i expected a raise not dinner and a movie

Klaus processed the words, then again, and again. There was something deeply sad about what Vito told him. But all Klaus could bring himself to be was fucking outraged.

Pride demons. The nerve. Always so damn self absorbed and attractive. He'd fought these punks before and he'd do it again.

"Half of those things are your opinions, not objective facts, jackass," Klaus snapped. "And they don't happen to reflect my opinions in the slightest. I don't give two fucks about money, I have enough to fill swimming pools with and take a dip in. Excuse me, you're hot as hell, all classic mobster and pretty snake, not to mention, oh my god, the freckles. And I don't know what you're talking about, I've barely gotten to be around you or scratch the surface and you're already a pretty intense, intriguing guy- and damn stubborn! Not gonna let me win, huh? 'Cause it's gotta be you or nothing."

He got up from his chair, getting more in Vito's face. He smiled like an angel, eyes on fire. "We're going out for drinks to celebrate your promotions. All of them. Congratulations, Vito Russo, welcome to the big leagues! You say all you can give me is your service and loyalty, but I already have it? Well, looks like now you'll have to up your game instead of moping about it. Don't whine about being handed this, what are you, some kind of pathetic teenager? Make use of the opportunity, and make it worth my while- I'm not babying you, I'm offering you the ability to earn shit. Honestly, have some fucking ambition, you aren't stuck. Or are you gonna run? What's it going to be?"

Klaus' hands trembled, and so did his lower lip as he bit at it. He burned with nervousness and exhilaration and he was so fucking frustrated, he wasn't sure if he wanted to punch Vito in his handsome, irritating face, or get fucked as roughly as possible and sing praises to the man's name. It was always interesting being pissed off and incredibly turned on at the same time. He threw his hands up and screwed his eyes shut. "Ngh. Kiss me, fuck me, fight me, do something or I swear to Mammon I will have to go kill someone, but not before yelling at you about it!"

Klaus deflated like a bird with ruffled, fluffed out feathers as soon as that huge grin appeared on Vito's face. That… wasn't what he'd expected, or been poking for. When the man started laughing, he slumped a bit, mortified with embarrassment. He never got embarrassed. At the same time, he couldn't help meekly watch and pine, stunned over such a bright and positive reaction. He was being laughed at, sure, but it seemed like he'd made Vito happy. That was real progress.

Klaus made a face, and squirmed. "Fuck inappropriate," he huffed, and to further his point, he plopped himself in Vito's lap, fussy and pushy, cupping his face. "If you think I'm cute, show me, don't just tell me. Make me feel it. Touch me like you love me, leave me breathless. Come on. What's it gonna hurt? We're going to be spending a lot of time together from now on if you aren't running, you know, might as well get… properly acquainted. It'll happen, whether it's sooner or later doesn't matter, 'cause it's inevitable."

"Here. I'll show you too," Klaus said, taking Vito's hand and pressing it to his chest and the erratic, heavy pound of his heartbeat. He squeezed his hand and kept it there. "You're responsible for that."

Klaus won. He almost always did, and more importantly, deserved to. His eyes fluttered shut, inhaling softly. He leaned into the kiss, which was chaste and brief but incredibly satisfying. He shifted closer, pressing to Vito, clutching at his shirt and holding on. Just a bit dazed.

Klaus sputtered at first, then went quiet so Vito could talk, eyes only getting rounder as he went on. Unrequited love for someone who would eagerly return it was such a surreal concept. For years? Klaus would've had a mental breakdown if he was unable to directly interact with someone for that long, or express his affections. He hadn't even been able to wait until they were off work to claw at Vito like this.

The whole rescue situation clicked a little more in Klaus' head. Oh… ohhhh. Well, the satisfaction only went further, pleasant warmth sinking deep into him, from his bones to his magic. A lazy, lovestruck smile settled on his face. He melted into Vito, a person who seemed like a gift that kept on giving, putty in his hands. He bumped their noses a bit as a clumsy display of fondness, and nuzzled the man while listening to him with intent, unflinching focus. "I'll take care of you, too," Klaus said against his lips, a murmured but firm promise. His skin was hot. "You deserve everything. You deserve me. You've loved too long and worked too hard not to, that much is striking."

He thought he understood, yes, because it was intoxicating. This was a shining, glittering ideal for Klaus, in terms of relationships. If Vito was offering, he was going to snatch it right up, like the greedy bastard he was. He wouldn't let him go unrewarded and unacknowledged, either, oh no. That would be absurd. Klaus' eyes were burning again, manic light unable to be hidden or watered down.

"I want you. I'll keep you close and spoil you, share my empire, anything needed and fitting of the position you so desire. I'm drunk on this feeling. You're a greed king's fantasy come to life, and even if I was a more disciplined man, in control of my indulgences and temptations, I doubt it could keep me from getting my hands all over you, Vito Russo."

As this sunk in further, Klaus began to shake involuntarily, electric energy, excitement, and anxiety filling him to bubbling and bursting. His magic leaked out, flowing and filling the room, making it thick with the impression of roses and liquid gold, especially drenching Vito. Klaus tried not to hyperventilate, but his voice came out as a squeak for a moment when he spoke up again, and he clutched at his own face while he grinned. "Oh my god! You're serious? You're serious! Nobody's ever sounded that- like that-- I'm kinda losing my shit over this. Mmfph. C'mere, fuck!" He reached for Vito needfully, looping his arms around his neck and surging forward to kiss him.

Klaus was definitely right in having thrown a little fit over the threat of not getting this, instincts and observations on point yet again. He clung to Vito, squirmed in his lap, only wishing to be held even tighter from then on, overtaken and full with it. He breathed out shakily when released. He looked down at Vito, heart fluttering at the continued close proximity, and ran his fingers gently through the man's hair, quietly reassuring. Klaus loved him, he was going to keep him safe and happy.

Seeing a stoic type act so emotional and affected was both fascinating and flattering. It was all for him, and he wanted to drool. Mostly, his face just stayed flushed, smile twitching, an odd mix of smug and flustered. This was a very serious man, and something about him made Klaus react a little differently than he normally would, preening and shying away at the same time. Klaus was bigger and bolder than life, so that was usually a foreign concept to him, but Vito had a certain similarity to him that caught the greed demon off guard. Just saying that Klaus was really super gay would probably work as a quicker explanation, though. That worked every time.

He didn't really have to add to what Vito said, or ask for more. He trusted him. "I know," Klaus said simply, without doubt, grinning easily. He laughed when he was picked up, but it soon turned into a soft gasp as he was pinned. Oh, he liked that, he liked that a lot. This kind of weight, pressure and possessiveness was good. More, he wanted more, more, more. Klaus was messier and needier, tugging at Vito, kissing him with a great deal of tongue and insistence. Two forked tongues here were an absolute delight, and one which Klaus hadn't gotten to experience before, so he took all he could get and encouraged the same from his partner.

Maybe this wasn't someone who wanted to fuck him mercilessly in the middle of work, on a meeting room table, but that was kinda hard to think about or believe when you were pinned like this. It would be impossible for Klaus' arousal not to spike with the state and situation he was in. He had a hot as fuck snake man, who loved him, obviously enjoying having Klaus here like this, what could be better? "God, Viiiiito," Klaus groaned when their lips parted, drawing out the name like a praise, something openly pleading. "Just use me however you want." He hitched his legs around Vito's hips, grinding up against him. He closed his eyes and whimpered very faintly at the contact.

When Vito pulled back, Klaus grinned and spread out, languid and inviting. He loved the feeling of eyes on him, of being coveted. He needed Vito to want him, it was his very lifeblood, fed his greedy magic until it overflowed and overwhelmed him, but he still could never fucking get enough of it. He needed this, and he needed him. Vito tasted like gratification melting on his tongue, for all he felt towards Klaus. More, more, more, he had to have more. Klaus bit down on his lip and trembled.

Even though Vito wasn't as pressed to him in that moment, Klaus could feel his cock against his thigh, and was salivating over it. As soon as the opportunity was presented again, Klaus gasped and bucked his hips, matching the desperate rhythm, rocking into Vito and crying out. He flushed and smiled, wondering if anyone was hearing the sounds. He wasn't about to bother with lowering or muffling his voice in his own damn base.

He was going to leave marks on Vito, on top of his scent and magic, to make sure there'd be no chance of missing what had happened between them, no room for mistaking it. Vito was his property-- and relevantly, property that had a lot of perks, like fucking him on tables at work. Klaus was always indulgent with showing off his favorite possessions, the definition of self-satisfied, arrogant privilege and pleasure. To some, he was so shameless they couldn't even stand to look at him, and that was how he liked it.

Klaus held on tight to Vito's shoulders, toes curling and twitching, breath hitching at the hand under his shirt that was feeling him up and touching his bare skin, making it buzz. He trembled and moaned as he himself was marked and grazed with lovely sharp teeth. "Yes," Klaus breathed, murmuring his own praises and pleas in Spanish, the occasional curse thrown in with jumps of arousal. His vision swam a bit, far too turned on, furrowing his brows and shivering.

At Vito's question, Klaus got hotter, radiating it like a true Hellion. He giggled and stared longingly at Vito, his normally thin, catlike red pupils fully dilated and round, gaze glazed over with lust and adoration, drunk on it. "Ah!" He arched his back when palmed and clawed his fingers into Vito's back, pulling him closer. "A-aaah." He melted, eyes fluttering shut, more a pool of heat than a properly functioning person. He smiled and rolled his hips, giving a shudder and twitching in Vito's hand. Klaus exposed his neck further, licking his lips, sigh wobbly and happy.

He took and cupped Vito's face, so the other man could see his big ol' heart eyes. "Oh, Vito…" he said in a rush, tone amused beneath the heavy lust, "I'm not the type to come unprepared for my ideal outcome. I always get what I want, and I really, really want you." He kissed him, long, sweet, and deep, the heat of their breathing clouding together afterwards. Klaus lingered, licking at him, running his teeth over Vito's lips, coming back in for more. While doing this, he reached into one of the inner pockets of his trenchcoat, digging out a small bottle of lube. He took Vito's free hand and put it in his palm, wrapping the man's fingers around it and squeezing.

Klaus moved his lips from Vito's briefly and regretfully to shrug off his coat after that, then pull the shirt over his head, leaving them in a pile underneath him and laying back again, guiding Vito back to him and kissing him with new fervor, welcoming everything Vito wanted to do to him with bright enthusiasm. It was their first time, and frankly, Klaus didn't care if it was inappropriately on a table or not. He made his memories special, when they were with special people-- and Vito was turning into a very special person. It'd only taken the slightest push, as he was naturally vital, extraordinary.