"I'm not property. You can't really own a person. That's -- that was abolished, I heard about it from a mate of mine. We're all on the same level, bitch. Come down to reality." The mine stuff was hot, he wasn't going to pretend it wasn't, but Barty fucked off for God knows how long and now he was his? Well, if he was, Barty was a shitty owner.
"You left me behind, didn't you?" He tilted his head down, watching the hand on his chest, and then listening to Barty. Of course he did, he didn't have an option.
Klaus whined and closed his eyes tight, his heart racing unpleasantly. "No! Whhhhy? That's playing dirty."
"You were the one who didn't want to be calm," Barty pointed out, while he reached for Klaus's wrists to pin him down. This was likely not a good way to handle this, but it wasn't as if he had any precedent. Klaus was getting under his skin and he wanted to change that. "They came after me, Klaus. They are always after me. You became like a ghost. They thought you'd died."
Probably had, Barty reckoned, but there was no need to get into it now. "So, yeah. I left the ghost behind so you could have your freedom. Now I'm back."
"Well that was pretty stupid then cause I didn't want freedom. I wanted you! Moron!" Klaus yelled, loud and annoyed because his heart was racing and he hated being scared. A familiar feeling was not a nice feeling and nothing something easily gotten used to. "And you decided without me so I can decide without you. It's a free world, baby! I can't be tamed."
He giggled in desperation, his chest clenching as he wriggled unhappy under the grip and felt his air getting thinner. Ah. The panic. There it was. "Oh. Hello darkness, my only friend." He laughed but he cried as he struggled to catch his breath.
"Shh..." Barty hushed him quietly, almost gently, watching the many emotions on his face. Too much, he realised. "Don't be scared." Perhaps he was putting him through a lot here, but Klaus had all but demanded it. At least that was how Barty was interpreting things. "I make the decisions. I always do. Can't be helped."
Not even when he wanted to. "And I am so sick of being alone all the damn time."
Breathing normally now, he tried to get back into a normal breathing pattern but his body was struggling to keep up. Being told to feel one thing and then another was giving his body crazy whiplash. His chest was fluttering but the fear was gone. "God, Bar-Bar, darling, calm yourself. Loneliness is-- is like, you know, the human condition. We're all lonely."
Reaching his hands up, he ran them through Barty's hair and mussed it up, just playfully moving and tugging it. "You gotta romance me better. It takes time to be 'forever' after you waltz out. I know, you had reasons. I don't really connect to them, you know? Reasons are raisins. Kinda wrinkly, old and no one cares for them." Whatever. It sort of made sense to him. "No one wants raisins. They want the sexy cousin of raisins, grapes. And grapes are like a symbol of wine and romance and parties."
Pulling his hands out of Barty's hair and then poked him in the cheek. "How about winning me over a little, big boy? Flowers are nice, I hear... So is speed, if you have any."
"I don't have speed." As far as he was aware, anyway. "This place has a wine cellar." There was that. Barty hadn't taken that much time to look around yet, but he did appreciate good quality alcohol. Or, truthfully, any quality alcohol on some days. "I can give you anything you want."
He looked around, shrugging his shoulders. "Do you like this place? It can be yours. There's few limits in my world. I understand it better now. How to use my gift."
"There's wine downstairs and you didn't think to lead with that? Woah. It's like you don't know me." Klaus used his years of wriggling and writhing around to slip out from under Barty almost bonelessly, sliding onto the floor with a small snort of amusement. "There's wine down there. Oh, it's Christmas. I'm too sober."
He let himself fall forward, face pressed to the floor as if he could hear the wine calling to him. Face down, ass up - looking an idiot as always.
"Can you return the gift if you don't like it? I never got a receipt. Did you?"
"No. There's no returning it. I've tried." Kind of, sort of. Barty rubbed the back of his neck as he got up of the bed, stepping next to Klaus. "Walk with me."
He headed out of the room and to the staircase, so they could go down to the ground floor and to the cellar from there. It was a big place. "They are not supposed to be gifts for us. We were supposed to be used by others."
Obviously. That was why they had been in that lab.
"Daddy's little soldier, eh? Not that he was ever my daddy unless he really wanted to mess with me." He assumed Barty's father, their horrible captor, was his actual father but he had no real proof. For all he knew, they were all just random people throw into a horrible hellish lab together. "I always hated it more when they were nice."
He could understand cruelty from bad people but faking love and kindness always hurt him, even if he knew it was fake. He supposed he just wanted it that badly.
"How many in the lab? I have an inkling." He had been working on gathering information on that cesspool for a very long time. "How many with power? I don't know about that. Some are weak, they might pass unnoticed."
Barty shrugged and unlocked the door to the wine cellar, holding it for Klaus to head down first. "Jonathan O'Shea has gathered a few. Runs in families." Or so it seemed. "But they were never in the lab. That was just our luck, darling."
"Us special boys." Klaus giggled to himself as he headed into the wine cellar and grabbed the neck of the first bottle he saw, pulling it out and inspect it. "They saw there's a lot about wine that matters but I don't care to find out." He sighed and then broke the ceil around it, pausing to look for a corkscrew.
"I wonder if I had a family. Do you reckon I was taken or I was given? Like a donation to a museum or something. I mean, your parents probably thought they giving you full potential. Did mine need a quick fiver or what?" It hurt. Rejection was a big part of his life and he had never learned to cope with it. He took the corkscrew off the wall and started to open up his bottle of wine. "I hope they both were dead and they stole me. Like a mean Boogeyman."
"With your potential, Klaus, they'd have taken you through any means necessary." The boy who could defeat death and the boy who could command anyone. It was a world ruling combination, Barty knew that. He leaned against a wall, absently running his hand along a few bottlenecks. "You were a lot better than me at evading their methods. They never figured out how to make use of you."
He frowned, hand at the back of his neck and his eyes on Klaus.
"It's because I'm useless. For me, it's easier. You can't make me do anything if I curl into a ball. The more they hurt me, the more I curled. It's like being a snail, I suppose." He hid when he got scared, he got worse under pressure and lost his ability to handle himself and his powers.
He took a sip of the wine and then slowly sat himself down on the floor, looking up at Barty. "You're strong. You learned, you bided your time, you knew what you were doing. Even when you didn't, you kinda did." Barty was his the brave one, after all. Always protecting him. "You were my hero. I was dead weight."
"That's not true. You were the only-- You felt real. You weren't scared of me." The only one to touch him for reasons other than to drug him or treat him or otherwise experiment on him. The only one to be around him without headphones or with Barty being unable to speak. He held a hand out for the bottle now, looking down at Klaus. "I'm not strong. Sometimes you just don't have a choice. Just wait for the right opportunity. And I wanted you safe."
"You choose to be strong, even when you're not. It makes you strong." Klaus raised his other hand instead and grabbed Barty's wrist, yanking him until he came down to sit with him. He waited for Barty to sit before he passed him the bottle, smiling. "You're strong, Bar-Bar. Always have been. Trust me, I know you better than myself."
He giggled a little at that and then shuffled forward, reaching out to take one of Barty's hands in his own. "You know... I really don't like wine much."
"Yeah, I prefer whiskey. They've got some upstairs." Barty held on to Klaus's hand, looking at him and reaching up again, so he could play with his hair. "Stay with me. I won't make you. Not really. But I'll give you anything you ask for."
He should have probably added some modifiers, but he didn't want to. he was ready to give him the world. "Whatever you want."
"Let's just spend this time together, yeah? Me and you. Just us. Don't worry so much. Get out of your head and stay in the moment. With me." He held Barty's hand, not sure what Barty wanted from him but he wasn't exactly going to walk away from him, was he? It was Barty, after all. Even if he roamed, he could never leave him. He loved him too much.
"I'm here, now. We're together, handsome." He nuzzled against Barty's hand and then looked at him. "Smile for me? I smiled for you."
"Easier when you have to do it, isn't it? Smiling." Barty sighed, but then he chuckled. He let go of Klaus's hand, but only so he could grab him by the hips instead and quite suddenly pull him on top of him. While Klaus was straddling him, he leaned his head back and smiled. Close enough to it, anyway. "I'll be yours, darling. If you'll be mine."
"See, this is the romance I talked about before. You are taking notes!" Klaus laughed and planted a kiss on Barty's cheek playfully. Hugging him again was like a surge of a thousand memories. How many times did they hug like this? How many fun little moments in terrible times? It was addictive.
"Darling, I'll be yours until the end of time. Just don't forget to be mine."
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"You left me behind, didn't you?" He tilted his head down, watching the hand on his chest, and then listening to Barty. Of course he did, he didn't have an option.
Klaus whined and closed his eyes tight, his heart racing unpleasantly. "No! Whhhhy? That's playing dirty."
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Probably had, Barty reckoned, but there was no need to get into it now. "So, yeah. I left the ghost behind so you could have your freedom. Now I'm back."
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He giggled in desperation, his chest clenching as he wriggled unhappy under the grip and felt his air getting thinner. Ah. The panic. There it was. "Oh. Hello darkness, my only friend." He laughed but he cried as he struggled to catch his breath.
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Not even when he wanted to. "And I am so sick of being alone all the damn time."
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Reaching his hands up, he ran them through Barty's hair and mussed it up, just playfully moving and tugging it. "You gotta romance me better. It takes time to be 'forever' after you waltz out. I know, you had reasons. I don't really connect to them, you know? Reasons are raisins. Kinda wrinkly, old and no one cares for them." Whatever. It sort of made sense to him. "No one wants raisins. They want the sexy cousin of raisins, grapes. And grapes are like a symbol of wine and romance and parties."
Pulling his hands out of Barty's hair and then poked him in the cheek. "How about winning me over a little, big boy? Flowers are nice, I hear... So is speed, if you have any."
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He looked around, shrugging his shoulders. "Do you like this place? It can be yours. There's few limits in my world. I understand it better now. How to use my gift."
For better and often for worse.
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He let himself fall forward, face pressed to the floor as if he could hear the wine calling to him. Face down, ass up - looking an idiot as always.
"Can you return the gift if you don't like it? I never got a receipt. Did you?"
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He headed out of the room and to the staircase, so they could go down to the ground floor and to the cellar from there. It was a big place. "They are not supposed to be gifts for us. We were supposed to be used by others."
Obviously. That was why they had been in that lab.
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He could understand cruelty from bad people but faking love and kindness always hurt him, even if he knew it was fake. He supposed he just wanted it that badly.
"How many of us do you think there were?"
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Barty shrugged and unlocked the door to the wine cellar, holding it for Klaus to head down first. "Jonathan O'Shea has gathered a few. Runs in families." Or so it seemed. "But they were never in the lab. That was just our luck, darling."
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"I wonder if I had a family. Do you reckon I was taken or I was given? Like a donation to a museum or something. I mean, your parents probably thought they giving you full potential. Did mine need a quick fiver or what?" It hurt. Rejection was a big part of his life and he had never learned to cope with it. He took the corkscrew off the wall and started to open up his bottle of wine. "I hope they both were dead and they stole me. Like a mean Boogeyman."
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He frowned, hand at the back of his neck and his eyes on Klaus.
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He took a sip of the wine and then slowly sat himself down on the floor, looking up at Barty. "You're strong. You learned, you bided your time, you knew what you were doing. Even when you didn't, you kinda did." Barty was his the brave one, after all. Always protecting him. "You were my hero. I was dead weight."
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He giggled a little at that and then shuffled forward, reaching out to take one of Barty's hands in his own. "You know... I really don't like wine much."
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He should have probably added some modifiers, but he didn't want to. he was ready to give him the world. "Whatever you want."
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"I'm here, now. We're together, handsome." He nuzzled against Barty's hand and then looked at him. "Smile for me? I smiled for you."
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"Darling, I'll be yours until the end of time. Just don't forget to be mine."