A Father's Love
In which Niklaus Mikaelson would do anything to ensure the safety of his son.
Marcel Gerard, the self-made King of New Orleans, was pissed. As his ran his hands over his face, he paced in the middle of the living room. His overwhelming sadness for Davina's position with the Strix had been trumped by a burst of homicidal rage. What was simply a feel of regret for letting her get swept up with them was now a simmering anger unlike none other.
The girl that he took in, helped raise, housed, and loved was now in the hands of his enemy and there was nothing he could do about it. At first, Davina was more than excited to be apart of their coven, but when she voiced a want to return to her everyday life in New Orleans, they refused.
Flashing over to the end table, he let out a frustrated bellow before picking it up and smashing it into the wall.
"Marcellus!" He heard someone call his name. Coming into his view, he recognized the man instantly. Strutting in like he owned the place was Niklaus Mikaelson.
The younger vampire shrugged the familiar feeling off before allowing his anger to bubble up and tip over the edge once more. Instead of flipping another coffee table, he picked up the house plant and sent it flying towards the staircase. The force of the throw sent the plant barreling toward the railing and smashing up against it.
"Fuck!" Marcel cursed loudly.
After Klaus sped over to the man, he grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in for a hug. "We will retrieve your little witch, I promise, Marcellus. But this tantrum will solve nothing."
"Leave me alone, Klaus," Marcel growled, trying to push away from the hybrid. When the original didn't release him from his hold, Marcel began to twist harder, desperate to get out of the hold of his father. "Davina is mine to protect... avenging her is my only goal!"
"And we will, Marcellus!"
Both Klaus and Marcel were shocked by the new voice they had heard. The unmistakable voice of Elijah Mikaelson echoed around the large, almost empty Compound entrance.
Allowing his son to be free, Klaus released him, turning to face his brother. "I take it you have a plan to free this little witch?"
"Oh, of course," Elijah nodded expectantly, his footsteps matching Freya's as they both fully entered the Compound. His concern has always and forever been to the surivial of his family and since Davina Claire meant so much to Marcel, she was under his protection too. "All I need is for Marcellus to put his faith in his dear ole' uncle Elijah."
"None of you care about Davina like I do!" Marcel bellowed, his fear for her safety coming out as anger. "I am going there. I will irradicate the entirety of that blasted group in the name of saving Davina."
"You can't do that, and you know it," Freya admitted firmly."Elijah and I have the best chances of getting Davina out safely. You would be killed almost instantly."
Marcel scoffed as he paced away from the three Mikaelsons. "I don't care!"
"I do!" Niklaus yelled back at his son. "You will go nowhere near that lot if I have anything to say about it."
"You don't!" Marcel countered. "I'm not some little boy you took in and raised anymore, Klaus. I'm a man! You will not hold me here."
"Marcel, what good would you going do? How can you help her if you're dead?" Freya asked.
Picking up his phone from off of the piano, Marcel tucked it into his back pocket before starting his journey out of the door. He couldn't stay here and argue with the Mikaelsons all day. Davina needed to be saved. "I'm done with this conversation."
"Marcellus—" Elijah started, trying to stop the man. He was walking into a suicide mission.
"This matter is no longer up for discussion," Marcel cut him off.
Klaus nodded, more to himself than anything. "Very well. If you insist."
Flashing over to the man who once called him father, he grabbed him by the shoulder before forcing them both to appear at the dining room table. Having been the only place in the house with chairs without armrests, Klaus decided that this was the perfect place to complete his task.
Pulling the man's arm, Marcel lost his balance and tripped which only helped Klaus. Once the King of New Orleans was settled on his lap, Klaus didn't hesitate to lower his palm against the upturned bottom.
Marcel groaned as he tried to push up but he couldn't grasp his upper body strength in this position. That and the original who was holding him down was determined to keep him down because his fighting felt useless.
"Save your strength, Marcellus. You will need it for the lesson I am about to teach."
Marcel fought harder. "Let me up, Klaus! How many times do I have to tell you that I am no longer the child, eager for the scraps you allowed me."
Klaus tightened his hold against Marcel's body and pulled the man closer to him as he started a steady rhythm of smacks.
Left. Right. Up. Down. Left. Right. Up. Down.
As this was a spanking and not a fight, Niklaus only used a fraction of his power. His goal was to punish not to beat the boy. After a couple of minutes of steady spanking, Marcel began to twist and groan on his lap. Standing him up, Klaus made a command that made Marcel's heart sink. "Remove your pants."
"Absolutely not, Klaus," Marcel countered, his face growing red from embarrassment. He knew that Elijah and Freya were both still standing in the living room. "I've got it. This is unnecessary and childish."
Klaus took a deep breath, thinking about how much easier he was when he was a child. "I want your pants hanging over that chair, Marcellus. I will not tell you again."
The original saw it coming long before Marcel had the courage to do it. He could tell by the random skip of his heart and the way his foot twitched. Meeting Marcel at the door, Klaus caught his arm as the man tried to escape.
"Klaus, stop it!"
The hybrid shook his head. "You have had this coming a long time, son."
Taking matters into his own hands, Klaus pinned Marcel to the wall, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans before pushing them down his thighs. "Klaus!"
Marcel tried to push away as Klaus dragged him back to chair they had just come from. Flipping him over his lap, Klaus delivered dozens of smacks to his bottom. The underwear provided little to no support since Klaus's hand was easily stronger than the cheap material.
"Ow," Marcel whined as Klaus's hand hit a particularly sensitive spot on his bottom.
Marcel bit his lip, trying not to let out any more indication of his discomfort. It failed however, when he felt Klaus tug at the waistband of his underwear.
"Not bare, Klaus," Marcel twisted, his hands covering the back of his boxer briefs. "You've made your point, Klaus. Stop."
"Actually, Marcellus," Klaus snapped. "I believe that I haven't even started."
When Klaus continued to punish the disobedient bottom, Marcel shook his head, forcing his tears to stay at bay. Upset at his lack of strength against Klaus, Marcel slammed his hands down on the floor. "I've had enough, Klaus."
Ignoring him, Klaus easily pulled down the boy's underwear, leaving his pants and shorts bunched around his knees. It was obvious that, due to his attitude, his son hadn't even begun to embrace the lesson the hybrid was trying to instill. Leaving a firm hand on his back, Klaus rained down smack after smack, determined to teach his wayward son a lesson.
Marcel wiggled underneath Klaus's firm hand, trying to get away from the harsh teaching he was delivering. He could feel tears prick the corners of his eyes as he leaned his head down, trying not to give away his emotional distress.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Klaus could feel the heat radiating from Marcel's bottom as he sat there.
"I grow tired of your constant disobedience, Marcellus," Klaus lectured, his hand still coming down steadily on Marcel's bottom. Now that his son had stopped being blatantly disobedience, he felt it appropriate to start lecturing. "I only mean to protect you, but your constant defiance cannot remain. Do I make myself clear?"
Marcel didn't answer. He wasn't trying to ignore the hybrid, but he was more focused on trying not to kick with his underwear and pants slightly below his knees. Being spanked bare was embarrassing enough. Having kick his bottoms off was far, far worse.
Klaus, however, saw this action as defiance, despite his small speech. Raising his leg, he revealed Marcel's sit spots. "I asked a question, Marcellus," He started, punctuating every word with a swat. "I do not like being disobeyed. I thought I would've taught you this by now. I guess I have not."
Marcel's resolve broke as he felt Klaus's palm grow harder. His bottom felt like it was on fire and Klaus's hand was the match. His legs started to kick out and bend, trying to give Klaus any reason to stop the assault on his bare bottom and give him a break.
Having had enough, Marcel nodded furiously. "You have! I-I'm sorry!"
"I will tolerate no more of this blatant disrespect from you, Marcellus," Klaus scolded, his palm starting to feel like a paddle on Marcel's bottom.
"Ow—Okay!" The younger vampire kicked as his bottom felt like he was sitting on a hot stove. And Klaus didn't seem like he was stopping any time soon.
Continuing to punish his son, Klaus laid his hand down hard about ten times before continuing his scolding. "You may not always understand my methods, but my interests are always in protecting you."
"Davina—"
Klaus stopped him. "Davina is an extension of you meaning I shall protect her too." At this, Klaus sped up, his hand now losing his rhythm. "But you will not continue to put your life in danger, young man."
Marcel howled as Klaus's hand came down harshly rapidly. "Please! S-stop!"
"Not until I am sure you understand me, Marcellus."
Marcel didn't fight his tears as the smacks kept coming down on his bottom. Klaus's palm wasn't giving Marcel's vampire healing any time to work. "I understand! I promise!"
"You understand what, Marcellus?" Klaus asked, working his hand on his son's bottom even faster.
"I can't—" Marcel started, his body twisting and turning. He didn't care how it looked from the outside. He only cared about ending this ruthless spanking. "I can't think! Klaus, please."
"You do not need to think, Marcellus. You should know." Klaus replied, his speed slowing but the force behind his swats remained the same. "Why are you in this position?"
"Because I was disrespectful!" Marcel hollered out instantly.
Smack. Smack.
Marcel hissed as Klaus continued. "Why else are you over my knees?"
Marcel groaned, racking his brain to figure out what he had done worthy of such a punishment. "I was disobedient! Davina—I kept trying to go out for her!"
Klaus's speed picked back up. He was sure that when he stood up and faced his son, he would not have any disobedience problems for a while... at least that was the goal. "Despite of what I said, right, Marcellus? My commands do not matter?"
Marcel felt his pants and underwear leave his legs due to his kicking, but he was worried about it no more. The only thing he was worried about was the blazing heat on his bottom. "It does matter! I won't do it again!"
"Are you sure, Marcellus?" Klaus asked, leaving a series of swats right underneath the curve of Marcel's bottom.
"Yes sir!" Marcel yelled fast. His hands flew to his bottom, no longer being able to take the steady heat. He would agree to anything in the name of stopping this punishment. "Please, Klaus! I'm sorry!"
Pushing his hands up to his back, Klaus pinned them there before leaving ten more swats randomly placed on his son's bottom. Sobs shook through Marcel's body as Klaus ended the spanking. The father and son waited together until Marcel had calmed.
"Stand," Klaus commanded.
As he did, Marcel used the back of his sleeves to wipe his tear-stricken face.
"There is one more matter to be discussed," Klaus said without any indication of emotion. Marcel internally pleaded that the discussion was verbal and not physical. He couldn't take another spanking right now.
Turning the man around, Marcel danced as Klaus delivered five of his hardest to Marcel's bare bottom.
"K-Klaus!" Marcel exclaimed, bringing forth a new set of tears.
Turning the man to face him, Klaus held his chin firmly but softly. "Do not ever make me chase you for a punishment. If I tell you to come here, you will come to me. Do you understand me?"
"Yes sir," Marcel agreed. He would agree to anything right now if it meant he was free from spankings. "I'm sorry!"
"Replace your clothing," Klaus commanded softly.
Marcel was hit with mixed emotions. At one point, he desperately wanted to not be naked in the open dining room. On the other, he knew his jeans would protest something fierce against his aching bottom. But he was not about to disobey Klaus again.
As he slid his pants over his bottom, Marcel hissed but pulled them over nonetheless. Pulling him in for a hug, Marcel relaxed in the older man's hold. It had been a little over a century since he was in this position. "As much as it pains me, I will not hesitate to do that again to keep you safe, Marcellus."
Nodding, Marcel let himself be held.
Hearing a knock at the door frame, Marcel looked away as Elijah and Freya came into the room. He was sure that both of the elder Mikaelsons knew what had happened, but that didn't stop him from feeling his face gain a heat that could've rivaled his bottom.
"Brother," Klaus started.
"Niklaus," Elijah nodded, talking with their eyes and not their mouths.
"Retrieving Davina was easy," Freya nodded toward Marcel, ignoring his red eyes. As old as she was, she knew of and had experienced some 'old fashion' consequences. So seeing a teary-eyed, well-punished person was not a shocker to her. "She's waiting for you in the guest room beside your bedroom whenever you're ready."
Marcel knew from experience that he wasn't dismissed unless the person punishing him dismissed him. "Klaus..." He started. Memories of his moments as a child under Klaus's care threatened to seep through his brain, but he tried hard to push them away. He desperately wanted to check on Davina.
"Go to her," Klaus started. "But do not forget your lesson today, Marcellus. I do not want to teach it again."