Pairing: Elijah-Klaus/Marcel-Kol(MM/MM): hand, paddle (Elijah/Rebekah-off screen)
"Turn away from evil and do good; so shall you dwell forever. For the Lord loves justice; he will not forsake his saints. They are preserved forever, but the children of the wicked shall be cut off. The righteous shall inherit the land and dwell upon it forever." -Psalm 37:27-29New Orleans, Louisiana
February 1913
Mikaelson Compound
"Ah, the portraits are here!" Rebekah clapped with glee. In the portrait, her hair was pinned up on top of her golden head and she was wearing a sleeveless silver gown with a gold medallion in the center. The painter had added her holding a little, black puppy.
The kitchen boy hung them to Rebekah's specifications until she was satisfied with their placement.
"I think they turned out nicely, don't you, Kol?" Rebekah asked pointedly.
"Yes, Bex. You look stunning as always. Marcellus looks a touch sullen, but that is only to be expected. Sitting for a portrait after a hard caning is never a joyous affair, is it, mate?" Kol jested, laughing at Marcel's embarrassment. It had only been a month since the motorcar incident and it was still a spot of contention.
Marcellus looked around to see if his father or Elijah was near, he didn't see them.
"I swear by all that is holy, Kol. I'm going to get you for that!" Marcel thundered.
"For what? For me saving you from your feeble-minded attempt at rebellion from your papa? You only ensured that you will never get a damn motorcar now," Kol laughed.
Marcel stood up and balled up his fists, "Say that again!"
Kol stood up, but Rebekah vamped in between them.
"Stop it, you fools. Elijah is coming. Sit down. I said sit the bloody hell down now!" Rebekah hissed in a low but forceful voice.
"Am I interrupting another one of your childish rows, boys?" Elijah asked, staring first at Kol and then at Marcel.
"No, sir," Kol grumbled.
"Marcellus, I asked you a question. Perhaps I need to repeat myself?" Elijah said in a deadly calm voice.
"No, Uncle Elijah. We're fine," Marcel ground out with his face red.
"Good. Oh, Sister, the portraits look marvelous there! Now tell me that the painter doesn't have a rare talent. I mean, he's no Rembrandt, but few can match that old chap. Well, if I recall correctly, his studio painted most of his works..." Elijah lectured.
Kol smirked at Marcel and Marcel shook his head at Kol. Klaus came in.
"Ah, lovely. Did the painter add a little black puppy here Rebekah? How charming," Klaus smiled.
Klaus didn't like his own portrait as much, why had he worn that white suit? The red tie worked and he liked the columns in the background, but the white suit? He was no white knight. Next time, he reminded himself to wear black despite the fashion and the season.
Rebekah looked more closely at her portrait, did her chin look odd? She thought her real chin was a touch more delicate, but Elijah had paid quite a lot to get the portraits done and she didn't want to complain.
"So, what happened at the faction meeting?" Kol asked.
Klaus and Elijah exchanged a look.
"I'm afraid the lot of you aren't going to like it," Klaus started.
"It seems there is a new human faction in the city trying to stir up trouble. This so-called minister is getting the humans all riled up over the temperance movement," Elijah explained.
"The ladies were speaking of that at the temperance meeting last week. Is his name Rev. Hassleback or something like that? They said he's a wonderful speaker. He's asking all the woman to dump their husbands spirits down the drain!" Rebekah shared.
"He's a fraud. He's really a smuggler and a pimp. They are making moonshine and rum in the Bayou and then running it through the docks to escape the taxes and oversight," Klaus revealed.
"Aided no doubt by our favorite wolves, the Guerreras. Anyone who gets close to the docks is paying them tribute," Marcel added.
"Right. So the wives dump the liquor and then the husbands are just tricked into be sold more bootleg hootch down by the docks? Kind of brilliant," Kol admitted.
"I don't know how much they have to be tricked," Marcel said.
"So what are we going to do about this Hassleback fellow?" Kol said.
"We probably need to know more. I'll go to one of his talks and see what he has to say. I do know that this advice he's giving can be dangerous. Some of these husbands are drunken brutes. To pour their spirits down the drain is gonna incite them to blacken these ladies' eyes. And no one will do a thing about it!" Rebekah fumed.
"Tell us which ones, luv. We'll take care of those louts," Kol growled. That was one area where Marcel and Kol did agree on, defending a lady's honor or a child's innocence.
"You can't kill them all. But this Hassleback is playing a dangerous game," Rebekah intoned.
"He's also making a killing! We've heard that he killed all of his competitors who were making hooch. We should also join his church. Maybe if we infiltrate it, we can see exactly how he operates and then shut him down," Klaus replied.
"The Guerreras won't like that," Elijah smiled.
Klaus laughed, "Exactly."
Mikaelson Compound
Next Night
Rebekah came back the next night from the Ladies Christian Temperance Meeting infuriated.
"Brothers, he's not just telling the women to pour out the liquor, he's telling them to not have relations with their husbands of the husbands don't swear off drink!" Rebekah roared.
"What?" Kol laughed.
"Kol, it is not amusing. He's trying to bolster his prostitution ring, as well as his liquor sales," Elijah lectured.
"True, but didn't that happen in ...?" Kol struggled to recall.
"Lysistrata. Remember, Uncle Elijah? We read it in the Greek?" Marcel recalled.
"Very good, Marcellus. I do remember. It worked, too. But what this smuggler is doing is dangerous. He is putting these women in danger. Rebekah, what was their reaction?" Elijah pressed.
"Enthusiastic. They want their husbands home and sober at night, not drunk and spending all the family money on whores. There were more than a few there with bruised faces and injuries. We need to shut this down," Rebekah demanded.
"We will, Sister," Kol promised.
"So, church tomorrow all of us?" Marcel cringed.
"Yes," Klaus said. "We need to play the part of interested church members. Good, upstanding Christian men and woman. Do we have any bibles we could bring? Crosses, religious jewelry? I do not know what else we need."
Elijah clapped, "Okay, everyone. Let's all retire early. We have any early morning. Best behavior tomorrow. We need to make a good impression."
Pastor Hassleback's Church
9:56am
"This is so dull," Kol whispered to Marcel.
Niklaus, Elijah, and Rebekah all looked like they were having a fine time in the church service singing and praying. Rebekah looked a picture of virtue and chasity in her modest white dress and pinned back hair. Elijah was holding a Bible. Klaus donned a pleasant expression of passivity that Kol had never seen before. They donated a sizable amount of money in the collection plate.
Marcel elbowed Kol to shut up and Kol elbowed him back harder. Elijah glanced over with a tight smile and said, "Stop."
"Can I at least go to the privy?" Kol asked a touch too loudly.
"Hurry up, Kol. If I have to come find you, you'll be sorry," Elijah warned.
"Fine," Kol whispered. Elijah gripped Kol's bicep as he squeeze through the pew.
"I mean it, Kol," Elijah reiterated. Kol nodded and slid past him and then Niklaus on the end.
Kol walked to the back of the church and looked for a private area. All he walked was to have a smoke and a drink. This church service was already an hour in and seemed to have no signs of slowing down. Kol would have liked to find someone to feed from, but he knew that was too risky.
Kol opened the door to a small office and lit a cigar. He took out his flask and had a few slugs of bourbon. In his boredom, he began to flip through the ledger on the desk. Then, he heard someone coming. He stomped on the cigar and vamped behind the door.
Kol breathed a sign of relief when it was only Marcel.
"Oh good, I thought it was someone from the church. I was looking through the ledger," Kol said trying to make it seem like he had a reason for being here.
"Uncle Elijah said to get back to the service because if he has to come back, you are really going to get a whipping when we get home," Marcel informed him.
"Fine, I'll play along. 'Oh no, I do not want a thrashing. I shall rush back.' Let me just take another drink. Want one?" Kol said offering Marcel the flask.
"You are drinking at the temperance church? Give me that!" Marcel vamped over and yanked the flask from Kol. Kol pulled it back and they got in a small fight. Marcel punched Kol in the face as hard as he could as he grabbed his jacket to hold him.
"What is going on in here? This is a private office!" An old man thundered.
Marcel flushed, "Sorry, sir. My, ah, b-brother and I were just t-talking," Marcel stuttered.
"It smells like smoke! And what is this? Alcohol? This chap has a torn jacket so you were fighting. Where are your fathers? I don't recognize you two youngsters," the old timer grumbled.
"Please sit, let us go. We shall get a whipping if we get in trouble. We are sorry," Kol begged. At this point, he was not acting. His stomach dropped at the thought of Klaus and Elijah finding out that they jeopardized their plan.
"That is exactly what boys who misbehave at church need, a good whipping. Now go get them now," the old man said.
"There's no need. They are right. What did they do?" Elijah said glaring at the rumbled pair. The old man told him what he had seen.
"Drinking, smoking, fighting? This is your best behavior? Marcellus, go get your father. I suppose we need to go home and take care of this," Elijah surmised.
The old man smirked, "That's not necessary. I'm Carey Hassleback and this is my nephew's church. You can discipline your boys right here in this room. My nephew may be the pastor now, but he was no angel when he was their age and I strapped him plenty in that very room."
"Thank you, Mr. Hassleback, that would be very kind," Elijah said.
Marcel came back, "Papa said you should handle me."
Elijah nodded, "And I shall. Now in here, boys, before we miss more of the wonderful service. Thank you again, Mr. Hassleback." Mr. Hassleback led them into the smoke filled office closet and took a heavy strap. He handed it to Elijah. It looked old and well-worn.
"This should do the trick. I didn't catch your names, though. You are?" Carey Hassleback inquired.
"Oh, my apologies. I'm Elijah Mikaelson. This is my youngest brother, Kol and my nephew Marcellus. We're new today," Elijah shared.
"Well, do not let your first time be the last. The Lord has a reason for everything. The boys here may also benefit from more Godly intervention. We have a new youth group forming. Come to think of it, there's one meeting tomorrow night. Why don't you boys join?" Carey pressed.
Before Marcel or Kol could decline, Elijah said, "They would love to."
"Good. 6pm. Meet right here tomorrow then. Behave boys," Carey said as he shut the door firmly.
Kol whispered, "Elijah there is a locked drawer on the right of the desk. I think I saw a key here..." Kol find a string with a key on it in the closet that housed the strap.
Elijah took the key and opened the drawer to find another ledger. He handed the strap to Marcel and indicated that he should whip him as Elijah poured over the contents of the secret ledger. Marcel hesitated. Elijah mouthed, "He's listening at the door."
"Okay, bend over boys. Take off your jackets. This is gonna hurt, but you were warned to mind," Elijah said reading through the ledger and writing notes on a small notebook.
Marcel hefted the strap and brought it down hard over Kol's pants. Whap!
"Oh, please, no more," Kol said partially acting, partially serious.
Marcel brought the strap down in the same place, this time Kol gasped.
Whap!
Marcel put his hand on Kol's back and slowly strapped him three more times.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
Kol grabbed the strap from Marcel and they switched places. He lifted the strap and brought it down hard. WHAP!
"Ah, no! Please!" Marcel yelped.
Whap! Kol swatted the seat of his pants hard again.
Kol gave him a slow series of three whaps on Marcel's sit spots.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
Elijah said they both needed a break.
"Now, tell me what you learned before I give you the second part of your licking," Elijah said still flipping through the ledger.
"Not to disobey," Kol revealed.
"To avoid spirits," Marcel made up.
"Okay, you are both getting five more," Elijah demanded indicated that they should switch and keep going. Kol scowled and handed Marcel the strap. Was he enjoying this? He didn't look like it.
Thwarp! Thwarp! Thwarp! Thwarp! Thwarp!
The next five swats with the strap caught Kol over his sit spots and lower and had him shifting from foot to foot. He wanted to protect his bottom from the blows, but knew Marcel would just strap his hands.
"I'm sorry," Kol called out, as he had the sensation Marcel was going to give him the next five also.
Elijah ordered, "Go stand in the corner." He hoped the man outside the door was falling for this ruse.
Kol now got the strap from Marcel who looked guilty and scared for whipping Kol so hard.
Crack! Crack! crack. crack. crack.
Kol ended up not hitting Marcel half as hard as Marcel had hit him. He could tell Marcel was struggling to compose himself and stay in place. Kol even put a reassuring hand on his back and let him know they were done.
Elijah tapped the pen on the desk and indicated they were done. He locked up the ledger and put the strap back.
"Let that be a lesson to you both. You're both getting a spanking tonight after supper and then I'm putting you to bed early tonight after your bath. You know what happens when you act like little boys," Elijah said straightening their clothing up.
"We get treated like little boys," Marcel and Kol said in unison.
"Right. Now, let's get back to the service," Elijah said firmly.
"Did you get it?" Kol whispered to Elijah.
Elijah nodded, "Enough to bring down the whole operation."
"Are we really getting spanked again tonight?" Marcel questioned tearfully.
"I'm not even going to answer that. You've been both dangerously close to a spanking yesterday. It's overdue. Don't think you can ever fool me as to when you lie about the two of you arguing," Elijah admitted clamping a hand down on both boys necks.
Elijah steered both vampires into the pew and sat them in between him and Klaus. They both couldn't help squirming on their sore behinds until they got threatened with another spanking if they didn't sit still. Remarkably, though, their behavior improved 100% until the end of the service 45 minutes later. Rebekah glanced at Klaus curiously, he just shrugged.
In the carriage home, Elijah shared the information he found in the ledger.
"I have an idea. What if we just went to the Guerreras and helped them cut out this horrible pastor? There is proof in the ledger that they are stealing from the Guerreras too and not paying the supplier half of what they should. We could put our supplier in and strengthen our alliance with the wolves. I don't even think the Guerreras have scratched the surface of how corrupt this church is. It seems that the pastor himself personally trained all the girls under their thumb. I say let the wolves devour them," Elijah suggested.
"Fine with me. I say the sooner the better. Let's go to the Guerreras tomorrow morning. The other factions can monitor the meeting. All long as everyone gets a cut, I don't see anyone crying over this church going down," Klaus added.
Rebekah kicked Marcel and Kol lightly, "Cheer up, you two. You cracked the case. Good work."
Elijah cut in, "Sister, they actually were fist fighting in that office for real. I wish it had all been an act, but sadly, I feel like these two have been spoiling for a fight since the motorcar incident."
"He told on me!" Marcel spat.
"He saved you, Son," Klaus corrected.
Kol waved them off, "Can we call a truce, Marcellus? Look, I am sorry for everything. I feel like we're always bloody fighting and all it ever does is land us in trouble."
Marcel realized that was true, "Fine, if you are being serious. I accept."
Kol smirked, "When am I ever not serious?" They shook on it and both wondered if the display of forgiveness would get them off tonight.
"You are still both not off the hook for your behavior at the church," Elijah said firmly.
"Brother, they just made up. Does that not count for something?" Klaus argued looking at his son's sad eyes.
"It does. But Niklaus, you did not see them wrestling like street brawlers in the church office," Elijah argued.
Kol countered with, "But we already had to strap each other. Isn't that punishment enough?"
Rebekah giggled, "You had to strap each other? Bloody hell!"
"Language, please!" Elijah frowned.
"Yes, we thrashed each other so Elijah could examine the ledger," Kol countered.
"Ten little licks across the seat of your trousers? That insufferable man was standing at the door listening. I would have let you strap me if I knew you were going to make such a fuss," Elijah guffawed.
"Uncle Elijah, it stung!" Marcel whined.
"I'm sure it did, Son," Klaus comforted.
"He was swinging a lot harder than I was," Kol pointed out, looking at Marcel.
"Well, Kol, you're an Original vampire. I think you should be able to take more than a much younger vampire," Elijah reasoned.
"It still hurts," Kol uttered looking down. Rebekah was still amused that they had thrashed each other.
"I am glad you find this amusing," Kol said to his sister.
"I do. I certainly do. Say, why were you in that office in the first place?" Rebekah pressed.
"Nothing. I was having a cigar and a drink," Kol admitted. He patted his coat to feel for his flask. It wasn't there. "Marcel, do you have it?"
"No, it must have fallen when we were fighting. What's the big deal?" Marcel said seeing the alarm in his eyes.
"It didn't just have bourbon in it. It was blood spiked with bourbon. If they find it and open it...," Kol drifted.
"They will know we are vampires," Rebekah groaned.
The Church
After discovering the missing blood flask, the family took a detour to call a faction meeting. Elijah revealed the new information about the pastor and the Guerreras moved to remove them that very night.
Elijah went in the church office after and retrieved the flask, which had been kicked undetected under the desk. He found Carey Hassleback still alive.
"You're still here, Mr. Hassleback?" Elijah said in shock.
"Yes, I decided to work with the wolves. I never really believed in what my nephew was doing. The smuggling, running whores, skipping out on taxes...All those times I brought him in here and used that strap on him were a waste of time. He knew right from wrong, he just choose to do wrong. Worse, he pretended to be good, but it was all a lie," Carey admitted.
"Sometimes I feel like my brother just ignores obeying me and figures he can deal with the consequences," Elijah laughed.
"I wish maybe I would have given my nephew more the reasons we do the right thing. Like we should do good for the sake of doing good, not for any other reason," Carey proposed.
"Good for good's sake. That is a different way of looking at things. I was thinking of giving our boys the strap tonight, but maybe I ought to give them some better instruction. Like you said, more reasons we should do the right thing," Elijah replied.
"If I could go back, that's what I would do. When I only let that strap do the talking, it was maybe sending the wrong message. I hope with my nephew gone, this can now be a true church and place of worship. I hope to see your family again, Mr. Mikaelson," Carey said respectfully.
"You will, thank you. I appreciate that. And thanks for the advice," Elijah said sincerely.
Mikaelson Compound
Several hours later, Marcel and Kol found themselves in Elijah's room with their noses in the corner.
Kol whispered, "I am sorry, Marcel. I did not mean to get you into trouble last month with the motor car. It slipped out."
Marcel turned, "Really? Sorry, I was swinging that strap so hard. That thing did hurt. Did you mean it about a truce?"
Kol turned too and looked at him, "Aye, I did. What do you think we're getting it with tonight?"
Elijah came in, "That would be the wooden paddle. Since you two can't even obey me to stand in the corner silently, I think we can skip the part where I wear out my hand on your behinds."
Kol blanched, "I am sorry, Elijah. We were just making up. Please do not be angry with us."
"Oh Kol, Marcellus, you can turn around. I am not angry with you. I am very proud of you actually for helping tonight. But you know how many times Niklaus and I have threatened you with a hiding if you keep fighting each other," Elijah declared.
Klaus came in, "Rebekah's sleeping. Let me help, Brother. You have already done much."
Elijah continued, "I was just telling the boys that I am not angry with them, but that we've warned them over and over again about fighting each other."
Klaus nodded, "We have so many enemies out there, that we can't be enemies in here. Ever. Now, I think you both have had enough of a lecture. Elijah, I'll get them started and then you can make your point."
"Kol, oldest first, just like Mother used to do," Klaus smiled.
"Except then, I was almost last and she was tired," Kol huffed.
"Is that how Rebekah got so spoiled then?" Marcel grinned.
Klaus pulled out the wooden chair Elijah kept along the way seemingly just for spankings. He did sometimes use the rung to pull on his boots, but it was true that he never sat in it unless someone was over his lap.
"Indeed, she barely got a few taps and yet she always hollered worse than a stuck pig. Being first or second was always a shock and I was always the one who tried to keep the rest of the kids in line," Elijah attested.
"That is true," Klaus smiled, patting his lap. Marcel was only wearing his striped buttoned down nightshirts. Elijah had ordered him and Kol out of their drawers and pajama pants after their baths. Elijah whispered to Kol to turn back to the corner, when Kol made a face, Elijah gave him a small swat to the back of his thigh. Kol rubbed it by reflex until Elijah swatted him on the other thigh and Kol remember to put his hands on his head.
Klaus helped Marcel over his knee. He knee this wasn't the most comfortable position, but it always worked to make Marcel feel childlike and vulnerable again. He wouldn't admit it, even to himself, but when Klaus put his left arm around his waist and pulled him in tightly, he felt safe and relieved. Marcel exhaled and then tensed up as Klaus pulled his nightshirt up higher up his back. Klaus patted his cheeks slightly before beginning the spanking. There were no effects from the strapping he had received earlier at the church. Klaus would be changing that in a moment.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Marcel felt the steady slaps crack from one cheek to the next over and over again until it was a blur of heat. After a while, he felt his feet tapping the floor in a useless attempt to disperse the heat.
"You can kick all you like, but Papa is going to heat up your naughty backside, mister. You know better to fight like that. And in church? Very, very, bad," Klaus said as he lowered his hand to start reddening Marcel's sit spots a bit.
"Elijah, do you have that herbal cream still?" Klaus called over to his brother who was reading the Bible he had brought with him to church.
"Yes, hold on," Elijah said getting up and getting the glass bottle from his dresser. He took it to Klaus and watched as he put a small amount of the concoction on Marcel's now red behind and rubbed it in.
"We love you, Marcellus. But you will behave yourself if it means you are getting spankings at 300 years old. Now, give Papa a hug and then your uncle is going to paddle you," Klaus said firmly.
Klaus stood Marcel up and his hands went to vigorously rub his sore cheeks.
"Not yet," Klaus scolded. He turned him and stood up and spanked him again this time swatting both cheeks with his hand.
Marcel tried to hop and dance away, but Klaus held his bicep and swatted his behind firmly. Marcel broke down into tears and fought himself not to cover his backside. Marcel cried and stomped, but got twenty hard spanks anyway, despite his pleas to his papa to stop the spanking. The cream seemed soothing at first, but also made his bottom more sensitive.
"You know doing that means another spanking, young man. Now, go to your uncle, Marcellus," Klaus said with one last hard swat. Klaus hugged him and Marcel cried into Klaus's chest for a few second. Marcel couldn't help shifting from foot to foot.
"Kol, you're next," Klaus said. He watched as Elijah put Marcel over his lap and began giving him a slow paddling punctuated by questions where Elijah waited for long answers.
Klaus decided to put the herbal lotion on Kol's bottom first and see if it helped shorten the punishment.
"Okay, little Brother, why are you getting a spanking right now?" Klaus said tapping his behind firmly.
"Because we fought at the church. I could have messed up our mission," Kol confessed. Smack!
Klaus cracked his brother hard across both cheeks causing him to clench and hold his breath.
"Be more specific," Klaus said rubbing the spot he had just whacked.
"I fought with Marcel. I shouldn't have," Kol yelled.
"That's right, Brother. I appreciate you cooperating today," Klaus offered to Kol.
Klaus then began to smack Kol's behind in the same fashion he did with Marcel, he did swat him harder. Not just because he had misbehaved more, which he had, but because as an Original he could take more. Klaus increased the intensity of the spanking until Kol was starting to cry out and kick. When Kol's backside was red, Klaus saw that Elijah was wrapping it up with Marcel. He rubbed Kol's backside and stood him up. He stood up and hugged his brother. Kol's hands crept to his behind but he remembered hearing Marcel get spanked again and kept his hand tightly at his side. He tried to shift his feet from side to side, but the burning in his rear would not abate.
Klaus then walked Kol over to Elijah and took Marcel and put him on the other side of the bed on his stomach. Klaus kissed his son and dried his tears. He told him he loved him and he sat on the edge of the bed comforting him. He put the cover over him and patted his back until he heard him sleeping.
Kol's whole body rested on the bed. Elijah picked up the small round paddle carved from wood and smoothed from years in the kitchen.
"Kol, I don't want you and Marcel to fight because there is no reason for you two to be jealous of each other. He loves you and I know you love him. It is okay to show it. I know we sometimes get angry with each other, that happens, but we cannot let that define us. We're family and we cannot be enemies. Plus, you are much stronger, I know you would feel awful if you really hurt him," Elijah said softly.
"I did not think of that. I am sorry, Elijah," Kol wailed. His behind was stinging and he didn't know how he was going to be able to take a paddling on top of it.
Whack! Elijah swung down the paddle and it caught him in between both cheeks.
"OWWWW!" Kol heard himself say.
Smack! Smack.
Now Elijah paddled him in the center of each side of his backside back and forth, over and over again.
Smack! Smack!Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Finally, Kol couldn't take anymore and wept. He was trying to cover his backside with his feet.
"Move your feet now," Elijah ordered. Kol did, but then threw a hand back a minute later. The paddle swats were sharp and soon Kol couldn't anticipate where they would land. He was squirming and thrashing the best that he could.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! POP! POP!
"Niklaus, could you hold his arms?" Elijah asked.
Soon Nik was holding his arms as Elijah paddled Kol's behind for a few more whacks. They were not that hard at this point, but overtop the other smacks, they stung fiercely.
Elijah looked at Klaus and he nodded, Kol had had enough. Elijah handed the paddle to Klaus who set it on the dresser. Elijah talked to Kol in a low voice and rubbed circles in his back.
"We forgive you. I know that stung. Now I'm going to let you up and put you to bed right besides Marcel. You two can sleep in my bed tonight," Elijah announced softly. Elijah hugged Kol as he stood him up and kissed him on the side of the head. Kol was worn out from kicking and crying. His rear stung fiercely and he swore he would never even tease Marcel again.
"Now in bed, baby Brother. You're all better. There, on your stomach," Elijah said quietly. They didn't need to talk as Elijah rubbed his back. His backside was redder than it had been in a long time, but Elijah really wanted this infighting to stop.
"I'll sleep in Marcel's bed," Elijah said clapping Klaus on the back as he yawned.
"Do you think they learned their lesson?" Klaus asked pausing at the door way to look upon the sleeping boys forms.
"I do, Brother. I really do," Elijah yawned.
All the men slept soundly until Rebekah screamed around 1am. Marcel's eyes popped open in utter horror when he realized he was in Elijah's bed.
Kol groaned, "Oh my God, please tell me she didn't slip into your bed in her knickers and think one of my brothers was you!"
Marcel rolled back over and put the pillow over his ears. He couldn't listen to the next part.
Even Kol cringed as he heard, "Elijah, I thought you were Marcel! No, don't. I'm sorry. No, owwww, ouch. Please!" Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!