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Pairing: Klaus/Damon (M/M) hand

Based on 'The Vampire Diaries,' Season 3, Episode 16, '1912′

Mystic Falls, Virginia

Salvatore Estate

June 18th, 1839

Lillian Salvatore knew that her time was soon. She groaned and leaned back in the big feather bed as her maid swabbed her forehead with a cool cloth.

"Rest now, Madam," Alice whispered. "Not too much longer."

"Is my husband back?" Lillian wondered.

Alice shook her head, "Not yet. We sent word to Richmond."
"That tis fine," Lillian said. "Giuseppe is not a patient man. He would most likely fret and shout that I have cost him money, if I labor too long."

Alice chuckled and held a glass of water to her lips.

"The babe will be here when he is ready. He is probably as stubborn as his father," Alice noted.

Lillian smiled to herself and thought you have no idea...

But to her maid, she asked, "And how do you know it tis a boy? My mother birthed five girls to my late father's chagrin."

"I carried my sons the same as you, low and to the side," Alice commented. "My sister, Angela, carried her girl higher. You shall find out shortly, my dear."
Lillian nodded, "Have you heard from your sweet sister?"

"Just a few letters. The new estate suits her well," Alice said, busying herself with the cloth. In truth, her sister had bore Master Salvatore's child and then he sent her to one of his other estates. She would never think of her niece as a bastard, only the father was one. A right cruel one at that.

"Good to hear," Lillian said, before another contraction shook her frame. "Ahhhh, they are coming faster."

The midwife came and a few hours later, Damon Salvatore came into the world.

November 20, 1850

Years later, when Stefan was born, Lillian always laughed to think how Giuseppe had never even suspended Damon was not his own flesh and blood. When a series of animal attacks struck the land and Giuseppe's paranoia took over, only Lillian knew the truth. Her husband's instincts were correct. Supernaturals lived among them in Mystic Falls, though Lily suspected that they were less barbaric than the Italian immigrant she had wed when she was a slip of girl. As the years rolled by, Giuseppe's indulgence in drink and womanizing had only grown with his vast wealth. And he seemed to hate the boy, Damon, as much as he loved Stefan.

"Mistress, Cook is asking about the supper menu for this week," Alice prompted.

Lily pushed back from her writing desk. She kept a secret diary that she hid in a compartment in the back of the ornate secretary desk. She was surrounded by rich, beautiful things, but yet she lived in fear.

"Thank you, Alice. I shall be downstairs shortly," Lily smiled. She continued to write until she heard her boys. She smiled.

"Mother, what are you doing?" Damon asked, coming in the well-appointed parlor with Stefan on his shoulders.

"Just writing the accounts, my loves. Tis almost time for lunch. Go wash up and we shall dine," Lily encouraged.

Damon cast a glance as the diary and smiled, "Yes, Mother. Just allow me to dump this sack of old potatoes in the root cellar and I shall meet you for luncheon."

Stefan laughed and tried to tickle his brother from his position on his shoulders.

"If you make me laugh, I shall truly drop you," Damon warned lightly.

"Boys!" Giuseppe yelled loudly. "Stop this nonsense at once."

Damon hastily put down Stefan and faced his father with a reddened face.

"I am sorry, Father, it was my fault," Damon apologized, eyeing Stefan to keep his mouth shut.

"Husband, they were just playing," Lily coaxed. "Are you hungry? It tis so nice that you are joining us during the day."

"I am not, Lillian," Giuseppe ground out. "I came to take Damon into town with me. There is more trouble afoot."

"But he has not eaten yet and he has his lessons, surely it can wait," Lily tried, looking at her eleven year old in alarm. The boy was frightened.

"He can eat later. All he is doing here is making mischief, as usual. Damon put on your jacket. The council is convening," Giuseppe instructed.

"Yes, Father," Damon said bravely.

162 Years Later

Mikaelson Mansion

March 15, 2012

"Niklaus, now that the renovations are finished. I thought it would be lovely to have a little faire la fête with the Salvatore brothers. Would you join me?" Elijah asked, watching Klaus put the finishing touches on his latest landscape painting.

"Can you not see that I am busy, Brother," Klaus growled. He tossed down his paintbrush and got up irritably.

"You're almost finished with that. Now, we have some business to discuss with those two, do you not agree?" Elijah pressed, staring intently at his younger brother.

"I am done with Stefan. He and his insolent brother will never willingly hand over the doppelgänger, Elena," Klaus surmised.

"We shall make them," Elijah said firmly. "We can compel them or make it worth their while. You can have all the hybrids you want in the future."

Klaus stood and gazed into the fire.

"Maybe that is not what I want anymore, Elijah. My hybrids have been nothing but a disappointment to me, though they did a decent job on this house. But they were not truly what I anticipated," Klaus admitted. "But have the brothers over. I'll compel a chef from town and some lovely waitresses from that new four star place in town."
"Good. I am pleased to hear you say that about your hybrids. I found them quite useless really, if you want my honest opinion," Elijah said. "I'll make the preparations."

Klaus sighed, turning from the blazing fire. He took his canvas and pitched it into the large fire place.

"I never ask for your honest opinion, Brother, yet you give it to me anyway," Klaus fretted. "Do what you will. My plans of late have seemed to turn to ashes as will this painting."

Elijah clamped a hand on Klaus' shoulder.

"Fear now, Niklaus. I know what you truly need," Elijah said quietly.

Klaus put a hand over Elijah's.

"Aye, you always have," Klaus acknowledged sadly.

Salvatore Boarding House

Stefan ran a hand through his styled blond hair.

"Damon, um, we got invited to the Mikaelsons' tonight for a dinner," Stefan explained, tossing the gilded invitation toward his elder brother.

Damon was fixing himself a bourbon.

"Oh great, maybe this time they could kill us both? Or is this you telling me you want to be Klaus' bitch again?" Damon snapped.

Stefan exhaled, "That is over. Klaus knows we're done. I fear this is about Elena. We can't keep her safe without a deal from them. Her blood is the only thing stopping Klaus from making his army of hybrids."

Damon's face darkened and his fangs emerged.
"I wish we could cast all the Mikaelsons into the sea in concrete. Tell me again why we can't?" Damon yelled.

"Because we tried all that. Look, these assholes have witches and other vampires in their pocket from all over the world. We can't fight them straight on. Remember the old saying, 'If you can't beat them, join them?' If we want to keep Elena safe, we have to play ball," Stefan pleaded.

"Fine. I'll go, but if they rip out our pretty hearts, that's on you," Damon warned.

"Klaus could have killed me a hundred times and he didn't," Stefan pointed out. "Plus, look at this. The invitation came from Elijah. Klaus would have just demanded we show up."

Damon shrugged, "I'm only doing this for you and Elena. Those pricks can't have her."

Stefan nodded, "On that, we both agree."

"Drink?" Damon offered.

Stefan smiled and took the bourbon.

"Wait," Damon said, spilling out the amber liquid into the fire. "We should drink the good stuff. It may be our last."
Stefan rolled his eyes, but wondered if Damon was right. They would have to take a chance in order to save Elena from being Klaus' blood donor for all of her natural life.

Mikaelson Mansion

Elijah welcomed the brothers in and asked Stefan, "Where is the lovely Elena tonight?"

Stefan frowned, "I don't know. Ask Damon."

Klaus laughed wryly. "I'm sorry, Stefan, you've missed so much while we were away. Ah, trouble in paradise?"

"One more word about Elena and this dinner's over," Stefan growled. Klaus snickered again and put a finger to his lips. "You know, Elijah and I once loved a Petrova doppelgänger. That didn't work out so well either," Klaus revealed. Elijah's face darkened, "Niklaus, you promised to behave yourself. Why bring up matters so long since resolved?" Klaus signaled over one of the beautiful waitresses and began to drink from her wrist. He paused to respond. "Resolved? Hmm, I don't think so. So Elijah are you ready to tell us why we are all here tonight? And I don't recall promising to behave myself. Tis no fun at all."

"Well, we're not going anywhere Elijah. Please, do tell," Damon implored, taking a sip of his wine.

Elijah nodded, "When our family first settled here, there was a widow named Tatia, an exquisite beauty. She had a son to another man, but every boy of age desired her. But now loved her more than Niklaus."

Klaus cackled, "I'd say there was one who loved her at least as much."

Stefan looked at Damon, "You, Elijah?"

"Yes. Our mother, a powerful witch, wanted to end our feud. We came to find out it was Tatia's blood we consumed in the wine when our mother turned us into vampires. Tatia could not choose between the two of us and we grew...estranged. Harsh words and even blow were traded. Yet, here we are," Elijah shared.

"Because in the end, we realized the sacred bond of family," Klaus said, raising his glass.

Elijah chimed in, "Family above all."

Damon and Stefan joined in the toast. Damon sensed there was more. "So, that is why you asked us here? To hear your family stories." Elijah put down his glass and whispered to the girl behind his chair to fetch the box. The woman set down an old antique box in front of Damon. "Not just our family stories," Elijah said. "I have a gift of sorts for you, Damon. Go on, open it." Damon glanced uneasily at Stefan. "I hope it's not a head." Elijah laughed. "It's not, but it is something from your past."
Damon opened the box carefully and in a few sheets of tissue paper, pulled out an old leather bound journal. He gasped. "Where did you get this?" Damon demanded. Stefan leaned over, "Damon, what it is?" Elijah looked at Klaus and then answered, "Before your family home burned, your father put a number of items in storage in one of his other properties. I procured it when Jenna was showing me the lay of the new town. I was looking into a certain matter of a bridge made from your father's lumber yards. But instead, I found things. Things that belonged to your mother. An old desk in which this book was hidden."
Damon opened the diary. "Yes, this was her accounts ledger. She used to write down household things in it." "No, I think it was a personal journal," Elijah corrected, he got up and walked around the elaborately set table with the now forgotten food. Klaus looked suspicious, "Elijah, whatever are you up to? I know you like your surprises, but what is the point of this?" "May I?" Elijah asked politely, taking the journal. He began to flip through it and then read:

November 20, 1850

Stefan's birth day celebration was fine this year. We had roasted goose and a large party for the newly turned four year old. Stefan's hair is still blond and curly, whereas Damon's is as black as ink. Damon took Stefan around the estate on his new pony that his papa had bought him. Damon is a wonderful big brother, but I hate the sadness in his eyes. Giuseppe goes out of his way to scold and berate Damon for the smallest of imagined offenses. If only I could go back in time...Giuseppe is now meeting with the other prominent men in town about these "demons" that surround us. In truth, he is the only demon I am aware of. I thought about sending Alice to the apothecary to get some herbs that would calm my husband, yet the spirits he drink have the same effect most nights. I am pleased that he rarely visits my bed, thanks be to God.

In my dreams, I see the face of Damon's true father again. His eyes looked green in one light and blue in another. Did that really happen? Was I ever so foolish to think I could find love? If my horse had not startled in the storm and I had not fallen, would I have met him? I suppose not. I awoke in a cave, the pain in my arm which I was sure had been broken had disappeared. The man started a small fire and dried me off. We talked for hours and he told me that he healed me with his blood. He held me as I wept as I shared my sadness with my marriage. Then, without speaking, we made love. It was a thing of tenderness and kindness, nor did I emerge with bruises and scraps as I did from Giuseppe's brutality. As the man set me on my horse and kissed my hand, I asked for his name.

"Niklaus is the name my father gave me," the man said. "But my friends call me Klaus."
"Thank you, Klaus," I replied. "Will I see you again?"

"I only came back here to break a curse places on me. But I hope to see you again," Klaus said.

"As do I," I said, before racing home.

Giuseppe had left again for a long business trip. And I was left with a child...Klaus's child, Damon. His father made be some kind of demon, but he left me with an angel. Now, if I could only continue my plans to get us to safety, away from our true danger, my husband...

Stefan's eyes grew wide and he narrowed them on Klaus.

"You bedded our mother? How is that possible? You wouldn't have been able to procreate," Stefan demanded.
Klaus looked down at his now cold food. "I can explain."

Elijah handed the diary back to Damon, who was too stunned to speak.

"Yes, I am interested also. You said you needed the moonstone to break the curse. Yet, if this account is true, you broke your curse in 1850," Elijah said.

Klaus stood up and turned from the table.

"It is true," Klaus said. "Damon, I swear it, I had no idea that I was your father. The truth of it was, I got the moonstone from Katerina Petrova. She gave it to me through her handmaiden, Emily Bennett. Emily did the spell with the understanding that I would leave Mystic Falls and never come back. I was in the caves to say goodbye and I found Lillian, she had fallen from her horse and broke her arm. Her face was bruised and swollen, but that was from a fight with her husband. One thing led to another and..."

Damon looked up enraged, "And then you sent her back to that bastard! How could you?"

Klaus bit his lip. "I had to flee. Emily was very powerful and the council was hunting vampires day and night. In truth, there were animal attacks, but I believe George Lockwood was responsible. I had another son at this time. I had to get back to New Orleans."

"Another son? Klaus, what are you talking about?" Stefan asked.

Elijah looked saddened, "His name was Marcellus. He died when our father found us in New Orleans."

Klaus replied, "Yes, that was right before you met Rebekah and me in Chicago. We were on the run. Our hearts were broken and you helped us see that all was not over. But in 1850, Marcel needed me. If I had known about you, I would have come back for you."

Damon pushed back from his chair.

"Fuck this. I already had one terrible father. I don't need another one. Just stay the hell away from Elena or we'll sink both your old asses into the ocean. Emily's ancestor, Bonnie, is on our side now," Damon roared. Stefan stood up, picking up the diary.

Klaus was at a loss. "You find out I'm your father and you dare threaten me? In my own home? I ought to..."

"What? Spank me. I think the time for that has passed, Klaus," Damon snapped, knocking the plate and glasses off the table. Red wine and roast soaked into the carpet amongst the broken glass.

"Don't be too sure about that," Klaus threatened. "Now, Son, let's sit down and talk about this. I am surprised at you are."

"I bet," Damon retorted. "Fuck you, Klaus. Just say away from me and go back to your precious New Orleans. Come on, Stefan. Let's get out of this dump."

Klaus went to follow him, but Elijah stopped him.

"Oh, I have a few more surprises left for you," Elijah said.

Klaus turned and saw that Elijah had instructed the waitresses to pull the daggers out of their siblings.

A dusty looking Finn, a suited Kol, and a furious Rebekah all staggered into the dining room as the Salvatore brothers left.

"Hello, Brother," Kol growled. "Are we late for supper?"

Klaus paled and took a few steps back...

One Week Later

Damon smashed the empty liquor bottle into the fire place.

Stefan came in, "Really, Damon? It's been a week. You need to stop this crap."

"Or what? You'll tell me new daddy Klaus on me?" Damon slurred. It took a lot to get a vampire drunk, but from the looks of the empties on the floor, Damon was wasted.

"You know what? I just might," Stefan warned. "You won't see anyone, talk to anyone, or do anything except get drunk. Hell, you won't even talk to Elena."

"The tri-sigs are on their way," Damon laughed. "They always used to make me feel better. Well, eating them will anyway."

"That's it. I'm calling Klaus," Stefan warned. Damon just laughed and threw another bottle, narrowly missing him.

Thirty Minutes Later

Damon was dancing on the tables, music blaring.

"Come on, ladies. Take off those bulky sweaters. It's about to get hot in here," Damon announced. He took off his own shirt and swung it around to the peals of laughter from the sorority girls. Before Elena, he used to hunt at Whitmore College from time to time.

"Whoa, whoa," Stefan said, coming into the vast library, now a party zone. "Ladies, I think you better leave."

Klaus followed Stefan in, stepping over the broken glass, furniture, and now discarded clothing.

"Fuck off, Stefan. This is my party. Call your own friends. Oh, wait, you're only friend is this idiot, Klaus. Maybe you two can go on another murder spree," Damon yelled, still dancing. "Girls, did you know my brother is the Ripper of Monterey. He'll take your head clean off and then sew it right back on!"

Klaus and Stefan began to compel the girls to leave.

Damon jumped down lithely.

"What do you want, Klaus? I said I don't want to ever see you again," Damon yelled, spitting in his face as he screamed.

Klaus took a handkerchief from his jeans and wiped off the spittle from his face. He said to Stefan, "I see what you mean. Look, Damon, I am here to talk. We can either do that with you standing upright or over my lap with your trousers down."

Damon howled with laughter.

"You really think you're my old man now. So you want to beat me? The old one sure liked to do that, right Stef?" Damon hissed.

Stefan picked up a few bottles. "Um, I'll leave you two to, ah, talk. Good luck, Klaus. I haven't seen him this pissed since the Beatles broke up in 1969."

"You're leaving me with him?" Damon shouted incredulously.

"I have to call Lexi," Stefan called back.

"Prick," Damon cursed.

Klaus tried to steer Damon to sit on the couch near the fireplace.

"Damon, after you and Stefan left, Elijah had our other siblings undaggered. They have chosen to forgiven me for some of our past disagreements. They want to meet you," Klaus said. "And I want to make amends. You were right. I never should have let your mother go back there. It's just things were different back then and..."

Damon snapped, "I know that. I was there, remember? How many times can I tell you to fuck off?"

"That's it. I've tried being patient. I suppose I will have to do what I did when Marcel was being petulant," Klaus growled. He grabbed Damon's bicep and dragged him to the couch.

Damon's eyes widened. He was drunk, but sobered up quickly when he realized just how strong the hybrid was. Surely, he really wasn't going to...

"Stop! You fucking beast," Damon yelped. But Klaus quickly wrestled the younger vampire over his lap. He locked his legs and grabbed his hands to pin behind his back.

Smack!

Klaus brought the flat of his hand down hard over Damon's tight jeans.

"Owwww," Damon hollered. "That fucking hurt!"

Smack! Smack! Smack.

"A good smacking never did a young man any harm, I wager," Klaus lectured. "Now, are you thinking you would like to speak to me like an adult."

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"You're s-spanking me!" Damon screamed in rage, trying to wiggle off his new father's lap. "I'm going to kill you!"

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Apparently, not hard enough," Klaus said wryly. He paused and worked his way to Damon's jeans to unbutton them. He slipped down the jeans, finding Damon was commando under them. "That's bloody lucky."

Damon hissed to realize that he was effectively naked from the knees up.
Klaus now swatted down his hand harder.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Damon screeched to feel the Hybrid's hard hand paddling his now bare bottom. He hadn't been in this position in over a hundred years or more. His mother had spanked him for childish misbehaviors like hiding from his bath or talking back. But it certainly never smarted like Klaus' hand did now. Damon couldn't kick because his legs were pinned. He settled on bouncing from side to side, but it did nothing to alleviate the sharp sting and burning he was feeling on his backside.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Klaus watched Damon's bottom turn pink as his hand swatted from side to side, popping the center of each buttock swiftly. He lifted his right knee to gain better access to Damon's sit spots, which really caused him to howl.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

"OWwwwwww, that's e-enough," Damon wailed. He felt large tears splash against the leather couch. "Awwwwww!"

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Klaus paused and shook out his hand.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

"Your arse is turning red, but if I let you up and you curse at me one more time, I will put you right back over my knee," Klaus warned.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Klaus laid down three more hard swats on the center of Damon's now crimson cheeks. The spanking had been hard and fast and Damon could barely catch his breath amidst his tears.

"Okay!" Damon complied, just wanting the spanking to stop.

Klaus released his hands and still held Damon over his lap for a moment.

"Hush, now. It's over. I know you can behave properly long enough for us to have a civilized conversation," Klaus assured him. He rubbed Damon's back and behind for a moment, feeling the heat radiating off of it, before tugging up Damon's jeans.

"Owwwwww," Damon wailed, as Klaus set him on his feet. He hopped up and down rubbing his scotched seat as Klaus tried not to grin.
"I've heard I have a hard hand," Klaus noted, then grabbing Damon's hands. "But Son, I mean it. If you misbehave again, you can expect the same results. Now, how about you go shower and then you can meet your uncles and aunt. They are eager to see you," Klaus said.

Damon sniffed, "Okay, I guess I don't have a choice."

Klaus smiled and stood and pulled his new son into a tight embrace.
"No, boy, you don't. Now don't keep me waiting too long. I'll clean up a bit in here," Klaus determined, looking around the trashed room.
"Um, thanks," Damon said, sneaking a hand back to rub his smarting and throbbing backside. "Can I wear sweats?"

"No, Elijah would thrash you again. Please dress properly. My family is a bit old-fashioned as you can imagine. Now, do hurry," Klaus said, patting Damon's warm bottom one last time.

Damon nodded and vamped upstairs to his bedroom.

Stefan peeked in, "Did it work?"

"I think so," Klaus smiled. "Either that or he's plotting my death. Are you sure he doesn't have a white oak stake?"

"I am sure about nothing with my brother anymore," Stefan admitted. "But he needs something, something more than I or Elena can give him. Do you think he'll go on with your family?"

"I think they will love him," Klaus said with emotion. "Though I can see him and my brother Kol getting on a little too well. Are you sure you don't want to join us?"

"No, not this time," Stefan said. "But Klaus, take care of him. He's everything to me."

"Stefan, he's my son. I called you brother once, too," Klaus recalled. "But now, we are truly family. And do not fear, I will take care of him."

"Family about all?" Stefan added.

"Always and forever. Now, please go hurry him along. Rebekah shall be wearing a hole in the carpet pacing," Klaus said, picking up an upended chair.