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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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Chapter 32. Ultimatum

The following day after lunch, Bill tries once more to touch Tom, to draw him into bed. “Come play with me Tomi,” he cajoles enticingly, tugging on his brother’s hand and smiling in an open invitation. “We’ve got nothing else to do. What do you say?”
Unsurprisingly, Tom refuses, saying no and yanking his hand back.
“Need some of this to get in the mood?” Bill suggests, holding up the bottle of saké, which still has enough liquid sloshing around in the bottom for a few more drinks.
“First Koji, now you,” the older teen complains in disgust. “I feel like you guys are just getting me drunk and using me for my body!”
“You’re saying that, after last night?” Bill exclaims incredulously, speaking about the good time they shared dirty-talking and having synchronized orgasms, during which nobody was used or abused. Bill might have instigated it and also persuaded Tom to get his cock out but if he really didn’t want to, Tom did not have to do it. Tom did not have to drink the rice wine. He did not have to masturbate while Bill was doing it and he did not have to ejaculate on Bill’s chest. No-one forced him. What happened was mutual and equal. Tom certainly was not taken advantage of, the way he’s acting now.
“You know what? Screw you.” Pissed off, Bill hurls the bottle at Tom (who reflexively catches it) and then picks up the phone. The younger twin presses the green button, the one that connects him directly to me.
“What are you doing?” Tom demands, setting the saké on the kitchenette table and beginning to scowl. Bill just ignores him, one hand on his cocked hip, the other pressing the phone receiver to his ear.
“Good afternoon, Bill,” I answer upon picking up.
“How’d you know it was me?” He frowns on the other end of the line. Talking to Bill while watching him on a screen in front of me, knowing he can’t see my face, is kind of like chatting to someone on webcam while one of the devices isn’t working.
“Because Tom never calls. It’s always you,” I remind him. “Is there something you need?”
“Yeah, actually. There IS something I need.” Speaking loudly, so Tom can clearly hear him, Bill says, “My brother is being a dick and doesn’t want to play with me. Can you come over and get me, Koji? I wanna play with you instead.”
I start to reply but it’s drowned out by the sound of Tom thundering across the room and attempting to wrestle the phone away from his little brother. Their voices rise in both anger and indignation.
“Give me that!”
“No – get lost! Fuck off, Tom!”
“Well, don’t ask him to come over here, you little idiot!”
“Why do you care? You don’t want me.”
“You have no fucking idea what you’re asking for!”
“Yes, I do. If you won’t give it to me, HE will.”
“Bill, if you don’t give me that phone, I swear to God I will smash your face in…” Tom has to visibly hold himself back from hitting Bill, the older male’s fists bunched in fury.
“Koji, help!” Bill manages to yell out before the phone is forcibly wrenched out of his fingers by a livid big brother.
Although I don’t believe Tom will actually punch Bill, I still get up from my viewing booth and go over there to sort them out, unlocking the room’s deadbolt with my password.
I catch them mid-tussle, Bill on tiptoes trying to reach the phone Tom has stubbornly held over his head. They freeze when they see me standing in the open doorway.
“Come on, Bill,” I bid with a coaxing gesture. “Leave your broody brother. Let’s go play.”
Turning to me, Tom spits, “You’re not taking Bill anywhere.”
Looking fake-wounded, I object, “But I came all this way and got all excited. Besides, he invited me here.”
“Well, I’m uninviting you. Now, piss off and take your damn phone with you because I don’t want it in here anymore!” In anger, Tom throws it at me, the cordless plastic receiver bouncing harmlessly off my chest. Glancing at the phone on the floor near my feet, I arch my eyebrow at the nineteen year old offender who threw it.
Intending to clip him across the ear for such a ridiculous move, I stalk into the room and Tom tries to take a swipe at me, raising his arm and swinging it at my newly-healed face. Big mistake. He might have strength but he lacks martial arts speed, my quick actions both blocking his attack and manoeuvring him how I wish. Before he even knows what’s happening, I have him pinned against the wall with my body, my thigh between Tom’s legs, my hipbone cutting into his, one hand on his shoulder and the other around his throat.
“I’m not a vampire, you silly boy.” I chuckle darkly. “It’s not that easy to get rid of me.”
Wildly, Tom struggles and pushes against my grip. I tighten the hand under his chin. My forefinger and thumb are digging into the nerve-filled pressure points behind his earlobes but only lightly, threatening him with the intense pain I could cause if I really wanted to.
Aware of the threat and remembering how much agony it gave him last time, Tom stops struggling and goes motionless, letting his arms drop by his sides and swallowing carefully.
“I don’t wish to hurt you, Tom. Or Bill. If you’re worried about your little brother’s safety, you’re welcome to come along and watch,” I propose. “Perhaps even join in.”
“Join in what?” he grits out.
“You know precisely what I’m talking about, Tommy-gun,” I tell him in a smooth, seductive tone. “You just have to stop resisting and give in.”
Lifting up his chin, I angle my head and move closer, as if I’m about to kiss him. He turns stiff, his eyes round with alarm. Instead, I lean in and lick his lip ring, something I wanted to do the other day but didn’t get a chance to. Now that Bill knows what happened in the conference room (and in my room too), I don’t have to pretend that I’m not attracted to his elder brother or hide the fact that we’ve already fucked. With Bill right there beside us, I press up against Tom’s body extra-sexily just for him, making sure the younger teen can see my tongue trailing slowly and sensually around that silver piercing at the corner of Tom’s mouth, wetly licking the edge of his full lower lip while I hold his face still.
Bill has seen Tom making out with girls before but this would be the first time he’s ever witnessed his supposedly straight big brother being intimately touched by another man. I slide my eyes towards the statuesque brunette, finding him watching with abject fascination, excitement and envy. Still pinning the older twin to the wall with my weight, I take my hand off Tom’s shoulder, beckoning for Bill to come closer and help me seduce his trapped brother. He starts to, Bill’s pretty face filling with thrilled happiness and anticipation. Smiling welcomingly at him, I grasp the front of his belt and jeans, tugging him nearer. He reaches for me and that’s when Tom slips out of my chin-hold with a rough twisting motion of his leanly-muscled frame, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Glaring at me and Bill with scalding coffee eyes, he snarls, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I’m not sure which one of us he’s addressing but I reply, “Bill was feeling left out,” while hugging the slimmer male reassuringly to my side. “We’re big boys. Surely we can all play together without being jealous of each other or resorting to violence. I am quite happy to divide my attention between the two of you equally. Trust me, threesomes can be a lot of fun. Nobody has to do anything they’re not comfortable with and I’ll only go as far as you guys want me to. You’re okay with that, aren’t you Bill?”
He nods readily when I turn to him but Tom butts in.
“Over my dead body! Bill, get away from him.”
“But Tom,” Bill protests, his arm around my waist. “I want to go with Koji…”
“I said NO!” Tom grabs his arm, yanks him away from me. “You’re staying right here.”
“What’s the matter, Tom?” I question. “After everything I’ve let you do, don’t you trust me?”
“Hell, no. You’re too unpredictable,” the irritated guitarist announces, stepping forward while simultaneously pushing his sibling back. “And I don’t want you getting any closer to my brother.”
“Do you really think I’ll hurt Bill?”
“You might. He’s still a virgin.”
“Tom!” Bill exclaims in mortification, blushing.
“Well, you are,” the argumentative teenager replies to his twin. “What he’s suggesting…you’re not ready for that.”
“What if he is?” I counter. “What if he wants this to happen?”
Glaring at me for my encouragement, Tom states flatly, “Bill doesn’t know what he wants.”
“Yes, I do,” Bill begins protesting but Tom cuts him off with another death-glare.
“Shut up, Bill.” To me, he says resolutely, “I know you’d love to take Bill’s virginity but guess what? You can’t have it.”
“Why not?” I enquire, trying to get to the root of his issue. “You want it for yourself?”
For a split second Tom looks horrified and ashamed but then he quickly turns angry and cold. “You’re not having sex with my brother. Ever. Got that?”
“All right,” I agree. “You’ll just have to do it for me.”
He laughs shortly and without humour. “You don’t give up, do you?”
“No. As fun as it’s been playing with you boys, there’s another, more important reason why I’ve kept you both here for so long. You know what that reason is and you know I won’t let you go until you’ve reached that goal.”
Leaning against the door frame with my arms crossed, I gaze steadily at my dreadlocked captive, letting him know I’m not going to back down until he makes love to Bill.
“I hate you,” Tom finally mutters, but it’s lacking conviction. He just sounds tired. Tired of fighting, with Bill and with me.
“I know you’re frustrated,” I say sympathetically, “but one day you’ll thank me for this, Tom. One day you will understand everything. One day I’ll just be a distant piece of your past but what I’ve taught you and Bill will stay with you forever.”
He rubs at his forehead, as if he’s getting a migraine. “Please go away,” he requests wearily. “I’ll make sure Bill doesn’t bother you anymore.”

“He’s no bother,” I reply, feeling sorry for the poor kid who’s standing there behind Tom with his arms wrapped around himself, looking as though he’s going to cry. All Bill wanted was to share some love with me and Tom and for all of us to get along like he knows we could, but the older teen has browbeaten him down and bullied Bill into silence.

“But I will do as you wish and leave you alone. For now,” I add pointedly, reminding Tom who is actually in charge here and that leaving them alone is a favour I’m granting him. If he really wants to go back to having meetings in the conference room and being interrogated like a common criminal, I’ll do it. If not, he better behave and quit being a jerk to his brother.
When I slip back into my media booth to see what the cameras are recording for me, I see the twins sitting on opposite ends of the couch, Bill with a smoke in his fingers and Tom in the process of lighting one, needing to calm down after that volatile confrontation.
“Have fun speaking on my behalf?” Bill asks stiffly, not looking at his sibling.
Tom doesn’t answer straight away, just drags at length on his lit cigarette, blowing a large plume of smoke up to the ceiling. Now that I’ve gone, he doesn’t seem angry anymore but Bill sure is, his voice abrupt and accusing.
“You know what, Tom? I wasn’t gonna tell you this but after the shitty way you just treated me, I think you deserve to know. Koji offered to let us go, a couple of weeks ago. But I said no.”
“What?” The older teenager’s eyes almost bulge out. “Are you serious?”
“Deadly.”
“Why the hell would you DO that?”
“Because nothing would change.” Bill sounds bitter. “The truth is - I don’t want to go home yet. Not until you realise what you’re doing to me.”
“What am I doing to you?” Tom asks, acting highly confused.
“Nothing. That’s the whole fucking point. You won’t give it to me but you won’t let me get it elsewhere either. Is that how it’s going to be with us for the rest of our lives, Tom? You get to fuck everyone you like while I can’t have anybody at all?” Eyelids narrowed, Bill peers at his brother with resentment. “Do you enjoy restricting me? Controlling my life? Does it give you some kind of power trip?”
“I’m not controlling you, Bill. I’m just trying to protect you …”
“Save it. Just fucking save it, you hypocritical asshole.” Bill gets up and flicks the remains of his cigarette at Tom, storming into the games room and slamming the door after him.
Absently, Tom brushes the cigarette butt onto the floor, letting it scorch a hole in the carpet. When he fully comprehends what Bill did, frivolously denying them their one chance at freedom, the older male sits there fuming with his jaw clenched, veins sticking out in his forehead. Normally, he’d go and confront his little brother straight away, yelling and probably getting violent, but today he forces himself to settle down and actually think about what Bill is telling him. As Tom’s anger fades, different emotions flit across his handsome face: bewilderment, despair, and finally, guilt. It shows how much he has changed in here, that he’s stopping to consider Bill’s feelings first before doing anything else.
When he’s ready to deal with this situation, Tom goes into the play room, finding Bill shooting at zombies on a screen to vent some steam. The first boy knows that Tom is there behind him but Bill doesn’t turn around, the younger teen blowing off rotting heads and decaying limbs with two hands clutching the gun, showing the walking dead no mercy. His eyebrows are furrowed together in furious concentration as he shoots, probably imagining that each zombie is his idiotic brother. Tom says Bill’s name a couple of times but Bill pretends he can’t hear anything over the noise of gunfire. Eventually Tom catches Bill by the arm, forcing him to pause the game and listen.
“I’m sorry I’m not like him,” Tom mutters. “I know you want me to be but I can’t.”
“I don’t want you to be like Koji!” Sounding exasperated, Bill shoves the plastic gun back into its holster and turns to face his big brother. “I just want you to be YOU, Tom, the same you that touched me that night in here. The same you that loved me. That’s how I want you to be.”
Before Tom can object, Bill adds, “And don’t tell me that wasn’t the real you because I know it was. I saw it.”
“I was drunk,” Tom replies monotonously but Bill isn’t buying that for one second.
“Yes, you were but that allowed you to say things you normally wouldn’t. That was the realest you’ve ever been with me, the most honest and truthful. I know it scares you to be so close with somebody but it shouldn’t, Tom. It’s me. It’s only me.” With a gentle hand, Bill touches Tom’s chest. “We share the same heart. Why would I break it?”
Tom swallows with difficulty. “It’s not that I’m afraid of.”
“What are you afraid of then?”
He takes Bill’s hand away. “Breaking yours.”
And there is the truth of the matter. It has nothing to do with sex. It’s about the emotions that come with it. Tom doesn’t see himself as deserving of true love, especially not Bill’s love. Deep down Tom believes he’s not good enough to be with anybody, that he ruins every relationship he gets into and sees himself doing that to Bill as well. He’s afraid that if he lets Bill get that close, that if he lets Bill give every part of himself to Tom, that somehow Tom will end up ruining him and his sensitive baby brother will be scarred for life. Part of Tom is definitely afraid of closeness and of being completely vulnerable with another human being, but an even greater part is just frightened for Bill and how badly Tom could hurt him.
“I know you want this, down here, now,” Tom acknowledges. “I know you want the whole romantic, lovemaking experience. But what about when we go home, Bill? What if you realise it was a mistake and that we shouldn’t have done it? Everything is so twisted and warped in this place.”
The bigger boy motions to their surroundings. As bright, fun and colourful as the playroom and its contents may be, it’s all housed inside a concrete prison they cannot escape from.
“What seems right in here might not seem like that on the outside. When we’re back in the real world, when you’ve have time to clearly think about it, you’ll probably just end up regretting anything that we do in here. If I take your first time away from you, Bill, you’ll never get it back and you’ll probably just end up hating me for it.”
The brunette frowns. “I could never hate you, Tomi.”
“You say that now. But it’s a risk I can’t afford to take.” Tom speaks to Bill with emotionless finality. “I’m sorry. I just can’t give you what you want. Not now. Not ever.”
At being denied yet again, Bill’s shoulders slump as his spirits sink. However, after a few moments, he straightens up, his face and voice displaying that famous Kaulitz defiance. “Then you won’t object if I get it from Koji, will you?”
Now it’s Tom’s turn to frown.
“You can’t have it both ways, Tom. It’s either you or him,” Bill challenges, his eyes blazing straight into Tom’s. “Who would you prefer I lose my virginity to?”
Tom knows he’s been backed into a corner and he does not like it one bit. With his lips compressed into a hard white line, the older teen marches from the room, picks the phone up from the floor where he threw it, returns, and hands it to Bill.
“Go fuck him, then,” Tom says coldly. Then he goes into the bathroom and slams the door.
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