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Destroying Something Beautiful	By : Madame_Lazla Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 1446 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: THIS IS PURELY FICTION - I own neither the Tokio Hotel & Jonas Brother fandoms, nor do I know the boys personally. I gain no money from this - only self-gratification.

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NOTE: I do not own Beyonce, Jay-Z or any of their fandoms. I gain no money from them and do not know them. Their mention in this story is entirely fictional.

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In anderen Nachrichten hatten deutscher Prominenter und Erbin Ilse Louw das Wohltätigkeitsmittagessen von UNICEF gestern Abend am Hotel ihres verstorbenen Großvaters in Magdeburg gestern Abend zu Gast. Das Ereignis war ein Erfolg, Berühmtheiten in der ganzen Welt bringend. Wenn interviewt, durch The Times gestern Frau hatte Louw das, um zu sagen:

“Es war nichts, ich tue nur meine Aufgabe, wie eine Person in der Minderheit des Luxus zu ... eine Hand zu jenen weniger glücklichen leiht. Stellen Sie sich vor, eine sieben Kurs-Mahlzeit nicht zu essen!? Ich konnte mich nicht wie das behelfen...”

Gosh, but that not-so-little cow was persistent! Here she was, going on in his dream! Back, evil woman! Back! The power of Christ compels you! Die! Die!

“... Und ich möchte mich bei allen jenen A-listers bedanken, wer kam. Mein Großvater hätte das wirklich geschätzt. Wussten Sie, dass Jay-Z dort war? Er kam mit Beyonce, und sie trug den Lieblings-en - wenn nicht eine der preiswerteren Versionen - Coco Chanel Kleid. Viele Leute sagen, dass ich wie Beyonce aussehe. Stimmen Sie Nicht zu? Natürlich bin ich viel dünner, und Jay-Z hätte mich ohne die Tatsache aufgenommen, dass ich bereits beschäftigt bin... Er nimmt Verwerfung gut nicht...”

He can’t take it any longer! Snapping his eyes open, Joe flipped on his back and stared at the ceiling a few moments before sitting up. So, it wasn’t a dream after all - Nick had somehow managed to sneak into his hotel room and was watching some German news channel on his flat screen TV.

Joe rubbed his eyes in rough irritation and flipped his wrist, where he still had his watch on. 08:30 am - too bloody early to be up, considering he only went to bed around 4.

“Do you even understand what the heck they’re saying?” he grumbled at his brother.

“Not a clue,” Nick replied instantly, munching.

Joe frowned, “Are you eating? What are you eating? Why aren’t I eating? No fair...”

“Idiot,” Nick stuck out his tongue, which looked like a rainbow, “I came to wake you up, but you looked so...ugly that I didn’t want to wake you. Everyone else is having breakfast downstairs, so I ordered breakfast in bed for you. And something for myself, because I’m being such a Good Samaritan right now.”

Joe swung his feet out of bed, smirking, “Aw, look at ‘cha! You’ve finally accepted your fate as a trophy housewife!”

“I hope you choke on your omelette,” Nick commented dryly, moving over so that Joe could sit next to him, as soon as he lifted his jaw off the floor and decided to clear the gold serving trays.

“Did I mention how much I love you?” Joe beamed, making kissy faces as Nick scoffed, munching rapidly on his bowl of brightly coloured rings.

“You do know that Froot Loops are for KIDS?” Joe wrinkled his nose. Nick stuck his tongue out at him.

“You know how Mom feels about them. And they were just sitting there on the menu. So sue me.”

“Oh, I’m so judging you right now...” Joe rolled his eyes, but that didn’t stop him from using a tablespoon to swipe a significant amount of Nick’s cereal and pop it into his mouth.

“Who’s the kid now!?” Nick yelled, punching Joe.

Joe stuck out his tongue, where a pink and a yellow Froot Loop were still stuck to his tongue, “You want ‘em? Come get ‘em big boy.”

“Gross,” Nick muttered, turning his attention to the TV. At least whatever had been biting Joe’s behind last night was luckily - excuse the pun - behind him. He didn’t like it when Joe kept secrets from him.

Which reminds him...

“Why did you change your email password?” Joe’s eyes went wide as he watched his brother.

“How did you know that? Dirty stalker. I can’t believe it - first the fans, now my kid brother! Why is everyone so obsessed with me!? Damn the Heavens for making me so freakin’ perfect!”

“Heck no! You got an email earlier and I tried to see it, but they rejected the password I typed in.”

“Finally!” Joe shot up from the couch. Because he so focused on the laptop on the table where he had left it, he had forgotten he was sitting with a tray and most of the food (which was all runny - run ketchup run!) slipped and ended up in Nick’s lap.

“JOE! WHAT THE HELL!?” Nick shrieked.

“Huh?” Joe was settling into the chair.

“I JUST GOT THESE JEANS! LOOK WHAT HAPPENED BECAUSE OF YOU!”

Joe glanced at his brother’s jeans. Oh that’s messy.

“You should be more careful with your food.”

Nick shot him such an incredulous look Joe could’ve sworn he had killed his brother’s dog, “Jerk!”

“Well there’s nothing I can do about it now, is there Nick?” Joe frowned, “At least the colours compliment each other.”

“After all I’ve - ! You know what, whatever. I’m never forgiving you for this!”

“Of course you’re going to forgive me,” Joe drawled, never taking his eyes off the laptop as he clicked and typed into his account, “Wouldn’t want Mom to know what we ate for breakfast, do we?”

Nick’s eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. A heavyset silence gripped the air as Nick glared at Joe and Joe ignored his brother.

“I hope that one day, you actually do grow up. Because you make everyone sick with that self-absorbed brattiness.”

With a slam of the door, Nick was gone.

“Tou-chy,” Joe sang. And he sang it again and again and again until he was in a fit of giggles That’s better. Silly little mantras made everything okay. They had all those years ago and they still did.

Now, finally for some silence. Thank God (no really, he did) that he had been quickened to change his password just last night. Divine Intervention like no other.

Ah, now what did she say?

Hey Joe!

Wow, now that’s something! So your ‘friend’ experienced a little showdown with some rather unGodly people? I’m not going to ask what they were doing (for the sake of my mind’s virginity), but I’m just going to assume that they weren’t holding hands! :)

I don’t know what I’d do in a situation like that - it must be hard for your ‘friend’. As Christians - heck, as people in GENERAL! - we’re supposed to help people leave painful patterns and lifestyles and show them how to live their lives better. How do you do that with people stuck so deep in a cycle of destruction? Your ‘frien - you know what, I’m going to stop pretending, because we both know that the ‘friend of mine’ gag only worked when people had poofy haridos and thought Y2K was Armageddon with a memory stick.. =_=

Joe, God has sent you to help these people. Those two WANT your help - why else would they look for you? Maybe they just need to be around someone who is living their lives in the right way. Maybe they need an exorcism. Pray on it, and God will tell you which way to go.

Until then, don’t do anything stupid. Scratch that thought - by the time you’ve read this you’d have already rocked a ‘Joe’. ;)

Try not to kill yourself!

Mandy XxX

Joe smiled, imagining Mandy, straight (when she managed to iron the curls out) blonde hair in a loose ponytail, slightly tanned legs swinging over the childhood treehouse in her backyard, where they used to confide in each other under the watchful gaze of her wary parents. He could hear her voice, which warmed him up and made him tingle. Back in the day, he had mistaken that tingle for love.

He sighed, closing the laptop. If only he had been able to love her. Life would’ve been easier. He felt so bad for what had happened between them - as if he’d ripped off her wings so she could no longer fly to Heaven. And worse was the Postscript that, although not written, was there in phantom form:

P.S: I’ll never get over you.

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A good long shower later and Joe was parading down the stairs, feeling on top of the world. Mandy was right - they needed to get Saved. And Joe was just the guy to do it, gosh darnit!

Super Religion Guy to the rescue!! Da da da da!!!

In his excitement, Joe missed a step and slipped. Lurching forward, he closed his eyes and imagined his eulogy:

Joe was a nice kid. Sure he barked up the wrong trees and fell down the wrong hotel stairs., but he was a good kid. Ate his greens. Didn’t touch the cabbage, but we were gonna work on that. Oh well...

“Oh my god. Are you okay?”

What a way to go! He’s only been dead two seconds, and he’s in the arms of an angel!

Opening one eye, he saw his angel.

His heart sank into his stomach (where it was promptly eaten by those pesky juices) and his cape burned to cinders.

He was in the arms of Bill Kaulitz, who was quickly becoming his Kryptonite.

***

"GAAAAHHH!!!!"

That was Joe’s first thought. However, he was in such a fluster he forgot to keep it a thought. Bill jumped a little, shocked at Joe’s sudden outburst, and lost his footing. Grunting as they thudded down the stairs, Joe instinctively gripped on Bill and Bill, because he liked how Joe felt, wrapped his slender arms around the smaller teen and protected him with his own body.

With a painful crash the pair landed on the 5th floor landing, Joe sprawled underneath Bill. It took him a moment to register that there was someone beneath him before Bill hoisted his upper body up. He stared down at the flustered, confused boy beneath him, cheeks turning a bright red. It was such a cute image, Bill could not help but want to mess with it.

And that was what he did.

“I’m so sorry! That was so stupid of me!” to prove his point, Bill slapped his forehead, jutting his hips forward a little.

“Uhm...” Joe tried to think of the words to say as he tried - and dismally failed - to ignore the slight rocking of Bill’s hips against his groin.

“Are you okay?” Bill peered down at Joe, mustering his best I’m-So-Innocent-Slash-Fuck-Me look. He inwardly jumped for joy when he saw how ruffled up Joe seemed to be, his eyes glazing over as he fought the desire. God dammit, Bill still had it going on!

The light from the window on the landing behind Bill twinkled, casting a perfect halo behind the raven-haired rock star. He looked... so beautiful. It made something in Joe lurch and tingle... or maybe that was just the sensation of him getting hard under Bill’s subtle dry-humping.

Snapping back to reality, Joe zealously pushed Bill off him, springing to his feet before Bill had another chance to ride him.

“Yea... I - I... what I mean to say is... FINE! HA HA! I’M FINE!” Bill arched a delicate eyebrow as Joe laughed uneasily. The little fucker had energy - and Bill loved it. Stamina was always a strong point in a potential fuck.

“Glad to know,” Bill smiled, untangling his legs and standing up so he towered Joe. Joe backed away slowly, slipping as he missed another stair. Bill reached out to grab him again.

“NO! Ha ha ha! I’m good! Just... d-don’t touch me again, ok?” he chuckled shakily as Bill kept advancing forward.

“If you say so, Joe-Joe...” Bill trailed off, smiling lop-sidedly.

“Oh gosh...” Joe gulped, remembering he had something to ask of Bill, “Uhm... B-B-B...?”

“Yes, Joe-Joe?” Bill breathed, pinning Joe against a wall on the 4th floor. He wondered if Joe noticed he had walked the stairs backwards.

“Uh... this is gonna sound so weird, but... y-you didn’t - and I mean, this sounds weird to me too - but you didn’t... go out last night, did you?”

“Yes,” Bill replied, manicured fingers trailing up and down Joe’s arm. It was cute that just that alone gave the pop star goose bumps.

Joe’s eyes went wide as he watched Bill in surprise.

Bill smiled, “You risk so much, Joe-Joe. You need a Guardian Angel,” he was just inches away from Joe’s lips, which the boy had unconsciously wetted.

“I’ll gladly give my wings for you.”

Joe felt Bill’s lips lightly brush against him before Common Sense beat the crap out of Carnal Desire and took the steering wheel of Joe’s body. Under the expert driving of Common Sense, Joe was reversing from the kiss and breaking world records as he floored the accelerator and hightailed it out of there.

***

Bill watched the teen stumbled and slide down stairs in his attempt to escape. It was so fucking cute! Bill had almost forgotten to take things slow and as a result, he ended up going further then he had intended - though his original plan of knocking on Joe’s door claiming to be lost would probably have him riding Joe for real.

Nena’s ‘99 Balloons’ started blaring from nowhere. It took a few seconds for Bill to register it was his phone.

“Hello?”

“Bill, where the fuck are you? I wake up to find you’ve disappeared and left me all alone with YOUR mess!”

“Sorry, Tomi! I just... wanted to be spontaneous, y’know?” Bill leaned against the wall smiling.

“How about we go out for breakfast when I get back? Tomi, I’ve found a new game to play...”

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Chapter End Notes:

The translations for the first part:

In other news, German socialite and heiress Ilse Louw hosted the UNICEF Charity dinner last night at her late grandfather's hotel in Magdeburg last night. The event was a success, bringing celebrities the world over. When interviewed by The Times yesterday, Frau louw had this to say:

"It was nothing, I'm only doing my duty as a person in the minority of luxury to...lend a hand to those less fortunate. Imagine not eating a seven course meal!? I could not manage like that..."

"...And I'd like to thank all those A-listers who came. My grandfather would really have appreciated that. Did you know Jay-Z was there? He came with Beyonce and she was wearing the most darling - if not one of the cheaper versions - Coco Chanel dress. A lot of people say that I look like Beyonce. Don't you agree? Of course I'm much thinner and Jay-Z would've taken me up if it weren't for the fact that I'm already engaged... He doesn't take rejection well..."
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