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[never have more ominous words been spoken, indeed. Luke can practically feel his blood run cold, though he does his best to stay calm and collected.]

That won't be necessary.

[his schedule, huh... Kleken at least thinks he's thought this through, he'll give him that. of course, just because he has a "clear schedule" doesn't mean he needs to stay here.]

Nevertheless, I'll be on my way. Thank you for your consideration on this matter.

[he just... has to slip past Kleken where he is between him and the door. definitely not a calculated maneuver on the aurorian's part. truly.]

[ Whatever do you mean, Kleken's simply decided to take a spot in the most convenient place in the room. His tentacles as well, are simply spreading themselves out stretch after a long day. Nothing at all like he's up to something nefarious and it involves keeping Luke trapped in this room. ]

Hmm, do you have somewhere else to be? A shame, I was hoping you'd join me for a drink. Then you'll be free to be on your way.

Of course. There are things that must be done, regardless if whether or not my schedule is full, as you put it.

[nothing nefarious, sure. He glances to the wine glass as Kleken mentions it, lips pressing together. If it was most anyone else, he would be less worried...]

I rarely imbibe, you realise. It tends to be a poor choice for me.

[is that true? Maybe, but he's mostly dancing around admitting his suspicion. Delicate steps take him toward the exit—and, more unfortunately, toward those tentacles. Surely he can find a way to step around them, right? Surely. ]

Surely you could handle a small glass.

[ A new glass is offered with much less wine in it, as if it'd been prepared ahead of time for this exact protest. What a coincidence! ]

[ It's a similar sort of coincidence that those tentacles are bringing out a possibly familiar rope from the depths of Kleken's coat, waggling it before quickly tucking it away again before it can be snatched away. Normal behavior. ]

I must insist.

[Kleken, one of these days he's going to strangle you. Possibly with that rope, because what the fuck, actually???]

... must you. [He's not sure if he's more annoyed by Kleken teasing that rope into view or the demand of a drink. Getting out of here... the more Kleken talks, the less likely it seems.] fine. I'll have a small amount.

[are the chances of drugging too high to be comfortable? Yes, completely. But maybe he can avoid Actually swallowing any to minimise possible dangers.]

[ He would deserve it, honestly. Even he knows that's a very real possibility and it'd be a direct result of his own actions. But that's not going to stop him anyway. ]

[ Thus with all the innocence of a guilty man who has no idea what threat Luke may be referencing, he smiles. ]

Must I what?

[ The glass is immediately offered at the agreement though, and yes, it most certainly is drugged because why would Kleken ever play fair? A potent aphrodisiac that's stronger when inhaled over when consumed- a rather expensive investment but his curiosity thought it well worth the price. Especially when he's equally curious about how a certain mercenary would react to it. ]

Do let me know if you'd like more.

[He doesn't bother to answer, since his deadpan words had really just been in response to Kleken's insistence. Maybe also because he doesn't think the other really cares what he'd say anyway.]

I won't need any more.

[this said with emphasis, he taps his clawed fingers against the glass, considering his next move. The scent of the drink is almost cloyingly sweet to his nose, coating his senses almost immediately. That's... not good, he's sure. Shaking off the feeling, he sighs, unaware of the fact that he's affecting himself worse for it just yet.]

What did you expect to talk about, when you arranged this inconvenience?

To get to know you better, I suppose. We're certainly not in any sort of relationship to be sharing drinks together at the moment, don't you think?

[ To say such a thing while shamelessly inviting the man to share a drink with him is... Well. It's certainly Kleken-coded to do. ]

[ His eyes follow Luke's expression, what of it he can see through that mask of his, and his tentacles remain firmly in place until Luke takes a drink. Mainly so the man wouldn't suspect that the delivery of the drug was via a different method. ]

We could start with what sort of hobbies you do have.

And yet you demanded this anyway.

[It's definitely very like him. In the end, Luke takes a mild sip of the drink; he's no lightweight, so he isn't worried for that much.

The question earns a raised brow, basically invisible behind his mask.]

... I care for bugs, and I also paint. Much of my time is far too busy for hobbies, though.

Wouldn't you like to have a closer relationship?

[ They both already know the answer to that particular question. Even before their little run in, it was probably a resounding no. Still, shamelessness in the face of all was his specialty. ]

[ And he did manage to pull an interesting little tidbit out of the man that he hadn't expected to get. ]

You paint?

I don't see a particularly notable benefit to that closer relationship.

[Kleken benefits from Luke's polite measure, at least. He could have easily left it at "no." "Hell no," even.

The sensation of hunger is sudden and concerning, but not completely unexpected. He's taken only one or two drinks, so he expects the feeling to settle soon enough.]

Yes. I've painted a few portraits and other memorial images. You may have seen a few around the markets on Umbraton.

[throb. his core aches abruptly, and he subsequently ignores it.]

I think of myself as someone rife with benefits.

[ That much is factually true, as someone with such a high standing in the Istvan Gang. The corresponding negative to having a close relationship with Kleken is literally everything about the man himself that makes him a pain to deal with in any capacity if your name wasn't Istvan. ]

[ Speaking of horrible decisions, Kleken swirls his own glass and takes a slow sip- he'd drugged his own drink as well, though with one not nearly as fast-acting nor powerful as the one he'd given Luke. Why? Because why not. ]

I'll have to keep a closer eye out then. It'd be rather nice, to own a portion of your work in my room.

Of which I believe I already qualify for.

[similarly factually true, as someone with a high standing with the Istvan Gang. Of course... that same connection has also sort of gotten him into this mess...

Taking another sip of his own drink, he considers the merits of downing the rest so that he can flee. It's not like him, normally, but—despite the way he's ignoring the growing ache and nursing that slowly, it's almost dizzying.]

I hadn't taken you for a—collector.

[Ah. That's absolutely him losing track of his thoughts, pupils dilating as stirred desire wraps around specific words Kleken speaks (alarming, in his lucidity—Luke can't imagine a time he would condone someone being "owned," so why did the thought appear, and so strongly at that?). He... needs to get out of here. As such, he does tip the barely full glass up to finish it.]

... but I really should be going.

Oh, not all of them. Not yet.

[ Ominous words that add one more red flag to Kleken's hefty pile of them. That Kleken's eyes are following Luke's every movement could also be worrying, when the man tends to favor coy glances away during a conversation. ]

Oh, I'm not. But perhaps I could start.

[ The only thing Kleken collects is wine, and that isn't a well-known secret. There have been those in the past who have tried to bribe their way into the conman's good graces with a fine bottle of wine, only to fall into ruin and their bottle ending up in Kleken's possession anyway. Was that collecting wine at that point, or trophies of ruined families... ]

[ Best not to dwell. Especially when Luke seems to be coming up on... other problems. ]

You're in quite the rush. Do you have somewhere to be? I had hoped to take more of you... ah, that is, your time while you were here.

If I don't qualify for them, then they aren't needed for me.

[His head is swimming a little now, aware of Kleken's gaze but unable to do anything to try and mitigate it. The other makes his thoughtful little suggestion and it does nothing to help Luke's mental state. Drug addles his reason, slowly wrapping him in a cocoon of indulgent desire.]

Unfortunately, as I mentioned... my time is quite limited, yes. You've already taken most of what I have to give.

[setting the glass down, he can feel himself trembling, just a little. Then he bends to rise again, pressing his fingers along the bridge of his nose as if to rattle his mind back into logic.]

How unfortunate that you think so.

[ He stands then, and while he may be at equal height to Luke, he certainly doesn't present quite as broad a figure as he does (though even then they are both still relatively twinks-). That's fine though, his tentacles more than make up for space-taking ability, and they linger close behind Kleken's back as he walks toward Luke. ]

[ Emboldened just a tad after taking in Luke's state, he reaches out to touch his fingertips to the other man's chest. ]

I had hoped for just a little more of it.

[They may indeed be similarly sized, with Luke just a bit more substantial—but under the circumstances the mercenary is already looking a little smaller than usual. He's alert at the way Kleken moves, peering up at him from his seat with every step forward. Ominous, yes... but there's something so satisfying in the display of confidence.]

You— [His pulse flutters as cool fingertips find his chest, the light pressure sending his mind into wondering at his plans... how much of this did he decide in advance, anyway...?] You would have to make a compelling case, Kleken. What more time could you hope for?

[His hand reaches to brush away the one at his chest, falling to ignore the desperation every point of contact raises in his belly. He's already lost his footing, but he's trying desperately to hide it despite knowing he likely can't.]

[ If Luke knew how much planning and coordination Kleken had done to get this 'chance meeting' in place... ]

[ Well. Let's just say it's better if Luke didn't know. ]

[ When he isn't immediately mauled by whatever counter-defensive measures Luke could have chosen to employ, he remains emboldened. Enough to turn his hand to catch Luke's shift in his fingers and tug him closer, bringing them further eye to eye as his tone drops to a dangerously seductive hum. ]

A second time.

[ His words are incredibly vague, but he's sure Luke knows exactly what he's referring to. ]

To satisfy that need you and I had. Properly.

Kleken—

[It's far less of a warning than he wants it to sound. Pulled forward, with the odd scent of the other man tickling his nose as they come face to face, he struggles to keep from shivering at the way breath intermingles. The way that seductive tone holds his attention.

He's not even held in place yet, but he's forgotten to retaliate as arousal courses through him and every word sinks in. to satisfy that need...]

... don't be ridiculous, Kleken. [He still hasn't forgotten how they all felt, slithering in past where they belonged, nestling and nuzzling from the inside—] Why would I want to let you violate me again?

[His fingers curl around Kleken's wrist, but they're still trembling a little as the thought settles in his mind. Why, indeed, does he want to let himself be "violated?" Much of it is the aphrodisiac he's now exceedingly sure is coursing through his body, but...]

Oh, I couldn't imagine why anyone would want me to violate them. It would be quite the odd thing to request.

[ Though he doesn't look away from Luke's face, his tentacles pick up on those minute tremors of the other man's body. Catch the way he seems to be leaning more and more into the temptation that Kleken sets before him. He needs only draw the man further into his trap. ]

Pleasure, on the other hand, I believe I could provide. To fill that ache you hold within your body, to be bred within an inch of your sanity.

[ Though he unhooks his fingers from Luke's shirt, he remains leaned in, his breath blowing warm against the other man's skin. ]

That, I believe. I could do for you if you wanted it.

[hearing the words stirs every part of him Luke is desperately trying to calm and ignore. His mask does no good at hiding the flicker of interest in his gaze, drug-addled mind fluttering back to the memory. To wondering how much sweeter it would feel while his arms aren't tied down to a chair and his body can arch and squirm, when tentacles can nestle freely in every hole—]

I— [He has to force the words, body already too hot and needy to listen to any attempts to make it move.] I don't need that...

[Oh, but he wants it. Enough that he has to press his thighs together, trying to soothe the empty feeling and hide the bulge straining his pants.]

Ugh... [breathy, hot, his head dips dangerously as swimming through the haze of desire becomes impossible.] What—did you drug me with, you bastard? I can't—feel my legs.

[well, he can sort of feel them... it's just that they're hot and sensitive and even his clothing feels like it's squeezing them unbearably tight.]

[ Kleken's quick to catch on to that choice of words, continues his persistence with his usual annoying wordplay. ]

You may not need it right now, but you want it.

[ He reaches up with a delicate touch, to the mask that sits as a barrier between Kleken and Luke's face. He can read every emotion flickering through his eyes, but he'd much rather get off the literal and proverbial mask- and have Luke let him. ]

Don't you?

[ The question about his choice of drugs is answered with an easy hum, his other hand falling to Luke's abdomen, tracing the tips of his fingers over the same spot he did once before in their last encounter. The area they both know Kleken's tentacles can reach when they tried. ]

It was just a little wine that would help ease your inhibitions. I didn't expect you to be such a light drinker.

[There's something that feels... unpleasantly docile about his mind right now, eyes betraying how right Kleken is. The more they talk, the more his body heats up, and the more ragged his breaths become. A hand rises to brush away the one at his mask, but it's a weak protest at best.]

I don't—

[fingers trace over his abdomen and his breath hitches, free hand reaching out to grasp Kleken's shirt around a shoulder.]

I'm not a light drinker, so don't lie to me. [another twinge of desire wracks through him then, cock throbbing impatiently.] why—do you want my body so badly, anyway?

[He doesn't expect an answer he'll believe, but that's not the point. Talking is helping him keep a thread of sanity when all he wants is to snatch that hand up and guide it between his thighs.]

I don't—want to do anything here. [Is this giving in? Definitely.] Not in a chair again—nngh.

[ That's it, do give in to the pleasure. Though he might inwardly wish he'd been able to seduce the man without the use of drugs, he's also aware that some negotiations require multiple meetings to advance in any meaningful manner. Plus, he'd kind of fucked the man against his will into a chair and that was perhaps not the best way to start off any sexual relationship. Even though he thought the sex had been amazin- ]

I think we're quite compatible in bed.

[ The fingers against Luke's abdomen begin to trace lower, down to linger over his waistband as Kleken's eyes trail down for a moment before looking back up, a smile of unbelievable innocence painted on his lips. ]

So I'd like to see if that's true or not on more neutral terms.

[ There is nothing neutral about the current scenario. ]

[ Kleken's gaze casts around the room as well in a show of consideration for their surroundings. Perhaps he really should have lured the man into a spare bedroom, but he'd also been quite sure the mercenary leader would have walked straight out of the room the second he saw a bed in there. Alas, he'd gone for a meeting room with a meeting table as the focal point. There was a loveseat in the room... ]

On the table then?

[ Was that really any better than a chair- ]

[he won't get Luke to admit it was amazing under threat of death—

but Kleken does get the soft tremble of muscle in response to the trailing of fingers. it's enough to make him shiver, fingers curling to stop himself from moving too much into it.]

... these aren't any more neutral than the last.

[don't worry, he'll clarify that himself. but he's already given in to the suggestion, glancing to the table when it's mentioned. honestly, the loveseat isn't even that far away—]

That's not— [his breath hitches as a fresh wave of arousal courses through him, finally reaching out to grab Kleken's arm as he shifts toward standing. it won't be a pleasant act, with how much his body aches and his legs feel like jelly, but it's all he can think to do to push toward soothing the feeling. every part of his skin feels sensitive, head swimming.] ... fine, if that's the only option. We'll discuss suitable... reparations for this later.

[intent on using the other to rise, his free hand shifts to deal with the closure of his pants, biting back a whine at how just the shift of fabric makes him want more.]

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