Pairing: Elijah/Marcel-Kol (M/MM) hair brush
Klaus/Kol (M/M)
New Orleans, Louisiana
Mikaelson Compound
February 1913-Three Days After
"Kol! Kol! Wake up! You're having a nightmare," Marcel said in alarm. Marcel had been dozing himself in a chair by Kol's bedside. They had been taking turns nursing him after the accident. Feeding him broth, blood, and a medical tea that Dominque had left for him.
"Father? Is he coming?" Kol asked looking far off into the distance.
"Papa! He's awake," Marcel yelled getting up.
"What is it?" Klaus said coming in quickly. It was daylight and they were always careful not to use vampire speed when the servants could be anywhere. Klaus put a reassuring hand on Marcel's shoulder.
"He's talking about your father again. I think he's in a nightmare," Marcel tried to explain. Kol fell back into the exhausted and restless sleep that he had been trapped in.
"Father is a nightmare. Mikael, the vampire who hunts vampires. Promise me, Marcel, if you ever sense he is close, flee for your life. He vowed he would kill anyone who ever met us. I cannot even phantom what he would do to you," Klaus said in a hollow voice. A part of Klaus wanted to put his hands on Kol and enter his mind. It was a huge violation and Klaus did not think these nightmares justified it. Also, he was afraid. If Kol was dreaming of Mikael...he did not want to see that. Klaus did not think he could stop the dream, at any rate.
"He would not dare come near us, Papa," Marcel said as he put his hand over Klaus' hand. He spoke with a confidence that Klaus did not possess. Marcel had never met Mikael or run from him before. Klaus hoped he never had to.
"I hope not. Why don't you see to the lady of the house and I shall sit a spell with my foolhardy little brother," Klaus said heavily.
"Papa, are you going to...punish me tonight?" Marcel trembled. He knew he was in for an epic thrashing. Waiting was torture.
"Oh Marcellus, not tonight. In truth, I am too angry with you, the both of you. Jumping about and almost getting yourself hurt or injured over some hairbrush. What the devil were you thinking, lad?" Klaus scolded quietly.
Marcel saw not anger, but fear, in his father's eyes.
"I was not thinking, Papa. I was showing off and yes, it was foolhardy," Marcel said shamefully.
"Did I not warn the two of you over and over again to...,Marcel, let us not do this now or I shall lose my temper and you will get two whippings! Now, go try to make it up to Rebekah. She is the most furious out of all of us," Klaus confirmed.
"Whippings? Papa, please," Marcel moaned. Klaus glanced at his sleeping brother and marched Marcel into the hallway.
"Marcellus, you know what I mean. Now, obey me, before you get a sample of what you have coming," Klaus ordered. He sent Marcel off in the direction to Rebekah's quarters with a stinging swat.
Crack!
Marcel's hand flew to rub out the sting and his eyes rolled around the area to see if anyone had seen. The hall area seemed empty, but then he noticed the serving boy from the courtyard looking up and giggling at him. Marcel flushed and stopped rubbing. Klaus followed his gaze.
"He's the least of your worries. Now, go!" Klaus said pointing. He wondered if his son was trying to goad him into getting his punishment over with? Well, Klaus was too angry and emotional to discipline the boy now. Kol was not in a good state. None of them were when they dreamt of Father...
Spain, 1702
Charles the II had died without an era in 1700 leaving the country in chaos. He was the last Spanish Hapsburg monarch. The small tavern was filled with sweaty working folk and a few rich nobles with too much coin and more than a touch of gout. Kol sat with a bearded lord who seemed to liked the ladies and hearing himself talk loudly. Kol had a serving girl on each knee himself and in between drinks, he fondled them and whispered into their ears. It had been a while since he had played with his food.
"The Bourbon prince Philip will surely take the throne," a drunk noble rambled as a he sat a nearby serving wench on his lap. She put the pitcher she had been sloshing around down on the table, she could rest a spell.
Kol laughed and took the pitcher of ale, "He may, unless that Austrian takes the throne. There is a war now, my lord."
"Si, and I have put gold on both sides, so I will prosper either way," the ruddy man rumbled. To Kol, that made little sense, but he was not in this tavern for the conversation. He was looking for some amusement and a meal.
"You speak of war, but what of the devils afoot. The next village over was said to be overrun by demons. Dost that not make thee fearful, Baron?" the serving wench trembled.
"Rumors that the peasants spread when they do not want to plow the fields. I do not believe in such nonsense. What about you, lord?" the Baron asked Kol. He was posing as a rich foreign lord. Kol was alarmed for a moment, he had not attacked that village. If not him, then who? His brothers and sister were not that careless. Kol had been turning vampires when he grew lonely, perhaps one of them did this deed?
"As you say, lord. Nonsense! How about we retire to a private room to continue our conversation. This ale house is loud and bawdy," Kol complained.
The baron and the girls followed Kol into a private room. Kol compelled them all to stay and then drained them one by one. He let the last one live and told her to get her friends in the tavern to come to him. He gave her a handful of gold coins to lure them. She did. He drained them in the same fashion. Kol went back out to the bar room and drank more. He joined a gambling game and won a little until a fight broke out. Kol was struck in the crossfire. This angered him and he grabbed the man who hit him and crushed his windpipe, dropping him to the floor in a crumpled heap. A woman screamed and Kol went for the kill. People began to flee and then he heard another sound. Kol looked to the door, it was his brothers.
"Niklaus! Elijah! What say you? Come to have a drink with your brother?" Kol exclaimed gleefully. Kol was deep in his cups. He had not had this much merriment in ages! People were still screaming and trying to attack Kol. A man smashed a chair on his back and it barely phased him.
"Brother, you must come with us now. Word of your folly has reached Father. He is here. There is no time to explain. Come," Elijah said reaching out to grab Kol. Kol dodged him.
"Father does not want me. He wants Nik. He shall leave me to my business. Why should I fear him?" Kol scoffed.
"Kol, he cut the head off my favorite horse! He will kill all of you for siding with me for 700 years. Now, stop this and come with us. Rebekah has loaded Finn on the ship already. The countryside is burning," Klaus thundered as he ripped the heart out of man trying to hit Elijah on the head with a club.
"No, I am no longer a child. You cannot force me to accompany you on some deathtrap of a ship. I wish to stay here. If Father slaughters me, so be it," Kol said. He was more than a little drunk, but he meant it.
"Kol, we insist that you come with us right now or...," Elijah thundered.
"Or what, Elijah? I will not let you flog me again, not like that, I promise ye that," Kol growled. Klaus and Elijah exchanged a look and suddenly Elijah pinned back Kol's arms. Kol was strong, but he was drunk. Elijah was sober and always a bit stronger.
Klaus pulled out his white oak ash dagger. Kol's eyes grew wide with panic and betrayal.
"There will come a day, Brothers, when I will not be so easily subdued," Kol vowed. Klaus daggered Kol and everything went dark until he woke up in the French colony of Louisiana years later.
February 1913
"Why, Niklaus? Why did you not just leave me in Spain?" Kol whispered. It was night now. Klaus had been sitting there for hours. He couldn't wake Kol up and could only mop his brow with a damp cloth.
"Always and forever, Kol. We could not leave you. We would not even leave Finn," Klaus said helping Kol sit up and drink his tea.
"Arghh! What in the hell is in this? Tar? It's horrible," Kol spat.
"Dominque said it would help. Drink it and quit complaining. Why are you asking about Spain?" Klaus asked.
"We never talked about it. I was on my own in Europe for years and then you came on got me. Did you really think Mikael would kill me?" Kol pressed.
"No, but you are our brother. You belong with us. But, that being said, we gave you a chance to try on your own. But Kol, you drew Mikael to us. We can never let that happen again," Klaus confirmed.
"The steamboat! Marcel, Rebekah, the water...Bloody hell! That was all real, was it not?" Kol grimaced.
"We do not know how you ended up underwater, if you got caught in that paddleboat or run over. We would have never found you without Dominque, young man. You and Marcel are never going to pull a stunt like this again. Do I make myself clear?" Klaus clarified.
"You are scaring me, mate," Kol acknowledged.
"Good. Then, perhaps you will never do anything so stupid again," Klaus said firmly.
"I am hungry. Can I have some blood?" Kol asked in a small voice.
"Not now. I am wondering if I shouldn't just get you ready to deal with now. I think I'm calm enough. Can you get up? I've been much too irritated to even consider it these last few days," Klaus revealed.
"Days? How long have I been out of it?" Kol asked in shock.
"Three days," Elijah said coming through the door. "Sorry, to intrude like that, but I thought I heard you voice."
"I did not realize it was that long. I had been dreaming of that tavern in Spain. I was starting to kill everyone in there and having a fine time until the two of you showed up," Kol joked.
"We saved you from yourself, baby Brother," Elijah remarked. "Finish that tea or we shall get Dominque up here to make more!"
Kol made a face and choked down the rest of the foul substance.
"I shall get Rebekah and Kol, if you are up for it. They have been distraught," Klaus admitted.
Rebekah came in quickly, "I wish you were out of that bed so I could slap your face!"
"Whoa, none of that, Sister. We promised we would punish them," Elijah confirmed.
"Punish? I already got punished by the Mississippi. Marcel, old chap, were you injured?" Kol asked.
"Not like you. I am just glad you are alright, Kol. It was high folly for me to try to save something so inconsequential," Marcel confessed.
Elijah pulled out the hairbrush in question.
"Actually, this is now quite the special little heirloom. Dominque spelled it to not allow any healing around its vicinity. So this hairbrush is now...," Elijah trailed off.
"Our worst enemy?" Kol prompted.
"Only if you continue to need so much correction! But now that Kol is recovering, I have an idea...Why don't we go out on the river boat tonight? All of us, Kol, are you up for it? Just as a family," Klaus suggested.
"Aye, I swear I will not jump off the boat this time. Sister, I would like to make it up to you," Kol said seriously.
Rebekah tapped her foot and looked at Elijah, "Yes, Niklaus. That's a fine idea. We'll have dinner, take in the show, and let Elijah pay."
Elijah groaned, "If only all of you did not have such rich tastes! But alas, I am game. Let's get dressed and meet in say thirty minutes. Niklaus, you can tell Cook dinner is cancelled."
Klaus winced, "Of course. I am sure she will be thrilled." It amused Elijah that his brother tiptoed around their cook more than he did the important figures of the city whom he tended to bully. Sometimes Niklaus was a mystery to him, even after 900 years.
The family spent a very pleasant evening on the steamboat. The giant paddlewheel made a rhythmic splashing sound as the giant boat made its way around the bends in the mighty Mississippi River.
Rebekah took off her white gloves a moment and gripped the railing as she stared at the water. She couldn't help but relive the previous accident.
"You know this is one of the world's great rivers in front of us," Elijah smiled.
"Oh Elijah, somehow you almost startled me. I must have been deep in thought," Rebekah said clutching her chest a moment.
"They will be alright, Sister. I can read your thoughts," Elijah said putting an arm around her.
"And I yours. You do not have to say anything, I already forgave you," Rebekah conceded.
"I cannot forgive myself. I was jealous of you and Marcellus. It had nothing to do with you. I had been dreaming of Celeste...But there is no excuse for the way I treated you. You know, you have every right to be happy and share a bed, a home, a life with Marcel," Elijah confessed.
"I believe we will someday, but I cannot rub it into Nik's face. I know he cannot help how he feels. Listen, you gave up love so many times to reel in Niklaus, to flee with us, to keep 'always and forever' real. You will have it again, big Brother. I swear to you. And stop punishing yourself. You apologized, I forgave you. Enough," Rebekah demanded.
Elijah nodded.
"I mean it, Elijah. Anymore sulking and after you thrash Kol and Marcel with my newly enchanted hairbrush, I'll have Dominque use it on your stubborn backside!" Rebekah threatened. She smiled and kissed Elijah on the cheek as she joined the others.
Elijah flushed. Dominque, the witch from Algiers, certainly was powerful enough. He vowed to shake off his guilt. Elijah did not want to be at her mercy for a single second. He put a smile on his face and they all had a nice river cruise for the rest of the night.
The Compound
March 2013-The Next Day
"Boys, you need to get upstairs after breakfast. The new Pastor Hassleback has invited you to his youth group at the church. They are doing some volunteer work and I thought it would be a wonderful opportunity for you both to learn some maturity and how to make good decisions," Elijah pontificated.
"Why do we have to go upstairs?" Kol whined.
Elijah gave him a pointed look, "I think it is time for us to talk about your behavior."
"Then, we have to go to church!" Marcel disputed hotly.
"But we will not heal, will we? Who ever heard of a bloody magic brush?" Kol uttered.
"You ought to get extra for the language! Rebekah and I are going out for a while. Shopping, sadly for me. We shall see you later," Klaus said. He patted Kol on the shoulder and kissed Marcel on the head.
"Hurry, gentleman! The pastor is going to be waiting. I heard he is keen on licking boys who are late or misbehave himself with that strap of his," Elijah encouraged.
"This is another nightmare!" Kol moaned.
"You know what to do. Go to my room and wait for me. In the corner. Just like you did what, a few days back," Elijah mused.
Elijah gave them a few minutes and then headed up. He was pleased to find both boys in 'their' corners without their trousers on. The hairbrush was on Elijah's dresser.
"You really do need to get on to the church so I am going to skip the long lecture. However, Niklaus did beg you not to do anything dangerous or immature the other day and both of you go ahead and defy all logic. I think both this brush and time with the pastor will teach you that you are capable of making better choices," Elijah finished.
Elijah sat on his bed and called over Marcel.
"Dominque mentioned that this spell might make you feel human for a while. Please remember that if you had been human, you would have both killed yourselves on that boat. Think about that while I am paddling you. You ready?" Elijah asked. He had flipped Marcel's dress shirt up and had been tapping the flat wooden brush against his smooth backside. Marcel was tense.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Whap. Whap.
Elijah began to swat the center of each cheek lightly. He figured he would build up the heat rather than come on too strong.
The square brush was heavy and wide and Marcel's behind was already turning pink.
"I know it hurts. You do not have to be brave here. It is just us," Elijah said smacking him steadily. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap.
Marcel's eyes widened and he bit into his fist to keep from crying out. The brush felt like it was stinging his behind with a thousand tiny barbs of fire. Internally, he cursed the witch for spelling the brush, then Kol, and then himself for his stupidity.
"Ouch!" Marcel started to hear himself say as he began to twist and turn to avoid the instrument of his doom. Elijah just kept swatting until Marcel's rear was a light pink.
"Please, Uncle...I am sorry," Marcel heard himself beg.
"I know. I am going to finish up. These are going to be harder," Elijah warned.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
"Arrrrrghhh" Marcel wailed and began to try to push himself up. Elijah's arm restrained him and the hard spanks continued. Marcel felt himself starting to sob, but it hurt a lot more than the last spanking he got just a week earlier.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
"I w-will nn-not d-do i-it again!" Marcel yelped as Elijah paddled the area under the crease of his bottom cheeks firmly twice each.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
"I know. Almost done," Elijah said softly. He smacked the center of Marcel's behind across both cheeks four times and put the brush down.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Elijah was concerned enough about the deep red color of Marcel's backside to rub it gently for a few minutes.
"Ready to get up?" Elijah asked.
Marcel nodded and Elijah helped him up and over into the corner. He figured he would let his bottom cool off before he wrapped things up. Plus, he still had Kol to punish. Elijah had planned on being harder on Kol, but that brush had a nasty kick. Any harder and Marcel would have been bruised.
"It is time, Kol," Elijah said softly.
Kol was resigned to the spanking he had coming, but he was dreading it all the same. Elijah also seated himself on the bed and lay Kol over his lap. He picked up the brush and gave Kol the same lighter and slower warm up than he gave Marcel. Like Marcel, Kol was soon squirming and trying to get out of position.
"Try to stay still a little while longer. I would hate to add on another spanking after supper tonight," Elijah cautioned.
"No! Please, it really hurts," Kol wailed. He threw back his hands and splayed them over his bottom to protect it. He knew he was only buying time, but he needed a break from the burning.
Elijah whacked him a little harder on the top of his thighs for his trouble and whining.
"Settle down. You know if you do not behave while over my knee, you get paddled much harder! Now stop," Elijah threatened.
But Kol could not take this extra sting and burn, he pushed himself up and off Elijah's knee.
"Kol, I am going to count to three and if you are not back over my knee, you are getting another spanking tonight with this brush. One," Elijah warned.
"I cannot. It hurts too much," Kol wept.
"Two!" Elijah continued, "Kol, I mean it."
"No, I am doing it. Give me a minute," Kol begged.
"That is three. Niklaus can spank you after your bath or before supper, I do not care, but you will learn to obey," Elijah growled as he yanked Kol back over into position.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Kol screamed out, "NO! NO! S-Sorry!"
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Elijah gave Kol exactly the same amount of smacks he did Marcel, but he did swat Kol harder. Kol's behind was a blotchy, angry red. Elijah threw down the brush and also rubbed his rear end.
Elijah grabbed his handkerchief and wiped his brother's face. He pulled him up and cuddled him to him.
"We lost you, Kol. Without your witch friend, you could still be down at the bottom of the River. No more of that nonsense. Cut back on the drinking. I want you to be an example of helpfulness and responsibility today at the church. The pastor will spank if you misbehave there again and by the condition of your bottom, that will not be pleasant, so best behavior alright? You might even have fun," Elijah remarked.
Kol's cried died down as he lay his head on Elijah's shoulder.
"Y-Yes, sir," Kol said. Elijah glanced at the hair brush with a new respect, it got results.
"Marcel, come here please," Elijah called. He let Kol lay on the bed a moment before putting on his pants.
Elijah held Marcel and let him cry on him, too. He hugged him lightly and said similar things to him.
"I mean it, you could have fun today if you let yourselves. Meet some new people. But do not be fooled, this is part of your punishment, so no skipping out or compelling anyone to do your work for you. We love you both so much. But we need you to start growing up a little," Elijah revealed.
Marcel and Kol spent the day at the church. They went out and helped distribute food and supplies to people in the community. Elijah had not told them that the Mikaelson's funded the charity venture. The pastor was pleased with their work ethic and told Elijah that when he came to pick them up.
Later that night after Kol's bath, Klaus spanked him again with the cursed hairbrush. He took it better this time, but it still stung and hurt a lot more than he remembered. As Klaus held him in his bed, Kol had a realization.
"Nik, I never realized until tonight that you all risked your lives to get me that night in Spain in 1702. I was always so angry that you daggered me, but I never thought about how it could have ended up differently for all of you. Thank you, Brother. Thank you for taking me with you," Kol smiled sadly.
"Kol, Elijah looked through more taverns than you can imagine. We would never have left our baby Brother there. We had a plan that if we couldn't find you, we would not have left," Klaus admitted.
"You would have made a stand with Mikael?" Kol asked in horror. Mikael was a Viking warrior. He lived to hunt and kill when human, when made a vampire, he became a killing machine unlike no other. And on the blood of other vampires, he got stronger than any of them.
"Yes. I tried to break my hybrid curse. If I could transform into a werewolf, maybe I'd have the strength to finally fight him on equal terms. I refuse to drink vampire blood...All I need is a doppelgänger," Klaus laughed.
"Not many of those around, eh?" Kol replied.
"No, but someday, somewhere, I'll find one and I'll break this curse. Then, we won't have to fear Father and his wrath, just our own folly," Klaus admitted.
"I hope I am there to fight by your side. I just hope my arse does not sting so much!" Kol winced rubbing his tender behind.
"Nay, I am sure you will be much better behaved in the future," Klaus assured him.
"Indeed," Kol agreed, but he was not so sure.