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Klaus knew it was so wrong but he just couldn't help it, can't help to steal glances at Ben, can't help but to look at him when no one else was in the room or when no one else was looking at him, he felt like a sinner and he loved it, loved how his skin cooled when he bathed in the sensations of Ben, he lives for Friday nights when the drinks are out, the food is always so made beautifully and a little bit of music never hurt anyone so when he had the chance to blast it and have every dancing to it mainly aiming his sins onto Ben when he'd get up and drag Diego to dance with him and Klaus would sneak his looks at his hips, the way his body rolled to the music, that beautiful smile on his face when he laughed with Allison who was definitely making fun of Diego's dances while sharing wine with Vanya, Ben was an angel who held demons underneath him.
He loved it when Ben would dance with Mom making cookies or waffles in the morning, loved it when he sang with to himself even though he was bad it was always the fun and laughs that came with it, he loved it when he would practise violin with Vanya who was a little bit better than her but no one said anything, he loved it when he would play fight with Diego in the early afternoons, loved with when he gave Luther a mouthing off and loved it when he read books with Five, both of them smart in their own divisions, he would never admit that he loved it when he spent time with him alone.
Klaus knew Ben wasn't one to see past the obliviousness of his own innocence and it was magical, magical how this man held literal tentacles inside his skin, who was no stranger to death, gore and blood and yet is unaware of the sweet pleasures that are around him, he wants to be the one who shows him it, to feel his warm skin against his, to feel his hands everywhere so inexperienced and neutral, wants to be the one to make him shiver, make him scream and to bring him down and to do it all over again, yet it only happens in his dreams so when he wakes its a pain but when he sleeps is a happiness.
He can't help the fascination he has with Ben, just the way he moves pulls him in, the softness of his voice when the world gets too loud for him, the venom in his voice when Luther or even Vanya pushes him too far, the sweetness of his touches as he calms him down, the warmth of his hugs and the silliness of his voice when he messes up either a word or a sentence, the way he stays by his side when the dark covers him in the shadows of the dead and yet Klaus can never seem to thank him, and it haunts him to this day when he just turns his back on Ben.
His dreams only get worse, the sickened thought of him dying, the moaning thought of mouths against each other and the crying thoughts of being left alone in a pit of nothingness as the world dancing on by his grave sight, a hand buried with a note that holds love and sex, a mouth buried with a tone of serenity and a body buried with the warmth of a forever touch but he wakes with a hand reaching down, he climbs away from the scene and runs himself a bath, imagining the water of Ben's hands.
Klaus finds himself staring at Ben again who doesn't notice because of his immunity to see the lust that is flashed at him whenever they catch each others eyes, Klaus holds in a whistle as his mind tries to pull him away from Ben and back to the argument he and Allison had around twenty minutes ago about a dress, although it wasn't really an argument more of a disagreement and he may have stole her favourite blazer and replaced it with Diego's leather jacket that she'll probably not notice and wear.
He snaps back to reality when a hand is waved in front of him and he quickly flashes Ben a smile who is looking concerned and Klaus could just rightfully reach up and kiss they fuckable lips but he doesn't, he can't have Ben pushing him away and most likely letting his tentacles get a taste of his blood and he wouldn't even be mad, he'd understand his horrible death and he'd be happy to see Ben happy.
"You okay?" Ben asks and Klaus nearly bursts out crying, his emotions are really letting the lever go on this one but Klaus just nods and whispers that his head is sore and Ben straight up offers that he can sleep in his room if anything gets too loud, Ben moved his room to the attic, a small comfortable place that is away from all the noise unless its being brought to him.
Klaus gives a small thanks but declines, he can't sleep in Ben's room, he'll do something that'll haunt him so much as the ghosts or he'll get caught doing it, Ben would climb up his ladders and catch him, and he'll scream, let his tentacles out and paint his room red with blood with a smile on his face, Klaus would be gone and they'd all be happy, happy as Larry on the go.
It's too early anyway to sleep and dream again, so he watches again as Ben gives him a goodbye and heads out and upstairs, he can hear Allison talking loudly with Five, it'll most likely fall into an argument as does most things with Five but on a similar note with Allison but she's more gentle and steady with her voice when needed but Five the oldest youngest bastard in the family doesn't know how to speak to his family which is more funny as only him and Ben can communicate, it's a feeling of pride that hits him as he still stays sitting in the living room, the fire below Five's portrait is always on.
He stares into the flames and can see the lustful hands beg at him to grab the flesh of Ben, dig his fingernails in the skin on his thighs, mark him with lips and cum to be his own, get the boy screaming into the depths of pleasure, the fire of lust screams at him to bring the boy apart, spread him apart and thrust into him like he deserves too, feel the boy shake underneath him and hold onto him like nothing else matters in the world but Klaus tries to tares his eyes away from the fire as his mind rushes to the images and his blood is pumping too much but he can't stop staring at that fire, the fire that is his sinful desire, a fire that is his own blood, a fire that holds his own secrets when he looks at Ben, the boy he wants to share that fire with.
He finally tears his eyes away when the window rattles and the rain is hitting against it, almost a reminder from God to stay away from lust, keep his hands to himself and not to fall into a pit he can't climb his way out of.
Silence is here but its loud, almost as loud as Allison's hurried heels click along the hallway, her voice loud as well as she shouts for Vanya to wait as she "has the perfect jeans to go with that top" and then a few hushes from Five as he can hear him teleport, the house can always be loud when it's needed to be quiet but Klaus stays seated, his eyes on nothing as the wind passes by for a small moment, almost blowing out the fire, he wishes it did as lust still screams for him to look again, look at his own manifestations climb out from behind his eyes and tare the world apart, he breathes to calm himself, he has too or else he'll start to cry, cry with everything that's inside him.
He moves from the room once the air got too loud for him and finds himself sitting at the bottom of the main stairway, his mind still rushing but this air is cool, gentle and allows him to calm himself with body shivers and temporal thoughts of a noose around his neck, a hand on his shoulder makes him jump and a gentle voice is soothing him as he pulls his shoulder away from it, he looks up and wants to scream at God for making Ben walk down the stairs and catch him shivering like an idiot.
"You sure your okay?" Ben smiles that beautiful smile he wants to see when he shoves his back against the bed and litters his throat with kisses but Klaus just nods again, a million words going through the typewriter in his brain to move the conversation onwards but Ben just raises an eyebrow at him and sits with him, thigh so close to his own and Klaus is ready to run.
"I am one hundred percent sure that I am definitely, ok actually maybe around a ninety five percent sure that I am okay" Klaus adds humour to his misfortune because what he would do just to shove Ben against the stair and straight up get him screaming his name in front of everyone is killing him just as much as Ben looking so sweet into his eyes almost as if he's reading his mind.
He hopes Ben isn't telepathic because wow questions would never stopped being asked.
Ben gives out a puff of air as he once again raises an eyebrow at him before leaning back into the stair, his back rough against it and a slight uncomforting feeling but he wants to make sure that Klaus is really okay and not just saying it so he can leave which he knows he is doing.
"Is it the ghosts?" Ben asks softly almost as if he's hurt him, most times when Klaus is shaking and shivering its the dead who is trying to grab him, try to bite at him, trying to bring him into the void to walk between the realms, to walk between the realities.
Klaus wants to knock Ben out in the sweetest way possible to sprint away to his room, locking it so no one walks into the shambles that he is just from a soft touch from Ben but he's also happy that he asked if it was the ghosts because it wasn't, they left long ago when his mind ran into a fantasy that even the dead don't want to see, he can't fault the dead for leaving him be when his hand reach a place that brings joy.
"Yeah, yeah, they are just so so loud, screaming, crying" Klaus lies to Ben and it hurts him, his dramatic sudden act of clutching his head so harsh it gets Ben touching his hands to bring them away from his head, Klaus will never wash his hands again so he says into his jumbled mind of trying to play out this act so he pretends to cry, more like making fake hissing noises and dramatically moving his head as if he's been struck.
"Hey, hey, it's okay, I'm here" Ben is genuinely worried now as Klaus is shaking harder and hissing in pain but Ben can't see the plot behind the act, the act to play false pain just for a touch, Ben gently lifts Klaus who falls into him still hissing in fake pain as they make their way to Klaus's bedroom, Ben keeping his hand on Klaus waist and one around his shoulders as he pushes his door open to get inside the room and lay him down, he feels Klaus's hand that was on his back fall to his waist, at first hesitant and then dropping but says nothing as he bites his lip only to leave the room hurriedly.
Klaus could smack the absolute shit out of Ben for biting his lip then leaving the room with nothing to say, he huffs a frustration breath as he turns on his bed to face the wall, his fairy lights still bright behind him casting a shadow of his want and he closes his eyes to get the feeling of Ben's waist against his hand, a perfect fit for grabbing, for bruising and for mouthing at and they lips, oh they lips could kill everyone, he didn't need they tentacles to kill, he had the perfect shape to wrap around his dick, the perfect shape to melt into and the perfect shape to scream, to moan and to fall apart, his lust is becoming a beacon of light for the nine circles of hell to climb up into and show themselves to the world, show off their little pet unknown to himself that Ben was also going through the same commitment of sins.
Ben shoved his book open and sat against his windowsill, the warmth of the sun reminded him that it was okay to want Klaus to touch him against, to feel that hand press against him in a way that only the moonlight should see, the hand that brought the force of a sinful thought of being pushed against everything and anything, to get himself shaking and screaming to the point where the world would hear him, to get his body drowned in a river of kisses, to get bathed in cum of his own and Klaus's, to get brought apart to where he feels like he's floating its a hopeful image as he can feel the tainted windows of purity inside his mind begin to break to allow the domination of hands and tongues consume him to a peaceful bliss that will make him whole again.
His mind is let up of what ifs to the point where he needs to lay away his book and to simmer himself down onto his bed to feel the soft silk of his bed that he wishes Klaus was laying him down on, whispering words of praise, words of sensual and words to make him cry, cry from either praise, pleasure or from the raw love that he holds for Klaus, to feel him thrust into him giving unbearable sensations, to get him to see white vision as his body floats from the sensitivity he has been brought too but alas it is nothing but a thought on his mind that the gatekeepers hold to his soul, he knows it's still early yet he can't help but to sleep, sleep away that filth that hinders his mind, someone will wake him when they realise.
The rest of them, maybe not Five but he stays quiet, is oblivious to the changes of the wind within the house when emotions get so high that the air sings a song of long to fill them with realisation that love is amongst them in ways that would seem unredeemable but it goes into the dust in the corners of the house, hides away in the cracks where love cannot reach.
Klaus knows this wind so much and he wishes he could just let it slit his throat and move into the world of void to be freed from Ben, moments get too high for him where he wants to sleep underneath the weeping willow as it shrouds him in the petals of drastic change, to cover him in the vines of satisfaction when he makes Ben cum but he pulls and pulls at them to run away into that same pit of nothingness that brings him a sense of heartbroken lovers drifting apart in a sea of silk, he wants none and he wants one and he wants both, both to free him, free him from a love and a desire that overgrows his heart until he becomes that weeping willow tree standing tall on the mountain of a regenerating doomsday that is yet to happen.
He wants love in a way he can't have, wants Ben's heart in his hand and his lips on his, a soul bonded to a soul is a creation that God cannot destroy and Klaus want's that, want's that feeling so much that he begins to fall out of understanding in whether or not he truly loves Ben or just loves his body, loves the curves, loves the flesh, loves the way it moves to the point where he pins him down so hard he's trapped between pain and pleasure, screaming into the floor his contentment without a breath being spared.
He really wants to fuck him but Klaus says nothing as he reaches down, his blood overflowing and his body heating up against him, an oven cooked with security of sex and love and takes it upon himself to fuck into his hand, imaging Ben's swollen lips and wet mouth on him, imaging cum slipping down his mouth and into his throat and Klaus cums with a quiet cry into his pillow, he wouldn't be able to handle the shame if anyone was to walk by and hear him, never-mind being caught and seeing him laying on his side with a hand full of cum, he thinks some may of hit his covers and under-sheet so that would be a hilarious story to tell Mom.
He lays for a minutes to gather his shame then heads to the bathroom, hiding his hand disgustingly in his pocket just encase he is found by one of his siblings, shaking their hand with a cum covered one wouldn't be anyone ideal fantasy and if it is then get that checked out, he kicks the door open and shuts it behind him loudly, locking it so he can have another minute of peace as he washes his hands, trying his best to avoid the mirror as it casts his projection of a perfect face to love, the water cold against his hands and the soap mixing it all together as he scrubs away at the filth he let go, shaking them dry as he leans his hands against the sink and eyes himself in the mirror, there's no denying the cracks in his face is from the hidden trauma that dares creep up onto him, his skin rough from the fights from the shadows in his room, his legs tainted with cuts from the rubble he threw himself to after a dance with the Devil and yet he is loved, a war is on his body and all he can do is bathe the blood away when the tears from his eyes cannot wash away they emotion of scarred men.