Klaus was standing in front of the fireplace, holding a glass of whiskey, looking absent minded as usual. He suddenly heard familiar footsteps approaching, but didn't even bother to look around to see who was coming.
"What do you want?" Klaus asked, sounding annoyed and disinterested. Whatever game Kol intended to play at the moment, he wasn't in a good mood to fool around.
Kol dropped himself into his favourite couch, posed his body in the laziest position ever.
"Am I not allowed to come over and check on my loving older brother? Anyways, I'm bored and have nothing better to do."
Klaus rolled his eyes. "Then feel free to bother someone else. I did have better things to do."
"Sound tempting. Where is the bloody hell everyone else then? Have you lost Bex and Lijah at another hand of your enemies?"
There was an awkward silence. When Kol started to grow concerned that his casual jokes actually came true - since his bastard brother had tendencies in taking his siblings for granted and threw them under the bus whenever it stood in the way of his business, like the time he almost endangered their little sister to impress his blonde chick at some point (thank god Kol arrived in time to save the day). That's why Kol would never take part in any of Klaus's bullshit ever again, despite how many empty lectures he and Elijah would give him about the significance of loyalty and family.
Family was supposed to be about everyone, but they started to make it all revolve around Klaus and anyone else was expected to bow down and sacrifice everything they treasured for his thirsty ass.
"They left."
Kol raised his eyebrow, okay, that was new. Then he noticed a mix of sadness and despair in his brother's voice and he already knew. There was no secret that his powerful hybrid brother had serious abandonment issues caused by the rejection of their mother, following a girl he loved broke his heart. Klaus carried his shameful sins from time to time, terrified of his loved ones finding out and leaving him, eventually losing his goddamn mind.
Kol finally understood somewhat about the dagger things which he had spent almost his entire life being furious about, that were only a poor coping mechanism to his guilts and insecurities. Despite being able to crack through Klaus's angle, Kol would never bow down his knee and let his life be a wrecked living hell for his brother's sake.
He wasn't Elijah. Or Rebekah.
Klaus seemed uncomfortable with Kol's surprising long silence and scrutiny. He scoffed. "What are you waiting for? There's a door right there."
Kol just looked at him, didn't move. Klaus stared back at him, seriously considered dragging this annoying little wanker out of his house by himself, but decided that it wasn't worth the effort. Besides, it would have been easier if Kol had been his typical disturbing self and maddening him with every possible chance he had, but for some reasons he only sat there quietly. Klaus sighed and picked up his brush.
"Don't worry. They would soon come back, they always do."
Klaus turned to give his little brother a questioning look, but Kol turned his attention to the fireplace this time, his expression was collected and unreadable.
"Our brother and sister had been worshipping your sorry ass for ten centuries. Old habits die hard."
Because they love you. Always and forever.
Klaus scoffed again and rolled his eyes. Here we were, Kol and his "remarkable" true self. Although he would never admit it, those wicked sneers were sufficient to lighten up his terrible mood for a bit.
At least this time he wasn't the one who left.
Klaus said nothing and went back to his painting again. But this time, he found himself hard to concentrate. He was used to the complete quietness, when he had no one but himself, a perfect atmosphere to collect his thoughts and inspire his creativity. But the night was too calm, once again reminded that he was completely alone, and Klaus was just this close to be desperate to hold on something, or someone .
He was aware of his available company, but hesitated out of fear of being rejected. Kol used to be the wildest mind who was up for anything beyond imagine, eager and almost whiny to spend time with him, regularly and proactively suggest bonding activities which they both enjoy doing together (mostly involving murders, tortures and violence). But now it appeared like he was more than willing to walk out of any family gatherings to play with his "friends", actively tune down Klaus's offers to rather lock himself in his room, ever since Klaus brought Marcel home and chose to dagger him for the sake of that boy. Thinking about Marcel and the choice he made that day both brought the feeling of guilt to his heart, and Klaus realized he might have been unfair and treated his youngest brother so poorly. And the destruction of their relationship was on him to blame.
Kol picked himself a book from the shelf and was studying it, there was a lot of stuff from the modern age that he needed to catch up with. Then he looked up when sensing some tense and uneasy sentiments from his elder brother and keenly understood what was going on in his mind. He threw his book away and came closer to Klaus's direction.
"This is boring me. What about you stopping your Piccasso pastime for once and joining me doing something actually fun?"
Klaus's eyes slightly widened. He put his brush down and went to Kol, spoke indifferently. "What do you have in mind?"
Kol took off his jacket and let it drop on the floor, stepping closer to his brother. "I don't know, we could go to a bar and have some drinks, as usual. Or…" He pushed himself sitting on a nearby table, eyed suggestively on the hybrid. "You and I, we could just stay here and make some supernatural intimate connections. As usual."
Klaus stared at him, completely stunned by Kol's recommendation. It's not like he thought it was a completely insane idea because they are literally brothers or they had never crossed this line before, but given how messed up and distraught their last time was, he had never thought that Kol would ever be the one who offered to do it again. Klaus flinched at the image of his little brother squirming under him, moaning and screaming desperately, and somehow it gave him both anxious and turned on at the same time.
Klaus reluctantly settled his hands on either side of Kol's space so Kol's smaller body was trapped between his arms, and looked at him in his eyes. "Are you sure?"
Kol titled his head and blinked innocently. "Hmm… If you want to. And if you want me to go, then I would go." The expression on his face almost looked like submission, muttering "I would let you do whatever you want to me", and it made Klaus feel harder than ever before.
"So what's gonna be, Nik? Going? Or staying?" He whispered seductively on Klaus's ears.
Klaus growled, roughly grabbed Kol on his collar and kissed him passionately. The taste of the vampire's lips is rather more tasty than blood, Klaus groaned satisfiedly as he slipped his tongue in deeper and pushed Kol's knees open so he could stand between his legs. Kol returned the kiss passively and swallowed every sound of Klaus's grunt into his throat, he knew very well how his brother liked to take control.
Klaus broke away from the kiss to pull his own shirt over his head, then immediately went back on kissing Kol again. Klaus's hands curled around his brother's neck, then exploring his back slowly until he ripped off his brown shirt from behind.
Kol let out a surprised moan, he put his hand on Klaus's waist and pulled their body against each other while his big brother impatiently tore all pieces of cloth out of his bare skin. Kol took a quick breath when Klaus started to move his lips to the most vulnerable part of his neck and sucked it eagerly, probably leaving some dark bruises behind the rough kisses.
Kol inhaled harshly and arched his back as Klaus pushed him down onto the table, opened his thighs and entered inside him. He suddenly felt like having some sort of recurrence while Klaus pinned him down on the surface and brushed his werewolf fangs over his collarbone. The vampire took his breath and tried to calm himself down, he chuckled internally when he remembered that he had just escaped hell, and the very most horrible crimes he had done was fucking his own brother. There was no doubt that he would be dragged straight to the hellfire once he put his first step on the afterlife's land. But he knew that was what he had to do, if he wanted to get what he wanted. Kol came back with the determination to keep everyone in this family alive, to fix everything that was broken, and he could only do that if he got them to listen to him to some extent. His paranoid brother was a tough one, since it was proven by Elijah and Rebekah that obeying him blindly wouldn't work, Kol had to have Klaus's ass handed to him with every chance he got, but enough to not drive him out of his mind. Klaus craved power. He craved control. And Kol was going to give it to him in his endurance.
Then all of a sudden a glimpse of thought that he might have forgotten something slipping through his mind. When was the time his brother having sex with a werewolf who gave birth to his niece again?
His distraction soon was interrupted by a hard bite on his shoulder, Kol yelped frightenedly and realized there were only human teeth. He flicked his eyes to Klaus in confusion and seeing Klaus was staring at him, an unamused look on his face. The hybrid smirked evilly.
"It appears like I have to put more effort into pleasing you. You seem like not feeling the fun, baby brother."
Kol opened his mouth in protests then instantly was shut up by a rough kiss, he closed his eyes breathlessly as Klaus lifted his legs wider and pounded into him senselessly. After a couple years of being left alone together and experimenting things, Klaus already knew where Kol's weakest and most sensitive spot was. Klaus held Kol by his hip and rocked into his prostate, he picked up his pace every minute, watching his younger brother gasp and cry out, eyes mixing in both anger and lust.
It was going on for God knew how long. Werewolves had been known as the most horny creature ever existed on Earth, and they were able to continue fucking or stop whenever they want. Klaus also had reputation of being an incredible long hour sex partner, but he'd never experienced this kind of hunger before.
From the beginning, his little brother was always the unpredictable and reckless one, but it had been a simple task for Klaus to stay ahead of the game and figure out what kind of coin he was playing. But ever since he was falling for that sickhead cheeky bastard, everything went down to the scratchy and incomprehensible path. His brother had changed, he no longer just sought for self-entertainment and his siblings' attention, but rather followed his own track and had his personal ambition. Kol had more power now, and somehow even more cunning and sneaky than before, Klaus was not able to just dagger him and put him back in the box every time he had troubles in dealing with him anymore.
It had been irritating for the hybrid to show Kol who was in charge, who was the more powerful one for a long time, but ironically the only time Klaus didn't have to handle Kol's antics was in bed. The one time that his younger brother seemed to be genuinely obedient and willing to please him with all the way possible. Klaus growled while he dug his claw into Kol's abdomen and fucked him from behind, taking it hard and deep, watching Kol scratch his fingernails helpless against the sheet and exhaustively breath out from the repetitive climax.
When it was finally settled, the morning came. Klaus was holding another glass of wine, watching Kol sleep peacefully beside him. Right now Kol wasn't the same as he used to be everyday - a tough, annoying and chaotic pain in the ass. He looked so young and innocent, and reminded Klaus of a naive, sweet and full of bright boy his little brother used to be when they were human. Klaus gently stroked his baby brother's messy hair out of his forehand and sighed, getting a pang of guilt for what he had just done. What the bloody hell was he thinking?
As soon as he made a move to leave the bed, Kol abruptly woke up from his deep sleep.
"Where are you going so early? Come back to bed." He rubbed his eyes lazily, sounded completely tired and drowsy.
"It's afternoon, you sleepyhead."
Kol blinked. "Right. I lost track of the time. Guess who is at fault for that?" He smiled sweetly and winked at his brother.
Klaus didn't seem to flinch at the flattery. He kept staring at Kol for a long moment and Kol titled his head confusedly. "Nik, what's wrong?"
Klaus squinted dangerously, then suddenly grabbed the vampire's neck and yanked it toward him. Kol knitted his brow a bit by the unexpected violent treatment, but didn't seem so surprised. Klaus leaned over, their faces were so close that they could feel each other's rapid breath, and the hybrid clenched his teeth.
"What kind of game are you playing? What do you want from me?"
Kol rolled his eyes. Of course his paranoid brother would be the only one in the world managing to be in the terrible mood and throwing a tantrum after a very mind-blowing sex. There was hardly anyone able to catch up with Klaus's switching temper as a spinning roller coaster, and Kol barely had enough energy to deal with this shit.
"As I had said, I was bored." Klaus gave him an unconvincing look, and Kol sighed. "And lonely. And you were lonely too. So, I might figure out that we could have been lonely together."
Klaus's chest twisted almost painfully at the confession, he let go of his hand but Kol soon gripped his wrist, pulled him back to the bed.
"Come on, go back to sleep. You look terribly grumpy."
He sounded patiently tender, both like coddling and talking down a stubborn child at the same time, and Klaus didn't know he should be either compromising or offended.
"What about your little Bennett witch? Have you been seeing her? Not to mention your psycho boyfriend you brought home to meet your family 100 years ago, haven't you found him yet?"
Some undefinable flashes through Kol's eyes at the mention of that name, he looked into the ceiling aimlessly.
"Bonnie and I, we came into an agreement that we wouldn't work. She is a nice girl, but his friends and our family basically had been trying to kill each other and succeed a few times , so that's the end. And Kai…" Kol sighed. "He's just not here."
Klaus scoffted silently at the knowledge that his brother might still clingy to that sorrowful memory after the humiliated break up over a decade ago. For some reason, he was surrounded by a bunch of backstabbing lovesick morons, and Kol, once again, happened to be the worst of them. But he wouldn't argue with Kol about it anymore, especially when they were having a moment.
They lay there in silence for a while. No one said anything, until Kol remembered he might have wiped out his niece's existence by accident, and he huffed a laugh. Klaus raised his eyebrows. "What's so funny?"
Kol stopped laughing, turned to look at him. "Nik, have you ever wanted to have a child?"
Klaus looked at Kol like he just grew two heads then rolled his eyes dramatically. "It seems like you are infected and driven insane by Rebekah's human life obsession. You tend to find love, plan a white wedding and drive off into the sunset with your husband now?"
"I don't mean me, arsehole. Just you. Do you want to?"
"Why asking?"
"No reason." Kol said with a thoughtful expression. "I just happen to think that you could have been a really good father."
Another weird compliment caused Klaus utterly stunned. Kol might be the rare one out of all the people able to make him speechless sometimes.
"So what? Are you telling me that you have been carrying my child? Do you ever have any idea about how werewolves produce babies?" Klaus tried to make a joke but failed terribly. But somehow it made Kol chuckle hysterically, then he turned his body over Klaus's side, his voice softened.
"Then show me."
A soft kiss was put on Klaus's lips, then some more slow and gentle ones. Kol let out a short breath and trailed those sinful lips down to Klaus's neck, the hybrid's collarbone, his chest and his belly. The vampire was kissing him so slow and tender, as if he was the most precious and fragile thing he'd ever known, while looking up to him with the eyes full of genuine and caring, as if they were making love, not just a meaningless hookup out of desperation. Deep down Klaus knew that all the tenderness wasn't for him, but it felt so good that he wanted to believe it was. The human part of Klaus longed for this kind of affection, but the wolf inside him just wanted to tackle Kol to the ground, ram inside him hard and gain back his control.
His internal struggling was disturbed when Kol started to work his mouth on his stick, Klaus groaned and fell his head back to the pillow as his little brother used his tongue so flexibly on him and stared at him with his submissive eyes. Right after the hybrid was close, Kol stopped sucking and licked his lips seductively, and when Klaus was about to throw another tantum at this little shit for his teasing, Kol already climbed on top of him and straddled himself onto his lap.
Kol let out a soft moan as he slowly sat on Klaus's erection, then put a hand on his abdomen while driving him. Klaus's eyes were never leaving the sight of his brother, his inner mind was processing how experience Kol might have been with this subject, and the anger coming out of nowhere started to fill up in his chest.
Klaus growled as he got up and grasped at Kol, turned his body around so Kol's back was leaning against his chest. Kol made a choked sound and cried out loud while the hybrid held him still by his neck and rocked into him roughly from behind. Klaus put a small kiss on the vampire's nape, smelled ecstasy with Kol's smooth sweaty behind and his odorous scent while constantly making brutal movements with his lower body.
"Nik, fuck… A…"
Kol trembled uncontrollably as he was about to climax, the vampire tried to reach his hand to finish himself off but immediately was slapped away. Klaus used his other arm to tie Kol's wrists around his body, smirked wickedly at him.
"No touching yourself."
Kol let out a whiny moan but didn't try to do it again, and Klaus smiled, putting a gentle kiss on his ear.
"Good boy."
A tear rolled down from Kol's cheek as he was shaking from his own orgarsm and while still being flooded into mercilessly. Klaus started to slow down his speed, Kol's eyes suddenly widened as he felt like something incredibly huge rubbed against his hole, and he realized there was a knot growing and about to poke into his entrance.
"What the hell…?"
"This is a reward for you for being so good, little brother. Haven't you been curious about how werewolves produce children? There it is. It is known as the mating process, and I would love to share this wonderful experience with you."
Kol opened his mouth in horror and shook his head frightenedly. He couldn't imagine how it was going to be if this thing was pushed into him. It was literally going to tear him in half.
"Ssshh… It's gonna be okay."
"Nik, please…"
Klaus licked his ear as he twisted into his waist to force the knot in, and Kol screamed, his tears welled up all over his face. He had never been so full and he had never known he was able to sink that deep. Kol choked out from both pain and pleasure, tried to breath again and Klaus gently massaged his intense body while slowly thrusting into and knotting him.
"Ssshhh… I've got you, love ."
It had continued for a long time. Kol had been screaming, panting, moaning and crying out for hours until he completely lost his voice and wasn't able to move anymore. He let out one last cry as Klaus reached his climax, coming inside so hard and deep that made him roll his eyes back into his head. Kol's head fell back and rested on the hybrid's shoulder as Klaus buried his face in Kol's neck, there were long moments of complete silence only broken by their raspy gasps.
"I'm not actually being pregnant, am I?" Kol asked dumbfoundedly, trying to reboot his brain. He couldn't even feel his legs anymore.
Klaus laughed. "That depends." Feeling the sound of Kol's heart beating fast in his chest reminded Klaus that his brother actually was here with him, that he wasn't alone. "So what's gonna be now, little brother? Have you wanted to go yet?"
Kol stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment, then closed his eyes. "I'm staying."
Since then, they had never been leaving that mansion and been fucking for three days "straight". Klaus had claimed his baby brother over and over again, pinning him over every surface he could find in the house, pushing him against the wall, bending him over the table, having sex in the shower and so on. Kol had lost count how many times he had been weeping while reaching his climax and nearly passing out as being fucked the brain out of him. Of course they did take a break sometimes, when Klaus was back to his moody self and began to continue his artist masterpieces, and Kol just silently sat beside him and played with his history of witches books. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they drank. They also were being interrupted once as Klaus's blondie vampire paid an unwelcome visit and whined about her prom dress.
When Kol started to grow worn out from his older brother's hormonal redundancy, their other elder brother finally showed up at the door to rescue his ass.
"Niklaus!"
Klaus grumbled something unpleasant while he was hurriedly putting his shirt on, and Kol was just taking a quick glance at the closet to find anything of Klaus's he could wear, since all his clothes had been ripped off in pieces by the hybrid during all the penetrates.
As soon as he took a step in the living room, Klaus shot his elder brother a very annoyed gaze.
"What are you doing here brother? Finally giving up on finding happiness with your little backstabbing doppelganger?"
"Niklaus, we don't have time for debates. There is an emergency, we need to go back to New Orleans. Now."
"What's the hurry?"
Elijah was about to open his mouth to explain, then immediately stopped when he noticed Kol's existence, who was folding his arms and leaning against the nearby door. Kol raised his brows at the deliberate pause, smiled sweetly at his second older brother.
"Hello Elijah."
Elijah's eyes darkened at Kol's appearance, looking him up and down, eyes stopping suspiciously at the very familiar shirt he was wearing. While Klaus looked a bit startled, Kol ignored the tension as he was walking past both of them, landing himself at the cozy seat.
"Don't mind me, brother, go on. What is the bloody mess in New Orleans then?"
Kol's fingernails tapped on the leather fabric rhythmically while he tried to remember the event that had happened at that time. His brothers came back to New Orleans, reunited with Marcel, Nik tried to take back his city, dearest mother and father both raised from the dead… The last time a bunch of witches kidnapped the werewolf girl who was carrying his brother's child, the beginning of all the chaos, so what was it about now?
"There is a witch in New Orleans called Jane-Anne Deveraux plotting a move against our brother. She claimed to have our sister - Rebekah now."
Kol had to use all of his resistance to fight the urge of slamming his head over his hand. Of course, why not, we were living in a nonsensical universe where an Original could be easily taken down by any mediocre groupie. Hearing enough of Klaus swearing angrily and bawling with all the dramatic threats that he could come up with, Kol rolled his eyes and got up from his chair.
"What are we waiting for? Pack your bags, Nik. There would be a long road ahead."
He looked at his brothers who were both turning to stare at him with a shocked expression, there was a determined flame in his eyes.
"We're going to have our family back."