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terriblymisguided) wrote2022-06-27 02:02 pm
terriblymisguided) wrote2022-06-27 02:02 pm
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death is but the next great adventure
Klaus has a funny relationship with death. Mostly, he's a little surprised that after a childhood spent being a rather worthless superhero, followed by over a decade of addiction and one stupid decision after another, death hasn't come for him yet. It's sort of a miracle that he's even stayed alive this long, given the circumstances .
There have been close calls, of course. Perhaps none closer than that night with Luther where he struck his head against a cement floor and went to wherever that was where he spoke with that bitchy child and his bitchier father.
It had even gotten to the point where Klaus thought that maybe he'd end up cheating death entirely, but it seems that he was wrong about that. Death will come for him. He thinks maybe it's coming for him now.
Death is at the front of his mind, but that isn't surprising. What else is there to think about when you're bleeding out on the sidewalk?
It all happens very fast.
Klaus is walking along the street, sipping iced coffee and gesticulating wildly as he recounts an embellished story about a drag king he'd befriended in Amsterdam, when suddenly there's a wild cacophony of sound. A peaceful afternoon is disrupted when a car runs a red light and crashes into the side of another car, sending it spinning wildly into the front of a bakery just a few yards from where they're standing.
Glass and metal explode outward and litter the ground, which startles Klaus enough that he drops his iced coffee. The plastic breaks as it hits the pavement and the coffee spills, sending the liquid outward to follow the patterns of cracks and grooves in the sidewalk.
"That was a close one, huh?" Klaus says to the person next to him, but his voice sounds strange. His throat tickles and when he tries to clear it, the taste of copper fills his mouth and he coughs a little in surprise, blinking as blood trickles out from the corner of his mouth.
He hears a scream and coughs again, starting to shake as he tips his head down to look at his chest. There's so much blood there suddenly, pumping out of a hole in his chest and staining the thin pink tee that he's wearing. It spreads outwards like the coffee on the ground, growing and taking over whatever dry space it can reach.
Klaus reaches up to touch his trembling fingers to the edge of the jagged wound, coughing again as he slowly turns to look behind him. There's a piece of metal on the ground, rebar shrapnel, and it too is covered in crimson red. “Fuck.”
It's only once he realizes what's happened that it starts to hurt, and he feels like a child that's fallen down but doesn't start to cry until he spots the blood on his knee. It hurts so bad that Klaus can't breathe, or maybe that's because his lungs are filling up with blood.
He gives the person next to him a panicked look and then stumbles backwards, collapsing back onto the pavement and staring up at the sky. There's blood in his throat, pooling in his mouth until he chokes, and a part of him wants to laugh.
All those dangerous missions, all those years ruining himself with drugs. Multiple apocalypses. Frontline combat in Vietnam. All of that and this is how he's going to go-- random happenstance. A horrible accident. It'd be hilarious if it wasn't so fucking depressing.
"I'm sorry," he chokes out to the person kneeling at his side, because he loves them and he doesn't want them to have to deal with this. He doesn't want to leave them, but everything is getting dark and cold and he's being called away to somewhere else.
Death is pulling him away, sick of being cheated out of the chance to reap Klaus Hargreeves, and this time, he can't seem to fight it.
This time, he has to go, even though it's the most that he's ever wanted to stay.
There have been close calls, of course. Perhaps none closer than that night with Luther where he struck his head against a cement floor and went to wherever that was where he spoke with that bitchy child and his bitchier father.
It had even gotten to the point where Klaus thought that maybe he'd end up cheating death entirely, but it seems that he was wrong about that. Death will come for him. He thinks maybe it's coming for him now.
Death is at the front of his mind, but that isn't surprising. What else is there to think about when you're bleeding out on the sidewalk?
It all happens very fast.
Klaus is walking along the street, sipping iced coffee and gesticulating wildly as he recounts an embellished story about a drag king he'd befriended in Amsterdam, when suddenly there's a wild cacophony of sound. A peaceful afternoon is disrupted when a car runs a red light and crashes into the side of another car, sending it spinning wildly into the front of a bakery just a few yards from where they're standing.
Glass and metal explode outward and litter the ground, which startles Klaus enough that he drops his iced coffee. The plastic breaks as it hits the pavement and the coffee spills, sending the liquid outward to follow the patterns of cracks and grooves in the sidewalk.
"That was a close one, huh?" Klaus says to the person next to him, but his voice sounds strange. His throat tickles and when he tries to clear it, the taste of copper fills his mouth and he coughs a little in surprise, blinking as blood trickles out from the corner of his mouth.
He hears a scream and coughs again, starting to shake as he tips his head down to look at his chest. There's so much blood there suddenly, pumping out of a hole in his chest and staining the thin pink tee that he's wearing. It spreads outwards like the coffee on the ground, growing and taking over whatever dry space it can reach.
Klaus reaches up to touch his trembling fingers to the edge of the jagged wound, coughing again as he slowly turns to look behind him. There's a piece of metal on the ground, rebar shrapnel, and it too is covered in crimson red. “Fuck.”
It's only once he realizes what's happened that it starts to hurt, and he feels like a child that's fallen down but doesn't start to cry until he spots the blood on his knee. It hurts so bad that Klaus can't breathe, or maybe that's because his lungs are filling up with blood.
He gives the person next to him a panicked look and then stumbles backwards, collapsing back onto the pavement and staring up at the sky. There's blood in his throat, pooling in his mouth until he chokes, and a part of him wants to laugh.
All those dangerous missions, all those years ruining himself with drugs. Multiple apocalypses. Frontline combat in Vietnam. All of that and this is how he's going to go-- random happenstance. A horrible accident. It'd be hilarious if it wasn't so fucking depressing.
"I'm sorry," he chokes out to the person kneeling at his side, because he loves them and he doesn't want them to have to deal with this. He doesn't want to leave them, but everything is getting dark and cold and he's being called away to somewhere else.
Death is pulling him away, sick of being cheated out of the chance to reap Klaus Hargreeves, and this time, he can't seem to fight it.
This time, he has to go, even though it's the most that he's ever wanted to stay.
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This isn’t the same sort of encounter they often have, where they’re already both aching even before they touch one another. It’s slower and it isn’t until Klaus’s hand wraps around his cock that Obi-Wan can feel himself beginning to get hard. He exhales, his breath shaking a little, then kisses Klaus again, slow and deep. His tongue slips into Klaus’s mouth, licking into him, breathing him in.
“How are you feeling?” he asks in a hushed voice. “Are you ready?”
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He rises up on his knees and lets Obi-Wan position his cock, pressing it into him as Klaus sinks down with a low, stuttering moan. It's so dark in the room, only moonlight filtering in through the curtains, but for this Klaus doesn't need to see. He can feel everything-- Obi-Wan's cock inside of him, warm breath against his cheek, strong arms wrapped around him. He can feel the love that Obi-Wan has for him, and the desperate gratitude that Klaus is still here, living and breathing.
"Obi-Wan," he breathes out quietly, thighs trembling as he rocks himself on Obi-Wan's cock, barely pulling himself up at all. Before long, all he can think about his how good Obi-Wan feels, and how lucky he is. Even in the darkness of this room, Obi-Wan is a light that chases away the shadows, keeps him safe and warm. "This is perfect."
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He wraps his arms around Klaus, holding him close, their movements slow and deep, motions that come from knowing one another so well. Klaus’s body is warm around his cock, tight and perfect, every movement of his thighs making Obi-Wan shudder with pleasure.
“It is,” he agrees, breathless, whispering. He finds Klaus’s mouth in the dark, kissing him slowly and deeply as they rock together. It’s a reminder for them both that he’s alive, he’s here in Obi-Wan’s arms, alive and whole.
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His breath hitches, thighs burning as he leans back, pulling Obi-Wan with him until Klaus is on his back and Obi-Wan is on top of him, nestled between his spread thighs. One hand goes around the back of Obi-Wan's neck and the other around his own cock, stroking a whimper out of him.
"I'm close," he murmurs, wrapping one leg loosely around Obi-Wan's thighs and pulling him closer. "Obi-Wan, please."
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He lets Klaus control the speed of the strokes, but keeps his hand over his, following along as he continues to thrust into him. It feels so good, as it always does, but Obi-Wan is focused solely on Klaus and his pleasure. He's focused on bringing Klaus back to this moment, to these things they share, to how they feel together.
Because they're together. Utterly. And Obi-Wan doesn't want him to forget that.
"I have you, my love," he whispers, pressing a kiss to Klaus's mouth. "I'll catch you."
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The rush of pleasure seems to clear his mind and help him feel grounded, and maybe he's a little broken for that, he doesn't know. But it helps, and Obi-Wan understands and gives him what he needs, and Klaus is just so happy to be here, so happy to be understood.
"Your turn," he pants out against Obi-Wan's cheek, continuing to rock back against him, urging him on. "Come inside of me. I want to know that you're there tomorrow."
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Obi-Wan shudders, gasping Klaus’s name, his orgasm spilling out of him, coming inside of Klaus with a moan. As ever, with Klaus, he feels centred, grounded to this moment and all their shared experiences. He feels loved beyond all measure and he feels a great sense of fulfillment. Being with Klaus has never felt like anything else.
For a long time, Obi-Wan continues to rock into Klaus gently, barely moving at all, just enough to remind them both they’re here, together.