{Wherever you go, my soul will find yours

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PSL with superbitter + cthulhuness

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{This strange power is now a part of me

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The timeline had been reset, and it meant that everything was changed. There were rules about changes this big in a timeline that Five had gone over with all of them, but Klaus couldn't have recited any of it if anyone needed him to. The changes were some small and some big and others completely unexpected. Like when Klaus and Diego had realized that their powers had switched somehow, in all of the mess of the reset. There's no way to explain it, except that sometimes when you mess with time and space and everything inbetween, things are bound to get broken. And the jump Five had made with all of them? It was huge, reached deep and jerked things around wildly and... this just happened to be one of the ways. Diego definitely got the short end of the stick on that score, and he adjusted about as well as anyone might be able to expect when they were suddenly thrust into a new, completely different powerset than they'd ever been used to. Klaus stuck with him through the adjustment, helped where he could, however he could. But nothing can really prepare somebody for their name being screamed at top-level, being pawed at and bothered by the dead at all hours of the day. That was years ago now. These days, Klaus and Diego shared a rundown apartment. Klaus had quit a large majority of the vices he'd had, but he never did manage to give up weed. While the anxiety-ridden mess he's always been has toned way down, some things just don't change. He's curled up on the couch in the living room with a small metal pipe and a lighter, taking a deep drag from it when the front door opens and he glances up. "Di?"

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It was one thing to suddenly be a teenager all over again but the bombardment of ghosts had been so overwhelming that Diego understood for the first time why Klaus had relied so heavily on the drugs to get by.

He'd managed, somehow, to get through the last few years without turning to the same but only because he had his soul mate to help him through it. Of course, Diego had definitely used alcohol and the occasional joint when it go too bad.

The case he'd been called out to earlier had been nasty and Patch -his partner and the only person who knew who he was an what he could do- had sent him home when it was clear the ghosts were becoming too overwhelming.

Diego's spacey when he enters the apartment, flinching away from yet another spirit screaming at him, so he doesn't hear Klaus call out for him, as he dumps his stuff on the side table designed for just that. It's the smell of weed that catches his attention and he looks over at his soul mate.

"Klaus?"

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"I'm in here," he calls out, clamoring to set the pipe and lighter down on the table, dragging himself to his feet to meet Diego somewhere in the middle between the front door and the couch.

"What's wrong?" He slides his hands up over Diego's shoulders and squeezes gently. It's a familiar look, a thing he remembers feeling as much as its something he's become used to seeing reflected on Diego's face through the last few years. The touch can help sometimes, solid and warm and real. "Bad day, huh?"

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There's a long pause before Diego leans forward, pressing his face against Klaus' chest, taking a few deep breaths and focusing on the touch in an attempt to drown out the screams.

"Double homicide. Gang related by the sounds of it." He'd be lying if he said Klaus' power hadn't helped on the force but most murders or suicides were painful.

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He wraps his arms around Diego when he leans against him, moving one hand in smooth, easy circles against his back. "Jesus," he mumbles quietly, pressing a kiss against Diego's temple. "I don't know how you do it, Di... I really don't." Klaus had never been strong enough to deal with the dead, and here Diego was putting himself in a position to purposefully be surrounded by them by the nature of his job. After a few minutes, he untangles himself from his brother and tugs gently for him to follow, "C'mon..." he leads the way back toward the couch, pulling Diego down onto it with him, tugging him against his side to wrap his arms around him again and just hold him.

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Diego knows if he didn't have Klaus and the understanding of Patch he wouldn't be able to get through it all. It didn't change that it was draining as hell sometimes, like today, when he just wanted to fall into a heap and sleep forever to drown out the voices.

It's easy to curl up on the couch with his brother, face pressed against his chest and hands over his ears.

"They're so loud today."

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"I'm sorry, Di..." He mumbles quietly, certainly a stark contrast to the other, for Klaus, unheard voices shrieking around the room. He doesn't have to deal with it anymore, but Klaus still remembers what they sound like; how they looked in a swarm around him, trying to get his attention. He wants to help, but he knows that ultimately, he can't. Not really. He'd never figured enough out about his powers to be able to give genuine advice about them. "What can I do?" he asks softly, sliding his fingers gently through Diego's hair. "Lemme help...please?" The suggestion for a drink or the pipe he'd abandoned on the table the second Diego had come in burns a hole at the end of his tongue. He tries so hard not to suggest those things, though, to not push him down the same path Klaus had followed for too long.

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Diego remains silent for a long time, face pressed against Klaus' chest and he just focuses on breathing and the sound of his brother's heart beat under his ear.

"They're just... so loud." They were always worse while he was working on a case that involved murder victims. Maybe because he'd looked down at them, laying deceased on the floor while they screamed directly into his ear about what had happened. "I just... I need them to be quiet for just... ten minutes."

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Klaus keeps playing his fingers through Diego's hair, running his other across the width of his shoulders in all his tiniest attempts at anything that might help in keeping him grounded, keeping him calm and not losing himself to the panicked screams of the dead.

"I know... I know, I'm sorry. I'm sorry... I'd make it stop, if I..." his voice trails off as he notices the pipe he'd abandoned on the table earlier. He does try, he really does try not to push Diego into his same, old habits, but... His fingers slow in Diego's hair, though they don't stop completely, as he debates for a moment before he quietly asks, "Is it bad enough, you wanna smoke, Di? You know it helps..."

And, Klaus thinks, because Diego doesn't seem to have the same wildly addictive personality that Klaus has always had, and he doesn't use it as a crutch, it may never become anything that stops working for him. He hasn't put himself in a position of relying on it constantly, to needing something more, something deeper, something stronger to put a block of haze between him and the ghosts. So it's different for Diego. Or that's what Klaus keeps telling himself, a small justification in the seconds this becomes the only thing he knows to suggest at all.

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After all the years of living with Klaus' ability, he understands why the Seance had turned to drugs to keep them away. They were loud and constant and it was a hell of drain on the old psyche. But with his constant support and a less addictive personality, he hadn't ever become dependant.

At the offer to smoke, Diego lifts his head and considers it for a moment.

It's the spirit standing behind Klaus that helps him make up his mind. He'd spent hours staring at her body and then at photos of her and now she was screaming at him to find her killer and he turns back to Klaus.

"Yeah. Yeah it is."

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"Okay," he mumbles quietly, nodding a little. "Okay..." he carefully untangles himself from Diego and grabs the pipe and lighter from the table. A moment later, he's settled back on the couch, legs folded underneath him crisscross style as he takes that first, long drag from the bowl. He holds them out to Diego with a soft question in the form of a hum, which is only shifted slightly when the hand with the lighter in it swings back toward Klaus before pushing toward Diego-- Does he want to hit it himself? Or would he rather Klaus give him hits? They aren't quite as direct, or strong that way.

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"Can you do it?" It's never as strong that way and he isn't left feeling the affect the following day when he has to go back to work. There's also a closeness in the act that helps, brings a comfort Diego only gets from Klaus. It's also why he leans into him so heavily when they sit together on the couch. "I like it better when you do it."

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He nods, untangling himself from Diego, only to slide up and over to straddle his brother's lap. He's held the hit long enough it's burning inside his lungs, so he doesn't waste any time to tilt Diego's chin up and leans in. Diego's used to this by now so as soon as Klaus is close enough, all he has to do is blow the hit into his mouth. He caps it off with a kiss, soft and sweet, letting the fingers of his free hand slide through the short ends of Diego's hair.

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Both of Diego's hands find Klaus' thighs and he holds them, pulling the smaller man closer to him so that their chests are pressed together.

Diego inhales the hit, returning the kiss gently. He nips at Klaus' lower lip and relaxes back into the couch, letting the weed do it's job and shutting out the screaming to focus on the weight in his lap. "One more."

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He moans softly into the kiss when he feels Diego's hands settle against his thighs. He lets himself to guided closer, smirking into the kiss after that nip at his lip. When he pulls away, he leaves his forehead pressed against the other man's, refusing to get very far from him. An easy, slow grin spreads across his lips at the request. "Mmkay." He pulls away and drags another hit from the pipe before setting it aside and leaning in again, capping the hit off with a kiss again, arms circling around Diego's neck as he shifts his weight in his lap to get closer.

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Diego holds the smoke for the length of time they kiss, exhaling slowly through his nose with his forehead pressed against Klaus'. He simply breathes the other man in, let's the weed do it's job in mellowing him out and helping to drown out the ghosts around him until they're all but silent and there are fewer of them watching.

"Better."

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He smiles a little, sliding his fingers through Diego's hair, letting his nails slide against his scalp with enough pressure it would feel really good. "Good." He had wanted nothing more than the share the way this felt with his siblings, years ago, but seeing Diego go through everything he'd dealt with for so long isn't the satisfactory thing he might have once assumed it would be. Klaus slides out of Diego's lap, but doesn't stray far, stays still curled against his side, fingers sliding down to his shoulders, rubbing small, firm circles there. "What do you wanna do tonight?"

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Diego lets out a soft noise, a rumble in his chest that escapes out of his mouth as a quiet moan and he pushes into those fingers. He doesn't need to open his eyes to know that there are still ghosts in the room, but they're quieter now, frantic whispers instead of terrifying shouts that clog up his brain and make his head ache.

Klaus moves and Diego goes with him, curling around him and pressing his face into the side of the Seance's neck, sighing softly.

"Pizza. Beer. Movies." He presses a soft kiss to Klaus' neck. "And more head scratches."

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The little things are the best-- like that soft, rumble of a moan as Diego leans into the touch of his hand. It's the kind of thing that just fills him up from the inside, bright and warm, knowing he's reacting to him, and it's so positive and full of approval, which are both things Klaus needs and wants in spades.

"Mmm, we can do that," he hums softly, grabbing the collar of Two's shirt and tugging him along as he leans back to stretch across the couch, pulling the othrr man with him. Effectively, he's now using Diego as a blanket. He slides his arms around his neck and threads fingers of both hands into Diego's hair again, twisting bits of it between his fingers and massaging his scalp again. "If you gimme your phone, I can call the pizza in."

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Diego goes easily, weed and a need to be held making him pliant to whatever Klaus wants. He stretches out over him, sliding one arm underneath his shoulders and using the other to shimmy his phone out of his pocket to press it against Klaus' chest.

"Something with a lot of meat." Each press of strong, lithe fingers digging into his scalp just causes him to melt further into his brother, soft sighs the only sound he makes as his other hand finds their place underneath Number Four's other shoulder.

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One thing Klaus really loves about Diego is how different he is on the inside, underneath the masks he wears constantly, compared to the prickly outer-exterior he presents to the world. He's easily just as indulgent in the small touched as Klaus, he's just far more subtle about it. But so easily he goes when Klaus pulls him along, taking the silent direction easily and draping himself across Klaus' body.

The position is briefly awkward while he makes the call in to the closest pizza place around town, but it's nothing that lasts very long and he puts the phone aside before resuming his attention back to his brother. "You makes the cutest noises," he says with a laugh coloring his words, nose crinkling on how amusement.

"Pizza oughtta be here in about thirty minutes. And until then..." He leans up, arms sliding back into their home place around Diego's neck, arching up to meet him for a kiss. Not the frenzied thing he usually would come on strong with, but something slow and a little lazy, soft in a way Klaus craves.

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"Shut up." It's a grumble into Klaus' chest and there's no real heat behind the words because he's far too content to actually out up a fight and defend himself. Besides, who else is here to see him, to hear the lies coming out of Klaus' mouth or the supposed cute noises out of his own?

Two is far too happy to just keep himself pressed against his brother, so long as those fingers keep doing what they're doing.

Diego leans into the kiss, eyes closed as he just let's himself enjoy it.

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"Mmm, never," he mumbles softly in retaliation, a playful smirk playing on his Klaus is often much more heated in moments like this, a wild frenzy of desperation and need and want, but he's okay to take this easy and slow. Soft and sweet. It's something he's taken for granted most of his life, always moving from one bed to the next, one person to the next, anything for a bed and a roof for a night or two. But it's different now. It's just him and Diego and it's okay if he doesn't do the wild or crazy things, because he appreciates every piece of Klaus in ways... no one really ever has before. He pulls back a little, still keeping his forehead pressed against Diego's. "You're a fucking teddy bear, you know that?" he smirks, small and gently teasing, even though he absolutely believes it.

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Diego just holds on and lets Klaus control the pace of the kiss. He likes when he's like this; soft and slow and in no hurry to go anywhere further than warm kisses and gentle touches. There are times when they both need the desperate rush of desire, but on nights like tonight, Diego just needs to be held and reassured.

"Only for you." He kisses him again. "Beer?"

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Klaus has gotten pretty good at determining those moments when something slow and soft is the best choice. He enjoys it, too, the hazy sweetness of it is the kind of thing he's craved his entire life, so he tends to soak it up like a sponge.

He smiles against Diego's lips, "You know just what to say to make a guy feel special." He shakes his head, "Nm-mm... oohh but bring the Oreos and some milk back with you?" his voice pitches a little higher at the end, equal measures of both pleading and hopeful. He tries not to indulge in old habits too much, weed aside. He will drink occasionally, but it's very hit or miss when he will.