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Pulse
Title: Pulse
Summary: A bike, bonds, and a few to many drinks
Rating: R
Warnings: Incest, minor GS4 spoilers
Update: one-shot
Other: for PWKM, promt was "Either Garyuucest (GOIN TAH HELL =D), Klavier/Apollo or Klavier Nick with SEX/FROTTAGE ON A MOTORBIKE."
To say he was surprised by the present was an understatement. All he did outwardly was raise his eyebrows, looking the machine up and down before turning towards his brother. The older man had his arms crossed, a small smile on his face as he watched his little brother's reaction.
Klavier grinned back, giving his brother a quick hug before turning back to look at the bike. Kristoph blinked at the impulsive action before following his brother. "I acquired the correct model?"
The fifteen year old gave him another grin, hands stroking the motorcycle now. "It's perfect." It wasn't cheep, but that wasn't what surprised him so much. "I thought you hated them?"
"I thought about it. You are your own person, and you were even saving up for it before we moved here. Regardless what happened to our parents, you would eventually do as you wished." It was a serious point for both of them, Klavier paying total attention to his brother as the accident came up.
"Thank you." The two headed back in the house, and he knew his older brother got how much that had really meant.
The victory dinner for his first win happens the evening of, dinner out scrapped for a simple meal and drinks at home. Klavier took over the kitchen, quickly looking over the refrigerator before pulling out eggs, cheese, and some butter. It's a simple meal of wine and omelets, a bit odd for nine at night but it was a comfort food for the teenager. Kristoph got up to clean the plates afterwards, eyebrow raised when after a short phone call he saw his brother heading towards the door. "Work." He offered back in explanation. "I'll be back in an hour, maybe less."
When the younger gets back, the older has had a few more glasses and is siting on the couch. Klavier joins him, grabbing his own glass and the bottle to serve himself a half-cup. The two don't speak for the longest time, just sharing drink and space, but that's enough. The win still feels weird and leaves a bitter aftertaste, so it's the last thing he wants to talk about, and to talk about anything else would be making light of the situation. His brother being right about Wright is like finding out about santa claus Some part of his mind goes, oh, I think this means you've had too much. But he ignores it, and the voice lets him be or the easter bunny. Of course his brother is right, it's his brother who he trusts with his life and looks up to despite how much Kristoph says he looks up to him, already taking his first case at seventeen. Klavier would point out he's just following, but that's something that doesn't even need to be said by this point.
The clock strikes midnight, and of course since this isn't fairy tales the magic starts then instead of ending. Their glasses sit side by side, ignored since the bottle was finished, and Klavier leans his head against his brother's shoulder, eyes closed as he soaks in the moment. Then he shifts, turns and tilts his head so he's facing Kristoph, and gently touches lips to cheek. A hand runs through the younger's hair, playing with it and now pulling the prosecutor closer and their lips meet this time, and it's nice and sweet like the wine was He's your brother, he's your brother, he's your brother and he opens his mouth rather quickly to slip tongue in his older brother's mouth, and he's quite sure he can hear their parents rolling over in their grave. He's quite sure he doesn't care.
"Garage." It's not a question, he's already leading them that way as hands stay on the older man's hips.
Kristoph simply raises one elegant eyebrow, and he never really has watched the way his brother walks before, precise steps like he's in some ballet and the thought brings a grin to his face.
There they are, and here he is, rear to his bike while they work out just how long they can make a kiss last while Klavier slips hands under his brother's shirt. Up went shirt, displaying skin he knew was paler then his own sunbathed body.
Tops were shed, zippers were undone and pants slipped off or down as his older brother turned him around, and god they were going quick, and he'd have to make note to take this slower but right now he just wanted it now and he could tell the other felt the same.
A bite to his shoulder, some stretching, then he's pressed flush against the motorcycle and Kristoph enters him and he grips the bike as a shudder works it way all the way through his body.
A moment and they're moving, Klavier letting sounds fall from his lips as they will while somehow his brother still kept control, only shallow sounds in his ear but it's the hottest thing he's ever heard and he arches back into the other.
He finds a hand wrapped around him, trying to match their pace, and the younger man's body is torn now on whether to lean back to meet the other, or move forward into the touch. One, two, three, four strokes. One, two, three, four beats and Klavier reaches the point, body frozen and sparks behind his eyes as cum splatters the motorcycle and that just makes it all the better.
Kristoph is more experienced, and as his little brother comes down from his orgasm he stills keeps his pace, the feeling so sharp that it tears a half cry from Klavier's lips while the teenager tries to stay standing on suddenly shaky legs. Five, a kiss to his shoulder, six, his neck, seven, his ear, eight and there it's such a weird feeling, one he is unused to, but he doesn't dislike.
They both just stand there for the longest time, before urge for bed and bath override. They do not share a bath, but they do share a bed as Klavier tumbles on top of his brother before they pull the sheets over them. You are a minor, you are his brother, you are male, you are part of the law, you just broke the law in so many ways.
You do not care.
Title: Pulse
Summary: A bike, bonds, and a few to many drinks
Rating: R
Warnings: Incest, minor GS4 spoilers
Update: one-shot
Other: for PWKM, promt was "Either Garyuucest (GOIN TAH HELL =D), Klavier/Apollo or Klavier Nick with SEX/FROTTAGE ON A MOTORBIKE."
To say he was surprised by the present was an understatement. All he did outwardly was raise his eyebrows, looking the machine up and down before turning towards his brother. The older man had his arms crossed, a small smile on his face as he watched his little brother's reaction.
Klavier grinned back, giving his brother a quick hug before turning back to look at the bike. Kristoph blinked at the impulsive action before following his brother. "I acquired the correct model?"
The fifteen year old gave him another grin, hands stroking the motorcycle now. "It's perfect." It wasn't cheep, but that wasn't what surprised him so much. "I thought you hated them?"
"I thought about it. You are your own person, and you were even saving up for it before we moved here. Regardless what happened to our parents, you would eventually do as you wished." It was a serious point for both of them, Klavier paying total attention to his brother as the accident came up.
"Thank you." The two headed back in the house, and he knew his older brother got how much that had really meant.
The victory dinner for his first win happens the evening of, dinner out scrapped for a simple meal and drinks at home. Klavier took over the kitchen, quickly looking over the refrigerator before pulling out eggs, cheese, and some butter. It's a simple meal of wine and omelets, a bit odd for nine at night but it was a comfort food for the teenager. Kristoph got up to clean the plates afterwards, eyebrow raised when after a short phone call he saw his brother heading towards the door. "Work." He offered back in explanation. "I'll be back in an hour, maybe less."
When the younger gets back, the older has had a few more glasses and is siting on the couch. Klavier joins him, grabbing his own glass and the bottle to serve himself a half-cup. The two don't speak for the longest time, just sharing drink and space, but that's enough. The win still feels weird and leaves a bitter aftertaste, so it's the last thing he wants to talk about, and to talk about anything else would be making light of the situation. His brother being right about Wright is like finding out about santa claus Some part of his mind goes, oh, I think this means you've had too much. But he ignores it, and the voice lets him be or the easter bunny. Of course his brother is right, it's his brother who he trusts with his life and looks up to despite how much Kristoph says he looks up to him, already taking his first case at seventeen. Klavier would point out he's just following, but that's something that doesn't even need to be said by this point.
The clock strikes midnight, and of course since this isn't fairy tales the magic starts then instead of ending. Their glasses sit side by side, ignored since the bottle was finished, and Klavier leans his head against his brother's shoulder, eyes closed as he soaks in the moment. Then he shifts, turns and tilts his head so he's facing Kristoph, and gently touches lips to cheek. A hand runs through the younger's hair, playing with it and now pulling the prosecutor closer and their lips meet this time, and it's nice and sweet like the wine was He's your brother, he's your brother, he's your brother and he opens his mouth rather quickly to slip tongue in his older brother's mouth, and he's quite sure he can hear their parents rolling over in their grave. He's quite sure he doesn't care.
"Garage." It's not a question, he's already leading them that way as hands stay on the older man's hips.
Kristoph simply raises one elegant eyebrow, and he never really has watched the way his brother walks before, precise steps like he's in some ballet and the thought brings a grin to his face.
There they are, and here he is, rear to his bike while they work out just how long they can make a kiss last while Klavier slips hands under his brother's shirt. Up went shirt, displaying skin he knew was paler then his own sunbathed body.
Tops were shed, zippers were undone and pants slipped off or down as his older brother turned him around, and god they were going quick, and he'd have to make note to take this slower but right now he just wanted it now and he could tell the other felt the same.
A bite to his shoulder, some stretching, then he's pressed flush against the motorcycle and Kristoph enters him and he grips the bike as a shudder works it way all the way through his body.
A moment and they're moving, Klavier letting sounds fall from his lips as they will while somehow his brother still kept control, only shallow sounds in his ear but it's the hottest thing he's ever heard and he arches back into the other.
He finds a hand wrapped around him, trying to match their pace, and the younger man's body is torn now on whether to lean back to meet the other, or move forward into the touch. One, two, three, four strokes. One, two, three, four beats and Klavier reaches the point, body frozen and sparks behind his eyes as cum splatters the motorcycle and that just makes it all the better.
Kristoph is more experienced, and as his little brother comes down from his orgasm he stills keeps his pace, the feeling so sharp that it tears a half cry from Klavier's lips while the teenager tries to stay standing on suddenly shaky legs. Five, a kiss to his shoulder, six, his neck, seven, his ear, eight and there it's such a weird feeling, one he is unused to, but he doesn't dislike.
They both just stand there for the longest time, before urge for bed and bath override. They do not share a bath, but they do share a bed as Klavier tumbles on top of his brother before they pull the sheets over them. You are a minor, you are his brother, you are male, you are part of the law, you just broke the law in so many ways.
You do not care.