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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 36. Last Night on Earth - Part 1

Back in their room, Tom is pacing around and around in agitation while Bill watches him with a furrow of alarm in his forehead.
“Tom, are you okay?”
Answering as if he hadn’t heard the question, the older teen declares. “I knew it! He’s a psycho. He’s a complete psycho and he’s going to kill us!”
“No, he’s not,” Bill interjects in my defence. “Koji won’t hurt us.”
Indicating to his finger-marked throat, Tom exclaims, “Didn’t you see what he just did to me? He was gonna slam my head into the concrete wall!”
“But he didn’t. He stopped himself and said he was sorry.”
Regardless of Bill’s reminder, the shaken-up guitarist carries on ranting. “Sorry doesn’t mean shit! What about all the insane things he was saying? Everything that comes out of his mouth sounds like crazy serial killer talk to me. It’s only a matter of time before he comes back in here to finish us off.”
Looking more and more concerned by his big brother’s behaviour, Bill says calmingly, “He’s going to let us go, Tom. He just wanted to let us know the truth before he released us.”
“Right,” Tom scoffs. “By ‘release’, he really means ‘make dead’.”
“He won’t hurt us,” the younger boy insists again. “He never has.”
“Well, if he doesn’t, his evil twin will.” Tom throws his sibling an incredulous glance. “Don’t you WATCH movies, Bill? Once the bad guy reveals his secrets, he always gets rid of his hostages. They always die!”
“Not always,” Bill argues, trying to maintain eye contact with someone walking in restless circles. “This isn’t a movie. And Koji isn’t your typical bad guy. You’ve seen the good he has inside him - the gentleness, the kind-heartedness. I know you have.”
“Yeah, but the bad is worse,” Tom mutters as his paranoia increases, thinking of all the weapons in my closet. “How do you think he’s going to kill us? Gun? Rope around the neck? Handcuff us to a post and cut off our flesh, bit by bit?”
Touching Tom’s shoulder, Bill urges, “Tom, calm down. He’s just lonely and ill, not a crazed axe murderer.”
But Tom shakes off the touch and keeps speculating, growing further and further agitated as his imagination runs wild. “Who do you think he’ll kill first – you or me? Or do you think he’ll only kill one of us, so the other has to suffer in loneliness, like he does?”
Picturing Bill dying in front of him and then having to spend the rest of his life alone, Tom stops pacing and goes ashen, realising how horrific that would be – to be ripped in half, torn in two, only part of a person. Not whole. Not ever again.
Just like me.
“Oh fuck. That’s what he’s gonna do,” Tom whispers with certain dread, taking off his hat and letting it fall to the floor. “He’s going to punish us for what happened to him. He’s gonna make us pay for his brother’s death by killing one of us!”
“No, he won’t. He cares about both of us too much.”
“Yes, he will! I know he will!”
The older boy is visibly stressed and beginning to hyperventilate, as if he can’t get enough air into his lungs. Trying to ease the situation, Bill takes Tom’s face in his hands, saying soothingly, “Breathe, Tom. Breathe. Everything is okay.”
Tom slaps Bill’s hands away. “Don’t tell me to breathe! Things are NOT okay.”
“Stay there. I’ll be back in a minute.” Going to the cupboard where he keeps his clothes, the younger twin pulls out a suitcase. Digging around in there, he comes out with a marijuana joint. It was in a plastic bag which he’s kept hidden in his luggage until now. He lights it, takes a deep puff and then offers it to Tom.
“Here. You’re totally freaking out. This’ll help you calm down.”
“I don’t need calming down!” Tom objects, nevertheless accepting the hand-rolled cigarette from his brother and puffing on it as well. “Where’d this come from?”
“Never you mind. It would have been nice to have this in the hot tub by the beach.” Bill sighs and gazes around at the concrete walls that have enclosed them for the last few weeks. “So much for our relaxing holiday.”
“We’ll probably never see the beach again,” Tom mumbles dismally, holding in a lungful of smoke and dropping his well-built form onto the couch. “We’ll never see ANYTHING again.”
Perching next to Tom, Bill scolds, “Don’t be so dramatic. And give me some more of that.” He holds out his hand.
I’m amazed that Bill isn’t more upset with me for lying about my brother. I really thought he’d be the one freaking out or breaking down after hearing the news but since shedding a couple of initial tears it seems he’s come to accept what he has been told. Understanding it, even. Knowing everything he does now, he still thinks I’m a decent person and trusts me way more than any sane person should.
The twins share the joint, passing it back and forth, although Tom smokes most of it. Bill lets him, the two brothers sitting there smoking in silence, each focused on their own sobering thoughts.
A little while later, Bill ventures, “We should make love, Tom.”
Only half paying attention, Tom glances up, his squinty eyes expanding to maximum as he realises the words his little brother just spoke. Midway through inhaling, Tom immediately coughs it all back out again, choking and spluttering. “W-What?”
“I said: we should make love,” Bill repeats quite seriously. “I think we should stop denying what we both want and just do it.”
Tom gapes at his suddenly-forthright twin, the stub of the marijuana cigarette dropping from his fingertips onto the carpet. Standing up and clumsily grinding out the smouldering joint with his shoe before it sets their room on fire, Tom swallows before he answers, his stunned gaze flicking up and down Bill’s seated figure as if to reassure himself he’s not hallucinating from the weed he’s just smoked.
“Why are you bringing that up now?” Tom asks, confused by the unexpected and unwelcome topic. “It’s the LAST thing you should be thinking about!”
“I know, but I’m thinking it anyway. Hey, I’m just being honest.” Bill is gazing at his duplicate sibling with complete openness. “Tonight may be our last chance to be alone like this. We should make the most of it.”
“Stop!” The older boy grabs at his dreadlocks with both hands in vexed horror. “What is wrong with you, Bill? I mean, we just found out our kidnapper has a split personality that’s even more mental than he is! He’s in his bedroom down the hall plotting our death as we speak. We’re gonna get murdered, our mutilated bodies are probably going to end up dumped in some rat-infested sewer and you want to have SEX?”
“We need to do something, Tom. We need to do something good and real, something meaningful. I can’t sit here all night listening to your morbid thoughts of what may or may not happen to us.”
“Morbid? Try realistic. We could be dead tomorrow!”
“Well, if that’s the case, I don’t want to die a virgin. I don’t want to die not knowing what it’s like to be made love to.” The determined nineteen year old brunette stands up and steps closer to Tom. “Especially by you.”
“Don’t. Don’t tell me that.” Tom stumbles back before Bill can touch him, shaking his head and looking distraught. “I …can’t.”
“Why can’t you? There’s nobody watching us and no reason to be ashamed of how we feel about each other. Being down here for so long has made me realise what the truly important things are in life and worrying about other people’s judgements isn’t one of them. Like you once said, fuck what they think.” Using logic and persuasion, Bill resolutely chips away at his brother’s continued resistance. “The night we got drunk in the games room, you told me that you loved me. Don’t you anymore?”
“Of course I do.”
“As a brother only or as something more?”
Closing his eyes for a moment, Tom concedes quietly and torturedly, “Something more.”
“Then why are you so frightened of me?”
Reopening his eyes Tom stares at Bill, forgetting for the moment about me in the other room nearby and what I might be planning, only seeing his younger sibling - his beloved twin and soul mate - the one he wants to protect and save from everything bad in the world.
“I’m not frightened of you, Bill…I’m frightened of LOSING you,” Tom confesses in a broken voice, the marijuana he’s smoked making him more truthful and vulnerable than he would have been normally. “I’m frightened of having you taken away from me. Or that I’ll drive you to leave me somehow - that I’ll hurt you so badly you’ll walk out and never come back. I don’t want to give you everything you’re asking for only to be left alone at the end, left with a great big hole in my life. I couldn’t survive without you. I just…couldn’t.”
“You won’t. You’ll never lose me and I will never leave you,” Bill swears, stepping forward and laying his palm over Tom’s chest, above his pounding heart. “I’m you. And you’re me. We were born into this world together and we’ll go out of it together. Nothing and nobody else matters. Only we do, Tom.”
He reaches up and takes Tom’s handsome face in his delicate hands, lovingly cupping the older teen’s jaw.
“Just me and you. Forever.”
Mirroring the movement, Tom does the same, cradling Bill’s cheeks with trembling fingers, leaning closer and resting his forehead on the other boy’s, both of them in an identical pose - brow to brow, nose to nose, their eyes closed, breaths brushing over each other’s parted lips.
“I’m scared,” Tom admits, whispering unsteadily. “Bill, I’m so fucking scared...”
I’m not sure if he’s more scared of taking their intimacy to the deepest level possible or just scared of dying here in this basement but Bill seems to understand what Tom means.
“I know. If we’re not going to wake up tomorrow, if this is our final night alive on this earth, we need to treasure it,” Bill whispers back, his mouth mere millimetres from Tom’s. “I want to spend the whole night in your arms, Tom, being loved by you. If we die in the morning, at least we die happy. And together, the way it should be.”
Tom’s chin quivers. His shoulders begin to shake, a tear escaping and slipping down his cheek, the muscular male finally cracking under all the intense emotional pressure.
With sweetly given tenderness, Bill brushes away that teardrop. “When you first joined me down here, you said you’d do anything for me, Tomi. Do you still mean that?”
“Yes,” the dreadlocked teenager chokes out hoarsely, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, still cupping Bill’s face with his hands. “I’d do anything for you, Bill. Anything.”
“Well, this is what I want most of all. Please, Tom,” Bill breathes, lifting his lashes and gazing hopefully at his sibling. “If you really love me, then show me that. Just start by kissing me, okay? Kiss me as if it’s our very last time together, as if it’s my dying wish.”
Believing that it will be, Tom gives a helpless sob and does what his twin asks of him, the bulkier boy angling his head, seeking out Bill’s lips and covering them with his own. Bill responds instantly, sucking in a fast breath through his nose and crushing himself against Tom’s body, Bill’s arms coiling around his brother’s neck to keep him close, their mouths automatically opening to each other like thirsty children standing in the rain. As their tongues meet and entangle, one pierced and one not, Tom seems to forget all about his paranoid death fears and instead falls into the genetically-destined heat that he and Bill are generating together with their same-sex kiss, their blood reacting like flammable chemicals being mixed in a laboratory.
Breathing hard, they press closer together, their bodies similar yet so different, a combination of softness and strength, each one possessing what the other one needs. With the help of the inhibition-numbing drugs in his system, Tom finally accepts their socially-forbidden attraction, letting himself fully feel it for the first time. Mouth moving hungrily against Bill’s, his strong hands slide down slender sides and waist, one of them slipping lower under Bill’s top and squeezing a cloth-covered buttock. Bill gives a small moan, always having wanted Tom to touch him like this, the way he normally touches women.
Drawing back, Tom gazes at his brother with hazy eyes, weighty dreads kept out of his line of sight by a thick grey headband that covers his ears. “You really want me to love you all night long?”
Bill nods eagerly. “Yeah. I really do. Do to me what you do to your girlfriends.”
A little squeak escapes Bill as Tom suddenly scoops Bill’s lighter figure up into his muscled arms, theatrical-style.
“I’ll do you better,” Tom returns impassionedly as he kisses his long-haired sibling again, promising to treat Bill with more respect and care than he’s ever treated any woman in the past.
Still kissing, Tom stumbles forward with his eyes closed, carrying his baby brother over to the bed and laying him down upon it. Their lips reluctantly separating, Bill leans back on his elbows, parting his thighs and looking at Tom expectantly. For a few moments, Tom kneels there and just stares down at his slenderer, prettier twin, at the blush in Bill’s cheeks, the dark desire in his chocolate gaze and the ripe moistness of his pink, kiss-puffed lips. A white sleeveless tank top covers Bill’s chest, the thin fabric sheer enough to reveal the dusky hue of his nipples beneath. His arms are bare and slim. A pair of stretchy black leggings with studs down the sides make him look even taller and leaner than he already is and his raven hair has been caught up into a girlish pigtail that drapes over one shoulder.
“God, Bill,” the older Kaulitz boy remarks in hushed reverence. “You are so damn beautiful…”
Unlike the time I forced him to say it, Tom is saying this on his own and he means every syllable.
“But you don’t need this,” he adds, pulling the rubber tie from Bill’s hair and letting the second boy’s streaked ebony mane fall naturally about his face and shoulders.
“Or this.”
Unclipping the clasp, he takes off Bill’s chunky silver necklace and lays it on the bedside table, revealing a pair of collarbones, exquisite in their symmetrical fragility.
“Or these…”
Methodically, Tom removes a multitude of rings from Bill’s feminine fingers, as well as a studded wrist cuff and metallic bracelets from the other boy’s forearm, only the Freiheit '89 tattoo remaining behind. Tom would probably take that off too, if it wasn’t permanently embedded in Bill’s skin.
“You don’t need any of that stuff to be beautiful,” Tom continues in a husky voice, caressing Bill’s hand and kissing the back of it like an old fashioned gentleman. Bill seems personally touched by that statement, staying quiet and letting Tom remove as many of the worldly objects from his body as he can.
Starting on clothing next, Tom grasps the white tank top, slipping it over Bill’s arms and head, leaving the younger musician bare-chested and panting fast with anticipation, his nipples hard and excited. His midriff and belly are taut and flat, the stylised ink-star stamped on his lower stomach pointing the way down to Bill’s other erogenous zones.
Next to be removed are Bill’s boots and the skin-tight pants, Tom peeling them down the second boy’s lengthy legs one at a time, hands stroking down silky calves and ankles as he goes. He stops still, staring at the black mesh underwear that Bill has on, similar to fishnet stockings but the holes are much smaller so nothing can fall out. They are quite skimpy and tie on the sides with strings, like a pair of bikini bottoms.
“Okay.” Tom licks his lips at the appetising vision of see-through nylon netting stretched over his brother’s hardened maleness. “You can keep those.”
Bill smiles at that but not for long, his expression changing to one of tenseness as a very horny, pot-affected Tom goes down and kisses Bill’s tattooed hip, subsequently sticking a tongue into the thinner twin’s navel. Hissing in a breath, Bill tenses even more as Tom moves further downward, getting closer to his dick. The older teen mouths the shape of Bill’s length through the black mesh, rapidly getting them damp on the front, causing the fine material to cling more closely to the singer’s solid male flesh. Bill whimpers. An even wetter spot appears at the tip of what Tom is mouthing and when he reaches that part, he lightly suckles it, drawing the clear fluid through the nylon webbing.
“You taste sweet,” Tom comments in pleased surprise. “Sweeter than any girl I’ve ever had.”
A distracted Bill is too busy biting his lip to reply. Tom doesn’t notice, swiftly plucking at and undoing the side-strings on the underwear, slipping them loose to get at Bill’s body unrestricted and suckling the other boy’s smooth, shiny tip again. Clawing the bed covers beneath him, Bill is gasping and bowing his back at the sensation of a hot mouth on his now-naked cock. From his reaction I can tell that this is the very first oral contact Bill’s ever had.

“You like that, huh?” Tom murmurs in a drugged fashion, dragging his lip-ring over and around the nerve-rich end of Bill’s stiffness. Bill just groans, pushing up into Tom’s face. Getting the hint, Tom takes the urgent organ into his mouth and slowly sucks it, closing his eyes and skating his hands up Bill’s sides and ribs to cup his brother’s narrow chest and stroke across tiny pink nipples with his thumbs. This must be what Tom does to women, cupping their breasts while he orally pleases them, only sucking their erect clit instead of a dick. But it has exactly the same effect on Bill, the inexperienced boy writhing with hyperstimulation and giving breathy gasps. In his lustful passion, Bill reaches down to yank the wide knitted head-wrap from Tom’s dreadlocks, allowing the blonde-brown cords to tumble free, Bill’s fingers immediately sinking into them and not letting go. His hips strain towards Tom’s opened lips, trying to get further into the wet heat beyond.
A low, muffled moan reverberates in Tom’s chest, proof that he’s enjoying what he’s doing and how strongly it affects his less-experienced brother.
Out of Bill pours a litany of helpless-sounding ‘Oh God’s and ‘Oh yes’s, the vocalist unaware of the things he’s saying, too caught up in the mind-blowing pleasure that Tom’s giving him with his mouth and tongue.
Hearing the sharpened pitch of Bill’s voice, Tom lifts his head, licking his lower lip and the ring pierced through the corner of it.
Cracking his eyes half-open, Bill groans in disappointment. “Why’d you stop?”
“Sorry. I just don’t want you to come yet,” Tom explains apologetically as he pulls back, rubbing each of Bill’s hardened nipples with a thumb-pad once more. “Not until I’m inside you.”
“Then do it,” Bill urges, more than ready for what comes next, his cheeks and chest flushed with heightened arousal.
“I will. I’ll be right there in a minute, baby.” With that promise Tom leans over him, reaching for the bedside table. “I just gotta get you prepped first.”
Opening one of the drawers, Tom gets out the water-based lubricant I provided for them, breaking the seal on the brand new tube.
Spotting the condoms and uncertainly glancing at the still-full packet, Bill asks, “Should we use those too?”
“We don’t need them; it’s not like you can get pregnant,” Tom assures him. “Besides, if we’re gonna do this, I want to feel everything.”
He strokes Bill’s inked belly, not wanting any barriers between their bodies.
“I want to feel ALL of you.”
Nodding in agreement, Bill leaves the condoms where they sit and slides the drawer closed, leaning back onto both elbows. Indicating to the tube of gel in Tom’s hands, he questions, “You know what to do with that?”
“Yeah. I know. Koji showed me. He might be batshit crazy but I did learn a few useful things from his lessons.”
“Show me what you learned,” Bill coaches, bringing his knees up and spreading his shapely, milky-pale thighs.
Tom’s dilated pupils darken even more at what he sees. He grazes his fingertips lightly down the cleft revealed to him, feeling the silkiness of shaven skin and the small crinkled indentation of Bill’s secret opening. The brunette boy hums in encouragement, shifting his legs further apart. Squeezing out a dollop of colourless gel, Tom lubes up his fingers and carefully inserts them, one at a time like I told him. Bill closes his eyes, gasping as each slick digit sinks in, stretching him in the most indescribably pleasurable way. Tom slowly twists his wrist in a circular motion while moving his hand back and forth, making sure every bit of his brother’s untaken entrance is loosened and pliable. Tom’s calloused fingers have been here before but he wasn’t watching so closely last time or being as careful. Last time he was inadvertently too rough and left Bill sore in the morning but he won’t do that again this time. When Bill is whining in his throat and grinding against Tom’s hand, trying to get his fingers in more, Tom deems his little brother ready.
The older teen stands back long enough to remove his shoes and socks, pull his loose T-shirt off and drop his pants to his ankles. Then he slips his boxers down and steps out of his puddled clothing, revealing tanned, toned muscle from neck to calf, so unlike Bill’s ivory slenderness. Bill is attractive in an androgynous, statuesque way but Tom is pure male, pure hot-blooded man and it’s no wonder Bill wants him inside right this instant. It seems Tom wants this as much as Bill does, the now-nude guitar player quickly slicking himself with lube and climbing back onto the bed with his twin.
Despite everything they’ve already done Bill is still a virgin and so Tom has to give full consideration to make sure he doesn’t hurt his little brother when that virginity is taken from him. Kissing Bills shoulder, Tom turns the younger teenager over so he’s lying on his side and Tom is behind him. He hooks Bill’s leg over his thigh and pulls the sheets up to semi-cover their nakedness and ensure Bill doesn’t get cold. Appreciating the thoughtful gesture, Bill relaxes against Tom’s warm body trustingly. Tom slips an arm under Bill’s neck, wrapping it across his sibling’s thin chest and holding him close, shielding Bill, loving him, keeping him safe. In this spooned position, Bill feels sheltered, protected and cared for, and Tom gets to feel as though he’s the one doing the sheltering, protecting and caring. They can also kiss this way too, Bill turning his head towards Tom so their lips can meet.
“I love you,” Bill whispers feverishly in between kisses. “I love you so, so much, Tomi.”
Whispering back, Tom returns, “Love you too, Bill.”
“Promise me, no matter what – it’s you and me. Forever.”
Sounding as though he’s making lifelong wedding vows, Tom repeats the same words to Bill in solemn German, “Dich und mich. Für immer...”
Awarding Tom a thankful kiss on the mouth, Bill then turns away, readying himself. Positioned directly behind Bill’s side-lying figure, Tom guides his slickened length to the precious point of entry he’s prepared. I can’t see much of anything down below because the rumpled top-sheet is over their waists covering them but I can see Tom’s hips pressing forward and I can see Bill’s face, the taut expression of concentration on his brow as he shifts and adjusts his lower body, helping guide Tom to the right place. He gasps and stiffens when Tom’s tip finally goes in.
“Shit,” Tom curses, instantly halting with his hand on the curve Bill’s waist. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, you’re not.” Bill shakes his head dizzily. “Keep going.”
When they’ve done this a few times Tom will intuitively be able to tell if anything he’s doing hurts Bill, without even asking, but for now this is all brand new and unfamiliar to him. In a way, he’s practically virginal too. Cautiously, Tom continues - withdrawing until he’s almost out and then pushing back in, inch by inch, the way I showed him. He repeats this in a slow, rocking motion, the care he’s taking such a contrast to when he savagely took me, the stronger nineteen year old using the instructions I taught him and entering Bill the way it ought to be done, gently and carefully.
“How far are you in?” Bill soon asks, a slight frown drawing his brows together.
Tom glances down. “About two-thirds. You okay?”
Nodding, Bill replies, “Yeah. I’m good.”
Tom pushes in a little bit more and Bill moans, moving against him and rotating his pelvis in small circles, needing Tom deeper.
“Don’t,” Tom anxiously warns him, gripping Bill’s hip and holding it. “Stay still.”
Bill obeys. Even though Tom is also staying motionless and trying to delay his orgasm, it approaches anyway, the older teen gritting his teeth and groaning, quietly at first and then louder and more desperate as his tension builds. Knowing Tom is about to come brings Bill to the very same level as well, the slimmer boy reaching under the sheet for his own hardness and stroking it as Tom is inside him. Bill’s climax rapidly nears, the singer letting out a series of soft cries that rise in volume, length and desperation, matching Tom’s lower-toned groans in intensity.
Hearing Bill moaning like that, Tom screws his face up in a last-ditch effort to control himself. Being joined to his identical twin is simply too much, too intense - their skin, their blood, their DNA, their molecules…all fused and melded, the way they were in utero before they divided and turned into two distinct beings. Becoming one again is too powerful and emotionally affecting and Tom isn’t able to hold back much longer. As though he can sense this, Bill responds, digging his varnished nails into Tom’s tense, veined forearm and squeezing his eyes shut. Suddenly bucking backwards against the solid flesh connecting him to his elder brother, Bill takes it all the way down to the thick base – as though wanting Tom as far inside him as possible, as deep as possible, reaching the very centre of his core, making them the closest and most bonded they can ever be. As he’s blinded by the bright, brilliant light of their unification, Bill’s willowy figure jerks with convulsive ecstasy, the sheet draped over his hips getting drenched at the front as his essence surges forth.
“Tom, Tom, Tom, Tommm,” he chants, the last word turning into a drawn-out sobbing moan of pleasure.
Witnessing his soul mate in the midst of such heart-soaring rapture snaps that last filament of restraint that Tom was hanging onto, the more muscular male quickly and urgently thrusting into Bill’s tattooed body a couple of times and releasing the warm rush of his seed with one final, rumbling groan of pent-up passion, the source of his manhood buried deeply within his prettier brother. A long, slow shudder runs through Tom’s larger frame and then the two twins lie still.
“Oh Gott…” Bill breathes shakily, sounding as though he’s just had a profound spiritual experience. Tom cannot speak yet. After the effort of attempting to postpone his ejaculation, the bulkier boy is left weak and panting now that it’s over. He had been waiting for Bill to go first, thinking of his younger sibling before himself, as always. Tom’s face is pressed into the crook of Bill’s neck, where it meets his shoulder, hot breaths gusting over damp skin. Eyelids scrunching shut, Bill starts to cry, softly.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” Tom mumbles, worriedly stroking over Bill’s bare leg which has slipped out of the sheet. “I tried so hard not to.”
Bill shakes his head, wordlessly assuring Tom that he didn’t. Bill may be crying, but not because he’s in pain or regretting what they’ve done. He’s just overwhelmed by the life-changing power of their lovemaking. He had no idea it would be so shattering, busting him apart into a thousand pieces and then mending him back together in a totally different form. He’s never going to be the same again after this and they both know it. Neither of them are going to be the same. But that’s a good thing. This is where the rest of their lives begin.
As they recover from the breaking and reforming of their relationship, Tom holds Bill close and tight in those strong, safe arms, kissing away the tears that have trickled down his baby brother’s face, the older male murmuring tender promises of love - now, always and for the rest of time.
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