be mine, and maybe i'll be yours

@Zeronos

Klaus wasn't surprised by the invitation. It'd only have been a matter of time, really, even if it had ended up happening a bit later than he'd hoped. It wasn't like there was a rush, but at the same time, why wait?

He didn't have any doubts.

Hell, he'd been holding himself back, and he hardly ever did that. There was some lingering intent to make a good first impression in the back of his mind, but it'd likely be thrown out for want based impulses in the long run.

Klaus hadn't yet met Baltimore, but that didn't mean he wasn't fascinated. The man had simply shown up one day, making himself very, very at home. That was a relatable way of doing things, for Klaus, similar to the way he'd behaved in the beginning… to how he continued to behave.

So when he strolled into Gomorrah, leaving behind his own trace with every step and second spent there, it was as though he owned it. He drank in the sights and desires, made them his own, fascinated with the interior and people that reminded him of home. Ah, yes, why shouldn't he be comfortable, possessive? It only felt right. Deserving.

Klaus wouldn't be outdone. (He was already in love.)

The first floor was enjoyable to linger in, but he was expected elsewhere, and wasn't going to disappoint. He made his way to the second floor. VIP space. One would usually have to throw a lot of cash around to get in, but this, this was a crime party. He could've sensed that from a mile away, even without all the little things he'd heard. The other guests were all shady fucks he was sure Baltimore took advantage of (he was smug, must be), and Klaus, well. He was damn well king of the shady fucks.

Modesty was both an unfamiliar and pointless concept to someone like him.

They looked at him when he entered. He demanded as much.

It settled again easily once he flashed a grin and joined in with the expected chatter. He knew pretty much everyone here, and even those that were supposed to be his 'enemies', he would loop an arm around them and act like their best friend. It was fucking entertaining, especially when they hated it, and he made no effort to hide his laughter. Always just barely not stirring up any real trouble. Half of the people here were drunk, and he'd oblige, quickly finding a glass to latch onto and add a pleasant buzz to his system, a pretty flush to his cheeks.

The others were fun. This place was fantasy material. But he was sure it was clear to everyone he was only here for one real purpose.

You know, red was his favorite color- it made perfect sense he'd have a soft spot for redheads. Especially power hungry, pretty boy, demon redheads with a knack for stirring all too much curiosity in him, and who kept up such beautiful business.

Gabriel Baltimore, what a charmer, and they hadn't even met.

Let's fix that, shall we?

[ klaus outfit doodle for this thread, plus 666 edition ]

Finally, the star of the show joined them. Klaus had been a half second away from dreaded boredom. He was still a fan all of this, especially the holiday spirit mockery (ah, he adored christmas- a celebration of material possessions!), but really…

Klaus grinned in a way that was more predatory than charming, and shook the man's so nicely offered hand. His grip was tight, want heavy- radiating in both the way he acted, and his magic.

"The one and only," he purred. "Pleasure to be here, what a lovely establishment! In regards to making myself at home, well, I already have."

A friend (lesser gang leader, who he'd bought out earlier in the year) first gave him a shifty look, then Baltimore. Must be familiar with this behavior from him, most people were.

Klaus swallowed a snicker, let the handshake end, and made a vague shooing motion in the criminal's direction without looking at him. Nobody needed that nervous energy ruining their fun. "Go amuse yourself, make some new connections, I'd like to chat with Gabriel for a while. We'll talk later." His eyes were sharp, focus intent, studying and memorizing details that'd help fuel his attraction.

Obsession, perhaps, but attraction was just as accurate, and a more comfortable word for most. Not that he took much interest in softening himself for others.

(Ah, he really wanted to kiss those freckles. Adorable.)

Klaus leaned in, just barely pushing at what one expected of personal space, desiring more intimacy. He found reasons to brush up against Baltimore or let a hand linger. Some of his movements could be considered subtle, and his aura continued to be anything but that.

"I've been wanting to make your acquaintance for a while now, you know, and you certainly didn't disappoint. Even if I happen to be more, hm, impulsive at times- especially when I know what I want- I can still see the care you put into your actions. It's impressive. The actions reflect the person, I suppose."

Klaus didn't miss the little things, not here, not now. His grin only widened when Baltimore cleared his throat and straightened up, just a bit. This wasn't casual, nothing about this was casual, and it wasn't going to start being that simply due to a little willpower being thrown in. That only made the greed demon want to push more. Not playfully, more like… right over an edge. Together.

"This is your vacation?" Klaus said, perking up. "If this is what the vacation looks like, then… hm, interesting. Well, I hope you're having a fun, relaxing time on our beautiful island, and that everyone continues to extend such hospitality to you."

He followed closely, still never letting the other out of his sight. He wouldn't, not unless forced to, for the next while. They both knew that.

And no, he didn't want anyone to get in the way while he furthered his attempts to kiss those freckles, among many, many other things. So he went along without complaint.

Klaus followed Baltimore's lead and took the whiskey, swallowing down a bit. He eyed the redhead's movements again, humming.

When he leaned back, Klaus leaned in, sliding an arm around the man's waist. "Nah. Couldn't be more right, if I'm bein' honest- and I can't see why I shouldn't be. Also, as nice as the occasional 'Mr. Rosales' feels, please, do call me Klaus. Hearing my name from your voice would be like an early christmas gift."

He gave a sharp laugh, and shook his head. "Wow, that was a bit ridiculous, but hey. Honesty. And you, oh, anything from you is going to feel like a gift." The best gift, of course, would be pretty boy demon in his lap.

Klaus sighed, fingers along the curve of Baltimore's waist. "I'm terrible with patience, am I not? Embarrassing. I'd love to talk all sorts of business with you. I'd also love to know what you taste like. See the dilemma here?"

Perhaps business could be their pillow talk.

"Mm. Music to my ears," Klaus sighed, closing his eyes for a moment, though quickly opening them again. He didn't want to let his mind fully drift into any imaginings, not when he could have the real thing. He'd just let the thoughts and imagery burn into him at the edges.

"It's not really a technique, per se," Klaus said, smiling, hand a bit tighter. "Simply my way of existing, and I have to say, it's very satisfying. How uncomfortable it can make some doesn't bother me- in fact, it's funny, knocking them off their feet like that! It only makes me want to antagonize them further, see 'em dance."

"I just speak whatever's on my mind. Like right now, it's mostly you. You're fucking gorgeous, aren't you? So distracting, in the best of ways. Not only a pretty face, either. Powerful, intelligent- I can see you're resisting, playing with me." A growl drifted into his purr. "Fun, but frustrating, and you… you can get away with it, because you're just as comfortable in what you are as I am."

"Cute." Klaus nuzzled Baltimore's hair fondly, inhaling lust and lingering whiskey, pressing in a kiss before moving back again.

"I came here for you, in any way I could have you." He shrugged lightly. "That could mean anything you want it to mean, because I want anything and everything."

Klaus' mind clouded for a moment, not processing much past oh, wow, fuck me, let me fuck you, I'm fuckin' gay.

He blinked slowly, and raised his brows. "Huh, guess I just thought we'd have a tea party, make friendship bracelets, 'cause I'm absolutely that naive and vanilla." The snark really didn't settle down the want. Nothing would, he knew that. And he could work for it, but at this point, if he was just being yanked around? He'd see a different kind of red.

He wasn't worried, though. No, no, Klaus was more than comfortable. Optimistic, even! Klaus offered a sunny look, tucking some of that beautiful red hair behind Baltimore's ear. "True, true, but… we are similar. I can quite literally feel the greed in you, all the more reason why I'd like to taste it. Give me a chance, I'll show you a good time, and if you're disappointed, I'll take that as being my fault. Not just under the sheets, although that is a hope."

He paused. "I won't grovel, love. I want to please you, but I'm someone of importance as well, of high standing in this city. I won't pretend to be one of the others, running about for any scraps of affection or assistance, crying after vaguely upsetting you, getting crushed like insects in the end. We can stand on our own, that's obvious. That's their game, but not ours."

The greed demon cupped Baltimore's face with both hands, very close. He fully switched on the active side of his possessive, ownership ability. It flowed off of him in heavy waves, eating up all in its path, warm as well as overwhelming, and it didn't stop. Now, it was focused fully on Baltimore.

No mercy. Not when Klaus was in love.

He wanted the other to know just how much he really felt this, share the intensity in his being, show him how it could be. The two of them, together. The powerful demon with the cute freckles, his. Want, want, need. Without this, nobody really understood how it felt, what it was like being him, cursed and blessed to desire everything.

"My plan… was to offer you a promise of sorts, help you understand, and see if you'd end up wanting like I do."

He kissed Gabriel, a mix of heat and unflinching sincerity.

"Because I really want you."

Shameless.