"Hey, you know, I remember my first..." ... Actually, he really rather he didn't.
Klaus was the first one up and awake for a change, lie, he hadn't slept the night before and he was pretty sure getting up after a short stint with death didn't quite count as waking up. Fact was he was up, and everyone else was still curled up in bed. Which was why he was currently making his rounds through the halls with the old bell their father used to signal family meetings. Aka everyone gather so I can gripe about everyone's short comings and failures, so I can justify the horrors I continue to put you all through.
Only this time he was calling the family meeting, and had no intentions of calling out any ones flaws. Just share the depressing news that Luther's suspicions that father's death wasn't accidental was correct, though the murder theory was way off. Unless killing one's self was still considered murder? The man may have been strict, uncaring and lets not sugar coat it, down right abusive, but he was still their father, or the closest they had. As much as he disliked the guy it had still hurt hearing he had taken his own life, because he felt it was the only way to gather his children once more.
He had a point though, Klaus couldn't really see them all coming back to the house of horrors they grew up in while their dear father was still residing under its roof. Diego had been right, they did only really all see each other at major event's like Allison's wedding or dad's funeral. Which was depressing in itself.
"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!" He shouted as he continued up the hall to Luther's room, ringing bell all the way.
He'd already woken and informed the others, and by that he meant Five, who seemed to be the only other one still present besides mum and Pogo. The baby faced assassin had not taken kindly to his abrupt awakening, jumping out of his room and into the hall in front of him in a flash of blue. In those adorable baby blue pj's, hair a mess and a killer scowl plastered to his face as threatened. "If you do not cease that excessive ringing right now, I will shove that bell so far up you're arse you won't see it for a week."
He probably shouldn't have found that half as amusing as he did, but it was kind of hard when his brother looked like a moody pre-teen on the verge of a temper tantrum. So instead of doing the sensible thing and moving on to find Luther, he'd sent back Five's own words from the other day, "What a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain. Kinky though, I like it." He added with a poorly hidden smirk and a ring of the bell for good measure.
Five had lunged for the bell then, with an unamused grunt, and he had taken that as his cue to leave. Stepping back hastily and raising his hands in a placating manner as he muttered. "I'll go find Luther shall I." His brother disappearing in a flash of blue.
It wasn't long before the obnoxious bell ringing drew number one from his room. His brother dragging himself from the room, still half bed raddled and wrapped in his comforter from waist down. And, oh, didn't that paint an amusing picture. "Oh, there's the man. Someone pulled a disappearing act last night. What mischief did you get into?" He asked, noticing the slight tinge to his brother's cheeks as he looked his brother up and down
"What? I didn't" Luther replied, though if he was trying for nonchalant he was failing, as he shifted a little to try and block the bedroom door with his bulk.
No way, did Luther actually bring his furry loving lady friend home with him? Oh this was too good. Peeking around his brother despite Luther's attempts to block him, he said. "Oh, no? Maybe I should ask her." Smirking as he gave the bell another ring, with a "Hello." As the girl who had been dancing with Luther last night looked his way.
Luther shot him a quick look of warning, as he hurried to pull the door shut with the hand that wasn't busy holding up his coverings.
"Oh, come on, don't be shy, big guy. You needed it!"Klaus said teasingly, flailing the bell around with his expressive hand gestures. "Not a lot of ladies on the Moon, I assume. And all that... pressure resting on those big..." Failing not to laugh as he went on, "hairy shoulders..."
Luther hissing out an exasperated. "Klaus, enough!" In embarrassment.
An amused smile crept across his lips, as Klaus said. "Wait. Was this, like... No way!" Excitedly cheering a little, "Whoo!"
Luther whispered harshly. "We are not having this discussion." Hand tightening around the door handle and a look on his face that clearly stated he didn't find this near as amusing as his brother did.
Klaus gave a little dance in celebration, his brother cringing with each little sound the bell made with the movement. "He popped his cherry!" His hands moved to cover his mouth, as he gasped in feigned shock as he whispered loudly. "Now you're gonna have to marry her!"
"Would you keep your voice down?" Luther hissed in a hushed, horrified tone, giving a worried glance back at the closed door behind him. Praying it was thick enough to block his idiot brother's voice, he really didn't need Klaus embarrassing him in front of her any more than he already had.
Klaus was talking again then. "Hey, you know, I remember my first..." The amusement begun to wear off as he thought back, there was actually quiet a bit he couldn't remember very clearly through the drug and alcohol haze. Unfortunately neither of his first sexual encounters fell into that blur.
He gave his virginity away during the winter of his seventeenth, a couple months after leaving home. Not that it was much of a home to begin with, Ben was dead, Five had disappeared years ago, even quiet Vanya had packed up and taken off to some musical college. Allison was getting ready to go chase fame, Diego went and came at all hours, and Luther was still dady's little soldier. The halls were becoming hauntingly empty and he just could stand being in those walls any more.
He lost it to some drunk guy old enough to be his father, though not near as old as his actual so called father. Because the shelters and hostels were full and he was freezing his balls off and was not prepared to spend another night struggling to keep frost bite from settling in under some overpass. So a night in a nice warm bed was far too good an offer to turn down, even if it mean letting some guy he'd just met fuck him first. Because pride and dignity, as little as he has, wouldn't let him return back to that manor. To the disapproving looks and lectures of how big a failure and disappointment he is. The, I told you you'd never survive out there on you're own, useless child.
The first time he sucked a guy off was no better, he had just turned sixteen and was locked out of all the medicine cabinets and his father's liquor stash. He was almost out of weed, dangerously sober and hadn't slept in three days, he needed sleep and the only way he'd get that was with sedatives, but he had no cash. So he'd swiped one of his father's antique trinkets and set out to see Billy. A a twenty-three year old lad who as it turned out looked eerily like Luther, who his regular weed dealer claimed was said to sell hospital grade sedatives. Billy didn't deal in trinkets, but he was willing to deal in favours for those he liked and lucky for him he was just Billy's type.
So yeah, he'd much rather not remember either of those. "Oh, no, I don't."
"Klaus, what is it?" Luther piped up hoping to get to the point.
"What?" Klaus blinked in confusion, not entirely sure what his brother was getting at before he remembered why it was he was up here. "Oh, the... Uh, important family business."
That's right he was calling a family meeting. "Meet me down stairs, okay? And Luther.." Luther was giving a look of confused concerned, most likely wondering what the 'important family business' was. Klaus gave another ring of the bell, before pointing it his brother's way, hoping to lighten the mood after that, oh so lovely, depressing trip down memory lane. "No dilly-dallying, all right? Chop, chop."
With that Luther turned to slink back into his room with an eye roll and a shake of his head. Leaving his brother to do his thing while he got dressed and ready to head down stairs.