Perverting the Courts of Justice Act Two

[missmistry]

Title: Perverting the Courts of Justice
Rating: Mature (for sex and swearing. All the good stuff!)
Pairing: THAT WOULD BE TELLING... But still, Kristoph/Apollo, Apollo/Phoenix, Apollo/Klavier.
Chapters: Act One
First Intermission
Act Two

"Gavin, please say something!" Apollo found himself begging.
"So, you'll go on a date with me, ja?"
"Yes..."
"Did I describe my... vocational conditions?"
"That you're apparently in the closet?" he sighed.
"Ja, that one."
"Yes. Well... How about we go see a movie?" he suggested, "It'll be dark."
"Ja... I'd like that!" he replied cheerfully, "I'll pick you up around six? From the Wright agency?"
"Yeah, sure. Can't wait!" he smiled, a blush creeping over his face.
"See you then. Auf wedersehn, baby!"
They hung up at about the same time.
'What the heck just happened?' he thought, crossing the room to pick up his book in the fact that it would make sense, unlike everything else going on.

"You look nice, Polly!" Trucy smiled, watching Apollo pace the room frantically.
"You sure?" he muttered, fiddling desperately with his clothes.
"Yeah, though I think you're burning holes in the soles of your shoes," she yawned.
"What?!?!" he screeched, lifting his foot to check.
"Polly, you're getting pretty antsy for someone who was opposed to this date."
"Antsy?"
"Yeah, ants in your pants... Metaphorically! Would you like to borrow my magic panties?"
"No Trucy, I would not like to borrow your magic panties."
"Have you ever heard o the trick 'Dick in a box'?" she suggested.
"Trucy... for god's sake, go away!" he barked, "He'll be here soon..."
"Im just trying to calm you down, Polly!" she pouted.
"I don't need to be calmed down!" he argued, flailing his arms.
There came a knock on the door and Apollo practically fainted.
"Polly!" she sighed, skipping over to answer the door, "Hey there, Prosecutor Gavin! I'm gonna be Polly's chaperone for the evening!"
Apollo pushed her away. "No, she's not. She's staying here."
"Hey there, Fräulein Trucy!" Klavier smiled, leaning confidently against the door frame.
"H-h-hey... uh... Hi, Klavier. How are you?" Apollo replied, trying to sound as macho as possible, despite stumbling over his words.
"I am fabulous, Herr Forehead!" he purred. Apollo was quickly reminded why he was initially reluctant about this.
"Shall we go then?" he sighed.
"Ja... see you later, Trucy, meine leibe!"
"Don't be too hard on Polly, I think he's a virgin!" she whispered.
"Bye Trucy!" Apollo shouted, slamming the door behind him and Klavier.

"Achtung baby! Gotta put this on!" Klavier announced, holding out a crash helmet.
"Why...?" he muttered, taking it reluctantly.
"We're going on my hog!"
"Is it safe for two people?" he frowned.
"Of course it's safe!" he laughed, "I mean, you even have a helmet to wear!"
"I look stupid," Apollo muttered as he strapped it on.
"I think you look damn cute!" Klavier purred, planting a kiss on his cheek.
"I don't want to look cute..."
"Oh Forehead! Sit behind me and make sure you hold onto my waist."
"Excuse me?!?!"
"Do you want to fall off?" he sneered.
"No..." he growled.
"Good. Hold on tight then!"
With an air of reluctance, Apollo did as he was instructed. As he buried his face into Klavier's back, he just hoped the other man couldn't feel him smiling.

Apollo couldn't help but feel disappointed when he saw that their destination was in sight. Clinging to the rock star's torso had been a particularly pleasant experience and he didn't really want it to end.
"Here we are!" Klavier smiled, stopping the bike.
"Good, I was starting to feel queasy anyway," Apollo shrugged, trying to be cool. Only afterwards did he realise that travel sickness was in no way cool.
"Do you need to sit down? Or a drink?" he asked, helping him off the bike and stroking his hair.
"I'm fine," he sighed, batting the hand away.
"Okay Forehead," he smiled, "Well, what film do you want to see?"
Apollo thought carefully about this. Stupid as it seemed, the choice of film would impact on everything. From what he could tell, "The Unnerving" was some kind of psycho-thriller. Potential for the infamous "I'm so scared, hold me!" move.
"The Blossom Tree" was one of those soppy romance films where one of the lovers is dying. Too obvious for a date film.
"That's What She Said" was a romantic comedy specialising in stupid innuendoes. Therefore probably right up Klavier street.
Then lastly, "Swinging Samurai II". A sequel to some daft kids film.

"Swinging Samurai II?" he shrugged.
"Ja, sure!" Klavier laughed, security chaining his bike down. "I didn't know you were into samurai flicks!"
"Yeeeaah..." he sighed, "Mr Wright's always getting sent them from an old friend so..." He didn't actually like them but it did seem the safest bet.
"Two tickets for Swinging Samurai, beautiful Fräulein!" Klavier requested from the girl in the ticket box, kissing her hand.
"Y-y-y-yessir!" she blushed, printing off the tickets, "That'd be seven dollars, sir!"
"Here you are, sweet madchen!" he said, giving her the money with a wink and an air kiss.
She practically fainted as they walked past.

"Klavier, were you just flirting?" Apollo frowned.
"Huh?" Klavier responded, sounding shocked.
Apollo found himself pouting.
"I am sorry, Forehead. You said yourself that I am... Ach, what was it? 'The biggest faggot you know'?"
"Yeah... but that?"
"It's just a publicity thing, Forehead. Bit early to be jealous, ja?"
"I'm not jealous," he huffed, "I was just wondering."

They sat down in the back row with a large tub of popcorn.
"I am glad you suggested this, Forehead!" Klavier smiled through the darkness.
"Yeah," Apollo replied flatly, popping pieces of popcorn in his mouth.
"And I'm so glad you agreed to a date!"
*CRUNCH*
"I didn't think you'd want to."
*CRUNCH*
"And as drunk as I was last night, I meant it if I said that I really like you."
*CRUNCH*
"Apollo, do you want to say anything?"
*CRUNCH*
"You're acting like the Fräulein Detective who hates me..."
Apollo finally responded by playfully flinging a piece of popcorn at him.
"Shut up and watch the film for a minute!"
"It's just the adverts, Forehead!" Klavier laughed.
"The trailers are usually more interesting than the film itself! I'd always thought about going to the theatre and just walking out after the trailers!"
"No time like the present, ja?"
"Sure Gavin, but then that'd be the end of the date."
"Hush, I'm looking forward to this movie," he sighed, grinning mischievously.

Some time during the film, Apollo noticed Klavier's hand lying on their shared arm rest. He had such attractive hands, long nimble fingers and calloused finger tips from years of playing guitar. They looked strangely soft... And those garish rings he wore were captivating. He pondered their significance while trying to get over how garish they were. They were fascinating.
As Klavier adjusted his sitting position, his hand brushed against Apollo's arm. The smaller man could feel his own face growing warm and red. That hand lingered so close... He was certain that Klavier had done it on purpose.
'I'll teach him a lesson in teasing!' Apollo thought. And with that, he took hold of that hand and pulled him close for an intense open mouthed kiss.
"Forehead..." Klavier panted as their lips parted.
"Shush, I'm watching the film!" he smirked, blushing and still holding his date's hand.
"Ja, because it truly is intellectually stimulating!"
"For all you know, this film could have some truly awe-inspiring political and spiritual undertones!"
"Oh ja, I am totally seeing the samurai's nemesis as a representation of communism. And the talking cat? Buddhism!"
"Yeah, Klavier! All I'm seeing is a glimmerous fop!"

They left the theatre, huddling close together. They were desperate to hold each other, but even in the settling blanket of darkness, Klavier wasn't comfortable being seen in such a position.
"I had a really nice time," Apollo whispered.
"Fantastiche!" he smiled, absent-mindedly leaning closer.
"Well, I guess I'll see you around," he sighed with a light wave.
"Don't be silly, Forehead!" he laughed, "I took you here, I'm taking you home!"
Apollo sniggered.
"Nein, I mean... Ach, just get on my ride!"
"Is that an innuendo?" he smirked.

"I do want another date with you, Apollo," Klavier smiled, helping his date get down from the large motorcycle.
"Good, so do I," he replied, "Hey, how'd you like to come up for coffee?"
"I... um... ja!" he replied, starting to blush and stammer.
"C'mon!" he smiled, taking him by the hand and leading him upstairs to his apartment.

Klavier looked around in awe.
"I was expecting your pad to be..." he started, "Actually, I don't know what I was expecting, Herr Forehead."
Apollo's apartment was quite small but pleasantly decorated and immaculately clean.
"If you leave your shoes in the hallway, you can make yourself at home on the couch over there," he instructed, "I'll just... um... yeah, I'll get us some coffees!"

Apollo shuffled into the small kitchen. As he filled the kettle with water and set it to boil, he became aware of a nervous clenching feeling in his stomach... It was that same anxious feeling he'd felt with... him.
A bead of sweat dripped down his famed forehead. What if it was a sign? What if things were going to go the same way as they had with Kristoph. Kristoph and Klavier were brothers after all. What if Klavier was using him as a toy just like Kristoph had?
As the kettle hissed, it finally occurred to Apollo that Klavier wasn't the one doing all the initiating tonight. In fact, it was Apollo himself who had invited him in for coffee, the most notorious line in the history of seduction. What had he been thinking?
With a sigh, he finished preparing the instant coffee and brought it out into the living room.

Klavier was sat, legs open wide, studying a magazine.
"Here you are," Apollo tried to smile as he placed the coffee on a little side table.
"Ah, Forehead!" he exclaimed. He put the magazine down and budged up so that Apollo could sit next to him. "Had no idea you were interested in cooking!"
"Cooking?" He glanced down at the magazine. "Oh yeah, living on my own, I thought it'd be a good idea to learn as much as I can!" he explained, sitting down.
"I admire that, Forehead," he grinned, moving in close. A lot more confident now they were in a private setting, he leant in to kiss him. This time, his kiss was a lot more hungry than his previous restrained ones. He allowed his trembling hands to wander around Apollo's back and shoulders.
"Kla-Klavier..." he panted into his mouth.
"Forhead..."
"Stop calling me tha-a-a-at!" he squeaked as Klavier moved to gently graze his neck with his lips.
"Ja... Okay..." he whispered, running his tongue along Apollo's tender skin, "Apollo..."
Apollo moaned and dragged a hand through Klavier's pristine hair, feeling a mixture of glee and guilt at messing up perfection.
Klavier obviously didn't mind as he pulled up to return his mouth's attention to Apollo's. Apollo let his hands follow the flow of Klavier's hair, caressing down his chest. Klavier responded by letting his tongue slip into the other man's mouth.
They exchanged delighted moans as they explored each other.
This expedition led Apollo's hand down to Klavier's leather-clad crotch.
The blonde immediately pulled away... Much like Apollo had during his first romantic rendezvous with Kristoph.
"I... I... I, god, Klavi... I'm really sorry!" he panted desperately.
"Don't worry, Polly. I was just surprised is all," he smiled, "I didn't think you had it in you to make a move like that!"
"I..." he gasped.
"Shhhhshhshhh..." he hushed, grinning, his electric blue eyes gazing at him in a way that was positively feline. He leant in to continue the kiss, took Apollo's hand and returned it to it's former position.
Trembling slightly as their kiss intensified, he placed his own hand in Apollo's lap and nervously fiddled with the top button. Apollo practically purred and responded by slipping his hand down Klavier's tight pants and (skimpy silk) underwear. He could feel the blonde's breath hitch in his mouth as he gently stroked him. Klavier was still fiddling with the top button.

Apollo inadvertently found himself comparing Klavier with his brother again. For starters, he was so gentle and responsive. A cartoonish Kristoph entered his mind, molested a cartoon of himself, ordered a blowjob, perhaps hissed a little then left.
"A-a-are you... o... o-okay, Forehead?" Klavier asked, interrupting this mental puppet pornography. He'd apparently noticed his partner slow down.
Apollo nodded and started kissing Klavier's neck and collarbone as he continued stroking his length.
That was his second comparison, although he'd avoid telling Klavier.
Scientifically speaking, his penis was much smaller than Kristoph's and even smaller than his own which gave his ego a pleasant stroke.
At this point, Klavier had finally worked the button and tenderly dove his hands into his boxer shorts. One hand held delicately onto a hip and the other onto what Apollo had just been pondering.
He stroked with such tenderness that Apollo was surprised. Klavier always seemed so bold and extravagant that he'd subconsciously expected him to be the same in this situation.
He was so gentle and attentive... and Apollo was surprised by how turned on he was getting by it.
"F-Forehead..." Klavier panted.
"Apollo..." he corrected in a grunt, stroking a little harder.
"A-ah! Apollo!" he continued, "Will you... Will... You..."
Apollo expected this sentence to end in "suck me off" so he started trailing kisses down his collarbone to his slightly exposed chest.
"Will you... be my boyfriend?"
Apollo froze.
"Nngh..." as the closest to a reply that he felt competent to muster.
"Apollo?"
"No..."
Klavier sprang away and frowned.
"No?" he repeated in a barking manner.
"I want to carry on seeing you, but I'm just not ready for anything more than that right now..." he tried to explain. "I mean, come on! I just went through a... well, y'know, everything with Kris..."
"Huh," he replied, desperately avoiding eye contact. "Well, I'm gonna go now."
"Please don't be like that," he sighed. "This was a great date. Maybe we could just cuddle for a bit?"
"Nein, if you're just going to tease... I'm going home," he huffed, getting up and strutting out of the flat.
Apollo blinked for a moment. Then went to his room to do something about the boner he'd been left with.

The next day, Apollo was woken up by the inevitable phone call from Trucy.
"Klavier and Polly, sittin' in a tree, F-U-C-K-"
"Trucy, it's five am!" he barked.
"I know, I was just so excited that I couldn't sleep!"
"Well, I could sleep fine! What was so important that you had to wake me up?"
"I wanted to know if you were wearing the dress when you become Mrs Prosecutor Klavier Gavin!"
"Trucy, I don't think prosecutor is- Forget it. We are not getting married!"
"Oh, sorry. Civil Union."
"What? No! Nothing is going to happen with me and Gavin!"
"Oh Polly," she sighed, "What did you do? Did you barf on him?"
"Trucy, I didn't do anything wrong!"
"If you say so, Polly! Wanna go shopping?"
"Not really. Why?"
"Daddy's gone another of his secret missions. I'm kinda lonely with just Mr Hat and Charley."
"Charley? You mean that plant at the office?"
"Yeah. He's pretty crappy company," she sighed.

Apollo surrendered and took Trucy to the local outlet mall.
"Daddy got a whole bunch of tips last night, so, look what I got!" she announced, holding up a five dollar bill.
"Does he know you have that?" he sighed.
"Well, no," she shrugged. "But he owes me about fifty dollars, so he won't mind!"
"I worry about you guys..."
"Well, we worry about you, Polly!"
"I'm old enough to care for myself, Truce!" he sighed.
"Then why won't you tell me what happened with prosecutor Gavin?"
"Well, 'cause it's none of your business, for starters," he tutted, putting his hands in his pockets.
Trucy pouted, then frowned, then sighed.
"But Polly, your sex life is important to me!"
"I can't even begin... Just stop it, okay?!" he screeched.
"Fine..." she sighed.
They walked on in silence.
"Maybe you should buy him a present to apologise for whatever you did?" she suggested.
"I. Didn't. Do. Anything! But I guess I could get him a little something," he sighed.
"Aw, good Apollo!"

Apollo bought a little something and mailed it to Klavier. He didn't think he'd want to see him in person right now.
He did receive a text message, acknowledging the gift but the lack of kisses at the end gave him the impression that he wasn't popular right now.

A few weeks later was the Gavinners concert Apollo and Trucy had been invited to. Apollo wasn't looking forward to it for a multitude of reasons. First being the awkwardness between him and Gavin. They'd barely talked for almost a month and the crazy rock god had still managed to creep into Apollo's mind pretty much all the time.
Another being that he couldn't stand that loud obnoxious noise that the Gavinners were famous for.

The first act was everything he'd expected and less. Lots of crashy noises accompanied by what must have been thousands of screaming fan girls. The first intermission seemed like a blessing until it actually started. Apollo was convinced that Klavier was ignoring him. As they met in the Gavinners dressing room, the first time he actually looked at him... That one look was more of a piercing gaze, as he was describing the song "The Guitars Serenade". Those blue eyes seemed to be accusing or accrediting him of something.
This was soon interrupted by the concert's guest star, Lamiroir. Apollo felt that there was something... comforting about the woman's presence. She certainly helped the atmosphere feel a lot less tense. He even found Klavier shooting him a smile as the woman talked to them in her "native" tongue.
The second act continued in this comforting haze... Though Apollo started to feel quite uneasy as he listened to the lyrics...
"Sugar, Sugar...
O that night, in your embrace.
When you stole away they keys
my heart held on to so tight.
Pleasure, Pleasure...
But a fleeting melody
It wraps itself around me,
And now through the air I fly,
Woh... Woh...
Burning on in my heart. Fire.
Burn my love away.
All away.
Like a bullet of love. Fire.
Take my life away. All away.
Guitar, Guitar...
Up together to the sky."

He was reminded of their date.
"O, that night in your embrace" was obvious enough. They keys? Well, the gift he'd sent to apologise was a heart shaped key ring. And as for "it wraps itself around me"... Well, Apollo found himself blushing as he recalled that particular connection. Too soon, his reminiscing was interrupted by the sight of Klavier's guitar bursting into flames. The following intermission seemed to shatter the possibilities of an impending calm make up. Klavier was pissed off. And things went from bad to oh-holy-shit-so-fucking bad during the final act.

As if petty relationship squabbles and igniting instruments weren't enough, the concert had become a murder scene. Apollo and Trucy somehow got caught up and as a result, had to stay overnight at the colosseum.
"Maybe this'd be a good time to talk to Prosecutor Gavin about... well, whatever it is you did wrong!" she suggested 'helpfully'.
"Trucy, shut it!" he growled, "C'mon, it's late, Detective Skye said they've prepared cots in the main concert hall."
So, they finished up their investigation of the crime scene for the night then made their way to the hall.
In the corridor on the way there, they found Klavier and Detective Skye - arguing.
"I was perfectly entitled to be upset!" they heard Klavier bark.
"What exactly did you want? 'Halt the murder investigation! The glimmerous fop has lost her keys!'"
"Fräulein, imagine for one second that you woke up to find you'd run out of your crunchy snacks," to which she threw one of the mentioned snack at him. "My keys were that important to me! I couldn't start my hog, I couldn't start my hog, I couldn't open my guitar case and verdammt fräulein, I really like the keyring!!!"
"Looks like we have guests," she sighed, nodding at Apollo and Trucy.
"We um... we were going to the hall..." Apollo explained, cheeks tinted pink.
"I guess I'm pretty tired from all her majesties whining," Detective Skye replied, punctuating with a yawn.
"Is that so, fräulein? Well, perhaps you could take my beloved madchen Trucy to the hall? I'd like a chat with Herr Forehead here."
"A chat, huh?" Trucy and Skye sniggered simultaneously.
"Ja," he huffed, "Now go!"
The girls continued giggling at they left.

"Klavier, I-"
"Allow me to speak first," Klavier interrupted softly, leading him to his changing room. "I sincerely apologise for giving you the silent treatment lately. It was a diva-ish thing to do."
Apollo couldn't really argue with that.
"Come, Herr Forehead, we can share one of the couches in here," Klavier smiled, opening the door.
"Klav, I..." he started. He then noticed that the rest of the Gavinners were around. "Oh, hey guys..."
"Hey Toy Boy," second guitarist Daryan snarled.
"Hello Daryan..." he sighed. He then turned to Klavier and whispered, "I wanted to hold you..."
"Oh, don't worry, Forehead!" Klavier laughed, "These are my guys, they know!"
Daryan sniggered again.
"Ja, Daryan knows from experience," Klavier sneered, throwing himself down onto the empty couch. Apollo sat down next to him with a slight bitter reluctance.
"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you," he muttered.
"So, you'll accept... my offer?"
"I... um... Not yet, Klavier..." he sighed, taking hold of Klavier's hand. "Just... I don't want to be your dirty little secret. Granted, I don't want you to... flaunt me in the same way that... he did, but I don't want us to hide anything."
"Oh, mein Forehead," he whispered, leaning forward to kiss him.
"Glimmerous fop," he sniggered, sitting up to reciprocate the kiss.
In the background, Daryan could be heard sniggering.

When he was certain that everyone was asleep, Klavier got up and wrapped a blanket around him and Apollo. Apollo woke up and started drowsily at him for a moment then smiled and snuggled up.
"I adore you, Herr Forehead," he whispered.
Apollo responded by sleepily rubbing Klavier's leg until he fell asleep again.

Then came the murder investigation and subsequent trial. When the conclusion came and went, Klavier's good friend Daryan found guilty, Apollo couldn't sleep at all. He felt proud but guilty with it.
He was now stood at Klavier's doorstep, half an hour early for a date they'd arranged previous to the end of the trial. He nervously rang the doorbell, half-expecting Klavier to ignore it. After a moment of anxious waiting, the door creaked open. There stood Klavier, a sullen expression on his face.
"I-I can understand if you w-w-want to cancel this date..." Apollo stumbled.
"Come in, Apollo," he replied, leading him through to the lounge. "Take a seat."
He sat down, biting his lip nervously.
"I am really sorry, I know how-" he started.
Klavier hushed him and sat down on the couch next to him.
"I know why you did what you did," he said softly, "And I can't thank you enough, Herr Forehead! I have always had a... habit? Of trying to see only the best in people. And in doing so, I often gloss over the worst... It's just an unfortunate coincidence that those closest to me are often the ones who require the most glossing... Which is why I pray so hard that I'm not wrong about you!"
"Oh Klavier..." he whispered, pulling the blonde close and holding him. "Do you want to talk about them? Daryan and Kris, I mean..."
Klavier gave him a stern look that was usually reserved for problems with his bike.
"Well, as for Daryan," he growled, "I may have called him... Last week, I said he was one of 'my guys'? Well, one of my guys but not one I'd trust. Not one bit..."
Apollo nodded along as Klavier talked.
"All I could trust him with was my sexuality and that's only because... Well, Daryan identified as straight but... y'know, lengths of time together on tour... Urges, alcohol and everything... Though, he did like to call me a pussy. Made him feel more like a man when I blew him or he fucked me before we went on stage."
Apollo stared at his own hands in his lap.
"He knew early on in our... friendship, that I had a crush on him. As we became friends, my crush subsided but he still had a strange... I don't know. A hold over me. He could make me do almost anything... Until you came along. Well, just before... I suppose when... my brother... Ach, I dread calling him that... When Kristoph told me about his twink and what he'd do to him... I felt so bad for... well, you. And remembered..."
"So... You fought against how he treated you because of Kristoph and... me?"
Ja, Forehead... Well, not completely. But you were the catalyst. I didn't want to be so controlled by someone who didn't care for me anymore..."
"I can relate to that... What with Kristoph and all..."
"Ja... Kristoph has always been that way... Promises you the world..."
"Then makes you feel you owe it to him..."
"Makes you feel like the only man in the world..."
"Makes you feel like a Prince..."
"Act Gott, and that thing he does with his tongue!"
"Yeah... Wait... wait... WHAT?!?!" Apollo barked. Klavier gave a sheepish smile. "Ja, Kristoph is a sick, sick man but I think that's a story for another time."
Apollo wrapped his arms around the man, feeling so bad for what he'd been through. He could better understand why the glimmerous fop was the way he was and why he wanted to hide his private life from the public.
As he thought, he was interrupted by a hand slithering up his leg, hovering dangerously near his crotch.
"Klavier?"
"Hmmm..." Klavier purred, "I want you, Forehead..."
"And I want you too, Klavier, but..." he whispered, "I don't want to rush you."
"Forehead."
"Apollo!" he corrected.
"Apollo, you are not rushing me!" he barked, "Though... now I think about it, it sounds more like I'm rushing you!"
"How about..." he started, "That's a nice TV! How about we watch a dvd first?"
Klavier looked surprised for a moment then softened and smiled.
"I'll get us a blanket," he beamed, "We can watch one of my concert recordings!"
"That... noise? Jeeze, you fop!" he laughed.
"So fussy, Forehead!" he sniggered. "A film then?"
"Something short!" he winked.

They watched "Swinging Samurai" while cuddling and occasionally making out, wrapped in a blanket.
"So..." Klavier mumbled as the credits rolled.
"Where's your bedroom?" Apollo smiled, standing up and lifting Klavier from off the couch. He took hold of the other man by the waist and pulled him close.
"Fore-ah, Apollo!" he chuckled, blushing brightly. He placed his hands on the small of Apollo's back. "It's, um, well, the main one is upstairs... First door to the right."
"I think the idea is that we go there together," he sneered, stepping on tiptoe to plant a kiss on his forehead. With one hand still around Klavier's waist, he led him upstairs.

He stared around the room. It was exactly as he'd imagined, all deep shades of purple and soft drapes.
"This is quite the 'shag pad', huh?" he laughed.
"Well, it may look that way, but I haven't had sex here... well, apart from myself!" Klavier replied, blushing wildly again.
"Really?" Apollo asked, sitting on the king-sized bed.
"Ja... only ever happened on tour or my family's old home..."
"Klavi baby..." he pulled him onto the bed with him. "You really are something, you know?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, staring p into those big brown eyes.
"You've been through... fuck, you've been through stuff as far as I can tell!" he smiled, lying down and threading his fingers with Klavier's. "But you wouldn't know it to look at you! You're so brave..."
The two men, lying on their sides and facing each other, kissed tenderly, their fingers still laced together.

"Forehead?" Klavier asked quietly after their delicate kiss.
"Yeah?"
"This will probably sound so... stupid!" he chuckled embarrassedly. "Who's going to... well... you know... top?"
"Top? Oh... Oh! Top!" he gasped, "Well, ah... I don't mind!"
"I've never topped before," Klavier mumbled, giving an embarrassed grin. "I was never given a choice! I'd always quite wanted to try it... but I'd be awful at it! What about you, Forehead?"
"Well, I've... Quite a few times, though you wouldn't think it!" he replied, matching Klavier's grin. "I topped the last time I... So, I think it's your turn!"
"Oh, Apollo!" he beamed, moving in for another kiss. This one was far hungrier, with probing tongues and nibbled lips. Their fingers untangled and clutched at each other's shirts. Apollo tugged Klavier's shirt buttons open while Klavier tried in vain to pull at Apollo's t-shirt. Smiling, Apollo sat up, pulled away for a moment and pulled his shirt off and over his head. Without hesitation, he returned his attention to kissing Klavier.

"Gott, Forehead!" Klavier purred, an inch or so from Apollo's lips, "I have never gotten this hard from just kissing before!"
The smaller man gave a devious grin then climbed onto his lap, straddling his hips. "You were saying?"
Klavier lunged gratefully for his lovers lips. Their tongues and hands once again entwined.

"Supplies?" Apollo panted into his lover's mouth.
"Supplies?" Klavier repeated in a lusty haze, "Oh, supplies... En suite cupboard, that door there..."
Apollo climbed off his lover and padded off to get everything. He came back shortly with a shopping bag and another cheeky grin.
"According to the receipt, he chuckled, "You bought these this morning!"
Klavier gave another of his embarrassed grins as he lay on his back, trying to hide the increasing bulge in his tight black jeans.
The smaller man smiled again and placed then bag on a bed side table. He then sat next to the blonde man, propped him up and pulled off his shirt at last.
"Klavier, you... you gorgeous bastard!" he beamed, tracing the Adonis-esque torso with both hands.
"Mein Apollochien..." he mumbled, pulling him close and nuzzling his face in the brunette's hair. "Schatzi..."
Apollo pulled away and froze then shot his gaze up into those blue eyes. For a second, he thought he saw... him.
Fortunately, staring in those bright blue eyes, he saw the loving softness that Kristoph's had lacked.
"Schatzi, is something wrong?" he asked urgently, pulling him close and stroking his hair.
"No, just..." he mumbled. As he felt the long fingers running gently through his hair, he felt safe and happy. "I'm fine. I'm with you."
And with that, he leant up to kiss Klavier and pushed him back into the bed. As he knelt over him, still kissing fierily, he finally started to unbutton those tight black jeans.
Fumbling slightly, Klavier reciprocated by unbuttoning Apollo's plain denim jeans.

"Oh Apollo," Klavier purred as his jeans were being pulled down and off.
"Klavi..." he mumbled, pulling off his own trousers and trailing kisses down Klavier's body. He stopped at the clavicles a while as they proved to be particularly sensitive. He carried on, planting a single kiss on each nipple before continuing down, playfully dipping his tongue in his navel. Klavier let out a low moan.
As Apollo's mouth came to the blonde curls starting just below Klavier's navel, he gently rubbed at the tenting in Klavier's silk briefs and smiled at him.
"Should I take these off with my teeth?" he teased.
"You can do whatever you like, Forehead, as long as you take them off!" he laughed, nervous with anticipation.
Apollo mercifully pulled them down with a quick tug and smiled. As he'd pondered once before, Klavier's dick was quite small, even now it stood erect, but as far as he was concerned, it was perfect. Practically falling of the bed now, Apollo nestled his nose in the soft blonde hairs lining his lovers body. He could hear his breathing quicken.
After a moment of nuzzling to tease, Apollo finally moved down and started licking gently at the tip of Klavier's cock, causing a moan to escape the blonde's lips. Before long, Apollo's mouth was wrapped around it, experimenting with breaths and hums to create vibrations. It didn't take much time at all before Klavier sat upright and, through jagged panting breaths, begged Apollo to stop. The brunette immediately pulled away and sat down next to him.
"Klavi, what's wrong?" he panted urgently.
"Oh..." he replied, calming down a little, "I felt like I was going to... well, fire!"
Apollo snorted.
"Don't laugh!" Klavier squeaked, "It's just that... when I come... I want you to come with me!"
"You are a romantic retard!" he laughed, wrapping his arms around him and giving him a few little kisses. "So, do you want to... go for it?" he asked with a lopsided grin.
"If you think you're ready?" he gasped, stroking at Apollo's hair.
"Well, with those in the bag there!"
Klavier leant over the side of the bed and pulled out the bottle of lubricant and box of condoms. He put the bottle on the bed then picked out a condom and carefully tore it open. "You aren't allergic to-"
"Latex? No, it's fine."
Klavier rolled it over his length then picked the bottle back up. He unwrapped it from it's factory sealed plastic and popped the cap open. He squeezed the bottle into his hands, covering them with lube.
"I suppose I'm taking these off then!" Apollo sniggered, sticking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers.
"Ja, I suppose so!" he laughed, looking at the gloopy liquid on his hands.
Apollo pulled them down and pulled up close for more kisses.
Klavier spread the lube pretty much everywhere over himself.
"Did you have any preference?" Apollo asked.
"For what, Forehead?"
"Me," he replied, blushing. "What position?"
"I... Ach... I don't know..." he mumbled.
"If you haven't topped before," he smiled kindly, "It'd be easier if... I'm on all fours."
Klavier found himself let out a dry laugh instead of a gasp. He stared in awe as Apollo turned around and knelt on all fours.
"Gott, Apollo, you look so..." he mumbled, draping over him, kissing his shoulders.
Apollo felt a hint of deja vu. He tried ignoring it by nuzzling against Klavier at his shoulder. "Sehr schon, Herr Forehead!"
Carefully, Klavier traced a finger down Apollo's back, round the curve of his buttocks. Coating his hole with smotherings of lube, he finally prodded a finger in. He felt Apollo jump slightly.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Klavi," he replied.
He pulled out and went back in with two fingers. Apollo moaned. Klavier started scissoring his fingers and kissing his neck.
"Achtung, baby..." he panted, pulling his fingers out again. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, yes, yes..." he whispered breathily.
He scissored him again as he positioned the head of his cock. So slowly, he buried himself within his lover. He gave Apollo a moment to adjust then started with a few shallow thrusts. As he started to quicken his pace, he placed one hand over Apollo's hand and another on his chest. He twirled his fingers through the sparse curly hairs then slid down to the more plentiful hairs on his crotch.
"Hmmm..." Klavier..." he muttered.
"You feel amazing, baby..." he panted, thrusting gently again. "Truly fantastiche!"
Apollo rocked his hips back against Klavier to take more of him in.
The hand nestled in Apollo's pubic hair wrapped itself around his length, causing his breath to catch in his throat.
"Apollo, I want you to do something for me," Klavier whispered, giving his ear a soft nibble.
"Anything..." he panted.
"Turn your head," he replied breathlessly, "I want to... I want to see your eyes..."
Without hesitation, Apollo looked over his shoulders and surveyed his lover. His soft tanned skin was dripping in sweat, his usually pristine hair had fallen loose, his fringe draggling over his eyes... And his beautiful eyes... he was trying so hard to focus them but he was so far gone that he couldn't until he finally noticed Apollo looking at him. Those big brown eyes kept his attention and before long, he let out a choked cry as he came then pulled out. Exhausted, he carried on stroking Apollo until he came quietly over the bed sheets.

The two men collapsed into each other's arms. A few minutes later, Klavier threw his condom in the trash then pulled the duvet over them, ignoring the new stains.
"Klavier?"
"Hmmm?"
"I think I understand you way better now," he sighed blissfully, "And I wonder if you remember that boyfriend question..."
"Forehead? Are you saying...?" he gasped.
"Will you be my boyfriend?"
"Gott! Ja, ja! Of course!" he laughed, pulling Apollo into his arms and kissing his forehead. "What did you think I'd say after that?"