Starstruck

This man was far too sincere, it was absurd. For all Klaus' easy, confident, suggestive remarks, it was Cecil's dorky, happy behavior that was getting to him. Aw, fuck.

However, after taking a moment to be flustered, he went right back to his own tactics, lowering his voice and giving a thoughtful look. "Yeah, I caught on to that. Why else wouldn't you already be fucking me?"

Cecil should've kissed him. He couldn't do that, but he should've. It was completely unreasonable, unfair, all heart. Klaus' face burned. "Thanks, I'll take it," the greed demon murmured, rather distracted now. And I want you to take me, he mentally added. What was chill? He didn't have it, and oddly enough, didn't want it. He did cling onto something else, though. "Dated older, huh? Not just slept with? Does that mean I get to take you to dinner, too?" he purred. "God, please say yes."

Klaus gnawed on his lip, feeling all too needy at the concept of being visited. Of course. Of course! He was going to have Cecil, why wouldn't there be visits? "I'm sure you'd get a very warm welcome back," he said, sounding like he was making a promise. He was.

Cecil seemed like he wanted to say more. The interruption wasn't appreciated. Klaus felt agitated, restless, like he was being stolen from. He didn't fucking tolerate people who touched his things. His fingers twitched, craving the weight of a gun in his hands. What are you doing, this trash had the nerve to ask, like it was any of his damn business. It took Klaus one glance to know this was someone he wouldn't even register seeing on a regular basis, much less that he would speak to.

Klaus vaguely processed the words being exchanged. Enough to know that Cecil was going to be dragged away now, as Klaus had dreaded, but with an important enough reason that he couldn't find a way to complain about it, or squirm through loopholes to get Cecil to stay. His mother wouldn't be pleased with him. Klaus would've succeeded, though, if he tried, and knowing that made him feel a little better.

He missed Cecil's warmth already, and his hand was too empty. Cecil should've kissed him. Klaus' greed surged up powerfully, ambitious again, energetic thanks to the stubbornness. He refused to be anything but idealistic and self-assured. "I'll wait for you," he insisted. He smiled big and bright, with all his usual intensity and personality- screw watering himself down. "Better make it up to me, Lovette. Later, right? Later." He waved.

He wanted to kiss all of Cecil's doubts away.

Klaus stood as soon as Cecil was gone, stiff, but sharp underneath that. Chris looked like he was about ready to say something very, very stupid with his idiot face, so Klaus snatched him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him away. It didn't take much effort, and nobody would notice, or care, that this person was missing.


Klaus took Chris to a dark, empty, employees only hallway and shoved him against the wall. Ugh. He'd much rather be doing this with Cecil, not Mr. Shitty Straight Jackass here. He just focused on what he was doing.

"If you know what's good for you, you're not gonna open your mouth, kid," Klaus hissed. He may not have looked the part, but he'd had the demeanor of a kingpin down for years, and could adopt it near instantly. "We're having a little chat, you and me." He smiled, cheery now, condescending. "Just to get a few things clear, make sure you don't make any more mistakes."

"Hello, Christopher, it's so nice to meet you! I wouldn't recognize your generic face in a crowd, but lemme tell you somethin', my mother's shared a few details about you. Apparently you like to bother pretty girls, Chrissy? That's real cute. You're not a very smart man, are you? That's fine! The scum make the stars stand out more. I bet that's why anyone even lets you near dear, darling Cecil."

He sighed, melodramatic at this point, but having fun with it. "Moving on. My point here, friend, is that that just now? That little scene? You were pushing your luck. I'm going to be spending a lot more time with Cecil Grey Lovette, and you aren't part of that picture. Leave it alone. You didn't see shit, yeah? Don't be fucking nosy."

He tilted Chris' face up, looking affectionate. Not towards him, though. "I own him. Don't get in the way." His magic filled the hall, thick, almost suffocating, impressing the concept and heavy greed on this person, forcing him to accept the new reality. Klaus owned Cecil, he deserved to own him, it was only right. "I won't warn you a second time. I'll kill you, Chris. You're not hard to replace, they'll get another mediocre white boy, and your death might even make Cecil's movie more famous! How nice, having that be the last thing you did with your career."

Klaus grinned like he still had sharp teeth, patted Chris' cheeks, and left him there.

He needed to go wash his hands, buy another round of drinks, and text his mother about how in love he was.

Klaus made the most of his time, because he wasn't just someone to passively wait around. He danced, he drank, and he talked. As careful leaning he was at things like this, he was still going to take advantage of it, get connections, numbers. Cecil was still his top priority, of course, and the only person he'd be going home with tonight.

He didn't see Chris again. Not once, and Klaus had been all over the resort. Haha, cowardly little shitlord. Serves him right.

When the party finally settled down, it was late. Klaus had already sent his mother a text, telling her to leave without him. It was really late. It was hardly an issue, with Cecil as the prize he wanted here, anything would be worth it. This was hardly straining, in comparison to other things he'd gone through.

He drained the bar's resources considerably, waving his flashy credit cards around and managing to never get cut off. Some people looked at him with envy, others concern, and he was smug in return to both. He was still behaving. Sort of. Okay, so maybe he was on the line, but there were less people to give a fuck, and a sweet taste in his mouth. His mind wandered pleasantly on that last topic.

Klaus jolted out of his daze, feeling Cecil's energy again. Was later finally now? Christ, he could feel nervousness settling into his chest, smitten and needy, hoping he wouldn't screw up once they were finally on their own. He never thought like that, it was fucking stupid, likely self-sabotage. Cecil had sought him out again, even though it was this late, and he could've just left, called it off. Klaus knew the attraction was there, chemistry to an electric extent as well as a soft one.

He blinked as the jacket settled around his shoulders, staring for a minute before flushing. Ah, people really didn't treat him like this very often, he was usually the one who… this was weird, different. He loved things like that. He'd embrace this, however off balance he might be, with a very heavy investment. He leaned into Cecil's touch without even thinking about it, head tilting up, eyes half closed and lips gently parted. The warmth was back. His magic melted into Cecil's, intimate and connected, adding more heat.

"Yes," Klaus said, simply, but with a lot of feeling. He met Cecil's eyes with a fierce intensity, burning. "No more worrying about anyone or anything else. You're mine, I'm yours, all of that. Let's make it a a little more real, show along with tell, shall we?" He stood from the barstool, beaming. He threaded his fingers with Cecil's again and lightly tugged at him. "Let's get the fuck out of here, beautiful. I've been wanting you all night, and that means I have a lot of pent up energy. You gonna take advantage of that, or what? Please do."

"Christ, you really are too much, aren't you? Not enough, is what I mean by that, shit," Klaus said in a rush, knees starting to tremble. He tugged at Cecil again, harder this time. "I'm the same. There's a lot of want, in general. Just need to vent it out, 'cause you're fuckin' killing me here, doll. Heartfelt sentiment turns me on in a whole lotta ways, I can't lie. C'mon, c'mon."

He loved Cecil. It felt mutual, and that was very special. Klaus couldn't emphasize through words how special that was. To be desired in a more whole way, and desire in return. Passing fancy and interest based on convenience was common, near forgettable, no matter how much he tended to cling and enjoy it all. He was a fucking hoarder, after all, and he didn't regret a damn thing. Don't get him wrong on that, just... He could still appreciate this for what it was, and the warmth. His magic was desperate for it, sinking into Cecil's center and holding on for dear life. Mine, mine, you belong to me.

He was so sweet, pure, almost. That shook Klaus up. He continued to crave this sugary, sappy adoration just as much as he wanted to not be able to walk straight for a week. He swung their hands while they walked to the car, childish, happy.

It was very quiet. They were alone, even if just in the car, and not yet Cecil's bed. Klaus felt anticipation catch in his chest and throat, static on his skin. Cecil was magnetic, and at fucking last, he kissed him.

Klaus closed his eyes and saw stars, his energy lighting up, electricity bursting from the inside out. He reached up to clutch at Cecil's hair and the back of his head, pulling him closer while surging forward to meet him, passion heavy. He had a painful amount of longing and bliss somehow coexisting. He kept familiarizing himself with this man, more, more, always more.

He didn't want to break the kiss, he really didn't want to, but allowed it, keeping his other plans in mind. Well, he hardly had specifics past 'everything'. He shivered as Cecil touched him, knew it was all over when the man started saying his name like that. Klaus was screwed, he wouldn't be clawed away from this one without a fight. Fuck, shit, he was already hot and bothered as hell. He swallowed and groaned. "Ah, d-don't apologize. Seriously, shut up, I'm no better, look at me. What is this? You're--" His breath hitched. Oh, god… he wanted Cecil to mark him. He exposed his neck further, hands sliding down to dig into Cecil's back, hoping he'd get the message.

"You could be a lot worse. In fact, I'd like for you do be. This, this is ridiculous. It's full fuzzy and butterflies, a kid's romantic dreams. Honestly, I'll take it all. You're just my type." He swayed a bit, dizzy and drunk feeling. "Confession time, I've been in love from the second I saw you. Who says anyone has to leave forever? That's sad and boring. I don't think this story is a tragedy, babe. When I want something, I don't let go of it, no matter the difficulties. I don't fucking care about any of that, got it? Let me have you, Cecil Lovette, I need to have you." Greed and adoration radiated, magic squirming to make Cecil accept and embrace all of this. "Any way you want, every way I want. I love you. Not being together isn't an option, Cecil!"

He huffed after his little outburst, trying to catch his breath, face and body burning. Everything burning up. That was a damn lot of tell. Next was show. Klaus swore under his breath and shook himself off.

He gave Cecil a slow kiss, palming him a bit, before gently pressing him back and trailing down. He bit his lip and undid the other's pants, hands almost feeling clumsy, emotion mixing with lust and complicating things. Still, he had to almost drool, too. He was quite the fan of doing this, and had been looking forward to tasting Cecil for hours now. He shot Cecil one last fond, mischievous look. Then, he just went for it, taking Cecil's lovely cock into his mouth and sighing pleasantly. He made the effort to get it all in, greedy as ever, and started to suck him off. There was a rhythm, but also just a damn lot of dirty gratification on Klaus' part. He adored being gay trash. The ideal.

Being offered a way out offended Klaus, really. Was he being mistaken for someone far, far less stubborn and obsessive? Had he lost his touch, been too ordinary, not intense enough? He supposed that with the softness, there was also this. The threat of loss in the name of consideration and fairness, yeah, very nice. Didn't mean he had to like it. He wasn't a normal person. He didn't accept rejection and ends. As long as Cecil would allow him to, he'd stay by the man for the rest of their lives and never settle down in his overwhelming greed. He wanted everything, but in the long run, he'd also take whatever he could get, and be fiercely protective of that.

Klaus would tell him all that later. He was trying to get Cecil off first, enjoy himself and inspire especially thorough sex when they'd finally be able to get to that. He just needed something to temporarily satisfy him. He needed touch Cecil, to make him feel good, and most of all, he really just loved having his garbage mouth full and fucked. He took his time at first, getting a feel for and savoring it as much as possible. He was so into this, and Cecil, he loved him, he loved doing this for him. He'd do anything the man wanted and be nothing but delighted. He wanted to be used and adored.

Klaus popped off Cecil for a moment, though his lips kept brushing against him, and even just pulling away this much without finishing the job was making him agitated. He looked up at him, first simply reveling in the view and how gorgeously wrecked Cecil already looked. "Hey. Don't hold back with me. I'll be able to tell, and won't be happy. It's unnecessary, I'm both tough and a filthy fuckin' man, Cecil. You want too much? So do I. Give me everything, I'll only thank you for it." With that, he trailed fond kisses up Cecil's dick and pressed in again, heat coming off of his face in waves, his own arousal making him squirm. He felt Cecil's energy doing something to him, and whatever it was, it only encouraged him to feel and do more.

Klaus adored all the ways this man touched him. Cecil was very caring, and so unashamedly entranced. Klaus was just as dazzled by him, and Cecil may have been the performer between the two of them, but that only made the greed demon want to put on more of a show for him.

The agreement excited him to no end, as did that undone voice. He wanted to be ruined. He also felt a different type of odd dizziness, pervasive, from Cecil's magic again. It was kissing his affectionately while also draining it. Was he being fed on? This was a lust demon he was dealing with, it wasn't an uncommon trait from them, but- this wasn't simply sexual energy being absorbed. It was his literal life essence, his greed. Usually so overwhelming, it was hard to take from- but he was willingly giving it now, since it seemed to intoxicate Cecil. He flushed. There was something very appealing about not only having his aura welcomed, but eaten up.

Klaus was the competitive sort. He opened himself and his Hell link up further to Cecil, bold, giving himself over without a second thought. He could handle this. The magic was more physically present now, sinking into their environment and buzzing in the air, something that couldn't ever be gotten away with in public. Klaus tried not to let it completely take over his thought processes, even if it was, essentially, him. This was what he was. Living greed magic. The reason he didn't feel bad for winning others over with it was for this exact reason. It was him in the most genuine, raw sense.

He followed as Cecil moved, eager to get back into things fully, taking in a breath and resting his hands against the other man's thighs. He pressed his tongue against Cecil's cock when presented with it again, mouth open and inviting, wanton. His breath hitched when he heard Cecil's voice again, lower and more of a command. Klaus listened, attention unwavering, both through aura and his own desire. He enjoyed the grip in his hair, the gentle tug.

He gasped sharply, then fell into drawn out moans as he had his face fucked into. He was swimming in arousal, more so with every thrust. He felt dirty and fucking wonderful, he loved having Cecil in his mouth. Thank god he didn't have a gag reflex, instead enthusiastically meeting the movements and taking him deeper whenever possible. He was painfully hard in his pants, fabric feeling far too tight, but at the same time offering a nice friction with his squirming.

His face turned further red when Cecil got faster, full body shaking, overwhelmed. He had his first orgasm without even being touched, losing himself in it for a moment, crying out before being reduced to a mess of ragged breathing. Cecil climaxed too, and his cum was on Klaus' lips as well as in his mouth. Klaus lapped it up hungrily, maybe just a bit depraved. He took a moment to taste, then swallowed.

He grinned up at Cecil brightly, looking rosy cheeked, refreshed, and extremely pleased with himself. He went along with being pulled onto Cecil, limbs slack and lazy. He melted and kissed him, needy and grateful.