Title: helping hand
Fandom: the vampire diaries
Rating: mature
Length: 750
Notes: unreliable narrator, orgasm denial, canon compliant/set after 8x14

The music skips, jerks him awake. Sometimes it's nothing, Spin Doctors even louder once he's noticed the infernal music.

I've been a bit psychic lately, she'd said once, wonders if that's where the idea came from. He can't imagine Bonnie thinking it up herself, always seemed too good for that sort of thing. Too nice, too kind even after the world shattered her over and over. (Hates, envies, that she didn't turn out more like him. Should have.)

Today is a good day though, Bonnie appearing in the rundown bar with a smirk. "How's my least favorite prisoner doing?"

"I'm your only prisoner," he grumbles, throat dry as she comes closer. She's wearing a little red dress, short enough to make him think of her cheer outfit, of Baywatch and lifeguarding. Could choke on the irony, could choke her if she came close enough.

"You sure about that?" she teases.

"You aren't real," he accuses, she wouldn't come down here, not, not dressed like that. She looks like a fantasy, and the only part more fantastic than her short hemline is how Bonnie's looking at him. Like she wants to devour him.

There's a damned twinkle in her eye, her crooked little smile true. "This won't hurt then."

His gums already ache, and not breaking eye contact, Bonnie bites her lip open, a droplet of blood welling up. Kai groans, wants to rip her throat out, kill her and the damned ascendant, turn her and trap her here with him forever. See how she likes it.

Kai licks his lips, "Y'know if you came a little closer Bonster, it'd be worse."

She laughs, close as she can be while out of reach. "You think I'd let you touch me?" She leans down to meet his eyes at his level, the combination of cleavage-magic-blood an assault to all senses. "Not even if you weren't a siphoner."

"Ouch. Gettin' mean there babe."

"We both know how you feel about that," she says, and sure enough his cock twitches as hunger tears through him, pulls from his gut to eyes, would do anything to fill it.

Her hands move in a familiar pattern, whispered spell too low for him to hear. (Is it a point in favor of her not existing or how near he is to desiccation that he can't hear her?)

Bonnie smiles, pins and needles running through his legs. A smokey hand appears in his lap, can only see it through nearly-shut eyes, a perfect match for Bon-bon's left hand. Small and slender, deceptively powerful as the false hand presses down against his cock.

The pins and needles turn to knives, feels like his calves are being stabbed a dozen times over at every angle.

"C'mon Bonnie-bun," he begs, sometimes she's nicer when he begs early.

"Remember when you tried to get Damon to kill me?"

And sometimes she isn't.

His veins feel like they're on fire, as Bonnie casually continues, "Well? Do you?"

"You die again, we share a prison world, win-win."

Searing pain blazes through him, feels like his flesh ought to be melting off. Oh, she did not like that, he thinks deliriously, vision blinking white.

"Ow fuck," Kai hisses, spits out the rest through gritted teeth, "People might start to get the wrong idea Bonnie. Good witch, remember?"

She snorts, but the fire dulls to a low burn, almost nice and the shadowy hand strokes his cock. It's a far sweeter pain between the confines of his jeans and the chains' heaviness, how very trapped he is.

"You can't torture me for wanting you here," he tries, can't get his mouth to cooperate with a disarming smile. Dammit.

Bonnie laughs, the phantom hand stroking faster and faster, pleasure building to a crescendo when it suddenly stops.

"Baby, I can do whatever I like."

The hand is gone and she's backing away, dammit no, not again.

"Why," he whines, tempted to weep. He's lost count of how many times she's done this to him, should probably be grateful or some shit that she doesn't do them in a row.

Bonnie smirks, brushes imaginary dust off her dress, highlighting her curves, silhouetted in the doorway. "You deserve it, you like it, you chose it – pick a reason Kai."

A shiver runs through him, hasn't heard her say his name in so long, closely followed by hunger pangs and need. She disappears in a blink, and the shitty music sounds louder than ever.

Fuck, he needs to get out of here.