The next night, there was another knock on the hotel room door. Klaus sincerely hoped it was not one of his men checking on him, due to his exhaustion and an abnormal level of grouchiness even for him, all that day. He knew they'd noticed - they'd been watching him out of the corner of their eyes all day, except for the times when he caught them at it and informed them they wouldn't be able to look at him like that all the way from Alaska.

But then, if he was hoping it wasn't one of his men checking up on him, who was he hoping it would be? The only other person he could have expected was Eroica - who was now standing in the hallway again, this time looking much more relaxed than he had the night before. He was even smiling.

Normally, that would have been the cue that it was a good time to slam the door in his face. Klaus didn't understand any of his thoughts towards the man at the moment - including why he didn't do just that, but instead muttered, "What now?"

"I forgot something."

Dorian's eyes sparkled in a very thought-provoking way as Klaus stepped aside to let him in. "...Fine."

Klaus stayed where he was and just watched as Dorian glanced around the room, even bent down to look under the table. In very tight pants. He never would have dared to bend over in pants that tight. Especially not around Dorian - a man who from all appearances had wanted to sodomize him.

...He was not comparing himself to Eroica.

Dorian hummed thoughtfully, looking slightly puzzled. "What is it you think you forgot?" Klaus asked brusquely.

"Maybe I didn't forget anything after all..." Dorian mused. "You didn't come up with anything unexpected after my visit last night, did you?"

"...No." He'd found no personal possessons that didn't belong to him, but that was still an utter lie.

"Hmm..." Hands on hips, Dorian glanced around the room a little more, then smiled as his eyes turned towards where Klaus was standing by the door. "Oh - I know what it was," he said, stepping towards him.

"What?" If not for the revelation, Klaus would have thought he was going to... try something. Since he wasn't - because Dorian wasn't actually gay - Klaus didn't back away. That would be silly. So were the thoughts in his head.

"This."

Klaus was wrong, and yet right at the same time. Dorian's arms wound around him, his body pressed them up against the wall. His mouth was against Klaus' lips - and since Klaus had been telling himself firmly that he did not need these defenses any longer, they weren't there. He was kissing back. Soon, his hands were on Dorian's waist. It wasn't long at all before his body was... doing things that he would have thrown Eroica out the window for talking about.

"What is this?" he gasped in disbelief when Dorian broke the kiss to turn them and push him towards the bed. "You... you said..."

Dorian smiled exactly the kind of smile that Klaus always associated with Eroica. "I had a feeling that arousing your sympathies might arouse you in other ways."

"...You lied."

"Darling, I'm a thief. I lie all the time, and I'm very good at it - though there was a great deal of truth in the story I told you. But honestly, now - how could you possibly believe that I'd only ever slept with one man in my entire life when I'm able to turn you on with just a kiss?"

"...You fucking bastard!" Klaus hissed.

"Good to see that one of us speaks the truth." Dorian pushed him down on the bed.