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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: This chapter contains mild twincest (mild as in, no penetration) But still, twincest! Yay! :D

Chapter 32. Twin Pleasure II
What would people say if they knew what Tom had just done to me? What would the newspapers and entertainment television reporters say? What would his fans say, the ones who believe he’s as straight as they come? Tom Kaulitz, the renowned lady-lover switching sides and letting a guy suck him off? Imagine the utter shit-storm...
There are already crazy rumours flying around the internet about the twins and their abrupt vanishing off the face of the earth. Tom excitedly announced on his personal blog that they were going on holidays, which usually means hot pictures of the boys in their shorts on the beach, but there were no further updates and his blog went suddenly and strangely silent. People close to them would definitely have noticed their disappearance and lack of phone calls by now - people like their bandmates, Georg and Gustav, their manager and agents, not to mention their family. If their parents have reported them missing to police, it is being kept under wraps, presumably to avoid a media frenzy.
Nobody, not even the relentless German paparazzi, has seen or heard from the Kaulitz kids for twenty five days and the fandom is going nuts trying to figure out what happened and why Bill and Tom left their hotel without warning. A couple of grainy photos of me in a suit and sunglasses have been printed in gossip magazines (taken from the hotel’s security camera footage) and is also available for viewing on Tokio Hotel forums and websites, where some imaginative fans are gleefully speculating that I am Bill’s secret gay boyfriend and that he’s run off and eloped with me.
Well, that’s obviously not true but the truth is even crazier, not that anybody will find out, or believe it. Who would believe that Tom’s kidnapper is also his sex teacher? Who would believe that Tom touched me, freely and of his own initiative? I can hardly believe it myself, even though I’m lying here naked with the scent of Tom’s cologne still lingering on my sheets.
Usually, a good orgasm like the one he gave me with his hand makes me lazy and sleepy and I’d normally take a nap right about now, but I really wanna know what Tom’s going to say to Bill upon his return so I get the mini television monitor out from under my bed and plug it into my direct video feed.
In the twins’ room, Tom has lit up a smoke. Bill is squinting at him.
“You smell like alcohol, Tom. Have you been drinking?”
“A bit. He gave me saké, which is Japanese wine made from rice.”
“I know what saké is,” Bill says impatiently. “So…what did you two talk about?”
Drawing deeply on his cigarette, Tom replies enigmatically, “There wasn’t a whole lot of talking, actually.”
Bill gasps, his jaw dropping, revealing the steel stud glinting in the centre of his tongue. “You had sex with him! Again!”
Tom doesn’t even flinch. “I didn’t fuck him. But there was other…stuff.”
“What other stuff?” The less experienced teen can’t hide his interest, a pair of velvet-brown eyes turning fever-bright as he grabs at his twin’s arm. “What did you do, Tom? Tell me, tell me, tell me!”
Dropping onto the couch with his legs spread haphazardly, Tom shrugs and continues smoking, evidently not a suck-and-tell kind of guy. He brags about sex with women but when it involves me, he remains funnily tight-lipped about it.
Clambering onto the lounge suite next to his brother, Bill pesters, “C’mon, Tom! I need to know! Just tell me already!”
“Well, if you MUST know, he wanted to teach me about sex with guys so he went through everything step by step while touching himself in front of me. Yeah,” Tom confirms what Bill is thinking. “Like, everywhere. He even used a black rubber dick on himself as an example.”
“Oh my God. Really? Wow.” The younger Kaulitz is clearly titillated by the information, imagining the pornographic scene in his head. “You’re so lucky!”
“And I got even luckier because then he gave me a blow job.”
“Holy shit.” Bill stares at his sibling with an awe-struck expression. “Was it good?”
Tom gives him a patiently amused look. “All blow jobs are good, Bill. Ask any man who gets one.”
“Yeah, but was it GOOD? As in, better than usual?”
As someone who should know what a decent blow job is (thanks to many obliging fangirls), Tom breathes in and lets it out slowly, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck, under his heavy dreads. “Look, all I can say is: he must have had a LOT of practice with his brother.”
“What else? Did you touch him?”
“Not at first. I mean, he asked me to but I didn’t.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because I’m not used to touching guys, okay?” Tom replies with defensiveness. “Unlike you, Bill, it’s not that easy for me.”
“Wait, you said: ‘Not at first’,” Bill realises, widening his eyes. “So you DID touch him?”
“Eventually. Well, I couldn’t leave the poor guy with an aching case of blue balls, could I? Even I’m not that heartless.” Warming up to the subject, and with his virginal brother as an enthralled audience, Tom embellishes, “I felt sorry for the dude, not having had any sex for four years, so I chugged a heap of saké, shoved him back onto the bed and got him off with my hand.”
“You did?” Still not enough detail for nosy Bill, he pushes, “What was that like?”
“Surprisingly familiar. It was like doing myself,” Tom jokes.
“His skin is really soft, isn’t it?” Bill says dreamily, recalling the times he’s touched me. “And he’s got nice lips too.”
The guitarist exhales a lungful of smoke before he speaks again. “I suppose. For a guy.”
“Did you kiss him?”
“He wanted me to but no.” As he flicks ash into the small metal tray on the couch armrest, Tom sneaks a wary glance at his infatuated little brother. “Would you be pissed if I did?”
“I wouldn’t mind. I just wanna know if he’s a good kisser or not.” Bill’s painted fingertips trail over his own bottom lip. “I bet he is.”
“You don’t know?” The older teen makes a questioning face. “How can you not know, Bill? Surely you’ve kissed him already.”
“Actually, I haven’t kissed him at all.”
“Hold on - let me get this straight,” a disbelieving Tom tries to clarify. “You’ve been alone with him in his room a couple of times now and you haven’t even done anything yet?”
“No, because we normally just talk. Unlike you guys, our relationship is based on more than just getting off together,” Bill deflects argumentatively.
“But you said his skin was really soft. How do you know that, then?”
“Well, I felt his chest and stomach one day in the conference room when you weren’t there,” the second boy confesses to Tom. “I was trying to get in his pants but he wouldn’t let me.”
“Really?” Tom seems dubious. “I thought he’d jump at the chance to have your hands on him again.”
“I thought so too but I was wrong.” Bill’s brows knit together in mystification. “He acted like he wanted me to do more, but he just said he can’t allow it.”
“Why not? Why would he let me but not you?”
“I’m not sure, exactly. Maybe he’s afraid he’ll go too far with me,” the younger twin muses. “I don’t know. He’s a very complicated man.”
“Complicated? More like a total nutcase with a few screws loose up here.” With a forefinger, Tom sagely taps the side of his head.
“Don’t call him that,” Bill says, scowling.
“Well, he’s got to be bipolar or schizophrenic or something,” Tom continues with a perplexed frown. “One minute he’s nice, the next he’s a complete jerk. I mean, he said all this great stuff about me before, about how awesome I was, and in the next breath he told me to get out. He basically said all he wanted was to get his rocks off and now that he’d gotten that, I should go. And then just as I was about to leave, he thanked me for what I did and said it meant a lot to him. I don’t know what’s wrong with him, Bill; his behaviour is definitely not normal.”
“But he’s always played around with you like that,” the brunette reminds his brother. “He does it because he likes you, Tom.”
“Guy’s got a strange way of showing it,” Tom remarks in a mutter, grinding out the butt of his cigarette.
More interested in talking about sex than my mental state, Bill quizzes, “When he gave you the blow job, did he swallow?”
“Yeah. He’d damn well WANT to, after all the shit he’s put me through.”
“And what about him? Where did he…you know… at the end?”
“What? Dump his load?”
Bill nods excitedly, wanting all the raunchy details.
“Not on me, that’s for sure,” Tom states, wrinkling his nose at the prospect of being jizzed on. “He was lying on his back on the bed and I was leaning over him. The dude came on himself and wiped it off with the sheet.”
“I bet he looks sexy,” Bill whispers, chewing his lip while picturing me coming. He wasn’t watching my face the time I made him suck me, so he wouldn’t know how I looked at that moment. But even then, I was holding back and not showing any emotion, which I didn’t do with Tom. I let him see everything.
“Oh, great. Now YOU want to get him off,” Tom complains at his twin’s yearning tone. “Well, you can’t, all right? You’re not touching Koji again. I forbid it.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so. Anyway, knowing the way he feels about you, you’d be the one getting touched. He might resist for a while but the urge will get him in the end and then he’ll be all over you like butter on bread. ”
“And what’s wrong with that, Mr Handjob?” Bill argues, arching one be-ringed eyebrow reprovingly.
“Bill, no.” Tom’s voice is firm and fixed. “If you touch him or he touches you, you’ll end up being fucked and I won’t let him take your virginity. And neither should you. You should save that for…” Here he halts, as if he was about to say something and then changed his mind.
“Someone special,” he finishes, trying not to sound jealous. “You should save that for someone who cares about you. Who loves you. Someone who won’t hurt you.”
“Like who?” Bill replies daringly. “Someone like you?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“You care about me, Tomi,” Bill says seductively, leaning forward and laying his hand on Tom’s bicep, sliding it under the loose arm-hole of the bigger boy’s baggy T-shirt and caressing his golden skin. “Why shouldn’t it be you who takes it? I’d let you. In fact, I want you to have it.”
“Dammit Bill, don’t,” Tom rasps harshly, grabbing Bill’s wandering hand and throwing it aside. “I wish you’d stop groping me like that!”
“Why?” Bill looks hurt as Tom stands up and backs away from him. “What’s the problem with me touching you?”
“Oh, for the love of…How many fucking times do I have to explain? Seriously!” Pacing back and forth, Tom is almost tearing his dreads out with frustration. “I can’t even…I can’t handle this right now. I’m going to have a shower. Do NOT come in here.”
He points threateningly at Bill from the door of the bathroom. “I mean it. Stay out of this room. If you’re that desperate, go and wank on the couch watching gay porn or something. But leave me the hell alone.”
Bill glares at the door for a few seconds after it’s shut, the muted sound of running water issuing from behind it, but then the feisty nineteen year old decides to do something more productive and calls me. I answer on the fourth ring, to make it appear as though I’m not sitting right by the phone.
“Hey, you know that rice wine that you gave Tom?” Bill asks after we’ve exchanged cordial greetings, the kid lounging back on the bed, phone in one hand and twirling a lock of hair in the other. “Can I have some too? I’ve never tried saké.”
“Sure. I’ll bring some over with your dinner,” I reply, always keen to expand somebody’s cultural horizons. “Be there in a few minutes.”
When I arrive, Bill opens the unlocked door, eagerly accepting the vegetarian sushi I brought, although he seems more interested in the tinted glass bottle I hand over next.
“Don’t drink too much, okay?” I warn him. “It has a very high alcohol content and you’ll make yourself extremely sick.”
“Okay. I’ll be careful,” he vows, cradling the saké to his chest. “Thanks.”
I make a show of peering over his shoulder at the empty room. “Where’s Tom?”
“Shower. He won’t let me go in there, and even if I did he’d kick me out,” Bill adds, before I can make the suggestion. He gazes at me, cocking his head enquiringly. “Did Tom really touch you before?”
“Yes, he did. I assume he told you all about my lessons?” I enquire. “The lessons you asked me to give him?”
“Yeah. He told me. Thank you for doing it.”
“No problem. He was a terrific student and let me teach him quite a few things.”
“So I heard.” The pretty youth pouts. “But I still wish he’d touch ME like that.”
“Well, try to get him drunk again. That seems to work.” I wink encouragingly and leave Bill to it.
When Tom comes out of the bathroom with his well-built form covered in a thick calf-length robe of hotel quality, Bill is waiting on the couch with the saké.
“Look what Koji brought over,” he boasts, brandishing the bottle with a flourish. “I’m gonna have some with dinner. We got sushi. Wanna join me?”
“No, I’m not hungry. Or thirsty.” Giving the half-full bottle a measured glance, Tom cautions, “Be careful with that stuff. Don’t drink it all. And don’t puke on the carpet.”
“I know when to stop, Tom,” Bill says, sounding irritated that Tom’s treating him like a child. “If you don’t want any then go to bed and quit lecturing me.”
Muttering sourly under his breath, Tom ties his dreadlocks back into a large half-bun, hangs up the robe and climbs into bed wearing just his boxer shorts. He glances over at Bill, as if expecting the second boy to follow him and molest him under the covers but Bill has discovered some porn on one of the channels and is watching it. He turns the volume up loud just to bug Tom, the other nineteen year old shoving a pillow over his head to muffle the theatrical moans and shrieks.
The movie is another one starring bi-guys and girls, all doing each other in various ways. Bill watches the entire thing, learning new techniques while eating pieces of sushi with chopsticks and slowly sipping on a plastic cup of saké. As he stated he would, the younger twin stops when he knows he’s had enough alcohol for his thin frame. When he finally switches off the TV and gets ready for sleep, leaving the unfinished rice wine beside Tom’s side of the bed next to a packet of cigarettes, he seems pleasantly relaxed but not overly intoxicated. Aroused by the smutty film, Bill strips off, lies on the mattress and starts touching himself in the dark. He lets out soft sighs and murmurs of pleasure. Just like the last time, Tom overhears him, pretending to ignore it for as long as he is able.
“Didn’t you do that already?” Tom eventually asks in annoyance.
“No. I wanted to do it with you here.” Defiantly, Bill turns the lamp on so Tom can see him.
“What the fuck, Bill?” Tom curses as he shields his eyes from Bill’s nakedness, the slimmer teenager’s skin blindingly white, even against the clean sheets.
“If you won’t touch me, I’m gonna damn well make you listen,” Bill states in that same obstinate, take-no-shit tone. “And watch, too.”
As Bill’s fingers do unmentionable things to his own anatomy, Tom swears under his breath, knowing what’s coming. Literally. Aside from locking himself in the bathroom again, there’s no way he can avoid this. He’s definitely going to hear it. Now, he has two choices: to watch or not to watch. Listening to his twin jerking off but not watching would be a slow kind of torture so Tom may as well watch and get it over with and that way they can both go to sleep and pretend it never happened the next day. But it’s still a long time until morning. Needing something to get through the arduous ordeal of Bill masturbating in front of him, Tom spots the saké left on the bedside table and uncaps it, drinking some straight out of the bottle.
When he feels as though he can cope with the sight that awaits him on the other side of the bed, Tom turns over to find Bill lying on his back, idly stroking himself. When he realises that Tom is looking and not arguing or trying to make him stop, Bill smiles and lifts a teasing eyebrow, as if he knew all along that Tom would look.
Reluctantly glancing at the shameless way Bill’s feminine fingers glide up and down his own stiffened shaft, Tom asks, “Why are you so horny tonight, anyway?”
“Because of what you and Koji did,” Bill answers with half-lowered eyelids. “It’s so fucking hot.”
“You think it’s hot that he sucked me off?”
“I think it’s hot that you LET him.” An admiring note colours Bill’s voice. “You’ve really changed down here, Tom.”
“I’ve kind of been forced to,” the bigger male grudgingly admits.
“But that’s not a bad thing,” the second twin insists. “I like the new bisexual you.”
“Of course you would.” Tom’s tone is exasperated but resigned and he tips his head back to take another drink, licking rice-wine from his full lips after he swallows, dark eyes wandering over to his sibling’s tattooed body of their own accord. There is absolutely no shame in Bill’s self-pleasuring actions, the sensual singer seeming to enjoy having his brother as a spectator, especially since Tom is a willing one this time. The sheets and blanket are gathered around Tom’s waist so I can’t tell if he has a hard-on or not but I’m guessing he would have, being able to sense his identical sibling’s amorous mood and automatically responding to it.
“Why don’t you do this too?” Bill suggests, sensing Tom’s interest as well. “I can tell you want to and it won’t be wrong because you’ll only be touching yourself.”
“There’s not enough saké in the world for this,” Tom mutters, but he puts the bottle down, sighs and elects to participate, sticking a hand under the sheets and down the front of his boxers. Even though he had one orgasm with me earlier, he’s obviously able to have more.
“Don’t be shy, Tomi,” the nude boy teases. “I’ve seen it before, you know. I’ve even had it in my mouth.”
“So has Koji, now,” Tom snorts drunkenly. “What is it with you guys and my dick?”
“It’s a very nice dick,” Bill answers with a smirk.
“You really wanna see it?”
The long-haired brunette nods, eyes widening in approval as Tom draws down the sheets and his boxer shots and takes out his cock, something the older teen wouldn’t have done if it weren’t for the alcoholic beverage I brought over.
“Oh, there it is,” Bill purrs, pleased. “Yummy.”
Tom snorts again but doesn’t put it away. He leaves the handsome specimen of manhood there for Bill to admire, the older boy lying on his side with his dreadlocked head propped on a palm, not touching himself but watching his seductive little brother do it.
As he’s pleasuring himself, Bill talks about what Tom and I did in my room, his voice breathy and excited.
“When Koji was sucking you, did you watch him as he was doing it or did you shut your eyes?”
“I watched,” Tom confesses abashedly.
“How did he look?”
“Like a gay Asian porn star.”
“Ooh, that’s hot. Did he deep-throat you like a porn star, too?”
“Yeah,” the guitarist confirms.
“How did it feel?” Bill prompts, sliding a fisted hand up his blood-flushed length, squeezing as he goes. “Did you like it?”
Nodding, Tom presses his lips together, as if it bothers him to admit it.
“I wish I could have been there,” Bill whispers lustily as he moves his circled fingers quicker and harder. “Watching him suck you off. Watching as you came in his mouth.”
Tom shakes his head with a small laugh. “Shit, you’re a little pervert, Bill.”
“Wonder where I get THAT from?” Bill retorts, pausing and looking pointedly at Tom. “Besides, you were the one with your dick down another guy’s throat.”
“You sucked me way before he ever did,” Tom says, reminding Bill of the night they were drinking in the play room, and what happened on the bed afterwards.
Sounding mildly envious, Bill comments, “I probably wasn’t as good at it as he is, though. You said he’d had a lot of practise.”
“Yeah, but you have a tongue ring. Those make any blow job instantly better.”
That pleases Bill’s ego. “Hey, if Koji asked you, would you blow him back?”
“Probably not. He doesn’t deserve it.”
“Would you blow ME? You know, since I’ve never had it done before…With all your experience giving oral to girls, I bet you’d pick it up in no time and be real good at it,” Bill hints and flatters at the same time.
“Dunno.” Shrugging, Tom hedges, “Maybe.”
The tone of Tom’s words indicates to me that he would suck Bill off if he was drunk enough, even if it was just to gain another sexual skill. Thinking about Tom with his pierced lips around his younger brother’s erect hardness makes my head swim; it’s almost too erotic to contemplate.
Also thinking about it, Bill declares, “I hope you do. That would be like, the hottest thing ever. I’d like to try a 69er with you one day, too.”
“You want to try everything, don’t you?” Tom remarks wonderingly.
“Why not? Life’s too short to not try new things. Especially with someone who’s as devious as I am.” After smiling wickedly at his elder brother, Bill slides two fingers into his own mouth and brings them back down, coated in saliva slipperiness.
“Look, Tomi,” he entices, showing the first teen his glistening fingers and then rubbing them between his parted legs, over his exposed entrance. “See this? I’m saving it just for you.”
He spreads himself as open as he can for Tom so the other boy can see how wet and pink the little puckered opening is. Tom’s dick throbs at the sexually explicit sight, his eyes glazing over as he realises all the things he could do to the rose-coloured gem.
“Whenever you want it,” Bill invites breathily, “it’ll be ready.”
Using the black-polished fingertips of one hand, he rubs alluringly around the place of his virginity and then sinks them into the well of heated moisture between his legs with a low moan.
Tom utters a heated curse and I can hear the arousal in his voice. He decides he can’t just watch anymore and gets to his knees, starting to work his erection with impatient jerks of his clenched hand, the male organ redly swollen and leaking with pre-climactic juices.
“Damn, Bill. You’re such a slut, fingering your tight little ass like that.” He pumps his fat dick with a quickening fist, all inhibitions gone now that he’s getting closer and closer to orgasm. “Oh, fucking hell. I’m gonna go already…”
“Do it on me,” Bill encourages him urgently. “Fuck yeah, come on me, Tomi…”
At the enticement, Tom leans over his brother, rubbing the smooth tip of his cock around a hard, tiny nipple before shooting ropes of sperm across Bill’s pale chest, Tom’s lengthy dreadlocks held out of the way with a thick elastic band.
“I’m coming,” Tom groans with his face screwed up. “I’m coming all over your beautiful body, baby…”
The younger boy cries out with his own orgasm, jets of white fluid surging out, hitting his tensed stomach and dripping down his sides. Moaning ecstatically, Bill rubs it all into his skin with both hands, a mixture of Tom’s and his own mingled semen, relishing the slippery sheen it leaves behind on his over-sensitised flesh, his body still twitching with orgasmic jolts.
Leaning down further, Tom grabs Bill’s head, turns the kid towards him and kisses his brunette twin, clumsily and wetly sticking his tongue into Bill’s open mouth. Bill doesn’t mind, accepting the impulsive kiss with dreamy gratitude, his studded tongue welcoming Tom’s and swirling around it.
When Tom flops back onto the bed panting from his second climax of the evening, Bill sighs blissfully and stretches his lean limbs like a contented cat.
“Mmm, Tom. If getting ourselves off together is this good, imagine what it’s gonna be like when we actually have sex.”
“We’re not going to have sex, Bill.”
The tattooed nineteen year old gestures first to Tom’s half-naked figure and then to his own fully naked one. “What do you call this, then?”
Tom yanks his boxers back up. “Not sex.”
“Well, whatever it’s called,” Bill continues unfazed, “why can you only do this when you’ve been drinking?”
Shrugging, Tom replies, “I guess it makes me not care as much.”
“What do you care about normally?”
“Oh, you know.” The bigger teen vaguely waves a hand in the air. “Stupid Koji.”
Lolling his head to the side on the pillow, Bill queries, “You care what he thinks?”
“No. I mean, I just…I don’t want him to think he’s gotten his own way. Imagine how smug and satisfied he’d be if he knew what we’d done, like he ‘made’ us do it.”
“He didn’t make us do it. We did it on our own.”
“You’re still gonna tell him though, aren’t you?”
“I kind of promised I would.” Bill bites his lip. “I hate lying, Tom. To anybody.”
“Sometimes you have to lie.” Tom looks down, shielding his eyes with a pair of long dark lashes. “Or you just get hurt.”
“Are you worried about what other people would say, if they knew?”
“Of course. It would ruin us. It would ruin the band if people found out. It would ruin our family.”
“Are those the only reasons why you won’t do it? Go all the way with me, I mean?”
Looking immeasurably sad, Tom mumbles quietly, “I don’t want to ruin you either, Bill.”
The younger twin appears confused. “What does that mean?”
“Nothing.” Tom glances away. “Forget it.”
“And another thing,” Bill carries on with that same expression of confusion on his face, “why do you keep calling me a slut when I’m still a virgin?”
Yawning and scratching at his tied-up dreads, Tom answers, “You know I don’t mean it. It’s just dirty-talk.”
“So you don’t mean anything you say during sex?”
“Not necessarily. I mean some things.”
“Like what? Like when you said I was beautiful?” Bill questions hopefully.
“Yeah. Like that.” Kissing his baby brother lovingly on the forehead, Tom pulls the blankets up over him and softly says, “You think too much. Go to sleep now.”
And then he turns the lamp off.

A/N: So, did you guys like this chapter? I hope so. I didn’t hear from many of you last time so I assume you didn’t like the Tomji after all? Either that, or you were so awed by the hotness you forgot to review ;) Anyway, drop me a line if you can! It all helps me be a better writer. Thank you :)
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