Die Wurst
Yeah. I should really quit hanging out with my friend.
Whenever Eroica waltzed into his office smiling like he was at the moment, Klaus could feel the impending doom approaching. If only he could somehow rid himself of the tantalizing thief grinning inanely at him from the door. Klaus fingered his Magnum on the table.
The infuriating blond had his long and slender fingers wrapped around the door handle in the sinuously aggravating way Klaus had come to connect with the damned British degenerate. That bloody fop was able to turn every decent thing into a sick and twisted version of correctness. Klaus kept his eyes firmly on the papers before him and tried to ignore the radiating presence a few feet away.
“My darling Major whose hair is like wet crow’s weathers and eyes green as the Mosel bo…” Standing up with such a speed that he sent the chair rolling Klaus banged his fist on the table. Ha! Klaus knew that by ignoring the bugger it wouldn’t take long for him to start spouting foppish nonsense. The sudden movement from the darker man got Eroica to shut up momentarily and stare into the green eyes of the man he claimed to love.
“Eroica, what the hell are you doing in my office and who the fuck even let you into this building?” Scowling fiercely Klaus looked as Eroica’s fingers slowly played with a curl of his long sunny coloured hair. Those damnably long lashes fluttered softly closed hiding behind them two pools of cornflower blue. As soon as they had closed they fluttered open again.
“Well, darling. Your dear boss was on his way out and let me in to see you. Isn’t that wonderful? Then I just walked here. It’s not like I don’t know my way around, my love.” Klaus snorted and watched as Eroica kept on flirting with him. This was not the first time Klaus had seen the other man batting his lashes and making suggestive things with that bloody mop of hair he had. Men should not behave like that. Bloody effeminate.
“And? Why are you here?” Klaus took a long drag from his cigarette and blew out the smoke. The familiarity of it calmed him and made him concentrate on less distracting things. Like the report he had been writing before he had been rudely interrupted. He let his fingers trace the paper lying on the tabletop.
If possible, the smile on Dorian’s face widened. “Well, I got to thinking that you are German.” Klaus rolled his eyes. Had the fop finally lost it? “And since you are German, you must like Wurst, right?” Suspiciously Klaus stared at the man before him. “Every German likes sausage. It’s like a law of the nature!” The breezy laugh from Eroica made tread fill Klaus’s mind. This was not going to end well. But Klaus would not provoke the thief and stayed silent.
“I just realized that I have a very nice and juicy sausage to offer to you.” The grin on the blond man’s face widened even more and some small giggles passed his full lips. For a while nothing happened. Then, to Dorian’s great amusement Klaus’s face turned green, then white and finally red from anger. The muscular body shook with rage and Dorian turned on his heels to make a hasty retreat.
“You… You… YOU WANKER!” Klaus grabbed the first thing his fingers came into contact with and hurled the stapler at the bloody idiot’s head. Dorian dove for the door handle, pulled open the door and whirled into safety of the other room. From inside of Klaus’s office could be heard shouted obscenities and occasional thuds from random pieces of furniture hitting the closed door.
All the eyes of the Alphabet’s had been lowered and everyone tried to look busy while still glancing towards the door in fear. Dorian leaned to the wall and sighed. Well, not like he had thought that it would work, but still. It would be nice if Klaus would even once look at him with more than hatred.