SNL vs. Stavros
Rated NC-17

Set up: When Stavros took Stefan to his "bedazzling boudoir," he left him there to ponder his fate. When Laura showed up in the underground maze, Stavros had guards take her to the room as well. And all the while, he watched them from the other side of the mirror (Was there a mirror in the room? I don’t know. For the purposes of this story - YES THERE WAS :).

Rated NC-17 for sexual situations, raw language, fetishism, bestiality, and a randomly placed dwarf or two.

PSYCH!!! What is this, Howard Stern? You know there’s just gonna be some (kinda kinky) SNL SEXXXXXX!

And on to the story…

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Two burly guards opened the door and shoved Laura inside, quickly closing and locking the door behind them. "Come back here," she banged unceremoniously on the door, kicking it with her feet. "Let me out of here, you thick-necked goons!"

"Laura."

She spun around, shocked to find the room occupied. "Stefan?" She raced to him, throwing her arms around him. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question." He hugged her tightly, burying his nose in her fragrant tresses. "Did I not tell you to let me handle this?"

"I gave you two days. I thought it was time to ride in on my white horse and save you." She leaned back, smiling. "How am I doing so far?"

Stefan pulled back, gazing around the room with a glint in his eye. "No comment."

"Are you okay, really?" She reached up to cup his cheek with her hand.

"Much better now that I am no longer tied to a chair." At her look of shock, he held up his hands and moved away. "Don’t ask." Stefan moved to the door and felt around it. As he had expected, it was sealed just as tightly as before. His fist struck the metal with great force. "Damn you, Stavros."

Laura had taken a moment and examined the room within which they were quarantined. "What is this place?"

"You don’t recognize it?" Stefan asked softly, crossing his arms and leaning back against the door.

"It looks like…Oh, God, it is. The bedroom on the island." Her eyes widened with memories – unpleasant memories. "Why is this here?"

"Laura, you know why." Stefan told her, shoving off from the door and moving to stand beside her. "But I plan to do everything I can to stop him from accomplishing his intent."

She nodded slightly, her eyes shadowed with recollections of the past. "So do I. I—I can’t go through that again."

"You won’t. That I promise you." He smiled at her reassuringly, noticing as her eyes narrowed on the full-length mirror across the room. "What is it?"

"That mirror. The way the light just hit it." She walked to it slowly, her hand reaching out and trailing a streak across the clean surface. "This is a two-way mirror."

"How can you tell?"

"I’ve seen my share of police interrogation rooms over the years." Her lips curled with disgust. "Are you in there, you sick f*ck? Watching us?" Her fists beat against the reflective surface. "You spineless bastard, fight us face to face."

"Laura, Laura." Stefan’s hands covered hers on the glass, moving up her arms and bringing them to her sides. He hugged her tightly from behind and stated emphatically, "Be calm. Rationality and level-headedness will beat Stavros every time. He’s too erratic and governed by his narcissistic emotions. We will defeat him, I promise."

"Is that so, my dear brother?" Stavros asked from his seat just opposite Stefan and Laura, his lips parted in a grotesque grin. Their comments could easily be heard in the observation room due to the sophisticated sound system with which the boudoir was equipped. He was also close enough to touch them had the mirror not been blocking his way. "We shall see."

Laura turned in Stefan’s arms, burying her face in his chest. His hands stroked her hair and back soothingly. "You’re right. We will defeat him." She breathed in deeply and glanced up, her eyes meeting his and sparkling with something akin to…deviltry?

"You know," she said, running her hands up his well-muscled chest to rest on his shoulders. "This bridal suite from hell doesn’t bring back only bad memories for me."

Stefan’s eyes narrowed for a moment, then he almost grinned as he realized that she was goading Stavros with recollections that would drive him insane. "Is that so?"

"Do I have to jog your memory?" She asked, her arms encircling his neck as his rested loosely around her waist. "You know what I’m talking about."

"No, I think I need for you to remind me." His hands drifted lower and he gave her bottom the most delicate of squeezes. "Care to do so?"

Stavros gripped the arms of his chair – his eyes were already beginning to blur with rage. He had never seen them so close together before, and it angered him beyond measure. Stefan had his hands all over her, and his Laura was reciprocating. How dare she…

"I remember…I had been locked in that suffocating room for days. Stavros confined me there until I gave him an answer as to whether or not I would marry him. I never thought such a beautiful place could be so frightening, so lonely." They still held one another closely, but Laura appeared to be drifting a million miles away. "I was going insane, wanting to get out yet not wanting to give him what I knew he was demanding. And then," she shook herself back to the present and glanced up into Stefan’s handsome face. "A visitor appeared."

"And who might that have been?"

A grin spread over her face. "A dashing young man who had managed to steal the key key from one of the guards. I never did ask how you managed to do that."

"Top secret." He smiled. "Do go on."

"Well, you snuck in, and I was so happy. I hadn’t seen you in days, and just seeing you…it strengthened my resolve to not give into Stavros. I knew with you there to support me, I could make it through just about anything." Her eyes began to fill with tears which Stefan gently wiped from her lashes.

"I wanted to give you hope. Sadly, it was the only thing in my power to grant you at the time." Stefan cleared his throat and glanced over Laura’s shoulder at the mirror. He could feel Stavros’ eyes burning into him – he knew his brother was watching them. "Do you recall what you did when I arrived?"

Her lips curled with pleasure at the memory. "Why, Stefan Cassadine, I ravished you thoroughly. How could I forget?" Laura twisted a bit so that she and Stefan were standing in profile to the mirror. "I told you that if Stavros was going to make that room my prison and torture chamber, the least we could do was…christen it beforehand. God, he was such a fool. He never knew about us, did he?" She asked, her hands bringing his face level with hers. Her lips grazed his, pausing after a moment to deepen the kiss. "We had already been lovers for a while at that point. How I loved making love to you…"

"And I you," Stefan rasped as Laura’s lips engulfed his once again. He had no idea how far she intended to take this little game, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying it. "You were the most gorgeous creature I had ever encountered, Laura. And nothing has changed – nothing."

"Uh, boss? Do you want us to go in there and put a stop to things?" The guard asked Stavros. He had never seen the boss’ face quite so red before.

"No. Leave. I will call you should I require your assistance." Stavros bit out the words, his eyes glued to the image of Stefan and Laura kissing passionately mere inches from him. The guards left quietly, but he took no note of them.

Stefan’s lips left Laura’s, trailing wet kisses across her cheek to her ear. "How far are we going to take this?" He whispered softly but urgently.

Laura’s eyes were already dazed – that look she always got whenever she and Stefan kissed. She was feeling weightless, and truthfully she had almost forgotten what their purpose was. "How far are you willing to go?" She whispered into his ear, her tongue reaching out and tracing the pattern of his earlobe.

Stefan groaned, his hands tightening around Laura’s derriere and bringing her body into even more intimate contact with his. "As far as you are."

"Then we stop when one of us says to. Agreed?" She felt more than saw his nod, so her lips moved from his ear and down his neck, her tongue leaving a wet trail to the base of his throat. She made quick work of his buttons, pushing the green shirt from his shoulders, her lips moving from his throat down to his chest. Stefan couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped his lips as her mouth covered first one nipple and then the other, suckling gently until they each hardened into pebbles. Suddenly, though, she drew her head back.

Stefan raised his eyebrow questioningly as if to ask "Stopping so soon?" Laura smiled seductively, straightening and grapsing his hand in hers, taking a few steps back. She shook her head, her hair shimmering about her shoulders as she led him to a chair a few feet from the mirror. "Sit," she commanded huskily, pushing him down by the shoulders. "And watch."

She turned and walked back to the mirror, slowly pulling the brown jacket off of her shoulders and tossing it onto the floor. She stood absolutely still, staring into the mirror, feeling Stavros’ eyes burning into her. Into her body. Could she do this? Was it worth it, worth torturing this man and risking his wrath? She spun around, her eyes immediately connecting with Stefan’s. He sensed her indecision immediately and almost stood to go to her. But he didn’t. The subtle shake of her head stopped him, causing him to settle back into the chair. She slowly walked toward him again, her hands moving to lift her shirt over her head and discard her skirt to the floor. She then settled onto his lap, her body straddling his hips, her face nearly touching his. Laura’s hands rested on his shoulders and her hips ground into his, feeling the evidence of his desire. They smiled and kissed passionately, tongues entwining as Stefan’s hands reached around her back, deftly unfastening her bra.

Stavros was breathing heavily, his eyes bulging and round with rage. He was overcome with anger and lust at the sight of Laura’s bare back, her lips caressing Stefan’s, her hips moving indecently against his. She had never been like this with him. Never had she been so seductive or so willing. He had always enjoyed breaking Laura, making her scream and cry before he took her…but now he saw this. He saw his brother making the kind of love to Laura that he had never even imagined possible. Stavros stood slowly, his hands clenched into fists at his side as he moved forward.

Stefan’s lips moved from Laura’s down her neck, moving leisurely to the mounds of her breasts. He suckled her nipples as she had his – his hands lifted her lovely flesh for his feasting. Her genuine moans of delight were not a part of the game they were playing as he nibbled at the underside of her breast, sending tingles of pleasure through her body. "Am I hurting you?" Stefan asked as she gasped.

"No. You could never hurt me," she declared, grasping his hair in both of her hands and pulling his mouth to hers for another deep, wet kiss. "Make love to me, Stefan. I want you so badly."

Stefan stood with Laura in his arms, her legs wrapped snugly around his waist. His erection strained against the zipper of his pants, seeking her moist heat. Her legs drifted down his body slowly until her feet touched the floor, their bodies still plastered together much as their lips were. He slowly turned her…until she was facing the mirror, her body only inches from the reflective surface. Her gut told her to hide, but her feet didn’t move. She stared at her reflection – a woman with long blonde hair, dressed only in a skimpy pair of panties, her face flushed with passion. And Stefan behind her, his hands slowly tracing the shape of her body – shoulders, breasts, ribcage, waist, abdomen…and when he reached her hips, his hands grasped her panties and pushed the garment to the ground. She was all but nude, standing before the two-way mirror, knowing that the man she feared the most in the world was on the other side watching her. And yet she wasn’t scared – she was in control, she and Stefan. They were defying Stavros in the only way they could – for now – and that gave them the power.

Laura stepped out of her underwear, her hand resting on Stefan’s shoulder for support. He began his kisses at her right knee, slowly moving up her side in the opposite direction of his hands a moment before. His lips lingered at her neck as his arms encircled her waist from behind, his hands resting for a moment on her lower abdomen, feeling the slight fluttering there. He could feel how nervous she was – could she feel his anxieties, as well? His hand dropped lower, slowly. Laura’s knees nearly buckled as his long fingers stroked between her legs, his index finger gently rubbing her clit as his middle finger slid deeply inside of her. She gasped, her hips responding of their own volition, rocking slightly back and forth as he sweetly tortured her with his hand.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He whispered into her ear, his tongue stroking the soft skin behind it.

Her answer was to turn her head and capture his lips with her own, her tongue plundering his mouth, mimicking the motion of his fingers that were still inside of her. There was no turning back for either of them. Laura turned, her movement dislodging his hand and prompting a whimper from both of them. Her lips met his once again, their tongues melding as she unfastened his pants, stripping him bare and falling to her knees to take him into her mouth, wetting his tip in preparation. "Make love to me," she whispered, placing a kiss on his inner thigh before standing. "Make love to me now."

He turned her slowly once again, facing her to the mirror despite the questioning look on her face. She was very close to the mirror, and Stefan’s knee nudged her legs slightly apart from behind. He kissed his way down her spine, licking and nipping all the way to her lower back and beyond. His hands spread the cheeks of her buttocks, burying his face there as his tongue found and caressed the most sensitive part of her. A part that was already wet and welcoming. Laura supported herself with her hands against the mirror, her legs extremely weakened beneath her. Suddenly, Stefan stood, his mouth replaced by the thrust of his manhood as he drove deeply within her. Laura gasped in pleasure, her fingers clawing against the mirror as Stefan’s hips retreated, only to have him enter her once again, nearly lifting her feet from the ground with the force of his thrust.

Stavros was almost touching her, his hands separated from hers only by a thin sheet of glass. Laura was so beautiful this way, deep in the throes of passion, her eyes tightly closed and her mouth gasping with pleasure. Her breasts swayed with the rhythm of Stefan’s thrusts, and Stavros wanted nothing more than to be Stefan in that moment – driving into her, staking his claim on her with his body.

Laura screamed softly as Stefan’s hand moved around her hips and between her legs, toying with her once again, increasing her pleasure and eliciting a groan from Stefan as she constricted around him. Their climaxes happened simultaneously, Laura’s legs giving way as Stefan came within her, their bodies joined as they shuddered together. After several long moments she turned, wrapping her arms around him as he engulfed her in his – they had defeated the demons of their past.

Together.

~The End~

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