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WARNINGS: usuals

When Rebekah first stepped off the bus in District 3, it occurred to her that she most definitely lived in a bubble of luxury that shielded her from the true real world. For instance, she had no idea how disgusting it was to use public transportation, or how utterly ridiculous some people dressed. Didn't anyone understand that you couldn't wear white after Labor Day and before Easter Sunday? To say the least, her journey to the Nivea Police Department was an eye-opening one.

District 3 wasn't as shabby as Districts 4 and 5, but it lacked the luster found in Districts 1 and 2, which made it the perfect downtown portion of Nivea. She gulped as she stared at the tall building through large Prada sunglasses and gathered her courage as she stepped through the double glass doors. The floor was crowded and chaotic, with officers and civilians and government officials and the like running past her, some bumping into her, and she tightened her scarf around her hair. The last thing she needed was for someone to know who she was and question her intentions.

"Gah! Excuse me, ma'am, I'm so sorry!" another man bumped into her and knocked her purse strap off her shoulder. Grumbling, she shoved the strap back and glared back at him, and was struck mute. He was handsome, with his boyish face, sparkling light blue eyes and blonde hair, and a charming smile as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes—yes I'm fine," she coughed, hoping he hadn't noticed her staring.

"Do you need help with anything? You look lost—no offence," he added quickly. Normally, Rebekah would've been peeved but she was so thankful that someone asked.

"I am lost, actually," she laughed shortly. "I'm looking for Kol Mikaelson. Do you know him?"

"Yeah. He's my partner," he chuckled as he stuck out his hand. "Matt Donovan."

"Rebekah Mikael—Rebekah," she caught herself with a wince. By the way Matt's eyes widened, she hadn't caught herself fast enough.

"Mikaelson? You're his sister?"

"Yes," she looked around quickly. "Can you take me to him? Is he here?"

"Follow me," he grinned as he led her to the elevators. "I never thought I'd meet anyone from his family. I thought he was lying when he said he had a sister."

She followed him and three other people onto the lift. "Yes, well, our family is…complicated."

"That's what he says," he chuckled. "Well, it's nice to meet you."

His laugh made her smile and butterflies she thought she had left behind in high-school filled her stomach. It could never be anything, but she could always fantasize.

They got off on the third floor and walked through a hallway that led them to the 17th precinct. The commotion here was worse than on the first floor, with civilians and officers and detectives all talking over each other and on the phones and hammering away on their keyboards as they filled out paperwork. No one paid them any mind as they weaved in and out of the crowd towards two desks pushed together against the wall under a grimy window. Matt sat at the one with his nameplate and gestured for her to sit at her brother's.

"He probably went to get lunch. He should be back soon."

"That's alright," she looked around with slight disdain. Were District 1 and 2 the only ones that cared about cleanliness in all of their buildings?

"So, how come this is the first time you've come down to visit?" he leaned forward.

"It's private," she said stiffly. "But I also haven't seen Kol in years, not until recently when he came to speak to our father."

"I know. I was there," Matt chuckled uneasily.

"You were?" her eyebrows rose. "What for?"

"Can't say," he shrugged sheepishly. "I'm not allowed to talk about any open cases with anyone that's not a cop. My captain would have my ass."

He winced when the words left his mouth and she giggled at his bashfulness, "Pardon my French there."

"Don't apologize. It's alright."

"Bloody hell you owe me big mate. That line was nasty," Kol suddenly appeared with a plastic bag he sat on Matt's desk. He turned to his younger sister with wide eyes, "And what the bloody hell are you doing out of District 1?"

"I need to speak to you," she threw her arms around him and he hugged her back hard. "I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too," he kissed her temple before pulling back to look her over. "Everything okay?"

"I…well I'm not so sure," she sighed as she dropped back into the chair.

"Does Mikael know you're here?"

She shook her head, "He believes I'm shopping with friends. But this morning…I heard him speaking on the phone in his office, and he spoke of Klaus. He said that something he was doing would make up for what happened with our brother," she sucked in a breath. "What does he mean Kol?"

"Christ Becks," Kol ran a hand over his face. "We can't talk about this out here."

"What do you mean?"

Kol shook his head and looked over his shoulder, seeming paranoid. He beckoned her to follow him to the back of the precinct and into one of the smaller interrogation rooms. When he closed the blinds and locked the door, he finally turned to his sister.

"What exactly did he say? Do you remember?"

"I couldn't really make much out. Only that something he and whomever he spoke with was going to make-up for what happened to Klaus," her stomach churned with anticipation as she sat. "I've always believed that you knew more about our brother's disappearance than you let anyone know. Do you know what he means?"

"Possibly," he looked solemn. Rebekah glared at him when he offered no more.

"Kol!" she finally snapped. "What is going on?"

"I don't know if I should tell you. It's…it's complicated Becks," he sighed.

"Then tell me! I'm not a child!" she demanded. "I deserve to know what happened to our brother! I want to know the real reason of why you left and never came back!"

He looked down guiltily, "You'll never know how sorry I am for that, Becks. I never wanted to leave you and Henrik, you know that."

"But you did. And here we are," she snorted as she crossed her arms. "Start talking Kol."

"Alright," he took a deep breath. "Elijah and I left home for the same reasons; we discovered that Mikael killed Richard Lockwood and he wanted to pin it on Klaus before he decided to make him disappear."

"Oh not you too!" she cried. "He didn't kill him! They were friends! He was devastated when he passed!"

"He wasn't Becks," he shook his head. "He only wanted you to believe he was."

"Why on earth would he kill him?"

"I don't know," he sighed as he ran a hand over his face. "Look, I know how this sounds, but I know in my fucking gut that Mikael is guilty. Elijah knew it and so did Klaus and that's why neither of them could stay in that house."

"And now Elijah works for our father's competition," her eyebrow rose. "He didn't even call when Klaus left."

"I know. I don't know why he shut us all out like that, but I know he knew something," he started pacing. "When Klaus first ran away, he called me from a payphone in District 5 and asked me to help him. I brought him food and money when I could but it was hard because he was doing everything he could to hide from father short of changing his name. Every week I would meet him at a designated spot and time and one day…he just stopped showing up. I kept going back, but he never came back. And I never heard from him after that."

"You…you knew where he was?" Rebekah whispered, betrayal thick in her voice. "Why didn't you tell us? You knew how long Henrik and I searched for him, how desperate we were!"

"He didn't want me to tell you Becks," he sighed heavily. "I know it's shitty, but Klaus didn't want to involve you."

"Involve us in what?" she growled.

He shrugged, "I don't know, but whatever Klaus found out, it was dangerous enough for Mikael to want him dead. He knew he would kill him if he stayed so he ran. But he disappeared before he could tell me and ever since then…we've gotten non-stop cases of people disappearing just like he did."

She was silent as she processed.

"And you think they have something to do with our father?" she asked finally.

"There's no other explanation. I mean, people have disappeared before but…it's never been like this," he shook his head.

"I know you and Father have your differences, but you don't have any proof or evidence that points to him Kol," she said softly.

"We have witnesses that put one of his guys at the scene where a 16-year-old boy was snatched off the corner."

"But that doesn't mean he is responsible for any of it!"

"Becks," he sighed desperately as he sat across from her again. "People like Mikael will do anything to protect their investments and their wealth and Elijah, Klaus and I were a threat to both. Whatever it is he's into, he killed Richard, he was willing to kill Klaus, and if I had stayed, I wouldn't doubt he would find a way to kill me."

"Don't say that!" she cried, not liking how serious he was. "What is it you think he cares about so much that he would kill for it?"

"I think you need to forget we ever had this conversation," he said abruptly as he stood.

"No! Kol, stop!" she snapped as he started for the door. "Just talk to me!"

"I am Rebekah! I'm trying to tell you our father isn't the man you think he is!" he snapped back as he whirled around. "But I can't tell you anymore. This isn't safe."

"I don't even know what this is!" she threw her hands up. "But if you know something about our brother, you will tell me! I'm tired of being left in the dark while my brothers continue leaving without a word to the other siblings they leave behind!"

Kol visibly gulped and his shoulders sagged.

"Please," her voice turned pleading. "If you really think Father had something to do with Klaus' disappearance then let me help you, but do not shut me out again Kol. Henrik and I deserve to know what happened to him just as much as you do."

"Not if it can get you both killed," he stressed. She wasn't moved from her resolve and he knew it, but he couldn't help trying to deter her from embarking on this journey.

"I'm an adult now Kol. I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions, so I will decide if this is something I'm willing to die over," she glared at him with determination. "Now tell me everything."

Kol sighed heavily as he looked to the ceiling. "If I tell you what I know, you have to swear that you won't tell Henrik. You're an adult but he's not. I don't want him caught up in this at all."

She nodded, suppressing her slight guilt. Out of all her brothers, she and Henrik were the closest, as they often only had each other to lean on when their older brothers disappeared. She didn't keep secrets from him. But for this, he would have to understand.

"I won't tell him. You have my word," she said firmly. "Now, tell me everything."

"Splendid! You are here to join us!" Katherine beamed at Tyler and Jeremy when they joined the women for breakfast in the dining room the next morning.

"We had a late dinner," the billionaire smirked as he sat. "Did you miss us?"

"Of course, chéri. We always miss your presence," she giggled. "Did you receive the email from Anna this morning with the details of the party?"

"Yes. I already reserved our spots," he gave Jeremy a quick grin.

"I did as well, as have Stefan and Damon."

Tyler chuckled lowly, thanking Jeremy when he finished fixing his plate and ran his fingers through his hair in appreciation.

"They never miss an opportunity to show off."

"Has Tyler told you about the parties we attend?" Katherine addressed Jeremy. "Once a month, a well-respected dominant will host a gathering for others in the community to mingle and find new partners."

"Yes Mistress," he nodded through a bite of bacon before turning to his Dom. "Will we be…ah—?"

"Performing? I don't think you're quite ready for that yet," Tyler chuckled in amusement. Jeremy laughed as well, relief flooding him.

"Then you must watch our new scene. I believe you will enjoy it," Katherine smirked wickedly, making them laugh.

"Do you perform a lot?" Jeremy asked curiously.

"Oui. One of the many kinks of this house is voyeurism," she giggled. "Even Tyler has done it, but he did so more when he was a submissive."

Jeremy choked on his orange juice as he stared wide-eyed at the grimacing billionaire, "You were a submissive?"

"Surprising, I know," he chuckled. "But I did it as a form of discipline. I was a…difficult teenager, and Mason did it as kind of a last resort."

"Who was your dominant?"

He smirked, "Stefan, actually."

Well, he certainly hadn't seen that coming. He hummed as he stuffed more eggs benedict into his mouth and tried to smother the sudden jealousy that rushed through his chest.

"Do you still…submit to him?" he tried hard to sound nonchalant, but by the way Caroline was grinning at him, he clearly failed.

He shook his head, "And he's married now, supposedly. We've never met his wife," he shrugged. "Wonder why that is."

"I have been wondering the same," Katherine mused. "But I suppose we shall meet her when he is ready."

They finished breakfast, and Jeremy followed Tyler into the playroom for another session. This time, he eagerly undressed and put away his clothes and waited on his knees by the bed like an obedient pup wanting to impress their master. His heart hammered as Tyler pulled a large, black chest from under the bed and pulled out objects that made him flush and lick his lips with want.

"You've been such a good boy Jer. You've been making a lot of progress in a short amount of time," Tyler murmured silkily as he pulled a simple black band from his nightstand drawer. "That makes me happy."

Kneeling in front of him, he gently strapped the band around Jeremy's pale neck. "This is a token of my appreciation. Some Doms always require their sub to wear a collar during scenes, but I think it's a special privilege you've earned."

Jeremy smiled, warmed that he made someone, especially Tyler Lockwood, of all people, happy. It had been a long time since someone had told him that and he took it to heart.

"Are you up for trying something new today?" he carded his fingers through his hair, grinning when Jeremy nodded slowly. "Good boy, that's what I like to hear."

He pulled a roll of saran wrap, a string of thick beads and a short black whip from the box before pushing it back under the bed. Jeremy's heart leapt in his throat, and he wondered if it was too late to take his words back.

"This won't hurt," he said immediately as he set the items on the bed. "Come here."

Willing himself not to shut down out of sheer fear, Jeremy stood shakily and stood by Tyler's side. Looking at the whip again made his throat tighten and he curled his fingers into fists to keep his hands from trembling.

"This," he picked up the blue saran wrap, "will go around you from your neck to your ankles. The air will be on so you don't overheat. These," he smirked as he grabbed the beads, making Jeremy flush, "will go inside you. Trust me Jer. I won't hurt you, okay?"

"Okay," he sucked in a deep breath, simultaneously intrigued and afraid for what was about to happen. He lied on his stomach at Tyler's request, groaning when he massaged his ass for a moment before slicking the beads and gently working them in. The billionaire pilled him into a sitting position, the beads shifting inside him and making him clench, and wrapped the stretchy saran material around his chest and arms, moving lower to his stomach and his hips and legs until he was nearly immobile except for his wiggling toes. The beads were further pushed into him, making him whimper when they pressed against his prostate.

"Perfect," Tyler purred as he lay him on his stomach. He held the flogger up, "This is made of leather. It won't sting or hurt when I hit you."

Before Jeremy could comprehend what, exactly, that meant, Tyler brought it down on his covered behind and sent the beads careening into his prostate. He jerked with a loud moan, immediately wishing for more contact.

"See?" Tyler sounded too smug. "How did that feel?"

He whimpered as he shifted, trying to find relief for his aching, leaking cock against the saran wrap. It was nearly torture to feel all that he was feeling and unable to do anything about it.

"Enjoy this, pet. I know I will," Tyler purred in his ear before nipping it. He grabbed a silk tie from his drawer and slipped it over Jeremy's eyes, kissing the back of his neck and tracing the tails of the flogger down slowly, making him shiver, before slapping them against his wrapped body again. Jeremy twitched and cried out every time he did it against his ass or his front, the slaps feeling like sharp tingles of sensation all over his body rather than pain.

Suddenly, Tyler's hands were on his ass and massaging, working the beads inside him, and his mouth opened in a silent scream. He could do nothing but lie there as Tyler worshiped with rough, sure hands that were going to drive him insane if he kept doing what he was doing.

"You sound so sexy when you want it, pet," the billionaire purred as he pressed his growing, clothed erection against him. "You want me to get you off?"

Jeremy whined as he tried to thrust back against him. If Tyler wanted him, he was unashamed to admit that he would give it up right now if it meant his cock would be touched. He would do anything this man wanted as long as it pleased him.

Tyler rolled him onto his back, and he saw his erection trying to break free of its plastic prison. He trailed the flogger starting from his wrapped shoulders to his ankles before slapping it against his cock over and over. Jeremy bucked his hips as much as he could to get more of the feeling, falling deeper into his happy haze of bliss as he teased him.

"How do you feel Jer?"

"Please!" he moaned. "Please just…!"

"What do you need pet? Tell me."

"I—I—!" the whip slapped his cock again and he gave a throaty cry. "Oh my God please!"

Tyler smirked at how incoherent he'd become. He fell so fast into subspace, and it was wonderful to watch.

"You want me to touch you?"

He nodded frantically, gasping from pleasure and over exertion, his face red and tears gathered at the corners of his eyes.

"I want you to do something for me before I do. Can you do that, pet?"

He nodded again. Tyler thought he would've agreed to anything at that point, as far under as he was. He tossed the flogger onto the floor before grabbing a pair of thick scissors and cut off the saran wrap, peeling it off Jeremy's damp body. The cold air made his nipples harder and he sucked one into his mouth, unable to help himself. The younger moaned, pushing his chest up and gripping his arms before one hand snaked to his cock. Tyler slapped it away with a disapproving noise.

"Ah, ah. You come when I want you to. Understand?" he grabbed Jeremy's chin a little too tight. "If you come before I want you to, I'll make you sleep with a cock ring tonight."

He nodded slowly, panting harshly as he fought his primal instinct to relieve himself.

"Now get on the floor on your knees. You're going to do something for me."

Jeremy whined lowly but slowly complied, whimpering as the beads shifted and he squeezed around them. He watched through his haze as Tyler slowly unbuckled his pants and pushed them down to his knees, his cock already thick and long at half-mast.

"Come here," he said softly as he sat on the edge of the bed. He spread his legs further apart so Jeremy could kneel between them. "Suck me."

The sight of Jeremy on his knees like this was enough to make him hard, but the way Jeremy took him into his mouth no sooner than he voiced his request made him throb. He groaned as he eagerly drenched and swallowed his cock, even enjoying the bump of teeth against it every now and then. For someone that had no experience in sex, Jeremy sure was good at this.

"Oh shit," he choked out when Jeremy took him in his throat too deep and he gagged. "Be careful babe, watch out for your teeth—yeah, just like that. Relax your jaw so—yes like that. Fuck Jer."

His fingers found their way into Jeremy's hair and gently carded as he forced him to slow down. He was so eager to please, and looked so good doing it, that he felt himself coming closer to the edge faster than he anticipated.

When Jeremy moved his tongue over the tip of his cock, he groaned loudly with a buck of his hips, choking the younger. He pulled back for a moment to take a breath before licking along the tip again. Tyler allowed it for a moment before using the hand in his hair to guide him back to where he was, doing his best to not fuck his mouth.

"Good boy," his voice was strained when he gently pushed Jeremy away. He pulled him up to straddle his lap and kissed him hard, not caring about tasting himself. Scooting up the bed, he rolled them over and settled between his legs, moaning as he arched against him when the beads further pressed into his prostate.

"You did so good for me Jer," he kissed his collar bone. Sliding down his body, he took his leaking cock into his mouth and slowly slid the beads out as he worked him, replacing them with his fingers. Jeremy cried out and curled his fingers into the bedsheets, whimpering as the familiar heat pooled in his stomach and burned before he came hard with an impassioned cry, his back arching and toes wiggling with delight as Tyler brought him pleasure beyond anything he could think of. It almost felt like he was floating.

He didn't feel Tyler release him, or notice as he brought out a big fleece blanket to throw over him. Shivering, he grabbed it tighter around him and turned his head into the pillow. He moaned when Tyler pulled it away from him and opened it more so he could slide in with him, his naked chest pressed against his back feeling like heaven.

"Here," Tyler pulled him against his chest to sit up and held out something in front of him; a box of apple juice with a straw. He drank without question, and Tyler wondered if he knew what was happening.

"You good?" he murmured as he looked into his eyes. Jeremy didn't answer with anything but a smile in his glazed eyes. He was so far under he could be susceptible to anything.

"You need a bath," he smiled fondly as Jeremy nodded. Chuckling, he scooped the bundled orphan into his arms and carried him to the bathroom. Sitting him on the bottom stair of the Jacuzzi bathtub, he turned on the four taps before pouring lavender bath bubbles and getting in. Jeremy slowly crawled in, tripping into his spot between Tyler's legs as he pulled him in and grabbed a bath sponge to run over his pale skin. He moaned as he sagged against him, feeling weak and disoriented but safe.

"Shouldn't I be doing this for you?" he mumbled as Tyler massaged shampoo into his hair.

"No, it's my time to take care of you," he dipped him under the waterfall from the faucet. When he was done, Jeremy rested against his chest, his head lolling on his shoulder as he faded in and out of sleep. He massaged idle patterns into Jeremy's thigh, smirking when he shifted and he felt his cock responding. Without warning, he grasped it in his hand and Jeremy groaned lowly.

"Shhh," he nipped his ear, sucking it into his mouth as he gently worked him. He kept one arm around Jeremy's waist as he increased his speed, his cock thick in his hand.

"T-Tyler," he cried out softly as he thrust into his hand.

"It's okay Jeremy, just let go."

He groaned as he came under the water, back arching against Tyler's chest until he collapsed against him. Tyler kept his arm around him to keep him from going under.

The weeks passed quickly for Jeremy. All too soon he found himself standing in front of the mirror in his bedroom, nervously fiddling with his outfit for the party they were attending that evening. After having a panic attack while completing his chores and throwing up from pure anxiety, he thought he mildly contained himself. It was the biggest lie he could tell himself, but he did it anyway.

"Jer?" Tyler knocked on his door once before allowing himself in. He looked him up and down, and Jeremy flushed when he licked his lips. "You look good."

"Thanks," he mumbled, unable to keep his eyes off his Dom. Tyler was incredibly sexy; there was no denying that even for him. But his slightly tight, all black attire just highlighted why he was one of the most sought bachelors in the country. It made him feel slightly better about his own attire; a tight royal blue button-down shirt, tight black jeans and shiny black shoes

"How're you feeling? Better from earlier?"

"A little," he sighed as he sat on the edge of his bed. "I'm still nervous."

"That's fine. It's normal to be scared," he sat beside him. "But we're going for only two hours and then we'll be back here. I think you can survive that."

He nodded, though he didn't believe him.

"How many people will be there?"

"Do you really want to know?"

Jeremy licked his lips nervously as he nodded.

"Probably a couple hundred. The kink community in Nivea is pretty big."

"Oh God," he sucked in a sharp breath as his stomach churned. His fingers dug into his hair and he slowly rocked sideways as the familiar panic rose within him.

"Hey, don't panic. They're not all gonna come at once," Tyler soothed gently with a hand on his leg. "There'll be plenty of space for all of us, so it won't overwhelm you."

"I know, I know. I just…I don't know how to explain why I'm so…scared," he finished quietly. Tyler didn't like the shame he heard in his voice.

"It's fine to be scared and nervous. You don't like people touching you, it's understandable," he murmured. "If it makes you feel better, I had Dolly pick up your favorite ice cream and I have Netflix ready for when we come back. This will go by faster than you think."

"Thank you," the orphan smiled genuinely, surprised by the gesture.

"You can thank me by wearing this," he set a bag that Jeremy hadn't realized he was carrying on his lap. "Open it."

He reached inside and grabbed a medium-sized black box. Confused, he lifted the lid and gasped at the thick silver chain with a silver T dangling from the middle.

"This is…gorgeous Sir," he murmured as he held it up, turning to his Dom with doe-like eyes. "This is for me?"

He nodded as he took it and fastened it around his pale neck, "I had it custom made. I wanted you to have a long-term collar."

He came around to Jeremy's front and undid the first three buttons from the top of his shirt, allowing the T to be visible against his skin, "There. Now everyone will know you're taken and they won't speak to you unless I give them permission."

He wasn't sure if it was the necklace, the gesture of it or both, but Jeremy's insides felt warm and his panic receded just a bit. The lengths Tyler had gone to make sure he was comfortable touched him deeply. No one had cared so much about his well-being since his parents.

"Thank you, for all of this," he said softly as they walked downstairs. "This makes me feel better."

"I thought it might. Plus, I like seeing my mark on you," he winked. Jeremy laughed as they entered the living room, grinning when he saw Caroline and Katherine dressed up and drinking out of martini glasses.

"Well, don't you both look so handsome," the brunette purred as she sat her glass down and kissed them both on each cheek. "Jeremy darling, blue is most definitely your color."

He smiled bashfully, "You guys look amazing."

"You think so?" she winked as she turned to Caroline. "Stand darling, so they may see."

If he thought Katherine's outfit, a tight black corset that pushed her breast up to sit like mountains, tight black leather pants and combat boots, was sensual, Caroline's was downright erotic. She wore a tight, blue corset, laced and tied together with a thick red ribbon, a short, yellow tutu, white knee-high socks with red ribbons tied at the top and shiny black pumps. Her blonde hair was up in an elegant bun, a few curls lose and framing her face, and a big red bowed tied to the side of her head like a present. A thin necklace with a rhinestone-encrusted K gleamed between her cleavage.

"Wow," Tyler chuckled as he spun her around once. "Where'd you get this?"

"I saw the costume online and could not resist. She is Snow White and I am the Evil Queen that has taken her prisoner," the Bulgarian grinned wickedly. Jeremy chuckled with a shake of his head.

"That's very clever. Maybe we'll try something like that," Tyler murmured, licking his lips at the thought of fucking Jeremy from behind while he wore a skirt. That would be a conversation for a later time, though.

Elijah met them in the back yard in a golf cart that resembled a small mini Cadillac and drove them through the vast space. Jeremy gasped when they were beyond the gardens and a landing pad came into view. He hadn't realized that Tyler's property extended far beyond what he had seen so far, so far that he could afford to have his own air transport.

"Have you ever flown?" Tyler asked, not surprised when he shook his head. "It's not bad. Only a 30 minute ride. It's faster than driving since it's not in the city."

He gulped, "Do we go really high?"

"No."

"Well I'll be damned. And here I thought you forgot you owned a chopper!" An older gentleman greeted them when they stopped. He embraced Tyler and Katherine with warm hugs and kissed Caroline's hand before turning to Jeremy with his cheerful grin.

"Hardly," Tyler chuckled. "Logan, this is Jeremy. He's been living with us for a couple weeks."

"Good to meet you son," he shook his hand vigorously. "You ever flown in a chopper before?"

"No sir."

"So we gots a first-timer. My favorite," he chuckled heartily as he clapped Jeremy on the shoulder, missing the way he flinched. "I'll take good care of you son. You've got nothing to worry about."

He stepped on and crawled to the seats in the immediate back. He sat against the window and tried to calm himself, curling his fingers into his pants repeatedly.

"Relax," Tyler murmured as he sat next to him. "You're going to be fine."

He mashed his lips together to keep from snapping. He didn't know if it would be fine, he had to tell him that. Jeremy smothered his irritation and looked out the window, jumping when Tyler put a hand on his hand to still it.

"Trust me," he soothed as he laced their fingers together. "You know I wouldn't let anything happen to you, right?"

"Yes sir."

"Good boy," he kissed the back of it. Jeremy's heart stuttered at the smoldering look he gave him before turning to Katherine sitting beside him. He smacked his lips a little, wondering why his mouth was suddenly dry.

Logan boarded last and explained the safety procedures before strapping himself in and turning on the engine. Jeremy jumped when it roared to life and he grabbed Tyler's hand in a death grip. Then suddenly, they were in the air and he couldn't help looking out the window. Despite how far up they were, the city was beautiful when it was lit up.

"Nice view isn't it?" Tyler murmured as he watched him. Jeremy nodded, unable to take his eyes off the view. And Tyler couldn't take his eyes off of him either.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Logan called to them 30 minutes later when they were landing. "How long should I stay? I think I can find something to do around here."

"Thanks, but you're free to go. You know how late these can run," Tyler unstrapped Jeremy's safety belt before doing his own. "We'll catch a ride home."

The four jumped onto the landing pad that sat on a building surrounded by two skyscrapers on all sides. Jeremy looked around in confusion, wondering where exactly they were. Next to them were two more landing pads, one of the occupied by a rowdy group of people wearing colorful costumes. He could hear bumping music coming from underneath them and his stomach clenched in anticipation again.

"So, how shall we go in?" Katherine asked as they followed the group towards the elevators. "Anna will not appreciate us being so late."

"Does it really matter? We're the ones people want to see," Tyler chuckled. "She's just the host. We're the entertainment."

"There will come a day when she bans you from her dungeon for your cockiness."

"Please," he snorted. "If she wants to keep seeing Stefan and Damon, she won't do a damn thing."

"Oh, I often forget how much she wants them," she giggled as they stepped on the lift. Jeremy swallowed thickly when he saw how crowded it was, but Tyler grabbed his hand and held it the entire ride down. The doors opened and they piled into a small hallway that lead outside to a courtyard. Jeremy was easily able to pinpoint which building they were supposed to go to by the long line of people in some of the raunchiest outfits he'd ever seen.

He followed behind Tyler dutifully beside Caroline, his head bowed like Tyler taught him. Walking along the velvet ropes shaping the line, they stopped at the front in front of a bouncer with a round stomach and a thick moustache.

"Lockwood and Pierce, parties of two," Katherine adjusted her corset slightly, revealing more breast. The bouncer looked her up and down quickly before scanning his clipboard.

"Welcome," he pulled the rope back from blocking the entrance and they strolled into a room that was dark, save for the glowing neon florescent lights flashing everywhere. Tyler grabbed Jeremy's wrist and gently fastened a purple glow-stick around his wrist.

"This color means you're a submissive and you're just observing scenes. Red," he held up his own wrist, "means you're a dominant but not looking for any new subs or to participate in scenes. Green is for single subs willing to participate, yellow is for a single Dom, blue is for subs that want to play with only their Doms and pink is for Doms only wanting to play with their subs."

"Wow," Jeremy laughed, completely overwhelmed by all the colors. "I've never seen anything like this."

"It's pretty amazing," he chuckled as they walked to one of the many seating areas. Tyler and Katherine sat on the couch, leaving Jeremy standing awkwardly until he saw Caroline kneel on the cushions on the floor by their Doms' feet. He dropped to his knees on the surprisingly soft pillow and leaned against Tyler's leg, purring when his fingers automatically threaded through his hair.

"Good evening Sir, Madame," a young man wearing a thick, spiked collar and spandex briefs approached them, nodding to Tyler and Katherine respectively. "May I bring you anything to drink?"

They gave their orders and he left just as they were approached by an excited group clamoring for Tyler and Katherine's attention. It often slipped Jeremy's mind that they were well-known, not just to the general population but by mostly everyone in Atteca. He pressed as close to Tyler as he could when some of the women cooed over him. Tyler's fingers never stopped massaging his scalp and it kept him calm until they left.

"Sorry about that. People get excited when they see celebrities," Tyler murmured with a chuckle, thanking the waiter when he brought them their drinks. He handed a bottle of Sprite to Jeremy, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," he sipped slowly. "Just taking it all in."

"It's about damn time you guys showed up," someone said above them. Tyler grinned and set his drink down to embrace Damon and Stefan, nodding to the entourage they brought with them.

"Anna is furious with you for not being here to demonstrate. You were supposed to start at ten," Stefan smirked.

"I told her not to schedule the demonstration for that time but she didn't want to listen, so it's not my problem," Tyler chuckled. "But what else is new? She's always mad."

"Because we won't sleep with her," Damon snorted as he pulled Katherine to her feet by her hand and looked her over. "You look amazing."

"As do you," she smirked lightly. "Black suits you."

"I know," he grinned as he turned to Jeremy. "You clean up nice kid."

"Thank you Sir," he mumbled.

"And let me see you," he smirked at Caroline as she stood and spun for him. He whistled lowly, "That's fucking hot."

"Is it not?" Katherine laughed as she kissed her cheek.

"Tyler Lockwood!" a loud voice shrieked. Everyone turned to stare at the woman in a bright red body suit and bright red hair that had joined their circle. Though she was small, she intimidated Jeremy and he sank back down in his spot when she came closer.

"Anna, it's good to see you. How have you been?" Tyler chuckled calmly.

"Cut the bullshit you pompous asshole! You're late! Again!" she screeched. "How fucking hard is it to arrive somewhere when they give you a time?"

"I didn't realize it was so late. The time must have slipped me," he grinned when she growled wordlessly. "But I'm sure you were able to find a replacement speaker for the demonstrations."

"No, asshole! Everyone wants to see you because you're you!" she snapped. Damon quietly slid behind her and put her hands on her tense shoulders.

"Anna, darling, you're scaring the subs."

"Get off! Don't think I'm not pissed with you either Salvatore!" she rounded on him. "You were supposed to get Mason to come tonight!"

"He had to go back to Paris for business," he shrugged. "But Tyler's here now, so what's the big deal?"

"Respect is the big fucking deal Damon! The Lockwood men clearly don't understand that their fucking time isn't the only precious time in the fucking world!" she glared at Tyler heatedly. "I should have you both removed. You wouldn't be so fucking smug then, would you?"

"Then your dungeon would become just another ordinary shit-hole like the other ones. The only reason people come is to see us," he gestured to everyone around him with a smirk.

"You fucking little shit!" she snapped as she stomped her foot. "Get your fucking ass in that room now Lockwood, before I throw your ass out of here!"

Chuckling, Tyler nudged Jeremy's shoulder with his hand and he stood. Before they could walk too far, Anna blocked their path, her eyes wide on Jeremy.

"When did you get another sub?"

"I told you I was bringing him," his eyebrow rose.

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever. Get back there and take Stefan with you. I need a fill-in for Mason."

"He'd be delighted," Damon grinned as he shoved his protesting brother towards them. He glared as Damon merrily waved them away.

"I think Caroline and I will do our scene," Katherine put her hand on Tyler's arm. "Come watch when you finish."

"Of course," he grinned before following Anna, making sure Jeremy was behind him. The younger followed him dutifully, knocked out of his thoughts when someone ran into his shoulder and knocked him into a group of men by the bar.

"Sorry," he mumbled without looking at them.

The room Anna showed them to wasn't overly large, but big enough to fit a few rows of chairs, cushions seated by each one, and for standing room at the back. Jeremy briefly panicked at having to stand beside Tyler the entire time, but the billionaire found him a corner by the stage and gave him a cushion to kneel on.

"Hopefully this won't take long," he muttered with a roll of his eyes. "You okay?"

"Fine," he smiled. The way Tyler looked after him, made sure he was comfortable constantly, made butterflies flutter in his stomach.

Throughout demonstrations, he caught Tyler's eye multiple times and it made him flush. He was unsure if it was unintentional, or if the billionaire was trying to seduce him, but the way he described the toys while giving him dirty glances told him he was. Not that he needed to; he was already thinking of when he would use these on him and it made him hot.

At the end, he stood beside his Dom as he shook hands with everyone that left. The last person, a large rounded man with a booming voice, shook his hand vigorously, "Tyler! It's been a while!"

"Maurice," Tyler grinned as he shook his hand. "Where's Kate?"

"We ended our agreement a couple weeks ago. Her fiancé didn't approve of her kinky side," he shrugged. He looked Jeremy up and down with a grin, "This your newest?"

"Yep. Jeremy, this is Maurice," he introduced. At Tyler's nod, he shook the other's outstretched hand.

"Very nice. Let me buy you two a drink. You did an excellent job tonight."

"Thank you," Tyler followed him out of the room, Jeremy following closely behind. The crowd in the general area had thickened; twice as many people seemed to be there than before. He did his best to keep up as they weaved in and out of the crowd, but stumbled when someone rammed into his side and moved him a few inches back.

"Shit, I'm sorry! Didn't see you there!" the man grabbed onto his arms as he steadied them both. "You okay?"

"Yeah," he tried to push past the man and keep following his Dom but he held onto his wrist when he tried to walk away.

"You're Lockwood's submissive, right? He's a legend at these things. You're lucky," he grinned. Jeremy smiled back hesitantly.

"Thank you. I should probably find him," he tried to leave and was stopped once again.

"Come with me."

Something about this felt off to Jeremy. The grip the man on his wrist was too tight as he dragged him in a different direction not heading towards the bar. When the crowd finally thinned, he was facing the back rooms of the club and his stomach clenched with fear.

"I don't think—" he started, but the man laughed.

"Relax, kid," his voice didn't match the laugh, and he grew more alarmed when someone came behind him.

"S-Sorry," he stuttered when his back hit the man's chest.

"It's fine. You're Tyler Lockwood's sub?" he asked, his beady eyes gleaming in the light of glow sticks on his arms.

"Yes."

"He requested that I take you to one of these rooms. He has a scene set up that he wants you to prepare for."

"Okay," he frowned. Tyler had told him that they weren't going to do anything, but maybe he had meant in front of people? Regardless, the two led him to the last room in the corner of the hallway. The one still holding his wrist opened the door and thrust him inside before slamming the door shut. Jeremy jumped, not liking the complete darkness he found himself in, and his heart hammered in his chest. Something about this wasn't right; Tyler knew he was afraid of being alone in the dark. Their scenes had always been with lighting, so why was this one different?

"Tyler? Are you in here?" his voice shook.

"Well, Lockwood certainly found him a good one," a raspy voice answered instead. "He is absolutely delectable."

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