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The Tower	By : Nny11 Category: G through L > Lemony Snicket Views: 8218 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Lemony Snicket, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Tower
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AN: The first paragraph is in omniscient. The second Klaus, the third Olaf. They’ll switch off every other paraghaph. Got it? No? Well, can’t say I didn’t try.

There are things you don’t talk about. There are things you don’t write about. There are things you shouldn’t even think about. But such things weren’t known to such innocence. Maybe that’s what lead him to go up the stairs, or what lead him into the room. Maybe that’s what even made him stay when he heard footsteps. This unknown force. This unfelt fear.

When Olaf appeared and saw him. It wasn’t about thinking, it was about survival. Klaus didn’t think for a second as he tried to dodge past his angry guardian. It was all instinct from here. Klaus feinted one way and tried to slip past the other.

Olaf wasn’t stupid. He would play this cat and mouse. He had this boy where he wanted him. Olaf blocked Klaus’ path and took a large step forward. The boy stepped back. It was perfect.

This wasn’t good, Klaus was terrified. You see Klaus isn’t stupid either and he knew Olaf had him caught. Klaus scanned for an escape.

There was no escape. Olaf had the only one to his back. With this knowledge Olaf quickly locked that escape. He was excited, he was more than excited.

Terrifying. That was the only word to describe how he felt. Olaf had a definite upper hand. And when Olaf dropped the key into his pants, Klaus wanted to jump out the window.

Olaf almost laughed at how pale the boy had become. Sure he had been rooting for Violet to come up here, but the boy would do. “Do you want that key?” he was in a position of great power. “If you get it, which I won’t stop you from doing, you can go. Think of it as a game.”

What kind of sick game was this? There was no way he was going to reach into Olaf’s pants for a key. He’d rather face a strict punishment, maybe whipping. But no way was he going to do that. Klaus shook his head.

For a moment his smile faded. The boy wasn’t supposed to say no. “It’s an easy thing. Just reach in and-” The boy shook his head again. Olaf was getting frustrated. This was simple, didn’t the boy get it?

Klaus could see Olaf wasn’t going to play this game. “I’ll do chores, any chores. Or maybe some organizing?” It was a bad offer. Klaus knew what Olaf wanted, and he wouldn’t give that up.

He twitched, a thought, a smile. “Fine then I’ll play a new sort of game. One that’s not so easy.” If he couldn’t have him willingly, then force was always a good thing. He quickly removed his belt. It was bad, but it wasn’t preferable.

Klaus froze as Olaf did this. “What are you, um, what are you doing?” Olaf merely smiled. Before he could react Olaf had jump the room and thrown the belt around him. Klaus found his arms pinned to the side and his body pinned to the floor. His breathing increased.

Olaf straddled the poor boy. Uncaring of what horror he was committing. “Oh stop struggling. Look at this as a lesson in life. You like learning right?” The boy tried harder, Olaf smiled this was perfect.

“You know I wanted your sister to get this more, but I can make an exception.” For a brief moment Klaus wished Violet would have come up here first. Then stopped all movement. How could he think that? How could he…? Klaus felt a shift in weight. “ I see you think the same.”

Olaf smiled, this boy was to much fun! He allowed his eyes to travel to his prize. “I would never,” Klaus hissed. Olaf’s eyes snapped back up. What did he say? For a moment rage welled up, but Olaf pushed it aside. He had to keep cool to make this work. Olaf leaned down and gently kissed up Klaus’ neck. “Wouldn’t you?” Olaf probed and continued his actions. Up the neck, back of the ear.

Klaus gasped as Olaf’s tongue lapped at his ear. “No.” Klaus’ voice wavered. Olaf thrust into his back. “Really,” the older man asked, “Well, aren’t you a saint?” Cold air was blown into his ear. Klaus was horrified at his reaction.

Olaf grabbed the boy’s hair and yanked back. With more flesh exposed Olaf didn’t know if he could stop now. That Poe, Foe, Loe? Well, whatever his name was couldn’t stop him now with a police force behind him. Olaf watched Klaus’ throat, the boy swallowed. With no further prompting Olaf began licking and nipping at that beautiful neck.

Klaus tried not to make a sound. Less noise meant less encouragement right? Apparently not. Olaf worked up his jaw line then back down. When Olaf finally kissed him full on, Klaus realized something very sick. It was intoxicating. Every touch caused more want. Every loss was heartbreaking. Suddenly all contact was lost. It took willpower not to scream.

Olaf jumped up, tired of his game. Quickly he stripped and then worked on the struggling youth. The belt came off, allowing him accesses to the boy’s shirt. There wasn’t enough time for slow movements. Klaus’ shirt was off in record time and he was promptly retied.

Klaus couldn’t believe it. He had been untied and completely free and what did he do? Sit there. Klaus’ face was slams once more into the ground and he waited. Nothing was happening. His imagination ran wild.

Olaf could see the boy squirming. Leaning forward carefully Olaf blew hot air on Klaus’ back. The reaction was delicious. The boy’s body jerked and he yelped. Olaf preceded to trail his tongue over the same area. Avoiding the belt Olaf had a hell of a time, the thrill of having someone under you, oh! It was wonderful. A moan from his ‘partner’ stopped him though.

Klaus bit his lip. Shit. Shit, shit, shitty, shit! Olaf was laughing and Klaus felt a hand wrap around his front. Olaf took no time at all to give him a squeeze. Klaus moaned again. This wasn’t good. Klaus tried to remind himself that he wasn’t supposed to like these feelings, but that didn’t matter much now.

Olaf was in peals of laughter. “Like that huh? Don’t worry, it gets better!” The taunt was enough to make the boy freeze. Olaf forced Klaus’ hips of the ground and made quick work of his pants and underwear. “You won’t need those, trust me.” Olaf thrust his hips into the boys rear. “Now the fun begins.”

Klaus’ eyes grew to saucer size. What did he mean by that? Klaus was almost panicking. Now Olaf was up again and Klaus took this opportunity to force his torso up. He all but leapt up off his knees and threw himself against the wall. The belt wasn’t tight, and Klaus wasn’t staying here. No matter how good it felt.

Olaf had grabbed some lube. No point in not giving the boy some sort of reassurance. Maybe he’d stop struggling. There was a clink and he whipped around. The boy was up and the belt was on the floor. For a moment neither moved. He wasn’t going to let this orphan do that.

Klaus was just barely free when Olaf slammed into him. With all the air gone from his lungs he did the only thing he could think of. Klaus brought his knee up into Olaf’s nose and then jumped to the side. Olaf was clutching his face on the floor. An odd thought went through his head. Why not?

Stars. He was seeing stars when something suddenly wrapped around his bent arms. Now he was trapped and the boy was free. This wasn’t suppose to happen. This wasn’t the plan. A small frame pressed up against him and Olaf shivered. Klaus learned fast and was now licking Olaf’s neck.

“Now for a test. No learning experience goes without a test.” Klaus couldn’t believe this. Wasn’t he about to be rapped by his guardian a moment ago? Ah well. He smiled. Life is full of twists and turns. Klaus let his hand roam about Olaf’s front, passing very close to Olaf’s manhood.

Wasn’t he just about to rape this kid? Olaf tried to keep calm as the orphan finally began to touch him. This could be turned around. He forced himself to roll over, fully facing the boy. They’re breathing uneven. Olaf leaned up and kissed the boy again. This would work.

Klaus allowed this action. It was the last one Olaf would get so he felt generous. He moved his hands off of Olaf’s cock and pushed his chest down. There was a crack when skull met floor. Good with him. Klaus placed his lips on Olaf’s neck and began to work his way down. He stopped at the nipples and sucked on each. He pulled back and blew on them. Olaf’s reactions fuelled him. Klaus licked lower and dipped into Olaf’s naval.

Olaf gave another groan of pleasure. The boy was good. Very good. Olaf silently thanked God and Satan, whoever would listen, that Klaus came up here first. Everything stopped. There was no contact, no nips, and most annoyingly there had been no sucking. He shot up and found the boy dressing. But he wasn’t putting everything on. His under shirt, socks, then his top shirt. No pants no under wear.

Klaus left his shirt unbuttoned. This was too good. His eyes spotted the nearby lube and he picked it up. Klaus prayed his nervousness wasn’t showing. He scooped some of the cold cream out and began to prep himself. If Olaf had his way to soon, that wouldn’t happen. Content with that Klaus applied some to Olaf’s cock. He leaned down and panted on Olaf’s manhood while he coated it.

Olaf was in heaven. The boy had finished prepping himself and Olaf. Now he leaned forward and untied Olaf. This was too good. Olaf sprung forward and grabbed the boy. With a quick spin the orphan was pinned between him and the wall. Something fell and broke. Olaf could have cared less. Lifting the boy up Olaf positioned himself and thrust up. He screamed. Olaf wanted that reaction again. He pulled out and slammed back into the pre teen.

It had hurt at first, Klaus knew it would but then it turned into something beautiful. He clung to the older man and wrapped his legs around Olaf’s waist. Klaus felt Olaf grabbed his ignored member and begin pumping. That was more than enough. He came shouting to God and wishing he hadn’t brought someone so holy into this mess.

Olaf came violently into the boy and they both fell to the ground, heaving and puffing. Olaf took this moment to fully survey him. The boy was sweating and in this light Olaf could see that wasn’t the only glinting thing. Reaching down he pulled the orphans St. Christopher off and chucked it across the room.

“There’s no room in heaven for the likes of us.”

It had been hours since the incident. And Klaus’ mind could fathom all the events of this day. Almost rapped, to rapper, to partner, to orphan. Then he still had to do chores and serve Olaf and his troupe dinner. It wasn’t what they wanted. Klaus was now sitting here with an ugly bruise. Violet was tending to it and fussing about. Klaus almost wanted to tell her get over it. I’ve done worse things and been worse off.

When Violet finally noticed his necklaces absence, Klaus smiled.

“Oh no,” he said, “Now I’m screwed.” Klaus almost laughed when Violet’s eyes got wide. Then he rolled over to sleep. Remembering what Olaf had said Klaus added, “ Don’t go into Olaf’s tower. It isn’t worth it really and if Olaf starts coming onto you more than he is. Tell me.” Not explaining any farther the middle Baudelair went to bed.

Upstairs an actor laughed.

AN: The twist was unexpected I hope. Please R&R!
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