Fanfic (Ace Attorney): My Brother's Keeper
Title: My Brother's Keeper
Rating: not really NC-17
Pairing: Kristoph/Klavier
Disclaimer: I don't own Gyakuten Saiban; if I did we'd get another Apollo Justice game asap.
Warnings: incest, sexual content
Summary: A little insight into the not entirely healthy relationship of the Gavin brothers.
Note: Written for the "drabble game" prompt "Master/slave".
The age difference between them was too big for them to have a normal sibling relationship, Klavier often thought, though that might have been a case of over simplifying matters. Nothing was ever simple between him and Kristoph.
The outside world probably saw something very different than what was actually there. They saw a doting, protective older brother, who was also a dutiful son, helping his parents out by lovingly teaching his younger brother all sorts of things, from every day chores around the house to his homework after school.
When the world looked at them, Kristoph was all smiles, and people loved that about him.
Klavier however knew that there was nothing more dangerous than Kristoph's smile, and he might have done something about it one day, had he not been scared to death of his older brother's wrath.
But Klavier did love Kristoph, dearly. He strived to please him, yearned to obey him. It had always been that way between them and he wasn't sure he'd be able to live without his brother's ever present guidance. He certainly wouldn't have achieved everything people admired him for, like his miraculous career in law, without Kristoph's often forceful support.
Kristoph had taught him how to stay awake for days on end and still be able to work efficiently. Those had been cruel lessons, but he'd learned them well. He was to never disappoint his brother, by any means necessary.
He thought of that when he sat inside their old garden shed, a worn wooden structure that did a poor job of protecting him from the onpouring rain and the increasingly strong wind. He shivered, pulling his legs to his chest and putting his arms around them. He was a healthy boy of eighteen years, he would not get sick from a night outside, and there were far scarier things than thunderstorms.
He looked up hopefully when the cabin's door opened, but it wasn't his brother offering relief who stood there, no, just Daryan with his hair in disarray and an angry look on his face.
“What the fuck are you still doing in here?”, he demanded to know, not even a hint of understanding in his voice.
Klavier shrugged, trying to make it look like he didn't care and as if the situation was perfectly normal. “How do you even know I'm here?”, he asked back.
“I saw how he dragged you here when I left.”
Klavier shook his head. He had hardly been 'dragged' anywhere. He wasn't happy that Kristoph had found out about him and Daryan experienting, but he hadn't fought him. He never did. And he'd begged Daryan on more than one occasion to leave Kristoph alone and not bother him about things, but his proclaimed best friend didn't listen.
“Anyway, the coast is clear now, he left a few minutes ago. So get the hell out of here.”, Daryan grabbed Klavier's wrist and tried to pull his friend to his feet, but the blonde resisted. “What the-!?”
“Leave it, Daryan.”
“You god damned little fuck head, it's a frickin' storm out here, you'll be sick with a fever in no time if you stay out here!”
Klavier pulled his hand back and cowered back against the wall. “If I leave, he won't forgive me.”
Daryan went very still and didn't speak for a while. Then he shook his head in apparent disbelief. “That's sick, man, you know that?”
Klavier stared at him defiantly. “Well whatever, if that's how you want to call it, be that way.”
“Anyone would call it sick, Klavier. This is not normal.”
Klavier looked away. Daryan was probably right, but it was normal for him.
He did not leave the shed that night.
Kristoph fetched him in the morning, smiling brightly and gathering his little brother into his arms. He brought him inside and made breakfast for him, hot chocolate and everything, and told him about his newest case, and his latest apprentice, and what he'd planned for Klavier's upcoming birthday.
He was a good older brother. He just wanted to make sure Klavier grew up all right. So maybe he was cruel sometimes, but he meant well.
It was a week after the garden shed incident (it wasn't a new punishment method, but one Kristoph hadn't used in a while) that Klavier came home, knowing something was going to happen. He was tuned to Kristoph's moods and able to read his body language and even the smallest change in his expression like he was sure no-one else could.
And the way Kristoph looked at him when Klavier closed the door behind him spoke volumes.
“I've been thinking, Klavier.”, Kristoph began and Klavier knew better than to interrupt him, even with small, conversational questions, “You're eighteen already. It's quite normal for a boy your age to be interested in sexual matters.”
Klavier's cheeks grew warm. He had feared something like this might happen after Kristoph saw him and Daryan kiss. He didn't really look forward to be given 'the talk', he knew all that stuff anyway, but hearing it from Kristoph would be horribly awkward!
“Incidentally, I think you're old enough to learn a few new rules.”
More rules? Kristoph already had a wide range of rules for Klavier and he saw to it that they were followed to the letter.
“Kristoph, I'm really sorry about the other day.”, Klavier said quickly, trying to prevent the worst, “I shouldn't have... done that with Daryan. It was wrong.”, it had certainly been wrong to do it at his place with Kristoph just next door.
Kristoph nodded, still smiling. “You've always been an understanding boy, Klavier. It's good that you see your mistakes, even if it's in hindsight. Don't worry though, I know how to fix things.”
Klavier felt cold all of a sudden, even though it was a warm day. He reminded himself that Kristoph meant well, and that he'd never hurt him (at least not much), but the uneasy feeling in his stomach just wouldn't go away.
“Thank you, Kristoph.”, he said automatically, knowing that there was no way around it anyway. He'd just have to face whatever his brother had in mind. He'd do his best to please him, like he always did.
Kristoph took him to his own room, a place so tidy and clean it was hard to believe someone actually lived there. There was never even a hint of dust, every book was arranged perfectly, not even a pen out of place and the sheets on the bed showed no wrinkles. Klavier was torn between admiration and amusement, and something darker he couldn't quite name, whenever he visited his brother here.
The door was closed - and locked - behind him, which wasn't too unusual. Kristoph said he did that to make Klavier feel save. No-one would disturb them behind a locked door. Not that there was anyone home to do so in the first place. Still, something in him relaxed, like a reflex, when the key was turned. Kristoph was his protector after all, always had been.
“I'll help you out with your curiosity.”, Kristoph said pleasantly, “That's what brothers are for, right? It's my duty to teach you things like this.”
Klavier didn't protest when Kristoph started to undress him. He'd done it a million times before, when he was bathing him, when he dressed him for school or when he was checking him for injuries.
It wasn't even unusual that he touched his skin where he pulled away his clothing, warm fingers proding and feeling him up everywhere. This time however Kristoph went a little further.
Klavier gasped in surprise when his nipples where pinched, making Kristoph chuckle in return. “That didn't hurt, did it?”
“No, but... it feels odd...”, Klavier tried to explain but was at a loss for words when Kristoph continued the ministrations until the two buds stood up on their own and Klavier felt that familiar tingle, the beginning of an erection. “Kristoph, I...”
“I know, Klavier. I'm here for you.”
And when those bold, warm hands travelled lower to cup Klavier's hardening cock he pressed himself closer against Kristoph, unable to hold back a low moan.
“Kristoph!”
He thrust into Kristoph's hand, conflicted between the needs of his body and the feeling of wrongness, because one wasn't supposed to do things like that with their sibling, right?
Then he groaned with frustration when Kristoph pulled his hand away. He'd been so close!
“I know what you need, Klavier. It's something physical, you can't help it. But it mustn't become something indecent, do you hear me?”
“In-indecent...?”
“Yes. You can't just touch other men like that, or let them touch you. Not just anyone.”, Klavier could hear him smile, though he was too close to see Kristoph's face. “You're my precious little brother, I wouldn't let someone else dirty you. Aren't you glad?”
Klavier nodded quickly, but said nothing.
“I knew it. You're my good boy. Lie down on the bed, won't you?”
Klavier stepped away from Kristoph, casting a careful glance over his shoulder, then obeyed hurriedly.
Kristoph followed him, a small tube of lotion in his hand.
“Hold out your hand.”, he ordered, and spread a healthy amount of lotion on Klavier's hand as he did so. “You may touch yourself a little, if you want to, but don't come yet. And please don't stain the sheets.”
But Klavier was too busy watching Kristoph undress, because whatever one might think about him, there was one undeniable truth: Kristoph was beautiful.
Especially his hair, as it cascaded down his chest in an elegant curl, Klavier thought with admiration.
Kristoph smiled when he caught him staring. “How considerate of you to wait.”, he said, sat down next to Klavier on his bed and put some lotion on his hands as well. “Now, why don't we help each other out, shall we?”
He left Klavier no time to reply before he took up his earlier task once more, stroking his erection with determined moves. His eyes never left Klavier's, who was blushing under his intense gaze, but loved it all the same. Then he remembered the lotion on his hands, warmed by his body heat by now, and figured that he should probably return the favor.
He moaned and fought to keep his eyes open as his hands found their way to Kristoph's cock, trying to mimic the touches that felt so very good on himself. He had masturbated before, but never had another person touched him so intimately, and perhaps it was fitting that it was Kristoph who showed him how it was done.
Klavier writhed under his older brother's hands, whimpering in an attempt to keep silent.
“You can let it all out, this time. We can improve on your ability to keep silent some other day.”
Klavier nodded and moaned, thrusting faster into Kristoph's grip that was just right and tight and wonderful, noticing at the back of his mind that Kristoph's movements were getting a bit more desperate, too.
It all ended too fast for Klavier's taste, but he couldn't have held back any longer. Something in his stomach tightened and then light exploded behind his eyes as he came, shouting Kristoph's name against his shoulder.
His senses returned to the sounds of heavy breathing shared between them. Kristoph was warm and right next to him, holding him in his arms. He felt good, save and protected, as Kristoph petted his head. “Here's the new rule: no-one is to touch you like this, but me. Understood, Klavier?”
His voice was a bit scratchy, but he answered at once: “Yes, Kristoph.”
Rating: not really NC-17
Pairing: Kristoph/Klavier
Disclaimer: I don't own Gyakuten Saiban; if I did we'd get another Apollo Justice game asap.
Warnings: incest, sexual content
Summary: A little insight into the not entirely healthy relationship of the Gavin brothers.
Note: Written for the "drabble game" prompt "Master/slave".
The age difference between them was too big for them to have a normal sibling relationship, Klavier often thought, though that might have been a case of over simplifying matters. Nothing was ever simple between him and Kristoph.
The outside world probably saw something very different than what was actually there. They saw a doting, protective older brother, who was also a dutiful son, helping his parents out by lovingly teaching his younger brother all sorts of things, from every day chores around the house to his homework after school.
When the world looked at them, Kristoph was all smiles, and people loved that about him.
Klavier however knew that there was nothing more dangerous than Kristoph's smile, and he might have done something about it one day, had he not been scared to death of his older brother's wrath.
But Klavier did love Kristoph, dearly. He strived to please him, yearned to obey him. It had always been that way between them and he wasn't sure he'd be able to live without his brother's ever present guidance. He certainly wouldn't have achieved everything people admired him for, like his miraculous career in law, without Kristoph's often forceful support.
Kristoph had taught him how to stay awake for days on end and still be able to work efficiently. Those had been cruel lessons, but he'd learned them well. He was to never disappoint his brother, by any means necessary.
He thought of that when he sat inside their old garden shed, a worn wooden structure that did a poor job of protecting him from the onpouring rain and the increasingly strong wind. He shivered, pulling his legs to his chest and putting his arms around them. He was a healthy boy of eighteen years, he would not get sick from a night outside, and there were far scarier things than thunderstorms.
He looked up hopefully when the cabin's door opened, but it wasn't his brother offering relief who stood there, no, just Daryan with his hair in disarray and an angry look on his face.
“What the fuck are you still doing in here?”, he demanded to know, not even a hint of understanding in his voice.
Klavier shrugged, trying to make it look like he didn't care and as if the situation was perfectly normal. “How do you even know I'm here?”, he asked back.
“I saw how he dragged you here when I left.”
Klavier shook his head. He had hardly been 'dragged' anywhere. He wasn't happy that Kristoph had found out about him and Daryan experienting, but he hadn't fought him. He never did. And he'd begged Daryan on more than one occasion to leave Kristoph alone and not bother him about things, but his proclaimed best friend didn't listen.
“Anyway, the coast is clear now, he left a few minutes ago. So get the hell out of here.”, Daryan grabbed Klavier's wrist and tried to pull his friend to his feet, but the blonde resisted. “What the-!?”
“Leave it, Daryan.”
“You god damned little fuck head, it's a frickin' storm out here, you'll be sick with a fever in no time if you stay out here!”
Klavier pulled his hand back and cowered back against the wall. “If I leave, he won't forgive me.”
Daryan went very still and didn't speak for a while. Then he shook his head in apparent disbelief. “That's sick, man, you know that?”
Klavier stared at him defiantly. “Well whatever, if that's how you want to call it, be that way.”
“Anyone would call it sick, Klavier. This is not normal.”
Klavier looked away. Daryan was probably right, but it was normal for him.
He did not leave the shed that night.
Kristoph fetched him in the morning, smiling brightly and gathering his little brother into his arms. He brought him inside and made breakfast for him, hot chocolate and everything, and told him about his newest case, and his latest apprentice, and what he'd planned for Klavier's upcoming birthday.
He was a good older brother. He just wanted to make sure Klavier grew up all right. So maybe he was cruel sometimes, but he meant well.
It was a week after the garden shed incident (it wasn't a new punishment method, but one Kristoph hadn't used in a while) that Klavier came home, knowing something was going to happen. He was tuned to Kristoph's moods and able to read his body language and even the smallest change in his expression like he was sure no-one else could.
And the way Kristoph looked at him when Klavier closed the door behind him spoke volumes.
“I've been thinking, Klavier.”, Kristoph began and Klavier knew better than to interrupt him, even with small, conversational questions, “You're eighteen already. It's quite normal for a boy your age to be interested in sexual matters.”
Klavier's cheeks grew warm. He had feared something like this might happen after Kristoph saw him and Daryan kiss. He didn't really look forward to be given 'the talk', he knew all that stuff anyway, but hearing it from Kristoph would be horribly awkward!
“Incidentally, I think you're old enough to learn a few new rules.”
More rules? Kristoph already had a wide range of rules for Klavier and he saw to it that they were followed to the letter.
“Kristoph, I'm really sorry about the other day.”, Klavier said quickly, trying to prevent the worst, “I shouldn't have... done that with Daryan. It was wrong.”, it had certainly been wrong to do it at his place with Kristoph just next door.
Kristoph nodded, still smiling. “You've always been an understanding boy, Klavier. It's good that you see your mistakes, even if it's in hindsight. Don't worry though, I know how to fix things.”
Klavier felt cold all of a sudden, even though it was a warm day. He reminded himself that Kristoph meant well, and that he'd never hurt him (at least not much), but the uneasy feeling in his stomach just wouldn't go away.
“Thank you, Kristoph.”, he said automatically, knowing that there was no way around it anyway. He'd just have to face whatever his brother had in mind. He'd do his best to please him, like he always did.
Kristoph took him to his own room, a place so tidy and clean it was hard to believe someone actually lived there. There was never even a hint of dust, every book was arranged perfectly, not even a pen out of place and the sheets on the bed showed no wrinkles. Klavier was torn between admiration and amusement, and something darker he couldn't quite name, whenever he visited his brother here.
The door was closed - and locked - behind him, which wasn't too unusual. Kristoph said he did that to make Klavier feel save. No-one would disturb them behind a locked door. Not that there was anyone home to do so in the first place. Still, something in him relaxed, like a reflex, when the key was turned. Kristoph was his protector after all, always had been.
“I'll help you out with your curiosity.”, Kristoph said pleasantly, “That's what brothers are for, right? It's my duty to teach you things like this.”
Klavier didn't protest when Kristoph started to undress him. He'd done it a million times before, when he was bathing him, when he dressed him for school or when he was checking him for injuries.
It wasn't even unusual that he touched his skin where he pulled away his clothing, warm fingers proding and feeling him up everywhere. This time however Kristoph went a little further.
Klavier gasped in surprise when his nipples where pinched, making Kristoph chuckle in return. “That didn't hurt, did it?”
“No, but... it feels odd...”, Klavier tried to explain but was at a loss for words when Kristoph continued the ministrations until the two buds stood up on their own and Klavier felt that familiar tingle, the beginning of an erection. “Kristoph, I...”
“I know, Klavier. I'm here for you.”
And when those bold, warm hands travelled lower to cup Klavier's hardening cock he pressed himself closer against Kristoph, unable to hold back a low moan.
“Kristoph!”
He thrust into Kristoph's hand, conflicted between the needs of his body and the feeling of wrongness, because one wasn't supposed to do things like that with their sibling, right?
Then he groaned with frustration when Kristoph pulled his hand away. He'd been so close!
“I know what you need, Klavier. It's something physical, you can't help it. But it mustn't become something indecent, do you hear me?”
“In-indecent...?”
“Yes. You can't just touch other men like that, or let them touch you. Not just anyone.”, Klavier could hear him smile, though he was too close to see Kristoph's face. “You're my precious little brother, I wouldn't let someone else dirty you. Aren't you glad?”
Klavier nodded quickly, but said nothing.
“I knew it. You're my good boy. Lie down on the bed, won't you?”
Klavier stepped away from Kristoph, casting a careful glance over his shoulder, then obeyed hurriedly.
Kristoph followed him, a small tube of lotion in his hand.
“Hold out your hand.”, he ordered, and spread a healthy amount of lotion on Klavier's hand as he did so. “You may touch yourself a little, if you want to, but don't come yet. And please don't stain the sheets.”
But Klavier was too busy watching Kristoph undress, because whatever one might think about him, there was one undeniable truth: Kristoph was beautiful.
Especially his hair, as it cascaded down his chest in an elegant curl, Klavier thought with admiration.
Kristoph smiled when he caught him staring. “How considerate of you to wait.”, he said, sat down next to Klavier on his bed and put some lotion on his hands as well. “Now, why don't we help each other out, shall we?”
He left Klavier no time to reply before he took up his earlier task once more, stroking his erection with determined moves. His eyes never left Klavier's, who was blushing under his intense gaze, but loved it all the same. Then he remembered the lotion on his hands, warmed by his body heat by now, and figured that he should probably return the favor.
He moaned and fought to keep his eyes open as his hands found their way to Kristoph's cock, trying to mimic the touches that felt so very good on himself. He had masturbated before, but never had another person touched him so intimately, and perhaps it was fitting that it was Kristoph who showed him how it was done.
Klavier writhed under his older brother's hands, whimpering in an attempt to keep silent.
“You can let it all out, this time. We can improve on your ability to keep silent some other day.”
Klavier nodded and moaned, thrusting faster into Kristoph's grip that was just right and tight and wonderful, noticing at the back of his mind that Kristoph's movements were getting a bit more desperate, too.
It all ended too fast for Klavier's taste, but he couldn't have held back any longer. Something in his stomach tightened and then light exploded behind his eyes as he came, shouting Kristoph's name against his shoulder.
His senses returned to the sounds of heavy breathing shared between them. Kristoph was warm and right next to him, holding him in his arms. He felt good, save and protected, as Kristoph petted his head. “Here's the new rule: no-one is to touch you like this, but me. Understood, Klavier?”
His voice was a bit scratchy, but he answered at once: “Yes, Kristoph.”