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Klaus x luther

When they got to the club, Luther felt regret.

The bass from the music inside could be heard three blocks away. The outside was painted black, and the paint was chipping. The windows were tinted and the sign that hung above the building was bright pink and fluorescent. "Club L" it said, and a small sticker of a penis had been slapped to the bottom of the sign (this was most likely from a customer but Luther couldn't really be sure).

The bouncer looked Luther up and down. He was built hardily, large arms that were painted with tattoos, and had a golden ring in one ear. He sneered at Luther but his face lit up when he saw Klaus.

"Heya darlin'. How're you honey?" the bouncer cooed.

Klaus hummed. "Pretty good Lenny, how about you?"

Lenny simply chuckled and slapped Klaus' ass, making him jump and chirp. Luther felt a pit in his stomach.

"This your...uh..." the bouncer asked, looking Luther up and down once more.

"I'm his brother." Luther said, smiling anxiously.

Lenny looked taken-aback. He looked at Klaus who was smiling sheepishly.

"He wanted to party." Klaus chuckled, shrugging.

"Well, you two have fun." Lenny said smiling, eyes trained on Luther as they walked inside.

Inside was even louder than the outside. The rank smells of sweat, booze, weed, and cheap cologne pierced Luther's nose. It was dim except for the neon lights that shot around the room. The bar was large and there were sitting spaces strewn about the corners of the room with couches and glass tables. The dance floor was filled with squirming, grinding bodies. The sight of it made Luther feel strange.

"Well? Lets dance, King Kong!" Klaus cackled, dragging Luther by the hand into the sea of people.

Klaus was electric on the dance floor. His body jerked and jirated, he thrust his hips and shook his ass, he grinded up against nearly every guy on the dance floor. Luther stood, doing an awkward half-dance, watching Klaus.

Klaus eventually dragged him to the bar after what seemed like hours, chugging down a Long Island iced tea, and pushing one towards Luther.

"I'll take a break, watch your bag and be here to get a water ready for you." Luther said.

"Your loss." Klaus huffed before rushing back to the dance floor.

Luther couldn't take his eyes off Klaus. He looked down at his drink for a moment, taking a sip. When he looked back up his heart caught in his throat.

Klaus was taking a guy by the hand down a hall towards the bathroom. The guy was an average joe: short brown hair, white tank-top, jeans, sneakers. Luther looked at the drink, then back to them as the men's bathroom door closed behind them.

His mind was instantly filled with the worse outcomes: what if he drugged Klaus? Killed him? Kidnapped him? Or worse...

"I'm just keeping an eye on him." Luther stated to himself.

He stopped at the outside of the bathroom door and stood, leaning up against the wall. He fiddled with the straps on Klaus' bag. That's when he heard it.

A guttural moan came from the bathroom and made Luther jump. He looked towards the door and heard a grunt come from inside. He could feel himself sweating.

It's just hot in here. Luther thought to himself. They probably don't have an air system in here. Or anything else for that matter. Hell, nothing in this building is probably up to code-