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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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Bill doesn’t talk to his older sibling for two whole days and nights, pissed off that Tom fucked me and didn’t tell him about it. Tom is pretty miserable, spending most of his time exercising and working out with his weights set to keep himself busy and take his mind off the upsetting fact that his little brother is giving him the silent treatment. While this is happening, I give them space to deal and hopefully reconcile on their own. They don’t need me forcing them to kiss and make up. Having said that, if this situation doesn’t resolve itself soon, I will have to step in and at least get them to talk about it. However, it turns out that my assistance is not necessary.

On the third morning Tom wakes up, expecting Bill to still be mad at him but Bill isn’t, the brunette twin proving his bad mood has gone by smiling at Tom over the pillow and leaning in to give his older brother a kiss on the stubbled cheek.

“Good morning, Tomi.”

Looking astonished at the affection he’s just received, Tom blinks, asking, “What was that for?”

“No reason.” Bill shrugs carelessly, lying on his side with his chin propped in one hand, hair mussed up. “I’m just happy today.”

“Why? Have you suddenly forgotten what I did?”

“No. I’m glad you did it.”

The more muscled male pushes up onto an elbow, squinting quizzically at his bed mate. “How on earth could you be GLAD?”

“Because I finally realised something, Tom. If you can do it with somebody you hate, then you can definitely do it with someone you love.”

Tom shuts his eyes, not wanting to discus twincest so early in the morning. Surprisingly, Bill doesn’t want to discuss it either, instead preferring to talk about me.

“I went to his room the other night, after you told me what you did.”

That makes Tom’s closed eyelids spring open.

“Don’t worry, nothing happened,” Bill quickly assures before Tom starts to glare at him. “We just talked.”

Tom’s brows draw together in a frown. “About what?”

“You. Me. Him. He said he’d have sex with you again, if you wanted to.” Bill looks at his brother. “Do you want to?”

“No!” Tom instantly objects.

The slimmer twin gives a patient smile. “It’s okay if you do. I wouldn’t be angry this time. I think it’d be great if you two spent more time together. It’s nice when you’re not fighting.”

Trying to switch subjects, Tom asks, “What else did he say?”

“He said he’d do it with me too.”

The older boy’s eyes turn to resentful slits. “Oh, did he just?”

“Not like, NOW,” Bill amends. “He meant later, like, after me and you have done it. And only if you’re all right with it. I think he wants your permission first.”

“He won’t get it. I will never be all right with that, Bill.”

“You’ll change your mind,” Bill states confidently.

“Yeah? What makes you so sure?”

“A few weeks ago, you never would have fucked a man,” the younger teen points out. “But now you have.”

“Don’t remind me,” Tom mutters, rolling over and reaching for the lighter and packet of smokes on their bedside table.

“Why? Was it really that awful?”

Mumbling around the filter of a cigarette, the first twin returns, “I’m not talking about this.”

Sounding amused, Bill replies, “If you were really that disgusted, how did you get a hard-on then, Tom? If it was so gross, how were you able to come?”

Scowling at his little brother’s cheeky teasing, Tom plucks the lit cigarette out of his mouth and snaps, “Want a punch in the face?”

At the empty threat, Bill just grins, not letting anything spoil his renewed sense of optimism. That’s what I love about Bill – no matter what happens, he always believes that everything will work out in the end.

………

Over the next few days I resume regular contact with the boys, bringing them three meals a day plus snacks, stopping to chat with them and asking if they need anything else, making sure they don’t feel neglected or start to worry that I will leave them alone again. Sometimes I stay and eat with them, Tom seeming to accept my company, all of us managing to converse like adults about adult topics. I even call on the twins to personally wish them goodnight, Bill always giving me a tight hug before he goes to bed. Sometimes in the morning, too. I’ve never been a hugger, at least not with anyone who wasn’t my brother, but he’s such a sweet boy and feels so good in my arms that I can’t refuse, squeezing him back with fondness. Occasionally, I’ll even kiss the top of his head, like a dad would do to his kid.

Astoundingly, Tom allows this exchange of physical affection. I guess he figures that if he tries to forbid the hugs, Bill’s gonna rebel and do it anyway, so he may as well let his wilful brother do it in front of him instead of having Bill sneak off in the middle of the night to come visit me alone, where a lot more than hugging could happen. The fact that Tom isn’t rushing to split us apart is a marvellous development on the older teen’s previously possessive behaviour.

I organise daily meetings in the conference room again but I don’t make the boys do anything uncomfortable anymore and I don’t push them to answer embarrassing questions like I used to. I believe we all know each other well enough by now so instead I make the meetings enjoyable for them, doing things such as screening the latest blockbuster movies (some of which aren’t even out on DVD yet), downloading them illegally from the internet just for the boys’ viewing pleasure. Soon, we don’t even meet in the conference room any longer, finding it too cold and clinical with its white tiles, harsh fluorescent lights and metal furniture, preferring to hang out in the plush carpeted games room and make use of all the arcade equipment I bought and installed in there.

We crank the jukebox up, make fresh popcorn and engage in video game warfare together, Bill absolutely delighted that I am willing to stay and play with them. I impress the twins with my sharpshooting skills in the zombie-infested haunted house, racking up the highest score ever with my plastic gun, blowing imaginary smoke off the tip of the muzzle and smugly entering my name in the hall of fame. Tom beats me in the racing car games though, fair and square, the dreadlocked teen audaciously declaring that Asians really suck at driving. Gasping, Bill claps his hands over his mouth, thinking that Tom has offended me but I just laugh, conceding that Tom is the better man behind the wheel in this instance.

His little brother also gets a chance to shine. For someone with limited co-ordination, Bill is surprisingly good at the street fighting games, having perfected his favourite character’s Brazilian break-dance styled moves. Either that or he’s just mashing the buttons together and winning by accidentally triggering killer combos. Nevertheless, he manages to kick both our butts no matter which characters Tom or I use to try and defeat him, Bill grinning widely and doing silly victory-dances every time he wins. Tom calls him a cheater and Bill calls him a sore loser back but it’s all in jest and I’m thrilled to see them getting along like normal.

Now that the bruises on my side have faded along with the pain, I can be more active so I have a go on the inflatable boxing ring with Bill. Initially, Tom is reluctant to join in because that’s where he kissed his brother for the first time, but when he sees how much fun Bill and I are having jumping around, walloping each other with oversized gloves and falling down in bouts of breathless laughter, he gets up on the bouncy piece of play equipment and in true gangsta-style, challenges both of us to attack him. We soon take him down, diving on Tom and pummelling him harmlessly with the large foamy gloves until he is laughing and out of breath too.

We even go in the ball pit and regress back to rowdy children, yelling, throwing brightly coloured plastic spheres around and swimming through the sea of balls, trying to dunk and ‘drown’ each other in them. Though we can get a little boisterous, nobody ever gets hurt and I take the opportunity to touch Tom in good-natured ways, like gently shoving him, lightly punching his shoulder or ruffling his dreads, hoping to get him used to more physical contact with me. He accepts this new playfulness I’m showing him, the older twin occasionally jostling me back.

At the end of those strenuous activities we are exhausted but exhilarated and I order greasy takeout, all of us eating it while lounging around on the floor with pillows and watching another illegally-obtained new release movie on the big television screen that’s normally used to display the zombie shooting game, Bill sometimes falling asleep cuddled up next to me before the film has even finished.

Those are some of the best days of my life.

………

One particular day, I go to see them late in the afternoon, after they’ve had their snack of banana-pecan flapjacks and cappuccinos. They got all sweaty in the games room earlier, boxing each other on the inflatable ring and now they’ve showered and changed, Tom dressed in a brown top and matching brown cap with a diamond pattern on it, Bill in black jeans and a purple printed T-shirt, his freshly-shampooed hair long and loose over his shoulders.

“Hi Koji!” Bill cheerily greets me after I open the door, rushing over to throw his arms around me. “Those pancakes were so yummy. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, cuteness.” I squeeze him back and smile, leaning on the doorway after he lets me go. “Do you mind if I borrow your brother for a while?”

“Sure.” Bill looks at me curiously and then at Tom. “What are you going to be doing?”

“We have things to discuss in private.” At the older boy’s wary glance I assure, “You’re not in trouble, Tom. I just want to talk. Man to man. Would you like to come with me?”

Knowing he really has no other choice, the older teen slowly gets up from the couch and crosses over to me, avoiding my eyes. When we’re in the games room he’s a lot more relaxed around me because he knows I’m just there to play with them but the prospect of seeing me alone, without Bill there…that worries him. It also worries Bill.

“You’re not gonna make Tom beat you up again, are you?” the younger twin asks me, his forehead crinkled in anxiousness.

“No. Nobody will come back bleeding, I promise. Let’s go, Tom.”

Wondering what I want with him, the dreadlocked guitarist apprehensively follows me as I exit into the corridor, his baggy pants almost touching the ground. With shuffling steps he routinely heads towards the conference room where we used to go for meetings but I stop him with a touch to his arm.

“Not there. We’re going to my room today.”

He hesitates, that look of guarded wariness filling his features again.

“You have nothing to worry about. I just want to hang out with you, one on one, if that’s okay.”

“All right,” he finally agrees without arguing.

I believe that all the time I’ve been spending lately with the teens, playing games, watching films and having dinner with them might have changed Tom’s opinion of me somewhat. I’ve been trying hard to prove to him that I’m not a complete monster.

I’ve totally dropped my guard around Tom, revealing personal things about myself and my past, acting like a regular human being with emotions instead of his and Bill’s cold-hearted captor. Now that I’ve explained how and why I became a kidnapper, and how it helps me deal with the loss of my twin, the boys seem to understand me more. They’re intelligent enough to realise that I didn’t have to tell them any of that and I think they appreciate my honesty.

Because of that and all the fun times we’ve been sharing this past week it’s as though we’ve all become closer somehow, and I believe they’re finally starting to see that I’m a good guy who cares about them and just wants to help them be happy. Or at least Bill sees that. With the cautious way Tom’s looking at me now I can tell he’s not one hundred percent convinced, however I’m still working on him.

Once we’re in my room, I shut the door, indicating politely to my bed. “Please, take a seat.”

He sits on the side of mattress in his usual sprawl-legged way. I sit down too, leaving enough space between us so that he doesn’t feel intimidated.

“So, how are you, Tom?”

Shrugging, he replies, “Okay.”

“You’re not still feeling guilty over what you did to me, are you?”

“Not so much. Like you said, it was a lesson. I guess I’ve learned from it.”

“What did you learn, exactly?”

“That you’re a master manipulator. Now that I’ve had time to look back on it, I realise that you knew exactly what you were doing, that you knew exactly how to pull my strings and make me hit you. You played me like a freaking guitar, man.” He sounds like he’s got a new grudging respect for me. “And you were right – I was holding so much anger in. I was at exploding point and it had to come out. I know that now.”

“Better you took it out on me than on Bill, huh?”

He seems taken aback. “Dude, I NEVER would have beaten my brother up like that! I mean, yeah, sometimes we hit each other when we’re fighting but I’d never bash him the way I bashed you. No way!”

“Perhaps not, but your fists aren’t the only weapons you use to hurt people with. You wound with your tongue, too, and the cutting things you say. Bill is especially sensitive. You could have hurt your brother just as badly by saying the wrong things to him.”

“Oh. Yeah, I suppose I could have.” He shrugs acceptingly and then glances at me. “Your face is looking a lot better.”

I smile and nod, aware of that. The swelling has finally gone down. My split lip has healed and my busted brow has mended. I still have a bit of bruising under one eye but I look much more like me and less like an anonymous hit and run victim.

“Hey, man. I, uh…” Tom begins awkwardly, stopping to clear his throat. “I should apologise for what I said about your brother a while ago. You know, how I wished you would…”

“Drop dead like him?” I finish. “Don’t worry. You already apologised.”

“Yeah, but this time I mean it. It was a horrible thing to say and I’m sorry if it hurt you.”

Recalling that unpleasant, punched-in-the-gut feeling his cruel words left me with, I reply quietly, “It did hurt me.”

“I know.” He looks genuinely regretful, especially after hearing the story of how I frantically tried to save my brother’s life but failed. “I won’t say anything like that again. Sorry.”

“Thank you,” I answer, touched that he’s sincerely trying to change his ways. “I’m sorry too, for harassing you so much and for pushing you so hard. Everything I’ve done…I just wanted you to be more honest. That’s all. If you’d just tell me how you feel, and tell Bill too, we could avoid all that drama and arguing.”

I sigh lightly. “I don’t want to fight with you anymore, Tom. I like you. A lot. And I would love it if we could be friends. If not friends, we could at least not be enemies. Would you be willing to try that?”

Peering at me from under the brim of his baseball cap, he says, “Isn’t that what we’ve already been doing? You know, in the games room?”

“You’re right. We haven’t argued in nearly a week. I must say, your new attitude is a nice change.” Smiling, I reach up and quickly flick off his brown hat, letting those dreads of his drop free. Startled, he stares at me.

“What did you do that for?”

“Because I love your hair out. It makes you look pretty.”

He gazes at me closely, as if figuring out my motives. Even though he doesn’t use mascara his eyelashes are lovely and long, just as luxuriant as Bill’s.

“You think so, huh?”

“I do. You’re a very pretty boy, Tom Kaulitz.”

“No.” Shaking his head in denial, he defers, “Bill is the pretty one. Not me.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, you and Bill have the same face. The same eyes. The same mouth.” I cup his chin, tracing around his full lower lip with my thumb-pad. He swallows nervously, but lets me do it.

“It makes no difference if one of you wears makeup and the other doesn’t. You’re every bit as beautiful as your brother. And as much as I adore Bill, I have to admit that I’ve wanted to be alone with you for days.”

Intending to prove that, I lean in towards him. Tom quickly draws back, thinking that I’m going to kiss him on the mouth but I simply press my lips to his cheek. He must have shaved this morning - all that rough stubble is gone and his skin is smooth and soft, scented with his signature cologne. He smells so good. Gathering his heavy dreadlocks out of the way, I nuzzle against his shaven jaw line, beside his earlobe. This he lets me do, the older twin drawing in a shaky breath which means he’s being affected by my nearness, even though he probably doesn’t want to be.

Murmuring in his ear, I reveal, “Tom, the real reason I didn’t want Bill here is because I’m going to teach you how to make love with a guy. Properly.”

He appears shocked when I pull back to gaze at his face.

“The way you took me in the conference room…you’re lucky I’m as strong and fit as I am. If you’d done that to someone delicate like Bill, he’d be in hospital right now. I don’t ever want that to happen so I have to show you how to be careful. How do you feel about this suggestion?”

He stares at me with rounded eyes. “Are we gonna have sex?”

“Only if you agree to it. I’m not going to force you. I’m just willing to let you use my body as a teaching aid.”

“Um…”

“Come on. It’ll be fun, Tommy,” I cajole him rakishly. “Correct me if I’m wrong but there’s definitely an attraction between us, right? I mean, I didn’t fuck myself the other day, did I?”

“Well, no,” he mumbles.

“And you liked it, didn’t you? You must have, because you came.”

He flushes but doesn’t deny it.

“Well, I liked it too and I want to do it with you again,” I tell him honestly. “No violence. Just pleasure. Just us making each other feel good. What do you say?”

He contemplates this for a while, at last answering in doubtful confusion, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, man…”

“You still don’t trust me,” I remark understandingly. Just to make him feel extra safe in my presence, I retrieve a Taser from my weapons closet and lay it on the mattress next to him, the hand-held stun gun switched on. He looks at it with alarmed eyes.

“That is for you.” I gesture to the weapon with a smile. “If I do anything you don’t like, feel free to zap me with it.”

He gapes at me like I’m crazy but hey, I’m used to that look by now.

“Okay, then,” I say, starting to unbutton my shirt. “How about I give you some more incentive?”
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