It's summer in the flashback fic, Klaus is down about not finding werewolves. Damon's got to cheer him up.
Klaus Mikaelson sat on the end of the bed in the hotel room not even slightly interested in the dripping wet very naked Damon who had come from the shower. He was staring at his lap a dead expression in his face and Damon decided this wouldn't do. He did not become a slave just to sit and watch his master be a statute. Klaus doesn't notice until hours later that Damon has gone when he brings himself out of his own mind.
That's when the panic sets in and he's following Damon's scent up to the roof. A blanket with wine glasses full of blood, still warm were next to a smiling Damon. His eyes were the most emotional Klaus had ever seen and he wonders about the worry in them. He realizes the worry was for him and feels slightly guilty about making Damon worry.
"I know your down about the hybrids, but I wanted to prove that there are other things that matter"Damon explains and Klaus smiles slightly kissing him lightly. "Now you've listened to me talk about my problems, I know about your family and the horrible things you've done, but what do you like to do?"Damon asks pulling him down onto the blanket and offering him a glass.
"I like to paint"Klaus reveals and by Damon's pleased expression he knows he should continue. "I enjoy cultures, what is the point of being immortal if you don't learn all you can? I like to watch animals, and their actions. The food chain moves up from animals to us at the top"Klaus says and Damon leans against him.
"You have anything in museums?"Damon asks setting his empty glass aside.
"I do actually, mostly from the Renaissance time"he responds.
"Tell me about that time, who you met, what you did. Not who you killed but what you did"Damon grins.
"Well we all lived in Italy together. We got along no bloodshed beyond what we needed to feed. We met Martin Luther at one point. I painted more than I had ever before. Rebekah loved everything about the creativity. She knew Leonardo De Vinci as a young man. Kol was friends with your ancestor Rosella Salvatore. She was never charmed by him just a friend. A traveler to, she and I caused lots of trouble. The 1300s were up until recently my favorite time period. No Petrova's to ruin my life, no backstabbing, no worries, friends, beautiful places"Klaus smiles as he remembers it.
"I loved Italy as a boy, I could feel my families power. I could feel mine and the power of our graveyard was ten times the one in the French Quarter"Damon smiles brightly. "What's your favorite time period now?"Damon wonders lacing his fingers with Klaus's.
"Undecided"Klaus grins at Damon.
"There's the smile I've been missing. You don't have to shut down around me Nik, talk to me whenever you want. I have no interest in running away or hurting you"Damon assures him kissing him.
"You know there is something that might hurry the decision along" Klaus bates cheekily smirking at Damon. The younger vampire smirks back capturing Klaus's lips in a fierce kiss. He lies on top of Klaus his tongue sliding inside of Klaus's mouth and enticing the double canines to come out. His hands slip down towards Klaus's belt when the hyrbid stops his hands.
"Something wrong?"Damon asks worriedly. He put this together to make Klaus feel better not to make him feel any negative emotion. Klaus smiles affectionately up at Damon running a thumb along his jaw bone.
" No little raven I just don't want to dirty this wonderful moment in my memories"he responds and Damon smiles almost shyly. "Besides I made up my mind already"he responds kissing him. It isn't a quick or passionate kiss, but a sweet one meant to convey everything they couldn't say to each other yet.
"Nik, you alright now?" Damon asks when they reenter the hotel room.
"Better than alright my little raven" Klaus promises kissing him goodnight. Damon watches Klaus drift off to sleep a smile on his face, Damon shocks himself when he think about just how far he'd go just to see it.