His Favourite Dancer
Summary: Klaus and Elijah have to make a business deal with a warlock who owns a club. Klaus’s attention gets stuck on one of the girls and can’t help but want to get her out.
Klaus and Elijah had gone to into the club to meet with an old warlock friend. He had certain connections that the Mikaelsons needed.
That’s how they ended up sat in a small booth awaiting a business meeting. Neither brother was particularly impressed with the location. Hayley wasn’t pleased that Elijah would be around dozens of almost nude women and Elijah at times could be a touch prudent; he wasn’t a fan of women flaunting themselves quite so shamelessly. So whilst he sat with a stoic expression and the occasional glance of disapproval, Klaus watched the girls spin around the polls with their legs above their heads.
“Entertainment has certainly evolved through the years…” he murmured and Elijah let out a small scoff whilst folding his arms tightly over his chest.
“Hello,” one of the girls came to their table, her body covered only by a sparkling gold plunge bra and a matching thong. “I’m so sorry that Mr Baxter is running a little behind. He’d like to offer you both a complimentary drink.” She smiled and tilted her head. “What’s your poison?” Her eyes flicked between them, and upon sensing Elijah’s judgement, she looked to Klaus for an answer.
Klaus smiled politely and forced his eyes on her face. “Two scotches would be good, love.” He nodded and she disappeared for a moment before returning with two glasses. Both were slid over to each of them and she smiled brightly at Klaus, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“How’d you know?” She asked and he looked to Elijah confused.
“Know what, love?” Klaus questioned and she giggled.
“What to call me.” She faltered slightly when he still looked confused and waved her hand. “Never mind.” She dismissed before scratching her arm a little awkwardly. Thankfully, Mr Baxter came up behind her, his hand coming down against her ass with a clean ‘clap’.
“I see you’ve met Love” he smiled, and slid onto the booth. “Sit down.” He commanded and she did so quickly. Elijah shifted in his seat, uncomfortable with her presence beside him. Klaus only rolled his eyes and looked to her, making her smile and glance at the table.
The business conversation was over in a matter of minutes and Klaus could tell Love wasn’t listening at all. Once it came to an end, Mr Baxter clapped his hands together, the sound making her head snap back up.
“Well. Feel free to enjoy yourselves before you leave.” He nodded at the brothers and pulled the girl out from the booth. “Make them feel welcomed.”
At the words Elijah grimaced slightly and began for a swift exit, only briefly pausing when Klaus called out, “I’ll be back later.”
Love smiled and led him through the main club.
“So, Love, is it then?” He raised a brow and continued to hold his attention on her eyes.
“Mhm.” She nodded and he hummed. Her eyes narrowed just a little as she realised his concentration before she let out a soft laugh and gestured to herself. “You’re allowed to look. It’s what I’m here for.” At the permission, his eyes immediately dropped, fixing in how her hardened nipples pressed out against the gold material. “I have glitter spray on,” she showed him her arms but he had already noticed it across her chest. “So if you have a girlfriend you might not wanna touch, but if you don’t…”
“I don’t.” He confirmed without hesitation, any plans of attempting to seduce Camille thrown out the window. At the information, she offered a sparkling white smile and led him round to an empty cove with a moveable curtain.
Klaus took a seat quickly, watching with anticipation as she pulled the red curtain closed to give them a little privacy. He rest his arm out across the back of the velvet, pleased when she sat close beside him, allowing him to rest his hand on her back.
“So how did you end up here, Love?” He questioned and her eyes darted away for only a split second.
“I like dancing.” She smiled, the expression sweet and innocent as though she were telling him she was a ballerina in the theatre. “But you know…it’s a hard industry to break into.” She nodded and rest her hands down on his thigh. “Mr Baxter knew I was struggling so he helped me start my career.”
Klaus could feel his expression slipping but the faux happiness on her face dared him not to push the matter. Instead, he nodded in agreement and placed his hand over hers. “I’ll have to see you dance sometime.” He hadn’t meant anything by it but she quickly got up.
“Of course, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have sat.” The words flew out her mouth, her face pink and a hint of panic in her voice before she was in position, clearly about to perform a routine. For a second, Klaus wanted to assure her that he hadn’t meant now, that he wasn’t angry, but his mouth wouldn’t form a single protest when her hips began to sway.
No, instead he felt his legs relax outwards and his hands begin to wonder, glitter smearing all over him as he encouraged her to grind on his lap. He groaned as her ass pushed back, his cock almost between her cheeks. Without thinking he hooked a finger round the gold string that held it together, when she let out a little squeal he let go, letting the fabric smack against her skin. His tongue darted to wet his mouth when he saw the little glimmer of wetness on the pad of his finger from where he’d brushed her.
Soon enough he had her in his lap, thighs around him whilst he panted for her to keep rocking. His clothes were still on, though his jeans undone so she was only a layer of cotton away.
“Shh” she whispered, her finger against her lips. “These rooms are just for private dances.” She reminded and he muffled his groan by pressing his face between her breasts. Love let out a soft giggled and continued to hump his lap until he began to thrust up. “Shh” she hushed again, her hand down in his hair. “Mr Baxter will be upset if he sees us like this in here.”
“Then where?” Klaus mumbled, his patience wearing thin as his cock leaked precum against his boxers.
Y/N came to a slow stop, waiting for him to lift his head and look at her. A smile pulled at her as she gently tried to wipe the gold glitter off his cheeks from how he’d nuzzled her tits. “You’ll have to pay, Mr Baxter won’t let it be complimentary.” She told him, already seeming to assume he wouldn’t be willing.
“Sweetheart, I’ll give you however much you want.” Klaus breathed, a faint laugh coming out as he dug his wallet out of his pocket. Love’s lips parted at the sight of only hundred dollar bills between the leather. At the sight, Klaus knew he’d be there for a while.
He did as asked and zipped himself back up, following her through a secret door which was guarded by two large men, and down a corridor. Each room had a thick door and a little glass square to glance through. Klaus could only widen his eyes at the different sights inside them as they went past. He frowned a little when he realised the rooms had the girls names on. Upon entering Love’s room, the sign on her door written in pink lettering with gold glitter over the top, he came to the daunting realisation that this was her bedroom as well as a sex room.
When she attempted to discreetly place the photo frame of her and what he assumed to be her mother, face down, he felt a lump form in his throat.
“Do you live here, Love?” He asked, his tone almost delicate as he hesitated to sit on her bed. The sheets were white and already getting ruined by the glitter sticking to it from her legs.
“Mr Baxter is so generous.” She nodded, still smiling and pushing the covers away to invite him next to her. When he sat, she helped his Henley over his head, tossing it onto her dressing table chair. “Don’t look at me like that. I like it here.” she whispered, kissing his neck softly making his eyes flutter. His body moved towards hers naturally, his hands sliding back up to her waist. Love smiled as she tended to his neck, most men would have her bend in half by now. It was obvious Klaus didn’t usually get his attention from a club, he didn’t need to pay for it, so she tailored his experience a little.
Klaus couldn’t have cared less about the money, any questions or worries slipped away as he felt her mouth move all down his chest and abdomen. Her nails tapped together quietly as she undid his button and zip, pushing his jeans back down before his boxers were gone too. Her eyes looked back up to his face, a sweet smile on her lips that made him moan quietly.
“Wow” she whispered to him, a little giggle leaving her before she looked back down at his cock, her nails gently brushing up the shaft. “So pretty.” She complimented, leaning down to kiss the wet head. Her lips let only the tip past before releasing him again. “So big.” She praised, stroking slow and firm.
“Love…” he uttered and she smiled.
“Are you comfortable?” Her lashes batted and her eyes met his again as he slowly moved to lay down, letting her lay on her stomach between his legs. When his head nodded, she took him back into her mouth, sucking only gently as his fingers slid into her hair. His breathing fell apart quickly, and he felt no need to claim control. Klaus just encouraged her head lower and trusted in her abilities as she slid her head up and down. A grunt left him when she took his so deep that her nose brushed his lower abdomen in the motion of an Eskimo kiss. When his hips thrust, he watched her eyes water as she physically forced herself not to gag.
“Mmh- sorry” he whispered, his hips bucking again without him meaning to but she didn’t slow or stop, just kept going until a burst of flavour hit the back of her throat. Klaus led back, eyes closed and mouth open as he let himself bask in the after glow of the orgasm. Something he didn’t often take the time to enjoy.
Love continued to stroke his cock after having sitting back up. Her head tilted at the lack of softness to his length, her fingers gently splaying across his balls making him twitch. Klaus felt a little growl bubble in his throat when her nails traced his base, feeling suddenly sensitive there.
At the sound, she pulled hand off and looked back at him with a hint of fear. Klaus could tell in that instant that she already knew what he was and that she was worried he might’ve decided to attack. When he only stared back at her, Love let a smile back onto her face and moved to lay with him for a moment.
He felt her make a sound of surprise when he kissed her mouth. Love pulled away quickly, staring at him like he’d hurt her. She didn’t say anything, didn’t tell him not to do it again but Klaus knew not to.
Instead he kissed down her neck and her breasts, finally pulling the bra from her skin and catching a nipple between his teeth. “How did they stay so hard hm?” He teased, knowing she was anything but cold in the busy club. Love only smiled and tangled her fingers into his curls. Klaus groaned at the little tug she gave and sucked the little bud into his mouth.
“Good boy” she whispered, gently scratching his scalp and Klaus felt his cock twitch. He glanced up at her through his eyelashes, mouth still on her breast as he watched her. Love tugged his hair again, pulling him away from one tit and over to the next, watching him attached to the other nipple like he was starved.
His eyes closed when he felt her fingers back around his cock, stroking him firmly whilst he teased her breast with his tongue. She inhaled sharply when his teeth nipped again, the hand in his hair tightening and Klaus let out a small moan.
Klaus moved as she wanted, sitting up against the headboard whilst she shifted to straddle his hips again. When he finally released her nipple, he continued to stare at how erect and swollen they’d become.
His attention was only brought back when he heard the sound of a wrapper tearing. He frowned at the sight of a condom and his head shook. “I don’t need that, Love.” He tried to take it but she pulled her hand back.
“Baby,” she cooed softly and he resist the urge to buck his hips. “I know you’re a hybrid okay, and I know you already have a child.” She gently rubbed the inside of his thigh. “I can’t take that risk.” And so, he watched quietly as she rolled the material over his tip and down his length. “Thank you.” She whispered, kissing his cheek softly before he felt the heat of her cunt already enveloping his cock. A groan left him, his hands coming to hold her waist.
“Gods…” he breathed, looking down and seeing her already staring back at him, assessing him. Her hands came to rest on his chest,causing his back to hit the headboard as she pushed against him whilst rolling her hips. “Yes..” he breathed, his eyes fluttering when her hand wrapped around his neck, pressing just lightly.
Love only smiled when his hips bucked again, she could feel different parts of him trying to come forward. But that night, she seemed to focus on the sweeter side of him that he usually resisted but found no need to when there. She had no expectations of him, she wouldn’t tell anyone and she knew exactly how to handle him. Klaus didn’t care if he looked weak for a moment, it was what he needed.
Within minutes he was slick with sweat and panting heavily on his back, listening to her soft giggles as she caressed his chest. Klaus remained quiet as she tended to him, attempting to wipe the glitter away but only smearing it further.
His head lifted when the door was opened, one of the other girls poking her head in.
“Mr Baxter has another guest you need to greet.” She spoke, not even sparing a glance toward Klaus. “Someone else can take over in here.”
The door was shut as quickly as it was opened. Love turned quietly back to Klaus who frowned slightly back at her.
“Would you like-“
“No, that’s alright. I should be getting home.” He nodded and sat up, searching for his clothes. His eyes watched as she pulled her sparkly thong back on, the thin material of her bra clipped back together and her feet pushed back into her platform-heel.
“Don’t be a stranger.” She smiled, her teeth shining at him once more before she slipped out the room.
When Klaus returned home, Elijah only scowled at the sight of hold shimmers covering his younger brother’s skin and clothes. Such glitter still had not washed out even a week later.
Klaus didn’t make a return visit until almost a fortnight after. His mood was sour after facing an attack from his own father yet again. And so, he decided it would be best to let off some steam.
His eyes dragged across the room, trailing up the legs of each dancer as they presented themselves around each pole. He came to sit amongst the others to admire, his attention stretched across half a dozen women as some danced and some touched, whispering their offerings against his ear.
But his interest was peaked elsewhere as a slight gathering had began over in the far corner. One of two of the girls as well as Mr Baxter himself. Klaus frowned, getting up and brushing past the women to see what was so unusual. His curiosity turned dark upon seeing the girl he’d known as Love with the imprint of hands around her neck and bruises pressed along her thighs and arms.
“We can’t have her dancing on display.” Mr Baxter muttered, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. “Cant you layer the color corrector? The foundation and whatever else?” He questioned one of the to hers but she looked unsure.
“They’re just so dark…” she frowned and Klaus lay a hand on his old friends shoulder, announcing his presence silently.
“Why don’t I just heal her?” He asked Mr Baxter, slight confusion in his expression when the man shook his head, turning back to asses Loves throat.
“I don’t need her accidentally becoming a vampire.” He dismissed the idea and sighed. “Can you still speak fine?”
“I’ll be fine, I can still dance.” She nodded, but her words were hoarse and they call all see as she attempted not to grimace at the pain.
“Can’t she just sit there rest of the night out?” One of the girls asked but Mr Baxter didn’t appear so fond of the idea.
“We’ll be losing money.” His tone flattened and in response, Klaus felt the words leave his mouth before he could even think them.
“I’ll pay what she’d bring in, and I’ll keep her in her room.” He nodded, already moving to take her hand. He resisted the urge to smile at the pink glitter coating her skin this time.
At the promise of money, Mr Baxter didn’t care if Klaus was going to look after her or continue to abuse her in her room. And so he led her along the same corridor she had introduced to him. A frown tugged at his mouth when he opened her door. The room was nothing like the time he had been in there.
Instead, it appeared much more like a torture room. Her bed was still in the same position but she’d of its sheets, rope at the foot and headboard where he presumed her limbs had been tied down. Quietly, she moved to get rid of the set up.
“Come sit down” she called, tossing the rope over into a wooden box, along with the flogger and other tools scattered across the floor.
Klaus sat on the edge of her bed, suddenly not wanting to ravish her as he’d planned to earlier. Still, he let her tug him further into the bed and his eyes fluttered when she kissed the side of his neck.
“Did you come to see me?” She whispered, the words tickling his ear and sending a sharp shiver down his spine.
“Mm, mhm” he nodded faintly and turned to press his forehead to hers. He could feel her lips almost touching his, and yet he knew he couldn’t kiss them.
“Sorry I wasn’t dancing” she smiled, “next time I’ll make sure you get to see.”
Klaus watched as her hands trialed down his abdomen, her fingers hovering over the tear in his shirt, the blood that stained the fabric.
“Oh” Love breathed and gently pulled his shirt up but of course, the wound was gone.
“I’m not hurt anymore.” He assured before glancing at the bruising across her neck, the marks already a harsh purple. “You know I can still give you some blood?” Klaus offered, his fingertip brushing her throat just lightly.
“That’s okay” she smiled and shifted, ignoring the scrapes on her knees as she settled to kneel beside him on the bed. Klaus swallowed thickly when he saw her glance down at his crotch.
“You should lay down to recover.” He whispered but her hand still caressed his lower abdomen.
“Didn’t you come here for something?” Love asked and he faltered.
He couldn’t find it in him to protest again, instead he laid as still as he could whilst she undid his pants and brought her head down. His fingers curled into the sheets and he forced his hips still as not to damage her more. The obscene sounds from her mouth around him made his eyes roll back, his hands tighten into fists as he held himself tense and unmoving.
“Love…” he groaned, him cock already leading when she suckled just the head for a moment. “Faster-“ he breathed before finding himself unable to inhale enough, his own face going red from a lack of oxygen as he held his breath. Love hummed around him, her eyes fluttering softly when he came into her throat once again.
When she pulled away, he watched as she lent over to grab something from the floor. His eyes softened at the sight of the back of her thighs heavily bruised, her wet pussy still swollen and sore. Before she could push herself back up, his fingers had gently moved her thing to the side to press his tongue to her folds. A soft ‘oof’ left her at the contact before her hip flexed back. Klaus pulled her up onto the bed carefully, watching her arms stretch out in front of her before he held her ass open so he could bury between her cheeks.
The attention was one that was rare in her line of work, and she Love took her time to enjoy the heat of his mouth. Klaus listened to her heavy breaths, the small sounds she’d let out when he sucked her clit into his mouth for a second. He could feel how sensitive she was, how abused her sweet hole was. His tongue curled into her slowly, scaling her walls until he found where make her arch.
“Klaus…” he heard her whimper, her ass pushing back against him causing him to smile into her.
Without much thought, he slid his mouth up to tease the little ring of muscle, watching it wink at him in response. He felt her tense for only a second before seeming to settle down, her body relaxed against the bed as he slowly tongue fucked her ass.
“Please…” Love begged, her voice so soft and quiet. Klaus caressed her thighs soothingly, gradually bringing his fingers to her pussy and curling them into the spot he’d found earlier. He hadn’t felt her clench so tight the last time he was there. Hadn’t heard her beg and whimper. He realised she rarely received pleasure herself, that she deprived herself of it because of her work.
“Come, Love.” He whispered, pumping his fingers in with an increasing pace. His tongue returning to gently stretch her asshole until she was leaking down his hand.
Klaus pulled her body onto his lap, sat holding her quietly and nuzzling her hair. He smiled quietly when her legs shivered and so caressed them gently. The room was quiet for a while before he heard her breathing deepen. Klaus did his pants back on and shed his Henley, pulling it over her head and through her arms. He remained there until Mr Baxter came into the room several hours later.
“The clubs closed now.” He nodded, glancing down at Love in a way that unsettled Klaus. “You can get home, her shifts finished.”
“Right…” Klaus glanced down at her, she was still fast asleep across his lap. He didn’t want to move her, or leave but there was an impatience radiating off Mr Baxter. He moved with hesitance but eventually left.
Klaus returned the next night, a frown already on his face when he saw her still covered in bruises, though they’d been partially covered over with makeup. Her face light up when she saw him, her smile so bright as she twirled round the pole on her platform. Love was just so happy that he finally got to see her dance, so he pushed a small smile onto his face and stood to the side until she had to swap with one of the other girls.
“Hey” she smiled, her arms went to hug him but she held herself back and came to stand in-front of him.
“Where’s the glitter?” Klaus asked, glancing at her skin, smooth without its usual glamour. She was wearing a little more than usual, a body suit type lingerie rather than separate bra and panties.
“It hurt a little to scrub off with the bruises is all.” She shrugged and moved closer. Klaus cupped her face, he could see her skin was still a swollen but the purple colour that had formed the night before was well covered up. She turned her cheek, pressing into his palm with a giggle. “Did you like the dance?”
“Of course I did…” he murmured, but he could feel a lump forming in his throat. “How about,” he took her hand, glancing round quickly. “We go get something to eat, hm?”
“What?” She faltered and he tightened his grip on her. “Well, I can’t just leave.” She smiled with a nervous laugh. “I work here.”
“I’ll pay Baxter whatever he wants, cmon.” He tugged but she stayed rooted.
Klaus ended up pushing his way into Baxter’s office, arguments were had. Magic was used and teeth were used. Eventually, after shoving his bloody wrist into Baxter’s mouth and threatening to turn him into a vampire, Baxter agreed that Love wouldn’t be working at the club. Not ever again.
Now Klaus knew it was for the best, that this place was treating her horribly and that being naked on a pole would not help her dream of a dance career.
Love was in tears, with all her stuff in a black bag.
“It’s alright” Klaus whispered, taking the back from her and putting it into his car. She didn’t know him and he didn’t know her, but he liked her and he couldn’t just leave her there. “Come here,” he pulled her to his chest, her teary face sniffling into his shirt.
“Y/N!” One of the girls came running out and ‘Love’ turned around to hug her goodbye. Klaus blinked in confusion for a second before connecting that of course Love was not her real name. Just for the show.
He watched as the two cried and eventually, Y/N came back over to him and the other girl looked back at them with slight envy because even if Y/N didn’t realise it, she was getting out and she was going to be safe. Deep down, she must’ve known that, because she still went into the car willingly.
Klaus watched her sink into the seat when he pulled up outside of the abattoir. She pulled her knees up to her chest and he came round to wrap his jacket aroun her exposed body before grabbing her things and leading her inside.
Elijah and Hayley had stopped talking as soon as Elijah saw her. He glanced to Klaus with suspicion and slight humour.
“This is Y/N.” He stated, her real name felt strange to say but he couldn’t keep calling her Love. She needed to remember who she really was. Y/N held the jacket around her, feeling much more judged in his home than she ever did in the club. Klaus only continued to lead her upstairs, put her things down in his room and guided her into the bathroom. “I’ll get you a drink, some of my blood to heal you and some clothes.”
It was surreal really. But she did as she told because that’s what she was used to. Y/N showered, dressed in his shirt and boxers and pulled on someone else’s pajama pants, Klaus said they were his sisters. Then she sat in his bed and drank the mix of squash and his blood. Once her wounds were healed, the blood also brought on a great sense of drowsiness and so she ended up asleep against his side. Klaus laid her down and tucked her in gently.
By morning, Klaus had enrolled her in a beginners dance class and held her in his lap with a bowl of cereal whilst he showed her different leotards that she could buy to wear.
“What kind of dance is it?” She asked and Klaus pulled up the website. When she hesitated he kissed the top of her shoulder.
“We can find another one.”
“I wanted to do ballet.” She admitted quietly and Klaus nodded, looking down at her quietly whilst she scrolled on his phone for a class that involved ballet. “Will it be little kids in there?” She frowned and Klaus shook his head.
“Don’t worry, it’s an adult class. I’ll get you a phone too so you can keep looking.”
“You don’t have to do all this.” She whispered, putting his phone down and turning in his lap to straddle him.
“I want to. I took you out your home and your life, so I’m giving you a new one.”
It might’ve been one of the only selfless things he’d done, especially considering he’d only known her for such a little amount of time. But within a week of her being at his home, Klaus knew he’d made one of the best decisions in a thousand years. He couldn’t have cared less about Elijah’s judgment, or the way certain men looked at Y/N like they recognised her on the streets of New Orleans.
Because even if they once had known her, known Love, they didn’t know Y/N.
