Elijah would never stain Lucien when he was this flirty even when he had lost most of his senses, and after over week kept in this room to be used by all of the family while the ring and cage kept him from finishing, there was nothing of the Elijah the world knew.

If he was human, he would have died, but that was the fun of such durable toys.

If death was a mercy Elijah could reach, he would have claimed it hundred times since he became Lucien’s.

“Luc-sir-mas-please.” Elijah gasped and Lucien made the move himself to lift Elijah's face to meet his, with the tip of his shoe.

Wide teary eyes met his. His flushed cheeks and red swallow lips from his own teeth made a picture along with his hair, long like Lucien had him grow, hung limply around his face.

“What are you?” he asked flatly, refusing to let his enjoy of the other’s state be visible even if it seemed Elijah wouldn’t notice in his current state

“Yours.” Elijah breathed without hesitation, leaning closer as if was drawn to him. “Yours.” he repeated rocking slightly, rutting against the floor for the release he knew only Lucien would give him

Lucein allowed a smile to appear as he reached forward to catch Elijah by the throat, ELijah whined when he did nothing but hold him.

“Yes,” he nodded, the lack of hesitation and clear devotion was always nice but this once it wasn’t what he wanted. He had broken Elijah of his denial of that years ago, with the help of his siblings, this was another lesson he had decided to make final. ”but What are you?”

“A thing,” Elijah answered just as unhesitatingly, “A thing to be used.” He added, “A thing for pleasure, comfort or satisfaction of the family.”

Lucien leant forward to tease a brush of affection, by brushing his lips to Elijah’s hair, damp and filthy as it was. This was a far better reaction than the night he finally broke the last of Elijah’s resistance, and Lucien was a kind ruler to reward such.

“And isn’t that better than what you had before?” he asked, as he drew back “Doesn’t it make your life easier, no more doubt.”

Elijah nodded vigorously, almost choking himself on Lucien’s hand as he did.

“Th-thank you for teaching me my place. Thank you for showing me my purpose.”

“Good pet.” he praised, letting go and watching as Elijah’s eyes widened before crumpled to the floor without his hold.

“I’m not sure.” he drawled, listing as Elijah’s heartbeat jumped and sobs joined the tangle of pleas leaving the other’s mouth.

“Please,” Elijah begged, speaking to his shoes as he shifted against the floor, desperation growing “Please use me. please-”

No doubt, Elijah feared being left in the room for longer.

“pleasepleaseplease-”

“Up.” he ordered, cutting off the words with a curl of his finger, smiling softly as Elijah rose like a puppet. He swayed and like the puppet he followed Lucien’s hand as he gestured to the seat beside him, standing himself when Elijah sat.

Elijah flinched looking up at him in confusion, likely fearing being left more than any pain, made clear when Elijah relaxed as Lucien moved his hands to his belt and fly.

“Now you're going to be a good seat for me” he explained, freeing himself of his pants and underwear and reaching out to free Elijah’s cock from the cage, a plain metal thing compared to the silver and opal cock ring, that was just Elijah.

Elijah whimpered even if the ring still kept Elijah from release.

“and I'll finally let you come, is that what you want?” he finished as Elijah recovered.

“I’m-” Lucien watched as Elijah’s lips trembled and his tongue appeared to wet them. “yours to use how you wish.” he finished, brown eyes meeting his and mind so open Lucien barely had to look to find the truth in his words. “A thing doesn’t have wants.”

Excellent, he thought, straddling Elijah, feeling every shake under him.

He had no doubt Elijah could recover himself eventually if Lucien left him alone but Lucien would be ensuring this lesson settled deep, much like Kol’s on his mind uses for anything outside of sex.

Lucien did love turning the most intelligent of the Mikaelson’s boys into his personal empty head sex toys. 

He met Elijah’s open month with a deep kiss, swallowing Elijah’s moans as he sank down on him and keeping his own muffled at the burn, having prepared himself before he entered.

He was gentle as he used Elijah.

“Something’s wrong, Elijah came back the day before yesterday, said something was wrong with Freya and took Kol, I got a few texts but he hasn’t answered any today.”

Klaus knew really from that moment but desperate denial allowed him to stay upright as he reached for his phone. Too long as the strongest monsters around, without any true danger, had made him-them naive.

He had let the Truce, in the shape of his days with Cami, blind him, lure him into a false sense of security, that his older siblings would fix things.

He had believed Elijah and Freya’s messages and voices on the phone, over a way they had found to break a sirebond, all while knowing what a sirebond could do. 

How often had he stood by as Tyler repeated his words of if they were his own?

Had Lucien been standing over his sister when she called him?

He’s three rings into calling Cami, when he gets a call himself.

The name on screen setting ice into his veins.

Rebekah, who should be daggered in a coffin since the curse was still on her, whose location was only known to a handful of people, Elijah and Freya both.

“Klaus!” she greets, sounding normal, as if she’s moments away from complaint to him about some pointless struggle, not worried or scared.

His hybrids had only been scared when he wanted them to be.

“Rebekah,” He answers, forcing the words out of his mouth, their slow and dragging, part of him knowing he won’t like the answer. “How?

“Elijah woke me.” she replied, brightly, before he could ask if Elijah was with her, perhaps hoping Elijah had only just got to her and he could warn her to run but she continued, “Lucien fixed it.”

“What?” He snarled, grasping hold of the anger, better rage than fear, better fury and accepting the horror.

“The curse,” she explained as if he was stupid for not knowing, or reacting that way. “Lucien’s bite cured it.” 

Bile climbed his throat but before he could talk the person he hated most joined in.

“Don’t worry Nik,” Lucien told him and Klaus could hear the grin in his voice. “I’ll take good care of them. Won't I, my darling Elijah?”

There was a moment of quiet before another voice joined them.

“Of course, Lucien.” Elijah replied, calm, confident and himself and Klaus felt sick.

He had Tyler bending to his every whim unaware of it, and even when he knew, when Tyler tried to fight it, he made him bite Caroline and despite Tyler’s wants and feelings he still did it. 

Lucien made Elijah deliver their younger siblings to him, something Klaus knows Elijah would rather die than do and yet he had.

Elijah would never forgive himself.

“Freya-” he started,

Freya had called him just over two weeks ago, told him she and Elijah were leaving town for a possible way to break the control Lucien held over Cami and Finn and Klaus had believed it. 

He had continued seeing Cami everyday, to keep her away from Lucien, while unknowingly leaving all his siblings to him instead, over a fortnight Lucien had been doing whatever he wanted to them, until Elijah had appeared to lure Kol away from Davina, to deliver him to Lucien.

Had he failed her so completely, that he missed she had been dead and a vampire for weeks?

“Oh yes, I have big sister too,” Lucien confirmed Klaus fears and continued, “Aurora, Cami, all your siblings and I, are going to be one big happy family.” Lucien gloated, cheerfully announcing checkmate when Klaus hadn’t even known he was in check.

"You're staying behind." Finn's voice joined them and Klaus was thrown back years but instead of Rebekah's words following it was Lucien's with two words that seemed far more final.

“Goodbye Nik.”

It was too late but he hadn’t been able to stop himself running to the place he had known Lucien was staying but never gone to, seeing Finn following his first sired orders the same way he had once mother’s was sickening so he had left it to Freya and Elijah.

A grave mistake, he shouldn’t have known better, been more watchful over them.

By the time Klaus had made his way to Lucien’s loft, it still smelt of sickness, the aftermath of his siblings suffering from the venom that would bind-enslave them to Lucien’s will but it was empty and cold.

By the time Davina caught up, she found him clinging to a pile of clothes he realised his siblings had died in.

Lucien had left them behind, the last thing Klaus would have of his family, Hollow layers of blood stained and sweatsoaked fabric.

A reflection of his heart now, weeks later, hollow and useless, he had Hope and Marcel still, Hayley too, but what good was he was he to them?

 He saw Marcel and Hayley's grief for Rebekah and Elijah, the way they held it tight but didn’t allow it to stop them living, Marcel had the city and Hayley, Hope.

But Klaus couldn’t. 

In the daylight; he could only see the empty spaces in his life, Kol should be following Davina around the city like a lost puppy, returning to the compound only to tease and taunt him, Cami, Freya and Elijah should be there with him raising Hope, all their second chance at something light, which had taken from them.

And at night he lived through the nightmare of learning he last them and imagining what the madman he made was doing to them.

His siblings had been kidnapped and none of them knew it.

—

Lucien’s hand fisted in blond hair as he pulled Rebekah up from between Cami’s legs, Cami whined at the loss before she can stop herself and then sent him a weak glare.

Something he only allowed his first two, well three, sired to do to him at times, for variety sake mostly.

He admired the state of her, the once Lady Rebekah, mouth hanging open to pant, lips swallowed, bottom half of her face soaking.

Nik's beloved Rebekah looked like a whore.

“Do you think your brother misses you?” he asked, watching as she tried to catch her breath. 

Cami leaned against him, her hand reaching out to trail down Rebekah’s skin. He had them for the night because Aurora wanted to spend the night with Tristan playing with Elijah, he had little issue with it she could toy with any of them, after all they were his.

Part of him was interested in seeing if the reminder of Elijah’s place, bottom of the rungs of their new family would place another crack in Elijah’s shield but he doubted it; he was starting to see only the Mikaelson sibling could get past it.

No matter, they would break Elijah if he asked, he just had to come up with an plan on how.

Rebekah licked her lips before she answered, bringing Lucien’s attention back to what he could be doing other than thinking of her brother. 

He shook her head before she spoke and let go of her hair and instead learning back to pat his lap, Rebekah grinned as she crawled up and onto it, the heat of between her legs, teasing him but he’d forgive her for it, clearly she had been enjoying pleasuring Cami. She leaned forward to kiss him, giving him a taste  of Cami as she did.

When he broke the kiss with a gentle cup of her cheek, he still found himself asking.

“Would you want to go back to him?”

She frowned, looking at him with a mix of confusion and hurt.

“Why would I want to leave you?” She questioned in true concern, “Do you not want me?”

“Of course I want you.” He reassured her and watched as those simple words banished her doubts.

He stepped into one of the upstairs sitting rooms to find Lucien alone sitting on an armchair scrolling on his phone.

Elijah hated the way his body relaxed at the lack of his siblings so he focused on the feel of a phantom phone in his palm, it has been years since he had held a phone.

Since a lot of things.

Lucien glanced up with a smile, one that never boded well for Elijah, but then Elijah had so much to make up for, didn’t he?

“Come.” Lucien beckoned him and the annoyance at being treated like a dog, which should have been there, wasn’t instead he swallowed the building excitement of being called, of being useful.

He came to a stop before Lucien and watched the man look him up and down before frowning slightly; the frown set off sparks of fear and nerves but for the wrong thing as he feared failing Lucien already.

Of course Lucien would hurt him that was what he was for, he deserved it

“Sit.” Lucien sighed as if he was speaking to a particularly slow child but before Elijah could take a step back towards a seat, his hand shot out catching Elijah’s wrist and pulling him down onto his lap.

“Stay.” Lucien's breath was hot on his neck, sending a shiver down his spine.

“I find myself suddenly parched, either the summer heat or our dear Miss Claire is trying something.” Lucien explained curling an arm around Elijah’s waist, as if the order to stay wasn’t enough.

As if Elijah would ever want to leave his lap, it was a-

Elijah had gotten used to being overpowered lately, Lucien’s transformation made him stronger than then all, naturally as it should-

And Lucien preferred Elijah weak and so he was, he liked him unable to fight back against his siblings or Cami if-when he told them to hold him down.

Elijah understood why, he deserved it, he was the dangerous- Lucien liked it that way so it was.

“If it was anyone but you, Tristan or Kol,” Lucien told him, “I'd have sent them to get me a few bags of blood. But since the witch and no doubt your beloved Nik wants my attention you can pay the price.”

Better him than Kol, he told himself, better him than Tristan getting reset again.

He was happy to be useful to Lucien.

“You don’t mind sating my appetite.” Lucien asked, only it wasn’t a question.

Elijah shook his head.

A kiss was pressed to the nape of his neck sending a dizzying mix of emotions through him and making Elijah nauseous.

“Words” Lucien reminded him, he had to do that too often but Elijah forgot how to speak sometimes, Lucien liked that. “my darling Elijah.”

“My darling Lucien.” he had called once, a grin on his face as he watched Lucien in pain, dying. 

He should have made sure he died, watched until he drew his last breath and turned to ash.

This was pay back, Elijah deserved all the pain for the disrespect he had shown.

Lucien liked him in pain.

“I’d be happy-” he started until his hiss of pain ended it.

Lucien isn’t gentle, his fangs catch and scrape, leaving burning cuts along his neck before he bites down.

It hurt even as Lucien humm of appreciation made his heart beat harder from the fact he was pleasing him.

Sire, Lucien, the most important person, the one in the centre of Elijah's mind at all times-

Ever since he woke to Finn’s concerned expression, guilt hidden in his eyes and Lucien’s grin over his shoulder.

“I hope you don’t mind we sped up the process.” Lucien had explained pushing Finn aside to wrap a hand around Elijah’s throat.

Elijah hadn’t known why he'd mind, Lucien knew what he was doing, he was likely just sparing Elijah the long suffering of the venom, instead he had moved to make it easier for Lucien to choke him.

Lucien laughed in response letting Elijah know he had done right.

“I have a task just for Elijah.” Lucien told him helping-dragging him upright. “I need you to take a message to your brother Kol.”

Finn shifted behind Lucien, Elijah heard Cami gasp but his attention was focused on Lucien.

“Of course,” he smiled. ‘No no no no, stop!’ something in his mind screamed but it wasn't Lucien, so it didn’t matter.

“Good boy.”

Elijah’s world narrowed down Lucien, the feel of him around him, the warmth of him, hot breath on his neck, the rhythmic sound of each swallow as he felt himself grow weaker.

Quickly Elijah felt his eyes drop, growing heavier, Lucien was going to drain him dry.

Elijah remembers Lucien’s first bite, Finn’s mass appearing behind him, on what was meant to be a normal meeting, enduring Lucien’s taunts and spite to ensure Finn and Cami stayed safe.

They had barely been able to make a noise before they lost. 

Finn caught both his wrists in a hold he couldn’t break, using his greater size to push them up his back, dragging a grunt of pain as it forced him to bend forward while freeing one of his hands to thread though Elijah's hair, almost gently, until he pulled.

Wrenching his head to the side so he could watch Lucien approach. 

Holding his neck clear for Lucien’s bite.

Like he had held Kol for Klaus to dagger, it was almost the same hold, the one Finn had taught him and he taught both Klaus and Kol.

Guilt joined his current chaos mix of feelings but he could dwell on it, so it joined the rest of his anger at himself. 

For all the attack was a surprise, he couldn’t claim he hadn’t noticed the danger.

He had noticed the change in Lucien's looks at them days ago, far too similar to the looks that set his nerves alight from both Tristan and Klaus. Had felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise and yet ignored them because Freya didn't understand, she hoped, believed  and Elijah hadn’t wanted to upset her.

Elijah was tired, so tired after days-weeks of seeing Lucien puppet his friend and brother with words, seeing their desire to please him.

Elijah had seen a sirebond before, but never this close, never anyone he knew.

Lucien was fond of Freya, he told himself, Lucien hated him but respected Freya and was abiding the truce- Freya would be safe.

He was wrong. 

He wasn’t sure which was worse seeing Lucien come for him, a sharp smile showing the fangs that would take his freedom away or seeing Freya struggle in Cami’s hold, hand over her mouth, knowing she would be next.

“Lucien,” he started knowing it was hopeless but needing to try, words were what he had “stop,” and yet his words had failed him, a glance at Cami reminded him of his conversation.

What it feels like when someone takes away your deepest, ugliest pain without your consent.

It is both a blessed relief and a complete violation. Sound familiar?

He knew what a sirebond was, had gotten descriptions of what it felt like and had hated it before he knew what his mother had done to him.

But he was never meant to be at risk of one and suddenly all he felt was terror.

Had Kol felt the same last time Elijah held him like this? or the time before? or any of them? He could never make it up to him.

“Don’t,” he said horrified by his voice crack, before shifting his aim, he was doomed from the start but- ”Not Freya” he tried but his voice died in a gasp as he felt the points on the fangs.

Lucien took his time to bite him compared to Finn in the woods, or maybe it just felt like that, poisoned fangs slowly sinking into the skin of his throat, Lucien’s please-amused noise sending vibrations through him and making him shiver in disgust.

Finn’s hand in his hair loosen but Elijah barely had the strength to keep it up.

He didn’t notice when Finn released his arms only that suddenly they were limp at his side as Lucien pulled his fangs out and took a step back.

Lucien studied him for a moment with a manic expression on his face that Elijah had never seen before but sent terror deep to his core, saying something to Finn that Elijah missed thanks to the beating pulse in his ears.

Elijah found it harder to think as Lucien drank more, his hands wandering across Elijah’s body, a feeling that should-would have made him uncomfortable but knowing it was Lucien made it feel right, he was Lucien’s, it was right.

His vision swam,and his brief confusion of why it seemed the venom was hitting him so hard was lost as he found himself swept up, feet leaving the ground and it took him a moment to work out he was being carried away. Away by arms that once long ago meant safety and now had stripped him of that. 

He fought to keep his eyes open to watch over Finn’s shoulder as Cami pulled Freya towards Lucien, to his poisoned fangs, Elijah’s blood still covering his face.

Lucien waved his hand and Cami’s removed her hand from Freya’s mouth.

“Elijah!” she shouted before it was cut off by a scream but Darkness had captured Elijah’s eyes before he had watched Lucien bite his sister and everything else followed shortly.

Lucien would have to stop feeding soon or Elijah would die.

‘It won’t kill us,” one part of him thought sadly, it hadn’t before. Just left him waking aching and weak to fulfil a new task, A new Hell.

‘it meant he was fulfilling his purpose’, another part of him thought with pleasure, it made his heart beat faster.

Or that was the last throw of his cardiovascular system before temporary death, another one.

—

Elijah was surprised to wake sitting up, it took him several moments and nail scratching though the hair at the base of the back of his head to realise he was still in Lucien’s lap.

He was as he thought, aching and dizzy, vampires regenerated but there was a limit as Elijah had gotten very familiar with recently.

He hummed, to show his return to awareness as he had found words harder and harder to reach lately even when he wanted to, just as well Lucien seemed to prefer it. 

“Mind sating another appetite of mine?” Lucien asked once again not a question.

Elijah didn’t get to say no.

“Strip.“ he was ordered, as the arm around his waist and hand in his hair left him leaving him bereft.

He swayed as he pushed himself up, and onto unsteady feet and it took longer than normal for him to catch his buttons but Lucien’s almost fond chuckle made a burst of happiness bloom and chased away his frustration and fear.

‘He’s laughing at us’ something in him, begged him to notice, it didn’t matter he amused Lucien.

He lost his balance as he reached the bottom of his shirt but hands on his hips steadied him.

“Thank you,” he muttered, refusing to look up as he started on his belt and pants, “Sir” he added as he felt the hairs raise on his back.

He had ignored that feeling once with Lucien, never again.

‘Far too late for than now’ the something- him it was him, a growing edge of laughter in it as Elijah was pulled back onto the lap the moment his underwear dropped.

It was easy to ignore the voice with Lucien's praise.

Then he had blinked the image away and realised Elijah was holding back, refusing to use his full strength and the centuries of experience he had over Finn to break free, either due to the the risk hurting Finn or perhaps what Lucien would do in return and ever since Lucien want to see how far he could push that restraint.

Finn was of the opinion that Elijah cared nothing for him and was only following the rules of the truce for Freya; it had made Lucien pat him on the cheek out of amusement.

Elijah loved his family to a level of obsession, it may have been in levels but that still placed Finn, now he was no longer an active threat to the others far about those innocent people of the city, as proved by Elijah bringing Lucien meals to give Finn and Freya time alone, and no doubt himself. 

So Lucien was testing Elijah’s pride, his mask of untouchable arrogance, the appearance of being above it all.

He had explained his plan to Finn the night before, giving Cami the night to herself, he had noticed her narrowed suspicious look but there was little she could do and once he was done with this game he would return to her.

It had taken a little convincing to sooth out and banish Finn’s doubt. He was unsurprised by it, when ‘dull noble’ Finn bulked at his idea, it did amount to molesting his little brother in front of his beloved sister, but Lucien had centuries to tailor his charm and learn just what words he need to twist the meaning into something far more agreeable with the addition of the sirebond by the time he was done Finn was almost enthusiastic about the idea.

It had been enough to start a burn low in his gut, one Finn was already at hand to take care of for Lucien.

The burn of excitement was already there the next morning after seeing Cami off for her day with Klaus and waiting for the older Mikaelsons to arrive. He had toyed with asking Finn to take care of it as they waited, it wouldn’t be the first time they arrived to find Finn on his knees for him.

The first time it had been Elijah’s hand catching Freya before she could throw herself at him and Lucien had finished to the mix of Finn’s surprised noise, the sheer rage and hatred in  Freya’s eyes and the sight of Elijah glancing away, the most open sign of weakness he had shown since they started this truce.

But he held himself back, the surprise would be a key part of this game, and it wouldn’t do to show his own interest in the game, the point was to humiliate Elijah, no doubt the man would find a way to brush some of it away if he could blame it all of Lucien’s sexual appetite.

Once this was done, he would send the pair away and reward Finn for his role by taking him in the same spot, replaying Elijah’s fall.

Lucien didn’t have to wait long after he sent the text to them from Finn’s phone, well what was Finn and Cami’s was his, after all they were his. He rarely had to, both were punctual, no doubt concerned he would take their delay out of Finn.

An unfounded fear, Lucien thought, he was fond of his first sired, Finn was good, obedient and honestly built in the way Lucien enjoyed his male lovers when he had complete control of them.

All that strength bent and bowed just for him, the sirebond was perfect for him, a complete unsuspected bonus of his plan.

Elijah entered first as he always did, likely as an attempt to protect his recently found big sister as if she would ever allow her to stop her and he wasn’t so openly weak to his siblings demands but it was just for today as it was Lucien’s plan.

Elijah had barely stepped into the penhouse before Finn moved from Lucien’s side, using Original speed, strength and the surprise grab Elijah and have him pinned to a wall before he realised what hit him. 

“Elijah!” Freya shouted in surprise as she followed, never once thinking about fleeing and leaving her brother behind. 

Elijah failed for a moment to respond and Lucien couldn’t stop his grin when he realised Finn had winded him in his enthusiasm.

“Freya!” Lucien called brightly, “come and join me.” he offered even though they both knew it was an order, as he patted the space of the couch beside him, a place that gave them the perfect view of the show

“Finn-” Elijah started, sounding delightfully breathless for a moment, trying to twist himself out of Finn’s hold but Lucien had to admit Finn had done well, managed in the brief movement to pull Eliijah’s suit jacket down and twist it to keep his arms pinned behind him, it wouldn’t last but it did leave him open as Finn pushed a knee between his brother’s legs. “What are you doing? Let me go.”

Lucien’s eyes narrowed, smile freezing, as the words came out more annoyed than what he wanted, still they were just at the start.

“No.” Finn replied shortly, his eyes pinned on Elijah, the height different between beautiful demonstrated as he leaned over him, Lucien’s smile unfroze when he saw a flicker of something like unease in Elijah’s eyes at something he saw in Finn’s expression. 

“Finn, let him go.” Freya demanded still between the door and the couch

“Sorry sister,” Finn told her, sounding honestly regretful about it as he shifted to place his forearm across Elijah’s chest, using his weight to pin his larger weight and size to keep his brother secure, while freeing a hand. “it needs to be done.”

“What does?” she asked a flicker of nerves showing, after all Finn had never been this involved in Lucien’s games before.

“Lucien-” Elijah hissed, with rage being the emotion Lucien wanted to see least in ELijah tonight he decided to answer

“Finn and I decided you need a lesson.”

“Finn and you?” Elijah repeated, his tone making it clear he was wholly blaming it on Lucien, well Lucien couldn’t have that.

“I just offered the idea, it’s on Finn how he fulfills my desire.” he replied, half lied, he had told Finn exactly what he wanted done, but it was all in Finn’s hand how, literally. In a way Lucien was interested in seeing how Finn’s true feelings for his brother came out in this. 

“Now come Freya,” he beckoned her over, enjoying the sight of her clearly torn between following his orders in hope of lightening whatever he had planned for her brothers or moving closer to them as if she could save them. “the lesson won’t start until we’re all in our places.”

“What lesson?” she asked, glaring at him as she sat a pace away from him.

He was saved from answering for a moment as Elijah gasped loudly suddenly and Lucien returned to find Elijah wearing a wonderful expression of wide-eyed shock.

“Stop-”Elijah protested, as Finn’s hand worked to undo his pants, “Finn don’t-”

“Thats the lesson,” he announced cutting over Elijah’s voice and getting Elijah to shift his eyes to him, the wide eyes almost pleading he had aimed at his brother vanished as he glared at Lucien. “You act so untouchable, Finn’s correcting you of that.”

“What- don’t make-” Freya started as she got the full picture, but Lucien just laughed

“Finn wants to do this, don’t you?” he called over as Finn finished untucking Elijah’s shirt and reached into his brother’s pants

“Elijah needs this.” Finn answered him, and Lucien can tell the moment Finn curled his hand around Elijah, Elijah managed to quieten the sound but Lucien’s sensitive hearing caught the whimper none the less.

For several minutes Lucien was content to watch as Elijah did his best to maintain his facade while Finn worked to bring him closer to ruin before a shift from Freya gave him a new idea, why not have Elijah take part in his own fall?

“Elijah,” he called after watching Elijah finally free his arms from the jacket while almost cracking his skull on the wall behind his head, likely as an attempt to distract himself from Finn’s hand’s work ar drawing louder noises from him. “Why don’t you help Finn get you off” Elijah shook his head, apparently not trusting words, with his hands pushed flat on the wall behind him.

“Or” he added leaning closer to Freya, “I'll have a go with your daring sister here.”

“Don’t-” Freya started but her brilliant younger brother acted first.

Finn really was becoming Lucien’s favourite Mikaelson.

The threat to Freya had apparently given Finn the encouragement to push things further, growling before biting down on Elijah’s neck, which was already stretched so nicely for him.

Lucien wasn’t sure which he liked more: the whine it tore from Elijah or the shaky way Elijah’s hand moved to join Finn’s between his legs. 

Finn for a moment released Elijah to remove his hand and join the new one. Finn's hand in contrast to the bite was gentle as he caught Elijah’s hand.

There was also the fascinating contrast between the hands as he watched, Elijah’s looked smaller next to Finn’s board one, slim long fingers suited for an instrument hesitated before vanishing with the larger one, still better suited for the hilt of a sword, back into his pants.

Lucien suddenly wanted to see all of them, free of the trapping of modern fabric, see if the centuries awake, playing at Tristan's lordly manners had worn the farm boy and warrior away. He wanted to see it-him pressed-pinned down by someone whose body was only a century past the dirt and hard work.

“Lucien stop this,” Freya tried to reason, tried to spare her brothers’ humiliation. ”you’ve made your point.” 

He pulled his attention from them, to look at her, he almost licked his lips at the sight.

“Oh Freya,” he sighed leaning closer, “you seemed to have forgotten something important.” 

“What?” she snapped, glaring at him and refusing to lean away.

“Vampire, enhanced” he grinned, taking a deep breath, almost tasting the air. “I can smell your excitement grow with every noise they make. Your enjoying this despite yourself, I can’t blame you.”

It was true the smell of blood, sweat and the growing pre-cum from Finn and Elijah was joined by the scent of arousal coming from Freya. It made him feel ravenous, he wanted to taste them all, consume them.

She, of course, looked horrified, guilty and loathing which just made it all the more sweeter for him.

“Lucien, leave her alone.” Elijah ordered, or tried to, the firmness ruined was by the pants interrupting it and the choked moan that followed.

Elijah would ignore the news his sister was enjoying his humiliation, he’d likely endure all his family watching if he could tell himself it was for their sake but that was interrupting Lucien’s fun at the moment.

“Finn as much as I enjoy the noise you're making from him,” he called over, “I could do without the words, unless it’s please, so would you-”

“Wait-” Elijah started but Finn acted without waiting for any further order, kissing his brother hard.

Lucien stared, as Finn plundered his little brother’s mouth, silencing Elijah’s silver tongue, there was also something delicious in the way Elijah closed his eyes in almost defeat and yet moved his head to make it easier for Finn to explore, to consume-

Oh? had Elijah been longing for his big brother's attention all this time? Lucien wondered

As if to prove his thoughts correct, Elijah moaned audibly, leaning into Finn, as a wetness gathered in his lashes.

Maybe Lucien was helping, Elijah Mikaelson was so repressed he was likely unaware of his own wants or at least refusing them for whatever reason he had, none of that mattered now Lucien could help.

“Ah,” He chuckled, placing an arm over Freya and leaning closer, “that works i suppose i’ll have you force him to his knees next time and use that mouth next time.”

“You wouldn’t-” Freya snarled, turning her eyes from the show to him.

“Keep watching Freya dear,” he reminded her as much as he liked her eyes on him. That wasn’t the point of today, after all he had gone to prepare the show she was clearly enjoying. “You miss it and I'll have Finn do it again until Elijah begs me to stop. And I think we both know how stubborn he is.”

Another idea he stored away, Elijah chained as Finn pulled climax after climax until all Elijah could do was beg him to stop. 

“There will be no next time.” she warned and he kept his words behind her teeth as he grinned at her.

‘Really?’ he thought, and what did she think she could do to stop him, one bite and Elijah would be his as much as Finn, ‘unless she was offering herself in Elijah’s place’ but before he could dwell further on that option a soft cry pulled his attention back to the show where Finn had broken the kiss to return to Elijah’s neck.

He was clearly feeding but that seemed to push Elijah further. Finn’s free hand had moved to Elijah’s hair where he was gently using it to keep Elijah’s neck arched to drink from. With nothing truly holding him in place Elijah was clearly trying to ground himself but failing, starting to rut into their joined hands.

The clothes while adding to the proof of Elijah's ruin, they were depriving Lucien of what he was sure was a sight.

“Finnn~” Elijah tried to stop it, but the drawn out moan, muffled, as it was was clearly a sign Lucien’s show was almost at a climax.

“Finn let him go.” Lucien ordered the moment he watched as Elijah reached breaking point, Finn, of course, did lettting go and stepping back to leave Elijah to finish himself, spilling into his own hand and staining his suit alone, under all their eyes.

Lucien watched as Elijah’s legs shook under him and wondered if he would fall to complete the image but he didn’t.

It was only Finn’s hand that reached out to steady Elijah and stop him from sinking, a movement Lucien had no part in but he wasn’t paying any mind to Finn at the moment, he wanted to memorise the picture Elijah made.

He looked wrecked.

Flushed cheeks, wet eyes, chest heaving to catch his breath, Jacket gone forgotten on the floor under his shoes, tie loose, shirt in disarray, its collar stained with blood while his pants were in a similar state with a different stain.

All of his control, lost in the humiliation.

Lucien wanted to memorise it, take a picture, he needed Klaus to see what Lucien had done to his precious Elijah. 

Still, he thought as Elijah straightened himself, and sent him an unimpressed look as if Lucien was still lower than him, covering the work Lucien had put into dragging him down with the smug arrogant Tristan had taught him, it wasn’t enough. 

He wanted him broken and as he watched Finn step back casting a glance towards Lucien, unbothered by what he had done to his little brother because Lucien told him to, he knew how he could get that.

Freya pushed herself from the couch to Elijah's side trying to check him over, while still reaching out to prevent Finn getting too far from her, Lucien could have them all.

His teeth ached to drop at the thought, the venom worked on Finn and Tristan, age meant nothing, he had only agreed to the ‘truce’ to get what he wanted, Tristan for Aurora, and he had even better than that thanks to Miss Marshall.

Tristan was with Aurora, compelled to forget Lucien’s bite and so, unaware of the control Lucien had over him, he only had to call and Tristan would come to him, Aurora of course following.

He had no reason to stay in the city anymore, and so no more reason to hold his side of the truce, while Cami and Finn wished to remain he could easily change their mind- her mind, he would just give Finn what he wanted.

Finn wanted Freya, Freya wanted her family, Elijah wanted his family close and safe, they could all have that under Lucien. 

It would be a shame to lose a witch like Freya but he’s sure he could find other uses for her and besides his bite would cure Rebekah of the curse they’d should be thanking him-

They would be. He smiled at the thought, Finn would tonight once he was told the plan and eventually so would the others. Lucien noticed Elijah narrowed eyed gare no doubt noticed something in him but Freya’s hand on his and Finn’s wrists was his doom.

And with Elijah’s fall into his hands, so would the other two; Kol would trust Elijah, no matter how much he claimed anger towards the family, if one needed help he would follow, right into Lucien’s jaws.

 Leaving Rebekah locked in a box, one Elijah would take him to a Snow White of sorts, waiting just for him.

Klaus was the problem, Lucien had no idea of how his venom would work on him but as much as having Niklaus at his beck and call would be a dream, he knew something that was far worse for the man.

Being alone.