Pairing: Klaus/Damon (M/M) brush, hand

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Sorry, it won't let me respond twice on once chapter:

Comments for previous chapter-

Meka/Joffrey: Great ideas all! Damon's birthday in canon is June 18, 1839. BUT what if Klaus decided to surprise Damon with a huge party? Like where he is the surprise guest of honor? Not sure how Damon would take all that attention. Katherine, Mayor Mason, etc. and all show up! The others might get a little jealous...
Gar: Yes, I can add some scenes with Finn and Damon.
Andylara510: Yes, they tried. Bonnie did try to warn Kol, but she went along with it anyway and then kind of lost control of the situation.

Jazmine, sorry, I will check for comments. I might have missed this one!

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Night

"I can't believe we just got sent to bed like we're toddlers," Damon grumbled as he and Enzo climbed the grand staircase.

Enzo chuckled, "You should have seen your face! I thought you were going to deck your old man for a second."

"I considered stealing that bottle of vodka and biting him, but I didn't think that would turn out too well," Damon smirked. "You'd probably like me to take a chunk out of Wes' puny neck, huh?"
Enzo enjoyed the mental image for a second.

"Aye, I mean, how useful is this bloke? So he can look at shite under a fancy microscope. Big deal. What's the point? I say we arrange for a little accident for him...," Enzo said, lowering his voice.

Damon sneered, "Tempting, but don't. He's protected now. I think they like having a medical doctor in the house. Wes could also be important in the future. Those bastards are dangerous, as you well know. And then what do we do with that kid? He's a time bomb waiting to explode. If I have to hear him bitching about that room one more time, I might end him myself."
"Well, you didn't get into trouble for biting Kol so I'm sure you could get away with it," Enzo surmised as they got to Damon's door.

Finn cleared his throat.
"Whatever you two are plotting. Stop. No harm comes to Dr. Maxfield, is that clear?" Finn hissed, his arms crossed across his chest.

Enzo looked uncomfortable, but Damon just rolled his eyes.

"We were just jesting, Finn," Enzo defended.

"Jest in your room. The children are sleeping," Finn reminded them.

"Aye, good night," Enzo said, disappearing into his bedroom.

"Damon, I thought you'd be sleeping by now. I was just coming to check on you," Finn said, opening Damon's room and waiting until he entered and then following him in.

"Yeah, I heard Ric and Dorian downstairs. They had some information on the Augustines. I'm okay. You don't need to check on me," Damon said, checking his reflection in the mirror.

"You may look fine, but you were pretty shaken up before," Finn recalled. "Now, all these other matters can wait. Get ready for bed."

Damon bristled.

"I'm not a child! I can put myself to bed," Damon snapped.

Finn raised his eyebrows at the outburst until Damon faltered under his stern gaze.
"Sorry, I just hate everyone on me all the time," Damon explained, leaning against the dresser. "You know, I'm used to being the one who looks after Stefan. I have barely seen him tonight."

"I caught him doing Kol's school work earlier," Finn reported. "I will give the boy credit for not lying, though. And Kol does have the devil's silver tongue. He was always good at goading your father, especially, into doing his chores when we were human, so he could run off and play. Some things never change."

"No, they don't," Damon agreed. "But Stefan can be honest to a fault. Unlike me, I learned early how to be an expert liar. I had to."

Finn frowned,"I am sure that is true, but you have no need of that here with us. We are all here to look after you now. You have had great power thrust on you and with that comes a heavy responsibility. But I don't mean to imply that you cannot handle it."

Damon looked down. "Maybe I can't. Look at what happened tonight. It all happened so damn fast. The feelings just exploded out of me..."
Finn nodded, "As you learned to lie to protect yourself, I learned to keep my feelings locked away. Even after we were turned, I was the voice of reason. I controlled my hunger better, then I met a girl..."

"Sage," Damon finished for him. "She's a nice lady."

"The very best thing that ever happened to me. When I had to leave her, it broke me. I bottled up every emotion and just went into survival mode. Our father was hunting us and we fled before I had a chance to say goodbye. In Europe, I did a terrible job of looking after the others. All I wanted to do was just back to her. I need to make up for that now. Let me help you, if I can," Finn pleaded.

Damon nodded, "I guess I get it. Um, thanks."
Finn patted Damon on the shoulder and turned to go. "We'll talk on the morrow."

"Sure," Damon said. "Tomorrow."

Klaus opened the door fully.

"I thought you would be in bed!" Klaus exclaimed.

"Niklaus, he's not a boy. We were just talking a moment. Is Kol still in the cell?" Finn asked, winking at Damon.

"Aye, Ava siphoned out the werewolf venom. He's resting," Klaus said. "Elijah spoke to Kol about the cheating and he denied everything, as he is apt to do when in trouble."

"Ugh, will he ever learn? Our dear Kol... I'll go say goodnight to him," Finn replied.

Klaus waited until Damon shut the door.

"I'm glad Finn is taking an interest in you. That's more than he ever did with the rest of us," Klaus said wryly.

"Oh, maybe he had his reasons," Damon said, starting to change for bed.

"I am sure he did," Klaus answered. "I know you won't turn tomorrow, but the pull of the full moon is still strong for us. You might feel yourself being a little more irritable and restless."

"Oh, I thought that was alcohol withdrawal," Damon quipped, pulling on a pair of sweats and a black t-shirt.

"It could be that, too," Klaus reasoned. "Go on, brush your teeth and wash your face. I'll wait."

Damon padded into the large bathroom and took care of his nightly routine. When he came out, Klaus was holding a framed picture of Damon and Stefan taken at the boarding house.

"Oddly, we don't have a lot of pictures of us," Damon shared. "That was at Elena's birthday party...and mine last year."
"Both June?" Klaus asked.

"Yeah, she's the 22nd and I'm the 18th," Damon reported.

"You look happy, both of you," Klaus noted. "I hate that I missed so many of your birthdays. How can I make that up to you?"

"You don't have to," Damon said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Really, like I was telling Finn. I'm a big boy now."

Klaus smiled, "I know you are, Son. But I worry. Kol was going on in his demented state about you floating. Anything I should know?"

Damon grunted, "How is he? You know, I should go down and make sure he's okay. I mean, I'm the one who almost ripped his throat out."

"Don't change the subject," Klaus interrupted. "Speak."

Damon whined, "It was nothing! You know, I'm not even tired. I think I might go down and watch some t.v."

"The best way to put a wayward boy to bed is with a warm bottom. Now, I shall give you one last chance before I go fetch the brush!" Klaus warned, his blue-green eyes flashing with determination.

"Fine! I was having another nightmare! I must have been levitating or something. Kol woke me up. No big thing," Damon claimed with emotion.

Klaus' eyes got wider, "Floating? What were you dreaming about?"

"Crows...Ravens, I don't know, birds, I guess," Damon finally spat. "There were everywhere. And that fog was surrounding me. That's all I can remember."

Klaus vamped to Damon and sat beside him.

"You are troubled," Klaus said in a low voice, putting his arm around Damon. "None of this is your fault."

Damon pulled away, "Not my fault! I fucked up. I couldn't control my magic and hurt Kol bad. How can that not be my fault? Face it! I'm a goddamn freak of nature. You'll be lucky if I don't kill you all!"

Damon got up and stomped back to the mirror, putting his hands on his head.

Klaus saw the guilt and pain in Damon, almost feeling it in his own body.

"What did I say I would do if you got out of bed?" Klaus said in a warning tone. "Now march in the corner while I get the brush. You are getting a jolly good smacking."

"No! I'm not a kid," Damon cried, stomping his feet. "This is what you get for fucking my mother and leaving her. An abomination! Now, leave me alone before I lose it and bite your ass, too."

Klaus was on Damon before he could turn around, pulling down his pants and leaning him over the dresser.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Damon felt the fiery swats on his bared behind and tried to shift, but Klaus was pinning him down.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

"You shall not speak of yourself that way, nor your mother. And you damn well will never threaten me again. March!" Klaus said, bringing the flat of his hand down on Damon's pale cheeks, leaving red handprints that instantly faded.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

"Owwww! Fuck, okay," Damon wailed, trying to pull up his pants.

"Leave them. And if I hear one more curse, I will soap out your mouth," Klaus threatened, pointing to the corner. "Nose in corner."

Damon glared at Klaus, his face darkening and then clearing, as he shuffled to the corner Klaus had pointed to.

Kitchen

Wes graded several lab reports on the island before hearing Aaron's door open. He had gotten into an argument with the headstrong boy earlier over his music.
"What? Are you watching my room now? Am I a prisoner?" Aaron scoffed, his blond hair messy from sleep.

"No, I don't have a desk in my room," Wes replied calmly. "Can't sleep?"

Aaron shrugged, "No, not really."

"Come on, sit with me. I can get you something to eat. Want a sandwich or something?" Wes inquired, putting aside his grading.

"Yeah, okay," Aaron responded.

Wes got up to make the sandwich and poured Aaron some milk.

"When I was a kid and couldn't sleep, my grandmother used to warm me up some milk. Scientifically, not sure if it works, but it helped," Wes smiled, putting the glass into the microwave.

"Whatever," Aaron said.

"Look, Aaron, I really don't want to fight with you," Wes said. "I'm sorry that I yelled at you about the music."

Aaron waited for Wes to make up some excuse about the kids sleeping or stress, but Wes didn't.

Aaron drummed his fingers on the counter.

"Me, too. I guess that was a dick move," Aaron said quietly.

Wes cut the sandwich in half, set it on a plate, and grabbed a napkin.

"Here, eat up," Wes said. "We'll get you in some activities, you can make more friends. I really think Mystic Falls will be good for you. Didn't Nessie say something about the swim team?"

"Yeah, she likes to swim. Actually, she really likes you," Aaron said, taking a bite of the sandwich. "Should I be worried?"
"She's a smart girl," Wes laughed. "But I think what she really likes is science. Why don't you invite her over this weekend? Maybe she can help paint?"

Aaron swallowed, as Wes got up to get the warmed milk.

"Ah, I don't know if her dad will let her," Aaron said, eyeing the milk that Wes put in front of him with suspicion. "He knows about the town. You know, that we live with vampires."
Wes froze.

"Aaron, I was going to tell you," Wes started, but Aaron held up his hand.

"It's okay. I knew," Aaron said. "Rebekah told me when we first got here...I thought she was screwing with me, but she cut her hand and it healed. Then, the fangs..."
Wes relaxed, "So you aren't scared?"
Aaron tried to take a sip of the milk, but screwed up his face.

"I can't drink that," Aaron moaned.

Wes laughed and took the glass himself.

"I think Grandma Maxfield used to warm it up in a tea kettle for me. I'll get you some water," Wes said.

"But no, I'm not afraid," Aaron continued. "I might, it's actually really cool. You know, being immortal and all."
Wes turned his head to the side and examined Aaron.

"I think there are more cons than pros," Wes shared. "But did Rebekah tell you everything? Like why we are here?"
Aaron shook his head slowly and pushed his plate away.

"Nah, I thought it was because I ran away," Aaron said quietly.

"No, Aaron. I got into some trouble at the university. I guess I should start at the beginning," Wes said, sipping the glass of milk himself. "You know that I got a scholarship to Whitmore when I was a little older than you, right?"

Aaron nodded, "Yeah, you were a genius and my father recruited you out of high school."
"Yes, your father was the only living Whitmore left. He was in charge of a legacy of sorts. I can't tell you everything because that would only put you in danger but this legacy wanted to protect humans. Not only from vampires, but from human diseases and sickness. That's why they needed me," Wes said, looking at Aaron intently.

"But you were just a professor?" Aaron questioned.

"No, Aaron, your father put me through medical school so I could help. Then, I got my PHD. I had hoped to win a Noble Prize, but instead, here we are, fleeing for our lives," Wes finished.

"Why, Wes?" Aaron prompted. "What were you doing?"
"Experimenting on vampires," Wes said simply. "And now, in exchange for our safety, I had to betray that legacy. The worst thing is that I now know I was wrong...My whole life has been misspent and I have to live with that, but I won't let it drag you down, too. You will never have to continue the evil. It stops with us."
Aaron sighed, "Sounds heavy. So the vampires you used to mess with are now the only ones protecting us?"
Wes smiled, "You catch on quickly. But that's about right. Now, everything I shared is a secret. Don't tell Nessie or anyone, if the wrong people catch on, it could be game over for us."
"For us? I didn't even know about any of this," Aaron defended.

"Yes, but it was your family that funded this group. Some will not see you as innocent. You are the last living Whitmore. Do you see why I always enrolled you in school under an assumed name?" Wes questioned.

"Yeah, I thought maybe it because my parents were in the mafia!" Aaron announced. "This is ten times cooler."
Wes got up and took Aaron's hands.

"Aaron, it's not cool at all. A lot of people were hurt, including some who live here. They realize you are innocent, but I am not. If anything happens to me, one of the board of trustees members would automatically become your guardian. We can't have that. They would control your fortune and the entire university," Wes breathed, almost speaking in a whisper.

"Well, don't get killed," Aaron retorted with attitude.

"I don't plan to die easily or anytime soon, but I am not sure I am safe here," Wes shared. "I am going to ask the Mikaelsons to be your guardian. That way, you will be taken care of and this 'legacy' can all end."

"Wes, now you are scaring me," Aaron admitted. "Are you planning something?"

"No, I have been straight with them for you. And living with them, I do see that they have good intentions and strong family ties," Wes explained. "But I have to see that you are taken care of, Aaron. I promised your parents I would look after you when you are born. They wanted to make this world a better place for you, but they went about it the wrong way."

"I don't really understand," Aaron said. "But do what you need to do, Wes. I won't say anything. But to be clear, we aren't talking about the mafia here?"
Wes laughed, "No, kiddo. It's not the mafia. Want to sleep in my room tonight? I'll take the couch."

Aaron yawned, "No, I'm starting to like that room. It's kinda cozy actually. But Wes? Do you think we could exchange the paint color? Even Nessie said all black was too much..."

Wes ruffled Aaron's hair and replied, "Yeah, we'll go back to the hardware store tomorrow. I kept the receipt."

Damon's Bedroom

Damon pulled up his sweats and unlatched the door to the balcony.

"Screw this. I'm getting outta here," Damon muttered angrily. It wouldn't be difficult for him to leap down and be on the ground in a minute. He would kick out Katherine and the other vamps and take back the boarding house. If anyone tried to stop him, he'd bite them.

As the cool wind hit Damon's face he realized he couldn't leave with his brother.

"Fuck...Stef," Damon cursed, looking up at the clouds blowing across the sky. Damon looked at the other balcony that was twenty feet away. Could he jump over, get Stefan, and leave? Would Stefan even go with him? They'd have to walk as their cars were locked in the garage.

"Going somewhere?" Klaus growled from behind him.

Damon turned, "No, just getting some air..."

Klaus exhaled, "You will have to do your corner time in the morning, young man."

"Whatever," Damon grimaced, as Klaus pulled him back from the door.

"Damon, I know you are upset, but running away never solves anything," Klaus lectured. He walked Damon over to the bed and sat down, holding his son in front of him. "Now, why are we doing this?"
"Because I bit Kol?" Damon said quickly.

"Nay, I know you feel guilty, but tis not your fault. I am hiding you for your stubborn determination to blame yourself. You are not a freak, you are my son," Klaus said with confidence. "And you will get through this if I have to paddle your backside every damnable night for the next century!"

"Great," Damon snapped cynically. His blue eyes flashing with anger and a bit of fear.

"Don't be frightened. I am just going to heat up your backside. No belts, no bruises, just a good spanking and then you are going to sleep," Klaus informed him. "And yes, I shall stay with you. I don't want you levitating out the damn balcony tonight."
Before Damon could make a comment, Klaus tugged down his sweat pants and flipped him over his lap. Damon's chest lay on the bed and his legs dangled over Klaus' knees. Damon grabbed for a pillow, resigning himself to his fate.

"Just do it," Damon demanded.

Klaus tapped the flat back of the brush on Damon's right cheek.

Tap. Tap.

"Keep your hands on that pillow. I am not adverse to adding on a morning paddling before your corner time," Klaus threatened. "And then you will sit in that hard chair. Hear me, young man?"
"Yes, Daddy," Damon snarked as he felt a slight breeze as Klaus lifted the brush.

Whap!

"Ouch!" Damon yelped, but his cry was cut off by another loud whack on his left cheek.

Whap!

Damon wiggled and tried to push up, but Klaus pulled him in tighter, his left arm snaked around Damon's lower back.

Whap!

Whap!

Damon grunted with each whack of the hairbrush on his backside. Side to side, and then Klaus started to paddle his sit spots every now and then.

"Oh!," Damon heard himself grunt. He tried to dig his feet into the carpet, but Klaus pushed him up. Klaus slipped off the dangling sweat pants and threw them on the ground. He didn't think his son would need them tonight. He pushed up his black shirt and Damon felt exposed and let out a soft whine.

"Nooooo," Damon bellowed in anticipation of more of the brush.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Damon felt tears prick his eyes as his seat flamed wildly. His feet curled up, but nothing could stop the continuous peppering of his behind with steady smacks. His feet rose up and then fell freely without the sweats tangled up.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Damon felt a sense of panic, what if he morphed into his wolf side? Could he escape? But almost as if Klaus sensed this, the spanking grew more fierce.

"You will not defy me," Klaus reprimanded. "We love you and will help you through this! You are not alone."

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Damon exclaimed, "Okay, s-stop!"

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Klaus sped up the vigorous licking and concentrated on painting each area red.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

"I will stop when you tell me you are not a freak," Klaus stated, finally pausing again to pat the flat of the brush on Damon's now swollen bottom.

"B-But-," Damon stammered, fighting against the urge to .

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Damon raised his head at the fierce spanks and howled, "Ahhhhh."

"Son, I can do this all night," Klaus chided. "Say it."

"I-I am n-not a f-freak...," Damon finally sobbed, when he could catch his breath.

Klaus tossed the brush aside.

Damon wiped his face into the pillow as Klaus loosened his hold on him.

Smack! Smack.

Klaus gave Damon two moderate slaps across both cheeks with the flat of his hand. The magic in the brush prevented Damon's bottom from fully healing, but Klaus could tell that some of the redness was already subsiding.

"I didn't say your punishment was done," Klaus chirped. "Now, are you responsible for biting Kol? Quickly, now."

Smack! Smack!

"No!" Damon fired back, pushing up, as Klaus pushed him gently back down.

"My butt is on fire," Damon whined.

"I imagine so. This next part is for saying those naughty things about your mum and yourself," Klaus shared. He began to spank Damon firmly all over until Damon started to scissor his legs wildly to dissipate the sting.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

"OWWWWWWW. I am s-soooorrrry. Dadddyyyy, p-please," Damon shouted, crying harder, only feeling the continuous burn instead of individual swats.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Klaus couldn't bear to continue as Damon finally lay limply, too exhausted to fight any longer.

"All forgiven, my boy," Klaus heaved, giving Damon one last good crack.

Smack!

"Awwwww," Damon cried, taking a few seconds to realize it was over.

"You had a long cry and now you shall sleep well," Klaus said. He replaced Damon's shirt and rubbed his seared behind lightly.

"N-No more spankin'," Damon sniffled.

"No more spanking," Klaus confirmed. "But you will do your corner time in the morning. I shall not be defied on that. We're going to keep Kol home tomorrow from school. You two can have a chat. Though, he might be due for a whacking of his own for cheating on his maths, if Elijah has his way."

"W-What about S-Stefan?" Damon asked, turning his head.

"Oh, Finn let him off with a talking-to," Klaus revealed. "He was very impressed that Stefan was honest. Kol tried to lie like a rug, I'm afraid."

Klaus helped Damon up and pulled him into a hug as Damon rubbed his backside ruefully.

"Can't h-he let Kol off? He's been t-through enough," Damon whimpered.

Klaus thought, "Well, perhaps if you speak to your Uncle Elijah, he shall give him a break? But that will have to wait until tomorrow."
Klaus got up, chucked the soiled pillow on the floor, and put Damon in bed. He got a tissue and cleaned Damon's face and then got in the bed beside him.

Damon pulled away as Klaus gathered him in his arms.

"Don't be angry. I can't let you tear yourself up like that," Klaus whispered.

Damon sniffed, "So you do it for me?"
Klaus reached over and turned off the bedside lamp.

"When you need it," Klaus said, this time hugging Damon to me. "Now, sleep."
"My butt hurts too much," Damon whined, rubbing with one hand.

"No blood for you tonight, mister," Klaus said firmly. "I can paddle you more if you need me to?"
"No, I'm fine," Damon said quickly.

Klaus cuddled him and they both fell into a dreamless sleep.