The Prince of Mystic Falls

82. Testing the Ground

Pairing Klaus/Tyler (M/m) heavy paddle, 4x

Mystic Falls, Virginia, 2010

Mikaelson Mansion

Sunday Morning

"Holy shit, this room is fucking huge!" Tyler said in awe looking around Matt's new room. which had been Rebekah's old suite. He'd been in here before, but not that much.

Matt shoved him lightly, "Shut up, you moron. You're going to get us in trouble."

"Oh yeah, I'm trying man. You know, old habits and all...? What's with this closet?" Tyler said playing with the rotating shoe rack.

"I honestly can't figure out what the point of it is. I think you need more shoes for it to make sense, like...Forget it, are you cool with me doing this? For real, bro?" Matt asked sitting down on the bed. There was a queen sized bed in here now.

Tyler joined him and laid back, "Great mattress..."

"Ty,...I'm serious," Matt prodded.

"No Matt, I'm cool with it. I mean, I get why you moved out. This room is kind of awesome. That balcony is cool," Tyler said staring at the ceiling.

"That's not why I left and you know it," Matt reminded him.

"I know. It wasn't fair that we always made you clean up. You know I'm an asshole about stuff like that. Well, now, I guess I need to pick up my dirty clothes or...," Tyler smirked.

"You really don't think you'll get your ass handed to you over this do you?" Matt pressed.

"Not really. I think it's just an empty threat. I don't get why we can't have a maid again. The other two always cleaned our room," Tyler scoffed.

"The one tried to have us like, sacrificed, and the other was murdered," Matt noted.

"True, but that cleaning service people could do our rooms," Tyler pushed.

"They could, but this is a big ass place. I'm not trying to lecture you, but it will not kill you to pick up a wet towel or put clean clothes in a drawer every now and now," Matt asserted.

"Yes, Mother...We could put a basketball hoop in here. Or a foosball table?" Tyler mused.

"Yeah, I'm definitely getting a mini-fridge. Where's Jer?" Matt asked.

"Painting or drawing, something gay like that," Tyler responded.

"Uncle Kol said he'd let me drive the Porsche later," Matt offered.

"Is it his now?" Tyler asked.

"Yeah, I guess Uncle Elijah can't have it with kids or something. I wish someone would give me a freaking sports car. I'll find you before we go," Matt assured him.