Klaus sat there, finishing his cigarette, wondering if he'd just made the biggest mistake of his life. How could he face his brother the next day at breakfast? Do their training together tomorrow? He was just so embarrassed. He felt his eyes swell with tears of shame. He wiped at them, harshly grinding his palms into his eye sockets, sniffling loudly as he tried to compose himself.
He was sure Five was humiliated too, but he had no idea to what extent. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen Five do anything that wasn't damn near perfect, therefore, he didn't think he'd seen him ashamed. The only flaw he was able to notice was his arrogance and that slight problem with authority. Although, he had to admit, that was one of things that kind of attracted him to Five in the first place. He was reserved, yet somehow he didn't know just how punk rock he was, for lack of a better term. In fact, ever since he'd seen the movie SLC Punk!, Five had reminded him of Mike. He was the nerdy, botany student, with the buttoned down shirt and slicked down hair. The kind of kid that no one looked at, really. But if you spoke ill or hurt someone in his circle, he'd make sure you regretted it, punch after brutal punch, and you'd definitely notice him then.
He sighed, and stomped out his cigarette, flicking the butt over the edge, before standing to head back inside to attempt to sleep. This was going to be a long night, especially because the only way in without Five was knocking on Luther's window and having to explain why he was out there. And he wasn't exactly sure what he would say.
Five had teleported back into his room, instantly running to and locking the door. He collapsed on his bed with a frustrated sigh. Why had Klaus done that? As if his mortification over the feelings he was having wasn't enough, he had to further the torture? That half of a second when his lips fainted over his was like heaven. What would have happened if he'd let it deepen? If he'd broke through his personal barriers and let himself succumb to those hormonal urges?
Five couldn't let that happen. He was in control of his body, his emotions. Although someone should inform his cock of that fact, as it raged, hard against his zipper. God, I'm so pathetic.' he thought, as his hand brushed over the bulge in his shorts.
He heard a small sound which made him pause. Then he heard the distinct sound of Luther's window opening a few rooms down. Shit! He had left Klaus out there. He'd have to apologize in the morning. If he even could face Klaus, that was. The dread of it was taking over. So much so, he felt his cock wilt and soften at the thought.
Yep, that's going to hurt tomorrow.
The next day, Klaus shyly snuck down the stairs and headed to the kitchen for breakfast. As soon as he got there, Grace greeted him with a plate of bacon and eggs and a cup of orange juice. He saw the others at the table, Five's eyes darting to the ground as he entered. Both of their faces flushed with unease, as Klaus slithered into his chair.
"You know, I'm not feeling great. I think I'll head back up to bed." Five said, before teleporting off.
Yep, Klaus knew it. He had messed things up pretty bad. Everytime he walked into a room that day, Five popped off somewhere else. And if he found that spot, he just poofed away again. It was just like playing hide and seek with him, like he'd mentioned last night.
'Hmm. I wonder.' He thought. He ran towards Five's room; his door was slightly ajar, thank god. He pulled open his closet door, and there Five sat with his head in his hands, tears billowing down his cheeks. The sight broke his heart a little bit, especially since he was the one who caused that pain.
Five clenched his fists, trying desperately to teleport anywhere but there. But it fizzled and nothing happened. Dammit! Why now?' He thought, as Klaus kneeled next to him.
"Knew you'd run out of juice eventually." He said with a small, pained smile. He was happy he finally got a minute alone with him, no doubt, but he never liked seeing anyone cry. Especially his brother. He thought of the last time he had seen Five cry. They were young, maybe four or five, and he'd teleported wrong somehow. He wound up stumbling down the stairs, and spraining his wrist. He was so angry. At himself, mostly. Much like he must be now.
"God, will you just go away?" Five spat at him. "Can't you take a hint, already?"
"Hey, I dont give a damn what you want right now. I'm here to say I'm sorry." Klaus tried to grab Five's hand, but he yanked it away. "Hey! Just tell me what I did wrong, maybe I can fix it. Maybe I can make it better... just tell me! I thought I was doing you a favor!"
"That's exactly the point! Do you think I want my first kiss to be a favor some guy is doing for me?"
Klaus' hand smacked his chest in fake offense, "I'm just some guy to you!?"
Five groaned, nerves building as he let spill all these things he didn't want to, "I thought that an experience like that would be... special, you know? With somebody special. I didn't want it to be something you did on a whim because you were stoned."
"You thought that's all you'd be to me? A whim?"
"Well, yeah. When have you ever shown interest in anything for more than ten seconds?"
"Me-ow! Watch out, people! That pussy's got claws."
Five smiled a bit at that, wiping his face, as Klaus finally sat across from him in the closet, shutting the door. He replied, "We all know who the pussy is here, Number Four."
"Ouch! Okay, okay! I'm sorry." Klaus said, as he put his legs over Five's and scooted closer. At least what he assumed was closer. It was pitch black in there now, since he'd shut the door. Klaus couldn't deny that being in here was starting to scare him a little, but he didn't want Five to know. Still, he couldn't help remembering that incident not too long ago at the mausoleum, and a shiver ran through him in fright. Panic was creeping up his spine, until he felt stiff. His breathing quickened to a rapid pace, as hollowed faces began appearing all around them.
"Klaus? Are you okay?" He heard his brother ask faintly, but he was hearing the whispers of the dead, growing louder and louder by the second.
He clamped his hands over his ears, "No! Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!" He yelled, and Five became very aware of what was wrong. He still hadn't forgiven his father for doing that to Klaus. How could someone be so cruel and then have the audacity to call themself their father?
"Shit, hold on, I'll get you out of here. It's going to be okay."
Five grabbed his wrist, and poof!, they were on the roof again.