notes: hello all you lovely people. If you're familiar with my tumblr (bisexualklausmikaelson) you've probably already read this drabble. Well get ready because I've decided to turn it into a multichaptered fic! It just really inspires me and I've been really digging this fic. So I'm gunna try to update it as much as I can, hope you all like it. I can't wait to read your feedback :)

setting: au/loosely based on some facts about hybrids, werewolves, and vampires from TVD/TO-verse

warnings: most of the following chapters will contain explicit sexual content and a lot of angst (this isn't one of my fluff fics folks). viewer discretion is advised.

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the sinking man

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one: a turbulent introduction

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The first thing Kol does when he comes back from the dead is drag his brothers to a stripclub.

Elijah is uptight. He doesn't even know how he ended up agreeing to such an activity. Not that he looks down on women who are strippers. He happens to think that it's just a regular job. However, he had just gone through a break-up. And he really wasn't in the mood to be at a strip club.

Finn is even more uncomfortable, as he's quite certain that Sage would have his head for even looking at another woman. But, this was something Kol wanted for himself. He supposes that it's the least they can do in order to make up for missing out on so many years of their little brother's life.

Klaus didn't seem to mind Kol's suggestion, as he was in the middle of receiving a lap-dance.

The woman before him is all lean lines and flawless skin. Her eyes are a mix of hazel and green, flashing in the night. She straddles him, knees locked around his hips as she's grinding in to his crotch.

"You must be Klaus Mikaelson," she whispers, throwing her arms around his neck. "The infamous original hybrid," she purrs, lips only inches away from his ear.

He offers her his fondest smirk. "I see that my reputation precedes me," Klaus comments.

She feels his hand wander, claws digging in to her hips, encouraging her to continue her work. "Well, it's kind of an honor to have the original siblings at our humble little club," she giggles.

"Humble?" he repeats, sounding a little confused. Then, he tangles his fingers in to her soft brown curls. "I suppose that my brother's habit of throwing hundred dollar bills didn't influence your words?" Klaus groans.

She inhales sharply, feeling the keen tug of his hand when it's grabbing on to her hair. "You're so perceptive," he lets her know.

He catches her scent, the alluring smell of vanilla and wolf's blood. No wonder she knew who he was. Werewolves were notorious for their survivor's instinct. And with the upcoming war between the species, Klaus supposes that it was no surprise that she was throwing herself at him.

"I don't believe I caught your name," Klaus says instead.

"Andrea," she bites, as her voice quivers.

He picks up on the little white lie. "That's funny," he chuckles. "You don't look like an 'Andrea'," he then reaches in to his pocket, pulls out a hundred dollar bill and slips it in to her cleavage.

"It's my stripper name," Andrea nods. "Maybe, for another hundred, I'll tell you my real name," her smile stretches, revealing a sharp set of shiny white teeth.

"I think another hundred should get me more than a name, sweetheart," Klaus scoffs.

She tilts her head to one side and pulls him closer. "You're right about that," Andrea drawls. And she's biting her bottom lip, forcing him to stare. "You wanna take a look at my list of rates and fees?"

Klaus nods, looking a bit too eager. But honestly, she was exquisite. So he really isn't to blame.

Andrea takes out a small booklet, pointing to the list of sexual favours and the prices. He blinks twice, taking his time to read through the document.

"Well, you sure don't come cheap," he shrugs, taking out a thick wad of cash.

She stares at the money, looking rather satisfied with his choice. "There's a lovely little hotel across the street, we could go there to…complete the transaction," she winks.

"Sure," he agrees, following her out.

Klaus looked behind him and noticed Kol offering him a whistle while Elijah and Finn rolled their eyes.

Andrea grabs his hand, distracting him from his siblings.

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notes: so there you have it, a short little intro chapter. this is probably going to be one of the only smut-free chapters so enjoy it while you can! the filth will commence in part 2!