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For Hellseher

Ben was alive and feeling amazing. He had jumped off a building with Klaus's encouragement (Okay so Klaus said NOT to after he did it, but oh well) and ever since Ben had been looking for something else to give him that same kind of rush. Looking to live a little.

Some how that was how they ended up at Club 24, a 24 hour open club, bar, eatery, and what ever the hell else they could cram into the place. It was perfect. Dark with a lot of neon lights on the dance floors, the bar was well places to be off to the side and the music was jumping, giving the night life something fun to dance to.

Ben had never been to a club while alive, and only there when Klaus went, which generally meant the other wasn't all that sober, so enjoying a club? Not really a thing. But now Ben was alive and he could FEEL the bump of the music in his chest. He could understand the need to dance now. He even agreed to drink with Klaus tonight.

Ben had got a simple rum and coke to start the night off, but Klaus poopoo'ed that almost instantly. Not only was a round of shots ordered for them both, but it was a ROW.

"Klaus, I'm not going to be able to get through all this!" he said loud enough to be heard, brows raised and looking over the row curiously. He'd never allowed himself to be drunk before. Was he really going to do it now?

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He'd argue that Five's technically a teenager, no matter what protests their little big brother might have, except his train of thought is on the fact Ben's offered himself up for a bite. Klaus's eyebrows arch toward his hairline with consideration, head tipping absently to the side when his brother looks away.

"Maybe I will," before he leans in real close, looking like he might go for it, only to hesitate at the last moment, teeth clicking inches away from the skin of Ben's cheek.

Then he withdraws, chuckles low and warm in response to Ben's gesture. "There's a good boy," Klaus praises affectionately, ruffling the already tousled strands a bit more. "Really? Nice, I'll have to check out some cute styles and—" Wait, what? His eyes widen this time, realization dawning that they've stopped, that Ben's just said: "You just trying to go two for two tonight?" He laughs another time, but it sounds off-- high-pitched and nervous while he moves his hand to cup his own cheek now. "Ben, no, you... you don't really want your second kiss to be with me of all people."

Okay, right, no time to argue that Five is a teenage boy, because Ben would still argue that he was the shortest NOW, so get over it. He refused to be the shortest Hargreeve boy now that Five took that title.

He felt the click of teeth near his cheek and he knew he was blushing, leaning into his brother and blushing like an idiot. Maybe he did want the other to bite him. Maybe he just wanted to bite Klaus. Actually he wanted to kiss Klaus, but biting conversation seemed easy. Until he actually SAID it. Said to kiss him. And now that conversation was... going weird.

He reached a hand up and rubbed his face, ignoring the hair stuff too, because that could wait for the morning. He really meant that. Let the other play with his hair. If he hated it he could wash it out and do it himself later. Right now he was... shocked. Not because the other didn't want to kiss him (though that was how it seemed) but because he didn't think he was worth it?

"K-Klaus. Klaus! You..." he started, then glared a bit, at himself, because he wanted to find the right words, standing in the middle of the side walk, no one around but Klaus and him. "You... you're such an idiot sometimes. You're such a idiot that you can't see things sometimes. You're one of the best... the best guys around. The best person I know. You get messy some... sometimes. But your a good. A very good." He said, trying to get his thoughts in order. "Why wouldn't I want you. I mean you... uh, to be my, uh, second kiss." He corrected himself in the end there, stammering through that, waving a bit as he stood there, trying to stand firm.

You're such an idiot sometimes. What an absolutely sobering, though not untrue declaration.

Klaus blinks rapidly, drags the hand down his face to his neck, fingertips lingering near the split between his collarbones. He's startled into complete silence for once in his life, dark-ringed eyes frantically searching Ben's face for any insincerity. When he finds none, two things happen: one, he realizes his brother's being genuine in this moment, and two: Ben said he wants to kiss him.

He's almost positive his heart stops, but arguably, in the exact opposite manner, he can feel his pulse pounding away, borderline threatening to blow his eardrums, it's so damn loud. Through the pitter-patter of his ridiculous heart-rate, he's listening to Ben, trying his damndest to really take what he's saying to mind, but he's distracted with the way his mouth moves, the curve of his jaw, how he scrubs his face and waves off a comment about wanting him.

The reaction is a bit impulsive, sure, though without a doubt, there's not a single hint of hesitation after he abruptly crowds into Ben's space, reaches both hands to cup his cheeks and hold him steady. "Shut up," but it holds no venom when he says it and once it's out there, he ultimately bridges the gap between them further, dipping forward to press their lips together in a firm, yet somehow still gentle kiss.

There was a lot to compress here, and he had said a lot, sure. He called his best brother stupid, but he also said he wanted to kiss him. There was years of things to unpack here, and he was going to think he's an idiot tomorrow as well, but so be it.

It was the impulsive reaction that startled him. Klaus moving forward so fast, so close, and cupping his face, forcing Ben to take notice. It was hard not to notice the stunning eyes looking back at him. He heard the words shut up and almost started to protest and tell him that he doesn't mean any of it as bad. Protest that he had more to say, but then the other moved forward and ...

Kissed him.

He was surprised by the move, stilling for just a moment in shock as he felt the others lips on his. It felt almost like forever before he relaxed enough to nudge forward and return the kiss. His hands shakily reaching up to grab hold of the others shirt front. holding him there for the moment.

So many things are wrong at this moment, he's not sure where to start, but the fact he's just kissed his brother would possibly be a good one. Fortunately(?), it's not what he concentrates on.

What he does focus on: Ben's lips against his own, warm and soft and welcoming in a way he can't quite describe. It's nice, he thinks, sharing such an intimate moment with someone he cares so much about, and yet, his stomach and heart are simultaneously leaping for joy while freefalling into his stomach. This is only Ben's second kiss (his first with another male!) and here his lucky junkie ass is, getting to be the one to share it.

When Ben leans closer, the motion somewhat draws Klaus back to reality, makes him second-guess his initial decision to deepen the kiss further, so instead, he holds steady with the tentative, but sincere lip-lock before his brother fists his jacket. Hence why – despite his blatant reluctance – he breaks away after a moment, eyelids flickering like he's trying to blink through a daze, then focusing on Ben's face. He isn't certain what to say now, doesn't know if he could even manage the words if he did, though his thumbs do rub reassuring circles over the other male's cheeks.

Is it wrong? Okay, maybe a little. He's not at all thinking about that right now. Not at all thinking about that. his buzzed and over heated brain was currently electrified and only thinking about how nice it was to kiss the other.

The thought had been on his brain before. It wasn't like this was a new thing for him. Or, well, it was new, of course, a new kiss and a first with a boy, but the thoughts had been there before. Lingering at the edge of his mind, for lords knows how long.

As Klaus pulls back he whines softly, but draws back as well, licking his lower lip a moment and then looking to Klaus with a slightly worried look, even with the reassuring cheek rubs, he had to ask, once he found his voice... "W-was that... was that okay?"

It felt better than kissing that random girl, to him. It was the better kiss, and he got some good time in with the girl. But this meant more. It felt better. Maybe he was terrible at this though.

Damn, Ben, what kind of noise was that? Klaus's face heats further at the sound, his eyes downcasting, heart pitter-pattering fast as a hummingbird's wings. He's being asked a question, but despite fighting through the sluggishness of his inebriation, he still lacks an actual answer.

"Okay?" he asks emphatically, licking his lips and tentatively redirecting his attention back to Ben's face. It was more than 'okay,' really, the taller man just isn't sure how to accept the fact he'd enjoyed that as much as he had. His fingers curl behind Ben's ears, drawing him back in so he can press them flush against one another, feel the warmth of his breath, absorb whatever body heat his brother's letting off.

Figuring he should continue talking before Ben starts worrying, Klaus moves his hands to the shorter man's shoulders, giving a light squeeze then trailing down his arms until he can take Ben's hands and put them on his narrower waist. "It was fucking superb, you funky little Horror." Then – before Ben thinks he's making fun of him or something when he's really just too fucked up – he circles his arms around his brother's shoulders and leans back in to kiss him a second time.

the whine? it was a whine of protest, for the kiss having stopped. That's what that was. His heart was racing, and not just because of drugs and alcohol. He was partly scared that he wasn't any good, and partly scared Klaus would laugh at him.

When he said 'okay' the way he did, he felt his chest tighten up, his brows folded in together a bi and he was, in fact, starting to worry. Leaning into the other, close, so very close, he started to open his mouth to repeat the 'okay' in a question, but then Klaus grabbed his shoulders and squeezed, soon taking his hands.

he leaned back, giving the other a quizzical look, only to burst into a smile as he was told it was superb. "It wasn't too--" he was cut off by the second kiss, surprised by it, but melting into it. His hands moving to rest at the others hips, slipping behind to connect together at the small of the taller mans back.

He wanted to remember this tomorrow. he wanted to remember all of this. The warmth of the other, the softness of his lips, even the soft scratch of the chin fuzz. The taste of his tongue as well, as Ben parted his lips more inviting to the other.

He'll be so mad if he doesn't remember this.

For what it's worth, as soon as Ben's hands settle at his hips, slide around and lace together against the small of his back, Klaus's heart begins fluttering quicker, too. The only thing it can be compared to is a hummingbird's wings-- faster than anything that can be considered normal, that's for certain.

He takes whatever Ben's willing to offer him, slotting their bodies together more properly, mouth opening further when he groans into the kiss. They're chest-to-chest and hip against hip now, meaning the heat he's siphoning off his brother has been warming him quite thoroughly, adding to the effect of his own flush that's come across his cheeks, crept down the column of his throat and across the spread of his collarbones.

Making out with Ben in the middle of the sidewalk hadn't been something he'd planned tonight, but now that it's happening? Well, he can't honestly say he has any complaints. He does, unfortunately, have to pull away, give himself a breather before things get too carried away. Klaus doesn't put much distance between them though, lingering just close enough, so he can bump their foreheads together.

"We should, uhm, probably get back to walking?" Because he could stand here all night, except he's missing the privacy of his bedroom all of a sudden. "Will you—" he hesitates, downcasts his gaze then continues, "—keep holding me?"

Ben has no idea what he's doing, he's just acting in instinct. The flutter of his own heart is fast, so fast he almost can't feel it. That can't be good. Maybe it was the drugs? Maybe it was being able to feel something from someone he cared about instead.

He stays close, just wanting to feel what it was like to be like other people. To be close to someone he cared about and not care what others thought. he felt warm, in more ways than just standing close (maybe THAT was the drugs), and every touch felt like fire. It was good.

How could someone plan something like this though? He sure didn't plan to make out with Klaus in the streets or anything, but here they were, being close and grossly cute. As Klaus moves away, Ben's brow scrunch up, now wanting him to pull away, so when the other's forehead rested to his he calmed. Better.

And then he smiles. He doesn't want to keep walking, but he does want to keep holding him. A small barely there nod was given, nudging the others forehead. "Mmhmm. I can do that." He said, and shifted, leaning into the other before sliding around behind him, his arms wrapped around in front of the other, resting his chin on his shoulder. "There. You lead." He said in the others ear, and Klaus might find Ben leaning into his back a bit more. He still wasn't the most stable, but honestly, this might be the easiest way to get him home short of carrying him piggy back.

To top it all off, before Klaus can start to move, Ben learned in and kissed the back of his ear, before nuzzling down into his neck. He wasn't even going to look, just hold on to the other.

Everything feels so warm and nice and in spite of himself, Klaus lingers a moment longer, leans his face close again to let their noses touch. He hates having to pull away, but if he didn't, he'd dawdle still, make things worse simply by wanting to seek out more body heat or attempt sneaking a couple extra kisses (or three).

He notes Ben's smile, feels his own lips upturn at that, eyelashes fluttering in response to their foreheads bumping together a second time. A relieved sigh escapes him, "Thank goodness," followed shortly after by a laugh when Ben shifts, stops at his side then moves to nestle against his backside, eyebrows arching surprisedly. "Oh." And just like that, goosebumps are rising on his skin beneath his sweater, although it's not because he's cold.

Clearing his throat and moving his arms, he drapes them across the ones around his waist, tucks his fingers into the spaces between Ben's and holds firm. "Okay, I'll do my best," Klaus admits, making absolutely sure he's steady before he takes a step forward, pauses to check his balance then takes another and a third. Things seem shipshape; he's moderately stable, isn't tripping or anything, meaning things should be alright—

Until it registers that Ben'd kissed the back of his ear and proceeds to drift down to his neck. Now he stops, squeezes his hands around his brother's, exhales a sharp (but not irritated) sigh. "Ben, darling, sweet eldritch horror of my life," a beat, his shoulders rolling, knees quivering fleetingly, "I'm going to end up walking us into a street-light if you keep doing that."

They were doing good. Step. Step. He was leaning a bit but he was okay too. Step. And pause. Oh, because he kissed the others ear? Whoops. he smiled down into the low part of his neck, at his shoulder, and tightened his arms around the other.

"Then pay attention to where we're walking." he teased, grinning into the other. God he was hot. Heated and not from blush. Just... tired of wearing his jacket. Wished he was home so he could take it off. No wonder Klaus ended up in his unders so often.

He nudged the other, and said softly. "Keep walking. I don't.... won't distract you no more." He said, closing his eyes again a moment. He nudged again and tried to walk with the other once more, humming softly into his neck, not at ALL distracting now.

"I'm trying, but you're making it hella difficult." He feels Ben smiling against his shoulder, can't resist a slight smirk of his own, though he keeps his head turned forward in hopes it (and the faint blush on his cheeks) won't be noticeable. Just a few more blocks, he promises himself, inclines his head to blink down at his feet then promptly draws back up.

Ecstasy seems to have that kind of effect on a lot of people; Klaus, on the other hand, takes it a step further by not giving a shit where he decides to lose his clothes-- people should simply be happy he's not nude most days. He does prefer to avoid any public indecency charges though, so it's convenient he's been hanging around the academy more often.

He takes a moment to regather himself, inhales a few deep breaths and sighs them back out, eventually continuing to move forward. "You say that, but I don't believe it for some reason." Maybe that reason is because Ben's thrumming against what little skin he's showing at the moment, sending tiny electric shocks from there, all the way down his spine.

Somehow, he keeps them shuffling forward, picks up the pace when he feels he won't be too distracted.

"I'm being a good boy." He protested with a small whine, his arms tightening around the other and peeking over his shoulder. "Hella good." he said, using Klaus's slang and all. He went back to humming, head down in the others neck and shoulder, and moved along with him as a good pace. It was easier to stay on his feet like this anyhow.

And Ben would be upset if he took off and left his jacket. Even alive again this is his favorite one. Though when they get home, that might not last long. Right to the damn floor.

Still, he smiled as the other said he didn't believe him for some reason. "Why? I haven't done anything to distract you yet. I could have done this..." he kissed his neck. "or this..." and then his ear. "But I didn't." He said profoundly. So strong willed. He did NONE of these things (and yet he did both of them to demonstrate them, whoops).

"God, you're a terrible liar, even when you're high." Klaus rolls his eyes at the copying of his ridiculous slang, but the curve of his mouth arches higher anyway. He concentrates on moving them rather than the humming against his skin, even if he's still quite engrossed with the sensation.

Unsurprisingly, taking their closeness into consideration, he's started getting a bit overheated too, meaning it won't be unlikely that he'll lose his hoodie once they make it home-- just in his bedroom, so nobody decides to run off with one of the newest things he's gotten his hands on.

They've gotten further down the sidewalk, are actually approaching the gate to the academy where Klaus hesitates to fumble for his key, then he draws them up one step, has to stop as soon as Ben kisses his neck and ear again. He keeps going, somehow ends up at the door, thumps his forehead against it with a breathless sigh. "If we fall down the stairs and break our necks, it's your fault."

"Am not." he said with a pout, but he really was a terrible liar. He hated to lie, so he didn't do it well. He hung on to the other, letting him lead, and just smiled his best smile into the others skin. Not meaning to, of course, but he couldn't help it.

This was the first time he felt really damn good. High, sure, but there was an attention being given to him that he never really had before either. It was different than before. New for him. He liked it.

And as they make it up the steps, he's about to leave another kiss to the mans neck, only to feel the abrupt stop. And then he draws back, a hand coming to his mouth to cover it. "Oh!" "Oh, okay, no. We're not going to fall down the steps." And a hand came up to touch the others forehead.

"God that was really hollow sounding." Then a blink. "I don't mean your head is--I mean... it sounded hard. Like it hurt. You okay?"

The smile is better; at least with that, it doesn't distract him as much from getting them inside. Having Ben stop so he can check Klaus's head (and inadvertently say it's empty) will cause standstill though, even if only for a few minutes. Number Four doesn't seem to mind a little coddling either, since he'd cracked his head pretty solidly against the door.

He shrugs, leans into the hand on his forehead, eyes flickering shut at the tenderhearted touch. "It's not a long drop, at least? Not that I'm saying we should test our durability by falling down them, but." He's just sayin', you know?

After giving an amused chuckle and reaching to circle Ben's wrist, Klaus rolls his shoulders again, briefly directs his attention to open the door then gives an insistent tug. "It's fine. I'll be better once we're inside and I can cool off a little. Maybe have a smoke?"

[Sorry, been kidnapped and on vacation, so i dropped all the balls. <3]

He didn't MEAN his head was empty! It just came out that way! Swear it. He just meant it sounded like it hurt. It sounded loud. But he did check him out, as best as he could, to make sure he was okay. He was now not standing too close, but not threatening to fall either.

"No, let's not test it. We're both stable. We got this. Oh, I'm sorry for making you knonk yourself." He apologized again, only to get tugged as the other managed to open the door. he ducked inside with him, a hand over her mouth to keep him silent.

"It is hot..." he whispered, wanting to toss his jacket off as soon as possible, but at least holding the sense to keep it on until they reach their floor, or something. "Have i driven you to needing a smoke?" He said with a teasing sound.

[oh, it's no worries, darlin'!! i hope you had a good time <3]

Klaus knew exactly what Ben meant, he'd just wanted an excuse to give his brother shit for saying something that could be ambiguous, so why not take the chance while it had been presented to him? His head isn't empty (most days) and he's well-aware Ben didn't mean any harm by commenting on it-- quite the opposite, actually, considering he'd asked if he was alright.

"Don't worry about it," he reassures, rolling his shoulders airily, self-assuredness obvious in his tone. He's not freaking out about it, meaning Ben doesn't need to either, which leaves them with nothing to fret over.

Nodding in agreement toward Ben's comment while he secures the door again, Klaus unzips his own hoodie, lets out a relieved sigh then playfully narrows his eyes at Number Six. "Yeah, and you've hardly done anything? So, I'd say that's real un-fucking-fair," even though he's snickering as he starts leading them back toward his bedroom.

[I did! Home now, which feels so nice. Missed home LOL]

That's not nice, Klaus. He's really fucked up here and thought you might have meant that you were offended by his silly comment. Okay, no, his brain isn't even registering the empty comment anymore. It's all good.

"I wont worry." he said in a hushed whisper, leaning a hand on a door frame for a moment and letting out a breath. taking another. Okay, this is fine. He started to pull at his leather coat now, sighing a bit.

"That seems terrible. I've hardly done anything and I've driven you to smoking. What's that way about me?" he said, chuckling, then lifting a finger to his mouth, shhing softly. "Don't wake anyone up." he warned... well, Klaus. Though that might be for himself too.

He reached out a hand to take hold of a piece of Klaus' shirt, holding on as the other lead the way.

[ah yes good!! it always feels great to come home and relax after a vacation... which is funny to say because you're on vacation but lmf]

See? That's the lovely thing about drugs: after a little while, you won't even remember most of what's happened! Except what Klaus might want them to, but it'll only be the good things, he promises.

"Okay, good." He hesitates whenever Ben does, sparing him a concerned glance during his hesitation at the doorway then sighing a relieved breath of his own once it seems like he's doing alright. Should it be necessary, Klaus'll move to Ben's side and help him walk since it'd be easier doing it that way.

"It's utterly tragic, sweetheart. Just a little necking and you've got me all hot under the collar." And Ben is free to take the comment in whatever sense he deems necessary. "Ex-squeeze me? Don't you shhh me when you're being noisy, too!" At least he's coherent enough to not let his voice go above a harsh whisper or else he might've very well blown their cover right there.

Rather than let his brother fumble and end up letting go, he reaches to take hold of the hand clasping his shirt, gently dipping his fingers into the spaces between Ben's while he continues leading them along. He gets there, stalls outside the door to fumble with the knob for a solid minute before finally forcing his way through, leading Ben inside first then shutting the door behind them afterward.

Ben is a very good boy. He's balanced and holding on to the other so he stays that way. He wavers only a bit, and Klaus is there to hold him up and keep him going.

He smiles dumbly at the pet names. He knows Klaus is full of pet names, but he always did like hearing them thrown at him. Well, most the time. 'Sweetheart' made him grin, but also the necking comment. "Ohhhh. Is that the problem?" Ben, you knew that was the problem. "Then I shouldn't have stopped."

"Shhh" He repeated, but he was giggling now, and it's a wonder someone doesn't catch them returning. "I'm whispering!" he stage whispered back to the other. Though he got more silent as they got to the dorm floor.

And as he was guided through to Klaus's room, he made his way to plop down on the small bed, pulling at his jacket instantly, because he knew it was okay to remove it now. They were safe. "Why's it so hot in here?" Jacket? To the floor!

His immediate reaction is to slump against the door, totally content and relieved they've made it without alerting anyone else in the house (or at least to the best of his knowledge). He lightly thunks his head back, scrubs both hands over his face then pushes off the oak he's using for support, sashaying his way over to drop next to Ben on the bed right as he tosses his jacket off.

"Hate to tell ya, but that's partially the drugs, too. Could be a little warm, though." Klaus has a good remedy for that, unironically. He reaches a hand out, gently cups his hello palm against Ben's cheek and lets his cooler skin start sapping up some heat. Supernatural ability taken into account, he's always run colder than any normal person, so now's his chance to let someone use it to their advantage, he guesses. Why not? It's only Ben, anyhow.

After his fingertips have begun to warm, he slides down to his brother's neck, head tipped contemplatively. "That helping any?"

His sneaker kicked his jacket a bit at first, as he sat down and loosened hi shirt front a bit, airing off his neck some and trying to cool down. he still felt high and light headed. Still felt like every brush of his hair on his neck felt like spiders were dancing a tap dance on his skin, and he didn't mind because it felt good.

And as Klaus said it was most likely the drugs, Ben let out a soft chuckle at that, giving the other a faint smile. "How do you deal with this in the summer? I'd think you'd melt." He said on a whisper, as if he still had to talk softly.

Only the cooler hand came to rest on his cheek and Ben hummed softly to the touch. Not only did it feel nice but the cool was very welcoming. He turned his face a bit to press into the others hand, eyes closing just a bit. Just enough that he was peeking through his eye lashes.

And as they slide to his neck he humed again, head tilting forward a bit, limp for a moment. A smile blooming more on his face. "Feels real good." He turned his head and nuzzles the others wrist where he could, giving a small peck of a kiss to it. "Thank you."

Speaking of sneakers, thump go Klaus's as he shifts to kick them off, shuffling around slightly on the bed and reaching his other hand to join the one already on Ben's face. He strokes over the opposite cheek now, thumbing down to the other male's chin then working back across his jaw.

How does he handle it during the summer? Hoo boy. "When I was." Pause. Well, no reason to sugarcoat shit, "Homeless, I guess? I stayed wherever there was air conditioning for as long as possible... then if I got lucky and hooked up with someone for a decent amount of time? Fans." He moves to make a sweeping gesture toward the room around them. "Fans everywhere."

Then he chuckles and settles the hand at Ben's neck, breath catching suddenly when his brother nuzzles his wrist and drops a kiss against the sensitive skin there. "You're w-welcome," fumbles out, makes Klaus sigh disappointedly, but he manages alright, even if he's inclining his head.

"Do you. Wanna stay in here tonight or risk the walk to your room?" It's not far for what it's worth, though keeping their lack of quietness in mind, rethinking the idea isn't a bad plan. "I feel like it's safer to stay here, just so you know."

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okay to fade on this? feels like a natural place to do so and we could discuss a new thing!!