Oh God, you guys are amazing! Thank you so much for all the rewiews and follows, you're all so awesome! Thank you so, so much. Now, before the actual story, I have to say few things first.

Okay...So, before I posted this, and before I saw people actualy like stuff that I wrote, this was meant to be a one-shot...Thing is that now, seeing that you like it, I decided to make one more extra chapter to this story, this time concentrated mostly on Damon. Because I panicked. Just a bit. And so I made second, FINAL chapter.

Don't worry! I'll write much more stories in MS verse. They're just going to be one-shots. Just few of them are going to have more than one chapter from now on, but I'll write it in the summary.

Also, ages are still same like in the show, which would mean...I don't really know about Elijah, but I always assumed Nick is about the same age as Damon, maybe bit older? On internet says Damon is 25, and Nick would be about the same age- they're phisicaly both still in early twenties. Kol is (I assume) bit older than Bekah and Stefan, and I kinda thought he's somewhere between 17 and 21? Yeah, yeah, wide range, I know. I'm not really good with guessing how old people are! And for Bekah and Stefan, they should both be 16 or 17 yo. And I'm not 100% sure that's right. Don't kill me! How old do you think they are?

Now, let's get to the story!

When has his life turned into this? Just a year ago, he was an adult. Older brother. Murderous, smoking hot, psyhotic maniac. And now?

Well, okay, he still was all those things, if not more. He was still an adult – but he was also just a kid. He was still Stefan's older brother – but for Klaus and Elijah, he was still a baby. Yeah, for Bekah and Kol too, but both of them were phisicaly younger than him, and Kol and him were, because they spent most of their time together and had same cocky smirks, (not to mention they were both troublemakers, and often worked in pair) often mistaked for twins.

And yes, he was still murderous, hot as hell psyhotic maniac, although on a vacation...forced one...in a corner.

Weirder than even that, behind him stood another vampire. Thousand years old, clean suit and with piece of wood in his hand. And interestingly enought, he was not using that wood in attempt to kill him!

Not that he would mind dying over what was going to happen next.

Damon huffed. He hated being made to stand in the corner. Okay, he was not going to get tired soon, vampire abilities and all, but it was so boring. Like, he literaly had nothing to do. Except burning holes in wall by glaring at it, something he got suprisingly good at during last few months. He shifted a little, pressing his forehead against the wall. This was ridiculous!

„Damon." Elijah's voice speaked behind him. „Pull yourself back from that wall or I'll make you stand with hands behind your head." Damon rolled his eyes. He knew Elijah hated when he rolled his eyes. But he also knew Elijah can't see him, so..

„And if I don't?" He challenged. He knew it was stupid move on his side, but the silence was deafening. Like, he might just die from the lack of sound. And of boredoooom...

Elijah sighed behind him. There was a sound of pages turning in a book, togeher with something being put down on the table. „Well, dear brother, I have this 500 pages long book I always wanted to finish but never had a chance to, comfortable chair and fresh cup of tea right beside me. I can do this much longer than you, and still find it rather enjoyable. You, on the other hand.."

Damon wordlesly moved his forehead from the wall. Elijah smirked behind his cup of tea.

Silence lasted all of two minutes.

„What if I lean on the other wall?" He was standing in a corner, after all. Elijah swalowed down annoyance together with the rest of his tea. That migraine he felt earlier while dealing with police was coming back. He swallowed it down and smiled. „You know, I might just prolong your time-out after all."

„No way!" Damon snapped. He turned around in his corner. „This is bullshit! I'm over one hundred and fifty years old vampire, with more blood on my hands than a decent butcher! And if I like to go in the town and drink some bourbon before evening, so what?! Also, it was almost dark! It's not like I was daydrinking! And If I was.." he continued ranting.

Aaand there was the migraine again! Elijah took a deep breath. What has he done to end up with not one, not two, not even three (if he counted Rebekah) but four stubborn little brothers on his hands? Stefan was left out of this, for he was usualy the calm one in the family. And if he wasn't, few minutes alone with Damon sometimes made wonders!

„Damon, how old were you when you were turned?" He asked. Damon glared at him. „You already know that. You have to know that by now. I mean, second most asked question in this house, right after „What the hell are you doing?" is probably „How old are you excatly?"

In that moment Klaus strolled into the office. „Well, mate, if you stopped acting like a five-year-old that wouldn't be a problem." He smiled.

Damon flipped him a bird.

Elijah considered breaking his neck.

„Damon." He warned, voice still perfectly even, posture still perfectly calm, still rubing at his temples. „Turn back around, now." Damon just glared at him, pursuing his lips in a frown. Elijah sighed. „You and I both know fully well this is not just about drinking." Youngest Mikaelson in the room opened his mouth, but Elijah cut him off. „Kol is over one thousand years old. Physicaly, he's bit younger than you, yes, but in reality he has at least eight hundred fifty and something years over you. And he has to follow same rules as you do."

„He doesn't." Damon glared at Nick, who just winked him in return. Elijah's fingers, if it was possible, dug even deeper into skull. Damon could've sworn he heard bones breaking.

„As mentioned in previous case, Niklaus also is at least eight and a half centuries older than you. Even though his behaviour sometimes can be that of a cranky toddler." Klaus blushed. „Hey!" „Also, while he sometimes can be a..what do you call it...a prick..." Damon chuckled „he still has grown into more mature person than you currently are." „Oh, give me one good example of my 'immature behaviour'!"

Elijah stopped for a moment, thinking about all the pranks, stupid jokes, fights, broken limbs, bloody noses, weird tasting meals, spiked drinks... Thankfully, Nick jumped in. „You put food colouring in my shower head just last week, brother."

„Oh, c'mon, that really was funny! Also, everybody were calling you a 'stupid blonde' even before that happened!" „Not really the point here, mate." „Not that I really care, mate."

I remember days I just wanted a nice, peaceful garden, Elijah thought. Now that I think of it some more, I'd be just fine in some nice, quiet dungeons..

„Alright, that would be enough." He decided. „Damon, come here." He pointed to a spot in front of him. Younger boy hesitated. „I won't prolong this any longer, Damon. It's time we put an end to this discussion. Listen to me when I tell you: I have a reason for everything I'm doing. I care about you. We all care about you. You are valuable and loved part of our family. You are smart, capable and strong, for a vampire your age." he completely ignored glare Damon was currently giving him: „You fight and love with a fury of a demon. But you're immature. This, sneaking out to drink, is just a part of it. Besides, you could've just asked me, and I'd either send someone with you or provided you with drink in here."

„And that's a problem! I'm not a kid! I'm the adult, and these rules are way to similar to those I gave to Stefan. Stefan, who is my younger brother. Stefan, who was not even adult when he was turned! I'm not him! I don't need someone breathing down my neck all the time! And I certainly don't need a babysitter."

Silence fell upon everybody in the room. For a few moments nobody even moved. Then, Klaus started clapping.

„What a nice speech you just had there. Really...inspiring. Now, if you're ready to listen insted of just continuing to yell, why don't you hear the real reason we didn't want you to go?" Damon just stared at him. Real reason? Oh, no...he had a bad feeling about this. He looked at both of his older brothers and nodded.

„Damon, do you know who Sigmund is?"

Raven haired vampire frowned. „That witch that came here with Kol?" 'And police?' Stayed unsaid. „Was that him?" „Yes, it is. Now, Damon, what do you think why was he here?"

Oh boy. This already sounded bad, on multiple ways and possibilities. He shook his head.

„I thought so. He was here to help us, Damon. You know that rogue wolves are still roaming free, don't you?" He frowned. „I thought we got rid of them long time ago." „Well, we haven't. They're back. And this time,they're not alone. Looks like some vampires are still mad bacause of that incident few decades ago..." Something in a way Klaus' jaw tightened told Damon Kol had something to do with that particular incident. Elijah looked calm, but Damon noticed stiff way his lips were pursed together.

Klaus sighed. „They're in town. They've been here for few days now. Good thing is they seem to be active only during the night, leaving us with enought time to come up with a plan. But we have to hurry up. Five vampires were already killed somewhere in the town." „Why didn't you tell me?!" „Why, so you can go and fight them, probably dying or getting hurt in the process?" Elijah looked at him. „Not a chance." „That's why Elijah restricted your movements, Damon. Not only you, but we're all in danger. Hopefully, with Sigmund's help, we'll finally be able to get rid of them. But until then, it just isn't safe."

Damon was quiet while he listened last part of the story. So that was what all the fuss was about...and why Elijah was so angry he decided to use paddle on him. Mean looking thing was still laying on table, in a hand's reach if Elijah needed it.

Speaking of Elijah, he walked up to Damon and put a hand on his neck, holding him in a brotherly manner. He looked at the raven haired boy fondly. „You're right. You are not Stefan. Stefan is your younger brother. But things recently changed. Up until now, you've been just the older brother. Now, you are also the younger one. You are our younger brother."

He patted Damon's cheek affectionately. „You understand now?"

Damon stayed quiet, just staring at Elijah. It seemed everything he just heard needed time to make some sense. He was in danger. Every one of them was. And they didn't even know that. They should've warned him...but they were also right. He probably would've just jumped into the battle head first.

Also, how is it possible that once he decides to go and drink in the evening, he manages to get himself into more trouble than if he went at daytime?

In the end he just nodded. He understood why they forbid him from going...and, although he'd never admit it, he liked indication they cared enough for him to confine him to the house 'couse he put himself in danger. It was weird knowing someone had his back...And, much less comforting, his back-side...

„I get it. Jeez..." He looked at his brothers. „I get it..." He looked at Nick. „Well, we should get this over with, then. Can..." he nodded his head to the door. Thankfuly, Klaus understood the hint. „Well, I'm gonna go, check on Kol.. Good luck." And with that he left the room.

Elijah picked up the paddle from the table. He looked at Damon, steping back behind the desk. Without waiting, younger brother walked past him, unbuckled his belt along the way and draped himself across the table. „Let's just get this over with." He mumbled again. Elijah smiled once again. Even while submiting himself for punishment, Damon still managed to keep a note of sarcasam in his voice. It was truly fascinating.

„Stay still." Elijah's voice was gentle. He put one hand one the small of his brother's back, and lifted the other.

For the first few smacks Damon kept completely silent. His head was between his hands, upper part of his body propted on elbows.

After a minute, squirming started. Elijah instinctively pressed hand he was holding on Damon's back bit harder against his skin. This was their usual routine. And although Damon tried to outplay it time and time again, he still somehow always ended up the same way, crying over the desk or over Elijah's knee. And it always started this way. First, he was calm. Then, he started cracking. Maybe it was because of the fire burning on his tail. Maybe it was the pain from being in the same, uncomfortable position for a few minutes. Maybe it was the humiliation of that same position, hanging over the desk with his head hung low, and Elijah's hand still holding him down. Maybe it was the fact that this position somehow magicaly cleared his mind. It was this position that made him realize how wrong he was to go against what Elijah said. After all, he only wanted best for him.

Elijah felt the exact moment Damon started fighting. That was the next step. His movements became stiffer, breaths started coming out in short, cut off little yelps. He started squirming under his brother's hold. „Damon, keep still." Next breath came out as a little cry of pain. Elijah increased power behind his blows. Raven haired lad stilled for a second, only to start squirming bit harder second after that. Now he cried out with every blow, putting his hands into fists. Hair around his face was sweaty.

But while he kept moving under Elijah's hold, Original in the suit knew it wasn't him Damon was fighting with. Person he was fighting against was, actualy, only himself. Right now, after realizing what he has done wrong, it was hard for Damon to forgive himself. He would often find himself stuck between self loathing and desperate wish for forgivenes, mixed with more self hatred because he's so pathetic, but he still wants it...

„Aaargh!" Younger man's back arched as he automaticaly moved towards on the table. „Elijah!" Older vampire just pressed firmer and continued smacking with the same amount of force. Damon's body started rocking towards with every blow. „Not that hard!" He cried out with that blow, and than with next one, and the one after the last...Elijah was now sure message was truly getting to him. Holding his brother in place, he raised a paddle above his brother's bottom. „Brace yourself, brother." He tried to ignore Damon's cry at first lick, flicking his wrist to make more of an impact as he continued in the same pace.

„You can't do what you want, brother. You're capable of taking care of yourself, I know, but you can't disobey me just beacuse you feel like it." He hit harder on the end of the sentance to make sure Damon will remember this. „We care for you. I won't do anything that makes you feel any different than happy without thinking it through. So when I tell you not to do something, for your own good, you better listen to me." He started hitting faster, delivering more and more painful blows to his brother's reddened tail. Somewhere along his speech, he felt Damon let go. He didn't completely stoped moving, but now those movements were more instinctive and less active efforts to escape the licks. „I love you, even though I do not say that often. And I won't stand my little brother, either of them, putting himself in danger anymore." Little brother he was curently holding was sobing quietly, crying while his shoulderw were shaking. „M'sorry..." He mumbled. Elijah ruffled his hair effectionately. „I know. Just a few more, Damon."

Elijah had a hard time shutting out Damon's scream as paddle hit it's home. „NO!" He pressed once again struggling younger vampire firmly in the place, delivering last few licks in a quick succesion. „No! Please!" Damon's nails clawed at the end of the table. „I'll behave, I swear!" „Just five more, brother. Hold yourself."

Damon howled. Oh why did he go out after Elijah's warning? Why didn't he just stayed in his room like he was supposed to? „Three more."

„Aarrrggg!" He was shaking. Oh God, how it hurt. What was it wih spankings anyway? He was burned, staked, beaten, cut, poked, stabbed, cursed and God knows what else, and he haven't even cried out on most of those occasions. But now? He cried like a baby almost every single time when Elijah took him in hand.

„For me you are a baby." Elijah's hand was gently raising him up, Pulling him into a hug. Damon weekly tried pushing away, torn between craving comfort and being embarrased from wanting it in a first place. Elijah simply held him harder, whispering in his ear. „You're fine now, shhh...You're forgiven..It's all over..." Damon burried his head into his brother's shoulder, trying to calm his breathing. Elijah was petting his hair, holding him close, and Damon felt himself relaxing in his embrace.

„I'm sorry." He mumbled in the end, feeling worn out. Now, after thrashing he just recieved, he was ready to just fall asleep right here, right now. Unfortunately, Elijah had other plans.

„Damon, you still have to finish your corner time." Damon freezed. He groaned.

„Can't I just do it some other time? Please?" He looked at Elijah with those big blue eyes filled with tears, and older of the two smiled despite himself.

„Tell you what. If you want to, you can go stand in the corner in your room. That way it will be easier to just go to bed when you're done." „Can I pull my pants back up?" „No. For two reasons." He continued when boy groaned again. „First: It will serve you as a reminder. You don't go against me, or you will suffer the consequences. If little humiliation is what I have to dish out to keep you from disobeying me again, I will use it." Younger Mikaelson gulped. „And second?" „Well", Elijah smirked, „I doubt those jeans would feel very comfortable."

Few minutes later Kol walked into his room, also on his way to the bed, just to find Damon in the corner, jeans just under his butt.

„Jeez, mate..." Kol whistled. „He really did a number on you, didn't he?" Damon nodded. „Is it only me or is his hand getting harder every time?" „Nah, he's just getting more practiced." Kol smirked sitting on the bed. Moment later, he flew back into a standing position with a yelp. „Son of a.."

„Language." Elijah's voice was heard from downstairs. Both younger brothers rolled their eyes.

„I see you're still feeling effects of your little talk with Nick?" Damon snickered. Kol shivered, unhapily murmuring something under his breath. „Unfortunately, 'Lijah is not the only one getting more practice." He rubbed at his butt in an unsuccesful attempt to ease the sting.

„How long did it take him to find you in the Grill?" „Oh, far less than I hoped for. I saw him entering in, right? So, I flee from the place, I go to the door on the other side, open them, close them, turn around - and he's already there waiting for me." „Next time try the roof." Kol offered him, leaning against the wall. „You'll have to be fast, but it's far better option than bathroom window."

Raven-haired vampire nodded. „But wait..." he started. „Elijah found me. He said he searched for me. But I know he hadn't called anyone, I haven't heard him telling anyone, and he was with me from the moment we entered the house, so...how do you know I was in the Grill?"

Kol fell silent. Turns out, Salvatores were similar to Mikaelsons even before they learned of their true heritage. For example, they were both strong headed and temperamented, Damon more than Stefan, and they often fought. And, for good of everyone around them, it was best not to interfere between them. Both Elijah and Kol learned that the hard way. It was just simpler, Kol decided, not to get between them.

Unfortunately, it seemed Damon already guessed what was on his mind. „Of course." He murmured. „That little...Where is he?" He turned his head around, glancing at Kol, who just shrugged. „Don't know. He fleed from the room few minutes before you arrived." Damon growled. „Oh just wait 'till I get my hands on him! I'm gonna..."

„You are not going to do anything unless you want to feel my dissapointment." Elijah commented walking into the room. Damon quickly turned his head back to the corner. „Is that clear?"

It took him few seconds to answer. „Crystal."

Elijah smiled. „In that case, you're free to come out." Damon pulled his jeans up and exited the corner almost before older brother finished the sentance. „Oh thank God." He murmured. Kol snickered behind him. He shared Damon's enthusiasm for standing in the corner, also finding it dreadfully boring. He was glad Nick didn't feel the need to put him through the same treatment as Damon.

„Oh, don't smile, Kol. Neither of your punishments are quite over yet." „What?!" came in the same time from both younger brothers. Elijah couldn't help but to smile.

„Niklaus and I talked, and we decided it would be for the best if from now on, we know exactly where you are. You'll be confined to this house until further notice." He enjoyed far too much in idential shocked expression his brothers seemed to share.

„And I repeat: What?!" Kol glared at him with wide eyes. Damon, for once, decided to stay quiet.

„You are...what's the term...grounded." Elijah smiled.

„For how long?" „We agreed on the time of two weeks. In that time, you won't be leaving the house before asking for permission, you won't be drinking nor will there be any previously approved visitors in the house. If you break any of this limits, consequences will be severe. Is that clear?" He waited until he got two affirmative nods from both of them, before saying his goodbyes and leaving the room. Boys simply entered their beds, each one on his side of the room, and laid on their sides. Carefully, of course.

„You know, he really did not say anything." Kol broke the silence. „Stefan. He didn't tell on you." Damon looked at him confused. Kol's smirk was a clear indication someone was keeping one part of story secret from him.

„Really?" Kol smiled.

„He didn't say a word."