asking for it

@Zeronos

Klaus tapped his claws on his thigh and flicked his tail. This little deal was fucking boring, and he'd said so out loud around five times now. It hadn't made anything less dull, but it sure made everyone else uncomfortable, which was always nice.

It was a transaction, as well as other promises, involving a huge shipment of new weaponry. All that? Fantastic! Spreading it around was sure to spice things up for a while. But oh, oh god, were their business partners in this ever a bunch of paranoid, cowardly little punks. He couldn't even jokingly snap his teeth in their direction- it'd probably scare them off, permanently. They were lucky their shit seemed worth it.

Klaus had shown up to the (carefully random, hush hush location) meeting, deep in the Underground, to watch over things- see if there was anything up his employees wouldn't have spotted on their own, and to present an intimidating presence. But it had been… kinda pointless. There wasn't anything secret going on with this, no conspiracies, his showing up was a waste of time. All the jumping through hoops was just because of jackasses being stingy. The disappointment was heavy.

Klaus left the building early, agitated, anticipation and energy unspent with nowhere to go. He shoved people out of his way while aimlessly moving through the streets, usual obnoxious attitude dialed up to eleven, hoping maybe someone would pick a fight, or he'd get himself into trouble. Nothing.

Klaus slowed and took a sharp turn into an alley to catch his breath. Knocked his back to the wall and slid down. He huffed, then smiled. "Haha. Gross." Then, it was quiet again- as quiet as it ever was in this place.

He pressed his hands to his face and groaned. "Everyone's a fucking coward today, huh? C'mon, try something while I'm all riled up and asking for it, once in a lifetime chance…" A sigh. "Wow! I'm so bored, I'm literally talkin' to myself. What a day."

He'd go back, find his employees again. Soon. Showing this much genuine frustration in front of them, a lack of satisfaction that'd slip through the cracks every once in a while, was never good. He'd get over it, he always did. He just needed a minute. That was all. Yeah, yeah...

It was usually unrealistic to expect ones wishes to come true near automatically, especially impulsive, outlandish ones- but hey, he was a Rosales, the son of Greed, he got what he damn wanted. A crooked grin tugged at his lips, eyebrows raising, and he started to push himself from the ground to meet whoever was confronting him.

And then there was excruciating pain in his fucking head. Klaus scrabbled blindly at the wall behind him, sharp teeth clamped down on his lower lip to muffle a screech, hissing instead. He swayed a bit, seeing only a haze of obnoxious, artificial candy colors. He blinked the agony away as much as he could, and… was still seeing those colors.

"Nice entrance, pal," Klaus managed, coughing, after a lot of heavy cursing in spanish. He spat blood at his attacker's shoes and tried for another smile. "Ow. Just went for it, huh? I mean, yeah, I did request somethin' like this, but… Wow, knife through the skull, right away! Didn't even…" He squinted at the guy while his fingers hovered around his head, feeling at the dampness.

"Didn't even take me to dinner or anything first. No foreplay, straight to murder. Someone's eager! I'm ah, flattered, really…" He leered a bit. Wondered what was going on here. Assassin? Random bloodlust? Klaus was very off balance, but were they the same height? That was kinda funny.

He hummed. His lip was bleeding now too, he'd bitten it so hard. He leaned into his would be killer, swiping his tongue over red. "Not even gonna give a name, tall, cute and violent?"

This definitely wasn't boring. Klaus' possessive magic radiated.

Being stabbed in the head definitely hurt like a fucking bitch, and having the intruding presence suddenly pulled back out wasn't pleasant either. Klaus clenched his teeth and further hissed. Through his pain, he did see signs of a little reaction from dear pretty boy killer. His magic was making a nice impression. Klaus huffed a laugh.

He rolled his eyes (not that it could be seen under his stupid sunglasses), and allowed himself to be dragged along. He didn't bite the guy's hand, he was far more polite and far less mature, so he licked it instead. Whatever. He was playing along, so that meant he got to have fun too, right?

After he was thrown in, the kingpin looked over the new, more private death location with hazy, but still unmistakably sharp eyes. He'd been here once before. Just once. It was enough. He took in new details quickly, then returned his focus to the main event, turning over a bit on the dirty floor and grinning.

"Funny? Why, I'd never," Klaus promised cheerily, while letting black sink into his skin again, edges of claws coming back. He kept on his side, purposefully laying on one of his arms, and faked a continued dazed state. It wasn't particularly difficult, he just stared at Mr. Bright Ass Colors, and further decided he was rather distractedly attracted. Hmm.

Not getting into this situation in the first place would've been easy, and fleeing, or hurting this person seriously would be even easier. That wasn't what Klaus cared about, of course. He'd wanted something entertaining and flashy after the utter fucking disappointment he'd had earlier, all the pent up frustration, and this was his answer.

"They absolutely do! And yet, here we are. So many wanting me dead, for all these years, and, oh, it's you? I wonder what that means?" He bit back more laughter. "You're being very naive about this, but that's perfectly fine, I like you anyway. We're going to have a good time today. Or… maybe a part of you already knows, and you're really doing this for the fun of it? Just like me. 'It's nothing personal'… ha, you're a fascinating piece of work, aren'tcha."

He blew a kiss. "Call me Klaus, since we're getting so intimate."

Distant vigilante type, was it, perhaps? He couldn't be completely certain, the wording this person used was amusingly off, but he had his hopes. God, fucking fantastic, wasn't that something! Manta Carlos living up to expectations yet again. Hilarious.

When he tried to grab him again, Klaus' clawed arm surged up to take and flip them, dragging his attacker down to his level in the fucking dirt to look down at him. He leaned over the man, tapping him on the nose with one sharp fingertip. "This is a game. Just letting you know that now. You're staying anyway, aren't you? Because you really, really want to hurt me. I know a thing or two about want." The magic made it worse. Klaus saw that, and used it.

He'd followed along with the hints. Klaus cackled. "Honestly… how do you think a piece of shit like me was going to be able to stick around, otherwise? You were overestimating yet underestimating me in the same breath. Thinking I was skilled enough to deal with that level of bullshit without help, flattering, but also deciding you could show up and off me, despite that?"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He raised his eyebrows, then mock swooned. "Please, do tell me what makes you such a special goody two shoes and murderer. I gotta hear it." And he really did want to know, in a genuine sense as well as a mocking one. Were those fae vibes he was feeling? Except, not quite… Interesting! This was so interesting!

"Nah. Like I said, I get it. You just want to do nasty, terrible things with me, don't you?" he purred. "Lovely. Want is want, logic aside. I won't bully you for that, oh no, quite the opposite. Mm."

That level of outward self control, even now, was impressive. Klaus blinked, then let out a burst of bright laughter at the facade, this course of dialogue. Additionally, he was fond of the red in the man's eyes- they matched, though his own were shining for a very different reason.

Just as the demon opened his mouth to reply, eager, he was getting thoroughly knifed again. Klaus groaned and felt his body give out a bit, collapsing heavily onto the person stabbing him. Sunglasses clattered onto the ground. His fingers twitched, claws losing the concentration needed to be kept up. He coughed up more blood, onto his attacker's shoulder this time, then shuddered.

"I'm uh," Klaus started, then getting interrupted by more coughing. His cheeks flushed. Haha, gross. "Hm. Not immortal in the unkillable way, y'know… I just always come back. So there's that." He was really gay garbage. "Hey, you wanna give me a name before you fucking wreck me? So I have somethin' more personal to cry out, and such."

Klaus hit the ground again, and could hardly do much about it in this state, not before more of his energy came back. He didn't want to. He bit his lip lightly and stared, attention captured, quietly enjoying being patted down. He was into all of this.

"Well, that's refreshing," Klaus mumbled. He listened, with a tiny smile on his face that was slowly getting wider. "You're a weird guy, aren't you? All cold intelligence to go along with the bloodlust and superiority complex. It's very attractive."

He shifted a bit, brushing his attacker's thigh with a hand, then got bullets through his shoulders. He screwed his eyes shut, biting at the inside of his cheek and muffling sounds, writhing in pain instead.

Klaus huffed out strained breaths, but still managed to laugh a bit. "What, you think I'm gonna kill you, or even stop you from being able to mostly experience whatever you think of as a normal life? You really don't understand, do you. You're putting yourself in the completely wrong rumored behavior category here, love. You've heard things, researched, but you're looking at the wrong thing. Maybe 'cause you'd be more comfortable with how I treat annoyances." He grinned, his expression open and fiery, teeth sharp and bloodstained.

Klaus looked directly at the man, as he was held by a grip in his hair, with slightly lust hazed, infatuated eyes. He was smitten. "Ah. If thinking like that inspires you, though, please keep it up." All that rational monologuing and then throwing in 'I'm going to have a little fun', oh, wow.

He needed to have this person, there was no budging there. Even now, having him stick around, unable to resist hurting him despite it obviously digging a deeper hole, gave a certain feeling of ownership. The negativity didn't matter, Klaus was smug.