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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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In the morning, they change clothes, Bill into an orange tracksuit with a zip-up front and Tom into dark blue jeans and a checked hoodie-jacket. He’s not wearing one of his usual baseball caps but a stretchy knitted thing that goes over his ears and holds his dreads back out of his face. It’s almost like a wide headband. I like it because it allows his locks to hang free down his back. I enjoy seeing them long and loose like that. It makes me want to touch them.
Tom is still pissed off that Bill tried to kiss him. He’s not really pissed off at Bill but at me, because I’m the one who planted the idea in Bill’s impressionable little mind by showing them that twincest film.
When they sit down at the conference room table, I ask Bill if they watched it.
“Um, only some bits.” Faint colour tints his cheeks as he nervously plays with the bracelets on his wrist. “We didn’t watch it all.”
“Why not?”
A quick glance to Tom. “We weren’t…comfortable with it.”
More like Tom wasn’t comfortable with it. If he hadn’t switched it off, I think curious Bill probably would have finished the whole thing.
“Well, what did you think of the parts you saw?”
Bill opens his mouth and closes it before asking uncertainly, “Are they really twins?”
“Yes, they are. They’re around your age, Bill. Younger, even.”
“Really?” Bill’s eyebrows rise to create incredulous lines. “Is that even legal?”
“The age of consent in the Czech Republic is fifteen and they have no sodomy laws there,” I explain. “Strictly speaking, there is a maximum penalty of two years imprisonment for anyone charged with sexual intercourse with a relative or sibling but nobody is enforcing that law upon these boys, probably because they’re clearly consenting and utterly open about their relationship. Do you know why I showed you those clips of them?”
Looking at me, Bill slowly shakes his head. Tom’s arms are crossed over his chest and his gaze is sullenly fixed on the table, the older boy pretending he’s not listening but I can tell that he is.
“It’s because I wanted you to see what twin-love really looks like. They’ve been sleeping together since they were young teens and they openly admit it. They confess that they are each other’s boyfriends and claim that apart from when they are working, they don’t have sex with anyone else. They say they don’t want or need anybody else. They are best friends, lovers and complete soul mates, in every way.”
I give a small laugh of amazement. “Do you know how thrilled I was when I first found out about them? ‘Finally’, I thought. ‘Here are two people just like me and Keiichi!’ Only they are much braver than my brother and I ever were because they don’t hide their relationship from anybody. In fact, they’re the bravest twins I’ve ever heard of. They want to show the world how much they love and desire each other and aren’t afraid of what people think. Could you see it, Bill? Could you see the tender way they touched each other? Could you see the depth of their bond?”
Biting his lip, the pretty nineteen year old nods in affirmation. “But Tom said it was acting. He said they just do it for the money.”
“It’s true that they earn a decent income out of what they do but there’s no acting involved. Not between the two of them. Nobody is that good at faking it. They’re quite popular, you know. A lot of people are disgusted and revolted by what they do but an equal number are absolutely captivated and enthralled. People are amazed that such closeness and passion exists between brothers and they want that for themselves.”
Leaning in closer and questioning softly, I prompt, “You want it too, don’t you, Bill?”
Tom chooses that moment to clear his throat very loudly, glaring first at Bill and then at me.
“And what’s the matter with you this morning, Tom?” I ask him mildly.
“Nothing.” His glare doesn’t waver.
“It’s obviously something. Care to tell me what it is?”
“Nope.”
“I might be able to help. Perhaps if you let me know what’s on your mind, I can offer some advice.”
“I don’t want your fucking advice. You don’t know shit anyway.”
“Actually, I am older than you and have a lot more life experience than you do. I’m sure I can assist you with whatever problem you’re having.”
“You know what my problem is?” Tom counteracts aggressively. “You!”
“Is that really it? Me?” I quiz. “Or is it something that happened last night?”
His face hardens. “Piss off.”
“Tom, please try to be a little more respectful when I’m talking to you.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Piss off, PLEASE.”
Growing irritated with his rudeness, I sharpen my tone. “I advise you to rein in your attitude, young man.”
Ever the rebel, Tom retorts, “Well, I advise you to lick my big, hairy balls.”
Then he turns away and ignores me in a deliberate show of disrespect. For that, I feel like ripping his lip-ring clean out and then backhanding him straight from his chair, belting him so hard that he’ll have headaches for days. Instead of giving in to my potentially lethal temper, I begin to formulate another ideal, less-violent punishment.
Humiliation.
For someone as highly difficult and unco-operative as Tom, a little degrading treatment should work wonders. I can’t force him to like me, but I’m damn well going to make him show me some respect.
“You have a dirty mouth, Tom Kaulitz. If you’re going to talk to me like a street-whore, then I’m going to treat you like one. Get over here and get on your knees.”
Now he pays attention, jerking his head around and staring at me.
“You heard me,” I continue, watching his reaction. “You’re going to give me a blow job. Right here, right now.”
“The hell I am!”
“Do you want me to force you? Because I can,” I threaten calmly. “I know certain pressure points on the body that cause so much intense pain, you’ll scream and offer to do anything just so I’ll let you go.”
Gripping the edge of the table, he snarls, “You put your filthy fucking dick anywhere near me and I’ll bite it off.”
“Listen closely, Tom. I won’t let you boys go back to your room until I’m satisfied. Do you understand?” I lean forward, my menacing amber gaze as hard as stone. “You either blow me - without biting - or I will make Bill do it. What would you prefer?”
His face blanches. Bill is wearing a similarly paled expression, the brothers glancing to each other in shared dread. Of course, I’m not really going to force either of them to suck me off but I want them to THINK that I will. I want to provoke strong emotional reactions from both of the twins, so that when they go back to their room, they’ll be all shaken up and hopefully turn to each other for support, consolation and reassurance. That’s my plan. It could be a terrible plan or a brilliant one - I’m not sure yet. But I’m gonna go with it and see what happens.
“You’re not…serious, are you?” Tom asks, slowly and uneasily.
“Oh, I am. Deadly. Now, quit asking questions and do what you’re told or I’ll teach your innocent little brother how to instead.” Switching my focus to a wide-eyed Bill, I remark leeringly, “Look at those pretty pink lips – just made for sucking cock. I bet he could learn how to be real good at it.”
“Shut up,” Tom growls but I carry on taunting him.
“He even has a tongue ring. I can’t wait to see how that feels.” My voice matches my smirk. “You wanna watch, Tommy? Hm? You wanna watch Bill blowing me?”
“Don’t you dare!” The older boy jumps out of his seat, fists balled up. “Don’t you fucking touch him, you sick bastard!”
“Well, suck me and I won’t have to.” Pushing my chair back, I spread my thighs, motioning to my groin. “Come on, gangsta. Put that dirty mouth of yours to good use.”
He doesn’t reply, just flares his nostrils, his fists tightening and lifting as if ready for a fight. Keen to see if he’ll have a go at me, I get up in a confronting manner and he takes a reactive step back.
“What’s the matter, Tom? Chicken?” I ridicule him, stepping around the table and making him retreat even more. “What are you afraid of, huh? That you might like it?”
“Stay the fuck away from me, you psychopath,” he warns lowly, pointing in my direction.
Okay, I know I have issues but there’s one thing I hate being called and it’s a psycho. Psychopaths lack a conscience and they don’t feel guilt or remorse for any harm they cause. In fact, they don’t feel much of anything at all and if Tom knew what the term really meant, and how emotionally invested I actually get in other people sometimes, he wouldn’t say that about me or point at me in such an accusing manner. For fuck’s sake, I’m trying to get him and Bill to LOVE each other, to make them closer and happier. A true psycho wouldn’t even care about their damn happiness and would just rape and kill them both without a second thought.
This prejudice - it kind of upsets me.
Using one hand, I slap Tom’s arm aside and then quickly drive the first two fingertips of the other into his jugular notch - the little hollow at the centre of his collarbones, where a pressure point is located. Tom jerks, giving a small gasp. When that weak spot is struck or dug into, it momentarily stuns an opponent, making them feel as though they’ve been winded or hit in the throat. It’s also painful, Tom instinctively stumbling backwards when I do it again and again, the kid flinching with every jab. He tries to block me but I’m too fast, like a striking cobra.
“Look at you run,” I taunt as I stalk him across the room, Tom backing off and sidestepping to keep distance between us. “You talk tough but you’re a scared little bitch inside, aren’t you?”
Bill has leapt out of his chair, hands covering his mouth in horror. He wants to stop me harassing Tom but he also knows from previous experience that it’s not possible. I’ll just shove his skinny ass out of the way and continue. He can’t do anything but watch as I make Tom surrender. I soon have the older teenager cornered, Tom frantically looking for an escape route but finding none. Just using two forked fingers, I stab further and harder into the soft spot at the base of his throat, connecting with his windpipe. He lets out a choked cough and grabs my wrist, trying to twist it aside.
While both his hands are busy attempting to push me away, I kick Tom’s foot sideways to put him off-balance and then spin him around to take hold of his right arm, swiftly lifting it straight out backwards behind him at an uncomfortable angle while pressing down hard on his shoulder, on the same side. He yelps and buckles, dropping to his knees on the floor in front of me, facing the wall. Though he is a tall, strong, fit young male I’ve made him completely submit in a few simple moves.
“See how easily I can force you to kneel, Tom?” Roughly, I push him forward, until his banded forehead is almost touching the concrete wall before us. “Now, while you’re down there, you’re gonna turn around, take out my cock and put it in your mouth.”
“No,” he grits out, still struggling to get off his knees.
“Yes.”
Grabbing a fistful of Tom’s loose dreads, I unmercifully yank his head back, making him look at me. His gaze is full of black hate, teeth bared in a snarl. I grasp his jaw with my other hand, digging my thumb into the area just behind his earlobe where another pressure point is. He cries out as severe pain shoots along his jawbone and neck, trying to lift up out of my grip but I have him held secure and immobile. I dig my thumb in more, pressing hard against the highly sensitive nerve. Tom cries out louder, a look of excruciating torture twisting across his handsome face. His eyes are tearing up and he’s clutching my arm helplessly. I know this hurts him but it’s only temporary and won’t cause any real damage. As soon as I release him, the pain will end. I’m just waiting for him to crack. The moment he breaks down and starts begging and sobbing, that’s when I’ll let him go. When he cries, he’s vulnerable and that’s when he allows Bill to get closer, to hug him and soothe him. Perhaps he might even let Bill kiss his tears away.

“It’s you or Bill, Tommy-gun,” I mock him cruelly from above, driving my thumb in deeper behind his ear, his body convulsing with agony. “Who’s it gonna be? How much do you love your little brother, huh? How far are you willing to go to protect him?”
“STOP IT! Stop hurting him!” Bill screams out suddenly and angrily. “I’ll do it, okay? I’LL DO IT!”
I halt, glancing to him in surprise. “Do what, Bill?”
“What you said. If you let Tom go.”
“You’ll give me oral sex?”
“Yes.” In a quieter tone, the slim teen volunteers, “If you do what I want, I’ll do what you want.”
Now, this I had not foreseen. He’s bargaining with me. And he means it.

“Bill, no!” Tom gasps, craning his neck to throw his twin a frantic look.
“It’s okay, Tomi,” Bill hushes before looking back to me in desperation, his eyes large and pleading. “Let him go now, Koji. Please.”
I release Tom and slowly let go of his hair, the dreadlocks slipping out of my hand, leaving him slumped in the corner, rubbing his jaw and panting with weakened relief. I stare at Bill, wondering if he’s got the backbone to follow through with his bold words.
“Well, here I am, Bilbo,” I prod, stepping back and spreading my arms invitingly. “Come blow me.”
The brunette boy swallows nervously, glancing at my groin.
Then he steps forward. Towards me.
“Don’t. Bill, don’t,” Tom implores, realising that Bill is really going to do it. “You don’t have to!”
“Yes, I do. Just stay there,” Bill firmly instructs him, pointing at the corner. “Don’t move. Don’t say anything. Don’t even look, all right? Just let me do this so we can get out of here.”
“But Bill…” Tom tries again, Bill shutting him up with a fierce glower. The younger twin can be extremely single-minded and determined when he chooses to be. If he decides to do something, he damn well does it and Tom knows it’s useless to argue, judging by how he falls silent, looking defeated and sick by what’s about to happen.
“Don’t look, Tom,” Bill repeats, turning back to me. He kneels, staring at my zipper.
“Last chance to back out, Billie-boy,” I offer, fully prepared to let the poor kid off the hook but he fearlessly gazes up at me, showing a toughness far greater than his frail frame would suggest.
“I’m NOT backing out,” he states irritably. “I’m not weak and pathetic like everyone thinks I am. I can fucking do this!”
Before I can even reply to that he’s lifting up the front of my shirt and yanking down my fly.
I freeze on the spot. I should push Bill aside; I should stop this. My game has gone too far. One of the rules I made for myself was no sexual contact with either of the boys. I am not supposed to touch them and they shouldn’t be touching me. But for some reason, with Bill’s ladylike hand reaching into my pants, I can’t do a damn thing about it.
As he takes out my dick, I realise with disbelief that I’m hard. Even though I jacked off in the shower this morning to prevent something like this from happening, it clearly wasn’t enough. His delicate fingers are cool against the swollen heat of my flesh. He’s wearing rings; there’s one on his thumb too. He studies me, swallowing his nerves and sharpening his determination. I stay frozen until his lips make contact with my tip and he gives it a quick lick. Inhaling a gasp, I jerk. He looks up uncertainly, as if he’s done something wrong, and I force myself to stand still. Refocusing, Bill decides to quit the shy, tentative approach and just get it over with, the singer squeezing his eyes shut and resolutely engulfing me with an opened mouth. Wetness surrounds my length with a hot jolt and I reflexively reach out behind me, finding the back of a chair and leaning onto it to prevent myself from keeling over in shock.
I cannot believe he is doing it.
His lips pull away and I feel the small metal ball of his tongue-stud rolling down the underside of my shaft like a tiny marble. Drawing in a deep breath through my nostrils, I have to grit my teeth not to moan out loud at how sexually intense it is. Although this is an extremely erotic situation, I have to keep up the pretence of the cold, unemotional abductor who is affected by nothing. I can’t let on that my heart is pounding like a jackhammer and my legs are actually about to crumble on me.
Opening up wider, Bill starts to swallow me down as far as he can go and then stops about three quarters of the way with a muffled choking sound, unable take my entire length in one hit. I’m not huge by any means but this is his first time at giving oral sex so it’s understandable that he can’t do it properly. However, that doesn’t deter this strong-willed nineteen year old; he simply uses his hand as well, to stroke the part he can’t get into his mouth. He holds me like his holds his microphone - three fingers on top, thumb below, Bill slipping his little finger underneath the base of my dick for his own comfort. Gripping me like so, he works the wider part of my manhood, sliding the skin over it in repetitive pulling motions, sending tingling waves of pleasure into my belly. While Bill is working on me, I brush the layered fringe out of his face so I can see better, lightly cupping his head as it moves back and forth at crotch-level.
As if in a dream, I stare down in aroused awe, loving the sight of those gorgeous bubblegum-pink lips around my cock. His eyes are closed and brows drawn together in concentration, his model-like cheekbones sticking out as he sucks. Awkward at first, Bill soon finds a rhythm with what he’s doing to my saliva-slick organ, sucking half and stroking half, the metal rings on his fingers and the silver rod pierced through his tongue adding exotic dimensions to an already mind-blowing sensation for me. For a virgin, he’s doing a damn fine job of it. Deep down, I know I shouldn’t let Bill do this to me but I don’t want him to stop. I haven’t had anyone suck me off in years and it feels too fucking amazing – warmer, wetter and more electric than I even remember. Knowing that Tom is witnessing this only increases the guilty lust I’m feeling to an extreme level and I slide my heavy-lidded eyes over to him, wanting to see how he’s handling this.
The older teen is silently dying in the corner, curled up into a huddled ball, his whole body shaking with impotent anger, despair and distress. As much as he doesn’t want to, he is still watching. He can’t see everything as Bill’s back is to him, his dark head blocking the view, but Tom knows exactly what pornographic deed the younger boy is performing on me, and how big of a sacrifice his innocent sibling is making to get them both out of this room. His hands are fisted in his dreadlocks, pressing over his ears as if to block out the moist, obscene slurping sounds that Bill is making and the jangle of bracelets along a slender wrist. Tom’s crying, soundless tears running down his screwed-up face. To him, it must feel like Bill is being raped right in front of his eyes. I know Tom is under great psychological strain right now and I’m so very sorry to be the cause of it but I really think he needs to see this. He needs to see Bill sexually maturing. Tom needs to see his little brother growing up and losing some of his childish innocence. It’s the only way things will ever change between them.
Besides, if Bill can do this to me, he can certainly do it to his identical twin.
My stomach tightens, along with other lower parts. I imagine Tom in my place, the handsome German guitarist looking down as his stiff prick slides in and out of Bill’s beautiful mouth, Tom making that fucking sexy orgasm-face as he comes over his twin’s deliciously pierced tongue…
And I’m done.
Hissing, I hurriedly pull Bill off me, just as the first powerful jet of semen shoots out. It lands in the side of his hair and I let the rest of it fall there too, coming in those silky brunette strands instead of in his mouth. I’m not that sadistic that I’d make him choke on it or force him to swallow. There’s too much of the stuff. I give a couple of ecstatic shudders as the last drops of pearly liquid are squeezed from me with gut-wrenching gratification. I don’t think I’ve ever came so strongly or copiously when I’ve pleasured myself in the shower. Nothing compares to another person doing it for you. Especially when that person is Bill Kaulitz, prettiest young guy in the world.
When my climax has ceased, I hold Bill’s cheek against my hip for a short while, absently caressing his smooth jaw, hardly able to believe what just happened.
“Good boy,” I finally whisper. “You can leave now.”
He doesn’t answer, just draws away from me, blank-faced, clumps of his long ebony hair stuck together with my sperm. I tuck myself in and zip up, glancing over as Bill crouches beside his brother, looking concerned. Tom has stopped crying. Now, he just looks like a mental patient, huddled there trembling and mute in the corner.
“C’mon, Tomi. Let’s go,” Bill gently urges, helping the other teenager to stand, a pale-faced Tom hanging onto him, needing the support. He can barely walk. He can’t even talk. He’s too distraught. I just put on my impassive face and open the door for them, standing there as if I’m bored now and that they should get the hell out.
With his arm around Tom, Bill leads them both away, back to their own room. Once inside, Bill gets a tissue and wipes his hair with it. Tom is sitting shell-shocked on the bed, staring into space.
“Tom? You okay?”
Bill has to repeat his question twice before Tom answers and even then the older boy shakes his head, dreadlocks swaying listlessly around his ashen face. Even though no real harm was done to him, he looks seriously traumatised. And he won’t speak a single word.
“Come on, Tomi. Stop it,” Bill orders. “You’re freaking me out.”
When that doesn’t work, Bill frowns, marches over and then slaps Tom’s face in irritation.
Tom blinks and glances up at his smaller, but bossier brother.
“Ow! What was that for?”
“You were being ridiculous and overreacting.”
“But Bill… What he made you do…” Tom’s voice sounds tormented, as though now he’s seen what happened, he can’t unsee it. Not ever.
“You shouldn’t have watched. I told you not to, dummy.” Bill’s tone is both chastising and sympathetic. “Stop fretting about it. It’s finished. And I’m perfectly okay. See?”
“But…”
“No buts. Look at me - I’m fine! I need to wash my hair,” Bill admits, gingerly holding out a stiffened section of his locks, “but I’m fine. I’m not hurt and that’s all you need to be worried about. All right?”
Seeing his logic, Tom gives a reluctant nod, sighing heavily. “I’m sorry. I should have stopped him. I should have done something...”
“There was nothing you could have done. I made the choice myself and because of it we’re back in our room and he’s leaving us alone. Now, I’m gonna take a shower. When I get out, I want to see you in a better mood. You hear me, Tom?” A bossy black-painted fingernail is aimed Tom’s way.
“No more moping or I’ll kick your ass.”
“Okay, okay,” Tom mumbles, glancing down at his sneakers. He looks back up as Bill shuts the bathroom door, the older one calling out anxiously.
“Hey, Bill? Don’t forget to rinse your mouth out! With soap!”
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A/N: What do you think will happen now? Your thoughts are gladly welcome! And thank you once more for reading this fic of mine :)
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