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Quinn spent most of his time with Klaus. He hadn’t had a client in a few days, so Klaus wasn’t getting fucked. Someone had to do it, and he happily obliged.
“Hiya, super star,” he growled, slinking into Klaus’ room like a panther stalking a gazelle. Klaus sat up in bed and wordlessly removed his silk gown—he had worn it for weeks now, Quinn liked how easy it was to undress him, it was just one simple movement.
“Come here and give me some sugar, won’t you?” Klaus purred, gesturing to his bed to invite Quinn. As if it were an invitation and not an invasion. As if he had any control, as if he could order Quinn around.
Quinn chuckled sinisterly, rushed towards him. “I have a better idea,” he hissed, scooping Klaus in his arms, pinning Klaus to the wall as he wrapped his legs around Quinn’s waist. Quinn unlatched his belt and let his pants fall to the floor, and he immediately thrusted full force into Klaus’ ass. Klaus winced and tried to force his expression into a pleasurable one. “Fuck yeah, baby. Just let me take care of you,” he snarled.”
Klaus moaned into Quinn’s ear, grinding his body against him. “Ugh, god…fuck me,” he grunted, nibbling at Quinn’s earlobe.
Quinn groaned and growled like an animal, thrusting faster into Klaus until he was slamming him into the wall and Klaus couldn’t keep up his act anymore. His seductive moans turned into cries and whimpers, his temptations silenced. “You’re such a fucking whore,” Quinn huffed, pinning Klaus’ neck to the wall, pushing down on his windpipe. Klaus gasped and reached up, wrapping his hands around Quinn’s wrist.
Still, Klaus tried to play it up. He let out a loud moan and rolled his eyes back. Eventually, Quinn stopped thrusting and held Klaus in place as he finished, pumping cum into him. He left hickeys on Klaus’ neck—he was really into marking, as Klaus began to notice—then dropped him back down onto the bed, leaving him there with cum leaking from his ass. The second Quinn left the room, he bursted in desperate, wracking sobs that turned into hyperventilating screams.
Once he managed to get ahold of himself, he wiped himself off, got himself dressed, popped a few pills, and lit up a cigarette. He sat at his desk, barely able to hold his own head up, slowly returning the cigarette to his lips every few seconds. On top of the wounds that covered Klaus’ body, he was beginning to feel sick. He figured he was probably wrecked with STDs, the pills and the cigarettes and the constantly swapping spit finally catching up to his immune system. His head was always hurting. He had a persistent cough that wouldn’t go away no matter what he did. He was always shivering or feverish, completely unable to regulate his own body anymore.
Allison opened the door and peeked her head in. “Klaus?”
“Get the hell out,” Klaus snapped, placing the cigarette between his lips as he desperately rushed to clean his room up, almost embarrassed by the state of it. Quinn, in his last fit of rage, tore his room apart like a wild tornado. Broken glass, books, candles, they littered the floor. “I told you I don’t want to see you.”
“Viktor told me what happened. I just want to”—
“Now I definitely don’t want to see you,” Klaus snapped, spraying ash from his cigarette across the room. “Just leave me the hell alone, how hard is that? Why can’t you just follow one simple request?”
“I’m on your side, Klaus! I’m pissed at Viktor, he never should’ve done that to you!”
Klaus flinched. “Nothing fucking happened! I’m fine! I don’t need you coming to my fucking rescue, just get the fuck out!”
“Klaus, it wasn’t your fault, you trusted him and he broke your trust.”
“I swear to fucking god, if you don’t get the hell out of this room…”
“You’ll what, Klaus? You wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Want to fucking bet?” he snapped, grabbing her by the collar of her shirt. “I told you to get the fuck out of my life. Now what you’re going to do”—he slammed her against the wall in the hallway, lifting her off her feet—“is go back to your fucking room, and never darken my doorstep again, you vicious fucking bitch.”
“Klaus! Get off of her!” Luther suddenly wrapped his arms around Klaus’ waist and dragged him back into his room, throwing him to the floor.
“No,” Allison cried out, watching from the doorway. “Luther, leave him alone!”
“Stay away from her, you fucking asshole! She hasn’t done anything to you that wasn’t deserved! You’re a fucking freak!” Luther pinned Klaus to the floor under his steel-toed boot.
Klaus gazed up at Luther, grinning wildly. “There it is. I really wondered how long it would take you all to snap. Honestly a lot less time than I imagined. I knew your true nature was in there, ready to overflow.”
Luther shook his head in confusion, grabbing the collar of Klaus’ shirt and removing his boot so he could lift Klaus into the air. “Shut the fuck up, you fucking junkie whore,” he snapped. And suddenly, Klaus was silent. His smirk vanished, he could’ve even look Luther in the eye anymore.
“Luther, stop!” Allison shrieked, pulling Klaus out of his grip. “You have to stop!”
Luther seemed to hesitate before his eyes widened. “Klaus, I…I didn’t mean that…I’m so sorry, I”—
“Save it,” he snapped, moving away from both him and Allison. “Just leave. You don’t need to worry about checking on me anymore.”
“Klaus”—
“GET THE HELL OUT! BOTH OF YOU!” he screamed. “JUST FUCK OFF!”
Luther grabbed Allison fearfully and dragged her out of the room, slamming Klaus’ door shut and locked it from the outside. “Shit,” he hissed, staring at Klaus through the window on the door. He was shoveling pills between his lips like they were candy, tears streaming down his face.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Allison snarled.
“Me? H-He was hurting you, I’m just doing my fucking job! I was protecting you!”
“But you know damn well you didn’t have to call him that. It’s all he’s ever been called, I’d expect him to never hear those humiliating words from his own fucking family, asshole!”
“That’s not fucking family anymore, I don’t know who lives in that room, but it’s not my brother!” Luther shouted in her face before storming off towards the front entrance. Allison looked through Klaus’ door again to see him staring right at her. He heard the whole conversation, she was sure of it.
“Allison?”
She turned to find Viktor beside her. “God, what do you want?”
“I-I’m sorry. I…I was just going to try to talk to Klaus”—
“Not a good time, Vik,” she snapped. “If he won’t talk to me, he sure as hell won’t talk to you.”
Klaus had returned to his desk, on his third cigarette in a row. He stared numbly at his reflection in the mirror, almost like he was waiting for it to change into something he liked.
Quinn was back under an hour later, ready for today’s round two. Klaus knew the drill. Strip his gown to the floor, approach Quinn like a seductive little snake, let Quinn put him to bed. It was a fairly simple set of instructions.
He tossed his gown aside and slithered up to Quinn, touching his chest, his neck, his hair, his back, his lips. “C’mon, daddy,” he purred, “show me what you want to do.”
“Fucking slut,” Quinn snarled, shoving him backwards onto his bed. “Keep your mouth shut.”
“Yes, sir,” Klaus said with a pout. “But I know you like to hear me moan.”
“Shut up, you disgusting whore.” He forced Klaus to bend over on his bed, same as usual. But this time, Quinn made it hurt—really hurt. He was angry, thrusting into him hard enough to tear him apart, fast enough to stop his heart. Klaus was genuinely terrified, clinging to his bedsheets and screaming. “Shut the fuck up! I don’t want to hear a fucking sound out of you!” And just like that, Klaus’ mouth snapped shut, and he screwed his eyes shut as if it would ease the pain.
“Fuck, Klaus, you’re all fucking stretched out. You’re a fucking used-up whore, nobody’s ever going to want to touch you. You’re gonna be all mine, mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to play with.”
Klaus stifled a sob as Quinn tore into him, his hands wrapped around his waist to force him back into his dick. “You’re all fucking mine,” Quinn groaned in his ear, finishing inside of him. Klaus arched his back and buried his face into his blanket, assuming that Quinn was done. He wasn’t. He didn’t pull out, inside he started thrusting again, harder than before. Klaus gasped and clung to the bars of his bed frame, shrieking in pain and fear. “I’m not done with you yet, slut, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”
Klaus moaned, trying as hard as he could to sound like he liked it. “Yes, Daddy, harder, please,” he moaned, gazing back at Quinn with a forced grin plastered on his lips.
Quinn grabbed Klaus’ hair and pulled hard until he was on his knees, straight up. Then he wrapped a hand around his throat, and his other arm around his waist, fucking into him as hard as he could. Klaus stared at the ceiling, praying to whoever would listen for just a moment of respite. “You’re my good little fucking whore,” Quinn hissed into his ear, then he bit into Klaus’ shoulder until he bled.
Then suddenly, Quinn stopped. He tossed Klaus carelessly to the floor, pulled his pants back up, and left the room silently.
“Wait,” Klaus cried out just before the door slammed shut. He didn’t move from the floor, he just rested his face against the cold concrete, shivers wrecking his skin. He curled up, tears streaming from his eyes into a small puddle on the floor.
Eventually the door opened again, and Diego came in, approaching him slowly. “Klaus?”
The wounded man flinched and scrambled away from him, barely recognizing his own brother. He snatched his gown and desperately covered himself up.
“Hey, it’s me. It’s Diego. It’s okay.”
Klaus stared suspiciously at him. He was the only sibling who hasn’t dragged him through the mud yet, he had this sense of impending doom like their relationship would be ending very soon, just as it did for the others. “Wh-What are you doing here?”
“Quinn sent me on rounds while he talked to Luther. I dunno what about. But I figured I’d check up on you, while I’m around. Are…are you okay?”
Klaus shuddered, and the tears started to flow again. He broke down in front of him, wrapping his arms around himself while he sobbed. He had refused to let anyone see him cry in weeks, he wouldn’t show his weakness that easily ever again. But now, in what might’ve been his most vulnerable moment, Diego gently collected him into his arms, resting his chin on Klaus’ head, holding tightly to him like he was afraid to let go.
“It’s okay,” Diego whispered, “I’ve got you, okay? I’m here.”
Klaus buried his face into his brother’s chest, sobbing loudly as Diego cradled his head.
“I’m so sorry this is happening to you,” Diego cried. “I should’ve protected you.”
Klaus grabbed onto the hem of Diego’s shirt, his body trembling in full. “Why does everyone hate me?” he sobbed.
“What?”
“Luther, h-he…he called me a whore. And Allison rumored me, and Viktor…”
“Klaus…This place is killing us. It’s ruining our brains, all of the drugs and the violence and the trauma. It makes people do crazy things,” Diego mumbled. “I’m not excusing what they’ve done, but…don’t let this place ruin our family.”
Klaus pushed away from him. “Don’t act like I’m just overreacting to this.”
“Klaus, I-I’m not”—
“You fucking asshole,” he snarled. “You’re on their side, aren’t you?”
“No, Klaus! I’m on everyone’s side! I’m just trying to keep everyone alive and safe!”
“Everyone except for me and Viktor. You wouldn’t dare mess with Quinn’s playthings.”
“What?” Diego hissed.
“You, Allison, and Luther. You’ve all been pretty much untouched since we all got here. Meanwhile, Viktor and I are Quinn’s little puppets, his favorite fucking whores, and you haven’t even tried to protect us. Not fucking once.”
“Klaus, I can’t do anything here! You’re immortal, but we aren’t! If we try to intervene, he can kill us for good!”
“Oh, so that’s what it is? I’m being punished for taking the marigold, which I didn’t even fucking want, and regaining my immortality, because, what, you’re jealous? Are you mad because you think my powers are cooler? Because Viktor isn’t fucking immortal, I’m sure he’s had a few times where both feet were in the grave but he climbed himself out. Nobody was there to protect him, and he can die. Easily. So, what is it then, Diego?”
“Oh, drop the fucking act, Klaus,” Diego snapped. “It’s like you’re just itching to fight with me, to ruin our relationship, just like the others.”
Klaus flinched. “I thought you were here to comfort me, just like the others. Every single time, it twists into some awful conversation. I don’t want to be here any more than you do.”
Diego scoffed. “You’re a little more used to it though, aren’t you?”
Klaus laughed sardonically. “You’re just like them. You know who all of you remind me of?” Klaus got to his feet and stood over him. “Dear old father. You’ve got the same selfish choices, the same self-righteous attitude.”
“Shut up!” Diego shouted in his face, rushing to his feet.
“You’ve all got the same look in your eye, too. The way you look at me, like I’m just a disappointment, a waste of oxygen, a test subject.”
“N-n-n….No!” Diego sputtered, his stutter clearly returned in all of the stress.
“And even though he’s dead, and he’s gone, you still all seem to serve him like he’s your fucking master! We don’t need fucking missions anymore, we aren’t a fucking family! We don’t have to do anything he asked of us, he’s fucking six feet under!”
Diego lost it. He threw punch after punch into Klaus’ face until the bones in his skull fractured and caved in, and Klaus had gone limp. “Fuck you, you sick son of a bitch!” he shouted until his anger subsided and he had realized the severity of his actions. Klaus was dead, his blood covered the floor and Diego’s clothes and his face. “Oh god.”
Diego collected him in his arms, cradling his mangled head. “Oh god, Klaus, I’m so sorry…I’m a fucking monster,” he sobbed. “I-I’m so s…sorry.”
“Well, well, well,” a voice announced, “what have we here?”
Diego flinched and looked up to see Quinn. “N-No, I”—
“Oh, Diego. You broke my favorite toy.”
Diego held tight his brother, desperate to protect even his dead body. “Fuck you.”
“Oh, careful with that sharp tongue. Hurting my workers is a serious offense to me. I’m going to have to punish you for this.” He charged forward, wrapping his arm around Diego’s throat. “I wonder if all of you Hargreeves are immortal? I never bothered to check anyone else.”
“N-No, please, I’m sorry,” Diego rasped, clawing at Quinn’s hands desperately.
“See now, I can’t come play with my favorite toy, now I gotta wait for him to wake up! Do you realize how much of an inconvenience that is for me? How much of my time you’re wasting? Do you really not think about what I do? I kill more innocent people for a lot less than what you’ve done.”
“Please, Quinn, I’m begging you,”
Just then, Klaus woke up. The first thing he saw was Quinn strangling the man who tried to kill him. He gathered himself onto his feet and shifted closer. “Quinn…”
Diego looked to Klaus with wide, desperate eyes. “Klaus, please.”
Klaus’ gaze turned cold. “Kill him, sir.”
Diego screamed, “No!”
Quinn glanced at Klaus, then back at Diego. He let go of Diego’s throat, watching him sink to the floor. “And who says you give me orders?” Quinn asked gravely, poking a finger into Klaus’ chest.
“N-No, I don’t, I…I wasn’t trying to”—
Quinn grabbed Klaus by his jaw, forcing his face to his eye level. “Shut your stupid mouth, you little fucking whore.”
“I-I’m sorry,” Klaus begged, whimpering like a beaten puppy.
Quinn threw him to the floor and straddled him, his hands wandering the injured boy’s chest. “Shhh…I don’t want to hear another word out of that pretty mouth. You’re gonna be fucking quiet, and you’re not going to fucking interrupt me, ever again.” He pressed a finger over Klaus’ lips. “Not a single fucking word.”
Quinn rose from Klaus and turned to look at Diego. He was panting heavily, his eyes screwed shut. “Oh, Diego. What am I going to do with you?”
He grabbed the collar of Diego’s jacket and dragged him towards the door. He gave one last look at Klaus and spat, “I’ll come back to deal with you later.” Then he pulled Diego out into the hallway and locked Klaus’ door.
Klaus let out a sharp cry and rushed to get on his bed. He dug out his pills and dumped the remainder of the bag into his mouth. Then he sought out his emergency stash of pills hidden under his mattress, and he took all of those too. If he was to be punished, he was either going to be extremely high, or dead from an overdose. Either option was preferable.
Diego was dumped back into his room. “Y’know, Diego, I’m really disappointed. You could’ve been such a powerful weapon, but you had to let your feelings get in the way. Now, you’re back to square one. Hell, not even Klaus is that low on the fucking totem pole.”
“You wanna hurt me? Go right ahead, give it your best shot. But leave my brother alone. He didn’t do jack shit to you and you go and treat him like trash. He’s a fucking person, he’s my family. I don’t fuck around with my family.”
Quinn scoffed, but had no rebuttal.
“What if it was your family on the line? If that’s the case, wouldn’t I already be dead right now?”
Quinn snarled and kicked Diego in the stomach. “Shut up. Don’t talk about my family, you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“Exactly. You don’t know about my family, I don’t know about yours, but I still know you’d die for them in the long run. I will do anything for my family.”
“You just killed your own brother,” Quinn snarled, kicking him again. “You don’t seem to practice what you preach, do you, Diego?”
“Klaus has always been a loose cannon, always high, always dangerous. We’ve been ready to cut him loose for a while. Forgive me if I wouldn’t go to hell and back for him.”
“Ah, there it is. The family secret. The very reason Klaus darkened my doorstep in the first place.”
“What?”
“Klaus showed up at my door for the first time when he was about fourteen years old. I believe it was just after Ben passed, and Five had gone missing, is that correct? He was at a loss, and one of his friends referred him to me for all his needs. Drugs. He said he needed something to make him forget what his family has done to him. Even before he was a sex-driven junkie, he was mistreated by all of you, especially his father. I was who he opened up to, who he talked to about this shit. Buddy, I know your brother better than you do. He’s told me everything.”
Diego glared up at him through narrow eyes. “You’re a fucking asshole.”
“I was there for him, Diego. Sometimes that’s all it takes. I had him wrapped around my finger from the day he bought his first joint.” Quinn knelt in front of him. “He trusts me. He knows me. I know him. Why do you think I want him so badly?”
“You met him when he was fourteen, you fucking pervert.”
“Really? That’s what you have a problem with?” Quinn laughed. “You astonish me.”
“Quinn!” Luther shouted suddenly, filling the doorway with his massive shoulders. “Get the hell off of him. We had a deal.”
Quinn laughed. “Your little brother here broke the deal when he put his hands on one of my prized possessions.”
“What?”
“Diego killed Klaus. Beat him to death. I can’t have him damaging all the goods without my permission, that’s bad business,” he explained in a snake-like tone.
“What the fuck, Diego…”
“I don’t want to hear it, pretty boy,” Quinn snarled. “You called him a whore, a junkie. You’re no better.”
“Listen to me, Quinn. We had a deal. Unless you want me to take my family and just walk out of here right now?”
“You try any bullshit like that, and I’ll kill every last one of you. Then, I’ll lock Klaus up where the sun don’t fucking shine, and I’ll keep him until the Earth stops fucking spinning. Take your best bet, I’ve been dying to see those pretty little brains all over my walls.”
“Please, just let my brother go, I’ll keep him out of your hair.”
“Fine. I won’t be so generous next time. Besides, I’ve got to deal with Klaus now.” He stood up, kicking Diego one last time before ramming into Luther on the way out. Luther rushed to collect Diego from the floor and return him to his room.
As they stormed down the halls, Luther asked, “Was he telling the truth? Did you kill Klaus?”
“He…He drove me to it. He just wouldn’t shut his fucking mouth, he didn’t sound like himself,” Diego blurted, tears lining his eyelashes.
“What do you mean?”
“He was talking all crazy, saying all sorts of shit about our family, about dad. I couldn’t control myself,” Diego admitted. “It was like he wanted me to hurt him. To prove him right.”
“Shit.”
“He hates all of us. You, me, Allison, Viktor. Five is pretty much all he has now, but god knows where he is,” he continued, holding his head in his hands.
“He’s letting go of us, right when we need him to hang on.”
“Maybe Allison can rumor him into”—
“That’s only made things worse,” Luther muttered. “You saw how upset it made him the last time.”
“But if we don’t tell him, he won’t know. We can make him forget everything.”
“No, Diego. I can’t let this happen. There has to be another way.”
“But what if there isn’t? Are you willing to lose him? Completely?”
“We might lose him either way. I’d rather not make it worse.”
Quinn bursted into Klaus’ room, eyes filled with rage. “You stupid fucking bitch”—
“No, Quinn, please, hold on”—
“What the fuck do you take me for? I basically fucking raised you, and now you think you have the right to give me orders?” he scoffed, grabbing a fistful of Klaus’ hair. He dragged Klaus across the floor and into his bed. “That’s fucking pathetic.”
“Please don’t,” Klaus begged in a whimper, “I’m so sorry, please.”
“Y’know, I could just leave you tied up in here. I could leave you in here for days, no drugs, no cigarettes, no alcohol. Just you, tied up in here. With all of your little undead friends, completely unfiltered. Like your father did, remember?” He tied rope from Klaus’ wrists to his bed frame. He didn’t same for his ankles. “We’ll see how long the withdrawals take, hm?”
“No, Quinn, please,” he sobbed, watching as Quinn backed away, disappearing from his view. “Come back! Please, you can’t leave me here! Quinn!” he screeched.
“Keep still, super star, don’t want those ropes hurting your poor little wrists.” The door slammed shut, Klaus heard it lock.
“Quinn! QUINN!”
All of his siblings could hear his desperate screams. Allison rushed towards his bedroom, determined to protect her brother even if he hated her. But his room was locked with a padlock now, one requiring a specific key. She couldn’t rumor it open, she couldn’t break it with anything, so she peered in the window to look at Klaus.
He was tied down to his bed with rope, thrashing against his restraints, shrieking. “Quinn! Please, just let me go!”
It was clear he was sober, his words weren’t slurred for the first time in a long while. Quinn was trying to kill him, make him quit cold turkey out of nowhere. The withdrawals would be like nothing Klaus had ever felt before.
He was already glistening with sweat, his hair slicked to his forehead, shivering from head to toe. He was hurting, and Allison couldn’t protect him. His desperate screams had morphed into animal-like whines and whimpers, he started fighting his restraints, pushing himself close to the wall like something terrifying was approaching him. He got high to fend off the spirits that terrified him. When he got sober…he could see them again.
“N-No,” he suddenly cried out, “please, please, I don’t want you here, please! Go away!” He pulled at his restraints, chafing the skin off his extremities until he bled. “Stop it!”
“Klaus!” Allison called out, but he couldn’t seem to hear her. She wasn’t sure if it was involuntary or if he was ignoring her. She forced herself to pull away from the door, no matter how much she wanted to protect him, to go find Quinn. She was going to convince him to let Klaus go, she had to.
He was in Viktor’s room, just talking with him. Allison peeked in. “Q-Quinn,” she called to him, hands trembling. She clasped them behind her back to mask her fear—she wouldn’t dare let him see how scared she really made him. “Let Klaus go.”
Viktor lifted his head, staring at his sister, clearly trying to piece together the puzzle of what’s happening to Klaus.
Quinn let out a hearty laugh. “Oh, that’s funny,” he snickered, “you think you can protect him? Still? After everything you did to him?”
Allison dropped her eyes to the floor. “Let me take his place, I’ll do it. Just please let him go.”
“You see, while that is an interesting notion, I have no interest in you anymore. You’re a ballbuster, and an annoying one, too. Klaus is…well, he’s a puppet. He’ll do anything I tell him, thanks to you. So I’d rather stick with him, he’s more fun for me.”
“I don’t care, let him go, or I’ll”—
“You’ll what, sweetheart? You have no power over me, nothing to hold over my head.”
Allison glanced sideways at Viktor, hoping he would come to her defense. But he kept his mouth shut—sitting on his bed, with his hands folded between his thighs, staring submissively at the floor. “I will use my power however you want me to, just please, Quinn, let my brother go! He’s in pain, he’s going through withdrawals”—
“You think I don’t already know that? It’s a punishment. He disobeyed me, so he gets fucking punished. He’s not getting out of it. I’ll let him go in a few days, once he’s really learned his lesson. Until then,” Quinn snarled, stalking up to her, “keep your pretty mouth shut.”
Allison nodded slowly. “Okay…I-I’m sorry.” She gave Viktor one last look, he seemed silently terrified. Terrified that Klaus was in this much danger, terrified that they were powerless to do anything about it.
Allison moved quickly away from the room, rushing back to Klaus. If she couldn’t help him, she would at least watch over him. So he didn’t feel so alone.
Klaus had already passed out. The pain from his withdrawals mixed with the sheer terror from the angry spirits surrounding him. They blamed him for everything, their own deaths, everything that Klaus had gotten him and his family into.
Now, instead, he was trapped in a nightmare. He was back in the trenches, clutching to his gun, completely immovable. Dave was there, he held onto Klaus’ hand. Then he lifted his gun and fired six shots…before he was blown away by three bullets. He fell right in front of Klaus, gasping desperately.
“N-No, no no no, Dave, Dave, c’mon!” Klaus screeched, clutching to his uniform. “Don’t you fucking die on me, I’ll”—
“You’ll what, Klaus?”
Klaus turned to see Quinn standing over him, holding a large assault rifle. He let out a shaky breath, pulling Dave’s head onto his lap.
“Answer the question.”
“St-Stay away from me!”
Quinn knelt in front of him, removing Dave’s dog tags and shoving them deep into his pocket. “It’s too bad. Dave was a good kid.” Then he fired six shots into Dave’s face, putting him down like a dog.
Klaus woke up screaming. He couldn’t stop, he couldn’t seem to wake up or snap out of it. He couldn’t get the sight of Dave’s blood, his brains spraying out of his face, his face collapsing as his skull shattered and caved in.
He spent days like that. He’d wake up, only for the pain to drive him unconscious again, only for the nightmare to repeat. It was like hell, he couldn’t escape, there was no respite. Stuck in his withdrawals, in pain and overheated, his skin crawling and eyes burning.
“God…please. Please just let me die,” he breathed, yanking on his restraints despite the pain it caused. “Please.”
“Klaus,” a voice said. He looked up to see Dave, his spirit, standing over him.
He stared at him for a long time, convinced he was just a hallucination. But Dave knelt beside him, using his blanket to wipe the sweat off his skin, pushing his soaked hair out of his face. “I’m here, love. I’ll keep you safe.”
“D-Dave,” he sobbed, leaning into him as he pressed his forehead into Klaus’.
His pain slipped away, and in its place was euphoria. He thought he would never see Dave again, that he didn’t exist to him. But here he was, he was real, and he was touching him again. Nothing else mattered.
“I love you, Klaus. I…I wish we had more time together.”
Klaus choked out a sob. “Me too,” he whimpered.
Then his door opened. After three days, Quinn had finally come to see him again. Dave saw him, and he looked back at Klaus. “If you let me, I can protect you, Klaus. I can keep him away from you.”
“No,” Klaus whispered. “You can’t.” Without another word, Dave disappeared into the air. He was gone, just as quickly as he arrived.
“Hey, super star,” Quinn purred, drawing closer to him.
Klaus stared up at him, void of all emotion. He had been through the worst pain he’d ever felt, and now Quinn was here to play hero, pretend like he was protecting him.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, tracing Klaus’ chest with one finger. Klaus just glared up at him, dead silent. “Would this help?” Quinn lifted a bag of pills and a pack of cigarettes, then dropped them on Klaus’ chest. Then he slowly untied Klaus’ restraints, then backed away to watch him pop the pills like candy, he rushed around looking for a lighter for his cigarettes like a wild animal in search of food. Once he found it, he settled back down on his bed, his body wracked with tremors.
“That’s what I thought. Viktor says hi, by the way. Says he misses you,” Quinn murmured, sitting beside Klaus on his bed, resting one hand on his thigh.
“You can tell him that the feeling isn’t mutual,” Klaus muttered, his voice raspy and low. He’d been screaming for three days, he’d lost his voice after day one.
“Good,” Quinn laughed. “I didn’t want to have to share you.” The hand on Klaus’ thigh got more adventurous, moving closer to his crotch, squeezing his skin, roaming. Klaus didn’t care, he just leaned back and let it happen. He was too focused on his cigarette, and he was touch starved. He’s gone days without a single real touch, now he craved it, even if it was intended to hurt him.
“Finish up that cigarette. I haven’t gotten to fuck you in days. I’ve been waiting,” he purred into Klaus’ ear, shifting closer on the bed. “Thinking about what I’m going to do to you…how I’m going to make you scream my name…how you’ll cry and beg, but no one will come to protect you.”
Klaus didn’t react. He just finished his cigarette, put the lit ash out on his wrist, and glanced back at Quinn with a defeated look in his eye. He had finally broken. He finally didn’t care anymore. He couldn’t stop any of it, so why bother holding out hope? Quinn straddled his waist and untied his gown with a derisive smile.
“C’mere, super star. Let me make that frown turn upside down.”