#mikaelsoncest

"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."

---

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.