. “Kai has Elena at the high school. Let’s go.”

Jo made a move to follow, but Rosalie made her sit down. “Jo, you can’t levitate a book right now. Do you really think you’re going to be able to cloak four people at once? You stay here.” Damon and Rosalie shared a look and promptly rushed out the door.

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“Oh, he’s here alright. I can hear Kai yammering.” Rosalie sighed, looking around the nostalgic hallway. “What’s he saying?” They stepped past her old locker, and Rose touched the number plate for a moment. Life was a lot easier then. Everything changed when Stefan and Damon Salvatore came to Mystic Falls. Of course, Rose was the first to recognize them for what they were. She had known about her powers since she was born.

“He’s saying, ‘It sucks that you don’t have vamp-hearing.’” Rosalie gave Damon a withering stare. “I drove four hours to come help you today, Damon. A little respect would be nice.” Raising his hands in apology, Damon snuck into the cafeteria, finding Elena. Taking one quick glance around the hallway, Rosalie brought Elena under the umbrella of the cloaking spell. Thankfully, they hadn’t run into Kai yet, and Rose was praying they’d get out before he showed up.

“Wait, wait. I can’t leave. Kai melted off my daylight ring.” Sharply pinching the bridge of her nose, Rosalie vented her exasperation. Nothing was going right today. Now, not only would Rose be cloaking three people, but she’d also be attempting a complex spell under that cloak. “Come on. I’ll make you one. Do you have any other jewelry on you?” Thankfully, Elena was wearing the bracelet Damon gifted her.

“Perfect, okay.” They rushed away from the cafeteria and snuck into Alaric’s old classroom. Rosalie ignored Damon and Elena who were far too wrapped up in each other, focusing instead on keeping them hidden and enchanting the bracelet. Damon was impatient, urging her to hurry. “I’m working as fast as I can, Damon! Don’t… push it…”

The words got caught in her throat. Though the bracelet was now enchanted, too much of her magic had been used in too short a time. Her knees buckled below her, and Rose braced herself against a desk. “The bracelet’s… done. Get out of here, both of you.” Elena moved to her side, helping her stand. “No. We’re not going to leave you here. We’re all getting out together.”

The three of them pushed forward, and Rosalie used every ounce of her remaining strength to keep them invisible. Damon led them, though he glanced back at Rosalie every few seconds. “Rosalie… your nose is bleeding. Why are you bleeding?” He knew the answer to that, of course, but he was far too worried to stop the rhetorical question from slipping past his lips.

“I can answer that. Magic is hard, isn’t it?” Rosalie’s heart sank. She failed to keep them safe. A million what-ifs swam through her mind. What if she temporarily let down the cloak while doing the spell for Elena? What if she stayed at the Salvatore House? What if she stayed in her cozy apartment on campus and never came back to Mystic Falls at all?

It took just one moment for all those questions to disappear. Rosalie turned around to face the new villain they had to overcome, and everything vanished. She was no longer in pain. Colors unimaginable, visions she’d never seen before, flooded around them. The first one she saw – the most beautiful of all – was the one contained in his irises. She had no word for it, for she had never seen anything like it before.

Beyond the overwhelming sight, Rose couldn’t feel truly happy. She had waited to find her soulmate eagerly, imagining what the encounter would be like. Never in her wildest dreams could she have thought her soulmate would kidnap and torture one of her best friends. Never did she think her soulmate would be capable of murder. Too many emotions swarmed within her. The one most prominent was not joy – it was desolation.

Just ten feet away, Kai enjoyed the rush of color back into his life. His heartbeat thudded faster, and he took in the sight in front of him. He finally saw the dark blue trim on the ground, the red poster on the bulletin board – colors he hadn’t seen in 18 years. The source of all this was the woman standing in front of him. He had seen her before just that day, encased in a picture frame. Now, Kai understood why he’d been taken with the stranger even then. He wiggled his fingers in greeting, smirking mostly to himself.

“Well, hi there.” She didn’t answer him, and Kai didn’t expect her to. Judging that she accompanied Damon, she must know all about who he was and what he’d done. Kai could only hope – hope? He was feeling hope? – she would listen to his side of the story. He was afraid, too - afraid of her rejection and even more afraid of all these newfound feelings. Kai was feeling too much for the first time in nearly two decades. He wanted it to stop, and he wanted it to stop now.

Damon and Elena watched the interaction in shocked silence. Damon, in particular, was incensed. “Really? Him?” Rosalie’s mind echoed the sentiment, but her heart panged painfully. Straightening up, Rose wiped the blood away from her upper lip. “He wouldn’t have been my first choice either.”

Kai’s teeth gritted together. Just as he had begun wanting her approval, the door leading to her slammed in his face. He took his emotion by the throat and tossed it back into the recesses of his mind. It would creep back eventually, but right then, it would only be a hindrance. His countenance smoothed. Kai approached them with renewed confidence, speaking directly to Damon. “I’ll offer you a deal.

“Leave her here and take Elena with you. I think that’s a rather fair offer – a soulmate for a soulmate.”

~~~ That concludes Chapter 1. Please feel free to share your thoughts, comments, and constructive criticisms with me! I always welcome them :)

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Warnings (cont.): light bondage, unprotected sex (be safe, friends!) Dom!Kai, daddy kink, and fingering

The story begins below :) Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it!

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Rosalie's POV:

My fingers glided against the plastic keyboard, glad to be closing the sale of my Manhattan Brownstone. I wouldn’t be returning there anymore. I had no reason to. My gaze drifted to Kai who was sound asleep on our couch. One ray of afternoon sun landed on his face, making his ethereal skin glow. I closed the curtain with my magic very slowly, watching the sunlight get dimmer and dimmer until it disappeared.

It had been three weeks since I’d met Kai and three weeks since I’d been living with him. We weren’t together. Not exactly. True to his word, he hadn’t asked to be with me since that first morning. Beyond a kiss on the cheek or a half-snuggle on the couch, Malachai didn’t touch me. After lying beside him at night, I’d find him wrapped around me in the morning, holding me to his chest. I couldn’t bring myself to complain about it.

I missed him, even when he was right in front of me. I just couldn’t go there again. I was too broken to love him the way he should be loved, and Kai had pain to last a lifetime already. I would not add myself to the list of people who destroy him. Pulling the Afghan blanket I stole from Damon and never returned to cover his chest, I rested my hand on Kai’s hair, smoothing it back just once. Muttering a spell under my breath, I watched as his body sank into the upholstery. If his guilt wasn’t keeping him up at night, it was horrid nightmares. This was the only thing I could do to help – to calm his broken heart – and it was killing me.

After taking in one more tender eyeful, I grabbed my wallet and phone. Our faces gleamed up at me, along with the time: 2:43 P.M. He’d be waking soon, and I wanted to grab us both some coffee before we settled into whatever activity he had in mind for the afternoon. The trip to Bread and Butter Bakery was a short one, just long enough for me to remember my first time there.

“Oh, this place is new!” Damon snickered. “Not quite. This place has been here for around 12 years, which, coincidently, was the last time you were in Mystic Falls.” Rolling my eyes, I ordered a coffee, black with a tiny splash of half and half. “Had you asked me here sooner, I’d have dropped everything and come back, you know.” His lips pressed upwards in a small smile, and he ruffled my hair. “Damon! Public. Watch it.”

“Rosalie! I don’t care. No!” Our banter seemed to elicit laughs from others in the bakery, making Damon gleam with pride. “Oh, be quiet.” I took a small sip, impressed by the quality of the roast. For a small town, this was exceptional. “Told you the coffee here beats anything you’ll find in the Big Apple.”

“Now, that’s a stretch, but I concur.” The chimes above the door jingled then, and I was taken by the sweet sound until Damon said, “Oh look, it’s your new roommate.” He wasn’t very happy that I was staying with Malachai and not with him – he was more protective of me than he’d admit – but Damon always respected my decisions. We’d been there for each other in very dark times, and he knew my tolerance for anguish better than anyone.

“Ooh, coffee. Their cupcakes are kinda sad though.” Kai joined us without invitation, stealing a sip from my mug. “Hey, get your own.” Smacking his hand away softly, I stole my cup back. “How do you take your coffee by the way?”

Malachai grinned cheekily and dramatically cleared his throat before speaking in a gravelly voice, “As dark and bitter as my soul.” Biting the inside of my cheek, I tagged down a waitress. “Excuse me. If you have a second, please get my friend here a glass of milk.” Damon sputtered mid-sip, choking on his lukewarm beverage and laughter.

The memory was warm, warm enough against the chilly November wind. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I glanced at it. It was Kai, presumably worried about where I headed off to. This boy with abandonment issues needed a note if I left without telling him. “Kai? I’m almost home, just went to grab some coffee.” He was flustered and slightly embarrassed. “Oh… Uhm. Sorry.” I touched my cold cheek, unsurprised at the smile that formed every time I spoke to him. “Aww, missing me already?” I didn’t hear his response.

The phone nearly slipped from my grip. My smile was gone. The coffee cups splattered to the ground, staining the smooth sidewalk. “K-Kai, I’ll see you soon.” Hanging up, I swallowed harshly as he sauntered closer. A leering, conceited smirk formed on his face. “Hello, Rosalie.” The expression sent a chill down my spine in the most unpleasant way imaginable.

“Jason.”

Kai's POV:

Waking from sleep always frightened me. It was idiotic, really. Whenever I found myself alone, my brain began spinning horrid false realities, telling me I was still locked up and alone. My thoughts were telling me Rosalie was just a dream, my freedom was just a dream. The first thing I did was call Rose. Hearing her voice was the only way to convince me I was alive. The sound of her was something no mind could concoct; mine certainly couldn’t.

I was a bit mortified, but she was ever-patient with me. The dial tone was abrupt, but I didn’t think much of it. The shift in her mood was a different matter. I remained lying on the couch, staring at the synthetic stars plastered to the ceiling. Rosalie added them, and though I said nothing, they reminded me of our first night together under the stars; they brought me a great deal of calm.

Then, I heard the clinking of keys against the lock. Forcing myself to not immediately jump up to greet her, I rose slowly, waiting to hear her footsteps come in. I felt something else, too. Anger. Despair. Sheer loathing. It flowed from Rosalie in waves, consuming any happiness in the room.

“Rosalie! What’s wrong?” I sat up immediately, letting her approach me instead of rushing to her side. It took much more control than I was capable of. “Why is he here? Why now?” Her whisper wouldn’t have reached my ears had I not been a vampire. Who was here?

“Who, Rose?” She had gone silent now, stumbling over to the couch and just barely making it. I reflexively caught her then, gripping her woolen sweater tightly. Rose was already crying. They were tears thick with resentment and hidden suffering. Her shoulders shook, her body wracking with torment. Rosalie didn’t hesitate to crawl into my lap. I didn’t mind in the slightest, but I froze for a fraction of a second.

I had never held anyone like this, never had anyone rely on me to absolve their pain. I didn’t know what I should do, so I just did what felt right. One hand splayed across her back, fingers spread to cover as much area as possible and soothe her. The other naturally draped over Rose’s legs folded in my lap, and I hooked it under her thigh to pull her as close as possible. There was no thought as to how this crossed the boundaries of our friendship, no thought of impropriety. I just needed her to know I was here for her; I wouldn’t let go.

Her shoulders rose and fell with hastened breathing coupled with choking sobs. Evidence of Rosalie’s pain seeped into my bare neck. Pressing my cheek to her hair, I listened to her cries. Many thoughts rushed through my mind, each one more violent than the next. I didn’t know who it was, and I didn’t know what they had done, but I swore they would pay. They would pay dearly, no matter the cost to me.

Eventually – I didn’t know if it was a few minutes or hours later – Rosalie calmed. The crying stopped, but I wouldn’t dare let her go, not when she was so vulnerable. Fragile, like pure china. One wrong wind could break the strong exterior Rose fronted. She started to slide away from my lap, and my grip on her tightened before reluctantly releasing her. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Rose. Nothing at all.” In what universe would I be upset with her? She was in deep agony, and I was only upset I couldn’t fix it. Cooling my hands with a spell, I pressed my palms against her hot, throbbing, exhausted eyelids. Tension escaped her muscles. “I… need to share what happened with Jason. The whole story.”

Jason. I hadn’t heard the name in weeks, and I could’ve done with never hearing it again. But I shoved the anger back. This wasn’t the time. I would listen to her every word, knowing his existence was worthless the second he dared to hurt her.

Rosalie's POV:

Taking a deep, shaky breath, I reached for the stale glass of water on the table. Chugging down a good half before beginning, I looked into Kai’s eyes. He was subsuming his anger for my sake, and though I was grateful, I wished he didn’t have to. “I met him in the May of 1972.” Shifting away from him momentarily, I closed my eyes and forced myself to recall the memories I ached to forget.

“I was in a very vulnerable place when he entered my life. I had lost both my adoptive parents – my real parents – in a horrible accident. They loved me much more than the human parents who disowned me. The days were solemn, then. Damon had spent months with me, getting me to turn my humanity back on. Once I was back to my senses, Damon left to chase a lead on freeing Katherine from the tomb.

“I was doing everything I could to keep myself alive, even if it felt like there was no reason to live anymore. The only one in the world who still loved me was Damon, and at the time, I thought he could do better without me.

“I spent the hours of the day hiding in the corner of this café in New York. Jason had been a barista there, and I knew he was a vampire the second his fingers brushed mine. He intrigued me at first. Of all the jobs a vampire could do, why would he choose to be a barista? Soon, I started to look forward to seeing him. He’d take extra care when clearing the area near my table, drew cute flowers in my coffee with foam, and never failed to linger and talk to me.” The memories brought a soft smile to my face. Things had been much easier.

“Jason made me feel seen at a time when I felt most alone, and the feeling drew me to him.” I looked anywhere else but refused to look at Kai. If he were to stop me, I would stop. But I needed the catharsis. If I looked at him, my story would remain locked inside me, never to be heard. “We had been friends for over ten years when he asked me to be with him forever. It was a proposal of sorts, I guess.

“I had no reason to say no, but I wasn’t as elated as I should’ve been. I was happy, I suppose, and I did love Jason. Just not the way I should have. I know that now. Nevertheless, it felt nice to have him – to have someone. Things were fine until a few years ago.” This is where everything had gone wrong. Of course, I had no one to blame but myself. “I… I’d been hiding my magic from him for all that time. I had my reasons, but when I finally told him, Jason pretended to accept me.”

I was right not to share my past with Jason. He had taken enough of my dignity from me. “I had given more of myself to him than I had given to anyone ever before. He had all of me, he just failed to tell me he no longer wanted me. Things were rough between us, so I suggested taking a break. I used that time to travel, and he used that time to find a new girlfriend. When I wanted to pause, he was already checked out. I had failed as a girlfriend, and the only one responsible was me.”

The loss of first love was crushing as if the air had been stolen from my lungs. However, it brought with it a sense of clarity. I had stopped loving him long ago, and the realization brought me peace, not disarray. “The only thing I blame on him is the lie. I lied by omission – I admit that – but he lied directly to my face.

“That night, the night we went to the Falls together, it wasn’t Jason that called. His girlfriend took great pleasure in gloating to me about how he had been seeing her for over nine years and how she was the only one for him. Jason kept me around in case my magic could ever be of use to him.” I half-laughed and cried simultaneously. That’s all he saw me as. A tool. A toy.

Kai's POV:

I listened quietly, absorbing Rosalie’s story. Her every teardrop, every tremble, every crack in her voice was a sledgehammer to my heart. She blamed herself for what that motherfucking bastard did. Once her words had run their course, she excused herself from my presence. I think she was trying to mask the trails of salt on her cheeks, and I heard one choked, muffled sob sing out from behind the bathroom door. “Rose? You don’t have to hide. Please don’t hide.”

I felt utterly useless. I couldn’t help. I couldn’t take her pain and bear it for her. I could only listen, and that felt like nothing. When Rosalie returned, heading to the kitchen instead to put a pot of tea on, the ire fueled up within me again. He betrayed her – her, the most selfless, loving creature I had ever known – and now he brought his fucking face in front of her again. If he came to Mystic Falls, he better have come with a death wish.

I approached Rose slowly, not knowing what to say. Tenderly, I wrapped my arms around her and felt her tense under my touch. “Rosalie, I need you to listen to me. None of this was your fault. You had your reasons for not telling him you are a siphon, and he failed to respect them.” Her puffy, tired eyes met my own, and I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

He had her for over three decades, and he must have been blind to fail to see what I saw in her on my third day with her. “He didn’t value what he had, and that makes him the biggest fucking imbecile I’ve ever heard of. Except for Damon, maybe.” That tugged a small laugh from her, and I smoothed her hair back. Grabbing a mug, I poured some tea for Rose before making her sit on the granite kitchen island. “Now.” My fingertip booped her nose playfully. “Put a smile on that face, because I’m about to make you the best spaghetti you’ve ever eaten.”

Rosalie's POV:

That evening, Kai did everything humanly possible to cheer me up. His efforts melted me to the core. Malachai had so much love to give, it was astounding. I could only imagine the mistreatment he endured, the mistreatment that drove his sanity away for a few years. What horrors were evil enough to steal a light so precious from within him?

Right now, Malachai was bringing me along on his adventure to find the best hot chocolate in all of Mystic Falls. My arm was linked with his, and I was listening intently to his analysis of chocolate beverages in different countries. “Hey, do they still make PDQ chocolate mix? That stuff was my entire childhood. The tolerable part, anyway.” My feet came to a stop. Twenty feet away, Jason stumbled out of the Mystic Grill, intoxicated beyond belief. “Kai, we should g–”

“Rose!” Wincing, I watched Kai’s head snap towards the sound. His bicep clenched under my fingers, and I could see how he strained himself to keep his feet grounded. “Is that… him?” Swallowing nervously, I nodded, “Let’s just leave, please.”

“Where are you going, love? Oh, this the boy-toy you were on the phone with earlier?” God damn it. I didn’t have the chance to tell Kai everything about our encounter earlier, so I prayed he didn’t deduce any incorrect meaning.

Kai's POV:

Something fierce woke within me, something outrageously protective. Moving Rose so that she stood behind me, I towered over Jason. My eyes gave him a silent threat. He was either really brave or really fucking stupid to ignore it. “How long did it take you to jump into bed with him?” Rosalie’s breath caught in her throat at the insult, and yet he didn’t shut up. “Listen, Jason.” I clutched the collar of his leather jacket harshly, having half a mind to behead him right there. For the first time in months, I craved to feel blood on my hands.

“I’m warning you. Shut the fuck up and walk away. Now.” He laughed – the motherfucker actually laughed. “Oooh, I’m so scared. You know, she used to be a really good slut for me. Is Rosalie an obedient little bitch for you, too?”

That was it. I broke both his arms and legs, leaving him wailing on the ground. His scream woke something within me, and I wanted more of it. I wanted him to suffer and cry, torture him until he begged for his death. “Kai! Stop… please.” The momentary distraction made this vermin think he had the upper hand. In his attempt to shove me off, he was the one who ended up with my fingers in his chest, clutching his weakly-beating heart. One move and he’d be gone. “Malachai!”

The mortal fear in his eyes brought me great delight. “If you ever try to speak to her again – try to even look at her again – I will rip your heart out and make you swallow it. Is that in any way misunderstood?” He whimpered in fear, nodding like his life depended on it, and I let him go. Taking Rosalie’s hand, I ran to our apartment, feeling like my every vein could explode. Was she still protecting him? After all he’d done and all he’d said?

Rosalie's POV:

My heart tightened in anguish when I saw Kai’s anger. I never wanted to reduce him to that state again, especially not for my sake. The silence was lead, weighing down on both of us. The second the door closed behind me, Malachai pushed me against it. One hand found the lock; the other protected the back of my head as he slammed a searing kiss against my lips. Every movement spoke of desperate possession.

“You are mine; do you understand me?” His lustful growl echoed, sending tingles over every inch of me. He gripped me tightly, forcing me to jump and wrap my legs around my waist without letting me free. He moved away, and his hand touched my cheek with an unexpectedly soft sensation, very different from his voice just seconds ago. “Answer me, Rose.” There was no reason to be afraid, no reason to hesitate. My arms wrapped around Kai’s neck, fingers playing with the strands of hair at the base. “Yes. I’m yours.” For however long you’ll have me.

I was a flame, and he was kerosene. His hot mouth claimed mine again, his tongue encroaching against my own. The smooth wood of the door moved from under me, weightlessness making my stomach light. Malachai didn’t bother with taking us to the bedroom. I felt the leather of the couch under me, his comforting weight laying on me like a blanket. My legs remained hooked around him, and, unabashedly, Kai tore my top down the center, eager to reach the flesh below. I, too, yearned for him.

I didn’t have a chance to fulfill that yearning, though, for Kai took both of my hands and pinned my wrists above my head before I had the opportunity to feel him. “I will claim you as mine over and over and over again until you can’t do anything but scream my name.” Fuck, that was hot. “If you need me to stop, tell me now. I won’t ask again, baby girl.” As he spoke, his lips ravaged my breasts, wetting the silken velvet hiding my nipples. Why would I want to protest against such absolute pleasure? “Don’t you dare stop.” Before I realized it, Kai had carried me into our bedroom, throwing me onto the bed with such speed the bed itself shifted to hit the wall.

“That sounded like quite the order, and the only one giving commands tonight will be me, got that?” His hand clutched my face sharply, not causing me any pain but enticing me just enough to earn a moan in response. “Yes…”

“Yes, what?” If I were to submit to him tonight, he’d have me forever. If he were to ever leave me, it would break me beyond imagining. We had flirted about this before, but this was a point of no return.

No. The point of no return had long since passed. I had belonged to him since the first moment his eyes took mine. I just hadn’t known it until now. “Yes, Daddy.” His snarl of approval was muffled as he ripped his shirt from his body, using it to confine my hands and restrain them to the headboard. “Good girl.”

Then, he looked down on me from above, the blue eyes I love ablaze with passion and wont. “If I go too far, tell me right away. I’m not going to ever hurt you, please know that.” I did know that. Every fiber of my being understood. Momentarily forgetting about my imprisoned wrists, I ached to touch him. He fulfilled that wish without a word and a tender kiss. “I know, Kai. I trust you.”

He took his time that night. His lips seldom left my skin. They first left a mark above my breast, and my mewls of enjoyment egged him on to grasp more of my body. Without warning – I hadn’t even noticed when he made my panties vanish – Kai plunged two of his fingers inside me, curling them upwards. “Look at that… Aren’t you a naughty girl? So wet already.”

My nails dug into my palms with nowhere else to go. “Daddy…” He hummed in response, not halting his masterful tongue as it flicked against a hardened nipple. “Please…”

“Please what, baby girl? I’m gonna need you to be more specific.” Toying with me purposely, he slowed his fingers down, forcing me to beg for more. “More… Please.” Kai chuckled in the heavy dark, sucking on the bud lacking attention. “Not very specific at all, but I’ll let it slide this time.” Then, he gave me what I wanted. His fingers pounded into me eagerly, driving me wild. I lost count of how many orgasms he tore out of me until he’d had his fill of watching me writhe for the night.

Just as his fingers earlier, he slammed into me harshly. Neither of us remembered to put a silencing spell on our apartment, and I was certain my scream rang out into the street below. Kai’s lips covered mine, swallowing the rest of my shrieks of pleasure. His hard length breached every defense, claiming me over and over, just as he promised.

The bed – and my wrists – thrashed under the wild lovemaking. The rapture devouring my senses made my toes curl, and when his sea flooded inside me, I exploded like never before. My mind went numb, having no way to process the outstanding, nearly excruciating bliss.

He, too, was silent and spent. Gingerly untying my hands, Kai soothed the raw wrists with loving kisses. Then, he wasted no time in scooping me into him. Neither of us spoke for a while, and when we did, it was in perfect unison. “That was… amazing.”

Kai's POV:

Though wonderful, tonight was sparked due to my severe envy. “Why did you stop me from hurting, Ja– hurting him?” I wasn’t going to ever utter his name again. “Were you… protecting him?” Rosalie almost giggled, and my eyes narrowed. Nothing about this was funny.

“Oh, Kai, I wasn’t protecting him. I was protecting you.” The jealousy came to a staggering end. “You’ve come so far from darkness and violence, love. I don’t care about saving his life; I care about saving yours. I don’t think you’d be able to forgive yourself for another…” Another murder. She was right, of course, though for him, I could’ve made an exception.

I had been shunned my whole life for something I couldn’t control. Here was a woman who willingly offered herself to me. She didn’t run, nor did she reject me once. She protected me from falling to darkness again, and I would be indebted to her as long as I lived. “Thank you, baby girl. Thank you for saving me.” My Rose just lay silently on my chest, slowly drifting off to sleep. I wasn’t sure if she had heard my gratitude, but I would show it every day.

Long into the night, I continued to lay awake, committing this moment to memory. None of it had been meaningless. The agonizing childhood, the unbearable years in the Prison World, the loss of my family… none of it. Everything had led me to her, and all the horrors in my past suddenly seemed inconsequential compared to the happiness that awaited us.

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This concludes Chapter 2 of my Kai Parker BDSM Fanfiction! Thank you for reading :) Please feel free to leave me any thoughts/comments/constructive criticisms you have.

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