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Captivation	By : Rina76 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 6307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Bill or Tom Kaulitz or any members of Tokio Hotel and this story is a complete work of fiction; it is all made up and not true. I am not making any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Sorry guys, I forgot my password so I haven't been able to log in and update for ages BUT I finally found it and am able to bring you 2 shiny new chapters!! Please enjoy! :)
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Now that they’re back in their own room, Tom announces that Bill has to finish doing the maintenance on his dreadlocks. It’s Bill’s punishment for making Tom say that he’s pretty in front of me. Bill complains about the task, knowing how long it’s going to take with the length and thickness of Tom’s fully-mature dreads, but in the end he knows he owes it to his big brother so Bill sighs in resignation, settling on the couch with Tom sitting on the floor between his legs, both of them facing the television. Using a specially formulated substance called dread-butter, Bill scoops it out of the small tub, rubs it on his hands and works it into each knotted rope one-by-one to moisturise them, rolling every single lock between his palms from root to tip to tidy them up and smooth out any frizzy parts.
There’s also something that looks very much like a crochet hook and Bill uses this to ‘knit’ any loose bits of hair back into the centre of each dread where they should be. It’s obvious he’s done this before to help Tom. I imagine it’d be a bitch to try and knit hair but Bill seems confident with the hook, using the end to catch and pull stray strands. He starts with the front ones, then the sides, and will finish with the sections at the back, flipping each one over and pinning it out of the way with a clip as he’s done with it. It’s going to take him at least an hour or so to do them all.
Reclining back with his head in Bill’s lap, Tom contently watches reruns of Two and a Half Men while Bill is busy playing hairdresser behind him, the older boy occasionally objecting when Bill tugs and twists on his hair too hard.
“Hey, watch it! Those are attached to my head, you know.”
“Stop your bitching,” Bill mutters, trying to concentrate. “Do you want me to do this or not?”
“Just be more careful, all right?” Tom warns him. “And make sure you do it properly. If my dreads start unlocking and falling out, I’m blaming you.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Bill rolls his eyes and scoops up some more butter.
“This stuff smells yummy,” he admits, rubbing it into the dry end of one of Tom’s rear dreads with his fingertips, watching it melt in. “It makes your hair feel really soft, too.”
“No, you can’t use it on yourself,” Tom staunchly says, knowing exactly what Bill is thinking. “It’s for dreadlocks only. You got tons of your own hair junk, anyway.”
Bill makes a face at the back of Tom’s head for not sharing, poking his pierced tongue out.
“Saw that.”
Reluctantly smiling, the slim singer moisturises and rolls the last few of Tom’s long blond-dipped dreads, Bill enjoying the job more than he’s letting on, doing something nice for his bigger brother and being physically close to him. I think Tom enjoys it too, not that he’d ever admit it either. Even when he’s finished, Bill takes the clips out and keeps stroking over his twin’s sectioned hair, fingers softly massaging the gaps between each lock, soothing Tom’s tugged-on scalp. The older teenager murmurs his appreciation for the much gentler treatment, closing his eyes and leaning into Bill’s touch. He almost falls asleep.
Gazing down at the peaceful, beautifully-boned face below him, Bill ventures, “Tom - can I put makeup on you?”
With his eyes still shut, Tom mutters, “No.”
“Please? I’m bored.”
“No.”
“But I wanna practise a new eye shadow technique!”
“Practise on yourself.”
“But it’s easier to try it on you first. Then I can see exactly how it’s going to look because your face is my face,” Bill rationalises pleadingly. “Let me? Please?”
“No! Stop bugging me!”
They argue about it for another five minutes, Bill’s pestering voice getting higher and more irritating until finally Tom gives in out of annoyance, as Bill knew he eventually would.
“Oh, fine. Put it on,” Tom impatiently snaps, glaring at his nuisance of a brother. “Just shut the hell up, okay? You’re making my ears bleed.”
Excitedly, Bill collects his makeup bag and rummages through it, finding a palette of eye shadows in varying shades of greens. He also pulls out an ebony eyeliner pencil and a tube of mascara. Telling Tom to close his eyes and keep them closed, Bill kneels on the floor between the other’s sprawled legs and applies a layer of neutral primer first, to help the powdery makeup stick onto Tom’s slightly oily skin. Then a pale green shadow is expertly brushed all over Tom’s eye socket right up to the brow bone, followed with a shimmery shade of turquoise which ends at the eyelid crease. Though he has his own personal makeup artist to glam him up before concerts, Bill also evidently knows how to do the job himself, thanks to years of home practice in front of a mirror before he became famous. With a careful and steady hand, he sweeps a darker bottle-green powder along the outer edges of his twin’s identically-shaped eyes. He uses the same dark green under Tom’s lower lash line and then dots gold dust into each corner as a highlight.
Getting Tom to look up at the ceiling, Bill rims the older teen’s inner bottom eyelids with a black kohl pencil (while Tom squirms and complains about it tickling) and then the dreadlocked musician is made to blink a few times as a mascara brush is held beneath his top lashes, lengthening and darkening them with three coats. Tom’s thick brows are groomed with a special little brush, Bill sweeping all the brown hairs neatly in the same direction.
“Close them again,” he orders, the creative teen scrutinising his work and adding a bit more bottle-green shadow here and a bit more gold there to balance the whole effect. Tom just sits there compliantly as this is done, showing extreme patience, the kind he never shows to me. But of course he’d do it for Bill, because Bill is his twin and I know only too well that twins will do just about anything for each other. The artistic nineteen year old gets out a small pot of lip gloss, because you can’t have sparkly eyes without sparkly lips too. He dabs a bit of the clear, glitter-flecked gloss onto Tom’s full bottom lip, using his pinkie finger to spread it out.
Bill pulls back, staring fixatedly at the way that lush, pierced flesh glistens enticingly in the light. That lip is probably even fuller, softer and lusher than Bill’s is and I can tell it entrances the slimmer boy. While Tom has his eyes unsuspectingly shut, Bill can stare at his hot older brother as much as he likes without being caught and he certainly takes advantage of this. In fact, he does more than stare. Quickly, before he loses courage, Bill leans down and lightly brushes his mouth over Tom’s, so light it can’t even be called a kiss, more like a feather-touch. Tom’s shadowed eyelids pop open in bewilderment.
In a disbelieving tone, he asks, “Bill, did you just kiss me?”
“As if I would,” the brunette haughtily protests, sticking his fingertip into the pot of gloss and waving it in front of Tom’s face. “I was just putting this on.”
Before Tom can question him further, Bill smears the glittery substance all over Tom’s half-opened lips, telling his perplexed sibling to press them together and even out the glossy coating.
Frowning at his nearly-finished masterpiece, Bill decides something is missing and so he fetches some liquid liner, making Tom close his eyelids yet again and artfully drawing on two thin lines, one above Tom’s lashes, and one below, Bill sweeping them out at the far corners. When the lines have dried, Tom is finally allowed to open his eyes.
“My lashes feel heavy,” he remarks, blinking at the unfamiliar feel of mascara weighing them down. Gazing inquisitively at Bill, the guitarist prompts, “Well? How stupid does it look?”
Kneeling there between Tom’s thighs, Bill can’t speak for a few moments. The final result of all the makeup on Tom is simply too striking and Bill’s clearly not used to seeing him like this. Normally favouring a plain, natural complexion with no fancy paints or powders, the bigger boy appears totally different now, the green, blue and gold shadow sparkling like tropical butterfly wings and emphasising how richly brown his irises are. The bright colours on his tanned face combined with the winged-out black liner around his almond-shaped eyes gives Tom the remarkable appearance of an Egyptian king - beautiful, mysterious and regal. Even his loose, blondish dreadlocks, short dark whiskers and silver lip-ring blend with the entire illusion, taking him from a handsome urban kid to an utterly spectacular and otherworldly young man, like painted-up royalty from another ancient era, or some kind of stubbled sun god.
“Oh, Tomi,” Bill finally breathes in awe, placing both hands over his own heart. “You look SO pretty.”
A sceptical Tom just raises a well-groomed eyebrow.
“Here, I’ll show you,” Bill insists, getting a compact mirror and flipping it open so Tom can look at himself. “See?”
Seeming stunned, Tom blinks, lowers his lashes halfway and turns his head from side to side as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing. “Fuck. I look just like you, Bill!”
“Told you so,” Bill replies in a smug manner. “If it looks good on you, it’ll look even better on me.”
Before Bill lets his vain ego grow another couple of sizes, Tom returns dryly, “I never said it looks good.”
“But it does, Tom! You could actually wear makeup and get away with it. Even if you just did it on stage, it’d be a totally new image for you.”
“I don’t NEED a new image,” the rap-listening youth flatly states, already set in his own casual street style. “Are you done now? Because I’m gonna go wash this shit off. It’s making my eyes sting.”
When Tom comes out of the bathroom with a freshly-scrubbed clean face, Bill looks crestfallen, disappointed that Tom didn’t like his Pharaoh-inspired makeover.
I did. I really liked it. I wish I could tell Bill that, and tell Tom how gorgeous he looked with makeup on but I can’t. Regrettably, I can’t say anything about what I see here in this viewing booth because they’d stop doing cute, spontaneous things like that if they knew I was studying them.
I console myself by taking a screenshot of Tom’s prettily made-up face and setting it as the desktop background of my computer monitor.
………
After their dinner of vegetarian burritos and Mexican rice, I ring through to their phone and tell Bill to turn on channel forty four as there’s something I want them to see. I’m streaming through a compilation of my favourite adult film scenes, mostly threesomes featuring two young male actors and other older guys. Sitting back with a smirk, I wonder how long it will take Bill and Tom to figure out what they’re watching.
“Tom, come here,” Bill calls out as he settles on the lounge with the remote control and a cigarette. “Koji wants us to watch something.”
Warily, Tom emerges from the bathroom, a string of dental floss held between his fingers. “What is it?”
“I dunno. He just told us to watch it.”
At first the scene on the TV screen is just getting started with three guys meeting outside in a European city. They all have short brown hair, gelled and styled trendily, and have clearly been spending time in suntan salons, going by the bronzed hue of their complexions. They glance at each other suggestively on a staircase and then follow each other back to a room for some small talk. They are all Czech performers but there are German subtitles at the bottom in yellow.
Frowning at the less-than-polished acting and dubious set, Tom queries, “Is this gay porn?”
“I think so.” As the guys move in close and begin to fondle and kiss each other, Bill answers unnecessarily, “Yeah, definitely so.”
“Great,” Tom mumbles sarcastically as he tosses the floss in the bin. “You’re not gonna watch this shit, are you?”
“Why not?” Bill shrugs. “It might be interesting.”
“Interesting?” The straighter teen makes a scoffing noise but he plonks down on the couch anyway, possibly hoping a girl will show up in the movie somewhere. “Hey, is this that channel that never has anything on it?”
Bill nods absently. “Maybe it’s a pay-per-view channel. Koji must have paid for this movie.”
“You mean, he’s probably in his room right now, looking at this and jacking off like some creepy perve?”
“Probably.”
Actually, regardless of what Tom thinks, I’m not watching the film. I’ve already seen it. I’m more drawn to him and Bill and what their reactions are going to be once they realise what they’re seeing.
As the male actors get more and more familiar with each other, starting to remove clothing and rubbing at each other’s crotches, Tom grimaces.
“Gay. Why are we even watching this, Bill?”
“He told us to,” Bill murmurs, turning the volume up with a press of a button. “Said we might learn something.”
“He wishes. I dunno about you but I don’t need to know this kinda crap.”
“We should watch it. He’ll probably ask us questions on it later. Think of it as homework, Tom.”
“This is the worst assignment I’ve ever had in my life,” the older twin mutters, unimpressed.
When the two youngest porn actors drop their pants, get to their knees and start enthusiastically licking and sucking the third guy’s dick, Tom shifts awkwardly on the couch, looking away in discomfort and then occasionally peering back at the double blow-job with a cringing sideways glance. The third actor then becomes the meat in the sandwich, fucking one guy from behind while being fucked by the other, Tom reacting to the explicit scene by making an array of disgusted noises and grossed-out faces. He looks like he’s gonna puke. All you can see on screen is a sea of tanned, smooth male flesh and muscles, flashes of tongues, nipples, hard cocks, swinging balls and shaved assholes.
If you’re not used to gay pornography it can be shocking to watch but Bill seems utterly fascinated by all these body parts and how they fit together. However, it’s Tom who first notices something unusual about the whole thing. In a suspicious tone, he says, “Bill, am I seeing things or do those two smaller guys look really alike?”
Also paying more attention to the performers’ faces, Bill answers interestedly, “Huh. You’re right. They DO look alike.”
Squinting, Tom guesses, “Are they…are they meant to be brothers or something?”
As soon as Tom says that, Bill’s eyes go wide with shock, only now realising just how jarringly similar the actors are. They’re practically mirror images, with perfectly muscled bodies and bronze skin, the same boyishly handsome looks, cropped hair and corresponding hazelnut-brown eyes.
“Oh my God. Tom, they’re not just brothers. They’re twins! They have to be.” He faces Tom with incredulity. “That’s why Koji wanted us to watch this. It’s real twincest!”
“No fucking WAY,” Tom remarks in horror, staring more closely at the two younger men in the film.
“I didn’t even know this type of thing existed,” Bill gasps, seeming more astounded rather than horrified, leaning forward with avid interest. On screen, the scene has completely changed and the two siblings are alone in a lounge room together. The third guy is nowhere to be seen as this clip is from a different movie. The identical actors have turned to each other with affectionate smiles, swapping teasing remarks and light touches on the stomach and chest. Both of the men have the same facial features and are exactly the same height and build. Their arms, legs and hands match. Physically, it’s almost impossible to tell them apart. But the thing that really confirms their ‘twinness’ is the way they do things in unison – they smile at the same time, move in the same way, even speak in the same accented tone of voice.
The related sex-performers soon get closer, doing a bit of a dirty, slow dance together before exchanging soft, playful kisses with closed eyes, acting as though the camera isn’t even there and it’s just them alone in their living room. Their tongues entwine and tangle. Their shirts get pulled off. One of the actors begins to stroke his twin’s erect dick through a tight pair of underpants, the second twin pressing his hips into the caress and groaning with desire. It doesn’t look or sound fake. When the two males touch each other it’s with noticeable ease, the kind of natural familiarity that strangers don’t possess. They know what feels good because they’ve done it many times before.
And they want to do it again.
Though it’s just rather tame foreplay at this stage, Tom appears utterly shocked and repulsed, his eyebrows raised and jaw hanging open. What’s probably disturbing him the most is not the fact that these brothers are touching and kissing each other, but that they’re doing it so tenderly and lovingly, with no shame whatsoever. They’re actually enjoying it. The young Czech men in the pornographic film meet each other’s eyes with an equal look of shared passion and longing, slipping out of their underwear and sitting on a couch naked together. One of them gently pushes the other back. When the first short-haired twin starts nibbling and laying kisses down his brother’s lustfully arching body, towards a carbon-copy cock, Tom goes rigid where he sits, his jaw clamping shut. There is a close-up shot of the second actor’s tip sinking into the first one’s mouth, both of the porn stars letting out matching moans at precisely the same moment.
“This is sick!” Tom angrily spits, quickly getting up and hitting the OFF button on the television, then holding his hand out to Bill. “Give me the remote. I don’t care how interesting you think it is, you’re not turning it back on!”
His cheeks flushing, Bill passes over the control, not game to argue.
Damn. They didn’t even get to the really good parts.
………
Tom goes to bed early. It seems he wants to avoid talking about the porn film. I know it disturbed him but he needed to see that twincest is real, not just some fantasy made up by teenage girls (or guys like me), and that it actually happens in real life, with real people. Eyes closed against the light, he lays there waiting for Bill to finish up in the bathroom and turn the lamp off. When the brunette twin returns after brushing his teeth and plucking out a few stray eyebrow hairs, Bill sits on the edge of the bed and gazes at his brother’s handsome face in the lamplight, studying him, much the same as he did when putting that makeup on Tom. Even without all the glittery shadow and Egyptian eyeliner, Bill still seems to find the other male attractive and alluring. Leaning down onto his elbow, Bill tilts his head and stares at Tom’s mouth, focusing in particular on the stainless-steel ring through the corner of his sibling’s lower lip.
Sensing that he’s being watched, the more muscled teen lifts his lashes, finding Bill’s face right above his. He blinks, staring up at Bill, clearly wondering what the second boy is up to and why he’s so damn close. Instead of pulling back, Bill leans forward and presses his lips to Tom’s, just once, and very deliberately. Then he looks down, waiting for Tom’s reaction. It is predictably startled, the dreadlocked musician drawing his brows together in confusion.
“What the hell are you doing, Bill?”
“Kissing you,” Bill answers in breathless exhilaration. “Did you like it?”
Trying to sink back further into the mattress, Tom swallows uneasily. “Is this because of that movie?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. I just want to try it. To see what it feels like.”
Undeterred by Tom’s alarm, Bill begins to lean down again, focused only on tasting his twin’s identically-shaped mouth. Tom tries to move his face aside but Bill takes him by the jaw and keeps him still. He kisses Tom with more weight and insistence this time, Bill boldly opening his mouth and licking at his brother’s semi-circular piercing. At the unexpected feel of Bill’s tongue, Tom jerks as though burnt by a very hot iron.
“Don’t!” he yelps, putting a palm on Bill’s skinny chest and pushing him away in panic. “Don’t fucking do that. Fuck!”
Kneeling back, the younger boy frowns in disappointed puzzlement. “Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to kiss you, dammit!” Sitting up in the bed, Tom seems angry, confused, and scared all at once.
“Aren’t I pretty enough?” Bill appears hurt. “You said I was pretty.”
“No, it’s not that. I don’t want to do it because you’re my brother.”
“But that’s WHY I want to do it,” Bill insists, not understanding the difference. “I want us to be closer. Like Koji and his brother were.”
“Don’t listen to his stupid stories anymore, okay? He doesn’t even know what he’s talking about!” Tom blazes. “Genetic Sexual Attraction is nothing but bullshit. Just bullshit, Bill! Don’t you believe it for one second.”
“But what about those news reports we saw, about the brothers and sisters meeting and falling in love? The twins accidentally getting married? How do you explain that?”
“Just a bunch of bad coincidences.”
“And the guys in the movie? They’re brothers and they know it. They didn’t seem to care what people think; they looked like they really loved each other.”
“They’re ACTORS,” Tom says bluntly. “They were only acting. Even if they are real twins, they just fuck for the money. They’re profiting off other people’s perverted fantasies. They’re not in love and their relationship isn’t real.”
“Well, I think it is,” Bill protests.
“Well, you’re a dumbass, aren’t you?”
With that curt dismissal, Tom ends the conversation and rolls over, turning his back to Bill and giving a clear warning for the younger male to stick to his own half of the bed and not touch him again.
Getting that blunt hint, Bill huffs in annoyance and throws himself over onto his side as well, mirroring Tom’s position. He reaches out and switches the lamp off, sulking in the dark at his brother’s rude rejection.
Sometime later, Bill speaks, sounding grumpy.
“Hey, Tom?”
“What?”
“I don’t want to kiss you anymore. You’re a jerk.”
“Good. You’re an idiot.”
“I hate you.”
“I hate you too. Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep.”
Bill’s answer to that is another loud huff. Tom might have pushed him away this time but I get the feeling Bill won’t give up that easily. When he wants something, I bet he’ll do whatever it takes to get it.
He will show Tom that stubbornness runs in the family.
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