You're My Kinda Guy

(( PAC / OT / Indie RP blog, open to all! )) Howdy y'all, My name is Klaus Dixon, and I'm just making my own lil way through Hoenn. I ain't goin on some big ol Pokemon journey, but hey, never hurts to keep track of things that go on round you, does it?

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horse people are spectacular to listen to bc they love to go on about the “trust” between horses and people and it’s just enchanting. I leave that conversation completely mesmerized by the idea that a person actually trusts  one of those fucking demon creatures when you can see it on their face that there is no life or love in their eyes. horses are the ready vessels of a vengeful, hateful god and we should leave them to eat the fucking ground in peace

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Either twin x Klaus in any fashion, centaur western au :)))

“SPLIT UP! IT’S OUR ONLY SHOT AT THIS!”

Those were the last words that Drake had heard before Vixen had taken off into the desert. He knew this was their hiding place.

But she wasn’t here.

Drake’s heart stopped as he dismounted the black stallion. Knelt in the dirt before the wooden shed and wondered what he was going to do. He couldn’t accept this fate. He couldn’t accept this.

In the shock and grief that coursed through him, Drake didn’t hear the padding hoofbeats of the centaur until it was too late.

Drake spun around, confronted with the brown and white body of a Clydesdale, huge hooves that could pound his face into a million bloody shards. The man’s face was as broad and square as the rest of his body, and the five pointed golden star on his chest made Drake freeze. He still lifted his revolver even though it was a futile gesture, and the centaur already had his out.

“Hey, hey now!” The man’s voice boomed. “Don’t you be doin’ somethin’ so stupid, boy.”

Drake started to shake, pulling the hammer back. There was no guarantee he could even kill the sheriff, and if he was here… Everyone else would be too.

But he could join his sister in hell.

Something shone in the centaur’s eyes, and to Drake’s bemusement, he padded a step closer. “… You. You’re… you’re the boy!”

Drake hesitated, his hellish resolve starting to falter. “What are you talking about—”

“The boy! And the girl! Your sister!” Klaus’ hoof dug into the ground. “Four years ago, it was my first big case… We heard shootin’ on a ranch outside of town, and me ‘n the other fillies ran for it! We thought it was a murder but…” Klaus came closer until Drake’s gun was an inch from his horse’s chest. “.. But the only thing we found was a shithole of a human man yellin’ at his kids. You n’ your sis… Barely grown up then, weren’t you?”

The shaking that coursed through Drake was something else entirely. The grip on his gun loosened, and Klaus’s fingers pushed the revolver out of his hand.

“You’ve been runnin’ all this time,” Klaus said, “Haven’t you?”

Drake felt his grip go slack. Rough hands lifted him by the shoulders, stood him up and brushed him off. “Mighty hell,” the centaur rumbled again. “That’s what all this bank robbin’ and thievin’ is about, isn’t it?”

Drake nodded, and felt his voice crack when he spoke. “I… I don’t know where Vixen is. We ran and split up, a-and—”

Klaus snorted, and it took him hardly any effort to lift the twig of a thief onto his back. “I saw your sister,” Klaus said. “And if we hurry, we can catch up to her an’ the boys ‘fore they lock her up.”

The centaur didn’t give the human time to respond before his hooves tore into the desert and he began to run.

He emphasized too well with these criminals.

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Don't chase the rabbit, coppah!

“Logan... Logan wake up.”  His mother said in a hushed whisper as she woke her son awake.  The young teen groggily rose in his bed and stared at his mom in confusion.  She was all dressed, a jacket on, a bag on her back.  

“Wh-... what’s going on?” Logan asked quietly.  It was the middle of the night, why was she waking him up?  

“Get dressed and come outside, be quiet though, okay hun?” She said softly, but the tinge of anxiety and fear came through as Logan’s mind started to wake up at well.  There were bruises across her face again.  

He opened his mouth to ask another question, but she shook her head and slipped out of the room.  He wasn’t going to not listen to her.  He threw on his usual clothes, though he did feel like there wasn’t a lot in his drawers.  Maybe more was dirty than he remembered.

Logan tiptoed out of his room and toward the front door.  He opened it, doing his best to keep it from creaking like it usually did.  He saw his mom and his rapidash, all saddled up with multiple bags on her strong frame.  

“What.. momma what’re ya doin’?” Logan asked, not sure what to feel, fear or excitement or uncertainty.  

“We’re leaving, I’m not letting him hurt you again, I’m done letting it happen..”  She said firmly, but the watery tone of tears threatened to cut in, “I’m going to be a better mother and get you out of here.  We’re going to Castelia, I’m sure someone can help us there.”

It didn’t take a moment and his was riding away with her to someplace better than where they had been for years.  He watched her hold the reins of his fiery mare as she carried them faster than she had ever ran before.  His mother had never been stronger than in that moment to him, she was the strongest person he would ever know, he was sure of it.

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Miles and Tony, fallout au also Locke and Klaus, same au

Miles / Tony - Fallout AU

A small sneeze woke them both.The redheaded Khan groggily pushed himself up onto his elbows as he tried to twitch his nose in an attempt to ease the itch. Sand always worked it’s way into unwanted places and having dusty snot wasn’t exactly uncommon. Miles wiped his nose with the back of his hand and glanced over to his partner as the man rubbed his eyes. A ratty unzipped sleeping bag covered them both enough to be called “modest”, but it wasn’t a mystery that they were naked. Scars littered their bodies, along with crude tattoos and several track marks that were a few days old. Tony grumbled and coughed once to clear his throat. Neither of them had gotten much sleep and it was still fairly early. The sky was smudged with hues of purple as the sun just began to peek over the horizon. “Hey Boo…” The pointy man flopped his weight onto Miles as his arms intentionally gave out. Normally the ginger would have wrapped his arms around the other Khan and held him close, but instead he was a touch distracted. “…Are you digging in your ass?”“We are NOT fuckin’ out here again! Sand! Sand everywhere! Shit, I don’t care if my brother walks in on us again! Ugh—!” A loud snort escaped Tony as he flopped back into the sand that had been warmed from their bodies. “I dunno, Miles. Keep the sand there and maybe I’ll find a pearl next time. I bet that’d get some decent caps.” His laughter ceased as soon as a handful of sand hit him in the face.

Klaus / Locke - Fallout AU

“Hey gent, dance with me!” “Absolutely not.” Locke’s eyes flicked up from the half destroyed literature he’d picked up during their travels. Some of the pages were burnt and the ink was worn, but he got the gist of the tale being told. It was something to distract from the scratchy radio at the bare minimum.“Aw c’mon! You were some fancy shit before, I bet you knew how to dance!” The self proclaimed sheriff held his hand out expectantly to the older man as his bright green eyes seemed to sparkle at the idea of sharing a dance. “Before…” Locke swallowed hard against the bomb collar strapped to his neck. Before he was the hick’s captive audience for his travels. Honestly, how he’d gone from renowned chem dealer to a glorified pet still had him tossing and turning at night. “I knew how to, yes.”“Which means ya ain’t forgot,” Klaus wiggled his hand to emphasize his impatience. It was a good song! “I have no desire to dance. Dancing is generally a happy past time, mm?” He just wanted to read, pick at whatever dead roasted animal they had left and fall asleep on the edge of the camp where his collar wouldn’t be set off in a chorus of beeps. A small sigh escaped Klaus before he flipped the book out of the other man’s long fingers. “My page!”“Probably a shit read anyway,” He snagged the hand that was outstretched for the book and quickly pulled the chem dealer off of his feet. Locke shrieked at the abrupt action and bumped into the hick’s chest as he found his balance. “One song?”“Such a child…” Locke growled and glared up at the man who wore a cheeky grin. Larger hands wrapped around him; one around his own hand and the other gently squeezing at his waist. A displeased huff escaped Locke as he set his free hand on Klaus’ shoulder. “One song.”“When we are dancing. And you’re dangerously near me, I get ideas, I get ideas! I want to hold you! So much closer than I dare do! I want to scold you, cause I care more than I care to…” The radio hummed. 

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don't chase the bunners!!!! (chase the bunners)

Logan sighed as he walked out to the large porch of his home.  The air was crisp and cool and the ranch seemed so calm.  The horses grazed, the fire of the ponyta and rapidash flickered like lanterns.  It was one of his favorite times to sit alone and watch the stars.

Plus avoiding his dad’s drunken attitude made it all the better

The freckled preteen walked out across the gross, intending to hide around one of the barns, farther out than his dad was usually willing to stumble.  However the soft twangs of music caught his attention.  They seemed far off, but it was close enough to hear among the other noises of the night. 

Logan hopped on Lee’s back and directed the mare in the direction of the music, the faint sound of his dad’s yelling faded as the music grew stronger.  The ponyta rounded on one of the barns and stopped short of the door.  Logan gave her a pat and got off to investigate the inside.

He could hear a soft humming with the rustic strums, it sounded so soothing.  Logan looked around a corner to see his mom sitting with a guitar in one of the stalls that held a rather calm looking tauros.  

“Momma?” He questioned, which made he jolt slightly and stop to look at her son.

“Logan?  You should be in bed soon, you have school tomorrow..” She said with concern.

“Dad’s drinkin’.. I wouldn’t have slept in the house anyways..” He sighed out.

Carmen frowned and patted the hay near her for him to come sit down.  The boy all too excitedly followed her lead and sat, staring at the giutar, “I didn’t know you could play an instrument.”

“Mm, I have some secrets, hun.” She chuckled, “It’s always been calming to me..”  Carmen looked to her son who seemed to have stars in his eyes as bright as the ones in the sky that night.  A warm smile graced her face, “Do you want me to show you how to play?”

“Yeah!”

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Don't chase the rabbit

“Shit Logan, what’d I tell ya about ridin’ that horse so recklessly?!” Quint yelled down to his son.

Logan didn’t look up, his back pressed against the wall as he attempted to look as small as he could.  Hot tears pricked at his eyes as he got berated for an accident.  His face ached and body, he knew he’d be going to school with bruises.. again.

“I’m sorry dad!  I didn’t mean t—” Logan got cut off as strong, rough finger snatched his sore face and forced him to stare his father in the eyes as he knelt down.  The preteen’s eyes went wide as he stared into those harsh eyes.

“Didn’t mean to?  Y’didn’t mean to start a barn fire running Lee where ya weren’t supposed to?!  I’ve told ya to keep her with the other horses!” Quint yelled before he slapped Logan across the face.

Before the kid could react there was another snap through the air of dad getting slapped as well, by his mom of all people.  Logan stared up at his momma, tears in her eyes but rage across every other feature.

“I’m tired of you doing this Quint!  Stop it!  Logan said it was an accident!” Carmen yelled at the man she married but couldn’t remember ever loving.

“An accident?  That fuckin’ accident burned down half that barn!  He was lucky none’a the tauros got permanent damage!”

They bickered and yelled back and forth, Logan’s eyes flicking between them, not being able to do a thing.  His mom shouldn’t be doing this!  She didn’t burn the barn down, it was his fault!  His dad’s anger didn’t need to get directed at her.  However when his dad smacked her across the face, Logan couldn’t watch.  In an instant he was up, his fist cracking against his dad’s face with all the power he could muster.  

He couldn’t remember what Quint had said as he pounded Logan’s head into the wall.  All he could feel was throbbing pain as he blacked out to the faint sound of his mother’s voice yelling.  He hoped she was okay.

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frecklesandbiceps replied to your post:Don't chase the rabbit

(( he just made a contract with satan with that burn ))

(( THE CONTRACT IS SEALED MORTAL CHILD /whinnies ))

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Don't chase the rabbit

There she was.  Beautiful, young, and entirely on fire.  Logan could barely contain his excitement as he stood on the fence so he could see and waited for his dad to bring her around.  A ponyta!  No not just any ponyta, she was his!  The kid was grinning like an idiot, a tooth or two missing from his smile.

“She looks so cool!” He said with the utmost excitement as he hopped inside the fence.

“Yeah, she looks cool, but she ain’t, don’t burn yerself.” Quint said sternly, “Ya burn yerself I’m takin’ her back to the breeder.  They already said I could, guess she’s been a feisty filly.”

Logan didn’t give his father’s words much mind and was already attempting to pet the fiery mane the little horse had.  He squeaked out a sound of pain and pulled back, hiding his hand in a bundle of his shirt.  The freckled boy yelped in surprise as he got smacked upside the head.

“What’d I just tell ya Logan?  Christ almighty... Yer gonna get brain damage from her stompin’ on ya or somethin’, I wouldn’t be surprised.  Be careful.”  Quint growled out.

Logan frowned as his dad walked off to go tend to ranch work, muttering under his breath.  The filly stared at the boy with curiosity as strong as the own Logan had in his eyes.

“I’m gonna name ya.. hm.. I’m gonna name ya Lee!” Logan decided with gusto.

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(( I started this like 2 months ago and I just finished it tonight, gg no re myself.

Anyways sprite edit of Klaus based off of the sailor battle splash image in ORAS.  Lookit them muscles. ))

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Little Less Conversation | Klaus

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Quick wasn’t the word he’d ever use to describe the cop’s intelligence, but the heir was far too drunk to articulate his insult so opted to roll his eyes instead. It was a bit hard to think with the hick’s large hands still pawing and grabbing and squeezing at him like some horny teenager anyway. A huff left Locke and he pushed Klaus back by his chest when he said he wouldn’t carry him. Fine! He didn’t want to be hauled around like a bride anyway!

Locke groaned and bit down on his tongue as the stubborn fingers refused to pry away from his hips. “I can fucking walk, let go.” He grumbled at the southerner and gave another hearty push before he hopped down from the table he’d been set on. Instantly his knees threatened to buckle as he misjudged his level of intoxication and handle of balance. The man caught himself in the knick of time and clung to the table as Klaus went to fetch his booze. When he trotted back over like a proud dog the heir snagged it and took another swig of the vile drink. “Bluh…it tastes like glue…” He cleared his throat and was instantly swept over with another wave of disorientation. “Lead…lead the way.” He blinked hard to try and settle the wiggling lines everything seemed to be made of.

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“Glue?  Yer rude as all hell ain’t ya, I made th’shit myself.  It’s strong like good booze should be.” Klaus scoffed, rather offended before he took another drink of the whiskey and his cares were washed away.  Locke could say what he want, he knew he made good stuff.  The cop stuffed the flask away and smirked at the other.

“Sure thing darlin’” Another mockingly used pet name came from him as he started to walk toward the inside of the Inn.  He grabbed Locke’s hand as he did so, dragging the intoxicated brit in the proper direction.  However he stopped at something that wasn’t the front desk.  

“Wait, wait, we need some’a the robes.” Klaus murmured and stumbled into the gift shop.  Not but a minute or two later he came out and shoved a yukata into Locke’s hands.  It was covered in a fruit pattern, including pineapples.  Klaus’ own was green and covered in adorable numels, what the inn was named after.  He hastily and sloppily put it on over his clothes, tying it how he thought it should be done.

“There we go, all official an’shit.” Klaus slurred out with a smirk.

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"Cheap date." Locke scoffed and glanced over at the flask that remained teetering on the edge of the balcony. He was sure Klaus would retrieve it at some point and when the cop did he’d be sure to take another swig so he could hopefully forget everything that had gone on. The heir tilted his head and gave the hick a slow blink as he pondered on settings. "Tick tock tick tock…"

Somehow Locke’s face managed to redden further, “A show!? No!” He wasn’t going to perform for any audience! He just wanted this to be done with already, by the time the two even got a chance to get going again his frustration will have disappeared! He crossed his arms as he was sat down and glowered weakly up at the cop. “Well?” The heir visibly perked up when Klaus came up with something.

"Oh…I forgot about those." Well it was private and money was hardly an issue. Robes, though? He didn’t have a clue what that meant. With his legs spread and the hick standing in between them he was able to get a good view of the creases in both their pants. Locke ran a hand down his face and grumbled at how warm it felt. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do. "Idiot…fine." The man spoke mostly to himself before he looked back up at Klaus expectantly.

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He didn't say he wanted to give a show!  Though he really wanted to keep going with the the object of so much of his anger and frustration.  A criminal from a criminal family with a criminally good figure.  However there was form of privacy at the inn!  One you had to pay for, but it was privacy nonetheless.  

"Haha, never underestimate my quick mind, gent." Klaus laughed out, an obvious joke as he tapped at his drunken head.  He waited one Locke's decision, his fingers digging into the other's hips and ass.  Ah!  A yes!  Klaus smirked something smug, or at least the best he could.

"As much as I'd love'ta carry ya all the way there," He murmured, somewhat louder than he meant to, making his point by feeling up the man the best he could, "I'm sure ya wouldn't want that.. unless ya wanna hide that obvious boner of your's I s'pose."  He snickered at the other and bit his tongue before he took a step away to retrieve his flask that hadn't been lost just yet.  Klaus took a drink from it as he walked back to Locke, offering it to him as the warmth of alcohol his his own body once again.

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"Us Lees tend to be pretty ornery folks,” Jason snickered. “Must’ve been a distant relation or somethin’ since she reminds me awful lot of my auntie haven’t seen since I was a kid.”

He was glad at least that he didn’t wipe Klaus out with his impromptu decision to pack spirits, even gladder that he apparently didn’t hangover a potential client. Straightening up a little, he slipped into his salesman routine as the Arcanine capered up and nuzzled his hand. 

"Well we got little versions of all the ladies you see here," Jason said, nodding over to the four in the courtyard. "Least those are the flavors we got on tap but we’re more than capable of orderin out. Got plenty of friends in the business and can pretty easily get our hands on pretty much anything y’all want. Lady runnin around these parts with a Larvitar we scrounged up for her brother as a kinda present."

"So really," Jason said. "Short of Arceus’ firstborns there ain’t nothin I can’t find up for you with enough time or notice."

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Klaus chuckled at the other Lee, "I wouldn't doubt it, I think she might even like ya."  He patted the side of his mare's face as snorted at the breeder, "See?  she coulda been a lot more rude."

Then came the salesman side, though he did have some good wares to show.  Klaus tapped his chin as Jason went on.  He looked at the pokemon on show, the goat was tempting, he had to admit.  There was so many pokemon to pick from however.  He was an animal person, he couldn't resist the chance to get a well bred baby.

"Yer givin' me too many choices."  Klaus chuckled, "I have a fondness for the livestock and rachin' sorts though, I grew up on a farm myself.  Got Lee and a Tauros too... I'm curious 'bout the goat though, we didn't have any of those on the ranch in Unova.  Is it fully evolved?"

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dont look at my fucking boner when we fight

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Little Less Conversation | Klaus

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The heir slipped in and out of moments of sober like consciousness as he ridiculed his life choices. One moment he wanted something lewd and very uncharacteristic to slip off his tongue, and the next he wanted to throw the hick over the side of the balcony. He wanted to tear the cop apart and kiss bloody lips at the same time. As he tried to justify his choices he once again found himself blaming the pineapples instead of owning up to his own lust. 

Still, he could have done better than a dirty hick, right? A dirty hick with big hands and just as strong hands and squishy muscles. His eyes were bright up close. Locke wanted to slam his knife into one of the sockets and twist. Locke noticed, in a bit of a haze, that the cop did stop when he pushed on him. It was a small gesture he found himself appreciating and giving the man brownie points over, even if he had no intent on stopping. After he explained what he wanted he squeaked as his feet were no longer touching the ground. His legs instinctively wrapped around Klaus’ body while his fingers remained dug into his chest.

"Oh you’re…you…you are NO gentleman! No dinner…" Locke rolled his eyes and smacked his lips as he registered how much more boozey his mouth tasted after their kissing. He thought for a moment, who was in their room again? Lucille, Alex, Hasley—- BELLE! "No! I can’t…no…I got a friend there…" He shook his head and hummed. "Yours?" Fuck he was getting impatient.

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Klaus thought he was a catch!  He was slapped in the face with the fact that Locke was quite the catch too.  He was dark, somehow sharp and curvy at the same time, so easy to dig his fingers into.  His eyes were of particular note too, why did he always wear sunglasses?  Klaus bit as his lip as he hoisted Locke up, getting him a good look at the other's face all while getting a good feel of his legs and ass.

He snickered a bit at Locke, "I think yer dinner was all a'that alcohol"  Klaus looked at the other expectantly and slumped a tad at the news.  He wasn't keen on a potential boner killer like that.  

"Hm.. my room?" Klaus pondered, there was some ladies, the brothers, and those two cartoon loving guys.  Didn't they both hit on him?  Klaus couldn't remember.  "Uh, I don' think they're all night owls an' I don' want some of em expecting some sort'a... show.."

He set Locke down on one of the tables for a moment as his mind worked the best it could.  As much as Klaus wanted a quick solution, the only one popping up was finding somewhere in nature nearby.  That wouldn't fly.  He shifted his mouth back and forth before speaking up, "Oh, oh they got them.. uh.. private baths!  Ya just gotta pay for time an' put on th' robe things.  How 'bout that for drunken problem solvin'?"

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Locke gagged into the kiss when he realized that the larger man had referred to him as ‘Sugar’. It made him sound like some sort of dollar dandy and he was positive that that was what Klaus had intended. What a poster boy he was for all things mocking and sloppy. The heir made sure to repay the hick for his words with some fine scratches that he’d have to gingerly dab rubbing alcohol to later. Oh how he hoped it would sting! 

In an attempt to take a breath Locke found something other than air forced into his mouth which in turn pulled another gagging sound from him. Klaus was everything the heir thought a cop wasn’t in that moment, making out with the person he wanted to arrest and sure breaking a few of his own moral codes. Or maybe Klaus was just a bad cop sort of guy, not that Locke had ever gotten that vibe from him. Liquor was a powerful thing, he settled on. 

Sharp teeth sunk into the hick’s tongue as large fingers did the same to his ass. He friction was appreciated, but overall unsatisfying when the heir always wanted more, more, more. With all of his strength he tore his mouth from the southern man’s and gasped in a breath, “You are so disgusting!” His nails dug into Klaus’ pecs. “And…handsy!” He dragged his talons down his minty green shirt. “But slow.” Locke had an agenda and currently the hick was not meeting his standards. Foreplay be damned, he didn’t want to swap spit with his enemy all night.

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Alcohol was usually one of Klaus' little pleasures in life, especially the whiskey he made himself.  A trusted friend to relax after a long day of work, and thanks to his high tolerance he never really got himself into trouble.  Of course when he did, it had to be when Locke was in the same building, also drunk, and also horny as fuck.  How life had wronged them both as they mashed their mouths and teeth together, hands and nails finding something to latch on as well.

Somewhere in his mind an alarm was going off but he was intoxicated by more than the booze in his system.  Even as Locke dug his teeth into the southerner's tongue.  He winced and panted as he was forced to hold still a few moments before the Cabrera pulled back.  

Klaus raised a brow at Locke, was he too sober for this stupid decision now?  The cop didn't have a chance to think make any sort of sloppy come back before he sucked in a breath at the nails raking down his chest.  It took him a second to process what Locke said before a mess of a smirk spread across his face.  Without wasting a minute, his hands dug into Locke again with a mocking chuckle. This time he hoisted the skinny brit up and wrapped his legs around the cop's strong frame.

"If ya'll--" Klaus stumbled slightly as he started to walked with Locke in his grasp but recovered despite his drunken head, "If ya'll want it that bad, I don' need t'be a gentleman 'bout it." He snorted out a laugh before he paused in thought, "S'pose we can't go t'yer room, can we?"

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The cop seemed shocked and submissive for all of three seconds before his hands and bulk were used against the brit. Locke growled into the kiss and glanced over his shoulder as his lower back smashed into the railing. The large idiot was going to break something! Probably him! The heir was just about ready to bite onto what he thought must have been Klaus’ tongue, but the hands that gripped him so roughly put a hitch in his plans. 

The man’s eyes squeezed shut and an airy mewl was shared through the kiss. Fuck, that hurt! His hands were more like bear paws and he swore if the hick clung on any tighter he’d break the bones. A relieved breath left Locke as he filled his lungs, right he needed to breathe between things. He snapped a glare at the cop and curled his lip back to reveal those same sharp teeth. 

"They’re NOT that big!" He fumbled over his words and growled. His own hands latched onto the cowboy’s biceps and without hesitation he dug his nails in. It didn’t take much to break the skin, at least a little, and he was very fond of the idea of leaving little red crescents all over the man’s body. He fidgeted as their lips met again and he wasted no time in dragging his talons down Klaus’ arms. They were going at the hick’s pace instead of his own! He said that he lead!

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The heir couldn't be so breakable that a little pain was too much for him.  He took a bullet and kept running before, a little pressure on his hips couldn't end him.  They felt so good in his hands too, bigger than they looked and gave so much to grab.  

Klaus laughed sloppily as Locke said they weren't big, "They are so!  Don't worry, sugar, I like 'em"  He spoke jokingly and gave a waggle of his brows before his mouth was back on Locke's to keep him from arguing against that fact.  The cop sucked in a sharp breath of air through his nose as Locke's nails found his skin and scratched along the freckles.

Klaus pushed his tongue into Locke's mouth as sloppy as one would expect from drunken make outs.  His hands shifted across Locke's hips and dug into his ass, which was also much nicer than he could have expected.  Klaus smirked against the bear trap of a mouth as he flicked his hips into the other's while he dug his fingers to keep Locke in place.

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It had only been a tiny flick of his hips! He hadn’t just rubbed his junk all over the hick’s thigh which was bumped up dangerously close to him. He would never be that shameful! Locke’s own eyes widened as Klaus’ expression change, a very obvious sign that he had just felt that too. The heir stammered and tried to piece words together but they came out a jumbled mess and in another language he was sure the cop didn’t speak. Shit this was bad and all wrong and just humiliating to top it off. 

As Locke turned to make a sloppy get away and sob into yet another pineapple he found himself blocked off by a strong arm and whipped around fast to face the other man’s thick body. The drunken Cabrera anticipated a punch that was sure to knock out a tooth or two. Instead a squeak escaped him as the man above him forcibly smashed his lips against his. Locke’s brows rose high on his head as he tried to process what was happening. Mistake! Regret! Abort!

He bit down hard on the southerner’s bottom lip and narrowed his eyes into slits. Carefully he spoke around his captive, drawing a bit of blood as he did, “Fuck you, I lead!” Shit that hadn’t been what he’d meant to say. Lust and gluttony and greed were all terrible things but it didn’t stop the heir from releasing the man and immediately moving to click their teeth together into another violent kiss.

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There was some small, sober part of his mind going off like an alarm.  No Klaus don't stop the man who were supposed to be getting arrested from leaving.  Let him wander off and grind on someone else.  Or on some pillow.  Do not, for the love of Arceus, put your arm out and keep his irresistibly attractive face near you.

Unfortunately that's what Klaus decided he should do.  Of course one motion led into another, like it was what he'd wanted to do from the moment he spotted him.  Like he wasn't the heir to a horrid criminal family.  He mashed his lips against Locke and it was amazing for a moment, until the other's inhumanly sharp teeth snapped his lip and made him stop.

Wait, shit, that was a bad choice wasn't it?  Klaus mind almost had a moment to sober up and realize what a bad choice he'd made.  However that was lost as Locke only hissed out that was the leader and violently returned the kiss.  The cop froze for but a minute before he pressed back against Locke.  Hell no, Klaus was submissive to nobody, especially not Locke of all people.  He pushed the brit into the railing as his hands wandered to his hips and dug in hard enough to bruise.  Shit he had big hips, how did Klaus never notice before?  

He forced the kiss to break for a moment, "My what womanly hips ya got, gent~"  He mocked out before he pressed back against the alcohol sweetened lips.