Pairing: Elijah/Kol (M/M) spoon, Klaus/Rebekah (M/F) brush
Mikaelson Compound
New Orleans, Louisiana, 1913
Rebekah barely came out of her room over the next few days. She wouldn't talk to Klaus, barely spoke to Elijah, Kol, or even Marcel. With Rebekah in the grips of melancholia, the whole household seemed subdued. The household staff became worried. Cook confronted Klaus.
"Master, if I may as, where might Miss Rebekah be? She hasn't been eating the food on her trays. Is she feeling poorly?" Cook asked sternly.
"Yes, Cook. She is a little ill, but nothing catching. I assure you," Klaus answered. There had been an outbreak of yellow fever recently and he wondered if the staff thought Rebekah had it.
"Can I get her something? Anything for the miss?" Cook pressed.
"No thank you, Cook. Thank you for your concern. The goose last night was exquisite, by the way," Klaus added.
"Thank you, Master Klaus," Cook said backing away.
Klaus found Elijah reading in the parlor.
"Elijah, the servants must think our sister has yellow fever. Cook confronted me about her health," Klaus whispered as Elijah tilted down his newspaper.
"What? That preposterous," Elijah responded.
"I know. What shall we do? It's all if someone has died around here. We finally achieve peace in New Orleans, witches, wolves, and vampires, and we have no peace in our own home!" Klaus ranted pacing from side to side.
"Hmm," Elijah said going back to his newspaper.
"This is just...childish of Rebekah to fuss so. I forbade her from playing with her favorite toy and now she's throwing a fit. I ought to treat her just like the spoiled brat she is acting like-," Klaus fumed.
Elijah murmured, "Hmm."
"Is that all you can say today is hmm? For God sake's man, our family is in a crisis, you are acting like an imbecile, my son tries to betray me, our sister is throwing a fit and-," Klaus growled.
"And what are you behaving like, Niklaus, hmm? Tell me. I am truly interested in your interpretation because I can clearly see that I shall have no peace today. What are you behaving like?" Elijah asked icily.
"Me? You dare question me? I am the one holding us together right now," Klaus said as if that was obvious.
"Could you perhaps 'hold us together' from your quarters? Because as you can see? No one else wants to be held together right now by you. And I for one would like to read in peace without your incessant chatting," Elijah replied.
"Are you telling me to go to my room, Brother?" Klaus asked in disbelief.
"If you won't, I will. You stay, Niklaus, I shall go," Elijah said getting up.
"No, Elijah, you had the room. Allow me to remove myself from your eminent presence. I was going to go paint anyway," Klaus huffed as he left. He kicked the door on his way out.
"Control yourself, Brother," Elijah snapped.
"Painting is a metaphor for control," Klaus mumbled.
Elijah threw down his newspaper. His family was going to cause him to murder someone today.
"Kol, it's me. Let me in," Marcel whispered.
"What do you want, Marcellus?" Kol said wearily.
"To talk. I know what you did," Marcel stated plainly.
"Shhh, shut up. Get in here," Kol said opening the door and grabbing him.
"I can see how busy you are in here," Marcel said sarcastically. Kol had just been starting up at the ceiling. He was thinking and feeling terrible.
"So what did I do, mate? If you know why don't you tell your Papa? I'm sure you would like to see me get a worse whipping that you got," Kol speculated.
"Kol, man, why would I want that? Sometimes I think all you Mikaelsons are crazy. Completely insane," Marcel ranted.
"Marcel, look, do you want me to say I regret it? Fine, I regret it. But it is too late now," Kol shrugged.
"Look, if you really hate me as much as you act like you do sometimes, then help me here. If you can join with me to talk to Rebekah, maybe you can get her to run away with me. Obviously, Klaus is never gonna let us go. I see that now. You don't want me here. Two birds, one stone," Marcel said lightly.
"You forgot the part where I would be losing my baby sister? Does that not mean anything to you?" Kol prodded.
"Kol, your Bex is not stupid. She knows it was you, too, who got us busted and got my ass beat. She ain't happy with you one bit. And does she seem happy to you. If you really love your sister, don't you want to see her happy?" Marcel pressed.
"Of course I do. Marcel, I know you think you're the prince of here and all so smart, but you don't know Mikael. You don't know what he will do to us if he finds us," Kol remarked.
"But doesn't he really just want Klaus? So would he kill Rebekah? Plus, if we are on the run, he's not gonna find us," Marcel reasoned.
"True, but you would have Mikael and Nik looking for you. What kind of life is that?" Kol demanded.
"What kind of life is this? We try to live the way we want and are told it's too dangerous and not allowed. Is this even living? Or are we in a prison? I'm worried about Rebekah. I don't know what to do here," Marcel admitted.
"Why are you coming to me?" Kol asked. He wondered if this was a set up.
"Look, Kol. You have been right to be angry with how you get treated around here sometimes. I know, the night of the wolf bite, that was on me. I truly apologized, but you can't let it go. If you can forgive me for that, I'll let the whupping I got the other night go. You know I didn't deserve that," Marcel insisted.
"I'm sorry, Marcellus. You didn't. I was angry and all I could think of was getting revenge. I didn't think of the consequences with Niklaus. He truly fears losing you more than anything. That's why he thrashed you so hard. I'm not defending what he did, but he did it out of his love for you. And I'd be lying if I didn't say that I wished my family cared about me as much as they care about you," Kol concluded.
"Kol, this cannot go on like this. You gotta go have your own life. Find a woman who likes you for you, be happy. Get away from your brothers. This life we're living, it is suffocating at times. Help Rebekah and me, and we will help you," Marcel pleaded.
"What do you need me to do?" Kol asked.
A few weeks later, the preparations were made. To ring in the year 1913, the Mikaelsons were having a New Year's Party. All of the top society of humans, wolves, witches, and vampires would be there.
"There's a pretty witch for you, Niklaus. The brunette," Elijah suggested.
"Young, old, dead, or alive, witches are a pain in the arse," Klaus sniped. He missed Genevieve for a moment, her red hair, her body, and her voice. Hadn't he met her at a party like this?
Klaus had been in a foul mood since he found Marcel and Rebekah's house plans. Rebekah had rebounded, but there was still a distances.
Kol and Marcel almost seemed chummy at times. There was no more of their endless bickering and arguing, yet something was off.
"Are you sure you want to do this, luv?" Kol said to Rebekah.
"No, but I we are going to do it. It's a good thing you are helping us after setting me up like that, you arse," Rebekah said hitting him on the arm.
"Sorry, Bex. Could you just never bring it up again? If I ever see you again," Kol whispered.
"You will, silly. We're booked on the shipped around the world. It shall be grand. I'll send you post cards. Kol, why don't you come with us?" Rebekah asked, taking the drink from his hand.
"Because nothing says romance like a third wheel? No thanks. I'll stay and try to help, I guess," Kol smirked.
Rebekah winced at the strong drink and said, "I need champagne. That is awful."
"Love you, Bex," Kol whispered as she turned away. He caught Elijah looking at him from across the room. He raised his glass to his older brother. Elijah nodded. He knows, Kol thought. He's going to let them go.
"Friends, we just wanted to take a moment to welcome you here to our home in the advent of another auspicious year, 1913. I hope that it will bring all of us another year of peace, prosperity, and joy to all of those who live in our great city of New Orleans. I also wanted to take a moment to give my family a word of thanks. Without them, I would have no reason to go out. And because of them, I do. To my Rebekah and Marcellus, I want to take this time to give you my blessing. I will no longer stand in the way of your happiness. My son, as you from all factions, will find out, will be taking over for me as your king over the next few years. Congrats!," Klaus boomed over the audience.
Everyone toasted Rebekah and Marcel whose smiles were frozen on their faces.
"To my brothers Elijah and Kol, thank you for your undying support and love. I return it in full. Now please, drink again to the year 2013, may it be the best year," Klaus said smiling at Rebekah and Marcel.
"We need to leave now," Rebekah hissed.
"Rebekah, didn't you hear him. He's given us everything we want. He's given me the city," Marcel said in shock.
"Marcel, he knows. It's a lie. He's found us out, just like he always does. I'll have a dagger in my chest if not tonight, in a decade. Please Marcel, if you love me, leave with me right now," Rebekah begged squeezing his hand.
"Stop it, he's coming," Marcel replied.
"My Son, I mean it. The city will be yours and you two, can be free. But only if you forgive me," Klaus said.
"For what, Papa?" Marcel asked.
"For trying so hard to keep you close to me. I know you are a man and have to be free. I should have never thrashed you that night. I just couldn't bear the thought of..., well, you will do what you need to do," Klaus remarked.
"No Papa, I wouldn't leave you. Never," Marcel promised.
Klaus wrapped his arm around him and knew his son would leave him, but it wouldn't be tonight. As long as it wasn't tonight.
"Were you going to tell me, Kol?" Elijah asked.
"Elijah, you already knew, why the hell am I not surprised?" Kol fumed.
"I've given you a lot of leeway these last weeks since Niklaus bit you to do the right thing. And what did you do? Plot, lie, cheat, and lie some more," Elijah ranted.
"Elijah, I was trying to help them," Kol exacted.
"Were you? Or were you just glad to get rid of Marcel?" Elijah asked.
"I wanted my sister to be happy," Kol answered.
"And she would be happy on the run from an angry father and an enraged brother? Do you think that an Original vampire on her own is safe? There are siphon witches, sacrificial witches and things we don't even know about that can use us for our power. Kol, it is truly not safe for us to be on our own. Go mingle, we shall talk about this later," Elijah said. He realized that he was snapping at Kol in the middle of the party.
"Are you angry with me, Elijah? Is Nik?" Kol asked.
"No, but no hiding a young witch in your closet tonight. She might get an eyeful. Understand?" Elijah prompted.
"No! Elijah, shouldn't they be in trouble? They were going to flee, for God's sake," Kol said through clenched teeth.
"Kol, they were never going anywhere. Niklaus had compelled all the ticket agents in the city to report to him if Rebekah and Marcel ever bought passage on any line," Elijah shared.
"But that would take...," Kol stared.
"Forever. It would take forever to do that. Do you think there is much you three do that falls below our grasp?" Elijah continued.
"The housing plans?" Kol flushed.
"Yes, young man. We shall talk about that tonight," Elijah promised.
"But Marcellus forgave me for it," Kol whined.
"Kol, it was a very mean thing to do. Also, you ought to pay me back for those theater seats since we never did see that play. I love you too much to let you get away with such disreputable behavior. Now go mingle, before I change my mind and lick you right now," Elijah warned.
Kol couldn't help but shake his head. Elijah was always on top of things. No one was ever in danger of leaving. Deep down, Kol felt relieved, he didn't want Bex to go. He said a pretty brunette witch who looked like she might be trouble. Sometimes if he flirted just right, they let him feed off them.
Rebekah caught Kol sometime after midnight, "They knew the whole bloody time, didn't they?"
"Elijah said Nik compelled all the ticket takers in the city, Bex," Kol said tonelessly.
"But that would be-," Rebekah started.
"Insane?" Kol filled in.
"Did you think we're getting the dagger tonight" Rebekah asked softly.
"No, but I know I'm getting a hell of a thrashing. And Sister, I probably deserve some of it for, the whole house plans fiasco. Can you ever forgive me?" Kol wondered, finishing his drink.
"I'm sure I will while I'm staring at the bloody carpet getting lashed soundly myself," Rebekah said in rueful acceptance.
"You sure?" Kol pressed.
"Well, Nik told me to leave my hairbrush out. He's been getting Marcel drunker than a skunk. I guess he doesn't want Marcel's upset by me getting my comeuppance," Rebekah guessed.
"Marcel was the one who wanted to leave. Even when you are in for a proper beatin', you'll still protect our bastard brother from knowing his little warrior tried to leave him," Kol smirked.
"Always and forever, that's what we do. Get any blood?" Rebekah asked.
"A little, but off one of the extra serving girls. These witches, ugh, I have a better chance of draining the Mississippi with a straw," Kol scoffed.
"Now, you sound like Nik. You should dagger yourself!" Rebekah joked.
"I would, if I knew where he bloody hid them," Kol laughed.
"Okay, you two miscreants. Off to your rooms and get ready for bed," Elijah said coming from behind them.
"Where's Nik?" Kol asked.
"Putting Marcel to bed. It seemed he's imbibed too much tonight," Elijah replied.
"Sure, he did," Kol said heading up to his room.
Rebekah watched as the last of the guests left and then headed up herself.
Rebekah washed off her make up that Elijah had forbade her to wear and put on an Italian silk underwear set. it had longer pantaloon style drawers to her knees and a blouse, which she hoped would protect her modesty. She then put her white nightgown over that and got into bed. Her hairbrush was on the dressing table. She had tried to feed off off a few servants before coming up, but she knew nothing protected from the sharp bite of her hairbrush wielded by her angry brother.
After a soft tap, the door opened and Klaus came in.
"You look very handsome tonight, Niklaus. I should have told you that earlier," Rebekah smiled. And he did. His blond hair and blue-green eyes sparkled in the dim light. He had worn a black tuxedo and his shirt was very crisp and white.
"Thank you, Rebekah. I hope you aren't trying to lighten your punishment by flattery. That only works on Elijah," Klaus said going to get the hairbrush.
"Nik? I didn't want to really leave. You know that," Rebekah sobbed. She couldn't have left. Seeing her brother now, made her realize how much she loved them. She hated to be away from them even though at times they drove her crazy. What had she been thinking?
Klaus picked her up out of bed and held her. He stoked her hair and let her cry into his chest.
"I remember when you used to be the one to comfort me. In the loft and all I ever did for you was carve you some figures out of wood and make your life miserable," Klaus lamented. Rebekah never had let him cry alone after Father had been cruel to him or beaten him. She always came to him and sleep near him as they held each other.
"Stop it, Nik. That's not true and you know it," Rebekah said sternly.
"Who is the one about to get the hairbrush?" Klaus asked in mock horror. He had to get a hold of himself. She needed him to set the events of the last months straight.
"I'm guessing that would be me," Rebekah squealed as she found herself flat over Klaus' lap. He had dragged a chair over and she was staring at the floor as she feared. He also yanked her night gown above her waist. Rebekah wished she had picked a thick cotton set of drawers instead of thin silk when the first smack landed.
She realized Klaus was spanking her with his hand. This was less painful, but meant she was getting a warm-up for a good session with the brush.
Klaus smacked all over her seat. His hand felt hard and she began to squirm and scissor her legs to try to manage some of the sting.
Klaus paused and patted her rear.
"Want to tell me why it's a new year and I'm still spanking your backside?" Klaus asked.
"Ah, I was going to sail away with my lover for a year. And I hate boats," Rebekah said.
Smack! Smack!
Klaus whacked her hard a bit lower than her behind on her thighs.
"Ouch! Nik, that stung!"
"What else, young lady? Anything with your attitude? Lying? Plotting?" Klaus said patting her thighs.
"I lied and plotted. Owww, sorry, Nik. I was sullen and morose," Rebekah squeaked as Klaus smacked the top of her thighs.
Rebekah began to wiggle more as Klaus heated up her backside more with the flat of his hand. Just as she was starting to panic that she couldn't take it, he paused and stood her up.
"Those pantaloons need to come down now," Klaus ordered.
"No, Nik! Please, it hurts through them. Please," Rebekah begged.
Klaus turned her to the side and swatted her hard on each thigh until she she unbuttoned her undergarments and let them drop to the floor.
"Look at me, Sister," Klaus ordered as she tried to protect her modesty,"We can't do this without you. This spanking is for you thinking we don't need you and you don't need us. Always and forever."
Klaus flipped her over his lap again. Rebekah flushed all over to realize that her bare bottom was about to get paddled. This time she barely caught herself with her hands before she feel the coolness of her own flat, wooden hairbrush resting against her warm behind.
"Nik, you don't have to spank me hard. It won't happen again. Please!" Rebekah shouted in panic as she felt the brush leave her backside.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Klaus tapped her left cheek, then her right cheek over and over. She kicked and wailed and tried to get herself up, but Klaus' left hand held her firmly in place.
Rebekah thought it couldn't get any worse until the brush lowered and Klaus began to paddle her sit spots firmly. She tried to not scream and not kick, but did both. The burning seemed to ignite and engulf her backside and the top of her thighs. As she scissored, she sometimes caught a blow on her tender inner thigh.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Rebekah could barely breath and was hiccuping, by the time, Klaus stopped the spanking. Even in the dim room, he could see the redness and felt the heat radiating off her bottom. He was just relieved she was here.
"What if we got up tomorrow and you were gone? Don't you know we would tear about this city for you? And what of Kol? Would you leave him behind to explain away why you left?" Klaus lectured as he rubbed her backside.
Klaus pulled her up and let her night gown cover her. He cradled her in his arms and gave her his handkerchief to blow her nose.
"I don't know. I'm s-ssorry, " she cried.
"All forgiven, baby sister. But only if you forgive me. I shouldn't have forbade you from seeing Marcel. I know I shouldn't have thrashed him that night also. He says he's forgiven me, but I know I hurt you, too. We shouldn't have to live in danger, sweetheart, but we do. After Mikael is dead, things can be different, until then, we are together," Klaus said rocking her.
"I know," Rebekah said softly.
Klaus rocked her until she fell asleep. He knew he went about things the wrong way, but he couldn't chance that Mikael would get her and Marcel, even if it was just to get at him.
He put Rebekah in bed on her side and covered her up. He kissed her on the cheek. His beautiful, troublesome sister. He couldn't imagine life without her. He went to check on his brothers next.
At the same time, Rebekah was waiting for Klaus, Kol waited for Elijah. He had picked up the big flat wooden spoon from the kitchen.
"Brother, it's time," Elijah said.
Kol was on his bed in his night shirt and pants. He looked younger and innocent.
"Really, 'Lijah, the spoon?" Kol groaned.
"I was thinking about that time you got us all spanked, it might have been our first time with spoon, remember that?" Elijah smiled.
"Well, I had just learned that light spell! I didn't think Mother would come hauling up that ladder big and pregnant with Henrik carrying that damn thing," Kol grimaced.
"She did shout at us to stop carrying on, then when you and Niklaus knocked off the piss bucket wrestling, I guess she lost her patience," Elijah laughed twirling the spoon.
"Oh, I forgot about that part. Luckily, it was empty. I couldn't end the light fast enough though, so when she came up she saw it," Kol grinned.
"'All of you flip over, you're going to get a right, good beating now' she said. I was trembling. Finn was first, my god, he whaled like she was scalding him. He scared the hell out of me. Then me, I screamed like I was being killed, by the time she worked down to you, you got one or two whacks because you were all crying so hard," Elijah said fondly.
"After that, all she had to do was rattle that ladder and we'd all shut the hell up. You and Finn did get it the worse that night, though," Kol admitted.
"And now it is your turn. I don't need to remind you why we are doing this, do I? I think for all time's sake, you should flip over for a right, good beating. Pants down," Elijah ordered.
"If I cry, can I just get one or two whacks?" Kol suggested.
"If you would just behave, you wouldn't have to get any," Elijah lectured. He laid the flat surface of the spoon on Kol's right cheek.
Pop! Pop! Then, he smacked his left cheek.
"Owww," Kol said trying to throw a hand back. Elijah ordered him to keep it above his head with a few hard pops on his sit spots.
Pop! Pop! Elijah paddled him thoroughly all over until Kol was trying to get up from the bed. He held him flat with his left hand.
"What happened when you lie and plot around her, young man?" Elijah said.
"Elijahhhh," Kol begged.
Elijah smacked him across both cheeks with his hand sternly.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"Kol!" Elijah warned.
"I get a spanking," Kol broke at this point and cried. As Elijah knew, he could take the physically pain. It was always the embarrassment and guilt that caused him to let out his pent up feelings.
Elijah finished the rest of the spanking with his hand until it was numb and Kol was drumming his feet into the bed.
"Sorry, E-Elijah. I d-ddidn't want them to leave," Kol confessed.
"I know. All forgiven now," Elijah said pausing, "But if you start up again. You will get a much worst spanking!" Elijah peppered his behind again with little smacks that kept him kicking and howling.
Klaus slipped in. Elijah signaled that he was almost done.
"Niklaus is here, Kol. What do you want to say?" Elijah said.
"S-Sorry, Nik. I should have told you everything," Kol wept.
Klaus couldn't smack him anymore.
"Kol, it's okay. I was scared that you all wanted to leave," Klaus admitted.
Elijah pulled down Kol's shirt over his backside and pulled off his cotton pajama pants.
"I know Father only really hunts me, but I'm afraid that he'll use all of you to get to me. I can't risk it," Klaus said patting Kol on the back.
Kol wiped his face on his sleeve before Elijah could get him a handkerchief. Elijah winced and fished out a clean cloth.
"Nik, you're right. We need to stay together. I made up with Marcellus. It's okay," Kol said turning on his side. He groaned a little at the sting, but knew he would be fine in the morning.
"Thank you, Brother. I know I'm not always easy to get on with, but I do love all of you," Klaus said, he smoothed back Kol's hair with affection.
"We love you too, Niklaus. You need not fear anyone leaving," Elijah said firmly.
"Remember the time we were wrestling in the loft and you kicked over the piss bucket..." Kol started. They talked until Kol feel asleep and all was well again.