You all knew this was coming.

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Mayfield Kink Meme 4.0
♥ Oh, hello, Mayfield. Is it me you're looking for? ♥

Even if it isn't, it should be! We haven't had a kink meme in entirely too long and I distinctly remember interest being shown when I brought it up over plurk some time ago. Only, a post never materialized -- until now. I am taking matters into my own hands, because dammit,

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Lines 3/?

[anonymous]

"I believe I told you to shut up. For that matter, I also told you to get out."

The creature looks at him with a quirked brow, then stands, walking forward with a jaunty gait.

"You cannot make me do anything, Baron. You cannot order me, and you cannot punish me because really, you'd be hurting him. It's a delicious little problem, isn't it? You can't let me run wild, but you can't stop me. Why, I could do whatever I goddamn wanted right now and all you'd be able to do would be yell at me. And you know, I'm getting better at tuning you out."

For a moment they both stand stock-still, sizing each other up, neither the least bit interested in backing away. Klaus can see the metaphorical gears turning in the creature's head, can see his mind flitting through his various options. He expects perhaps a quip, a shove, something aggressive but not quite bad enough to warrant more Sparky rage. Something to push the envelope.

What he does not expect is for those hands to move to his chest and merely rest there for a moment, as though the other man is expecting them to be pushed away. When they aren't, emboldened, he slides them up all the way into Klaus's hair and pulls him down (he's surprisingly strong, for someone so slender) into a kiss. It isn't the sort of kiss Klaus is used to from these lips: it's hungry, angry, all clashing and biting and frankly, exactly the sort of thing he expected from a creature created solely as an anthropomorphic representation of confidence corrupted into aggression and sadism.

He doesn't want to think about the fact that his immediate reaction was not to pull away, or the fact that it takes him another few moments to disengage the creature's hands from his hair and take several steps back.

"No."

"Why not? It's only the body you're enamored with anyway. So long as I've got the clockwork, what do you care?" The creature smirks, adjusts its glasses and fixes Klaus with a knowing stare. "That's all you want, the only reason you find him attractive. He's just a machine to be fixed, to you."

Is that true? It certainly isn't a good sign that Klaus has to stop momentarily and think about it. The creature, seeing him pause, presses on.

"If you're really honest with yourself, the only reason you pay him so much attention is because of me, isn't it? I'm a challenge. I am what you want. Without me, he'd just be boring old Ples Tibenoch, nervous wreck, social failure, afraid to even step outside his goddamn house without me there to kick him in the ass, and you wouldn't look twice. But he has me, which means he has the clockwork, which makes him desirable." He presses closer insistently, movements slick, like a cat. "But he'll never let you do what you really want, will he?" His mouth quirks in a sympathetic pout. "Oh, no. You're not allowed to work on his gears except to align them. You're not allowed to talk to me, ever! How frightfully boring. He'll never give you that. You talk about a willing handing over of control like it's a possibility! Hah! Oh, no. Not from him."

Suddenly he's stepping back, turning away, hands behind his back: the perfect businessman.

"But perhaps he doesn't have to know."