Never-Finished Fic: Eroica Undercover BDSM, Klaus/Dorian
I think I wrote most of this in comments or an email somewhere. My notes at the top of it say, "Invert the whole thing--make D sneaky and manipulative--not an amateur, but playing one--underscores the implied criticism."
Also: Klaus gets Dorian away, upstairs into a private room.
Dorian knows enough to keep quiet until the door is closed and locked, and then Klaus' lips are against his ear.
"Video and audio," Klaus murmurs in his ear, and steps back.
"What should I call you?" Dorian asks.
"'Sir' will do, unless you think I'm worthy of 'Master.'"
Dorian nods. "Yes, sir."
Klaus looks Dorian up and down. "You're wearing perfume."
Dorian tries his best charming smile. "Just a little rose oil. Sir."
"I don't like it," Klaus says sharply. "Go take a shower. I want you clean."
***
Dorian left the other subs and took a drink to Klaus. He set it carefully on the table and sank to his knees in a posture of perfect submission at Klaus' side.
"Are you thirsty?" Klaus asked him after an eternity of verbal jousting.
"Yes, sir."
Klaus looked down at him with a considering look. Then he dipped two fingers in his drink and held them out to Dorian. Dorian obediently opened his mouth and let Klaus push his fingers into it. Only a few drops of liquid made it down his throat, but having Klaus' fingers in his mouth made him shiver.
Klaus' thumb stroked along his cheek as he drew his fingers away. Klaus cradled Dorian's head with one hand and used the other to bring the glass to Dorian's lips. Dorian nearly stopped breathing as he drank from Klaus' glass.
Also: Klaus gets Dorian away, upstairs into a private room.
Dorian knows enough to keep quiet until the door is closed and locked, and then Klaus' lips are against his ear.
"Video and audio," Klaus murmurs in his ear, and steps back.
"What should I call you?" Dorian asks.
"'Sir' will do, unless you think I'm worthy of 'Master.'"
Dorian nods. "Yes, sir."
Klaus looks Dorian up and down. "You're wearing perfume."
Dorian tries his best charming smile. "Just a little rose oil. Sir."
"I don't like it," Klaus says sharply. "Go take a shower. I want you clean."
***
Dorian left the other subs and took a drink to Klaus. He set it carefully on the table and sank to his knees in a posture of perfect submission at Klaus' side.
"Are you thirsty?" Klaus asked him after an eternity of verbal jousting.
"Yes, sir."
Klaus looked down at him with a considering look. Then he dipped two fingers in his drink and held them out to Dorian. Dorian obediently opened his mouth and let Klaus push his fingers into it. Only a few drops of liquid made it down his throat, but having Klaus' fingers in his mouth made him shiver.
Klaus' thumb stroked along his cheek as he drew his fingers away. Klaus cradled Dorian's head with one hand and used the other to bring the glass to Dorian's lips. Dorian nearly stopped breathing as he drank from Klaus' glass.