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Klaus was vibrating. He felt high, and yet no drugs were involved. Unless, of course, you include his brother. Klaus stepped into his room, his room that he's shared with a ghostly Ben for nearly 15 years now, and yet... it somehow felt different to have Ben in here with him. Ben had always been there, of course. But now he's here. And Klaus can touch him, and it's all he can think about. He thought back to their earlier conversation.
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"God, I am SO excited for that cheese tray. I am starving, ravenous even. And Vanya always puts it together so nicely, with the good crackers and so many types of cheese." He was practically salivating at the thought. He reached his arms up, turning his body away from Ben. "Scratch my back." He leaned forward, pulling his shirt up over his head a little.
"Klaus, I am not scratching your back. You're lanky enough; you can reach behind you no problem. Scratch yourself." Ben crossed his arms, and Klaus sighed.
"C'mon Benny! You know it feels better when someone else does it. I'll scratch yours next, pleeeeease?" He wiggled a little, and suddenly he felt a reluctant hand reach out and start very meticulously scratching his back. Ben was meticulous in everything he did; everything was calculated, the polar opposite of impulse. The polar opposite of Klaus.
"Up, to the left." Klaus leaned sideways, trying to get Ben's hand in the right spot. Ben shifted his hand, scratching a little harder, and Klaus let out a groan but was quickly interrupted by nails digging into his back. This made Klaus jump, but he leaned into the touch a little bit more. "Jesus, Ben, what was that about?" He said through gritted teeth as little pricks of pain rang up his spine. And just as quick as the daggers dug into his skin, they were removed. Ben jumped backwards with a pathetic noise, one Klaus hadn't heard since they were kids. Ben was... scared? Klaus sprang around to look at his brother. His brother, who had his hands placed perfectly in his lap. His brother, who was redder than a tomato. His brother, who... was hiding a boner. Klaus immediately averted his gaze and decided to look Ben in the eyes.
"Klaus... Ignore it, please, I'm begging you." He squeaked out, talking too fast, his words coming out all at once in a mumbled whine. Klaus had never, in all his years, seen Ben so flustered. And I mean, Klaus had had a lot of sex in front of Ben, and still, somehow, this was different. He was flustered because of him. Klaus immediately decided that he liked this and simultaneously decided to deal with whatever feelings were involved in this ordeal later. For now, he had his brother, his sweet baby brother (okay, yes, they were the same age, but Ben died when he was sixteen, and he still acted sixteen half the time, and if he got hard from just scratching Klaus's back, then his body must react that way too), who was looking at him so sweetly, eyes glazed over, with a hard-on making a tent in his skinny jeans.
"Oh Benny," he cooed, inching closer. "It's okay; it's only natural that you react this way... I mean, I'm hot as hell, and I moan very pretty." He winked as Ben pulled his legs up to his chest, trying desperately to hide his little problem. "It must be hard being stuck in a hormonal body, huh?" His voice was sickly sweet and sat heavily between them, as if molasses were dripping from every word. He could tell Ben was eating up every word, his whole body starting to tremble. Suddenly, the doorknob turned, and Klaus silently cursed whatever gods were listening.
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So they were in Klaus's room. And everything has changed (in the best way). Klaus flopped down on his bed, a squeak escaping from the old springs of his mattress. He had upgraded to a double bed when he was 16, shortly after Ben had died. He had begged Grace, had said it wasn't fair that Luther got a double bed and he didn't. (Luther had a much bigger build than Klaus, even before the monkey drugs.) But really, it was for Ben. He couldn't stand to watch him lie on the floor, or sit on the dresser, or stand awkwardly in the corner. Eventually, Grace gave in and granted his wish. She usually did for all of them, really.
Ben walked in behind him, shutting the door softly, and stood there for a couple of seconds, back to Klaus, just staring at the doorknob.
"I need you to know that this isn't just sexual for me." Ben blurted out. Klaus was taken aback. He had an inkling that this crush had been festering in Ben's ghostly little stomach for some time now. The way he looked at Klaus had shifted over the years, and the way his eyes lingered just a second too long whenever his brother was changing. Klaus hadn't really thought about why it was so easy for him to change, to have sex, to masturbate in front of Ben. He just... did. Sure, it was awkward for the first couple of weeks that ghost Ben had been around, but they had been close as lively brothers; why not be even closer in death? They had taken countless baths together as children, Grace pairing up the siblings so she could get it done faster before bed. (Ben and Klaus, Diego and Luther, Vanya and Allison, and Five always refused. He was stubborn, even as a toddler.) So why was it any different that Ben sees Klaus naked now?
But it was different now. They weren't children; they weren't even teenagers (unless you count Ben, I suppose). Klaus was an adult, and Ben had gotten a hard-on over hearing him groan. Tension lingered in the air as Klaus returned his thoughts to present-day Ben, who was gripping his pants so tight on either side that Klaus thought he might rip them off. Not that he would mind, he had never seen Ben naked in all his ghostly years; he hadn't even changed clothes. He shook his head. Focus, Klaus.
"So you're in love with me, is what I'm hearing." He teased, sitting himself up on the bed and making room for Ben to come sit when he was ready.
"No, I'm not in love with you. I just—" He bit back, and despite not being able to see his mouth, Klaus knew he was gritting his teeth. "It's just more than sexual. Okay? I just couldn't live with myself if you thought I was just some incestuous freak who gets it up for any of his brothers. I'm not. But it's like Vanya said, I see the world through Klaus-colored glasses... or whatever." He trailed off at the end, his words becoming mumbly as he wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs.
"Okay, Benerino, whatever you say. Now, are you gonna come lie down?" He patted the bed beside him, and Ben sheepishly made his way over. He slithered into the bed next to Klaus and turned so that his back was facing him. Klaus laid his hand on his back and absent-mindedly started tracing little shapes with his finger. He watched as Ben stiffened, his legs kicking out and then being pulled back in. Intently, he watched as his brother squirmed under his touch, his newfound power glistening under his fingertips.
"Stop..." The boy whined under Klaus's touch, and Klaus felt like he was on fire. This was better than any high he's ever had, this was better than any drug combination he could possibly conjure up in his mind, this was better than sex. His stomach twisted into a knot as he slowly took his hand away. He didn't want to stop, and he wasn't sure he ever would've had Ben not asked him. "N-no-" Ben curled himself into a ball and then out again, and then he restlessly turned onto his back, his arm flicking over his eyes.
"You told me to stop, Benny." He stated, and he tried so hard to sound plain, to sound normal, but it came out in a teasing coo anyways.
"No, I meant" And Ben paused, his other arm raising up and plopping down over his eyes as well. God, Klaus couldn't take this. He couldn't watch his poor little ghost fester in his embarrassment any longer. He needed to help him. That's what he told himself when the shame and guilt crept up. He was helping Ben. He slowly and ever so gently took one of Ben's arms and removed it from his face, only to watch him dig his other arm in deeper.
"What did you mean, Ben? C'mon, you can tell me." His voice was in an octave he's never heard before. He was a bottom. No, he was a damn pillow princess. This was new territory for him, and he'd be lying if he said his heart wasn't pounding so loud that he was scared Ben would hear it. "Come on, baby boy, tell me." The nickname rolled off his tongue like butter, and Ben fucking whined. God, if Klaus wasn't immortal, he was pretty sure this would've killed him.
"I meant stop teasing me." It was said so softly that Klaus was pretty sure he imagined it. But when Ben broke free from Klaus's hand that was still holding his arm and threw it back over his face, he knew it had been rooted in reality. Klaus held back a gasp, determined to stay in charge, to stay in control. He bit his lip and drew in a shaky breath.
"Oh honey, I'm hardly teasing you. But is that what you want? For me to get you all worked up?" He eyed Ben, looking for anything that could mean consent. A word. A nod. But Ben gave him something better. He bucked his pretty little hips into the air, a soft closed-mouth moan escaping from his throat. Klaus wondered how often Ben had thought about this, had thought about Klaus touching him, or talking to him in this tone. "Okay, okay. I see you; I see what you need. Come here, let me take care of you." The words poured out of his mouth like blood, all thick and heavy and so, so dangerous. He was in a new role, and he was navigating it so swiftly that he was shocking even himself. "Do you know my safeword system?" Klaus asked, trying not to sound so sickly sweet. It was a serious question. He knew his brother was a virgin; he had died before adulthood, and they didn't exactly have time to mingle with others in their teenage years unless they snuck out, but Ben was a good little soldier, and he'd never dream of breaking a rule. Ben nodded because of course he knows; he's watched Klaus have sex more than Klaus could even fathom.
"Stoplight system." He said softly, his words trembling. "Red means stop, yellow means slow down or pause, and green means continue." Klaus's hand was creeping up Ben's thigh as he spoke, and he watched as his hips bucked up into the air as he got closer to the spot that Klaus knew was aching for his touch.
"One word. One word and this all stops, okay? One word and I pull you into my arms and we cuddle and fall asleep." He smiled softly as Ben nodded again. Klaus squeezed his thigh as he shifted himself to sit up in front of Ben, who was lying oh so pretty, legs spread and shaking, hands covering his face, and cock creating such a tight tent in his pants that Klaus's own throbbed from the phantom pain of being so restricted. He placed his other hand on the boy's knee as he explored his new terrain. Ben was boney, and he could feel his hip bones through his jeans that were way too tight.
"Klaus..." A pathetic noise bubbled up from his throat and Klaus's name poured out. It felt so wrong, so filthy, so depraved, and yet so right. Klaus chuckled softly, running his hand up the inner side of Ben's thigh and lightly grazing the tight bump in the centre. "Fuck-" Ben bit his lip, hard. Hard enough that blood dripped down his chin and Klaus couldn't wait anymore. He took his hand and placed it on Ben's crotch, covered by his acid washed skinny jeans and he squeezed, much harder than he meant to. He was used to an experienced man, someone who liked his rough hands and heavy petting. But this wasn't some bear from a bar. This was Ben. This was his virgin brother who was stuck in his sixteen year old body and that was too much for him. Ben let out a sob, his voice croaking as he arched his back. Ben fucking came. IN HIS PANTS.
"S-sorry" A tear rolled down his cheek, the blood from his lip drying quickly on his neck, and he looked so pretty and Klaus didn't want to stop. He wanted to get on top of him and grind his own cock against the wet spot he had made in his jeans. He wanted to rip those jeans off of him and take him into his mouth and suck him dry. He wanted to flip him over and- But his thoughts were cut off by his brothers outward thoughts.
"I didn't mean to, I know usually you need permission to- do that... I couldn't hold it. I'm sorry." Each word chased the last with the eagerness of a tiger hunting its prey. And Klaus hadn't meant to laugh or moan but it came out all as one conjoined noise. Ben had watched Klaus have sex so often that he thought that orgasm control was the norm. Fuck. He tried his best to sitfle his laughter and turn his attention towards the pathetic mess of a brother who was laying in front of him.
"No baby, you did perfect. Orgasm control is a bit much for your first time. You did so well for me." He slithered in between Ben's legs, pushing himself up with a hand on either side of Ben's face and they were so close that Klaus could smell him. He smelled like black licoricse and patchoulli. He smelled fucking divine. How could a ghost who hasn't showered in 15 years smell so fucking good. And his next move, Klaus did without thinking. He leaned down and licked Ben's cheek, catching the corner of his mouth on the tip of his tongue. The smaller boy squirmed underneath him and he felt his hips rise up to meet Klaus's knee that was planted perfectly in between his legs. "Fuck Benny..." And he had to tell himself firmly in his mind not to push his knee up, not to make Ben grind on his thigh, not to go just a little further and kneel on his balls (something Klaus had been very fond of). But he didn't, because this was Ben, he reminded himself again and again. He wanted to prolong this, he was going to milk this as much as possible.
"You want more, angel?" He leaned down on one elbow, their chests flush, his other hand reaching up to direct Ben's chin. He tilted his head to the front, forcing him to look into his eyes. "Tell me, tell me you want more and I'll give it to you, fuck Benny I'll give you anything you ask for. Just tell me, use your words." He was trying so hard not to lose himself in this, trying so hard not to go too far and push Ben away or make him not want this anymore. He needed Ben to tell him it was okay. He needed to hear him say that this was good, despite the mess in Ben's pants that already proved his point. he needed to hear it.
"Yes, yes please- just- shit. You. I want- I want you to-" Sputtering words filled the air. He was trying so hard to use his words, he was trying so hard to be a good boy for Klaus and it was enough. It was more than enough for Klaus to lean down and kiss his neck. Planting soft, tender kisses to each inch of skin he could get to. He sucked a tiny piece of skin in between his lips and ran his tongue over it. Ben moaned so sweetly, Klaus had never heard anything like it. He had never felt this way during sex. Maybe it was because he was on top and making someone feel good, but it was probably more the fact that it was Ben he was making feel so good. His brother. His innocent little baby Ben. "Fuck- Klaus, yes- yes ple- moremoremore." He begged, cutting himself off midsentence before he could even finish his words as Klaus nipped at his collarbone. It wasn't hard, it wasn't meant to hurt or draw blood like so many of Klaus's sexual encounters before. No, it was tender. It was sweet.
"Yeah? You want more? You want me to mark you? Show everyone that I touched you, that I had my lips on your neck?" He pulled at Ben's hoodie, desperate to expose any ounce of skin he possibly could.
"Yes, god- yes. Yes." Ben tilted his neck to the side, granting Klaus access. He wasted no time, placing a hand in his brothers hair, careful not to tug, just enough to guide him. He had never been this gentle with anybody but Ben made it so easy. He took another chunk of skin into his mouth and sucked, swirling his tongue around the tender spot he was creating. Ben tilted his chin up, revelling in his brothers touch. He let go with a pop, smiling down at the dark red mark that had replaced where his lips once were. He rubbed his thumb lightly over the hickey and Ben whined, turning to lean into where Klaus had his hand. He gazed into Klaus's eyes, his own being all glazed over. Klaus knew that look. Ben was fucked out. He was cum drunk. And he hadn't even been fucked, nor given any cum. God, Klaus was going to have so much fun with him. Ben took a deep breath, steadying himself before saying his next words.
"You cut me off earlier..." He swallowed with an audible gulp, dragging his eyes away from the piercing gaze looking back at him. Klaus hadn't meant to look at him like he was prey, he really hadn't, but god, he was so worked up, he was so painfully hard himself that he couldn't help it. He craved Ben more than he had ever craved anything. Any substance, any vice, any bad habit. He could easily find himself getting addicted to this.
"Yeah?" His voice was breathy. "Did I?" He leaned down in between each statement, planting a soft kiss to Ben's temple, and then his ear, taking it in between his teeth and biting down ever so gently. "I'm so sorry, baby." Another kiss "Tell me what you were gonna say." Another nibble at the cartildige of his ear.
"I- fuck, Klaus. Let me- ow! Let me talk!" He whined, trying to squrim away from Klaus's mouth. Klaus chuckled and pushed himself up on both his hands, hovering his lips over Ben's.
"Go on then." Their lips brushed during the second word and Ben shuddered underneath him, his eyes fluttering closed. He leaned forward just a smidge and Klaus moved back, watching as Ben chased his lips. Fuck. Klaus was coming undone. He could feel a wet, sticky spot on his pants where the precum had been collecting. He thrust forward, catching Ben's hips in the movement.
"I want you to-" His moan cut him off before he could finish, and Klaus couldn't stop himself then. He wasn't a patient man by any means, and he was used to being the bottom and if he was this hard than it meant that he had at least three fingers inside him by now. "Fuck, yes.. yes, like that." Ben's head rolled back, knocking off the metal frame of the headboard. Klaus ground his hips down again, feeling the way his cock met Ben's wet spot from earlier. He could tell Ben was getting hard again already and he had forgotten how easy it was to go multiple rounds at his bodies age.
"Fuck Ben, you want me to what?" He humped again and again and again until he found a steady pace where he was getting enough friction, but wasn't going to cum too fast, (because god if he went any harder he feared he would come completely undone.) Ben was trembling underneath him, and he was trying so hard to speak, so hard to answer to Klaus's wishes, his brother knew that he was getting lost in this, lost in the pleasure, lost in him. That thought alone was almost enough to push him over the edge.
"C-cum. I want you to-" Ben stuttered out, and that was it. Klaus hissed, dropping from his hands onto his elbows as he felt his body tensing up. He was grinding faster now, harder. He had a matter of seconds before he came, and he wanted Ben to cum too. He groaned, gritting his teeth and ducking his head into Ben's shoulder.
"How long have you wanted this?" He spat out, sounding meaner than he intended and he made a quick mental note to tone it down. Ben just whined in response, lifting his hips to match Klaus's desperate thrusts. They were by no means steady at this point, and Klaus silently applauded his little virgin for keeping up.
"8 y-years." Ben moaned, loud, and Klaus didn't care. He didn't care if his other siblings heard, he didn't care if god himself heard, because he was making Ben make that noise. He was the subject of his brothers desire. Klaus held his breath for a second without realizing, feeling himself sputter and tense up as he rode out his wave.
"Good boy, good fucking boy, you're so perfect, you're so good for me, you're doing so well, fuck-" Klaus said whatever was on his mind, whatever he could muster up as he came, and he came hard. "God- fuck, Benji, you make me feel so good, you make me so proud." His voice was trailing off as he came down, but Ben didn't seem to care, because just like that he came again. Both of them shook, eyes closed, mouths agape, sweet nothings pouring from Klaus's lips and little whimpers and whines coming from Ben's.
Klaus rolled off of him, flopping down onto his back as he tried his best to steady his breathing. His eye's were still shut, and he wasn't sure how long he stayed like that before he felt a soft body being wrapped around his own, limbs tangling like they were meant to fit into eachothers absence. Neither of them spoke after that, and Klaus wasn't sure who fell asleep first.
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When he woke, his brother was still tangled up in his arms, legs thrown over his own, face tucked into his arm. Klaus nearly jumped back, he wasn't used to waking up next to someone touching him, all his hookups left before he woke up (as per Klaus's pre-game rules.) He suddenly found last night's memories rolling back into his mind, a deep pit settling in his stomach.
There was no turning back now, was there?