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Elijah and Aurora could both feel Klaus and Tristan's icy glares as there hands joined as they were declared legally bound.

Elijah hoped to have his brother on his side, to be able to talk to him, that he hadn't wanted to do this, but it seemed that idea wasn't exactly going to be possible. And Tristan was out of the question, he did certainly love the man, which he would never admit aloud, but he was raised to be true to a promise and a marriage was just that, so how was he meant to complain to his love about his life with his Wife, who was the mans Sister. And his sister glared with accusations of him 'stealing' her friend before he'd even attempted to talk to her.

Aurora thought her brother would understand, but he'd gone cold quickly after the conversation with their father, and she wasn't sure why, and it seemed Niklaus had also found out because he hadn't attempted to visit her or even so much as looked at her since. Rebekah had met with her but any time she'd tried to mention Elijah Rebekah hadn't allowed her to and changed the topic to her dress, jewels... anything but the fact she was about to have to spend the rest of her life with the man.

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It was almost a month later, when they were in their shared room, he'd pressed a soft kiss to her temple when he'd reached for something by her. He had come to care for her in... a sort of way, and the small affection wasn't something he thought of. Not meant as directly a romantic action, something he'd have done with Tatia, his mother, Rebekah and even Tristan. He hadn't even thought when he did it.

As he stepped away from her she'd turned and the next moment the vase by her was thrown at him. Neither of them really took in the words she'd shouted because it went shockingly silent when the vase hit him, the shining quartz broke and slice a cut across his jaw. Her hands came up to cover her mouth with a gasp.

Elijah's hand raised to the cut in surprise, slightly aware he probably could have moved, he didn't know why he didn't. "It was not meant to hit you." She told him. She quickly grabbed her napkin and moved to him to dab at the blood.

"I know." He said and carefully took her hand. He tried to step away but she followed, her eyes locked on the wound as it healed. Then she was distracted as she let out a cry of pain and they both looked down to see she was stood directly on the sharp broken fragments.

Elijah picked her up and sat her on the bed, quickly. "I will not kiss you again if you do not wish for that. But I can clean your wounds without you throwing something, can I not?" He asked, with a slightly playful smile. He could smell the blood, he wanted it cleaned, wrapped and done as soon as possible.

She just nodded, he quickly found a new cloth and was knelt in front of her, one knee raised as he rest her heel on it. He carefully brushed away blood and carefully removed any of the stone that still dug into her skin and carefully wrapped both carefully.

He looked up at her about to ask if she was okay but her hand moved to his jaw. She traced over the place he should still be bleeding, but he wasn't. "How..." She said and dug one of her nails in and recreated the wound. He hissed and pulled back but her hand moved into his hair to make him go still as she focused on the wound and watched as it healed in fascination. "How do you do that?" He stared at her in silence, unsure how to answer and she tugged at his hair. "I am entitled to know what it is my husband can do. It may affect our children!" She said and he swallowed lightly.

"I am a beast." He said carefully. "I heal fast, I'm also stronger and faster than a human."

"That is all that is different?"

"No. But I do not wish to talk about anything else at this moment." He said simply. "You wish to actually have a child with me?"

"It is expected."

"You have avoided my touch in bed after our first night. Even ones not leading to anything carnal."

"I did not enjoy having you above me."

"You realise there is more ways then that. I... believed you would prefer to be more covered from the others."

"Stop trying to seem caring! It is annoying, I want to hate you."

"I know." He said softly. "You can hate me, but hating me and having a child with me seem to rather clash." He drawled. "You do realise I was not part of this agreement either?" He asked her. "My brother took away my right to have a choice." He told her. "I... cared for another, as you did. If you need-" He stopped moved a hand to hers where it still tugged at his hair, though mostly thoughtlessly now, "if you need to hurt me, have more control to be happy in our relationship, whatever makes our contract more comfortable." He told her. "We can figure that out if you wish."

"You'd let me take control?"

"I can let someone take control in private." He told her.

"Is that what happened with the one you cared for? She had control?"

"... He did." He nodded and she looked at him in surprise.

"Oh." She blinked for a moment. "So, you prefer the company of men, that-"

"I like the company of women, as well. But, I happened to fall for a man."

"I see. I like your brother." She told him.

"I know." He nodded.

"Who do you like?"

"... Your brother."

Aurora hummed lightly and her hand moved to his night shirt then pulled him up and kissed him the next moment. His eyebrows shot up in surprise but he returned the kiss and allowed her to push him around until she was on the bed.

She pressed her hands to his chest and he looked up at her as she straddled his waist. "You slept with my brother?"

"...Yes, and I'm aware you slept with mine."

"Mhmm, so you won't be offended if I'm thinking of him."

"While I would prefer you not to, just don't call me his name." He said and she smiled.

"You like me."

"I think you're a slightly immature brat, but I do care for you."

"You can't say that to me!" She said in shock.

"You're my wife," he said as he sat up, his lips brushed hers as he continued, "I can say what I like." She huffed, the hand on his chest moved to his throat and kiss him again as she pushed him to the sheets once more.

He groaned softly and returned the kiss, his hands moved over her thighs, under her night dress as she started to pull at his clothes.

-

"You didn't explain just how beastly you all were! That you could change others!" Aurora said as she ran into their room. She looked both angry and frightened as she glared at him.

"What happened?" He asked her immediately.

"Lucien and Klaus... then Rebekah's face changed." Elijah nodded slowly. "Show me." She demanded.

"It scared you-"

"Show. Me." She repeated.

He pursed his lips but then his eyes went dark, red and black, and veins crawled under his eyes. She stepped back for a moment then moved forward again, her hand raised to his face. Her thumb pushed at his lips to make him show off his fangs.

Her thumb ran over a fang and cut her thumb, his hand caught her wrist. The features faded but his lips wrapped around her thumb for just a moment before he let go and was suddenly on the other side of the room.

"We survive on Blood, Aurora. I need you to be Careful." He said gritted out.

"You want to bite me?" He looked at her annoyed. "Would you kill me?"

"Aurora. Leave it alone."

"No, you want-" She gasped in shock as her back hit the wall, his hands tight on her arms as his beastly features were on show once more. Her eyes were wide and his eyes fell to her throat as her heart beat slammed in her chest, her blood rushed intoxicatingly through her veins. He leaned closer, she felt his breath on her throat and a whimper past her lips. Her eyes slammed closed, but just as he seemed about to bite there was a rush of cold air. As she opened her eyes he was just gone.

She took in a slow shaky breath and she slipped to the ground.

-

Elijah didn't know how why he ended up in Tristan's room, well, he did but he was denying it. Tristan entered a moment later. "You are not meant to visit me like this anymore, Elijah." He told him.

"I needed to see you."

"Oh?"

"You do not run from my beast." He told him and looked up at him from where he was sat on the edge of his head. "You could Control me." He said quietly.

"I see." He said and placed a hand under his jaw and his thumb ran over his jawline lightly. "What did you do, my darling monster?"

"I almost bit her." He said honestly. "I did not, I do not wish to harm her... but I almost did." He added quietly. "You need to show her how to handle me."

"She doesn't know she needs to use a rougher hand with yet, does she? I could-"

"I am married. I cannot break that vow." He told him.

"No, instead you've come to me wanting a punishment but you're too scared to ask for it." Tristan said dryly.

"No, that's not-" He cut himself off and pushed to his feet but Tristan's hand wrapped in his hair before he could fully do so and forced him to sit once more. "You and Aurora are too alike." He said through gritted teeth.

"You do look so pretty with my hand in your hair, I'm sure Aurora thought the same." He said simply.

"I need to go back to my own room, let go of me." He told him, strained.

"Back to my sister after you almost bit her?"

"My wife." He said calmly.

Tristan's hand tightened again. "She is my sister first."

"By what law?"

Tristan looked annoyed and he slapped him hard. Elijah's eyes closed over a moment taking a shaky breath then looked up at him. He caught Tristan's hand, dragged it away and stood.

"I don't need a punishment. I've already been forced into a relationship, a Marriage, I didn't choose this. Nor did she. We are each others punishments." He told him, calmer then just moments before. "Please do remember that's the situation when you look like you wish your god would smite me." He told him in annoyance. "Goodnight, Tristan."

-

He got to his room and found Aurora still on that space on the floor. He carefully slid to sit at her side. "I should not have done that." He said and moved a hand to her shoulders. "I give you my word, as long as I am sworn to you, I will never harm you." She shifted to lean into his side, silently. He didn't react until he heard her cry softly and wrapped his arms around her to hold her closer.

-

"You almost bit Aurora!!?" Rebekah snapped as she found him.

"I see she found comfort in informing you." He said. "Aurora cut her finger on my teeth, being curious because she saw You change. As well as Niklaus and Lucien feeding." He told her. "I was alone, she seemed determined to focus on the Biting." He said, "I had a lapse of control, that I fixed. Work and focus on your own."

Rebekah glared at him. "She is my friend. Do not Eat her."

"I will not do anything to her that she does not want." He told her simply.

"Ugh, Try not to be weird, Elijah."

"Marriages come with more then the titles." He said almost amused. "You are not so prudish when Kol or Klaus talk openly."

"But you are You." Elijah raised an eyebrow. "Just- Be nice to Aurora. She's too good for you."

"You remember you're my sister, do you not?"

"Yes. I do." She shrugged it off.

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Aurora surprised Elijah after a couple of nights of her being away from their room by tripping him onto the bed, and already claimed his lips in a heated kiss before he could even greet her.

She tugged at his collar and the next moment he let out a small cry as she bit down. She was like them now, the question of why was forgotten as she continued to feed, his hand just moved into her hair, his lips parted. Pain and pleasure swam for focus. It was almost addictive and he didn't want her to stop. He barely held back a whine when she did finally pull back, but then she kissed him again as she clawed at his clothes. So she left small lines of blood over his chest.

He tugged at her dress and she broke the kiss to let him pull it off, his hands traced over her side and moved up, "may I?" He asked softly, his eyes traced down to her throat then back up to her eyes.

Aurora seemed pleased as he looked at her, almost pleading, hopeful. "Hmm, you can taste." She told him, "but I expect something in return." She said.

He tilted his head for a moment, then flipped their positions and lay her across the bed. He pressed soft kisses down her throat, chest and stomach and moved one of her legs over his shoulder. His hand traced over the other thigh slowly, listening as he breath caught.

He hummed pleased and turned to press a kiss the thigh closest to him as his hand carefully teased over her. Then, he slowly, circled over her clit and she bit down on her lip.

Her hand shifted into his hair about to complain about how teasing he was being but, as she was about to tug at his hair, his fingers pushed into her and he bit down on her thigh. He echoed her moan as blood rushed over his tongue. His fingers thrust slowly in time as he circled her clit with his thumb, her hips rocked against him.

After a while he pulled away from her thigh and the slower, teasing movement stopped as she pulled his hair again as his tongue moved over her with his fingers and just drew her closer to him.

She moaned and her hand tightened in his hair, his free hand had to grip at her leg as they went to close around him. Then moved over her waist and refused to pull away as she started to shake, in fact his movements sped up and fingers curled so he could get the louder responses until she came hard over his tongue and he finally let her pull him away and pulled him up to kiss her slowly.

"You're so pretty when you taste like me." She told him as the kiss broke. "Do I taste good?" She teased.

"Addictive." He told her simply. "Like everything about you." He told her.

"And my brother?"

"Hmm, it must be a de Martel thing. You both are."

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"Have you slept with Tristan since?" Aurora asked as she was lay against his chest, as the sun started to rise.

"No. I'm married, We're married." He told her. "We should be true to one another." He said and looked to her. She looked slightly upset... guilty? "You slept with Klaus. That's where you've been." He said carefully and tried not to feel hurt. He knew he wasn't the one she wanted. It shouldn't hurt him that she slept with Klaus.

"You should too. We should be more... open." She tried. "It can be all four of us?" She tried.

"How recently before you came to sleep with me were you with him?"

She shrugged, "a few hours." She said honestly.

"...Right." He sighed.

"Are you mad at me?"

Aya watched as Tristan's jaw went tight as Elijah greeted the woman with a kiss, and then lit up amused as he heard a whispered apology as the sisters surrounded the Gazebo with a spell.

Aya followed the Sisters as Elijah was taken by the spell, and she motioned for him to move and he all but bared his teeth as he was forced to follow, and Tristan moved over to Katherine.

"Well done."

"I have something else that I will give you if you promise the Strix won't come after me either." She told him before he could continue.

"Oh? And what's that?"

"The cure."

He finally looked at her with interest rather than just amusement. "You want us to promise not to follow, and for that, you'll give me the cure?"

"Exactly." She said. "The plan was to make a deal with Elijah, to get it to Klaus make him make the deal. But your deal was better. But, I have the cure and I know you took Klaus's-"

"I recommend against threatening us." He drawled. "Get me the cure. I'll make sure you're safe. I can honour my word."

She stared at him for a moment. "Good." She said simply.

.

"What did you do to me?" Elijah asked when Tristan entered the room. As if there wasn't chains that held him in place, and was in fact the one with power. Tristan just rolled his eyes.

"We decided it was safer if you weren't going to be killed like your brothers." Aya said simply. "After all, we don't intend to let you get us killed."

"Where's Katerina?" He asked, focusing on Tristan deciding to ignore her response.

"Gone. Rather safely it seems. We kept our promise to make sure she'd be safe." He said with a smile. "Don't worry. She gave me the gift she was using to lure you." He told him and Elijah straightened in place.

"Tristan, let me out of these and let me go."

"You're not going anywhere Elijah, you're over confidence will get you killed." He told him annoyed.

"You both know-"

"That we're safe with you in chains? Yes. We do." Aya cut him off.

Elijah forced back anger, held himself back from any too obvious a show of it when he saw Tristan's smug amusement, he refused to give him the satisfaction, "you realise this will end badly, don't you? This... trap won't last forever."

"Oh, these chains are stronger than you think." Aya said.

"And your siblings are unaware that you're even in danger. And your darling Katerina isn't exactly going to pass on that information." Tristan asked. "And you know Klaus and Rebekah are rather self involved, aren't they? And they're rather busy searching for something they'll never gain."

Elijah glared at him. "You know our family isn't so simple." He said flatly.

"Oh, of course, I do."

Elijah eyebrows drew together when Tristan was looking at him like he should understand but very much didn't.

.

It had been months maybe longer, since Tristan and Aya took him. He'd been locked into a dark room, a spell cast. Every time he went to attack... well anyone it sent a pain spell screaming through every cell of his body.

It was thankfully a nicer room than he could have been in, Tristan had taste. It had blacked out windows, a large relatively comfortable bed with black silk sheets, a beautiful old styled desk, and a small table with two arm chairs. The only light that he had when alone was candles.

Tristan was the only one who brought him blood, usually a bag but once or twice he brought a 'donor'.

Elijah looked to Tristan as he walked in and tried to stop the frown when he didn't see any blood with him.

Tristan smiled as he saw the searching look. "Hungry, Elijah?" Elijah just looked at him unimpressed and went back to the book he'd been reading, but both knew he was hyper aware and has been waiting for him. "Now, if you wish to feed, I expect at least to be greeted, Elijah."

Elijah tensed and seemed to be weigh up the options, but the first month and a half Tristan had refused him any blood, so he was aware he was being very serious. "I don't see blood I haven't the need to greet you." He said instead.

Tristan hummed and nodded as he slowly unbuttoned his jacket and slipped it onto the back of the desk chair then sat as he rolled up one sleeve. Elijah straightened slightly, but refused to turn to him, but watched him from the side of his eyes. "And here I thought I'd give you a treat, and you're being a brat."

"A Brat?" Elijah said as he closed and placed his book to the side.

"I just wished to be greeted before we start."

"... Hello, Tristan, it's been a moment. How sweet of you to visit me in my cage."

Tristan chuckled slightly, "how dramatic of you, love." He said lightly, "would you like some blood?" Elijah's eyes slipped to his wrist, tongue running over his lower lip. "I thought so, Come. You know the rule." Elijah hesitated a moment then pushed to his feet and took the few steps towards him. Tristan raised an eyebrow and Elijah dropped to his knees. Tristan's eyes lit up immediately.

"...My lord?" His voice was soft, the hatred and anger Tristan knew was still there was behind a wall.

"There's my boy." He said and brushed a hand through his hair softly. Elijah's eyes closed over and barely stopped himself leaning into the touch, it was the only time he had anyone touch him in a way that wasn't just... pain. "You can take a bite now." He said.

Elijah's eyes opened and looked up at him and searched for a trick for a moment before his hand came up to take Tristan's and bit down into his wrist. He moaned quietly as his blood ran over his tongue. He lost focus as he fed, it was so much Better than the blood bags, even better than the donors Tristan had brought. His first sires blood. Perfect.

Tristan's lips parted as he watched, but refused to let himself react obviously, especially in a way that Elijah would notice, it wouldn't do well to let the man know the effect it would have on him.

Tristan's other hand moved to his hair and pulled slightly. "That's enough." Tristan said. Elijah almost refused but slowly forced himself to pull away, not quite able to stop himself lick away the last line of blood before, he finally let go of his wrist. Elijah looked up at him and waited, "good boy." Tristan said and the mocking tone made Elijah pull away from the touch immediately.

He pushed to his feet and back to his seat annoyed once more. "Elijah, are you really deciding to be petty?" Tristan asked dryly.

"I'm not some Pet for you to play with." He said flatly.

"I think you'll find that's exactly what you are." He told him as he stood and fixed his shirt then pulled his jacket on. "My darling little pet." He said and stopped by his seat, caught his jaw and forced him to look at him then leaned to kiss him. Elijah didn't respond for a moment, but slowly returned it. Tristan pulled back and looked at him, incredible smug. "I'll see you soon, Love." He said and moved to the door.

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Elijah rather enjoyed the days Aya visited him. It was usually simple, it was like being back in the 13th century, just... intellectual conversation and planning. Elijah knew she was using him to get around things that he knew more about, but it was always fascinating conversation, and he has always enjoyed her mind.

Aya seemed pleased about it, especially when he started to greet her with a smile. Much to Tristan's annoyance when she told him. Elijah was the one who's eyes fell to her lips mid sentence first. She smiled and continued on, then simply kept their usual routine until he finally gave in and leaned to kiss her.

She let him, but the moment he tried to deepen it, she moved a hand to is chest and pushed him away. "We're not together, Elijah." She told him, "I have yet to forgive your leaving, so you can't just kiss me."

"Why did you wake me?" Elijah asked as Alaric drove from the Salvatore's.

"I... guess I maybe missed you," Alaric told him, "and thought we could come to an agreement." He added when Elijah stared at him.

"After you drove a dagger through my heart? A rather obvious symbolic end to a relationship don't you think?"

"You understand why I did that." Alaric said easily. "You were going after Elena." Elijah turned to look at him unimpressed. "Well, I was obviously wasn't thinking because Damon almost got himself killed."

"And he was more important than us?"

"Well, he was my friend first. But we could make up?" Alaric reasoned.

"Do you assume I'm so forgiving?"

"You're in the car." He returned. "On the way to my home. You're at least some what forgiving."

Elijah's eyes traced over him then turned to look out the other window and went back to drinking the blood he'd given him.

"What is your plan with me here, Ric?" Elijah asked him once they got to the apartment. "I can't imagine it would be so innocent." His head tilted to one side, with an eyebrow raise.

Alaric's eyes seemed to light up slightly. "Well, perhaps not innocent. Do we have time before we should start something more important?"

"Well, that depends on you, doesn't it?" Elijah returned watching Alaric expectantly, and the man stepped towards him in return, "I would certainly like a short distraction before having to return to the work."

"Killing Klaus?"

"Later." Elijah said then closed the space between them to kiss him. Alaric immediately returned it and pushed Elijah's burned jacket from his shoulders.

Alaric moved a hand to the waist band of his pants and tugged him towards the bedroom. He didn't break the kiss as they moved, then he pushed Elijah onto the bed first, he seemed pleased when Elijah just dragged him down over him rather than giving any kind of fight.

Elijah had a moment of confusion as Alaric seemed surprised at the position, and as pleased as the first time they'd been together. But then they were both pressed against each other, and he was distracted as Alaric ground down against him.

Alaric's lips moved over his throat and Elijah's head fell back as he pushed up against his. His hands slipped under Alaric's shirt to pull it up. Alaric pulled back and let him pull it off before Elijah pulled at his own shirt, and ripped it off as well, it was already burned after all so it wouldn't make much of a difference.

Alaric's lips claimed Elijah's again as they continued to strip each other.

-

"You don't usually bite so much." Elijah murmured slightly as Alaric lay beside him.

"Do I not?" He asked in return.

Elijah turned towards him, his eyebrows drawn together. "There's something off with you." He said. "Did something happen after you tried to kill me?"

"Something." He agreed. "No need to worry about it, Elijah."

Elijah's eyebrows drew together for a moment, his eyes flicked between Alaric's. "You're not you." He said slowly.

Alaric smiled wider, "really, now you notice? I didn't realise you could be so easily distracted, Elijah."

That cadence was familiar. "Klaus?" He said slowly, he hoped he was wrong.

"Surprise." He said and smiled slowly. Elijah stared at him for a moment then pushed from the bed and Alari Klaus caught his wrist. "Katherine's locked herself in the bathroom, I believe. So, perhaps you should dress before trying to run off." He drawled.

Elijah's eyes closed over and refused to look at him and held back a sigh.

-

Elijah just got himself cleaned and redressed, and left the bathroom only to be greeted by a witch. "Greta, I presume?" He asked.

She didn't even speak before she started a spell and he when he tried to stop her he flinched back.

"What did you Do?" He growled out as he moved towards her again and was immediately frozen when he went to attack.

"Just a small thing, Elijah." Klaus said casually. "A little protection for me and my witches from you. Just in case." He drawled. "Oh, and a little boundary spell."

"You're locking me here?" He asked annoyed.

"Just until the rituals over." Klaus told him as he moved to him, and raised a hand to trace over his jaw gently.

Elijah caught his wrist, just shy of rough, feeling a rush of pain slam into his head, but didn't let go, "you killed our family, you do not get to continue this." He hissed.

"They're alive. Well, I know where they are." He told him and Elijah froze, hand loosening. "Quite dry and safe."

"They are?"

"Yes." He said, "Greta, love, tell him."

"The coffins are in very safe storage. They'll be here tomorrow." She said and opened her phone and showed him a flashing dot. "Location."

Elijah's hand shot out and took it from her. "You lied to me?" Elijah asked Klaus, "about this?"

"Not anymore, a good space for us. When I make my hybrids, we get them back and wake them."

Elijah's eyes moved back to the dot on the screen. "We should at least wake Rebekah immediately."

"After the first pack."

"No-"

"Yes."

"Show me this isn't Fake."

"Trust me." He said.

Elijah's eyebrows drew together, for a moment he debated giving Klaus an explanation of the spell he'd had planned. But the next moment Greta and Klaus were talking and he heard that the Martins and Bonnie were dead.

So, he stayed quiet about it, he still wasn't sure if he believed Klaus that they were alive. Even as he stared at the flashing dot on the phone screen.

-

"Klau-" Elijah's word cut off as he bit down on his throat sharply, his eyes flicked towards where Katherine attempted to ignore them or pretended to. He could see her eyes on them in mirror.

The witches had left, but Niklaus seemed to almost take a slight joy in making Elijah fall apart. Klaus pulled back and gripped his jaw. "Don't focus on anyone but me." He said in low annoyance before he drew him into another biting kiss.

He groaned lowly and Klaus slowly pulled him back, his gaze flicked between his eyes. Elijah looked back at him through dark lashes. "One last night in this body, want to feel him fuck you again?" He asked him as his hand wrapped around his throat.

Elijah tilted his head, "you wouldn't like either answer to that question." He said simply.

Klaus hummed lightly in agreement as he moved then shifted away, "on your knee's, Elijah." He told him, Alaric's voice was rougher as he did. Elijah hesitated against the order for a moment. Then Klaus's hand gripped at his neck then moved to his shoulder and barely pushed then Elijah moved to his knee's and looked up at him. "That's a good boy," Klaus drawled and moved a hand through his hair, "I have missed your longer hair, for Centuries I've been hoping for you to grow it back." Klaus told him, before he gripped it, "but, more so, I always wondered if you would be any good at putting your mouth to a better use than berating me." He said as he dragged him closer.

"Klaus-" Klaus's other hand had moved to his jeans to push them down, Elijah's eyes fell to him, then Klaus tugged his hair again before Elijah moved forward taking him into his mouth, eyes closed over.

Klaus groaned lowly as he watched Elijah for a moment, then looked to Katherine, who had stopped hiding that she had started to watch them, eyes locked on Elijah, lips parted slightly.

Elijah's hands came up to his waist, one of his hands slipped under his shirt as the other gripped his waist drawing him closer. Echoing a moan from Klaus.

-

"Elijah?" Alaric said surprised, and Elijah smiled slowly.

"Hello, Ric." He said lightly.

Alaric looked at him in confused, "you can go now, Alaric." Klaus cut in.

Elijah looked to him purposefully then moved to Alaric and drew him into a kiss. His eyes flicked towards Klaus whose glare turned fiery. Elijah slowly pulled back, "you really should go." He told him softly.

"You're not-"

"Boundary spell." He repeated, "go. Elena and Jenna need you," he continued as he stepped away, and Alaric didn't hesitate before going.

"You two know what's needed from you both." Klaus said flat and pointedly to Maddox and Greta even as his attention stayed on Elijah who looked back at Klaus amused, in challenge.

Which Klaus seemed to take immediately.

Klaus had him pinned against the wall as soon as the others left, "you-"

"He was the one that was fucking me first, Klaus." He reminded him sharply. Klaus's eyes narrowed, gripped and ripped his shirt and tore his tie away as well and seconds later he'd pushed almost all of his clothing off and was slammed him against a bed. "Wait, Klau-"

Klaus cut off his words with his lips as he pushed his legs apart.

Elijah moaned lowly as Klaus rocked his hips against his own, Klaus mirrored the moan. "You know I'm bad at sharing," Klaus said as he pulled back, "you should know better than to test me."

"You had things to do, should-" He cut off again as Klaus bit into his throat, and Klaus hands trailed down and Elijah tried to call his name but it cut off with a sharp gasp.

"I need a new shirt." Elijah said with a towel around his waist trying to find his clothes from wherever Klaus had thrown them, he'd found his shirt torn when he had picked it up.

"I'll bring a new one back after the ritual."

Elijah paused and looked to him. "Excuse me?"

"Tomorrow morning." He said, "after I turn back after this change." He told him. "I've heard libido can raise around the moon with wolves."

"Is that your excuse?"

"I don't need an excuse." He shrugged. "I'm sure Katerina enjoyed the show." Klaus drawled. Klaus smiled as he watched Elijah tense, "now, you can wait until I get home to get a new shirt." He said simply. "Enjoy your evening, brother." Klaus said and headed out of the home.

Elijah sighed and slipped his trousers on, went through Alaric's closet.

"You and Klaus-" Katherine started.

"Let's not have this conversation." He said calm as he took out a shirt, it was rougher material than he was used to, but he could handle it for a short time.

"You don't want to talk about the fact Klaus has been fucking you for days?" She asked him dryly.

He turned towards her. "Alaric was until a few hours ago." He said dryly. "Technically."

"It was Klaus. So, that was actually new?"

"Katerina, I promise you, I hadn't been in bed that way with my brother before this." He said calmly. "Did you enjoy your show?"

"I didn't exactly get an option in watching or not. It's not the biggest space."

"I'm sure. But the times you Could have ignored us, you watched." He said simply.

"Klaus seemed to enjoy that fact, so did you."

"I didn't care. I rather not have voyeurs, but Niklaus always like to... stake a claim." He said simply and collected a bottle of bourbon. "Drink? Before he returns?"

"...Sure. Why not."

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It was just after the moon had rose, Elijah's eyes had been tracking it in the sky from the window, when Katherine started to gasp out his name.

He turned to her horrified as he noted that her skin had began to turn grey and he sped to her side to catch her just as she started to fall. "Katerina?" He said quietly, eyes wide and worried.

"I don't... I'm-."

"You'll be okay." He said, lied, as he bit into his wrist and desperately attempted to feed her his blood to help her. But it didn't and in the end he ended up holding her ice cold, still and grey body for what was likely longer than healthy.

Her grey skin and the room slowly seemed to be replaced by bloodstained skin and woods. He recognised the memory of blood on his tongue as he held Tatia.

1000 years.

His mind hadn't allowed him to remember that day for 1000 years. And now every moment of Tatia's death resurfaced, a loop of both her and Katerina's deaths, two woman he cared for dying in his arms.

For his families actions.

Alaric was the one who walked in the next morning not Klaus. "Elijah?" He said and Elijah stopped where he was pacing and stared at him.

"... Where's Klaus?"

"Klaus is dead Elijah. Jonas told Bonnie about your plan." He said then paused. "Damon and Stefan... Caroline, they all died hours later."

Elijah looked at him horrified. "They're all..." He looked to where he had lay Katherine across Alaric bed. Then he reached for the phone Klaus had left, with the locations of their family. "I need to leave."

"Wait-" Alaric started before Elijah was gone.

Elijah felt his hands begin to shake. He'd failed enough already, he needed to find them.

He almost collapsed in relief as he did find them and the first coffin he found was Finns. His hand didn't pause as it wrapped around the handle.

Maybe Finn was the best person to start with.

As soon as the blade was out of his chest and he knew Finn would wake, it all hit him.

He thought his brother would killed them all.

He planned his brothers Death for a decade.

Then he let him walk to his death. A death that was all because of him.

After he made him a beast. Well, helped make him who he was. The spell. Not running... Aurora. Wasn't that just a wonderful memory to return after these years.

He didn't even hear the dagger hit the ground as his hand came up to cover his eyes, he tried to stop the start of tears, but he moved, his back hit storage boxes behind him and he slid to the ground. He was hit with memory after memory of all his crimes.

And he wasn't sure if Klaus's body was already buried, if he could even make himself to go find him.

He was sure that made him an even worse brother.

The time they had with each other before his death was... a mess. He wasn't sure if it was better or worse than the previous decade.

"Elijah?" Finns voice came broke the silence and whirling thought.

Elijah looked up at, red eyed and slightly lost. "He's dead." He said simply, quietly as he looked at Finn who just seemed so very confused, and watched as the conflicted of grief, freedom, and disbelief came over his eldest brother.

"...What?"

"Niklaus." He said, "I don't know what I'm meant to do now." He said in a broken whisper, his gaze fell back to his hands.

Finn looked torn for a moment and sat at his side. "You're going to take a moment. Then we wake our family." He told him. "And we have to have a conversation or two."

"I'm a monster, Finn. I should have allowed you to wake, I wouldn't blame you for returning the favour."

"I'm not doing that to you."

Those words just hurt more and a cry finally ripped from his throat. Finn stared at him in shock then moved a hand over his back. Elijah fell into him and gripped at his tunic. For just a moment, Finn saw Elijah, his little brother from before he'd decided parenting their youngest siblings. Before Mikael finally beat it into him that crying was not for men. The one that still wanted his attention at every moment.

Finn almost felt guilty that he'd missed his brother clinging to him like this. He'd missed it since Elijah had started to pull away as a child. He just held him closer and waited for his cries to stop.

That easy smile on Tyler's lips as he talked to him and agreed made him feel good. It may be because of the Sire Bond, but it was still His. For Him. And he didn't intend to let that go.

Tyler's head tilted back, eyes closed and blood still stained his lips as Klaus healed the woman and sent her on her way, Tyler was always more relaxed when he didn't see them die. And it allowed him to keep his pretty little hybrid to himself for a longer time.

"I wonder if Caroline would do this with me." Tyler asked casually. Klaus's eyes narrowed and dropped to his throat for a moment, an itch to bite down on it, as much to want to leave a claim then to simply feed. "Feels a little... intimate, right?"

"Yes." Klaus said simply. "It does." He drawled. "Did you need to bring her up Now?" He asked annoyed.

Tyler frowned slightly and opened his eyes to look at him confused. "Am I not allowed to talk about my girlfriend?"

"You don't need the girl, Tyler, you're a hybrid, you're above her." He told him.

"That's a little..."

"True?"

"Shitty."

"Yes, but true. Life isn't nice, Tyler." He told him. "You don't need to feed with her. With a simple vampire, you can't even share blood with her. Which is the most intimate way to feed."

"Share blood?"

"Blood sharing? Vampires feeding on each other." Klaus told him and shifted closer to him. He moved a hand to the side of his neck, thumb on his jaw to tilt his head to one side slightly, then all but pressed against him as he leaned down and drew his teeth over his throat.

When Tyler didn't push him away, or even comment, he bit down. Probably harder then necessary, but Tyler barely held back a slight moan as Klaus hummed pleased as he fed, Tyler's hands slowly came up to grip at his shirt.

Klaus drew back and met his eyes, Tyler's lips were parted, "I could do that-" Klaus narrowed his eyes and Tyler cut himself off.

Klaus raised his hands and brushed the old blood from Tyler's lips, then raised his wrist to his lips and Tyler's eyes met his eyes as he bit down. He groaned lowly unable to look away from Klaus as he fed. "See, isn't that so much better?" He asked. Tyler hummed and his eyes closed over, his hand came up to hold Klaus's. "Now, now, that's enough." He said.

Tyler's eyebrows drew together for a moment but did immediately pull away. "Is that all? Can we do that again?"

Klaus smiled, pleased. "You only get to do that if you're Mine." He told him simply. "Are you Mine?"

Tyler looked conflicted immediately. "I... I'm dating Caroline?"

"Are you? Well, then you aren't mine." He was. But it was the easiest way to put it. Tyler looked unsure. "Think about it." Klaus told him and wiped the blood from the edge of his lips with his thumb and licked it off himself before he walked away.

.

Klaus's eyes lit up when Tyler came to find him the next day, looking unsure and his eyes dipped to his throat. "I can be yours." Tyler offered.

"Just to have my blood?"

"I don't know." He said simply. "But I do want to Share again."

"Are you still dating Caroline?"

"You want me to break up with her?"

"I don't share what's is Mine."

Tyler's tongue ran over his lower lip, and it almost reminded Klaus of Elijah, "like you said, we weren't exactly the best fit." Tyler said after a moment.

Klaus smiled, "that's my good wolf." He told him softly. Tyler's eyes lit up happily, then were filled with conflict at the title. "Do I get my taste first?" Klaus asked.

"Okay." He said. He started to raise his wrist then stopped, removed his jacket and instead tilted his head to one side. Klaus didn't hesitate to take the offer.

When he pulled back rather then, like last time, offering his wrist he Kissed him. Tyler's eyes shot open, in surprise, thoughts fighting in his mind once more but, even before the conflict settled he was kissing back.

Tyler's back hit a wall and he just gripped at Klaus's shirt.

-#-

Tyler doesn't know how they ended up in bed. He did know he felt the 'mine' from Klaus against his throat as his legs were wrapped around his waist. Klaus bit down again with a particularly hard thrust. Tyler didn't notice that his nails dug into Klaus's back, but the older man groaned as he continued to take his blood. He pulled away and looked down at him for a moment, drawing Tyler to look at him properly before he offered his wrist and Tyler took the offer quickly.

He moaned lowly not even thinking as he flipped there positions keeping himself attached to Klaus's wrist as he began moving faster against Klaus when the man had shifted to teasing, or just slowing as he was distracted by Tyler as he fed.

Klaus gripped his hips, not to stop but watch him for a moment before he started to thrust up roughly, Tyler pulled back just a moment lips parted as he tried to steady his breath, "Klaus-." He tried to continue but it didn't get much further as the other sat up and dragged him into a kiss. Messy and blood tainted but honestly felt, in that moment, perfect to Tyler.

His sire's attention all on him, keeping him happy, all he could think about was Him, even better with the taste of Klaus's freely given blood on his tongue.

"My perfect little wolf." Klaus said as he pulled away slowly, and Tyler stilled, shaking as he came. Klaus's arms wrapped around him and continued to thrust into him and Tyler buried his face against Klaus's throat as everything started to get too much, and gripped him as he stilled as Klaus groaned lowly as he came himself and Klaus fell back onto the bed.

Tyler just stayed in place, and Klaus didn't seem to mind or want him to move either, arms wrapped tighter around him.

-#-

Tyler hummed the next morning, and stretched as he caught his breath again since he'd woken to Klaus over him as he kissed at his throat.

He turned to see Klaus as he dressed. "You're staying here today." Klaus told him when he looked back at him.

"I have class."

"I'm sure you'll be fine with out it." Klaus said and ran a hand through his hair. "If there's anything you want to learn that you miss I'll even pay for your tutors, pet. Don't worry." He told him.

Elijah force himself not to speed up to the point of his vampirism being obvious, but still he felt his usually relatively still heart raced as he heard the man behind him, getting closer. He wasn't sure if it was the run or wondering what could come after. He changed directions quickly, changing trajectory. He'd hate to admit that he may just prefer his idea being flipped on its head. He was distracted in ideas of what could happen if Jackson caught him when the steps suddenly became so much louder and he went to turn only for Jackson to crash into him, both hit the ground, Elijah on his back and Jackson above him. "Caught you." Jackson said breathlessly, a small proud smile on his lips. "I guess you did." He said simply and stared up at him, Jackson seemed to take in their position for a moment but before he could think too much Elijah flipped their positions and kissed him. Jacksons hand immediately moved into his hair meeting his intensity immediately before he turned and pinned him below him again and broke the kiss. "Are we really having our first time together in the middle of a clearing?" He asked, even as he started to unbutton his shirt. "Next time we'll make sure to get to a bed." Elijah said distracted as he dragged him back into the kiss and pulled off the plaid shirt Jackson hadn't even buttoned when he turned back. Jackson just smiled into the kiss and let him before he pushed Elijah's own shirt off, both of them moved just enough to throw it to the side. Jackson tried to take a moment to admire him but Elijah turned them and started to kiss and nip over Jackson's throat. There was a small moment of temptation, of waning to let himself bite, he could hear the blood rush under his skin, but he pushed the want back, even as tilted his head back to let him have easier access. He left another kiss against his throat before he moved down his chest. Jacksons hand moved into his hair and tugged gently to pull him back into a kiss as he moved him onto his back again, hand on his chest. "Just let me take care of you." He told him lowly.

Elijah nodded slowly in agreement, he wasn't sure why but the pleased smile he got in return was worth it.