Title: The Enemy of My EnemySequel to: Tinseltown Rumor MillUniverse: Chloe & The Brothers SeriesRating: MPairings: MANY. Damn. Uhm. Main? Chlalvatore and Schlean; Lois/John; Lois/AlaricDisclaimer: Don't ownSummary: The whole world now knows about vampires, and most of it has been compelled by Klaus, via the "coming out" broadcast. With the Salvatores and the Winchesters unable to see eye to eye on anything, Lois learning the way of the vampire hunter, and someone from the past returning to 'help', things are about to become crazy. And, of course, E!News is happily covering it all.
"Now this is doubly-delicious and exciting news for all of you lovers of things that go bump in the night!" Giuliana Rancic announced to the cameras filming her at the E!News set. "This pic was sent to us from one of our viewers, MollyChavez, and it shows a very interesting group of people out having coffee together."
"I'm excited, Giuliana," Jason Kennedy grinned broadly as behind them a large picture appeared on the screen. "What could Dean Winchester, Chloe Sullivan, the man we know as Stefan Salvatore, and the Vampire King be discussing over a cup of coffee?" His grin went broader. "Maybe there's a new show in the horizon?"
"New show?" Giuliana shook her head. "How about new ship?" She fanned herself. "Am I the only one who thinks that this might be Chloe's newest scandalously sinful relationship? One Winchester, one Salvatore, and the Vampire King himself. Va-Va-Voom." She let out a cheeky little grin. "We need to christen that ship! What do we call it? Ummm…" she tapped a finger to her glossed lips. "Chleanfanus?"
"That sounds mildly dirty." Jason couldn't stop himself, lips twitching, before he cleared his throat and gave it a try. "Nichlostean?"
Giuliana pouted. "That's not that bad. You've done this before, haven't you?"
"Well, I've always wanted to coin a ship name. It's number 26 on my bucket list," Jason joked before turning his attention to the cameras. "What do you think? Is Nichlostean the new ship setting sail or does Schlean or Chlalvatore or even Schleanvatore still have a chance? Or maybe you think, like our cameraman Tom does, that Chloe needs to dump all of them and instead start afresh with Elijah and Finn Mikaelson while her cousin, the ever lovely Lois Lane, needs to date Kol." He chuckled. "Tweet us your answers #ChloeShipping."
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Sam and Dean had gone back to their apartment, Dean wanting to talk to his brother about what he'd learnt about their mother in the refuge of the apartment they shared.
Damon wasn't home yet.
Lois had told Chloe about The General's call and was now inside with Alaric and Stefan, talking, probably stressing and trying to get her mind off of the fact that she was going to be seeing her father again, and soon.
Chloe had gone off to the small, isolated garden, needing some time alone to get her wits together. She'd typed and emailed her article for Perry to look over, and had then called to let him know that she'd sent it, and to also get confirmation on what Klaus had said. It was true. It was all horribly true. Not only did she have that nightmarish Fashion Police thing to look forwards to, but she was going to have a whole new season of Supernatural Diaries in her future. Not only was the thought of the constant cameras, the blood as people got hurt (and her problem with bloodlust) as well as keeping her vampiric nature a secret tormenting her, but Chloe was going to miss Stefan and Damon like hell during the months of filming! Not to even mention the fact that when Damon found out he was going to blow a gasket and probably leave town and not talk to her for a hundred years or so. He was already pissed, and rightfully so, for how she'd treated him at the coffee shop but she'd known that if she hadn't pissed him off like that he wouldn't have left and Klaus could've killed him. And she preferred the thought of Damon out there not talking to her for a couple of centuries than the mere idea of him dead, permanently.
"Don't ever take that asshole's side against me ever again."
Chloe jerked and pushed up off of the ground she was lying on to instead sit up as she turned to see Damon in the shadows. "I needed to piss you off so you'd leave, Damon. We don't know if he can be killed, but we know you can. And even if he could killed, you know what Sage told Alaric-we might be killing ourselves by killing him. We don't know where our bloodline comes from. So all in all I thought it was the best idea to-."
He moved so rapidly she didn't see coming until she was pinned to the ground, with Damon straddling her hips and pushing her shoulders into the grass, the vampire snarling into her face. "I said don'tdo it again."
She glared up at him. "I'm sorry I hurt you, Damon, but I'm not going to say I won't because I'll do whatever I have to do to keep you and everyone else I love safe." And then she froze, her eyes widening as she realized what she'd said. This was Damon, the vampire who probably didn't even believe in love anymore after what Katherine had done to him (not that Chloe blamed him, really) and Chloe and the Salvatore brothers had never thrown the L word around so carelessly like this. Even if she'd meant a different sort of love she would have still tried to use a different word because of the awkwardness associated with it when used-. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She was seriously getting nervous as she stared up into Damon's face, realizing that he was just staring at her so intensely. "Don't look at me like that! You're making me feel weird!"
"Really? Weird how?" He smirked down at her as he pressed his lower body against hers in a surprising move. "Because I'm pissed off right now and you know how that makes me feel? Horny." He swooped down and kissed her, balancing his weight on his elbows as his lips battled hers angrily and his hips thrusted against her.
Chloe whimpered as she reached up to spear her fingers through his hair, meeting his thrusts for her own as she kissed him deeply. He might be pissed but she was miserable, and she'd found that most intense emotions made her horny. Then again, Damon was usually there to assuage those emotions with sex, so maybe he'd conditioned her to be this way without her realizing it. "You're always pissed off… And horny."
He chuckled darkly against her lips as he pulled away enough to look at her. "What were you thinking about when I came here?"
Chloe blinked as she looked up at him. "You want to talk? Right now?"
He eyed her thoughtfully. "I can't get the expression on your face out of my mind."
Chloe licked her lips as she reached for Damon, not wanting to talk about this now, not when she knew what his reaction would be and how it would mess up how nicely things were going. "Not now. After."
"You're trying to distract me with sex." Damon pulled away and pushed her down to the grass with his hand on her chest. "That's my tactic. Talk."
Chloe stared up at him and resigned herself to no sex (probably for a couple of centuries) with him as she sighed. "I talked to my boss and found out that Season Two of Supernatural Diaries is going to go ahead and be filmed like it was planned before I left." She licked her lips. "I know you don't appreciate what that means, and that you think it's just some crappy reality television show, but it means I'll have cameras in my face 24/7 and I'll be in situations that will test my very fragile control over my bloodlust, and I'm worried."
Damon was silent as he stared down at her.
The lack of an explosion encouraged her. "And I was thinking that I was going to miss you and Stefan like hell."
Damon narrowed his eyes at her, a dark and disturbed expression on his face. "Why would you miss us?"
Chloe blinked as she stared up at him. "I just told you. Season Two."
Damon seemed to be waiting for her to add something else.
Chloe blinked once more, confusion growing. "I'd have to travel across the States for a couple of months to film it." She licked her lips. "I mean, I'll call you guys but-."
He snorted in dark amusement. "That's cute."
"What is?" She continued to blink as she eyed the shadows playing on his face.
"The fact that you think I'm going to let you traipse across America with just Beevis and Butthead." Damon sneered in derision. "You can call Stefan. Me on the other hand? Well…" he stared down at her. "If you're not going to ask someone to Compel you out of this situation, then I'll just have to go along with you and make sure you don't get yourself killed-or lose control and accidentally kill your cousin either."
The blonde couldn't believe what she was hearing. "But the cameras-."
"Yeah, I know."
"You don't." Chloe shook her head. "I'm trying to figure out how I'll feed, or do anything, without the fact that I'm a vampire coming to light. I can't put you through that! At the first fight or mishap you'll use your vampiric abilities on camera and out yourself to the whole world!"
"I have a little more subtlety than that."
"No, you don't."
He paused and thought it over. "You're right, I really don't, but I can Compel the cameramen to erase or edit out anything I don't want them filming, and to forget it themselves." He smirked. "Considering your ability only works with those on Vervain, you're going to need someone whose Compulsion works normally."
Chloe stared up at Damon, floored and touched and…
His eyes widened in horror. "Why are you crying?"
"I'm not crying," she denied as she reached up and rubbed the heel of her palms against her moist eyes. "There's something in my eye."
Damon stared down at her in that intense way that made her so hyperaware. "You really were gonna miss me."
"Of course I was!" She hiccuped and continued to rub at her eyes because she was still 'had something in them'.
Damon reached down and bunched up the skirt of her dress before hooking his thumb around her underwear, giving a harsh yank, tearing the material off of her.
Chloe gasped as she arched at the sensation, eyes opening as she pulled her hands from her eyes to stare up at him.
"I'm definitely coming." Pocketing her underwear, Damon gave her a smirk as he reached between them undo his zipper and free himself from his boxers. "Gotta build a fanbase that rivals the Idiot Twins' somehow, don't I?"
Chloe frowned before she pushed him off of her and rolled onto her feet, settling her dress firmly back around her hips. "This isn't a game or a competition, Damon." She shook her head and started to walk away when suddenly she was shoved into a tree from behind, Damon pinning her against it with his own body. His hands were on her hips, already bunching up her dress once more, his hard-on pressed against the cleft of her ass, and his fangs deep in her neck.
Damon rubbed his cock against her teasingly as he drank from her blood.
The blonde whimpered as she rested her cheek against the bark, her fingers clutching at the tree as she felt herself grow wet embarrassingly fast in desire. "Since when are you such a damned cocktease?"
He chuckled into her shoulder before finally his fangs slid free and he pressed only the tip of his cock against the entrance of her wet heat, his hands on her hips and the weight of his body keeping her completely pinned to the tree as he breathed against her neck. "Since when do you sound like me?"
She was the one who chuckled this time, her only response to reach back rapidly and grab Damon's hands and yank them off her hips and instead around her waist as she pushed up onto her tip toes and tilted her hips back into his and impaled herself onto his cock.
A hiss escaped Damon's lips and he rested his forehead against the back of Chloe's head as he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head on the bark of the tree. His hips moved on their own, thrusting deeper inside of her until he was completely buried inside of her warmth, home. "Fucking hell, Chloe."
"It's been too long," she agreed as she twisted her hips, the bark harsh on her skin and yet a welcome, grounding feeling as she closed her eyes, a groan escaping her parted lips at the feeling of him moving inside of her.
With everything that'd happened, things with her and Damon had seemed to be going from one argument to another, and she'd been sure that with the Katherine issues, the Klaus fight, and now Season Two, Damon was going to take off just like she'd always known he'd eventually do. And yet he was sticking around, and while Chloe had known that she'd miss Damon like hell whenever he chose to finally follow his nomadic lifestyle she hadn't realized just how much she cared about the vampire until he'd told her he was going to tag along for Season Two. The relief that'd filled her at the realization that she wasn't going to have to say good bye just yet-it'd made her scared, it was why she'd tried pushing away for a split second, but she should've known better, she did know better, and it was why they were here right now, and she couldn't keep committing the same mistakes over and over again damn it!
Damon thrust upwards into her like a jackhammer, his upper body molded against hers.
She'd be bruised come morning but she didn't care, it wasn't anything some blood wouldn't cure, and maybe she wouldn't drink any for a while just to enjoy his marks all over her body for as long as she could.
"What were you thinking?" He breathed into her ear as he continued to ram his cock as deep inside her as possible, pushing her harder and harder against the tree with each thrust. "You clenched so tightly around my cock."
"Wouldn't you like to know."
In a blink of an eye they were back on the grass, Chloe laying on her back, Damon smirking at her quite evilly from his position between her bent knees. "As a matter of fact, I would."
The second his mouth made contact with her, Chloe threw her head back and cried out, her hands clutching at the blades of grass around her as spikes of pleasure raced up her body like currents of electricity. Damon had a dirty mouth and a wicked tongue, and when he put them to good use they could render her speechless, unable of thought, the blonde solely capable of uttering his name, whimpering while she held onto whatever she could, and begging.
He tasted her, seeming to make up for all the time they hadn't been together, the vampire parting her thighs further and opening her more to his exploration. Damon swiped his head to the side and buried his fangs into her innermost thigh, bringing blood to the surface, drinking freely before he returned his attentions to her numb, sucking on that hardened, sensitive pebble and making her see stars.
"Damon!" Chloe arched off of the grass, lights exploding in her mind, the pleasure increasing and leaving her desperate.
His only response was to slide two fingers deep inside of her slick passage while still tormenting her clit, the pleasure near torturous as he curled the fingers inside of her and began to pump them rapidly, knuckle-deep.
Her body twitched with uncontrollable shivers of pleasure that were almost painful, Chloe's grip on the grass tearing the blades from the ground as she arched her back, shocks of pleasure racing rapidly to her core, coiling tightly. Each lap of Damon's tongue, each thrust of his fingers, each torturous suck on her clit, brought her closer and closer, her body jerking viciously, so close, until he stopped all his ministrations. "Damon please!"
He was already climbing up her body, his palms on the ground on each side of her head, his blues staring down into her greens and eating up her desperation with sadistic pleasure as he rubbed his cock against her entrance. "Please what?"
Her whole body was quivering, her skin paling, her veins appearing as her eyes went bloody in her annoyance at him, in her desperation. "If you don't shove your cock in me I swear to god I'll rip it off and-!"
With a laugh, Damon rammed himself hilt-deep inside of her, the vampire groaning as he closed his eyes. "I love it when you threaten me."
Chloe didn't answer, couldn't think, lost in the toe-curling sensations as her body thrummed, a loud humming in her ears as she reached out and grabbed Damon's shirt, pulling him down closer to her as she kissed him deeper and rocked her hips up to meet Damon's. She was so close, so incredibly close!
Damon twisted his hips and hit something inside of her that had Chloe tearing the material of his shirt as she cried into his mouth, the pleasure exploding inside of her as she lost all control of her body as it writhed in unimaginable pleasure. He fucked her through her orgasm, through the intense sensitivity, and when Chloe was able to think again, to concentrate on anything other than the blinding pleasure and the incredible oneness, amazing warmth, she found herself sitting astride Damon's lap as he continued to fuck up into her.
Chloe pressed kisses down Damon's jaw, alternating from mere kisses to nibbles and back, loving the taste of his skin beneath her tongue. Every time her teeth scraped his skin he pushed deeper up into her, and as she kissed her way down his neck she buried her fangs deep, drinking his blood.
His thrusts became more urgent as he tilted his head to give her better access as she lapped at his blood. "So good." He grabbed her hips and raised her up and down his cock rapidly, almost viciously, the tip of his cock touching something deep inside of her that had her grabbing onto his shoulders and arching her back. "If I could go back in time knowing what I do now, I would've sired you instead of Stefan, and I would've done things differently. Things would be different."
The comment confused her but she really didn't have time to ask him what he was talking about because she could already feel herself nearly another orgasm, the blonde moving her hips desperately, trying to push herself faster towards the edge. "Wouldn't want to be-anywhere else but-right here-right now-with you."
He buried his face in her neck and pressed a kiss. "I know that sound… you're close again." He smiled against her skin. "Your body's so easy to ready."
She'd be insulted if it wasn't for the fact that his ability to read her so easily meant she was always weak with pleasure. "Cum with me this time." She clenched around him tightly on purpose and then cried out when it sent shocks of pleasure throughout her own body. "I need it Damon, I need your cum inside of me."
He groaned and hurried his thrusts up into her.
Chloe gasped, pleasure leaving her breathless as she barely managed hold onto his shoulders and whisper into his ear. "I need you to fuck me harder and cum deep inside."
Damon cursed as his thrusts grew so hard she knew she'd feel it much later, would be so sore she'd need to drink blood to be able to walk straight.
Chloe nibbled on the shell of Damon's ear. "I'm so close, Damon."
Damon's only answer was to reach between them and pinch her clit.
The blonde threw her head back and cried out as the pleasure washed over her even more intensely than the first time she'd climaxed. "Damon!"
Pressing kisses against her chest, Damon groaned as he thrust desperately up into her before burying himself to the hilt and cumming within her, filling her completely.
Breathing hard, dizzy, Chloe rode through her high before collapsing against him with a kiss to Damon's temple.
Damon caressed her back as he kissed her shoulder. "I can't believe I didn't get you naked."
She snorted in laughter and gave a little buck on his still hardened cock. "Is that a complaint I hear, mister?"
"You bet your pert little ass with its cute birthmark it is." Damon's hands lowered to her ass and began to knead her cheeks. "I happen to like you naked."
"You're not too bad without your clothes either." She smiled and pressed another kiss to his temple, a small groan escaping her lips as Damon began to manipulate her on his cock. "Here's your chance for us both to get naked."
He grinned and lowered her down to the grass, pulling off his shirt and working on the belt of his unzipped pants.
Chloe smirked up at him and sat up, pulling her dress up over her head.
There was a lot of upheaval in their future, but for right now, Chloe was just relieved that Damon wasn't going to skip town and had decided to stick around for a little longer.
It might be selfish of her, but she planned on enjoying what she had, and not running away any longer.
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"@LuisaCarmenBieber says: #Schlean is the only pairing that matters. #Schlean4Life! #ChloeShipping." Giuliana Rancic read the tweets as they appeared on the screen behind her. "But @KlarissaHaris disagrees with a: #Chlalvatore is what's really going on people. Get over #Schlean. #ChloeShipping." Giuliana then smirked as she read the next one. "And @ReginaReid says: Oh come on! He got her a dress and bling! #OnlyRealOption #TeamKlaus #Chlaus #ChloeShipping."
"Sounds like things are getting heated in the shipping realm." Jason smirked as he cleared his throat to read the next tweet. "@GiannaRoss says: #ChloeShipping #Schleanvatore." He blinked. "A girl of few words and yet has gotten her message across quite clearly."
"And she's not the only one going for that hashtag Jason," Giuliana informed him. "@MarjorieIsAMinx says: Why pick? #Schleanvatore. #ChloeShipping." She waited for the next tweet to appear. "@AbbyDoesntDateDorks says: #Schleanvatore! (blame it on the fanfiction) #ChloeShipping." Giuliana licked her lips. "@JessieBaby says: I'm a usually a staunch #Schlean shipper, but I'm open to #Schleanvatore. #ChloeShipping."
Jason tilted his head to the side. "@MadisonRoxUrSox says: #Chlalvatore & Slean #ChloeShipping #LoisShipping." He made a face. "She has gotten some seriously negative responses for that comment, poor girl. Apparently not many people are backing the idea of Lois with Sam and Dean."
His co-host nodded. "She probably would've gotten a better response if she'd just mentioned Lean. People like Lois with Dean more than the idea of them having a threesome with Sam."
"There's more of a brother and sister thing between those two, it'd be weird." Jason agreed before he read the last twitter message to appear on the screen. "Last, but not least, @YellowEyedHoney says: Don't care as long as she's happy. #Schlean #Chlalvatore #Chlaus #Schleanvatore #ChloeAnyone #ChloeShipping."
"I liked that one, I think YellowEyedHoney has it spot on the money, Jason." Giuliana smiled. "As long as she's happy… But still, we can all hope, can't we?"
"And keep a close eye on any new developments," Jason agreed, eyes on the camera. "And, of course, report everything to our friends at home the second we find out!"