Finn/Kol, hand and bath brush (very intense)

Contains figging. This chapter was the request of VampireQueen666.

The tortoise jumped into the lake with dreams of becoming a sea turtle.
Elijah, Freya, 2014
As Freya lifted her hand to knock on the door, Elijah said, "You may come in."

Freya walked into Elijah's room and he found himself wondering how long it would take before she took to barge into his room on a whim, like their younger siblings. It was, of course, very possible, that Freya would continue respect his privacy. It was a novel concept, but Elijah held out hope that Freya would follow in their siblings' footsteps.

"Are you feeling a little paranoid?" Elijah asked as Freya cast the silencing spell that he had grown up with.

"I'd like to say it's to protect Kol's feelings," Freya said, "and I don't want to hurt him. But I want Finn to join us and I know that I won't be able to do that without your help."

Big brother swoops into save the day. It was a role Elijah played very well. He supposed it didn't matter all that much that Finn and Freya were older than him. The roles were too ingrained. And Freya was right, Elijah held the ties that bound their family together. He could decide to bring Finn back into the fold and, with time and effort, their family would accept him.

"I'm not sure it's worth the effort," Elijah said. Freya opened her mouth, but he held up his hand. Freya clenched her jaw, but she didn't interrupt him. "This isn't simply a matter of us being reluctant. Finn has made it clear he doesn't want us."

"I don't care what he wants," Freya said, "he needs us. No one can survive eternity alone."

"He has you," Elijah pointed out.

"But I don't want to tear myself in half juggling two different lives. Always and forever, I swore that Finn and I swore that to you," Freya said, "it's the only way I was able to survive Dahlia."

"Finn never made that oath," Elijah said.

"Didn't he?" Freya closed the distance between the two of them. "For a hundred years, he stayed with his family."

"And we kept him in a box for nine hundred years," Elijah said. He folded his arms as he crossed one leg over the other. "In truth, none of us regret that." Elijah caught Freya's wrist before she could slap him. "If you aren't capable of temperance when confronted with the mildest of uncomfortable truths, I urge you to abandon your ridiculous quest."

"I could say the same about your quest to redeem Niklaus," Freya said.

"You will end up saying worse things about my quest in the coming years, I'm sure," Elijah said, "and they, of course, would all be true. Only a few short years ago, Niklaus nearly killed Rebekah. She called our father, the man who spent centuries hunting him down, because Klaus broke her heart one too many times. All I had to do was keep her safe for day, and I failed in that task."

Freya was of Elijah's blood. "But she survived, Elijah. And she's right down the hall finger painting with Hope and Klaus."

Elijah would not wish his affliction on anyone, much less someone he loved so dearly. "When I think about that night, my mind keeps going to my baby sister who was kind enough not to beg me when she asked me to choose her over Niklaus."

Freya turned away. Elijah could still smell her tears. "I don't care what it'll cost me." She jerked around and glared at him. "I will fight for our family to be reunited until my last breath."

Elijah knew when he was beaten, but he did have one question he needed answered. "What is your hope, Freya? What is the singular truth that you hold so close that you will walk a path filled with one failure after another?"

Freya didn't even have to think. "Because the kind anger he's holding onto is only born when you care. Betrayals don't wound you unless something you love was taken." Elijah moved to her and wiped away her tears with the edge of his thumb. Her smile was wobbly. "No handkerchief?"

"I don't need it this time," Elijah said.

"I hate our mother for what she did to you," Freya said. Elijah tried to turn his head to the side to gather his thoughts. Freya didn't let him. She grabbed his face with both hands. "I saw what she did to you. And when I did, she broke me even more than she already had. I loved you from the moment she told us she was pregnant. I sang to you and promised to protect you. She was so proud of me for being such a good big sister. But then she hurt you. As if we meant nothing."

After a moment. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"Finn watched Esther torture and he did nothing. Worse, I could tell part of him enjoyed it. Do you, my little brother, want him back in your life?"

Elijah's wants were too unfathomable to grant without sacrifice, but narrow in scope. "I haven't really thought about it."

"Don't think," Freya said, "just tell me what you feel."

"A sterile corridor," Elijah said, "what I feel is almost certainly behind the red door at the end of it." Freya pulled him into a hug. Elijah found he was startled. He returned the hug. "Until my last breath, Freya, I will help you in this."

Kol thinks Elijah and Klaus are the only brothers that can take his prankster behind in hand. Finn proves he's wrong.
requested by VampireQueen666
Finn/Kol, 2018

As Kol relaxed in his bubble bath, he reflected on how good his day had been. He'd acquired some owl feathers by slightly illegal means and spent weeks preparing various pranks on his older brothers. It was a fine way to teach his niece fun magic. Nik had been too proud of Hope's magical prowess to punish Kol. Elijah had given him a talking to, but the fact that he kept smiling during the lecture made it very hard to take him seriously. Freya was not inclined to punish anyone's misuse of magic if no one was hurt. His disciplinarians had let him get off with less than a slap on the wrist and when he was done with his bath, he'd sleep very comfortably on his back.

Finn entered Kol and Davina's bathroom without knocking and yanked Kol right out of the tub. As Finn sat down on the toilet, he put Kol straight across his lap.

"What are you doing?" Kol demanded to know as he flailed around like a fish out of water. And he was useless as a fish out of water. "Why can't I get up?"

Finn had put a big hand on the small of Kol's back, keeping him pinned firmly across his lap. "Freya's spell stands."

A chill crawled up Kol's spine. Freya had concocted a spell in the compound to suppress the supernatural abilities of anyone who was due for a spanking. But the spell accounted for the complicated hierarchy that had developed over the past several years. For example, Rebekah or Hayley couldn't take Kol to task. Only Elijah, Nik, and Freya could activate that spell on Kol. "It shouldn't work for you."

"I spoke to Freya about your appalling behavior and she found my case for you needing a firmer hand compelling," Finn said.

"You killed me!" Kol rocked around but Finn had the strength of an original vampire while Kol was as strong as an average seventeen-year-old human. "You lost any right you'd ever had to punish me when you forced Davina to watch me die."

"And, yet, here you are," Finn said, "face down on my knee with no recourse." He cupped one of Kol's cheeks before gently smacking it. "It's about time you faced real consequences for your misdeeds."

Kol could not believe that Freya would do this to him. Finn's hand was larger and harder than even Elijah's. He shivered and squirmed as Finn palmed his wet, vulnerable skin. Finn had touched him with a different set of hands when he'd cursed Kol to death. But they felt the same. Kol feared them and it made him freeze up. Finn was right. Kol was helpless.

"It looks like you're finally ready to submit," Finn said.

"You will regret this," Kol vowed.

Finn grabbed something. "I doubt that." Kol became very alarmed when Finn prodding fingers began to part his cheeks. "You're all bark." Finn was using some sort of cold substance to make opening Kol up easier. "This," Finn was pushing something firm inside, "is ginger root." It burned so much that Kol found the strength to wiggle around and briefly dislodged Finn's hand. Briefly. Finn was able pushed the ginger completely inside. He then easily pinned Kol's legs between his own. It tightened his cheeks, making the root scratch the walls of his cheeks. The sting made Kol's eyes tear up and gasp. "You'll find its persuasive powers potent."

"Get that thing out of me," Kol had meant to shout but it came out as a whimpered plea.

"No," Finn said, "give me your hands."

Kol refused. Finn smacked the top of the root. His palm caught plenty of damp skin to punish as he forced the ginger down deeper each time his palm crashed down. The ginger's sting pierced through intimate parts while Finn used his sturdy hand to light a fire on protective layers. "This doesn't count as part of your punishment," Finn said, making sure to whack Kol soundly on each word, "you would do well to stop defying me."

"Fine," Kol spat. He instantly regretted giving Finn his hands. His brother easily pinned them to his back with one hand and pushed him forward. It gave Finn better access to his target and forced Kol's face closer to the ground. Finn had him completely bound and there was nothing he could grab onto to steady himself. Kol's heart began to race as the dawning realization that he was completely and totally at Finn's mercy hit him.

Finn reached over and gathered some of the bath water next to him. Water dripped through his fingers and onto Kol's legs. Finn was coating Kol's buttocks with fresh water. Kol groaned as the water mixed with the ginger oil and made the sting he was forced to endure much worse. Finn repeated this process several times until every inch of Kol's cheeks and upper thighs were very damp.

Without warning, Finn began to spank Kol's wet skin with one sharp smack after another. The crack of a stern hand punishing soft skin was so loud that Kol's cries were initially drowned out. As Finn dried his target with hateful heat, the crisp sound of Kol's spanking dulled enough so Kol's shrieks were audible. By the time Finn had tanned his skin dry, the burn of the ginger had faded enough so that Kol barely felt it. His complete attention was on what Finn hand was doing to his bottom, which had become a nice rosy pink under Finn's relentless care.

There was no pattern to Finn's falling hand. He just hit whatever flesh he felt needed correction. That often meant that Finn would smack the same patch of skin over and over, leaving behind a palm shaped crimson mark that stood out proudly. Just as often, he'd lay down the law randomly. His palm would connect with Kol's left thigh, he'd raise his hand again, and his fingers greeted the crest of Kol's entire buttocks. No matter where Finn decided to chastise, Kol's curves would flatten in response to the force he put behind each blow.

Finn found Kol's high pitched screams grating to listen to, but he didn't let the minor inconvenience distract from his goal. His baby brother was in dire need of a long and hard thrashing. He'd never been spanked soundly enough to motivate a change behavior and Finn aimed to change that. Finn was quite sure the lesson he had in store for Kol would be extremely educational. The first part was easy. He just needed to smack Kol until his little brother accepted Finn's authority. When Kol was quiet and limp, that's when Finn's real work would begin.

By the time Kol was quiet and limp, all of buttocks and thighs were crimson. The burn inside of him was deeply unpleasant but the fire Finn had light with his steady hand and perfect aim was so intense he barely noticed it. "Please," he begged as Finn's laid down a fresh smack on Kol's sore skin, "no more."

Finn continued to punish Kol. "Are you asking for a reprieve?"

Kol's tears slid down his face and landed on the tile floor. "Please."

"Why are you asking me to grant you mercy?" Finn said as bit into Kol's undercurves with his fingers. He was using them like he would a strap, laying down welts on where they would do the most good. Kol would acutely feel the effects of his richly deserved punishment in the days to come.

"Because you're the one hitting me!" Kol spat.

Finn made his point by striking the middle of Kol's thighs, "Mind your tongue." Before Kol had a chance to disobey, Finn turned the spanking up several notches. Kol howled and completely burst into tears and tried to kick and squirm. Finn kept him helpless and trapped and kept beating him until he became quiet and limp again. Finn stopped spanking but kept his hand on Kol's burning skin to remind him that could change at any moment. "Let me make this very simple for you. I'm the one doing the chastising while you are the one whimpering over my knee. What do you think that says about our relationship on a fundamental level?"

"You have power over me," Kol said.

"There's no doubt in my mind that you will attempt to change that," Finn patted the sore looking bottom resting on his knee, awaiting further discipline. Kol's shoulders tensed. "You may even succeed. But, right now, I do have that power. And I intend to use that power to teach you that it would be in your best interests to learn obedience and respect."

"With this?" Kol asked, unimpressed. It hurt, but he'd gotten spanked harder for worse misdeeds he was often still inclined to repeat.

"This," Finn gave the bottom resting on his knee some discipline by smacking it soundly for a minute or so. Finn waited for Kol's whines to die down before continuing, "is a warm-up." Kol turned to look at Finn, eyes wide with horror and fear. He was beginning to learn. Finn stopped pinning his wrists and legs. "Get up," he said, "and fetch me the bath brush and the ginger on the sink."

Kol pushed himself off of Finn's lap. He reached behind to gently rub his punished skin. Finn allowed him this, as he was obeying. On the return trip, Finn studied his face. Washed out, blood shot, with tears drying on his face. He was a child who had been corrected over a knee. Kol lowered his eyes as he handed over the very tools that would be used to continue that correction.

"Lie over my lap," Finn said.

He swallowed, but Kol obeyed.

"I trust," Finn said as he carefully removed the ginger nestled between his cheeks, "that you will not fight me for the duration of this punishment."

"I don't have much of a choice, do I?" Kol said.

Kol was holding back tears. Finn picked up the lube next to his left foot. He took his time, making sure that Kol wouldn't have to deal with friction as he received the second ginger root. It slid in easily and Kol gasped. As Finn smacked the ginger down Kol's legs opened a few inches before closing back again. Finn gave him a solid round of smacks to both inner thighs to aid the ginger's teaching burn.

It was time for the wooden bath brush. The business end was about the size of Finn's palm and several inches thick. Kol would gain much when Finn applied it where it was desperately needed. "I want you to thank me after each spank," he said.

"Go to hell," Kol said. He was too exhausted to add any bite into his tone.

Finn was satisfied his little brother was sufficiently meek. Kol was learning his place. He didn't have to enjoy his position, he just had to accept it and act accordingly. Finn smacked Kol with the bath brush hard enough to push Kol deep into his lap. A round patch of white skin quickly becoming brown was the only evidence of its touch. When Kol didn't thank Finn, he was smacked even harder on the same spot. The darkening bruise sunk deeper into Kol's skin.

Kol choked in pain. "Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?" Finn asked.

"Because you told me to, you jackass," Kol snarled.

"Very good," Finn said. He pressed the bath brush over the delicate crease just above Kol's left thigh. Once again, Kol was pushed deep into Finn's lap by the force of the blow.

Kol sniffing was loud. "Thank you." Finn gave the same exact punishment to Kol's right crease. The twin red bruises were nearly identical. Both would serve Kol very well. "Thank you."

"What am I teaching you?" Finn asked.

Kol's voice was dull and it sounded like his throat was sore, "To obey you."

Finn tapped the fullest part of Kol's cheeks a few times. The tension in Kol's back built each time the wooden surface brushed against his well spanked skin. Finn used the brush to paddle a fresh bruise on his right cheek. As Kol gasped in pain and curled his leg, Finn gave the exact same lesson to his left cheek.

"Thank you, thank you," Kol said.

Kol was many things. But he wasn't stupid. Finn's beast of a heart felt a longing for something. But letting his feelings get in the way had been his downfall. It wasn't a mistake he'd repeat. "What are you learning, Kol?"

"You really want me to accept that you're in charge of me." The words came out slowly and softly, with great resentment, but they came out all the same.

Finn needed this lesson to stick. He rose the bath brush and used it to paddle Kol's sit spots. Right, left, then right again. Kol grabbed the fabric of Finn's pants and squeezed them. "Are you?"

Kol had no choice but to accept the brisk paddling while he answered, "For now."

Finn let the bath brush rest on top of the ginger. "Was your moment of fun at the expense of your family worth the consequences?"

"No," Kol admitted. The brutal spanking had done a pretty good job convicting him of that. He wasn't sure if what he was feeling was guilt. Whatever it was, it made Kol feel broken. "Thank you."

Finn dropped the bath brush on the ground and removed the ginger. He helped Kol stand up. He was oddly docile and the expression on his face was blank. Kol needed aftercare but Finn was not equipped to handle that. Kol's whole body flinched when Finn set a hand on his shoulder. He was naked, vulnerable, and afraid. Finn was not expecting how terrible that would make him feel.

"I'll fetch Elijah or Rebekah," Finn said. They both had a gentle streak a mile wide.

"Don't," Kol said, "I don't want anyone to know. Please, Finn." He grabbed at Finn, trying to find purchase. As Kol's fingers wrapped around Finn's shirt, Finn sat down. "I'll start obeying you." Kol was leaning against Finn's chest. Watching him cry was very different than hearing him cry. Finn felt out of his depth as he used his thumb to brush away Kol's tears. "I promise, Finn. I'll obey you and I'll learn whatever you want. But don't let anyone see."

"Davina," Finn said with firmness he did not feel. He loathed the little witch for cursing him to a miserable existence, but she knew how to care for Kol effectively.

Kol shook his head into Finn's chest. Finn had no idea what to do. He watched Kol's tears stain his shirt. He set a hand on the small of Kol's back. Again, Kol flinched. But then he moved closer and curled up against him. It would be best to get someone who knew how to handle this. Finn had lost any patience he once had over the centuries of being aware of his complete isolation, but he somehow managed to find the strength to stay where he was until Kol tears gave way to sleep.

The past is alive in the form of gnawing interior discomfort.
Finn Elijah, 2018

"What is this?" Elijah demanded as Finn set Kol down on the bed.

Finn answered by carefully unwrapping the towel he'd wrapped around Kol. His buttocks and the back of and his inner thighs were covered in overlapping bruises. The collection of blacks, blues, red, and yellows might have been beautiful in another context.

"Did he slaughter a daycare of toddlers?" Elijah asked, "perhaps, instead on the world wide web, he decided to ignite a flame war most literal." He looked like Niklaus in the way he was stalking Finn. "His crime must have been quite atrocious to even begin to justify this."

"I should have handled it differently," Finn said.

"I don't think I've ever heard you admit to a wrongdoing before," Elijah said, "In any other any other circumstance, I might take that a sign of your growth."

"The ends justified the means," Finn said.

The only reason Elijah didn't tear out Finn's throat is because Kol stirred. As Finn expected, Elijah turned his attention away from vengeance to focus on attending to something damaged. He sat down next to Kol and brushed his fingers through Kol's tangled hair. "What were you ends, Finn?"

"This piecemeal of a family has not fallen into chaos because of an ever so precise hierarchy," Finn stepped back until his back hit the wall. He leaned against it. "For better or for worse, I am part of this family. I have every intention to join you and Freya in leading it."

"Birth order doesn't dictate where you stand," Elijah said. He started to stand up but Kol caught his attention again. Finn did not share Elijah's gifts in music, but he could play his younger brother like a fiddle. And he could handle that fiddle well. Once he'd learned why the Original most driven by compassion left him to rot for so long, Elijah's very nature clicked into place.

"I know," Finn said, "I have to earn it. That's exactly what I did."

Elijah squinted in the way he did when he was trying to figure something out. "Are you under the impression that I," Elijah's dark tone served Kol poorly. The loud voice made him moan. Elijah had no choice but calm down and think clearly. He was still very stubborn. "Or Freya, for that matter, would not only condone but reward such vile - "

"Abuse," Finn cut in, "innuendos are a weakness, brother."

"Fine," Elijah had calmed. Kol, quite literally, just did that in his sleep. Finn had his cards and he would play them to perfection, but he wasn't going to make the mistake of underestimating Elijah ever again. Being blown up hurt, but it was a valuable experience. "What ends justifies abusing our baby brother?"

"Efficiency," Finn said as bent his knee and rested his foot against the wall, "Kol, as always, responds to a show of force. He pledged to obey me."

"Coercion is not a vow," Elijah said. He was cradling Kol's head in his lap. The lines of pain and fear had faded away under Elijah's touch.

"While that's true, the fact of the matter is that Kol bent to me. Every pattern starts with a singular experience. Kol will defy me, as he does with Niklaus. But, like with Niklaus, will ultimately find himself submitting to me over and over. Which brings me to my next ends: necessity. I will be consistent with him and my motive isn't the terror of being left behind." Elijah, as expected, dropped his guard. "I can survive that. My aim is to help him become more considerate and obedient. He will forever be a child and he must learn to accept how that limits him. He will never outgrow the need to be directed and guided. But he can grow enough to only need occasional discipline. But only after I break his willfulness."

"When you started to study psychology, I defended you," Elijah said, "Niklaus said it was just you finding new ways to undermine and attack us."

"I suppose that's what a chronic enabler would see," Finn said. "Klaus and Kol would never had strayed so far if you had the fortitude punish them before they'd fallen so far. Their numerous atrocities are on you, Elijah."

It was the first time Finn had been able to make Elijah flinch.

Finn's sadism was greatly overstated. He'd made his point and he didn't find much interest in putting even more salt in Elijah's open wounds. "Help Kol get through this. Despite what you might think, I do not wish to see out baby brother completely broken."

Finn left to let Elijah tend to Kol's open wounds.

She wasn't sure whether to be impressed or concerned that he folded underwear in neat little packages.
Kol, Elijah, 2018

Elijah was quite familiar with the practice of smacking Kol's bottom. In his most despondent days, his thoughts had been consumed by the centuries of practice that allowed him to perfect that most regretful art. That Kol was perhaps more familiar with the sensation of Elijah's hand hurting him as opposed to holding him. The steps that Elijah had taken, his choice to prioritize Niklaus above all had set Kol's course as much as, if not more so, than their mother stripping him of his magic.

He couldn't blame hindsight, not truly. Most of Kol's transgressions were a cry for attention. There were specific types of mischief he'd get into if was craving affection from Elijah. Bafflingly, it seemed that Kol was willing to pay the toll of a trip over Elijah's knee to get it. But Kol did so, over and over. Even as Elijah got more and more adept at making sure Kol's time under Elijah hand was extremely unpleasant. Frustratingly, he would lash out if Elijah attempted to grow closer to him through others means. He could have and should have done more to bridge the gap between them.

Finn had been brutal with Kol. There had been times when Elijah had been worse. Kol was often gleeful in his atrocities so Elijah took time to commit his own type of atrocity on Kol's backside. Truly, there had been times when Elijah had beaten him much more severely than Finn. The only difference was that Kol body healed rapidly. Kol's heart was a different matter entirely. To this day, Kol flinched when Elijah took off his belt. Because Elijah made sure Kol experience under his lash was terrifying.

In that way, Elijah was worse than their father.

Elijah held Kol and watched him sleep. Whenever he stirred or whimpered, Elijah was there with a gentle touch. It was amazing, really, how quickly Kol calmed with the slightest bit of effort and kindness.

Because of the way Elijah was holding him, the bruises on Kol's bottom and thighs were all but presented for his gaze. He wanted to bite his wrist and feed Kol his blood to erase the wounds marring his little brother. Kol deserved a say in that. It was his body, after all. It had been violated by his family more than enough. So he waited.

Eventually, Kol stirred and woke, blinking away sleep. "What'd I do?" he whined as he reached back, "you spanked me too hard."

"It wasn't me," Elijah said.

Kol's eyes widened. What Elijah saw in them made him want to burn the entire world to ashes. "No," Kol pulled off of Elijah's chest, shaking his head.

Elijah didn't let Kol escape. It was, quite literally, the least he could give. Instead, he pulled Kol in closer. His little brother was tense, Elijah could feel the tight muscles in his back. He was shivering. Elijah kept his room cool and Kol was still naked. Temperature was not the cause. Elijah pressed his hand on the small of his back. He'd done that, countless times, in order to keep him still over his knee. He was even using his left hand. But instead of smacking Kol with his right hand, he was bracing it against the back of his neck and pulling him close. He remembered his mother teaching him how to support Kol's neck while holding him the day he was born. Kol's frantic heartbeat caught Elijah's attention. Steadily, it was slowing down. Slowly, the tension in his back was dissolving.

"Are you okay?" Kol asked.

That's what Elijah was supposed to ask Kol. "I want to heal you."

Kol pressed his face in the crook of Elijah's neck and nodded. It was strange how reluctant Elijah was to remove his hand from Kol's back. But he had to. He bit his wrist. Kol's neck was secure in his hand so he tilted it up just enough to feed. Elijah's left hand was at the small of his before the magic of his blood healed Kol's wounds.

Elijah wasn't able to really process the passage of time. But he got the feeling that Kol allowed Elijah to hold him for quite some time.

But he eventually broke the tension. "I'm getting kind of uncomfortable here, Elijah."

He was still naked.

That was a problem he could solve. He retrieved some clothes from his dresser. Kol was taller, but not so much that Elijah's clothes wouldn't fit.

"Are you going to dress me too?" Kol sassed.

"Don't tempt me," Elijah said.

"I want to go back to my room," Kol said.

Elijah sat down next to him. Turned him around. Put both of his hands on Kol's shoulders. "It's good to want things, Kol."

"If you keep me from our bed, my wife will boil your brain," Kol escaped Elijah's hold before plopping down on his back. "I can't lie, brother. I'm going to enjoy watching that."

"And she will enjoy watching you watch her," Elijah said as he stretched out next to Kol, "you two are disgustingly cute together."

Kol beamed.