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Steal my love, Steal my kisses	By : PunkyEmoFreak Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 1370 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Tokio Hotel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Steal my love, Steal my kisses
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|| Bill’s POV ||

I felt the bed next to me dip down some and I tensed up the slightest of bits. We were in the hotel, his room adjoined to mine as it always did. I knew I shouldn’t be surprised to find him in here, but I still was. I was always surprised when he came to my room at night. This was something forbidden, something that no one could ever know about. I felt the blankets slowly be pulled down from around my shoulders and I laid as still as I could, letting him think I was sleeping. My eyes were still closed lightly; I didn’t even bother to open them to see who it was. There was only one person it could be.

“I know you’re not sleeping, Bill.” I felt his breath against my ear as he moved a hand down my back and it took every fiber of my being not to shudder from his touch, “I can see you breathing uneven… I can nearly feel…” He traced his hand back up my back and under my shirt, “How fast your heart is beating. You were waiting for me.” I did shudder this time, opening my eyes to turn my head and look at him. Seeing his face and his smile on me I knew he was right, I was waiting for him. That’s why I was so surprised that he actually came.

“I missed you…” I told him, frowning slightly. He would know that, wouldn’t he? I know he catches me staring at him when no one is looking. He didn’t respond to my words, he just caught my chin in his hand before pressing out lips together and I was gone, melting into his arms and falling for him all over again like I did the first time this happened. All he had to do was kiss me and anything else I was thinking or doing didn’t matter, he was with me for the rest of the night.

He pushed me to my back before he straddled my hips, never breaking our lips apart from each other and a soft moan escaped from my lips. I wondered vaguely if he knew what he doing to me. Not physically of course, because that was a given, but mentally. If he knew how far I had fallen for him… probably not…

He rocked his hips against mine as our kiss got deeper, his tongue sliding into my mouth and dominating over me like he had been doing for the last few months. I could still remember every little thing we’ve done together; he probably doesn’t remember even one of them. His tongue pressed down against mine and I could taste him-

A flavour that wasn’t able to be found anywhere else. A mixture of cigarettes and alcohol with something else that I couldn’t even name that was just so perfectly and utterly him. It was like tasting for favourite food after being denied it for too long, you just want more and more of it even if it will make you sick later just thinking about it. That’s what he is to me…

I always want more and more of him, more of his kisses, more of his taste, more of his touches, more of his sweet caresses. He broke our lips apart for a moment and I whimpered, my sweeter then candy essence leaving my lips. Though the sound was muffled by my shirt that was pulled over my head and I was awestruck as I saw his lifting over his head and being tossed carelessly to the side with mine. Our lips were back together and a jolt of pleasure trickled throughout my body as our skin touched. I wanted more… I needed more.

It wasn’t long before I felt his hands doing exactly what I wanted them to do; they slid around the front of my pajama bottoms and slid them down, trailing kisses down my small body as he did so. I had to bit my lip to keep myself from moaning to loud, I knew we couldn’t get caught. We’d be in so much trouble.

When I felt his lips moving back up my body, I noticed his lack of clothing as well. My back arched off the bed and my hips pressed up against his when he caught me in another scorching kiss. He was as hard as I was; I knew he wanted me as bad as I wanted him. That in itself was amazing. With all the people he could- as does- have, he still comes to me.

“Fuck…” I heard him hiss, bucking his hips hard against my own and I gasped out in need, my body shuddering slightly under him. “Where’s the lube?” He asked me, I couldn’t answer him with words. His hips were still rocking against my own and I wasn’t able to form any words. My parted lips only emitted soft moans. So I just pointed to the table next to me bed for the night. He held himself up on one hand, using the other to reach over me and into the little drawer, finding what we both needed.

“Just fuck me…” I begged him, his hips had stopped moving and he was applying the lube to his fingers. He furrowed his brows at me, “Don’t prepare me tonight… I need you now…” I told him, I knew it would hurt a little more. But I was already to far gone to care. I just needed him inside of me as quick as possible.

He leaned back a little as he coated his length in the cold liquid, I heard him hiss a little from the feeling of his own hand. We both knew it’d feel even better once he was inside of me. He wiped the excess gel onto the covers of the bed, grabbing my legs and wrapping them around my waist. I took a deep breath to relax, I didn’t need to make this any harder then it was going to be. I should have let him prepare me… but I couldn’t. I needed it to bad. “Now… please…” I mumbled, he pressed out lips together the same as he pushed his hips hard to my own, burying himself deep inside of me. I cried out into the kiss, but not from the pain I should be feeling, but from the pleasure that I was feeling. He was just so… good. There was no way around it.

His thrusts were quick, dead on against my sweet spot. His lips on mine were the only thing keeping the hotel from hearing me scream. I’m loud… we learned that the hard way as well. My nails scratched down his back and his elbows locked so he could keep himself up as his hips pressed harder into me. He knew what I wanted, which was well because I knew what he wanted.

The constant prodding against that bundle of nerves inside of me was sending me closer and closer to the edge, I could feel his arms shaking on either side of me as I tightened around him. He wouldn’t hold out much longer then me, I was already tighter then any girl he could be with- my pleasure only added to his. The closer I was getting I could feel my stomach turning to knots and my toes curling, it wouldn’t be long now.

One… two… three more hard movements and I lost it all, I tightened more around him and cried his name against his lips, my come shooting in between our bodies. As I tightened around him, I could feel his thrusts becoming more erratic and uneven until he stiffened above me and his own load exploded inside of me, I moaned from the feeling.

He was breathing hard as he stared into my eyes, a dark brown identical to his own. Especially now with my face free from make-up since I was supposed to be sleeping. He kissed me lightly and I nipped at his lip ring, he laughed a little. I didn’t want him to go… I knew he was going to.

He pressed a few lazy kisses from my jaw to my neck then up to my ear, I sighed in content. I knew he’d come back to me… it was the only thing that was going to get me to let him go. Tom would keep coming back to me. I let my legs fall from around his waist and he kissed my mouth one more time, “See you in the morning, Bill.” He said softly, I couldn’t even say good-night before my brother was dashed out of the room.

I crawled out of the bed, finding my forgotten pajama’s and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, my face still flushed from my adventure with my twin. I smelled like him right now, and I knew that was wrong. I could hear the shower running in Tom’s room next to mine and it took all I have to just stay in my own bathroom. My own shower. He wouldn’t ever mention this again, come morning- Tom would act like there was nothing that happened between us during some of the nights.

I don’t know why I don’t just turn him away at night, ever since the first night when he came into my bunk on the bus, drunk and falling over himself, I haven’t been able to turn him away. He gave me the softest kiss then too- he thought I was someone else I think. But it didn’t matter, I let him know it was me. He swore that he already knew and he kissed me again.

Tomi took my virginity that night, and I don’t regret it at all. If I had to do it again, I wouldn’t change a thing. No one knew anything… and as long as it stayed a secret between the two of us, then there was nothing to worry about and I would still have him at night. Well, the nights when he would sneak back into my room and we’d have a round two or three or whatever number we’re on of passionate whatever.

It down on me then, while I let the hot water wash both mine and Tom’s come off my body is that the reason I don’t turn him away… is because I love him. It’s a sick and twisted thought, but I do. And Tom must have some sort of feeling for me too… else he wouldn’t keep coming back.

As long as I’ve known him, he’s never fucked anyone more then once. Not anyone but me. I wish I could talk to him about it, ask him something. But I can’t, bringing it up might bring it to an immediate stop. And I don’t want it to stop.

Five months ago this started… and it scares me to know end knowing it could stop any minute, especially when I don’t want it too. But I do want answers… life sucks sometimes. Except I knew which one would win.

The want for my brother was enough to overpower the want to know why.
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