Pairing: Daryan Crescend/Klavier Gavin
Warning: Sexual things. Themes. Goings on. The fun stuff.

Author's Note: Well, you all had to have seen it coming eventually. This chapter contains Kristoph! Yes, the infamous other Gavin. I spent a long time discussing this with Nat and she read it over for me to make sure he wasn't horribly out of character. There are so many theories on this guy and his relationship with his brother that there is no way I could properly portray them all in this single snippet of fanfiction.

But, either way, I did my best and I hope you enjoy it! Oh, and, my first time writing smut in forever and a day so...bear with me. x3

Daryan - 22
Klavier - 22

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Daryan exhaled a warm breath along his neck, guiding the blonde back into reality with a soft shudder at the ghost-like feel. He slipped away from the skin slowly, allowing his dark eyes to scan briefly over the blonde's facial features before his lips brushed softly over his. Klavier returned the notion almost desperately, afraid Daryan would pull away and leave him there with only that faint touch to sedate him. But he had never been one for games, particularly not the kind that were at the expense of his lover. Instead the detective moved forward, pressing solidly against him and reassuring Klavier of the door at his back.

Not five minutes ago had they walked through it when suddenly Daryan's lips were crashing against his. He had a natural ferocity in his kissing that it left both of them with flushed and tingling lips every time he pulled away. His intention seemed to nearly be an attempt at smothering Klavier but the heat was more healing than hurting. The coldness that had been seeping through his skin was obvious, like a darkness that had eclipsed the sun. There was nothing natural about it, not for the vibrant rocker at least. He forced that livid heat against him with where their bodies touched, urging it to absorb into his senses, coat his muscles and organs to shut down those defenses.

Before they were through he'd once again become more than a smiling face; Daryan was determined to reach that goal. And Klavier hated him tonight if only for making him feel like his scars and flaws were carried on a sign over his head - but Daryan was okay with that. He always was. He could shoulder the hatred if it would give Klavier somewhere to put it. Somewhere besides on himself.

- x -

"Kristoph!" Klavier wasn't really yelling so much as projecting his voice in a manner that could be heard over the bustling around them. His hand rose briefly into the air, gesturing to someone that Daryan couldn't see - which was irritating only because he was taller than Klavier and therefore should have been able to see just fine. But he attributed it to the fact he had no clue what he was looking for; he'd never met Kristoph Gavin.

"Come along," Klavier said, immediately reaching for Daryan's hand. The detective relinquished it, removing it from his hoodie pocket to place it in the other's waiting one, but he didn't do so without giving a frown.

"What do you mean 'come along'? He saw us, he can navigate the congestion just as well as we can," Daryan replied despite allowing himself to be lead through the throng of people that made him wish he had told Klavier to pick him up after meeting his brother at the station.

"He's closer to the door anyway."

"Yeah. The wrong door," he pointed out, almost in disbelief, "You parked in the east lot, remember?"

But Klavier didn't grace him with an answer and instead released his hand to meet up with the person that was apparently invisible to Daryan; thankfully he wasn't that hard to make out in the dispersing crowd. It was when he saw him again, though, that he wanted to kick himself for being so completely blind. How had he missed Kristoph Gavin, who appeared to be little more than a slightly older, taller Klavier? He was expecting similarities but not a clone.

"Ah, bro, this is Daryan Crescend," Klavier said, motioning to him as he came into sight, "He's a detective with International Affairs."

"A pleasure," Kristoph said, his accent almost completely dissolved. Compared to Klavier who still spouted German words in daily life, he sounded like he could have been a native of the English language, "He's mentioned you quite a bit in our phone conversations. I suppose I should be thankful he has someone that's been able to tolerate him for so long."

It seemed like a joke but for some reason his laugh felt a bit strangled in his throat, like his body recognized something that his mind had missed. The sincerity of it was as detectible as Kristoph's accent, "Yeah, well, he's a good friend. You don't get a shot at those very often."

"Mm." His eyes scanned over Daryan with subtle scrutiny and the smile he put on after wards only served to make him look more bored. He was certain there was a hint of disappointment or disapproval but he'd been seeing looks like that all his life so it was hard to take offense or even notice them anymore. The brunette forced his attention back to Klavier.

"Daryan is the guitarist for the Gavinners." What should have been nothing more than a reminder sounded like an excuse.

"I recall you mentioning it," Kristoph's tone was airy as he glanced around. His eyes held a dismissing, passive look before he smiled at Klavier, "Shall we go? I left Mr. Justice to run the office for me but there's still some work I need to finish."

Had he not been trying to find a cue card for his next action on Klavier's face, Daryan may never have noticed the slight recoil displayed only in his light blue eyes. It was as though he had said something completely stupid and Kristoph's words pointed it out not only to him but to the entire train station as well. He almost looked around to see if anyone was staring at them or laughing. They turned to head back to the car, the elder Gavin somehow leading the way, and he wordlessly what he'd missed and gave up trying to hold Klavier's unresponsive hand.

- x -

He pulled away from the other's lips, squeezing the hands he held against the wall softly in a minor compulsion to make sure the other was still with him. His forehead pressed to Klavier's, the blonde's pants of warm air making his lips tingle excitedly. Shifting, he pressed more of himself along the other and that disappearing chill forced him to shake something from his spine. Susceptible to the small tremor due to the closeness of their bodies, Klavier's fingers tightened between his knuckles as if to remind him of Daryan's movements being his as well.

The taller guitarist's knee pressed to the door between his legs and he lifted his head to find those lips again. First softly, Klavier's declined head bobbing slightly to try to increase the contact until he ran his tongue along them. They were warm, almost hot, under the touch. His teeth tugged on the lower one, guiding Klavier forward until they connected again.

There was no struggle for dominance between them; no set roles to be adhered to, no stereotypes to fill, nothing. Klavier kissed back with just as much fervor, his hands tightening in place of arm movement in a silent demand for it to continue. Kissing was little more than exploring familiar territory but there was always a new way to go about it. Now, the intensity with which he caressed Klavier's mouth seemed forceful in a new way. Attempting to drill something into him through the action alone and determined not to let either of them breathe until it was realized.

His eyes closed, hands tightening in response to the other's in some form of reassurance that hovered beyond his understanding. Promising that he was there, that he meant it, that he wouldn't hurt him; promising anything that Klavier needed promised to him to make him feel again. Their bodies were warm where they made contact, the heat once again distracting him to the point that he didn't pull away until his lungs were burning.

When his lips found Klavier's again he was still catching his breath, the oxygen escaping him as if he had just run five miles. Daryan's lips hovered against his so their movement could be felt when he exhaled soft words over the warm skin.

"Nothing you say is stupid."

- x -

It took at least an hour to find somewhere Kristoph was willing to eat that he hadn't read a bad review about or didn't have terrible service. The list of excuses went on and while Daryan was used to picky eaters, as he'd eaten out with Klavier plenty of times, something about Kristoph being so choosey grated on his nerves. Maybe it had to do with the way he 'kindly' shot down every suggestion and seemed amused in watching it crash and burn. After the fourth suggestion, he had begun to use an endearment with Klavier that made Daryan want to kick the back of his seat.

Being forced to sit in the backseat was also another level reached on his annoyance scale.

Eventually they found a place but Kristoph's agreement didn't come without a touch of disapproval. They had just put in their orders when Klavier dare approach another attempt at conversation.

"How is the office?"

"Fine," Kristoph replied, setting his glass of water back on the table, "Mr. Justice is turning into a fine attorney. I imagine you might have grasped the opposing side of law almost as quickly."

Daryan, who found it much more satisfying and less irritating to watch Klavier, noticed as his blue eyes briefly found his across the table and smiled faintly, "I feel the Prosecutor's Office is a better fit."

"Yes, the disorganization and peculiar methods of investigation are very fitting to your style," he smiled and his voice lifted lightly. It sounded like a joke to Daryan, one at the rocker's expense, but a joke all the same. A bit of protectiveness arose in him, aware of the sensitive edges surrounding Klavier's pride. He glanced over only to find that he had his smile and was attempted to hide it by taking a sip of water, "Quite like your latest album, in fact."

"You listen to our music?" Daryan couldn't hide the shock in his voice, even if he had bothered to try, and felt the heel of Klavier's boot dig into his foot for it. He flinched, more for Klavier's sake than any actual pain, and shrugged a bit as he leaned back in his chair.

"Certainly, though usually only once through. My little brother's idea of music is quite different from my own," he confirmed, "But he takes the time to drop off a copy so I'll always listen. His hobbies are-"

"Hobbies?" Daryan shot, "It isn't a hobby."

"Oh?" He adjusted his glasses, temporarily masking his eyes with their gleam from the sunlight, "And what makes you say that, Mr. Crescend?"

Klavier's foot applied a warning amount of pressure but Daryan chose to ignore it completely this time, "He's more alive on stage than anywhere else I've ever seen. Hobbies don't create that kind of drive. It isn't like building model cars."

The pressure left his foot almost immediately but Daryan only spared a brief glance in the younger blonde's direction for it. He was watching Kristoph, waiting for some kind of reaction to let him know whether the defense had worked or not. It hadn't.

"They also don't last forever," he countered with smooth absolution. His attention returned to Klavier, "Did you have a bit of a cold during some of your recording sessions?"

"Not that I can remember," Klavier replied, sitting up just a bit straighter in his seat. The tension seemed to dissolve but Daryan was faintly aware that it was simply his tension with Kristoph that disappeared and the other forms didn't leave the air completely.

"I see," he said, sipping his water again. An unsaid 'unfortunate' appeared over his head and drifted over to become a suffocating smog surrounding Klavier.

Subtly the rocker's hand moved up and his intent seemed to be to touch his throat but he deterred at the last minute. Fingers brushed through his bangs casually and his eyes now seemed to focus on that action rather than his brother, "Did my singing sound strange?"

"It might just be my ears," he assured, though his voice didn't incline that he really felt that way at all, "You were always more musically inclined than me, little brother."

The compliment seemed to fall on deaf ears.

- x -

He could feel Klavier's fingers bunch in the streamlined material of his hoodie when his mouth left the now red earlobe that he'd taken as his latest victim and moved down. Kisses littered the skin of his jaw line and the junction of his neck, some accompanied with the grazing of his teeth along the skin. The following moan vibrated under his lips and he pulled Klavier closer, giving the reassurance of a solid body against his with the ensuing tug.

They had found his bedroom now, awkwardly navigating the dark until Daryan bumped his foot on the wooden frame. It was unmade, the sheets twisted in his hand and he constantly had to shake them off. But the action felt like an illusion compared to the very real body under him that reacted welcomingly to the antics of his mouth.

His zipper pull snagged on Klavier's pendant with the closeness of their bodies but Daryan ignored it where Klavier could not. Familiar hands that trembled in a foreign display of weakness struggled with it and eventually the zipper slid down, leaving Daryan to wonder if he had broken it free by snapping the shark-tooth pull. He decided instantly that he didn't care; not right now.

Hands slid back up his abdomen and chest, pushing him away only so more of his skin could be explored in their roaming. They slid over his shoulders, hastily shoving the material away and exposing his lightly perspiring skin to the room's unforgiving air.

Teeth grated into Klavier's neck, pulling at the skin until it was as hot as the inside of Daryan's mouth. He moaned again, a tell to the sensitivity of the chosen area and a wordless urging for the guitarist to continue. Nails dug into his shoulders, short enough not to hurt but long enough to feel the pressure of them sending a message along his nerves straight to his brain only to have it tell his body what to do. Daryan shivered slightly with the sensation combined with the air tickling his slightly wet skin, pressing himself closer to Klavier when he did so. He ran his tongue over the mark once more and shook the blankets from his hand for the millionth time to run it up his side and along his back. It pressed into his lower back, pulling him up into an arch that the blonde supported by bending his leg slightly, giving Daryan an angle to press against his hips.

His lips pampered the skin surrounding the mark he had made, one that would suffice as a lingering reminder until Klavier had no choice but to accept it. He kissed the heated skin again, moistening it so when he exhaled it became suddenly cold - like the finish on a new coat of paint. The exhaled words against the bite made Klavier shudder softly; both unsure if it was the words themselves or the physical tingle the air from them that caused it.

"There's nothing wrong with your voice."

- x -

"Have you been eating well, Klavier?" Cool blue eyes lifted to meet a more steely, cold shade of their own. He seemed just as surprised by the question as Daryan who paused to clean his mouth of the meal's debris with a drink of his beer.

"No different than the usual care I place in my diet," he replied with an open smoothness that was enhanced by the smile that appeared.

"I hope so," Kristoph continued, crossing his legs in a gesture that Daryan was now sure stood as a pretext for something he had yet to decipher, "Between your chosen occupations, appearance certainly plays no small part."

"I'm aware," he defended. A bit too soon, Daryan noted, as a small smile that could easily be labeled 'triumphant' appeared on the elder brother's face.

"My, my," he chided, his voice edged with something resembling hurt, "No reason to put up your defenses, little brother. I was only worried on your behalf."

Klavier hesitated before reaching for his water, making sure it was firmly replaced on the table before speaking, "I appreciate your concern, Kristoph. Forgive my hasty response."

Daryan didn't believe it at first but the realization was more than happy to slap him in the face multiple times. Klavier actually sounded like he was requesting forgiveness when he had done nothing but defended himself. Worse yet, it was a request to which Kristoph only replied with a delicate 'Mm' that cut the discussion abruptly.

"Excuse me," Klavier rose, setting his napkin down beside his plate and walking towards the bathroom. Daryan almost went after him but stopped when he couldn't come up with a reason why and felt like both of them would request one. It occurred to him that he was worried but he didn't know where it came from or why it chose now to surface.

"Forgive him," Kristoph said, bringing Daryan' attention back to him, "His head seems to be in a different place today."

"Yeah, no joke," Daryan mumbled, eyes falling to Klavier's plate briefly, "He was fine this morning. No clue what got him wound so tight."

"It's best to let him sort it out for himself."

Daryan frowned and stood, now finding an entirely different verification for wanting to follow him, "I'll go check on him anyway."

He wasn't five steps from the table when Kristoph spoke again, "Do you and Klavier share a bed, Mr. Crescend?"

"I don't see how that's any of your business," Daryan snapped, not turning around. He was used to defending his privacy against fans and felt no remorse in handling the Gavin the same way. People delving into his secrets was at the top of his list of aggravating things and he had punched both interviewers and reporters for it. It was safe to say he had earned the 'bad boy' title of the band amongst the media but all those people earned the hits they'd got.

Kristoph gave the kind of chuckle that Daryan had punched suspects in the face for, "Well, he is my little brother-"

"Yeah, I got that."

Kristoph hesitated and Daryan felt the soft sting of a glare on his back that made his muscles tighten. He was sure the Gavin wouldn't have done anything and yet he felt like he should have been treating him like a dangerous criminal. They stood in silence until he eventually cleared his throat, "Klavier is my brother and I think it's safe to say who his partner is falls within my realm of interest on his behalf."

He grit his teeth, turning halfway towards where the elder brother had remained, unmoving, "Some nights more than others. Why?"

He smiled. "Nothing." Daryan could have thrown him farther than he believed him.

He intercepted Klavier on his way back to the table, hands finding his upper arms briefly to keep him from walking right passed. When he didn't get Klavier's attention immediately he tightened his hands softly and the blonde looked up, seeming to snap out of a haze, "Daryan?"

"Are you alright?" He met blue eyes and felt a slight tug in his chest at the unwelcome familiarity of the look in them.

"Fine." He smiled; but it had less emotion than a smile-faced poster.

- x -

Legs tensed around his waist, urging every shift of his hips to come faster than the previous one with more pressure. Klavier's hand was tangled in his over-processed hair, twisted to an almost painful point in the strands so the motions made Daryan flinch. He'd gotten over it now save for the occasional shift that caused a particularly vicious yank on his hair. The other hand gripped his shoulder, tightening with every thrust either to steady himself or to keep the motions going. He watched as the blonde pressed his head back into the pillow, closing his eyes tightly with the strain of his muscles and sensations running across his nerves.

A tug on his hair urged him down, addressing unexplored skin with fierce care making the brunette curved as much as his angle would allow. He could feel Klavier arching up into his exploring mouth as it littered his chest and shoulders with kisses and affectionate bites. The natural curves and small crevasses guided his lips, shifting his attention along as though the body beneath his was a river with a steady current. He followed the curve of his collarbone, tongue dipping into his clavicle and making Klavier curve his back further with a low moan.

Each bite was passionate and heated, lacking any timid hesitation as he claimed every inch of the hot skin. He decorated as much of the body beneath him as his spine permitted, the occasional painful tug unable to deter him save for the brief minute he went back up to the blonde's mouth. It was short, but emotions beyond sporadic lust surfaced in that brief contact between their mouths. He pulled away and pressed his forehead to Klavier's, even more lost for breath than he had began.

His lips moved back down but the replaced caresses were fleeting between the rest of his physical exertion. They skimmed the skin of his neck and sternum, hovering over the section of chest that encased his heart. He almost believed he could feel it despite the raging heartbeat in his own skull. But he wondered if maybe it had paused, if only for a second, when it felt his heavily exhaled words.

"There's nothing wrong with the way you look."

- x -

Two hours later they were standing on the same train platform they had been on that morning and it was just as crowded. Kristoph stood, one arm cradling another, looking at Klavier who stood squarely in front of him with his hands in his pockets. Daryan had hung back but not so far that he couldn't hear wisps of their conversation floating through the air.

"Perhaps if you plan further ahead…"

"I'll be sure to call sooner…"

"…fit your elder brother into your busy schedule…"

"…never too busy…"

"…manage some personal time between the two of us."

"You don't like Daryan?"

"Oh, don't twist my words, little brother. I just feel we could do with a more personal session sometime. I can usually make time for my brother but-"

"Daryan?"

Somehow he had drifted close enough to be noticed. In hindsight he really should have been able to tell considering fragments had turned into full sentences.

"Lost track of my feet," he mumbled, turning to walk before Kristoph's voice once again caught him.

"Don't bother, Mr. Crescend," he smiled, "I do have a train to catch."

Daryan's gaze flicked towards the train, Not for another fifteen minutes. But he stepped close to Klavier, their arms brushing through the fabric of their clothes. His eyes didn't leave Kristoph but they didn't have to in order to feel the subtle, internal flinch at the contact.

"I'll call you soon, bro," he spoke up as Kristoph turned, his intent clear to leave without another word.

"I look forward to it." Another flinch; Daryan too could have swore he heard an unsaid phrase, 'I won't hold my breath', under the clear words like a subliminal message.

Even in the simple, stunted contact where their arms touched he felt Klavier tense. In one look at his face, it was clear that Klavier wanted to say something but stopped. As he stared blankly at his brother's retreating form, Daryan slid an arm around his waist - fed up with the previous methods of contact that yielded no response.

- x -

The morning light was harshly muted by the thick, blue curtains of Daryan's bedroom. A body shifted slightly at his side and he rolled over, finding a hip under the blanket and pulling the figure closer against him. Lips tickled the back of the bare shoulder that peeked out from under the covers and he trailed his finger up the naked stomach before settling against the firm muscle. The other's hand moved down, covering his with a silent message to stay as its owner rolled over.

Daryan leaned forward, kissing Klavier with his usual intimacy before pulling away and trying to make out his features. He was faintly able to make out the other's face through the lingering haze brought on by inadequate lighting and saw a slight smile had pulled at his lips. The silence remained uninterrupted as he slid closer and the blonde's arms found the back of his neck. He fell onto his back pulling the blonde atop him and ignoring the tangle of sheets around them in favor of draping his arms over Klavier's back. His hands slipped up, running into that soft curve of his lower back and over his shoulder blades before sliding back down again.

His skin was still warm with life and expression, a comfort under Daryan's hands and against the skin of his chest. The usual drill in his hair had unfurled between last night's writhing and the sanctity of sleep. It tickled his chest where it fell over his shoulder, making Daryan abruptly aware of his own hair sticking uncomfortably to his back. He slid a hand up to pull the blonde strands away from the back of Klavier's neck, not daring to run his fingers through it in worry that they would get snagged and cause him pointless pain so soon after waking up.

They waited in comfortable silence for something to happen that would demand movement of them and signify the beginning of a new day. Nothing happened and the guitarist had just begun to doze when the form on top of him pushed the blankets back and slid out of bed. When Daryan next opened his eyes Klavier had already tugged on his dress shirt, leaving it unbuttoned as he picked up the other articles of clothing from the floor - many of which were Daryan's. He folded his own over his arm, tossing the ones that belonged to the bedroom's owner overtop the messy covers. Only when he was satisfied (it was a tired, half-satisfied, really) did he walk back over and press his lips to Daryan's once more.

It was a silent but sure 'thank you' as the blonde left the room, leaving the door open slightly so the sounds of his shuffling and the bathroom door closing could be heard. Daryan folded his hands behind his head, watching the light glow from beyond the curtains that served as a blindfold against the world. His mind stayed clear until he heard the running of water for a shower through the walls of his room, confirming what he had assumed to be Klavier's plan all along. He closed his eyes, listening to be sure the shower would be enough noise that Klavier couldn't hear him think.

For all reasoning, it was stupid to wait because the blonde couldn't read minds anyway. But something about this particular thought felt heavy, weighted down with how personal it was. He could picture the expression on Klavier's face and the argument to follow it as he sat up, pulling the clothes from the end of the bed to drop them lazily into the basket near his closet. It was a look he would rather never have to face in those blue eyes and an argument he'd prefer never to hear.

'I just wish my opinions counted half as much as his.'

He thrust his foot into the basket, mashing the dirty clothes down to make room for more the next time his room was cleaned up. No. That was one thought that no amount of chiding or playful banter would get out of him, one that he would keep even in the most intense arguments when Klavier had him so frustrated he wanted to lash out with everything hurtful in his arsenal. The lingering betrayal of that truthful thought was an interesting burden to bear but it was far lighter than the self-loathing he would feel based on the facial expression of Klavier's reaction alone.