Pairing: Klaus/Marcel (M/M) otk, stick
New Orleans, Louisiana
1821
Celeste was dead. Elijah had been too late. She was lying the the bathtub dead. He pressed his forehead against her and screamed. It was his fault
After Celeste had warned him about Klaus and his dueling activities, Elijah had confronted him at the dueling grounds for all the deaths.
"Brother, please, this is high folly!" Elijah cried as his brother killed another local aristocrat, who had no chance against the ancient vampire.
Elijah went on to say that Mikael would hear of this. Klaus told Elijah to relax. He had created a rumor to send word overseas that the bodies were the result of the local witches seeking blood sacrifice for their rituals. Elijah knew then what Klaus had done. He had sent his minions to rouse the witches and kill them. Elijah asked him if he remembered that Celeste was one of them. Klaus smirked and asked who Celeste was feigning ignorance. Then, Klaus acted like he suddenly recalled her.
"Well, fear not. Harlots are like rats in the quarter. You trip over one every step you take," Klaus laughed. Elijah took the revolver and shot Klaus.
Tyler felt nothing. No change, no remorse, just nothing. The witch was dead, her neck tilted at an odd angle. Then, he noticed the chaos around him. The vampires were stirring and waking up disoriented.
He ran over to Matt and Jeremy. Jeremy's neck looked broken.
Elena was screaming, "Does he have the ring on?" Stefan, himself barely awake, lifted his hand and saw that Jeremy had the Gilbert ring on that would protect him from death at the hands of supernaturals.
"Matt!" Tyler yelled.
Matt was groaning in pain, but alive. How was that possible? Stefan was about to give Matt his blood when Matt's blue eyes opened wide.
"He's healing!" Stefan said in awe.
Kol vamped over to Davina who was in shock.
"Are you okay, luv? Did she hurt you? I'll rip her bleedin' head off," Kol glowered.
"I'm fine. The bitch is dead. T-Tyler snapped her neck," Davina shuddered burying her head in his shoulder.
Kol whispered to her, "If anything happened to you-."
"D., where are you?" Marcel cried, pulling her away from Kol. "I thought for a second she got you."
"Never. She's gone. I just hope she didn't have a chance to body jump again," Davina cautioned.
Klaus woke and surveyed the scene. Elijah was beside him starting at Celeste's corpse- again. They made sure that everyone was okay. Matt was healing quickly from the vampire blood Elijah had given him earlier. Alaric also had a Gilbert ring on that Elena's biological mother, Isobel. Stefan compelled Jenna to forget the whole thing.
"Let's store the body in the tomb for now. Who knows? It could come in handy later," Elijah said. Celeste's dead eyes stared up at him. This was not the woman he had loved, she would never do this. The real Celeste had died in 1821.
"Everyone seems alright. If anyone asks to have another bloody cook-out, I will explode. They never seem to end well, do they? Freya's with the younger boys inside?" Klaus asked.
"I believe so. Celeste must have had the power of the ancestors and the rest of the coven with her to be able to knock us all out like that. Or else she was doing sacrificial magic. She was powerful in life, but in death, she is frightening," Elijah scoffed.
"I'm sorry, brother. My cursed jealousy put us in danger again," Klaus said putting a hand on his arm.
"Niklaus, it was 200 years ago. As she said, I forgave you. If you could but forgive yourself... We will hunt down every French Quarter witch and put their heads on pikes if that is what we need to do. Calm yourself. We are now at war, and the witches are formidable foes. But we have Davina now and the Strix army, if we need them. This murderous coven shall fall for this," Elijah pledged.
"Indeed. I am only sorry that Tyler triggered his werewolf curse. Maybe this is the time to break the sun and the moon curse? If Tyler was a hybrid, he wouldn't have to turn unless he wanted to. Damn them. To do all this, in order to reap the power of one teenage girl? And Matt? What if you hadn't given him your blood? And Jeremy if didn't have on his family ring? This could have been...," Klaus finished.
"It's done. You can't think like this. Let me get this body to the tomb. You go on into the house, see to the family," Elijah dictated.
Klaus nodded and headed inside.
"Matt, how are you feeling?" Klaus asked checking his neck.
"Great, it's like I started healing right away. I felt it snap but then, I was okay" Matt stated.
"Good. Have you talked to Abby?" Klaus asked with caution.
"Yeah, she called my cell to blast me for never picking her up. She's alive and well. So who the heck was who I thought was Abby?" Matt asked.
"An old witch I had killed two centuries ago. She must have cast a glamour spell to appear to be your friend Abby. I guess this Celeste really holds a grudge," Klaus said as Tyler approached him.
"Hey, Dad, sorry about...you know," Tyler said helplessly.
"Son, do not worry. We'll try to break the curse. We have almost a month. Now about you rushing into danger like, what is his name, Rambo...That will shall discuss later. But about the curse, if Elena would donate her blood, albeit again, and we can get the moonstone, we have a chance of turning you into a hybrid," Klaus promised.
"You mean the moonstone my Uncle Mason had, that my father had hidden in his office?" Tyler asked. He maybe had been a little out of line, but his aggression kicked in and he wanted to fight. He couldn't just sit back as his family was threatened. Tyler was pretty sure that his dad wouldn't see it that way.
"Actually, I have the moonstone now," Elijah admitted coming in the back door.
"How did you get it?" Klaus asked.
"Long story! I stole it from Nicole, the maid/witch who tried to dagger you," Elijah recalled.
"Good," Klaus said. "That's a start. We'll talk to Bonnie and see if she thinks it is possible to work out a spell to stop Tyler from turning."
Rebekah and Marcel both tucked in Davina.
"Are you sure you are okay, luv?" Rebekah asked for the tenth time.
"Yes, I'm fine. When I lifted that bi-, I mean witch into the air, I felt great. All the power came out, like erupted. I smashed her to the ground. I only wish I would have killed her so Tyler didn't have to trigger his curse. But Marcel, you shouldn't have tried to save me. You almost got staked. Thank you, though," Davina said sincerely.
"Yes, Marcel, that was rather impetuous of you. I'm sure Nik will have something to say about it later," Rebekah scolded him.
"Yeah, he always does," Marcel admitted.
"You guys don't have to stay if you don't want to," Davina said softly.
"No, we'll stay until you fall asleep," Rebekah smiled smoothing back her hair.
"Dream of those witch heads you wanted, D. Cause I guarantee that whole coven just signed their death warrants," Marcel promised.
"They tried to kill me once before. They are not good people," Davina uttered sleepily.
Davina fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Klaus ran through the night in his head over and over again. He started to fume when he thought of Marcel's near death. He also remembered shouting at Tyler to stop, who completely disregarded his orders. Yet they all needed their rest tonight, if they could find it, for he could not.
Klaus went to the study and poured himself a drink. 1821. He knew Elijah was "knocking around" with the pretty witch. For the first time in hundreds of years, Elijah was out more than in. He had a spring to his step. Instead of being happy for his brother, he was enraged. How dare he? Klaus killed noble after noble at the dueling grounds. If he won, he won, but if he lost, he won anyway. It was a stupid game. The bodies piled up. Elijah hadn't even noticed. But Mikael might have, word of irregular deaths always seemed to attract his attention. So the witches had to pay because Elijah was sneaking around with one of them and Klaus didn't like it.
After he had Celeste killed, he was afraid Elijah would not come home. But he did come, just not the same. He didn't speak much. Elijah was...destroyed, shattered, dead. In his own way, Klaus tried to apologize, he stopped the duels, attended to business, and kept the household running. Then, Klaus realized that instead of blaming him, Elijah blamed himself for her death. He assumed that Elijah forgave him, but now he realized that Elijah never blamed Klaus. He didn't deserve Elijah, not at all.
"Stop it, brother," Elijah said coming into the study and picking up the glass of amber liquor Klaus had poured for him.
"I cannot help it, Elijah. You should have left us in 1821. Why did you stay? And do not tell me it was your fault that I killed your lover," Klaus demanded.
"It was my fault. I abandoned our family to play house with Celeste. It was doomed from the start. A witch and a vampire? Please...I did love her, but apparently not enough to save her from myself," Elijah confided.
"I wish you would have screamed at me, shot me again, or even thrashed me for what I did...but instead, you let it go. You took it all into yourself, you held on to your pain," Klaus said sadly.
"I couldn't be that angry at you, brother. Every time I would start to blame you, I thought of the first time I thought Father was going to kill you. I wish that I would have struck him dead then. And thrash you? All I ever wanted to do what protect you from pain. You took more pain than any of us ever did or could. You never deserved any of that. You were innocent and good and kind. I could never bring myself to raise a hand against you, even when I probably should have," Elijah admitted.
"Elijah, he was a Viking warrior and you were just a boy. All we really wanted was Mikael's love and acceptance. I got the beatings, but you never got a good word from him either. I never wanted any of you to pity me. I became the beast he took me for, for a time, but that is not excuse. I should not have done so many of the things I did. Always and forever or not, I am sorry," Klaus specified.
"Brother, I never stood by you because of pity, but because of love. Our past has come back tonight to bite us in the proverbial backside. Yet, we prevailed. We cannot let our mistakes haunt us. We must learn from them and go forward to crush our enemies. I swear to you that I will not leave your side, but I need you here with me now. Not thinking of 1821 again. We must keep focus on the present as we have much to discuss. But I do accept your apology," Elijah said sincerely.
"Thank you, Elijah. You are right as always. I assume, we need to tap into our witch sources and see just who sent Celeste. Then, perhaps we need to find out more about this Reaping," Klaus said getting up and leaning against the desk.
"That's a good start. I brought in the stake that Celeste fired at Marcel. It's soaked in vervain," Elijah said dropping it on the desk with his handkerchief.
"We've destroyed almost all known sources of it. The only one I know if is the small supply that the Salvatore's grow under their boarding house to throw the town council off. Could Celeste have gotten those wretched hunters involved in her plot?" Klaus said, touching the stake and hissing in pain.
"It's a possibility. If they know that Alaric, Damon, and Carol Lockwood are compromised then we might need some fresh faces on the council to plant. I wish we could just wipe them all out, but with it being a nationwide network, that would just alert the other chapters," Elijah declared.
"Yes, well, let us rest. For tomorrow, I have two disobedient sons to deal with," Klaus frowned.
"Niklaus, Marcellus was foolish but he was acting from instinct. You can tell how much he and Rebekah have taken to the Davina. Your 'little warrior" has more courage than restraint," Elijah mused.
"Yes, but in the battles to come, we can't have him and Tyler disobeying us to play the hero so boldly. When I think of them and what could have happened...," Klaus set his glass down so hard it cracked.
"I know. You are right, of course. I would offer to help out, but you are the one they disobeyed, so I suppose you should be the one to discipline them," Elijah smiled sadly.
"Perhaps I could borrow your infamous paint stick? I think a few lashes across the back of their thighs will teach them to mind me the next time I give them instructions," Klaus finished.
"Here, it's in the closet. Just hide it when you are finished, Rebekah is still looking to burn it," Elijah admitted.
"Our stubborn little sister might be needing it to use across the Harvest witch's bum soon. She's quite the fighter. Did you see her and Kol? I'm not even sure Marcel noticed but Kol only had eyes for her after the attack," Klaus said finding the paint stick and putting it on the desk.
"Didn't I say that things never turn out well between a witch and a vampire?" Elijah remarked at they went back to bed.
The next morning everyone was buzzing about the attack. When the younger boys got up, Freya shushed everyone to keep it down.
Elijah made a big breakfast and even Henrik seemed to eat quite a bit. Klaus couldn't help but notice the nervous glances he was getting from Marcel. Marcel knew that anytime he put his own life in danger, his father would always want to have a chat with him. Tyler seemed in good spirits.
After breakfast, everyone seemed to want to get out of the house. Matt and Jeremy went to the Gilbert place. Elena was still freaked out that Jeremy's neck got broken. The rest of the family was planning on going to the movies and then out to eat with Elijah. Marcel glanced at Klaus who shook his head slightly.
"Hey, Rebekah, I need to stay here and talk strategy with Klaus. You, guys, go ahead," Marcel said quietly.
"No, Marcel, I want you to come. You said you wanted to see the movie," Davina cried.
"If it's good, we'll go see it again. Just the two of us. Have fun, D.," Marcel said kissing her cheek.
"Come on, luv. If we don't leave now, we'll miss the trailers. They are often better than the movie," Kol said grabbing her arm. She elbowed him and laughed as they walked out.
Marcel looked back sharply and watched them walk out together. Kol was being awfully friendly to Davina. He didn't like it. Yet, Marcel had other matters on his mind right now.
"Tyler, stay back too, please. Go on up to your room. We need to talk," Klaus announced as everyone started heading towards the vehicles. Elijah came back in to get something.
Tyler looked surprised and then saw Marcel's face. He knew he was going to be sporting a red butt tonight. So much then for a date with Caroline.
"Dad, come on. Really? I killed that bitch dead and I would do it again. Please!" Tyler huffed.
"Tyler, please. I do not wish to argue with you. Now move, up to your room," Klaus repeated patiently.
To Marcel, Klaus said, "Take a minute and meet me in my study." Klaus walked off not looking back at Tyler. He was upset about having to do this and having second thoughts.
"Goddamn it! This is bullshit. I'm not going," Tyler fumed, thinking no one could hear him save Marcel.
Elijah heard this as he was leaving and vamped over to him.
"Tyler, *smack* I have had enough with your attitude *smack* and language. When you are told to do something, you best march. *smack* This is preciously the problem *smack*, you not listening and thinking you know best," Elijah had turned him to swat his backside as he lectured him.
The smacks were hard enough to raise Tyler to his toes. He also threw his hand back to protect his backside, but Elijah just swatted his thighs.
In a lower voice, Elijah said, "Now, this is not easy for your father. For all of us, Tyler. I know you are angry, but can you trust us to know what is best for you?"
Tyler was rubbing his smarting rear end and tearing up, not from the smacks, but from the embarrassment. Marcel was standing there awkwardly watching.
"This goes for you also, Marcellus. You are both very brave, but we can't have you throwing your lives away trying to be heroes. This battle with the witches is just beginning," Elijah cautioned.
"Got it," Tyler said with his head down.
"I'm not sure you do yet, but you will. Now go up to your room like you were told. And when your father comes in, you need to have your nose in the corner and your naughty bottom bare. That's your punishment from me for the cursing and attitude," Elijah warned.
"But? I-I-," Tyler started to protest until he saw the serious look on Elijah's face.
"Yes, Uncle Elijah," Tyler answered his face blazing and his hand balled up in fists.
"I need to go, but we'll take later. Marcellus, please, try not to give your father too hard of a time," Elijah pleaded, vamping away quickly since everyone was waiting for him in the cars.
Tyler rubbed away some stray tears. Marcel got up and crossed over to him and put his arm around him.
"Hey man, I'm like 200 years old and about to get my ass handed to me. I have a lot more to be embarrassed about than you," Marcel said smiling.
Tyler nodded, "Thanks, man. At least everyone else is gone. I guess I better get up there." Tyler let it sink in for a minute that Klaus was probably going to also spank Marcel?! Who was a vampire and old? If that was the case, then Tyler was never going to outgrow this shit.
"Hey, it could be worse! We could be getting it together. I'd say be strong but I'm sure I'll be crying like a little girl in a couple of minutes," Marcel admitted.
Tyler laughed, "Yes, man. I hear you. Good luck and thanks."
Marcel knocked and waited for Klaus to say 'come in' before entering. Marcel noticed the paint stick, the stake with a cloth wrapped around it, and a glass jar of something sitting on the desk. There was also an egg timer. Marcel couldn't recall if that was something new or had been there.
"Guess that stuff is for me," Marcel said pointing.
"Yes, son. You aren't going to like it, but I had Freya mix up a batch of slow healing salve. The bane of a misbehaving vampire," Klaus said standing.
"So trying to save Davina and my family is now considered misbehaving? Are you serious?" Marcel snapped.
"Marcellus, must we go through this song and dance again? You know when you put your life in danger, I will punish you. What would you do if Davina endangered her life? Throw her a party?" Klaus threw out.
"No, Klaus, I would not throw her a party. I would have a talk with her," Marcel admitted.
"Well, son. Let's have a talk then. Sadly, for you, this one shall be without your trousers," Klaus said clapping his hands once.
Marcel flushed hotly as he unbuckled his belt and undid his pants and took them off. He recalled Elijah pleaded with them not to make this harder for Klaus than it had to be. Easier said than done, when it was your ass. Klaus took his pants and folded them on the desk. Marcel was wearing stretchy boxers that Rebekah had bought for him. He really didn't want to take them down, but Klaus indicated for him to hurry.
Marcel started to slip them down and then couldn't do it.
"Look, Klaus. I get it. It was stupid of me to almost get myself staked. Isn't the close brush with death punishment enough?" Marcel argued.
"That's one. Boxers down," Klaus said.
"One what?" Marcel said irritated.
"One extra minute you are getting spanked for arguing with me. Two," Klaus said calmly.
"What? Come on. You're counting down! That's what the timer is for," Marcel shouted.
"Three. That's three solid more minutes over my knee with my hand on your bare fanny spanking you. I suggest you pull down your pants and get over my knee before I get to four," Klaus warned sitting down on the couch near the desk.
Marcel yanked down his underwear to his knees and threw himself over Klaus' lap. Marcel's hands were on the floor as were his legs, as the couch was low to the ground.
"Now, I'm going to put the salve on. It's going to be just like you are human for a few minutes. I think you used to learn better from a good spanking back then. Maybe this is why," Klaus muttered.
Marcel jerked a little as Klaus smoothed the cool cream over his upturned behind and thighs. He was tense and clenching. Klaus flipped up Marcel's shirt to reveal his whole bottom. After he was done, he patting him softly.
"Relax. You are so tense. We're going to take care of those witches. They won't come after her again so soon. Freya is there and the others to protect her. Davina's not going to be any better off if you get yourself killed, is she?" Klaus asked softly.
Smack!
"No, Klaus," Marcus answered feeling the burn of that one firm smack. Not healing immediately let the sting linger in a way it didn't usually when Marcel's vampire healing was in full effect.
"I'm going to set this timer for two minutes and give you a break to catch your breath," Klaus said resting his hand on his backside.
"Please, Klaus, I'm sorry," Marcel whined unable to stop himself.
. . . .
Klaus was barely smacking him, Marcel raised his head to look behind him wondering what was going on. He was gotten harder spankings when he was a human boy from Elijah. This was an odd feeling in comparison to the strong whacks he typically got first when Klaus was spanking him. The light smacks gradually started to build up into a slow burn after thirty or forty, Marcel shifted a little. Klaus was spanking in a random pattern and after the first minute, Marcel became a little alarmed at the sting increasing on his bottom. He started to move his hips a little from side to side which only cause Klaus to pull him in tighter with his left arm. The smacks began to start hurting more and more until Marcel was squirming uncomfortably. The timer dinged.
"That was two minutes. One more to go and then we will begin your real spanking for almost getting yourself killed, young man," Klaus said rubbing more salve into his behind.
"Papa, please. That stuff really works. I'm not healing. It hurts a lot," Marcel whined. The burning was not decreasing.
"I know, son. I hope this is the last time I have to spank you for this. We need you, but we need you alive," Klaus said turning the timer for one more minute.
smack. smack. smack. smack. smack. smack.
One again, Marcel got the quick, little smacks that gradually built up on his sensitive behind. He found himself kicking and pushing up a little and fighting to keep his hands in front of him. He couldn't say how many times he had gotten another spanking later than evening for trying to cover his behind or otherwise misbehaving during his punishment. Marcel could never figure out how he could take fighting and sparring injuries without a care, but a few smacks on his rear caused him to jump out of his skin. Marcel grunted and tried to push himself up.
"Settle yourself, we have a long way to go," Klaus warned.
Marcel moaned and exhaled when the timer when off again.
"Okay, now we can start your original spanking. I'm going to skip the long lecture and let my hand and this paint paddle do the talking," Klaus said pinning Marcel's legs by throwing his right leg over them. Klaus' left arm was pinning Marcel close to him.
"Okay, take a breathe," Klaus said bringing his hand down from side to side on both Marcel's now darkening cheeks. Klaus swatted the same spots over and over again until he heard Marcel's breath hitch. Then, he lowered his swats to target the tender under curve of his behind. He was starting to spank harder and slower.
Marcel was biting his lip and trying to take it, but when Klaus started spanking him in the center of his behind across both cheeks for then hard swats, he lost it. Klaus heard his son wail and wanted to stop, but forced himself to continue the spanking.
Marcel couldn't move or shift due to Klaus' legs and arm keeping him in place.
"Papa, p-please. It h-hurts so b-bad," Marcel wailed. He no longer felt any shame, he just wanted the assault on his searing behind to end. It felt like hot flames were licking the area in a continuous burn. He heard the smacks one after another, but the pain in his rear felt continuous. It must be the effects of the salve, slowing his healing.
Klaus paused to give him a chance to catch his breath.
"I know how much you care about Davina, you saved her and wish to save her again. But you almost died Marcel. Do you know this stake is coated in vervain? It almost ended you last night. I can't have that. Now, I'm going to end with the stick. I'm going to unlock my legs and smack your thighs so you remember this when you sit today as a reminder to mind me when I give you an order," Klaus said rearranging Marcel's backside over his right knee. Klaus picked up the flat paint paddle and lined it up with Marcel's sit spots.
Thwack! Thwack!
"No, p-please!" Marcel cried.
Marcel yelled out and his legs pinwheeled as Klaus paddled him hard and fast with the stick on his sit spots and then on his upper thighs. Marcel bucked and tried to jerk away from the stick but Klaus only pulled him in closer and gave him a few firmer whacks.
"P-Papa, s-sorry, please, stop," Marcel wailed as the spanking continued unabated. Klaus knew that Marcel needed to think of this the next time he wanted to disobey him.
Klaus brought the paddle up to Marcel's cheeks and brought it down again both hard ten more times as Marcel pounded the floor with his fists and kicked. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Only when Klaus saw welts and deep red, almost purple marks on Marcel's behind, did he stop the vigorous spanking that had started so gently.
"I'm almost tempted to swat you with this vervain soaked stake that almost went into your heart, but I can't bring myself to. I love you so much, Marcel. When I saw what you did last night, I saw your death. I know you want to protect Davina. You can, but we have to do in a smart way. We will get our revenge, but not at the cost of your life," Klaus said. Klaus slowly lifted Marcel up and into his arms. He let his sore backside hang off the side of Klaus's thigh, but Marcel winced when his thighs came to rest on Klaus' hard thighs. Marcel rubbed what he could of his bottom, but nothing helped alleviate the aching burn. His bottom just throbbed.
"It hurts so much, P-Papa. I'm s-sorry. I won't do it again. Don't be m-mad," Marcel cried as Klaus cuddled him on the couch. Klaus wiped the tears from his face and grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch to wrap him in.
"Papa's here. Shh, I'm not mad, my dear. I just got frightened," Klaus rocked him and held Marcel to him like he had when he was sick or hurt as a child. Klaus had certainly never had the heart to thrash him a tenth this hard when he was a boy, there were a few times Elijah was harder on him, but never Klaus.
"Now, I want you to take a little rest on this couch while I go see Tyler. I mean it Marcel, you rest. I'm not sure you can take another spanking today on that bottom, but I'm not against giving you another punishment. It might be hard for you to write lines or stand in the corner when everyone else is around tonight, so I suggest you let yourself sleep," Klaus warned.
Marcel whined and hissed a little as Klaus set him on his stomach on the couch and covered him with the soft blanket. He had long since kicked off his boxers. Klaus leaned over to kiss his head and warned him to nap. For once, Marcel did not argue and fell into a deep, contented sleep.