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Klaus broke his jaw once when he was 12. Diego had made sure to repeatedly announce to him it was 8 weeks of pure, unbridled bliss. His lesson was not learned, even at age 16. The pale boy was once again walking in heels, albeit more gracefully than his preteen years. He could spin around, twirl, and even dance in them, and he was very proud of this. He liked to wear heels around the house, so he could tower over even the tallest of his brothers. It annoyed them how much pride he took in being able to look down at them- Klaus hadn't yet hit a growth spurt that'd carry him to his adult height, so he was stuck at 5'8, with Diego being 6'0 and Luther 6'-fucking-5.
Caught up in his thoughts, Klaus wrapped one of Allison's feather boas around himself, humming as he traipsed along the upstairs hallway. Reginald had decided to step out to go visit or do whatever the old geezer did, leaving Pogo and Grace in charge. This meant that Klaus could dress as femininely as he wanted without the old man yelling at him and just generally being rude and vindictive. Grace didn't have the programming to deal with it, and Pogo was more often making sure Diego's bones weren't being broken and Luther wasn't being stabbed. Without thinking, Klaus took a wayward step, this action landing him flying down the stairs.
"Fuck!" He screeched, his jaw making contact with the hard, wooden floor. He could feel it fracture on impact, hear footsteps running to check on him- Ben, Grace, and Diego.
"Language," His mother lovingly disciplined, Klaus rolling his eyes.
"Give me a pass, I just broke my fucking-" Klaus was able to stammer out, in great pain. Fuck, everything hurt so bad. Grace looked at him. "Frickin' jaw." Grace nodded.
"That's better, sweetie. Are you wearing my heels again? We discussed this." She carefully gathered the boy in her arms, her robotic strength allowing her to carry a near-grown teenage boy with relative ease. Diego stuck close to his mum, watching his brother worriedly. Ben did his best to check up on Klaus.
"Are you- are you okay?" Ben asked, a glare shining from Klaus's hunter green eyes. "I'll take that as a no." He replied, nodding.
Grace was a surprisingly gentle nurse, fitting his jaw and doing everything so that there was a limited level of pain. Klaus wasn't sure if she was trying to do that or if her coding was just written that way, but it seemed unlikely that Reginald would ever try and attempt to minimize their pain. Honestly, Klaus was surprised that Grace wasn't punching him in the jaw repeatedly, just to test how loud he'd scream.
Diego kept a tiny smirk to himself as Klaus was finally set free, unable to talk. "Seems someone hadn't learned his lesson," He taunted, a knife twirled between his fingers. Klaus flipped him off, grabbing a notebook and pen.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Klaus wrote. "Laugh all you want, but just wait till I break your jaw." He scribbled the words down angrily. Diego sniggered, grabbing the notebook and pen, tossing them out of Klaus's reach. Klaus went to grab them, but Diego grabbed his wrists, in one fell swoop.
"Nah, I don't think so." Klaus glared daggers, furious at how his brother was bullying him. "It's your fault you broke your jaw, you don't get to talk." Klaus yanked his hands free, rubbing his wrists. Luther wandered into the living room, probably to sneak a cookie before dinner. "What's going on here?"
"Shut the fuck up, Luther." Diego tended as of late to snap at Luther, even if Luther hadn't acted aggressively. Klaus guessed this was a self-defence mechanism that Diego had adopted, or maybe just teenage hormones.
"Hey! I haven't done anything to you!" Luther snapped back, before sighing. He looked to Klaus, seeing how his jaw was now wired shut. "Hah, fall again?" Klaus gave Luther a dangerous look, but Luther paid him no mind. The thin, wispy boy stood up, slowly walking up the stairs so as not to chance another fall.
A couple of hours passed, and Klaus was upstairs, internally bemoaning his inability to smoke a joint. He had even resigned himself to reading a book, like a virgin or something. Klaus didn't like reading, so his boredom levels were at an all-time high when Luther walked in, and Klaus would have frowned. Luther usually had the decency to ask. Then again, it's not like he could've responded.
"Hey there, Klaus." The blonde greeted Klaus, who gave a half-assed wave in return. He shifted as Luther sat down, the bed dipping to accommodate him. "So, I was thinking-" Klaus dropped the book, grabbing a notebook and he quickly scribbled down a note.
"Did it hurt?" The notebook read. Luther growled, ripping the page out and tearing it in two, before exiling the pieces with a flick of the wrist.
"I had been thinking, that like, you've done stuff with guys, right?" Luther questioned, sounding almost nervous. Klaus rolled his eyes to that question. It's not like he was hiding that he liked men, women, and the people in between. He scratched down his answer.
"Obviously."
Luther nodded, continuing. "I wanted to uh, see. If a guy touching me felt the same as.. as a girl touching me." Klaus's brows furrowed. What the hell did this early life sexual crisis have to do with him?
"I'm sure there are a ton of gay boys out there that'd love to jerk you off." Klaus wrote down, flashing Luther the notebook, watching the other's cheeks darken. Number One shook his head.
"I can't do that. You see, the only guy I know that likes guys is... you. Do you think you could..?"
Despite not having a working jaw, Klaus looked increasingly horrified as it started to click. Klaus was not into his brother. Quickly, he scratched out an answer onto the notepad- "NO." Luther, if anything, looked hurt.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, swear." Luther reached out to touch Klaus's torso, Klaus batting his hands away. No, no, no, no, NO. He wasn't that kind of guy. He went to grab his notebook again, but one of Luther's large hands reached it first, tossing it hard enough at the door that the door closed. To get it now, he'd have to go past Luther.
"I know it's bad if you say no, but you can't really say anything, can you? It can't be bad then, right? And Dad's gone, so you won't get in trouble."
Klaus wouldn't fuck his brother if it meant never having to see Reginald again. He had standards. Klaus shook his head, eyes pleading with Luther. Luther went on anyways, grabbing one of Klaus's hands, and pressing it to the front of his uniform shorts. Klaus's eyes went wide as he struggled, trying to yank himself away, but Luther's power prevented this.
"Your hands.. are small. They feel like a girl's." Luther pressed Klaus's hand closer, closing his eyes and exhaling deeply. "Soft, and- quit squirming Klaus, aren't you gay?" Luther hissed quietly, moving further onto the bed so that he was effectively blocking Klaus from moving forward.
Luther unzipped his shorts with his free hand. He and Allison had done similar things, and Klaus didn't feel all that different. Not just that- Klaus was kind of pretty like girls were. He didn't act like Diego, or Five, or even Ben, so it wasn't even really gay. Klaus tried to scream but no sound came out, still struggling to free himself.
"You've talked about doing the same thing with other guys, what's different about me?" Luther tried to reason, mainly rationalizing his behaviour to himself. Unfortunately for Klaus, he couldn't shout back that this was his brother- no matter what Luther looked like, it still felt weird. Even if some small part of him disobediently found Luther attractive.
Luther used his free hand to reach into his boxers, stifling a small gasp as he started to get hard. Impatiently, Luther pressed Klaus's hand to his bare cock. Klaus stopped struggling because he was afraid if he kept struggling, he'd hurt Luther, and he wasn't trying to make Luther angry enough to hurt him, especially with his injury. Luther was certainly capable. He closed his eyes. He could pretend it was someone else, right? He could pretend it was Jared Paladecki, and not his brother. Yeah, Jared Paladecki was hot.
"You.. you feel good, Klaus," Luther murmured, individually wrapping Klaus's fingers around him. They barely were able to circle Luther's entire cock, the blonde exhaling shallowly and quickly as he became more turned on. Luther was big, thick and long. Klaus couldn't have imagined how nice it'd be for some other guy who was a-okay with fucking someone in the Hargreeves family, but instead, here he was. "Come on, move, Klaus, you've done this before." Luther huffed impatiently, his hips jerking slightly up into the wrapped hand.
Klaus took a deep breath. He had done this before. A couple of times he had gotten paid. This wasn't that different from that, right? Shakily, his hand started to glide up his brother's cock- it was anyone else. Anyone that did not share his last name. He almost yanked his hand away when he heard Luther give a soft moan- it sounded too much like Luther, but he pretended it was someone else anyways. Luther smiled, not noticing how Klaus screwed his eyes shut tightly or shook from just having to touch him.
Klaus was grateful when his hand stopped being so shaky; when he could just get this over with. He tried to not think of how his brother was enjoying this. Somehow, Luther getting off on this was even worse. The hand slowly pumping Luther's cock sped up, hoping that he'd cum and just leave Klaus alone. Luther, almost as uptight as ever, just let out a breathy moan, his hand going to touch Klaus's stomach and chest. It was flat... and smooth... and that didn't turn him off.
"This is good, Klaus, keep going-" Luther muttered, slowly unbuttoning Klaus's sweater vest, pushing it off of him. He unbuttoned Klaus's shirt underneath, revealing his bare chest. It was... soft. Klaus might have been a boy (or, sort of a boy, he wore skirts and stuff sometimes, so did he count?) but Luther still liked it. His large hand palmed over Klaus's pale chest, sliding up to his neck and tightening.
Klaus immediately opened his eyes, pupils going wide. Luther was staring curiously at him while he was getting jerked off, hand wrapped around Klaus's throat. Klaus tried to suck in a calming breath, but Luther squeezed, preventing this from happening.
"I see guys do this in porn, and the girls like it. It's not... it's not like your neck is any different, so you must like it too, right?" Klaus didn't respond. He closed his eyes, remembering last month when someone pinned him to the bed by his throat and fucked him deep. That had felt so good. He pretended this was the same, that it felt good, that he liked it. It was really fucked up that he couldn't convince himself this, but he did his best to. He was amazing at pretending things were okay. This was the same.
The thoughts of last month meant Klaus started to get a little hard, only realizing once he opened his eyes and saw Luther was looking so predatorily at him. "You do like this?" Luther sounded almost surprised but in a sure-of-himself way that sounded forced. Unconfident, insecure Luther, always looking for guidance and affirmation.
"That's... you're hot, Klaus." Klaus just kept pumping his hand on his brother's cock, ignoring everything around him, ignoring how disgusting he felt when his brother said that. Luther was starting to leak precum, so Klaus hoped he was getting closer. He ignored that he was now obviously hard in the skirt he had stolen from Allison; because as long as he could pretend it wasn't his brother choking him or that he wasn't touching his brother's dick, it got him worked up.
"Y-yeah, Klaus-" Luther groaned, and Klaus sped up just a little more, wanting Luther to get there now. "You like this, huh? You're- you're good at it, fuck-" His hand squeezed tighter on a delicate, pale throat, and Klaus was thankful Luther wasn't crushing his windpipes. He couldn't breathe, but if he was going to pass out now would be the time. "C'mon, Klaus, I wanna cum." Luther let out a tiny moan, his hand loosening and removing itself from Klaus's throat. Klaus gratefully took a deep breath, his hand still jacking Luther off.
Luther leaned down, planting a nervous, experimental kiss on Klaus's neck. Klaus forced himself to not shudder from the unwanted touch. Luther was far too close to him, using his body weight to pin him down, kiss on his neck, close enough that when he came it would probably spurt onto Klaus's stomach. "God, Klaus, I'm almost there, keep going, you're so good, fuck, Klaus, please-" Klaus opened his eyes, glistening from holding back tears. Not that Luther noticed that.
"You have such pretty eyes, Klaus, fuck-" Luther collapsed onto Klaus, narrowly avoiding his jaw.
Klaus could only lay there as he felt Luther's hot, sticky spend cover his stomach. Luther moaned into the crease of Klaus's neck as he came, muttering wispy words about how thankful he is that Klaus helped him. Luther rolled onto his side, noticing that Klaus was still hard. Klaus didn't know how he had managed that, how his body could betray him like that. Luther's curious hand nervously slid under Klaus's skirt. Klaus didn't react. He was just going to let Luther do what he wanted, so he'd leave him alone.
Luther figured that it was the same as his if smaller and just... more Klaus. His hand wrapped around it before starting to pump up and down, awkwardly mimicking what Klaus had done to him a few minutes ago. Klaus sat up and tucked his head into Luther's neck, wanting to pretend he wasn't there. Luther smiled. He must be doing something right, if Klaus was squirming like that, right? He sped up his hand, the other hand carding through Klaus's curls that he hadn't bothered to gel down.
"You're so pretty, Klaus," Luther breathed out. "Just like a girl." Klaus tried to wrench away from the boy fisting his cock, but Luther wrapped a strong arm around him. He wasn't a girl. He wasn't like a girl. He was just as much a man as Luther was. His stomach flipped as he could imagine the implications. Repressed as ever Luther, too stuffy to even admit he thought guys were hot.
"It's only fair, Klaus, you made me feel good." Klaus closed his eyes, but Luther shook his head. "No, no, Klaus, look at me- fuck, you're pretty-" He demanded, and Klaus did as told. He might as well. What even was the point of trying to resist Luther? He was so fragile compared to him.
Klaus was glad he didn't last as long as Luther, didn't have to go through any more of this, spilling into Luther's hand like the lab experiment he felt Luther saw him as. Luther grinned, wiping his hand on the bed. "That was good, Klaus. Thanks for helping." Klaus nodded weakly, wanting to be in his clothes again, getting dressed as quickly as he could, ignoring how Luther stared at him. He'd have to wash Allison's skirt. Or maybe burn it. It's fine, Grace would sew her a new one.
"M-maybe next time Dad leaves, we can do this again." Klaus wasn't paying attention to Luther until he said that- he wanted to do this again. He wanted Klaus to touch him, maybe he even wanted to fuck Klaus- and Klaus shivered. Luther didn't even realize that this was purely Luther's want, not him, not anything he ever wanted to do, let alone again. Not like Luther had the barest molecule of an idea that Klaus would never be able to satisfactorily wash off Luther's fingerprints.
He was grateful for the excuse of the wired jaw, because even if it wasn't there he'd still do what Luther wants, and he wasn't going to acknowledge that. He didn't want to get hurt, or be ignored, or whatever it was that the other would think up. For now, he could pretend it was just a misunderstanding because he couldn't talk. Besides, Luther had been gentle. Maybe it wasn't that bad. He could always just pretend it was someone else. He refused to look at his brother as Luther got dressed. Once Luther was in full clothes, he came back over to Klaus. He gave him a sickeningly sweet hug, almost like he didn't want to act gay after just jerking off a guy. Luther had always struck Klaus as a total closet-case towards any gender.
Luther left, and Klaus curled up under his covers. Did Luther think he liked that? It's not like he was going to- or able- to tell him otherwise. Klaus shook his head, pulling the covers over himself. Sleep seemed like a better option then acknowledging Luther being on top of him, forcing his hand down-
Klaus fell asleep.