Family Above All

2. A New Home for Damon

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Pairing: Elijah/Kol (M/M) belt, hand

Leaving the Salvatore Boarding House

March 22, 2012

Damon slouched down in the passenger seat of the big black SUV. He was surprised Klaus didn't have a driver, but he was exiting out of the Salvatore Boarding House driveway at top speed.

"So I am gonna have to call ya 'Daddy?'" Damon asked with a smirk. His smile then turned into a grimace as they hit a bump. His bottom was throbbing in his tight jeans. He couldn't wait to change his clothes.

"Marcel used to call me Papa, but you can still call me Klaus if you want to. You know, Damon, I think we have more in common than I previously realized," Klaus said, turning onto the main street on route to his mansion.

"What? We are murderous bastards?" Damon prompted, watching his own house recede in the rear view mirror.
"I don't care for that word. Actually, your poor language shocks me. I always thought of low people and the downtrodden cursing like you do. I think you ought to rein it in a bit," Klaus noted.

"You have been my dad for like five minutes and are always lecturing me on my language? Are you fucking serious?" Damon asked incredulously.

"I am quite serious," Klaus said. "You can ask Kol and Rebekah but Elijah can be old-fashioned and strict about certain things, like manners and clothing. He's your uncle now."
"My dutch uncle?" Damon joked.
Klaus frowned, "Elijah also has no sense of humor. Prepare yourself."

"Oh, he stabbed me with a pencil once...Or was it a pen? I didn't pay an Original vampire the proper respect. He ruined my favorite t-shirt," Damon recalled, thinking of the incident at Whitmore College a few weeks back.

"That's Elijah alright. But now that you are family, we have a different way of dealing with each other," Klaus said, glancing at Damon, his son. "As you have seen?"

Damon squirmed, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was a waste of time.

"Oh, I've seen alright! If you think you are just going to beat me when I piss you off. You have another thing coming," Damon growled.

Klaus pulled over abruptly to the side of the road. Damon heard honking and the driver behind them angrily gestured.

"What the hell, man?" Damon shrieked. The jarring stop would have caused a human him to hit his head against the window, but Damon's vampire reflexes prevented that assault at least.

"Damon, I am sorry we got off to such a poor start," Klaus said. "In truth, your brother called me. He didn't wish to see you fall into despair and vice. But you must know, I would never beat you. Ever."

"But you just bared my ass and beat me, Klaus! Are you brain dead or just stupid," Damon snapped.

Klaus inhaled and tried to calm himself. After a moment, he tried again, "You were behaving like a child, I gave you a good spanking. Believe me, I know the difference, my own so-called father, Mikael, nearly killed me several times when I was a boy. He was a violent and cruel tyrant. I would never treat you as thus."

Damon nodded, "Yes, Giuseppe Salvatore was cut from the same cloth. He literally did kill me...and Stefan. But when I was a human, he'd often get drunk and whip me or hurt me just because he could."

Klaus leaned back and closed his eyes.

"I wish I could take that away from you," Klaus said with emotion.
"You can't. I've tried. I had to take it to protect Stef," Damon shared. "And my mother. Remember her?"