TVD: The Siphoner

The music echoed across the trees, thumping against the soft roar of the waterfall. Colored lights blinked through the night air, casting flickers over students dancing, drinking, and shouting joyfully.

But Aiken stood apart, plastic cup in hand, quietly sipping water.

He had just arrived at the party and hadn't spotted Bonnie yet.

He kept to the edge of the rocks, where the sounds of the crowd blended with the cascade's roar. Just in case anything happened, he preferred to stay sober.

Then came her voice, soft and familiar.

"Aiken, so you came."

He turned. Bonnie stood a few feet away, hair catching the moonlight.

"Yes... just to bother Caroline," Aiken said, expression unreadable. "She really seems to hate me a lot."

"Really? Just for that?" Bonnie asked, looking directly into his eyes.

Their gaze held—for a second, a flash of something dangerous and real passed between them. Aiken leaned slightly forward. So did she. In that moment, the whole witch-hating thing melted into the background.

But then—

Bonnie squinted at his cup.

"Is that... water?" she asked, half in disbelief.

"Yes," Aiken replied, straightening. "I don't drink."

"You don't drink? Are you serious?" Bonnie blinked.

"Yes. Why? Is it a problem?"

"I—" she began, but another voice cut in.

"Hey, guys."

They both turned. Elena was walking toward them with a friendly smile.

"Hey, Elena," Bonnie said quickly, waving.

"Hi." Aiken raised a hand in a half-hearted wave.

"Elena, can you believe it?" Bonnie blurted. "Aiken doesn't drink!"

"What? You don't drink?" Elena raised a brow. "You seem like someone who gets invited to parties a lot."

"Yeah. Still, no," Aiken said simply.

"Anyway, where's Stefan?" Bonnie asked, shifting topics. "Shouldn't he be with you?"

"I don't know. You tell me—you're the sensitive," Elena said, chuckling.

"Oh, right. I almost forgot," Bonnie replied with a grin.

"Wait... sensitive?" Aiken asked, curious now.

'Sensitive? Is this just a joke? Or… is she actually like... a psychic?'

Bonnie laughed. "My grandma keeps talking about how we're descended from a long line of formidable witches and sensitives. I think old age is finally catching up to her."

'She might actually be one… I need to confirm it.'

"Bonnie," Aiken said, stepping a bit closer. "Can you sense something about me?"

Bonnie's eyes lit up. "Sure. Just give me your hands."

He offered his with a faint smile. Her hands were soft—gentle, warm.

"Your hands are very beautiful, Bonnie," Aiken said, as he subtly began absorbing just a trace of magic from her. Not too much. Just enough.

"Thanks—" Bonnie began, but suddenly her eyes fluttered shut.

"Bonnie?" Aiken said. Elena echoed him.

Bonnie stood perfectly still, her expression tensing, like she was being pulled into a vision.

Then—she gasped. Her eyes opened wide, frightened.

"Bonnie, are you alright?" Elena asked, moving closer.

"Blood. Wolves. Moon," Bonnie said breathlessly. "That's what I saw…"

'Blood? Wolves? Moon? What does it mean?' Aiken thought. But more than wonder, he felt a pull. A strange impulse to help her. Even if he didn't like it.

"Bonnie…" he said gently, placing a hand behind her neck and raising his plastic cup to her lips. "See? That's why I don't drink."

Bonnie drank the water slowly, then laughed, shaky. "Yeah… I think I drank a bit too much—"

She didn't finish.

Because in the next moment, Aiken kissed her.

'Screw the witch-hating thing. I can't resist anymore.'

Bonnie didn't hesitate—she kissed him back, the passion deep and sudden.

The plastic cup slipped from Aiken's hand and hit the ground. His arm wrapped around her waist; her arms circled his neck. The world faded.

Elena watched them for a second, then smiled knowingly.

"See you later, guys," she said.

Neither of them heard her.

...

The music faded into the background as they moved further into the forest, out of everyone's sight.

Bonnie was pressed against the trunk of a tall oak, her fingers digging into the rough bark as Aiken kissed her neck. His lips traced a trail of fire down to her shoulder, sending shivers through her body.

"Bonnie... you're beautiful…" Aiken breathed against her skin, his hands sliding down her sides.

"Nghhh… Aiken…" she gasped, arching into his touch.

He reached down, slowly lowering her pants and panties, his fingers brushing against her thighs. She gasped softly, her legs trembling slightly.

"Someone might hear us…" she whispered, even as she pulled him closer.

"I know. Doesn't this excite you even more?" he murmured, kissing her cheek gently. His words were a caress, a promise.

He had been a playboy at Sherwood High School. Never had any trouble with girls. Or sex. He was actually very good in bed.

"Well… this is actually… my first time," Bonnie admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Really?" Aiken's eyes widened in surprise. "Then should we stop here?" he asked, genuinely concerned for her.

He wouldn't force her. But he also couldn't deny the desire coursing through him.

"No… let's do it…" Bonnie said shyly, her heart pounding against her ribs.

Aiken paused, his hand on her waist. "Are you really sure about this?" he asked, as he pulled out his shaft from his pants.

Bonnie's breath caught in her throat. She had never seen a real one up close before, but she knew this size wasn't normal.

"Y-Yes…" she said, her voice trembling slightly. Aiken gently pressed himself against her entrance. "Please… be gentle…" she whispered.

"Don't worry, Bonnie…" Aiken reassured her, his voice low and soothing. "I would never hurt you."

And with that, their bodies and hearts moved in perfect sync.

He entered her slowly, inch by inch. Bonnie gasped at the initial stretch, her body tensing slightly. But Aiken was patient, moving with a gentleness that surprised her.

He kissed her lips, her neck, her shoulders—all while slowly filling her up. His hands cradled her face, his thumbs wiping away the tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes.

"Relax… you're doing great…" he whispered, his voice a gentle murmur in her ear.

Bonnie took a deep breath, trying to relax her muscles. As she did, Aiken pushed deeper, him now fully inside her.

"Oh God…" she moaned, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.

"Are you alright?" Aiken murmured again, his forehead resting against hers.

Bonnie looked into his eyes—those cold, unreadable eyes—and saw something warmer now. Something only for her.

"Yes…" she whispered, trembling. "I want this."

His first thrust was slow, tentative—testing her reaction. Her breath hitched, her fingers tightening in his hair. Every nerve in her body screamed at the invasion, but there was no fear. Only fire.

He kissed her again, deeper this time, moving in sync with her gasps. Every slow push forward lit sparks along her spine. She clung to him, not because she was weak—but because she didn't want to let go.

"Feels good?" he asked, a slight smirk on his lips.

"So good…" Bonnie gasped, her eyes rolling back. "Oh God… Aiken… please… don't stop…"

He picked up the pace, his hips snapping against hers. The sounds of their bodies meeting together mixed with Bonnie's moans, filling the forest air.

"Harder…" she begged, her legs wrapping around his waist.

Aiken obliged, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. He could feel her tightening around him, her walls clenching and unclenching.

"Aiken… I'm gonna… I'm gonna…" Bonnie couldn't even finish her sentence before she came.

Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her body shaking violently as she clung to Aiken. He kept thrusting, drawing out her pleasure until she was a quivering mess in his arms.

"Fuck…" Aiken growled, his own climax approaching.

"Bonnie… I'm close…"

He pulled out just in time, his cum shooting onto a nearby bush. She watched him, her eyes half-lidded, as he milked every last drop from his shaft.

When he was done, Aiken leaned down, kissing Bonnie deeply. "You were amazing," he whispered against her lips.

Bonnie smiled, her cheeks flushed. "So were you…"

They stood there for a moment, catching their breath. Then Aiken reached down, helping Bonnie with her clothes.

As she pulled up her pants, Bonnie couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. She had given her virginity to Aiken… someone she had met just yesterday...

To be continued...

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How was this R-18 chapter? It's my first time writing something like this, I hope you liked it?

Also, did you find them doing it straight up forced or not? I mean, from what I can remember, in the original, Bonnie lost her verginity way later, right?