In Your Place
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shadowhiveIn Your Place
Pairing: Five/Klaus Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves/Klaus Hargreeves
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Dom!Five
Notes: So I’d considered doing something for Five because of the kinkmeme and then this new prompt got posted and for some reason I got inspired so... I dunno if I’ll post this on ao3, even though there is some stuff for this pairing there. We’ll see.
from theumbrellakink meme: Five is perceptive. He knows Klaus is promiscuous and self-hating. He tests his theory. A touch here, hair stroke there. Klaus welcomes it. And so it begins.
+Dom!Five
+He makes Klaus dress slutty for him
+Five masturbating while he makes Klaus sit for him
+Klaus is desperate to be touched. Up to you if Five allows it.
No penetrative sex please. Just Klaus being submissive and Five in complete control. If you like Kliego, Klaus could be with Diego. But Diego is very gentle. Five is mean.
No one could ever accuse Five of being stupid. If anything, he was the smartest of the seven members of The Academy, even before his jump into the future. So when he saw Klaus step out of Diego’s room, his hair missed up and his skirt barely covering his hips he knew exactly what had gone on within. He jumped to his room before Klaus caught sight of him
***
Going through puberty was both a blessing and a curse. It was a curse because of his raging hormones, which meant even the slightest thing got his cock aching in his pants. The thought of what Klaus and Diego had gotten up to definitely qualified as being way more than a ‘slightest thing’ so his next few days were filled with him jerking himself off, imagining what the were doing in Diego’s room. They were both attractive, but Five found himself drawn more to Klaus, picturing how he looked on his knees, sucking cock.
That led to the blessing about going through puberty again. First time round he was in the literal apocalypse and his survival became his primary concern. He didn’t have the time to jerk himself off whenever his cock perked up. Instead he focussed on gathering supplies, making camp, trying to work out how to get out of there.
And then the Handler came and swept him into the Commission...
He shook such thoughts out of his head. They had been dealt with, the apocalypse averted, now he could focus on simple pleasures. He stroked his cock, picturing Klaus sprayed out all prettily before him as he closed his eyes.
***
Knowing about Diego and Klaus meant that he started to notice little things about them when they were together. Lingering looks, touches that were much more than simply brotherly affection or how they’d duck away from family gatherings, either together or one after the other. It drove Five crazy.
He was also a little jealous.
He wanted Klaus to look at him the way he looked at Diego, to see what he looked like naked and hard. That was where the curse of his body came in. While he was mentally almost twice as old as Klaus was, his body was the opposite. He was sure that would make things awkward if he asked Klaus about it.
So he kept quiet and watched them.
***
It wasn’t often they were alone together, so when they had family time he purposely took a seat beside his brother. Often that meant that he was on the opposite side of Klaus from Diego. Being so close to the object of his desire drove him crazy, but it allowed him to brush up against him, to stroke his arm of his hair. Occasionally their eyes meet and Five wasn’t sure what he saw there.
It was nice, even though it meant he had to subtly rearrange himself to hide his hard-on.
***
Five considered himself fearless. For The Commission he had killed a vast array of people on their behalf, sometimes facing down hordes of guards or protectors to do so. The first night he had escaped to his family he had killed a task force of some of their best single handed barely breaking a sweat.
Yet now he felt scared.
Diego was away, chasing up some lead that had come up during his nights as a vigilante and he could see that Klaus was restless. He was pacing frequently and fidgety, a bundle of nervous energy. He’d eventually gone to his room which Five stood outside of now. He cloud hear the clacking of needles from behind the door and he took a breath.
Here goes nothing.
“Klaus, can I come in?” He asked, rapping his knuckles against the door.
“Sure.” Was the mumbled reply and Five his his powers to enter his room. Klaus’ eyes widened at the sight of him. He was laying on the bed, topless and knitting... something. To Five it looked like a shapeless tangle of yarn and perhaps it was. Their eyes met as Klaus set the needles down, brushing the yarn from off his chest and making the effort to sit up. “What’s up, is everything ok?”
Five nodded, resisting the urge to fiddle with his own hands. “I want you to do something for me.”
Klaus’ lips quirked into a smile, which didn’t fully reach his eyes. “Do you need me to pretend to be your dad again?”
Five smirked, remembering their experience while trying to hunt down the source of the glass eye that had been his only clue as to what had caused the apocalypse. “No, something else.” Klaus’ eyebrow quirked up with interest and Five took a breath. “I want you to dress up for me, in your sluttiest outfit. And I want to jerk off at the sight of you.” Klaus’ eyes widened again and Five added, quickly. “You don’t have to of course, I know it might be weird for you but... fuck. I’ve thought about you for so long, I want to see you. And... it might help take your mind off things.
Klaus seemed to mull things over and Five braced himself, ready to jump and lock himself away if he got rejected. Klaus looked him up and down, before nodding, lips quirked into a slight smile. “Ok.” Klaus replied and Five let out a sigh of relief. “No fucking though.” Klaus added, making a lewd gesture by sliding his fingers into o made by his other hand. “That would be too weird, at least until your body is...” he gestured at Five and he got the point.
“That’s fine.” Five felt himself grinning at the prospect. “I’ll be in my room waiting for you.”
And then he was gone.
***
Five was in his room again, his body filled with anticipation. It was taking a lot not to just pull his dick out, stroking himself at the prospect of what was to come. He knew that would defeat the purpose though. He wanted to enjoy being with Klaus, not shoot the second he got him here.
So he waited, hoping that Klaus would come like he said he would. Eventually there was a knock on the door, followed by Klaus’ voice. “It’s me.”
“Come in and lock the door.” Five called back, shifting so he was sitting on the edge of his bed, facing the door. He gasped at the sight of Klaus as he stepped into the room, his eyes raking over him. He was wearing a purple dress, with a plummeting v neck which showed off his expanse of skin. The dress was low cut, ending an inch or two above the knee. His face was made up with a fresh ring of black eyeliner, with matching eyeshadow and purple lips. “Shit.”
Klaus smiled, pushing the door closed behind him, twisting the lock closed. “Do you like?”
“You look like a fucking slut.” Five’s lip quirked into a smirk and he gave the bulge of his cock a squeeze. “Which is to say you look perfect, good boy.”
“Thank you.” Klaus looked relieved at that, his fingers stroking down over the material of his dress. His nails were painted too, in a fresh coat of bright blue nail polish.
“You are going to do exactly as I say and you are going to call me sir. You’re not going to touch yourself without permission. Is that clear slut?” His tone was authoritative as he looked Klaus over with hungry eyes.
“Yes sir.” Klaus replied, letting out a rush of air. His eyes were wide again, clearly surprised that Five knew what he wanted. Five’s job hadn’t given him much free time, but he wasn’t the virginal schoolboy that his current body made him out to be.
“Get on your knees. Now.” Five growled out the words, his fingers tugging down his zipper. Klaus obeyed, sinking down to the floor in front of him and Five wondered if Diego had done this to him, had put him in his place like this. As hot as the thought was, he shook it out of his head to focus on the now. He pulled his cock out, watching as Klaus’ mouth started to water. “Fucking slut, drooling at the sight of my cock.”
“Yes sir.” Klaus replied, no shame at all in his voice or expression. He knew what he was and he was proud of it. Five admired that certainty. “Your cock looks so good sir.”
Five smirked, pushing his pants down to his knees before starting to stroke himself. He knew he wasn’t the biggest and his dick felt smaller since he’d gone back in time, his fist almost enveloping his length as he jerked off. That didn’t matter, not when Klaus was looking at him like that. “Maybe if you’re a good boy I’ll let you suck it next time.”
Klaus hissed in a breath, nodding slightly. “Yes sir.” He swallowed and Five was tempted to grab ahold of his hair and pull him down onto his cock right now. “What would you like me to do sir?” Klaus asked, his fingers flexing at his sides, like he was desperate for something to do with them.
Five licked his lips, a thousand perverted thoughts filling his mind. Oh he wanted to do so much to Klaus, things even his slutty little brother had never experienced. For now he settled on something simple. “Lick your lips for me, show me how much you want it.”
Klaus nodded, lips parting wide as he made a show of running his tongue along them. “Fuck, just look at you. You’re such a dirty fucking slut, desperate for cock.” Klaus nodded with a low groan, drooling escaping his mouth and running down his chin. He looked so fucking debauched. “You’d take anyone’s cock wouldn’t you? Getting down on your knees like this and begging for it.” He twisted his fist on his cock, letting out a moan of his own. “Beg whore.”
“Please sir, I want your cock. Want to taste you, want you to cum over me or down my throat. Whatever you want, please.” The words flowed from Klaus’ lips, his eyes needy and desperate.
Five shifted his foot, pressing it against Klaus’ dress and he could feel him, feel his matching erection beneath him. “Yeah, you want my cock so fucking much. I can feel how hard and desperate you are you cheap slut. You’re just watching me jerk off and you’re hard as a rock.”
“Yes sir.” Klaus replied, his cheeks slightly flushed as their eyes met. “So hard for you.”
Five couldn’t help the surge of pride that he felt at those words and he was sure he could cum right that that second. He shifted his foot away, stilling his hand. “Show me.”
Klaus grasped the sides of his dress, pulling it up enough to reveal his crotch. His cock was hard and aching, trapped under soft lace of a pair of panties. It was the hottest thing Five had ever seen in his life. “Holy shit, you are such a fucking slut.” Five couldn’t stop himself, his fist resumed its movement and he knew he’d have this image in the his head for the rest of his life. “Touch yourself now. I want to see.”
“Yes sir.” Klaus replied, slipping his underwear down, taking himself in hand and stroking himself firmly.
“Yeah look at you, you love when someone puts your place, tells you what to do.” Klaus groaned at his words, nodding. “You need it don’t you? Need someone to order you around, to tell you when you can touch yourself.” Klaus moaned, nodding in wild abandon, his hand a blur on his cock. Five felt such a rush, the power of having his brother like this was intense. “Close your eyes, I’m going to cum over your face.” Klaus’ eyes lidded and he leaned his head in closer to him, not close enough so his lips would touch his cock but enough so he could feel his breath against his tip. It was that which tipped him and Five growled as he came hard across Klaus’ face in the most intense orgasms he could remember.
He took a few deep breaths to calm down, his body trembling slightly as he looked back at Klaus, Sure he had seen stars. Klaus looked even more debauched now, his face smeared with the white of cum, his cum, Five thought smuggly. He managed to tear his eyes away from his face, looking down at how he was desperately fisting his cock. “Cum for me now, you’ve been such a good slut.” Five’s voice was more breathless now, less controlled but he still wanted him to get off too. “You should see yourself, you look so beautiful.”
Klaus’ body trembled and his hips thrust up, letting out a groan that was like music as he came over his dress, staining the fabric. It was beautiful, another image to file away for later. “Thank you sir.” He whispered a few moments later, voice shaky. “I needed that.”
“I’m glad.” Five smirked, then added in a soft voice. “So did I. Thank you.”
Klaus smiled, bringing his hands up from under his dress and running them through the mess on his face.
Five’s eyes widened as he sucked the mixture of their fluids off his fingers, his eyelashes fluttering as their eyes met again.
“Such a slut.” Five grinned, sure he’d be hard if he’d not just came. He was sure Klaus was someone’s porno fantasy made flesh and he loved him for it. He ran his fingers through his hair, leaning down and kissing him with a gentleness that surprised even him. He hoped this wouldn’t be the last time that they did this, but even if he was, he had enough images to last him for months. “Now go on, get yourself cleaned up.” He wished he could keep him stained like that all day but alas.
“Thank you sir.” He watched Klaus rise to his feet, brushing the dress back down before he went to the door, leaving Five alone but content.
Pairing: Five/Klaus Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves/Klaus Hargreeves
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Dom!Five
Notes: So I’d considered doing something for Five because of the kinkmeme and then this new prompt got posted and for some reason I got inspired so... I dunno if I’ll post this on ao3, even though there is some stuff for this pairing there. We’ll see.
from the
umbrellakink meme: Five is perceptive. He knows Klaus is promiscuous and self-hating. He tests his theory. A touch here, hair stroke there. Klaus welcomes it. And so it begins. +Dom!Five
+He makes Klaus dress slutty for him
+Five masturbating while he makes Klaus sit for him
+Klaus is desperate to be touched. Up to you if Five allows it.
No penetrative sex please. Just Klaus being submissive and Five in complete control. If you like Kliego, Klaus could be with Diego. But Diego is very gentle. Five is mean.
No one could ever accuse Five of being stupid. If anything, he was the smartest of the seven members of The Academy, even before his jump into the future. So when he saw Klaus step out of Diego’s room, his hair missed up and his skirt barely covering his hips he knew exactly what had gone on within. He jumped to his room before Klaus caught sight of him
***
Going through puberty was both a blessing and a curse. It was a curse because of his raging hormones, which meant even the slightest thing got his cock aching in his pants. The thought of what Klaus and Diego had gotten up to definitely qualified as being way more than a ‘slightest thing’ so his next few days were filled with him jerking himself off, imagining what the were doing in Diego’s room. They were both attractive, but Five found himself drawn more to Klaus, picturing how he looked on his knees, sucking cock.
That led to the blessing about going through puberty again. First time round he was in the literal apocalypse and his survival became his primary concern. He didn’t have the time to jerk himself off whenever his cock perked up. Instead he focussed on gathering supplies, making camp, trying to work out how to get out of there.
And then the Handler came and swept him into the Commission...
He shook such thoughts out of his head. They had been dealt with, the apocalypse averted, now he could focus on simple pleasures. He stroked his cock, picturing Klaus sprayed out all prettily before him as he closed his eyes.
***
Knowing about Diego and Klaus meant that he started to notice little things about them when they were together. Lingering looks, touches that were much more than simply brotherly affection or how they’d duck away from family gatherings, either together or one after the other. It drove Five crazy.
He was also a little jealous.
He wanted Klaus to look at him the way he looked at Diego, to see what he looked like naked and hard. That was where the curse of his body came in. While he was mentally almost twice as old as Klaus was, his body was the opposite. He was sure that would make things awkward if he asked Klaus about it.
So he kept quiet and watched them.
***
It wasn’t often they were alone together, so when they had family time he purposely took a seat beside his brother. Often that meant that he was on the opposite side of Klaus from Diego. Being so close to the object of his desire drove him crazy, but it allowed him to brush up against him, to stroke his arm of his hair. Occasionally their eyes meet and Five wasn’t sure what he saw there.
It was nice, even though it meant he had to subtly rearrange himself to hide his hard-on.
***
Five considered himself fearless. For The Commission he had killed a vast array of people on their behalf, sometimes facing down hordes of guards or protectors to do so. The first night he had escaped to his family he had killed a task force of some of their best single handed barely breaking a sweat.
Yet now he felt scared.
Diego was away, chasing up some lead that had come up during his nights as a vigilante and he could see that Klaus was restless. He was pacing frequently and fidgety, a bundle of nervous energy. He’d eventually gone to his room which Five stood outside of now. He cloud hear the clacking of needles from behind the door and he took a breath.
Here goes nothing.
“Klaus, can I come in?” He asked, rapping his knuckles against the door.
“Sure.” Was the mumbled reply and Five his his powers to enter his room. Klaus’ eyes widened at the sight of him. He was laying on the bed, topless and knitting... something. To Five it looked like a shapeless tangle of yarn and perhaps it was. Their eyes met as Klaus set the needles down, brushing the yarn from off his chest and making the effort to sit up. “What’s up, is everything ok?”
Five nodded, resisting the urge to fiddle with his own hands. “I want you to do something for me.”
Klaus’ lips quirked into a smile, which didn’t fully reach his eyes. “Do you need me to pretend to be your dad again?”
Five smirked, remembering their experience while trying to hunt down the source of the glass eye that had been his only clue as to what had caused the apocalypse. “No, something else.” Klaus’ eyebrow quirked up with interest and Five took a breath. “I want you to dress up for me, in your sluttiest outfit. And I want to jerk off at the sight of you.” Klaus’ eyes widened again and Five added, quickly. “You don’t have to of course, I know it might be weird for you but... fuck. I’ve thought about you for so long, I want to see you. And... it might help take your mind off things.
Klaus seemed to mull things over and Five braced himself, ready to jump and lock himself away if he got rejected. Klaus looked him up and down, before nodding, lips quirked into a slight smile. “Ok.” Klaus replied and Five let out a sigh of relief. “No fucking though.” Klaus added, making a lewd gesture by sliding his fingers into o made by his other hand. “That would be too weird, at least until your body is...” he gestured at Five and he got the point.
“That’s fine.” Five felt himself grinning at the prospect. “I’ll be in my room waiting for you.”
And then he was gone.
***
Five was in his room again, his body filled with anticipation. It was taking a lot not to just pull his dick out, stroking himself at the prospect of what was to come. He knew that would defeat the purpose though. He wanted to enjoy being with Klaus, not shoot the second he got him here.
So he waited, hoping that Klaus would come like he said he would. Eventually there was a knock on the door, followed by Klaus’ voice. “It’s me.”
“Come in and lock the door.” Five called back, shifting so he was sitting on the edge of his bed, facing the door. He gasped at the sight of Klaus as he stepped into the room, his eyes raking over him. He was wearing a purple dress, with a plummeting v neck which showed off his expanse of skin. The dress was low cut, ending an inch or two above the knee. His face was made up with a fresh ring of black eyeliner, with matching eyeshadow and purple lips. “Shit.”
Klaus smiled, pushing the door closed behind him, twisting the lock closed. “Do you like?”
“You look like a fucking slut.” Five’s lip quirked into a smirk and he gave the bulge of his cock a squeeze. “Which is to say you look perfect, good boy.”
“Thank you.” Klaus looked relieved at that, his fingers stroking down over the material of his dress. His nails were painted too, in a fresh coat of bright blue nail polish.
“You are going to do exactly as I say and you are going to call me sir. You’re not going to touch yourself without permission. Is that clear slut?” His tone was authoritative as he looked Klaus over with hungry eyes.
“Yes sir.” Klaus replied, letting out a rush of air. His eyes were wide again, clearly surprised that Five knew what he wanted. Five’s job hadn’t given him much free time, but he wasn’t the virginal schoolboy that his current body made him out to be.
“Get on your knees. Now.” Five growled out the words, his fingers tugging down his zipper. Klaus obeyed, sinking down to the floor in front of him and Five wondered if Diego had done this to him, had put him in his place like this. As hot as the thought was, he shook it out of his head to focus on the now. He pulled his cock out, watching as Klaus’ mouth started to water. “Fucking slut, drooling at the sight of my cock.”
“Yes sir.” Klaus replied, no shame at all in his voice or expression. He knew what he was and he was proud of it. Five admired that certainty. “Your cock looks so good sir.”
Five smirked, pushing his pants down to his knees before starting to stroke himself. He knew he wasn’t the biggest and his dick felt smaller since he’d gone back in time, his fist almost enveloping his length as he jerked off. That didn’t matter, not when Klaus was looking at him like that. “Maybe if you’re a good boy I’ll let you suck it next time.”
Klaus hissed in a breath, nodding slightly. “Yes sir.” He swallowed and Five was tempted to grab ahold of his hair and pull him down onto his cock right now. “What would you like me to do sir?” Klaus asked, his fingers flexing at his sides, like he was desperate for something to do with them.
Five licked his lips, a thousand perverted thoughts filling his mind. Oh he wanted to do so much to Klaus, things even his slutty little brother had never experienced. For now he settled on something simple. “Lick your lips for me, show me how much you want it.”
Klaus nodded, lips parting wide as he made a show of running his tongue along them. “Fuck, just look at you. You’re such a dirty fucking slut, desperate for cock.” Klaus nodded with a low groan, drooling escaping his mouth and running down his chin. He looked so fucking debauched. “You’d take anyone’s cock wouldn’t you? Getting down on your knees like this and begging for it.” He twisted his fist on his cock, letting out a moan of his own. “Beg whore.”
“Please sir, I want your cock. Want to taste you, want you to cum over me or down my throat. Whatever you want, please.” The words flowed from Klaus’ lips, his eyes needy and desperate.
Five shifted his foot, pressing it against Klaus’ dress and he could feel him, feel his matching erection beneath him. “Yeah, you want my cock so fucking much. I can feel how hard and desperate you are you cheap slut. You’re just watching me jerk off and you’re hard as a rock.”
“Yes sir.” Klaus replied, his cheeks slightly flushed as their eyes met. “So hard for you.”
Five couldn’t help the surge of pride that he felt at those words and he was sure he could cum right that that second. He shifted his foot away, stilling his hand. “Show me.”
Klaus grasped the sides of his dress, pulling it up enough to reveal his crotch. His cock was hard and aching, trapped under soft lace of a pair of panties. It was the hottest thing Five had ever seen in his life. “Holy shit, you are such a fucking slut.” Five couldn’t stop himself, his fist resumed its movement and he knew he’d have this image in the his head for the rest of his life. “Touch yourself now. I want to see.”
“Yes sir.” Klaus replied, slipping his underwear down, taking himself in hand and stroking himself firmly.
“Yeah look at you, you love when someone puts your place, tells you what to do.” Klaus groaned at his words, nodding. “You need it don’t you? Need someone to order you around, to tell you when you can touch yourself.” Klaus moaned, nodding in wild abandon, his hand a blur on his cock. Five felt such a rush, the power of having his brother like this was intense. “Close your eyes, I’m going to cum over your face.” Klaus’ eyes lidded and he leaned his head in closer to him, not close enough so his lips would touch his cock but enough so he could feel his breath against his tip. It was that which tipped him and Five growled as he came hard across Klaus’ face in the most intense orgasms he could remember.
He took a few deep breaths to calm down, his body trembling slightly as he looked back at Klaus, Sure he had seen stars. Klaus looked even more debauched now, his face smeared with the white of cum, his cum, Five thought smuggly. He managed to tear his eyes away from his face, looking down at how he was desperately fisting his cock. “Cum for me now, you’ve been such a good slut.” Five’s voice was more breathless now, less controlled but he still wanted him to get off too. “You should see yourself, you look so beautiful.”
Klaus’ body trembled and his hips thrust up, letting out a groan that was like music as he came over his dress, staining the fabric. It was beautiful, another image to file away for later. “Thank you sir.” He whispered a few moments later, voice shaky. “I needed that.”
“I’m glad.” Five smirked, then added in a soft voice. “So did I. Thank you.”
Klaus smiled, bringing his hands up from under his dress and running them through the mess on his face.
Five’s eyes widened as he sucked the mixture of their fluids off his fingers, his eyelashes fluttering as their eyes met again.
“Such a slut.” Five grinned, sure he’d be hard if he’d not just came. He was sure Klaus was someone’s porno fantasy made flesh and he loved him for it. He ran his fingers through his hair, leaning down and kissing him with a gentleness that surprised even him. He hoped this wouldn’t be the last time that they did this, but even if he was, he had enough images to last him for months. “Now go on, get yourself cleaned up.” He wished he could keep him stained like that all day but alas.
“Thank you sir.” He watched Klaus rise to his feet, brushing the dress back down before he went to the door, leaving Five alone but content.
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Date: 2019-03-07 04:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-03-07 05:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-03-09 06:12 pm (UTC)I think you showed that nicely, how he could dom Klaus, but Klaus had to add no actual penetrative sex as it would be weird, and yeah, it kind of would. However, I had to laugh at him being willing once Five grew a little.
So yeah, I can see this dynamic.
Excellent detail about Klaus knitting again, and the fact he's not actually good at it.
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Date: 2019-03-09 06:17 pm (UTC)Thank you! Yeah, I added that mostly because of the prompt but I think Klaus would think it was weird too. And of course!
I love the dynamic between them so much, I’m glad others went with it
Oh yeah, I included it in my Diego/Klaus fics but in this I figured he did it to try and be less nervous about Diego, this resulting in him not doing a specific thing (I need an icon of him knitting.l. And a. Dozen others)
Thanks so much!