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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: Thank you very much to Fire_Demon for the congrats and yes, I've seen Bill's ever-changing appearance these days. Long blond hair...I wonder what he'll do next? o.O Anyway, hope you enjoy this update :)

Chapter 17. Twin Pleasure
I leave the camera running though the night. Upon rising early in the morning, I check the recording of the boys, carelessly fast-forwarding through their sleeping hours, not expecting to see anything happen. But I hit ‘play’ and sit up straighter in my chair when Bill starts to do something unusual at around three-thirty am.
He starts to touch Tom. The older twin is asleep and reclined on his belly, face buried in a pillow and dreadlocks flung to one side. The sheets and blankets are bunched around his waist, leaving his arms, shoulders and spine bare. A very awake Bill wriggles up to him and reaches out with one hand. His searching fingertips connect with nude skin and he begins to stroke over Tom’s muscular back and shoulder blades, very lightly.
Tom murmurs in his sleep, unknowingly enjoying the touch of his own brother. Since he’s not being pushed aside, Bill continues his early-morning exploration, sliding his hand down further, beneath the rumpled bedcovers and into Tom’s boxer shorts. The brunette cups a firm buttock and gently squeezes it, resulting in a soft moan from Tom. Bill’s arm shifts as he delves deeper underneath the blankets. He must have touched some place that Tom doesn’t agree with because the dreadlocked boy’s eyes suddenly snap open in the dark.
“What the hell?” Tom curses, grabbing Bill’s wrist and trying to dislodge the intruding fingers. Throwing Bill’s arm away, Tom rolls over, frantically finds the nearest lamp and switches it on, looking around him and appearing quite alarmed indeed. When he realises it’s only his little brother, Tom relaxes somewhat, leaning back onto his elbows with an exhaled huff of both relief and annoyance.
“Shit, Bill,” he grumbles. “I thought Cujo was in here molesting me.”
“Nope. He’s not here.”
“Thank fuck for that.” Squinting at his slimmer sibling beside him, Tom asks, “What were you doing, anyway?”
“This,” Bill whispers, stroking a palm over Tom’s nude chest and sliding sensuously down a six-pack stomach.
“Stop it!” Tom hisses, shoving Bill’s hand away for the second time.
“But I want to be closer to you, Tomi,” the slender nineteen year old urges. “Don’t you like being close to me?”
“Not like THAT,” Tom objects, grumpy and tired. “We’ve already had this conversation, Bill. We can’t touch each other because we’re brothers and it’s wrong.”
“Koji touched HIS brother.”
“I don’t give a shit what that fucker did! He’s sick in the head,” the older boy rants. “He’s trying to twist your mind, to make you do what he wants you to do. He wants to make you sick like he is.”
“There’s nothing sick about loving someone, especially not your own twin.” Not giving up yet, the pretty singer presses up against Tom, his voice needy. “Koji cared about his brother more than anything in the world. Don’t you care about me?”
Tom makes a sound of sheer exasperation, pushing Bill aside yet again. “It’s because I CARE about you that I won’t let this happen. I don’t want to ruin your life, Bill. Why won’t you understand that?”
“You won’t ruin me. Koji said that being with his brother made him happy.” Bill’s eyes are large and pleading as he gazes at his identical sibling. “Don’t you want me to be happy, Tom? Don’t you want to be happy too?”
“God, he’s completely brainwashed you with that twincest crap. You don’t even know what you’re asking!”
“Yes, I do.” Desperate for affection, Bill attempts to caress Tom’s face but gets roughly slapped away instead. “I just want to love you!”
“Well, love me from over that side of the bed, okay? With your mind. Not with your hands. Touch me again and I’ll break your fucking fingers!”
And with that brusque refusal, Tom switches the lamp off, rolls over to the far edge of the mattress and tries to get some more uninterrupted and unmolested rest.
Knowing he’s lost this round, Bill sighs in utter frustration but finally leaves Tom alone.
………
An hour or so later, when everything is silent and still, Bill gets the urge to start touching again. This time he touches not Tom but himself. With my night-vision camera I can see the younger teen’s hand moving under the sheets. I can see him pressing his lips together, trying to keep quiet but a few soft, pleasured noises escape from his throat. He must be thinking about the bi porn film I showed them earlier and is hoping to get some quick relief while it’s dark and Tom is off in dream land. Or so Bill thinks.
“Must you do that right beside me?”
At Tom’s tightly uncomfortable tone, Bill freezes, his eyes popping open. Then a defiant expression crosses his face and he replies rebelliously, “It’s my body. I can do what I want with it.”
“Go do it in the bathroom.”
“No. It’s cold in the bathroom.”
Gritting out his words, Tom says, “I REALLY don’t need to hear this, Bill.”
“Well, too bad,” Bill retorts. “I’m doing it here. If you don’t like it, YOU go to the bathroom, then.”
Tom doesn’t do that. He just tries to ignore what’s happening behind him, covering his ears. But it doesn’t work. The sound of Bill’s heavy breathing and sexually aroused murmurs still filter through his fingers and on top of that he can feel every movement Bill makes, the mattress jiggling rhythmically beneath them both. Realising it’s useless, Tom uncovers his ears in defeat and flops over onto his back, staring blindly up at the ceiling. His naked chest rises and falls with each breath. His nipples have tightened involuntarily. He looks tormented, torn between not wanting to hear his little brother getting off and badly needing to share his twin’s experience and be a part of it. Even though his brain doesn’t want him to get excited, his body does, reacting simply because Bill is horny and he feels whatever Bill feels, particularly when they are this close together physically.
“I can’t wait until I lose my virginity,” Bill unexpectedly enthuses. “What’s sex feel like?”
After a moment of silence, Tom reluctantly admits, “Good.”
“Do you think I’ll like it?”
“Probably. I mean, I don’t know what it’s like with other men,” the older one grants, “but with girls it’s pretty good.”
“It’d be awesome if you could be there too, Tom. You could show me what to do because I honestly have no idea,” the younger one confesses.
Tom blinks in the dark, surprised by the proposal.
“If we found a girl who likes both of us, we could play with her together. You could show me how to please her with my mouth, because I know you’re an expert at that. You could teach me how to use my tongue on her.” The sheets start slipping downward, revealing Bill’s blood-swelled cock and the fingers wrapped around it. He strokes them up and down as he talks, his tightened ball-sack lifting with each stroke.
“You could lick her clit first and then I’d do it after you. Girls like tongue-piercings, right? With that and your lip-ring, we could really drive her crazy, get her pussy dripping wet.”
Bill is saying exactly the things that he knows Tom will like. I can tell Tom likes it because the blankets are over his hips and I can see a prominent bulge beneath them. He’s also tonguing the steel semi-circle in his lower lip, flicking it back and forth as he contemplates doing what Bill’s so brazenly suggesting. It’s taboo but not exactly unheard of. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time in history a couple of brothers have shared the same girl in bed.
“And when she can’t take us licking her any longer, you can hold her legs apart for me and watch as I slide into her, all the way up.”
At the thought of watching his little brother lose his cherry, Tom bites his lip to prevent a groan from escaping, his dick twitching under the layer of bedding. His fingers also twitch, as if he wants to touch it but he doesn’t.
The cover of darkness allows Bill to be as bold as he dares, confident that Tom won’t see him, and so without the fear of embarrassment he kicks the sheets and blankets completely away from his legs, then spreads his slim thighs and lifts his knees higher, exposing his tight, tiny pucker, his hand going straight down there.
“I wonder what it’s like to have someone inside you,” he muses. Wetting a finger with his own saliva, Bill circles it around his virgin entrance, letting out a long, slow breath as he carefully works his white-tipped nail through and pushes in, no doubt imagining it’s his older sibling entering him. He remembers that story I told him, about how me and Keiichi used to listen to each other pleasuring ourselves, and he wants to do the same with Tom. Even if Tom won’t touch him, Bill still wants to make them closer and this is one way to do that.
“You could show me, Tom.” Bill pushes deeper into himself, giving a low, throaty moan. “You could do it to me while I’m doing her…”
Tom’s reaction is immediate and appalled, his half-lowered eyelids flying open in the dark, his whole body turning tense and rigid. “Bill, quit it,” he harshly rasps. “You’re going too far now!”
“Shh,” the younger one hushes. “Don’t talk. Just listen.”
“Please stop, I don’t want to…” Tom begs, sounding anxious and afraid by what else Bill is going to say.
“It’s okay if you listen, Tomi. It’s not wrong because you’re not doing anything. It’s not wrong. I promise it isn’t.”
Tortured by his own dark desires, as well as Bill’s persuasive reasoning, Tom closes his eyes as though he’s greatly suffering but he doesn’t get up and leave. He could escape to the bathroom, shutting the door and drowning out the sound of Bill’s moans with the running shower but he stays. He stays in the bed and listens. He might believe that the right thing to do is to walk away but he’s far too turned-on now to leave. He can’t see what Bill is doing with each of his hands in the pitch-black room but he must be able to guess, hearing all the noises coming from Bill’s side of the mattress. There are the familiar, dry friction ones of a palm repetitively pumping on a stiff shaft and there are also moist, slippery sounds, separate to the others – the sound of somebody shamelessly fingering themselves.
“Maybe we could both do her at once,” Bill continues in a sex-deepened voice, dribbles of clear syrup beginning to ooze from the top of his cock as his excitement increases. He uses that syrup to moisten his fingers even further.
“Like in that movie – me in her pussy and you in her ass. That would be so fucking hot.”
This time, Tom can’t hold the groan in. His fists are clamped by his sides, forcing them to stay still and not reach for his prick, even though he must really, really ache to. It throbs, silently crying out for attention and not receiving any. The blanket is stretched firmly over his pulsing erection and the pressure must be absolutely maddening to him but Tom refuses to give in and touch it.
Not even trying to stop, Bill keeps stimulating his slender body, his long legs spread wantonly on the mattress as one hand tugs his leaking maleness and the other delves inside himself, the brunette boy now using two slick fingers, the middle and ring ones, resulting in what looks like a pornographic rock-on symbol between his thighs. He is alternating between moaning and talking, while Tom lies there in deeply pained arousal, chewing on his lip-piercing and listening to it all.
“Or maybe we could both fit into her cunt at the same time,” Bill suggests wickedly, knowing exactly how much Tom is getting off on this. “We could stretch her wide open with our cocks and screw her together, both of us covered in her cream. Mmm… We could make that bitch moan like a whore for us.”
A few disbelieving swear words pass through Tom’s gritted teeth, having never heard his innocent little brother say such lewd, obscene things before. His fists are clenched so tightly that his knuckles are white and veins are popping out under the skin of his stiffened arms. His muscled chest and rippled belly are taut and strained. His thick brows are knitted together in a tight tension-frown, his forehead is covered in sweat-beads and he is quietly panting, trying to keep himself under control but I can see it slipping significantly, especially when he hears the slapping sound of Bill jacking his erect length, the younger twin starting to speak more urgently and breathlessly the closer he gets to his sexual peak.
“And then after we’re done with her…you can pull your dick out and shove it in my mouth. I would suck it clean for you. Oh God, Tom, I would do anything you wanted,” Bill moans in desperation. “I would let you put it inside me… I would let you screw me, just like that guy in the movie...”
Madly working those spit-covered fingers in and out of his sweet little hole, Bill finally comes, arching his back as a load of semen shoots from within his fisted hand, spurting across his stomach and hip-tattoo, decorating the black inked star with white spatters.
“Fuck, Tom,” he swears in a gasp, pretty face screwed up in climax. “I wish your cock was in me so fucking hard right now!”
Tom doesn’t want to get off on that but it’s too late. He’s already coming, shuddering under the blanket as he soaks his shorts. He’s got an open-mouthed expression similar to the one he wore in the bathroom the other night, as he shamefully whacked off on the toilet. But this time he didn’t even touch himself, not once. Bill talked him straight into orgasm.
As the last of the opaque seminal fluid drips out of the tip of his dick, Bill emits a whimpering groan and then collapses back onto the mattress, breathing rapidly and exhaustedly, his face flushed and sweaty. He takes a minute or two to recover, still holding his limp organ.
“Tomi?” he whispers soon after. “Did you come?”
Tom doesn’t answer.
“I know you did; I felt it. And it’s okay,” the younger boy continues softly. “It’s okay because we love each other.”
Again, no reply.
Staring sightlessly up at the ceiling, Tom still looks shaken and shocked by what just happened. He’s probably never came quite like that before, hands-free, just to the sound of someone else’s voice. Actually, I don’t think it’s that occurrence that’s disturbed him so much; I believe his shock concerns the fact that it was Bill’s voice he heard and the extreme dirtiness of the things his baby brother said. They were spoken in the heat of the moment but I don’t doubt that Bill meant every word. He really does want to do those things with Tom and now they both know it.
This is another huge, positive step in the right direction for them, Bill’s admission of secret brotherly lust and Tom’s resulting orgasm over it bringing the boys that much closer towards full lovemaking. However, they are not there yet. Admitting and acknowledging those feelings is only the beginning of the journey and they still have some way to go. But I am very, very pleased with this development, and with both of them.
The two German musicians lie on their backs with the blankets pulled up to their waists, neither of them speaking nor touching. They stay like that for ages, both gazing up at the roof in the dark, a noticeable gap between them on the bed. I don’t think they dare to turn the lights on, afraid of what they might see in each other’s faces. Bill fidgets a bit, picking and nibbling at his nails. He has wiped off his belly and put his boxer shorts back on. He appears nervous, as if he thinks Tom might be mad at him for what he did but the other teenager isn’t. The expression on Tom’s face is not one of anger. Because it wasn’t actual twin-to-twin sexual contact, and he wasn’t forced to do anything, Tom has got no reason to be angry by what happened or what he was coaxed to do but it has undeniably affected him. He seems stunned, as if he received a blow to the head, but I can almost see the wheels in his brain turning like frantic little cogs. He’s got to be thinking seriously about this event and what it means, about what impact it may have on his and Bill’s relationship now that he knows the truth.
Bill is probably pondering the exact same thing but is too frightened to ask.
It seems they reach some kind of unspoken agreement to not talk about it at all because eventually they roll over in opposite directions and try to go back to sleep.
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