Pairing: Klaus/Damon (M/M) hairbrush, hand, mouth soaping
Mystic Grill
March 22, 2012
Hours Earlier
Finn and Sage clung to each other in the alley outside the Mystic Grill.
"How can this be?" Finn asked again. The tall, dark, and handsome vampire had cleaned up nicely. Sage kept putting her hand on his face and feeling his smooth, beardless jawline. That was something she had never seen before and she liked it.
Sage pulled away from her first and dearest lover, the one who had turned her into an immortal.
"I stayed alive for you," Sage breathed, her green eyes troubled for a moment. "All these years, I waited. There were times when I thought I was close to getting you back, but your family moved quickly. Every time I was close, Mikael was closer and I lost you all over again."
"You had witches in your employ, did you not?" Finn wondered.
"Yes, I did. Sometimes I had to do things I was not proud of," Sage admitted. "But it was worth it. Here you are."
"And here you are," Finn retorted, smiling for the first times he could remember in 900 years. "I feel like I'm in a dream. Maybe I am still in that coffin with a magical dagger in my chest?"
Sage laughed in a musical tone, saying, "You are finally awakened. Promise me that we shall never part again!"
"Never," Finn vowed. He put a hand in her red hair and pulled the tall, fit woman in for another deep kiss.
A noise stirred both vampires and a blond boy came out with a bag.
"Ugh, sorry, folks. Just takin' out the garbage. Um, we'll about to close if you want to close out your tab...," the boy drifted off.
Sage smiled, "Sure, Matt. We'll be back in there in a moment."
The boy grinned, "Sure, okay. No, um, rush."
"Seems like a nice lad," Finn commented.
"I think they want to close the place so they can go home. I can hear them vacuuming," Sage commented, looking back at the door.
"I do not know what that means," Finn advised her, a little embarrassed at his ignorance.
"I will teach you all you need to know. Would you accompany me to my place?" Sage teased.
"I would like that very much. But I also want you to meet my family. My brother has also wronged you. I would like him to answer for that," Finn said gruffly.
"Niklaus? The Hybrid? Please, Finn, don't provoke him. Promise me," Sage begged. "His name is known for being one without mercy or a shred of compassion. He turned the witches of New Orleans against our entire kind. They vowed to destroy us all. And that's in addition to the hunters who seek to wipe us from this Earth."
Finn frowned, "None of this surprises me. Would it be safe for us to flee this land? Just you and me?"
Sage bit her lip uneasily and whispered, "I do not know. To kill an Original would be a great boon for our enemies. And because you cannot die, there are covens that would use you to bolster their own power. Let us not be hasty. Actually, even being in this alley makes me nervous. Let's pay the bill and get to your brother's house. But please, do not show them your scorn. Your family kept us apart for far too long."
"But how can we trust them now?" Finn asked.
"We cannot," Sage went on. "We'll have to be very careful. There are tales of white oak being in the hands of the wrong people. I don't want a splinter of that near your stout heart. Let us go."
Sage opened the door and they re-entered the warmth and light of the Grill. It would take Finn to get used to these bright torches. How they worked, he could not figure. He would ask Sage later, in private.
Second Floor Hallway
Klaus exhaled deeply and knocked on Kol's door. Doing this reminded him of the old house in New Orleans. He had built that Compound from the ground up and they had been happy there...for a time.
"Kol, it's me. Open up," Klaus said, after trying the knob and finding it locked.
Kol opened the door a crack and sniffed, "Oh, Nik? What come to thrash me, too?"
"Thrash you? Let me guess. I leave to drop off Finn and you manage to get a hiding from Elijah within ten minutes of me leaving?" Klaus asked, pushing the door open wider.
"Twas about five minutes. Really," Kol said glumly.
Klaus smiled and put an arm around Kol, who looked boyish in the blue cotton pajamas Elijah had set out for him.
"Oh Kol, how much we have missed you," Klaus stated, his eyes watering.
Kol's face turned hard and bitter with remembrance. He sneered at Klaus.
"The last thing I recall was the Christmas party in 1914. I even had a date that night, a clever witch named...that I cannot recall. Then, Bekah betrayed me. I suppose Mary Alice and Astrid are still trapped in the Dowager Fauline's cottage," Kol fumed.
Klaus sighed and let Kol pull away. Kol had stepped out into the wide hallway.
"Brother, you murdered a whole mass of innocents in that church to get the Dowager herself and her perfect diamond. All to create a weapon to use against me! I think there is probably still a plague memorializing that sad event at St. Anne's Church. You were getting out of control again. I sensed Father would catch wind of those events," Klaus confided. "We had to do something with you. You would not see reason or comply. Can you not see it from our perspective? Just a little?"
"But Father didn't come for years, did he?" Kol pressed. "And my friends were condemned to be trapped for eternity due to our feud. Rebekah and Marcellus had no right-!"
Klaus' face grew fierce. "Do not speak to me of...Marcellus. He was not to blame. If you wish to hate anyone, hate me. Rebekah was just trying to keep the peace."
"Well, looks like she ended up in a box herself. Joke is on her. Go make peace with your new son. Try to keep this one alive, though that's not bloody likely," Kol fumed. He vamped back into his room and slammed the door before Klaus could grab him.
"You're wanting another hiding so soon, lad?" Klaus roared. He balled up his fists as his eyes turned orange a moment.
Damon's door opened, "Klaus, is, ah, everything okay?"
Klaus wanted to punch a hole through the wall, but the hybrids were gone. Plus, this wood paneling was expensive.
"Yes, Son," Klaus said, gaining control of himself. "Just a typical little spat with my spoiled brat of a brother. And to think, at one time, we used to paint the town red..."
"Like you and Stefan did in Chicago?" Damon snapped.
Klaus took a step toward Damon.
"That was a long time ago," Klaus said. "May I explain?"
"Yeah, but your last trip wasn't so long ago, was it? You nearly broke him," Damon complained. "Stefan is fragile, but he has a damn weak spot where you are concerned."
Klaus put a hand to his temples. He didn't want to think about the doppelgänger. Would Damon ever understand he had been trying to protect his family? In his own way, that was.
"Damon, let us focus on the future. What say you? Things are different now," Klaus said. "May I come in? There is something we should discuss."
"What? More fucking stupid rules! I think I got enough of that tonight," Damon replied hotly. "Your brother Elijah is a real dictator! Actually, he's a bigger dick that you if that is possible!"
Klaus lightly pushed Damon into his quarters and shut the door firmly behind him.
"Have a seat," Klaus suggested, pointing at the bed.
"No, I'm fine here," Damon argued.
"Young man, you aren't going to make this easy on me, are you?" Klaus ventured with a slight smirk. His slow beating heart squeezed as he tried not to recall his first stubborn son, Marcellus.
"Why should I?" Damon snarked.
"Sit," Klaus said, leading Damon over to the bed. "This is serious."
Damon frowned and finally acquiesced and sat down on the huge canopy bed, as Klaus sat beside him. Klaus then got up and fixed them both a blood bag from the mini-fridge hidden as a bedside table.
"Nice, I forgot about that," Damon said, accepting the blood bag. He looked at the bag, impressed, "Wow, B-negative. This must have cost a pretty penny."
"We have some AB negative downstairs for special occasions," Klaus noted, looking around the room. "Ah, where to start..."
Damon rolled his eyes, smirking, "I have no idea. I am wondering why I am here. How the hell you came to be my father and a thousand other thing so anywhere would be a good place to start."
Klaus took a sip of his blood.
"Ah, yes. So while you were human, you fought in the Civil War? Did you not?" Klaus asked casually.
"I don't really like to talk about it. My father, or ah, old drunk Giuseppe bullied me into joining the Confederacy. I hated everything it stood for, but I guess a part of me still wanted to make that prick proud. It was a mistake," Damon attested, flushing hotly with shame. "I should have just run off but...I didn't want to abandon Stefan."
"I am assuming you never killed anyone," Klaus went on.
"It's hard to know," Damon replied. "I mean the guns were shit. Most guys had crappy sawed off shotguns and cut-down old hunting rifles from home. I had a decent gun but lost it my first battle. After that, I had some shitty rifle-musket...Did you ever try to muzzle-load on horseback? It was a joke. Why do you ask?"
"You know that Mikael, the late vampire who hunted vampires, was not my real father, right?" Klaus pressed.
"Yeah, I guess," Damon answered, unsure of what Klaus was getting out.
"My real father was a werewolf. My mother had an affair while Mikael was raiding," Klaus revealed. "I didn't know until after I was turned into a vampire. The first time I killed, I turned. My mother immediately did a spell to contain my wolf side."
Damon stood up uneasily, "So why didn't I turn?"
"I wonder that myself. I think that the same magical curse that was on me, probably prevented you from turning into a wolf," Klaus said. "You know, you are also part witch."
Damon paced and started laughing so hard that he had to put his hands on his knees.
"You know, that is really ironic because Giuseppe was obsessed with witches and shit like that. He was completely afraid of them. Damn, I wish I could have turned that asshole into a frog or something," Damon said, getting a hold of himself.
Klaus smiled, "Did you ever manifest any magic? Think back. Could you predict the weather? Did things ever go your way a little too well?"
Damon looked up in surprise. "Yeah, actually, it was during the War when the other guys started saying I had the luck of the devil. I always knew the safest positions and then before Gettysburg, I deserted. Something, like a voice in my head, screamed at me to run. I avoided every fucking sentry and got home in one piece. Others got hanged for less, but no one ever caught me..."
"That tis some of it. Aside from Kol, none of my siblings manifested strong magic. However, we all had a deeper intuition and sense about things. Others seemed to sense it, but when we were turned, it disappeared. We were cut off. Kol has never fully recovered," Klaus shared sadly. "But for you, there might be a way to get it back."
Damon turned and stared at Klaus.
"I don't want it back. I'm a vampire. I can compel people. And I sure as hell don't want to wolf out. We have enough mangy dogs, like Tyler Lockwood, in this damn town," Damon snarled.
"Watch yourself, Son," Klaus warned.
"Stop calling me that. I'm not your freaking son!" Damon yelled. Damon stomped his right foot in anger. "Can you just go? I'm tired."
Klaus exhaled, trying to be patient.
"I do not blame you for your anger toward me," Klaus said finally. "In truth, I will never forgive myself for what you went through as a human and after. I know that Katerina Petrova ruined your human life and that of your brother. That was on me, too," Klaus said. "Doppelgängers are truly more troublesome than witches in some respects."
"Screw Katherine! I don't want to be a witch or a beast like you, I should be with Stefan right now," Damon fumed. "I am getting out of this crazy house and going home!"
Klaus balked, "Damon, do not be hasty. Now that you are my son, that puts you in grave danger. Don't you understand? My enemies are now your enemies. They would use you to hurt me. I know you can't see it, but they are coming for us."
Damon took off the t-shirt he was wearing and started flinging open his drawers.
"Good. They can hurt you all they want, you probably deserve it," Damon roared. "Or maybe you are just a paranoid maniac?"
The door to the bedroom flung open.
Elijah stepped in, perplexed, "Whatever in the world is going on in here? Klaus, Finn just brought his lady friend in and it is almost midnight."
"We're fine, Elijah. Go back to bed," Klaus said patiently. "Damon is just having a temper tantrum. I'll settle it and see to Finn later."
Damon flung several of his neatly folded shirts on the floor.
"Tantrum. I'm not a fucking child! Stop treating me like one. I can leave if I want to," Damon said, his eyes wild with challenge.
Elijah smirked, "Ah, I'll leave you to it then, Brother. Nephew, you will pick all these up and fold them. I had to go back into all your drawers and fix them. I shalln't do it again."
"You went in my fucking drawers to fold my clothes? Who the hell does that? You people are nuts. Do not bother me again. I am getting out of this fancy insane asylum," Damon screamed wildly. "And I'm not getting a God damn job either! Ever!"
Elijah raised his eyebrows and then exited, shutting the door. Klaus wasn't sure what Elijah had told Damon about getting a job, but he needed to diffuse this situation. Klaus knew if the boy left now, he'd never see him again.
Klaus stood and walked over to Damon.
"I can see you are rather vexed, but you need to calm yourself," Klaus lectured. "As I told you before, Stefan needed a break. He loves you, but he has some things to work on."
Damon kicked the dresser hard, shutting the drawer with his foot.
"Yeah, he wants to work on my girl, Elena. Fuck this and don't tell me to calm down. I am calm," Damon shouted.
Klaus sighed and vamped over to his new son.
"I shall give you one more chance to come to your senses before I put you over my lap again," Klaus warned. "You are behaving like a child throwing a fit in a bloody supermarket."
Damon's eyes widened and he looked around wildly, while backing up and bumping into the dresser.
"No, Klaus, that was a one time thing. I'm freaking calm. I just want to leave," Damon said, his voice even to him, sounding like whining.
"I explained that that would not be wise," Klaus said. "Now, put your t-shirt back on and you can get to bed. Unless you want some thinking time over my lap again, but I assure you, this will not be as mild."
Damon was used to be the strongest being in the room. With Stefan drinking animal blood, he could always overpower him in a fight. Now, Stefan's blond blockhead friend, Lexi, was older and stronger, but even she kept her distance from Damon. Damon knew that Klaus was stronger and he hated that. He had to get out of here. Maybe if Stefan didn't want him at the Boarding House, he'd head back to New York. He still had friends there...well, not friends, but people there.
"I am never going anywhere with you, you psycho! I can't believe I fell for this," Damon muttered angrily. Damon vamped to the door and opened it only to find Elijah there.
"Oh fuck me," Damon spat. "Both of you need to just back up."
Elijah held up a silver hairbrush.
"Brother, I believe this is the piece you were telling me about," Elijah grinned, blocking the door. "You said your witch Greta spelled it? And here, I thought Kol would be the first recipient. I stand corrected."
Damon didn't like the sound of that. His mother Lily had a similar hairbrush that she applied to his bare behind more times that he ever wanted to admit. But it had been a long time since that had happened. He squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to contain his rage.
"No, come on. Look, I'll stay. Just get out," Damon urged.
Klaus vamped over and took the hairbrush.
"Ah yes, Rebekah had one just like this in New Orleans, but it wasn't imbued with anti-healing properties and magic. This shall do nicely. Thank you, Elijah. I was just about to explain to Damon how we can detect lies, especially well," Klaus added, casting a stern eye on his son. "And boys who lie get spanked."
Damon looked from Klaus to Elijah, seeing he was trapped.
"I'm not lying! I'll stay," Damon fibbed, his heart racing. "And I'm not getting spanked, ever again!"
"Another lie I would say," Elijah said, leaving and closing the door again.
"Is he going to stand outside the fucking door like a guard or something?" Damon wailed.
"You ought to worry about yourself, my son," Klaus said, hefting the hair brush and tapping it on his own thigh.
Before Damon could consider leaping out the balcony doors, Klaus was on him. Klaus sat on a small settee along the wall and easily flipped Damon over his left thigh, locking his legs with his powerful right leg.
"No! No, not again!" Damon shrieked.
"This house is sound proofed, but even so, I fear the others are going to hear you get a sound spanking if you don't stop shrieking so," Klaus warned. He peeled down Damon's sweat pants and boxers to bare his bottom. Damon thrashed and tried to crawl off Klaus' lap. But the Original vampire and hybrid, held him in place easily with his left arm. He shifted Damon so his head and arms were on the floor and his bottom higher. With his legs pinned, Damon couldn't gain purchase to scramble off.
Whap!
"Owwww," Damon gasped as the flat back of the silver brush slammed down on his behind.
Whap!
"Hurts? Doesn't it?" Klaus asked. "Greta spelled this to stop healing so the discipline given with it would prove most effective. You will feel this spanking for a while, I'm afraid."
Whap!
WHap!
Damon's mouth formed an O and he couldn't even catch his breath for a few seconds as the sharp whacks assaulted his buttocks. Klaus started paddling from check to check firmly, but not quickly. He had to be more careful with the boy's healing off.
Whap!
"You people are sick fucks!" Damon yelped. "AHHHHHH!"
"Tsk. Tsk, that language. I am going to have to soap out your filthy mouth. I think you were already warned about that one," Klaus noted, using his wrist to snap the brush down at the last second to make each whack sting a bit more.
Whap! Whap!
"Stooooopp," Damon begged. He couldn't kick or work back his hands as he was holding himself up. All he could do is pound the floor with his fists.
Whap! Whap!
"Owwww. I am gonna kill you for this! And your freak brother, too," Damon threatened.
Klaus smirked and then began to paddle harder with the silver brush.
"You might take note of your surroundings. And that freak is your uncle. He has my authority to discipline you as he sees fit," Klaus warned. "Also, your Uncles Finn and Kol will also be allowed to give you a well-deserved spanking. I suppose Rebekah will also have authority over you. She dislikes displays of poor manners and rudeness, so you probably shouldn't speak as roughly as in your habit," Klaus went on. "Or she will have your trousers down and you will get another smacked bottom."
Smack! Smack! Smack! "Am I making myself clear?" Smack!
Whap! Whap!
Damon found himself crying loudly as Klaus raised his right knee a bit and pushed Damon even further to expose his sit spots. Whap! Whap!
Klaus also carefully swatted the insides of Damon's thighs with five licks on each side after letting up his leg to spread the boy's thighs a little more.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Oh, n-not t-there!" Damon sobbed. "Stoppppp. I-I w-will s-stay! Owwwww."
Klaus went back to paddling the center of each of Damon's cheeks, but now in a pattern of five licks one of the other. He knew it must have smarted terribly, as the boy's bottom was botchy and getting bright red.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"I'm s-sssorrrry," Damon wailed. Klaus stopped and put the brush on the floor. He popped Damon's sore buttocks once hard in the center and then stood him up, leaving his pants and drawers right below his bottom.
Damon almost faltered as he gained his footing, but Klaus grabbed his arms to steady him and keep him from clutching at his paddled bottom.
"Listen to me," Klaus directed gently, tugging at Damon's hands to focus his attention. "I know this is new to both of you, but I already love you Damon. I see how hurt you have been and if it takes me another 200 years to make it up to you, I will. But I will not let you go off in the world and harm yourself or be harmed. Family means we are in this together, always and forever. Do you understand that?"
Damon sniffed and wanted to wipe away the snort and tears and rub his sore cheeks, but he nodded.
"Yes, K-Klaus, I do n-now," Damon stuttered, still crying. "Always and f-forever...Owwww, it hurts."
Klaus grabbed a discarded shirt and pulled Damon down to sit on his knee so he could clean him up. Damon tried to pop up when his sore behind touched Klaus' hard thigh.
"Hush. Now of that, you will feel that stinging to help remind you of your new responsibilities. Let me clean your face," Klaus said kindly. He fished out his handkerchief and made Damon blow his nose. He hugged Damon to him with his right arm and let the younger vampire cry into his shirt for a few minutes.
"Now, I'm not going to spank you anymore, but you are going to stand in the corner a bit with a bar of soap in your mouth to remind you to behave," Klaus said, standing Damon up. He led Damon to the corner where a heavy mirror stood. Klaus moved the mirror and ordered Damon to step out of his pants and put his hands on his head as he went to fetch the soap.
"Now, don't more or you'll get a spanking first thing tomorrow," Klaus promised. He saw the shadows of light bruises forming on Damon's behind and didn't want to add anymore smacks since his son was not healing.
Klaus saw Damon shuffled from foot to foot in the corner and went to find a small cake of soap. Elijah, efficient as ever, had arranged a bowl of toiletries near the sink. Klaus took a small hotel bar of soap and ran it under hot water a moment to soften it.
Klaus told Damon to turn and open his mouth and the still teary-eyed vampire obeyed. His backside was burning and throbbing like it hadn't since he was a teenager who got caught kissing a servant girl in the barn by Giuseppe himself, one sad afternoon in the 1850s.
Klaus brushed away a stray tear tenderly and popped the small bar into Damon's mouth.
"Bite down on that. Five minutes should do it," Klaus said, patting Damon's bare back and glancing at his glowing bottom a moment.
Damon tried to keep the taste from spreading, but that was impossible. Soon, his own salvia mixed with the soap and he was almost gagging. Damon heard Klaus busy himself by tidying the room. Damon felt soap bubble trickle out of his mouth, but was afraid to move his hands off his head.
Strangely, the anger was thrashed out of him, leaving a feeling of calmness that he hadn't felt in decades, maybe a century.
Damon's mind wandered back to all the people he had hurt but his drinking and rash behavior, not to mention his acid tongue: Stefan, Lexi, and of course, Elena. But he'd rather think of those he had killed than think of her...
"Okay, time's up," Klaus said. He had taken out a clean set of pajamas from the drawer, after putting Damon's sweats and boxers in the hamper.
Damon started to say he wasn't wearing those, but he still had the soap in his mouth.
"You can spit that out in the trash and brush your teeth," Klaus said.
Damon vamped to the bathroom and spit out the soap and quickly tried to brush out the foul taste. Damon started to brush in a second round before Klaus stopped him. He wouldn't get the taste out that quickly.
"Okay, that's enough," Klaus said. "Now, let's get you dressed for bed."
Damon gulped and stepped into the legs of the cotton sleep pants.
"Um, thanks," Damon said, feeling silly.
"I figured you wouldn't want to wear underpants," Klaus added.
"Nope. I think I'll pass. I usually sleep naked anyway," Damon replied.
"Well, not around here. Elijah wants us to dress as befits our station here. We'll get your some proper clothes tomorrow," Klaus said bluntly.
"What's wrong with my clothes?" Damon blurted.
Klaus turned him and gave him a small swat on the bottom. Slap.
"Ouch! You said you weren't spanking me anymore," Damon whined.
"That was a warning pat. Now, arms up. Let's get your shirt on," Klaus said in a warm tone.
Damon internally bristled and wanted to say he could dress himself, but a part of him liked being cared for. Klaus must have cared for him or he wouldn't be doing this. A warmth spread through Damon, surprising him.
"Why are you doing this?" Damon asked in a small voice. Klaus pulled down his shirt and held open his arms. Damon stepped closer and let the older man embrace him.
"Because you are my son," Klaus said. "And I'll not let anything bad happen to you again. You are a Mikaelson."
Damon wanted to say that his butt hurt terribly, but then Klaus' strong arms were around him, holding him. Damon forgot about his stinging backside and settled into the hug. Klaus pulled away and ruffled his hair.
"Alright then, into bed. You can barely keep your eyes open," Klaus said, pulling back the soft comforter.
"You don't have to tuck me in," Damon whispered.
"But I do, and I want to. Indulge me, please," Klaus said, waiting for Damon to get in on his stomach.
Klaus covered Damon up, tucked him in, and then kissed the top of his dark curls.
"Do you think you can manage to behave yourself tomorrow and not get a another lathering?" Klaus joked.
Damon turned his head, muttering, "I sure as...he-heck hope so. My butt is on fire and my mouth tastes like crap. Can I get more blood before bed?"
"No, and I'll know if you do. Now, off to sleep. We have a lot to do tomorrow," Klaus said tenderly. "Shall I left the light on?"
"Please," Damon said, wondering how Klaus knew how he liked to fall asleep with the lights on.
"Good night, Son," Klaus said, lingering a moment. He heard Damon's soft snores and realized the boy must have been exhausted. Klaus took the silver hair brush and quietly exited the room.
