Klaus' plans to tie up Stefan in his fancy dungeon are halted by Stefan's ridiculous hang-ups.
Stefan pulled back from Klaus just enough to say, "What's the hold up?"
Klaus shoved him up against the door before digging a hand into his pocket. "Finding the key," he said before he started to kiss Stefan again. However, his aim was off and his lips landed on Stefan's cheek instead of his lips.
"You just really aren't good at multitasking, are you?" Stefan said as Klaus attempted to jam the key he finally found into the lock while sucking on Stefan's neck. Head rolling back, Stefan caught a glimpse of the key in Klaus' hand. "I think you have it upside down."
Klaus dropped the key on the ground, grabbed the handle, and yanked the door off is hook. "Now, I just need to find a gag."
"I don't remember agreeing - "
Stefan was cut off with the application of Klaus' tongue in his mouth. His shoulders were grabbed and he was backed up into the room and to the nearest surface he could be slammed over.
After said slamming, Klaus looked down with a very smug look on his face. "Stay exactly as you are while I fetch some necessary tools."
"Should I feel insulted that you aren't fully prepared?" Stefan asked as Klaus got off him and walked over to a chest Stefan would bet cash money on coming from a pirate ship he'd sunk himself. He sat up in order to get a good look at the dungeon that Klaus has spent the past two years bragging about.
It gave him pause.
"What."
Klaus walked over to Stefan, arms filled with chains, "I suppose I'll need to fetch a crop."
"This room," Stefan said. He pointed aimlessly at the walls.
"Well, yes," Klaus said. "As you know, I'm a patron of the arts. I suggest you bend back over the table before I'm forced to remind you which one of us is stronger here."
"Against my better judgment, I agreed to letting to doing this in your own personal dungeon - "
"Elijah's is more suited to things I usually do you, but he hasn't acquired the taste for this," Klaus said so reasonably, one might forget he was talking about fucking his lover in his brother's personalized dungeon. He pushed Stefan back down on his back and grabbed one of his wrists.
Stefan yanked his hand back. "I'm not going to have sex with you in your brother's dungeon!" He scooted back, wary of hungry look in Klaus' eyes and was he was brought back to the main crisis at hand when his shoulder brushed against a particularly boner killing picture from the corner of his left eye. "And I'm not going to let you tie me up surrounded by - " Stefan lacked the words to describe what was papering the walls an otherwise tastefully decorated torture chamber.
Klaus' face soften considerably as he pointed to one picture. The frame was almost certainly an antique. It complemented the childish drawing of a man very well. The color of the brown crayon wax that outlined his form matched the aged wood perfectly. "Sometimes, when I set my eyes on that one, a tear comes to my eyes."
"Your daughter drew it," Stefan said.
"Yes," Klaus said, not bothering to hide his pride. "Someday, wars will be fought over which nation has the rights to hold these priceless artifacts in their best museums."
