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Title: Out With the Old, In With the New 16/20
Author: Beren
Fandom: Tokio Hotel RPS
Pairing(s): Bill/Tom, Bill/OMC (reported, non-con)
Rating: NC17/18
Warnings: rape (non-graphic), twincest, vampires
Summary: There are things that many people do not see and are never supposed to see, but when one of these takes Bill from his hotel room, by force, everything changes for him and Tom.
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Prologue | Ch 01 | Ch 02 | Ch 03 | Ch 04
| Ch 05 | Ch 06 | Ch 07 | Ch 08 | Ch 09
| Ch 10 | Ch 11 | Ch 12 | Ch 13 | Ch 14
| Ch 15 | Ch 16 | Ch 17 | Ch 18 | Ch 19 | Ch 20
Full Chapter Listing (with chapter descriptions)
Chapter 16 Normal Is As Normal Does
It was two days before they were in another hotel and even though Georg and Gustav knew about them now, neither Bill nor Tom wanted to push their luck, so they had no chance for more than a little kissing in Tom's bunk. That was why Tom dragged Bill towards his hotel room as fast as possible once they were checked in.
"Hey, guys," Georg called to them just as Tom got the key in the lock, "want to go down to the bar."
One look at Bill told Tom what the answer was to that.
"Give us an hour," he said, opening the door and pushing Bill inside; "we're going to be busy until then."
Georg looked confused.
"The other night was rather ..." Tom tried to explain because he didn't want his friend thinking they were brushing him off, but he didn't want to say too much either, "and we've had no chance ... so ... y'know ... 'busy'."
It was quite clear that the light dawned as Georg went a light shade of pink.
"Gotcha," Georg said and hurriedly entered his own room.
Bill was giggling by the time Tom entered the room and that definitely wasn't the reaction Tom wanted.
"I hope you didn't scar him for life," Bill said, clearly enjoying the whole situation; "a bassist with bad mental images might not be able to keep time."
"Right now I couldn't care less," Tom said, slamming the door and pushing Bill up against it.
Bill's smile went from amused to interested in a heartbeat.
"Level 2?" Bill said with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.
"I thought you'd never ask," Tom responded and kissed his twin soundly.
Bill looked a little dazed when he pulled back, which was just how he wanted him.
"Shouldn't we..?" Bill asked, looking further into the room and indicating the more comfortable surroundings.
"Well we could," Tom said, although he had little intention of letting Bill go unless Bill really wanted him to, "or you could just brace yourself."
The way Bill's eyes opened in surprise was very endearing, but Tom wasn't on the same page as cute at the moment, he was well into sexy, soon to be debauched. When Bill didn't object, he fell to his knees and very efficiently released Bill's belt. He looked up one more time to make sure Bill wasn't averse to what he was doing and he saw just a hint of nervousness in Bill's face, but it was completely overshadowed by desire.
He made short work of the fastenings on Bill's jeans and then he pulled them and Bill's underwear down over Bill's pale, firm thighs. There, right in front of him, was his prize and he had no idea why the thought of taking his twin's cock into his mouth turned him on quite so much, but it made his groin throb just thinking about it. Bill had obviously been thinking about something, whether it was blowjobs or alternatives, because Bill was fully erect.
"Ready for me, Little Brother?" he asked, throwing off his cap and keeping his eyes firmly glued to his goal.
"Y...ungh," Bill reply disappeared into complete incoherence as Tom reached out and took what he wanted.
He didn't bother with anything half-hearted, Tom just opened his mouth and swallowed as much of Bill as he could manage. With a grip on Bill's hips, he held his twin in place and sucked as hard as he dared.
"Tomi," Bill all but whined, grabbing onto his shoulders.
Blowjobs were a bit of a mystery from the giving end for Tom, but he'd received enough of them, so he had a fairly good idea of what worked and what didn't as he set about exploding every brain cell Bill possessed. He hadn't really known what to expect taste wise, but he definitely didn't find it unpleasant; salty and somehow, intensely Bill and he wanted just about anything he could get of Bill.
It wasn't as easy as it had looked from the receiving end and, as he pulled back a little, he lost some control, so he brought one hand in to help. The way Bill whimpered a little as he touched him sent erotic messages all over his body and he decided the hand was a very good idea. He used his thumb to make sure he wasn't about to do anything stupid like slip and stab himself in the eye with Bill's cock and used his fingers to slide over Bill's balls.
Even though he knew they were identical and he knew Bill was really blond it still surprised him to see sandy curls in front of him. Bill's self image obviously still knew what hair colour he really had. The hair was soft in places, wiry in others and he let his fingers run over and through it and Bill slid about an inch down the door.
"Oh god," Bill panted quietly.
Tom would have smiled if he hadn't had his mouth full. Just the way Bill spoke turned him on like he couldn't believe, so the fact that he was driving his twin to it was doing things to him he was having trouble following.
He used every trick in the book that any girl had ever used on him: he ran his tongue over Bill's head, sliding down the crease and discovered that Bill was a little more sensitive there than he was and could take about ten blissful seconds of such treatment before leg muscles began to give out; he hollowed his cheeks and sucked, which Bill seemed to like a lot; he did his best to deep throat, but that was obviously going to take practice; and he used the head of Bill's cock as a lollipop for a time which turned Bill into a gasping wreck as well.
As he played, Bill whimpered and moaned and gasped and clung to him in what felt like complete desperation and every indication of pleasure from his twin had him moving that one step higher in bliss himself. This was the image that he had had in his head for weeks, the image that had been driving him crazy and the real thing was even better than his imagination.
"Tomi," Bill moaned, more than a little loudly; if anyone had been passing in the hallway they would have known exactly what was going on, so it was lucky for them that the floor was mostly off limits to the general populace.
Bill's thighs were shaking by then, little tremors running up and down as Bill tried to hold himself up and Tom had one eye on his twin's footing just in case he had to catch. He couldn't help himself though; he was so achingly hard that he removed his spare hand from Bill's hip, fumbled with his belt and zip and dived into his underwear. He couldn't help moaning as his fingers encircled his own cock and, from the way Bill trembled from head to foot, he thought it was probably good for Bill too.
With that in mind he fisted his cock, sucked on Bill's and hummed at the same time. Bill swore very loudly and colourfully, shuddered as if motor control was a completely forgotten ability and warm liquid hit the back of Tom's throat. He swallowed automatically and the simple eroticism of the experience was more than enough to send him tumbling over the edge of orgasm as well. He just about managed to use the hand that had been fondling Bill to keep his motor functionally challenged twin in place as his own body dissolved in spasms of wonderful sensation.
Bill was leaning against the wall, eyes closed in perfect bliss and, when his twin slowly began to slide down into a sitting position, Tom let him. They were both just about sentient as far as Tom could tell, but he had no intention of moving far for a while and managed to flip himself sideways and land in a boneless heap against the wall next to Bill.
"Nghhh," was what Bill said and for once Tom had no idea what his twin had been trying to say.
He couldn't be bothered to find out either; it clearly wasn't important.
They would have stayed that way for a considerable length of time, except for the fact that Bill's phone beeped and announced Bill had a text message. Bill was almost as addicted to the phone as Tom was to Bill, so Tom wasn't surprised when Bill fished in his pocket and pulled the infernal machine out. At first Bill frowned and Tom was momentarily worried that something was up, but after one click Bill laughed and turned to phone his way.
"Impressive vocab, Georg," was what the message said and Tom grinned as well.
It seemed that maybe Georg was getting used to the idea; it was always a good sign when Georg could joke about things. That was the good part, but he also made a mental note to make sure Bill had more things to do with his mouth so they weren't too loud next time.
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Tom and Bill were lounging close to each other on one side of the bed, Georg was lounging on the other and Gustav was sprawled in a very comfortable looking armchair as they watched a bad pay-per-view movie on the wide screen TV in Bill's hotel room. It was a free day after the previous night of somewhat indulgent drinking and they had all been too tired to bother going off and doing their own thing, so they had been working on a new song, but they had all decided they were too tired, or possibly that should have been hung-over, for that as well, hence the movie.
It was a very cheesy film, but it had some big explosions and some cool lines every now and then, so Tom was happy. He was in the comfortable place between waking and sleeping where he was just about paying attention, but he could drop off at any moment and, with Bill relaxed against him, he was content. There had been something that little bit more relaxed about Bill since their fun the previous evening and it was comforting. Tom was beginning to think that a simple blow job had been more of a major milestone than he could have guessed.
None of them were really with it, all staring at the screen without the usual comments that went along with watching movies together. If you could get Bill to shut up all the way through a film you were usually doing well, but even Bill was just quietly watching. If it hadn't been for the odd explosion on screen Tom was sure he would have been asleep. However, he wasn't far enough gone that when Bill suddenly tensed and sort of squeaked he failed to notice it. He looked down to see Bill staring at the tub of sweets, which they'd kicked to the end of the bed so they didn't eat the whole thing. Bill had an expression on his face that seemed to suggest the innocent tub had just grown a head and spoken to him.
"Bill, something wrong?" he asked.
Bill blinked and then looked at him.
"Um, no," Bill replied, but didn't really sound convincing, "I think I must have fallen asleep for a moment and it was kind of funky."
"You're sure?" Tom asked, ever mindful that Bill liked to downplay things sometimes.
Bill nodded and relaxed again.
"Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you," Bill said and this time did sound as if everything was okay, so Tom went back to watching the film.
Peace reigned for five minutes or so, well at least if you considered peace an over blown car chase and some gun fire.
"Fuck," Bill said in a shocked voice, sitting up, "shit, shit, shit, shit, shit."
Tom sat up as well, because it was clear something was not okay.
"Bill, what's the matter?" he asked, realising that Bill was staring at the tub of sweets again.
"It moved," Bill said, sounding shocked and slightly scared, "I wanted it and it moved."
That didn't make a huge amount of sense.
"Come again?" he asked and Gustav flicked the sound on the TV to mute as everyone turned their attention to Bill.
"I wanted the sweets, but I didn't want to get up," Bill said, still staring at the offending box, "and I was trying to think of how to get them when it moved. The first time I thought I dreamed it, but it did it again."
Syb's warning about "other abilities" flashed into Tom's head, but he didn't voice it yet.
"Are you sure you weren't imagining it the second time as well," Georg asked, sitting forward to join them.
"Positive," Bill said and he sounded very sure, "I did it deliberately to see."
"So the box moved when you wanted it to?" Tom wanted to make sure they were all on the same page.
Bill looked at him then and he didn't think Bill had thought of it quite like that.
"Um, I think so," Bill sounded less sure now Tom was asking him about it.
"Okay," Tom said, deciding that a logical approach was required before Bill panicked about anything, "can you do it again?"
With a quick glance at the box Bill looked back at him and appeared unsure.
"Just try," he suggested and gave Bill a small smile, "to make sure it wasn't a fluke earthquake or something."
Bill rolled his eyes at that, but it did just what Tom had hoped, it made his twin forget the worry and focus on proving Tom was an idiot. Pulling his legs under him, Bill sat crossed legged and then stared at the tub and Tom waited to see what would happen. After about ten seconds with nothing occurring he heard Georg take a breath to say something, but he silenced his friend with one look as Bill continued concentrating. It took another twenty seconds or so, but then it happened; the tub shook just a little and moved about half a centimetre towards Bill.
"Oh my god," Gustav said, and Tom could only agree.
"That definitely moved," Georg added his support to what seemed to be unanimous agreement.
The only problem was, Bill was not celebrating the success, in fact Bill was biting his lip and seemed to be back to worried.
"Am I supposed to be able to do that?" Bill asked, looking at him and seeming more than a little lost.
Tom leant forward, took Bill's hand and put their foreheads together.
"There's no supposed about it," he said, giving Bill a smile, even though he was pretty sure his twin couldn't see it at the moment; "you are writing the rules as you go along. Syb told me there might be things like this, but she didn't say what and she didn't want to worry you with it, because there was no way of telling. I think this might be a sign you're getting the hang of this vampire malarkey."
Bill looked relieved, but a little wary as well as Tom sat back again.
"But it's weird," Bill whispered as if he didn't want the others to hear.
"It's not weird," Georg said, clearly having heard and using a stage whisper to make his point, "it's really cool. Can you do it again?" Georg added in a normal voice.
Bill gave Georg a look so scathing that it made Tom laugh and Georg grinned as well; things were looking up if Bill was trying to make someone feel about an inch high.
"It might be a good idea to see what you can do," Tom defended himself when the scathing look was turned on him for laughing; "it's probably better to know these things."
"Forewarned is forearmed," Gustav added and Tom gave his friend a stare that said 'thanks for nothing' since he really didn't want Bill thinking of this as a problem.
Luckily for Gustav, before he could tell their drummer off, Bill humphed and stared at the box again, seemingly unworried by the comment and obviously deciding it was good advice. Tom settled in next to his twin and waited to see what would happen.
In three hours, Bill went from being able to make the sweets move a little bit, to having them slide most of the way across the bed. It seemed that real want helped in the task, because when Tom had started to use the sweets as bribes, Bill's performance had improved quite dramatically. At Tom's urging Bill was just trying to see if he could actually lift the tub off the bed rather than slide it around when there was a knock at the door.
"Shit," was Bill's loud opinion when the whole tub leapt into the air and dumped its contents on the floor.
It seemed that startling Bill when he was concentrating wasn't a good idea either.
"Guys," David's voice came through the door, "we need to know if you want room service or to eat in the restaurant later so we can organise it."
"I'll give him room service," Bill all but growled, glaring at the sweets all over the carpet.
"Not unless you want to have the whole vampire conversation you won't," Tom pointed out and climbed off the bed, hiding his smile.
Bill pouted and crossed his arms, looking like a petulant five year old and Tom used walking to the door to keep from doing something stupid like ruffling Bill's hair, which would bring down the wrath of Kaulitz the Younger on his head.
"What the hell happened here?" David asked, walking in to the room once Tom opened the door.
Trashing hotel rooms, even by dumping food all over them was frowned upon.
"You happened," Bill said in a tone that was just the wrong side of dangerous; "I was holding them and you startled me. Now they're all over the floor."
Luckily for them all, David had learned the signs many years ago and knew when not to push it. Their manager held up his hands.
"Sorry," David said, even though Tom knew that there really was no blame, "I can have housekeeping up here in a couple of minutes to clear it up if you like and I have three more tubs of those in my room."
"Another tub might be good," Gustav said, standing up, "but I think we can manage the clean up."
Ever neat and tidy, Gustav began to pick up the mess.
"So," David said, smiling and clearly hoping the topic was closed, "what's the verdict; room service or restaurant?"
"I vote for restaurant," Georg said, moving to help Gustav; "the room service for lunch sucked."
Tom nodded; he had to agree, the room service had been less than stunning.
"Too right," Gustav vocalised his agreement, but Tom had to smile when everyone looked at Bill to see what their singer would say.
"Majority rule is fine," Bill said with a shrug; "lunch really was shit."
Crisis over, everything seemed to be back to normal and Tom breathed a sigh of relief. It was nice when hurdles were that easily overcome.
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During dinner it had become clear that David had not completely been forgiven for interrupting Bill's practice session when the salt mysteriously upended in David's drink, but that was the only incident all evening. The way Bill looked incredibly pleased with himself afterwards made Tom think that his twin had managed to do it without actually touching the salt seller, but nobody had seen anything, so he hadn't been sure. It could have been simple revenge so he didn't bother mentioning it.
They fell into bed just before midnight and given that the rest of the evening had been full of a few drinks, some laughs and Georg being summarily dismissed by a young woman in the bar, Tom had almost forgotten about the whole thing.
"Do you think there'll be anything else?" were the words that alerted him to the fact that Bill definitely hadn't.
They were lying beside each other in bed, hands lightly touching, and Tom had just been drifting off to sleep, but he woke up for Bill.
"I don't know," he replied, since he honestly didn't; "according to Syb day dwellers don't conform to ... well ... anything. She said that really old Strigoi sometimes develop powers as they age and they become resistant to sunlight and it's like those who become day dwellers straight away miss out the whole needing to age part. It's like you were born a thousand years old, Bill."
"Why didn't Syb tell me this?" Bill asked, turning on his side.
Tom did the same so he could look at his twin. He couldn't see a whole lot in the dim light coming through the curtains from a lamp outside, but he knew Bill would be able to see him clearly.
"Because she didn't want you to worry," he explained, taking Bill's hand properly under the duvet, "and I agreed. There is no way of predicting what you may or may not be able to do, so we decided you had other things to worry about. I know you like to know everything, but I'm sorry, Billi, you weren't ready for a long time and then I thought we might as well wait until you needed to know."
For a little while Bill didn't reply and Tom couldn't see his twin's expression well enough to tell what Bill was thinking.
"Protecting me again," Bill said eventually, fingers playing up the front of his chest.
Tom remained silent, waiting for Bill to finish the thought process.
"You've always protected me," Bill told him and he could just see the ghost of a smile in the low light, "I can't be mad at you for that."
"Good," he replied quietly, "because I don't know how to stop."
He could see Bill looking at him and basked in his twin's attention.
"Make love to me," were the hushed words that made his breath catch in his throat.
He blindly reached behind him towards the side of the bed, because now he needed to see Bill; he couldn't have this conversation without that. When he flicked the light on Bill squinted at him and he moved back to where he had been so they were face to face. Bill didn't seem to mind that he had turned the light on, but it was several seconds before his twin could stop blinking.
"What do you want to do?" he asked, feeling ridiculously nervous even as he spoke.
"Everything," Bill said with complete sincerity in his face.
Tom's mouth went dry and he had to admit that he was a little afraid.
"Are you sure it's not too soon?" he asked, even though he had never been one to take it slowly before Bill.
Bill was the most important thing in the world to him and when they finally took it all the way it had to be perfect.
"You don't want to?" Bill responded, seeming suddenly worried.
That made Tom laugh, he couldn't help it.
"Oh god, Bill," he said, needing Bill to understand that this had nothing to do with want, "I want to; I really want to, but I need to be sure you're ready."
Bill looked into his eyes then; the same stare that could frighten the hardest man, but which only seemed to pull him closer.
"I am ready," Bill told him, never breaking eye contact, "and I want you to make love to me, Tom, please."
Tom felt as if his heart might explode; it was beating so fast.
"You want me ..?"
Bill nodded before he could finish.
"Maybe it would be better if you were top first," he suggested, and his nervousness spiked, but it wasn't an idea he was averse to.
Bill took his face between long fingered hands and he shut up.
"Every time you touch me," Bill spoke slowly and carefully, "you take away part of what he did to me. My body forgets what he felt like and only remembers you. Please make love to me, Tomi, take away the last of his touch; I want to be free."
There was no way Tom could say no to that, there was no way he wanted to and he moved over a little so he could lean forward and kiss Bill ever so lightly on the lips.
"It would be my honour," he said quietly; "I would love to."
He was very well aware of the logistics of what Bill was asking for, since he had done his homework, and he knew there were several things they were going to need.
"Don't move," he said with a small smile and slipped out of bed.
For some time he had been prepared for every contingency and there was a wash bag in his case that didn't hold anything to do with washing, which he retrieved and brought back to the bed. Bill was sitting up by then and Tom decided to let his twin see everything he had, so he dumped the contents on the bed. There was lube; condoms; two dildos, one tiny, one slightly bigger that vibrated; and what had been laughingly named a love egg. He had used all three toys on himself after he had bought them just to make sure they did what they said and he had been pleasantly surprised.
"Don't need those," was the first thing Bill said and took the condoms and threw them over his shoulder.
Tom opened his mouth to protest; he had been well trained in that area.
"I can't get diseases, which means you can't get any from me, and even if you did I could cure it in about five seconds, and I'm clean," Bill said before Tom could get any words together, "I made sure in the shower earlier."
Tom almost forgot how to think at the mental image that statement conjured. Bill clearly had certain ideas that were not going to be shifted and, looking into his twin's eyes, Tom didn't even try and argue.
"Okay," he agreed.
"So what are the other things for?" Bill asked, seemingly very interested.
"Playing," Tom said with a small smile, "well and preparation. Sorry, lover, but I wasn't going to let you near me with those talons you call nails until you'd had at least a bit of practice. Since we're going the other way around that won't be a problem, but these could be fun anyway."
Bill appeared dubious.
"Honestly," Tom said, becoming serious again and reaching out and stroking Bill's arm, "I think you'll like them, but all I really wanted was this."
He picked up the lube and showed it to his twin; he wanted to make sure Bill was completely aware of everything. Then he threw the toys back in the bag and put it on the bedside table. Having Bill freak out because he took things too fast was simply not an option. As it was, Bill looked kind of nervous.
"Hey," Tom said, moving a little closer; "you're allowed to change your mind at any time; I won't be annoyed."
Bill shook his head.
"I'm not going to change my mind," Bill said and almost sounded like he meant it.
It was obvious that Bill wasn't completely sure, but Tom knew that if he continued asking questions Bill would probably end up annoyed and frustrated with him. Bill very rarely went back on decisions, but Tom had to make sure that Bill knew in this case he could. Pushing his worries aside for now, he crawled over to Bill and leant in to kiss his nervous twin. The first order of business was to make sure that Bill wasn't thinking too hard.
Sustaining the kiss, he pushed the lube under the pillow and then slowly urged Bill to lie down again. Foreplay was something he had down to an art form and he knew just how to get Bill to relax. There was one particular spot about halfway down the left side of Bill's neck that was incredibly sensitive. Tom suspected it was where Bill had been bitten when he was made a Strigoi, not that he was ever going to mention that to Bill, but he was going to exploit it. He knew he'd made the right choice as soon as he kissed the well memorised spot, because Bill relaxed and made encouraging noises almost instantly.
They had both been ready to sleep nearly naked so there was little annoying cloth in the way and he let one hand wander up and down Bill's torso, eliciting delightful little sounds of pleasure from his twin. Bill was always responsive to his fingers; it seemed Bill loved to be touched and that someone had almost robbed Bill of that pleasure by tainting it forever made Tom so angry he could have killed, which was why he rarely let himself think about it. He loved to see and hear the enjoyment as Bill let him explore.
He had no intention of rushing things and he moved over Bill's torso, using his mouth and his hands to see just how insane he could drive Bill without actually dipping below the waist. He'd had quite a lot of practice, so he was really rather good at it by now. Bill kept trying to reciprocate, but Tom wanted his twin relaxed and just enjoying the receiving rather than trying to give anything back, so he kept doing things that had Bill completely losing track of what he'd been trying to do. By the time he actually decided to move things up a gear, Bill was so turned on that Tom was almost bucked off as he slipped his hand between Bill's legs.
"Oh god," Bill said, panting heavily, "that's good."
"Just wait 'til I get under the shorts," Tom said in a low tone as he nuzzled at Bill's neck.
Bill gave a little whine at that revelation and Tom decided to take pity on his strung out twin and dipped his fingers under the elastic of Bill's waistband. Bill made some very interesting, appreciative noises and spread his legs obligingly, so Tom was pretty sure his twin liked what he was doing.
"My hand aches," Tom said after a few moments of contented fondling; "I think it's time to get rid of the annoying underwear."
The way Bill grumbled when he removed his hand made him smile, but he had no intention of leaving Bill wanting for long. He moved down the bed, took hold of Bill's waistband and pulled downwards as Bill lifted his hips. Bill's ample erection bobbed free and Tom whipped the underwear completely off as fast as humanly possible. Since he didn't want to bother with it later, he did the same with his own and the settled back down beside and slightly leaning over Bill.
"No where were we?" he asked and gave Bill his best cheeky smile.
Bill just grabbed his hand and guided it back to where it had been, which sent hot streaks of desire through every nerve in his body. He would have said something, but Bill clearly wasn't interested in talking as he found himself in the middle of a very passionate kiss and so he gave up trying to think for a while and just went with it. As long as Bill was enjoying himself then so was Tom and Bill was very definitely enjoying himself.
He continued to fondle and touch Bill for several minutes until he was sure his twin was completely in the moment and not thinking about anything except the next sexual gratification. Then, taking the lube from its hiding place, he began to work his way down Bill's chest, moving his hand slowly up and down Bill's cock, making sure his twin was thoroughly distracted. He left the lube on the bed within reached and lifted himself up and over one of Bill's legs so that he was lying between his twin's thighs. Bill was like the finest of guitars and needed to be played with great care and Tom felt like the greatest virtuoso at the particular moment. He had been caught rather off guard by Bill's initial request, but he had everything laid out in his head now.
Arranging himself carefully, he breathed on Bill's cock and he felt Bill twitch in response. It was quite clear they both knew where this was going and that Bill was very much looking forward to it. Almost lazily, he let his tongue circle the head of Bill's erection and the way Bill moaned and let his legs fall open slightly further had erotic messages running all over Tom's body. It was at moments like that when Tom couldn’t help thinking that Bill was made for love; he had never been with a girl who could turn him on the way Bill did.
He didn't want Bill too close to the edge, but he did want Bill so far down the path that his twin would not be thinking too hard. Bill's fear was still there, oh Bill hid it well most of the time, but Tom could still see it and he didn't want Bill remembering anything that he wasn't doing to him. Sucking gently, he played with Bill with one hand just as he had the previous evening, but he didn't allow himself to become as lost in the experience. He had a specific purpose with every movement and slowly he was urging Bill's legs further apart as he carefully insinuated himself into the gap.
When he had Bill as splayed as he thought he could get without deliberately moving his twin, he reached for the lube. Keeping Bill as distracted as possible by applying some tongue to the proceedings, Tom popped off the top of the lube and quickly coated two fingers. These he used to rub gently over the area just behind Bill's balls, spreading the lubrication slowly so that Bill became used to the sensation. He knew Bill knew what he was doing now because he felt Bill tense just slightly, but he took his time and Bill gradually relaxed again as he kept up what he was doing. Only once Bill felt ready did he slowly slide one finger further back, venturing into territory that he had dared not explore before.
As his finger brushed over Bill's hole he heard his twin make a tiny little noise and he stopped everything he was doing instantly. That hadn't been a noise of pleasure and he could feel the sudden tension running through Bill.
"Bill," he said, looking along his twin's body to where Bill had one arm thrown over his face, "look at me, lover."
He knew Bill wanted this, but now he wasn't sure at all that Bill was ready. He didn't move away, but he stayed perfectly still and waited as Bill slowly moved his arm and looked at him.
"We can just do what we did last night," he offered, hating the shadow of fear he could see in Bill's face.
All Bill had to do was say and he would stop straight away, but Bill shook his head.
"Keep going," Bill said and his twin's voice was firm and resolute.
"Then watch me," Tom said, never breaking eye contact, "so that you know it's me."
Bill nodded just slightly and Tom glanced down very quickly before looking up again and looking his twin straight in the face. He moved his finger very slowly, brushing it over Bill's hole lightly, teasing the tense muscle there and waiting until Bill became used to the idea. It took a while; the whole thing clearly made Bill uncomfortable, but slowly the pleasant sensation seemed to make it through whatever was going on in Bill's head. Like a master craftsman preparing to cut a diamond, he moved with the utmost care lest he ruin his art.
Very gently he pushed the lubricated finger against Bill's entrance, slowly increasing the pressure until the strong muscle gave and allowed him entrance. The way Bill tensed and the expression on his twin's face told Tom that Bill wasn't at all sure it was a pleasant experience, but Tom kept his finger moving, slowly and carefully.
He knew from his few trials with the toys that it felt odd having something pushed up there, but he also knew how good it could feel and he was positive that Bill's resistance came from memory rather than what he was doing. He needed to show Bill how good this could feel and so he began to work his beloved twin with the utmost care. As soon as Bill seemed used to the experience he moved forward again and took Bill's cock back into his mouth.
Bill made a slightly strangled noise and began panting a little and, as Tom looked along the line of his twin's slim body, he saw the beginnings of pleasure in Bill's features again. Now he decided to bring in the big guns. He had found his own prostate pretty rapidly when he had decided to go looking and his reaction had been so strong that he'd almost ended up in heap in the corner of the shower; he hoped Bill was similarly responsive. Curling his finger, he angled his next push at what he hoped was the right place and sucked on Bill's cock at the same time.
The words that fell from Bill's mouth were not overly coherent and Tom didn't bother trying to decipher them, especially since he was pretty sure half of them were curses. It seemed Bill was as responsive as he had been and, if the way the words dissolved into a deep, sustained moan were anything to go by, it was a very good response. Another good indication was the way Bill's thighs shifted further apart.
It took him another ten minutes of gently playing and a lot more lube to work two fingers into Bill, but by then he could feel his twin loosening up significantly. Lifting himself up, he moved back a little; he needed more room for more fingers.
"Lift your legs," he said, even as he kept his fingers in place, "I want to see what I'm doing."
Bill went a lovely shade of pink at that, but did as he was asked.
"Oh god," Tom said, using what seemed to have become one of Bill's favourite phrases at the moment, "do you have any idea how completely amazing you look right now?"
Bill bit his lip and managed to blush even more. Tom decided he had never really desired anyone in his life properly before; not compared to the feelings that had him in their thrall now.
He opened the lube again and withdrew his fingers for a moment, putting plenty more of the gel onto them and then massaging them back into Bill. Then, as carefully as he could, he added a third finger and Bill groaned as he did so, but it slipped in relatively easily.
"Okay," he asked to make sure.
Bill nodded, eyes closing and head going back again.
Tom was in no hurry, even though his own erection was throbbing and in need of attention, and he worked the his fingers in and out of Bill until he was sure that his twin was as ready as possible. His heart was pounding in his chest when he finally pulled them free; this was it, the moment he had been anticipating from the moment he had come to terms with what he and Bill were now.
He loved Bill with everything he had and this was the most intimate thing he could give his twin.
Bill's eyes opened as he moved into place between his twin's raised legs and if filled his heart with the most amazing feeling as all he saw in Bill's gaze was perfect trust.
"Ready?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer.
Again Bill nodded as if words had deserted him.
Tom leant over and grabbed the other pillow before urging Bill's hips up and pushing it underneath. Bill was a lovely shade of pink again by the time he had finished, but there was no objection from his beloved twin. Hurting Bill was his greatest fear and so he lined himself up with the greatest care.
"Now, Tomi," Bill said, looking up at him like some debauched angel, "take me now."
There was nothing Tom wanted more in the world than to make Bill completely his and he eased forward slowly. Bill made a breathy, panting sound, but it was more surprise than anything else, so Tom paused, but did not pull away. Even after only such a little movement Tom could already feel Bill's body tight around his cock and he wanted to push further in so much is was almost a need. Only the thought that he might hurt his precious twin held him still.
"More," Bill said after a moment.
Tom was happy to let Bill take the lead, so he slowly eased forward and he felt resistance almost immediately and Bill gasped, this time it was discomfort so he stopped and pulled back just a tiny bit. The frown that had appeared on Bill's face disappeared almost instantly. Tom tried again and felt the same resistance and is seemed Bill was unconsciously tensing up every time he tried to move forward.
"Sorry," Bill apologised after grimacing again.
"This is supposed to take practice," Tom said, doing his best to smile even as his body was humming with arousal.
Telling Bill to relax would probably do as much good as telling the Indian Ocean to freeze, so Tom decided on a slightly different approach. Very carefully he began to move, first slightly forward, then slightly back, almost nothing more than a rocking motion. Bill looked a little confused to begin with, but as he continued, Bill's eyes began to close and Bill began to make a little humming sound, a very good humming sound. Ever so gradually Tom increased his movements, trying to never push too hard. He over did it just once or twice, but the expression on Bill's face gave everything away, so he knew what he was doing wrong and right.
It kind of seemed to happen by magic then; one moment there was resistance trying to keep him out and the next Bill opened to him and he slid home as if they were made for each other. Bill gasped and bucked up as he slid into him, but it was with a bemused amazement on his face that Tom could only share. He hadn't been able to stop himself moving forward and he would have been worried that he had hurt Bill had it not been for the look on Bill's face.
"Okay?" he asked, just to be sure.
Bill nodded wordlessly, still appearing amazed. Tom took that as permission to move because, quite frankly, he had to. The way Bill's muscles were squeezing his cock was driving him insane and he needed to react to it. Bill groaned, long and low as Tom pulled out and then pushed back in again. There was no sudden resistance now and it felt incredible; so incredible that Tom did it again as quickly as he dared.
Bill's head fell back onto the pillow and Tom felt his twin pushing into his movements. It was wonderful and the intensity of the sensation around his cock was far more than Tom had expected; Bill was far tighter than any girl and the fact that this was Bill made all the difference as well. He had never felt so at one with any other human being and, as he continued to move, he was not just interested in his pleasure, or just Bill's pleasure, but both of theirs. As Bill bucked up a little and managed to change their angle he slid home and he knew he'd all but slammed into Bill's prostate because Bill made a high keening sound, half pleasure, half overload and for all the difference it made it could have been his body that was being bombarded, because of all the physical feedback he was getting.
He couldn't last long, not with the overwhelming pressure and heat and he could feel how close Bill was as well.
"Tomi," Bill said breathlessly, "I'm ... I'm going ..."
The new sensations were having the same effect on Bill and Tom had been about to reach out to make sure Bill went first, but instead he kept up the steady thrust. Words began to spill from Bill's lips like a quiet mantra; words like 'yes' and 'more' and 'oh god' and it was almost like Bill was singing to him. He was so very, very close and he knew that it would only take the smallest of pushes to send him reeling into orgasm, but he hung on grimly as he waited for Bill.
"Oh god," Bill sounded desperate and strung out and just about there, "Tomi!"
When his twin came with his name on his lips, Tom didn't need the sensation of muscles clamping down around his cock to send him over the edge; he was already there. He buried himself inside Bill, needing to be as close as physically possible to his bond mate as they finally expressed that bond at its ultimate level of human intimacy. The well of pleasure and of rightness exploded through him and it carried every sensible thought he had away with it.
His whole body was shaking and all his extremities were tingling and he was sure it was the hardest orgasm of him entire life. He wanted it to go on forever, but his arms didn't want to hold him and his legs were trembling like they would give out at any second so he had no choice but to pull out carefully before he did something that might damage either of them.
Tom collapsed on the bed beside Bill, spent and happy, but he couldn't close his eyes for long; he needed to see Bill. The moment he opened them, he saw the tear leaking out the side of the one closed eye of Bill's that he could see from his current angle and he instantly panicked.
"Oh shit, Bill," he said, sitting up and wanting to gather his twin into his arms and comfort him, but not daring to, "did I hurt you?"
There were tears running down both of Bill's cheeks and Tom was terrified that he had done something unforgivable. Only as brown eyes opened and looked into his own and arms reached for him did he start to calm down and then only slightly. He had arms full of Bill in moments and he held his shaking, silently crying twin close, not having a clue what to do. He really didn't understand what was happening.
"Thank you," Bill whispered in his ear after long moments of silence, "thank you so much, Tomi."
He was still completely confused when Bill pulled back and it was only then that he realised Bill was smiling through the tears.
"I didn't really believe," Bill said and paused, "I wanted to, but I thought it would hurt ... I thought I might never ... but you ... Tomi, you gave me it back. I'll never ... be ..."
About half way through his speech Bill began hiccupping as the tears started flowing in earnest and Tom just gathered his twin up again. Now he understood; now he was no longer afraid.
"Oh, Bill," he said quietly, letting Bill calm down against his shoulder, "I love you and I'm going to make love to you and with you for ever."
Bill managed to laugh and hiccup at the same time, which resulted in a very peculiar sound, but neither of them broke away. Tom didn't care if they stayed that way all night; all he cared about was his Bill and his Bill was a little mixed up, but seemed, over all, to be incredibly happy.
End of Part 16
On to Next Part
Title: Out With the Old, In With the New 16/20
Author: Beren
Fandom: Tokio Hotel RPS
Pairing(s): Bill/Tom, Bill/OMC (reported, non-con)
Rating: NC17/18
Warnings: rape (non-graphic), twincest, vampires
Summary: There are things that many people do not see and are never supposed to see, but when one of these takes Bill from his hotel room, by force, everything changes for him and Tom.
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| Ch 15 | Ch 16 | Ch 17 | Ch 18 | Ch 19 | Ch 20
Full Chapter Listing (with chapter descriptions)
Chapter 16 Normal Is As Normal Does
It was two days before they were in another hotel and even though Georg and Gustav knew about them now, neither Bill nor Tom wanted to push their luck, so they had no chance for more than a little kissing in Tom's bunk. That was why Tom dragged Bill towards his hotel room as fast as possible once they were checked in.
"Hey, guys," Georg called to them just as Tom got the key in the lock, "want to go down to the bar."
One look at Bill told Tom what the answer was to that.
"Give us an hour," he said, opening the door and pushing Bill inside; "we're going to be busy until then."
Georg looked confused.
"The other night was rather ..." Tom tried to explain because he didn't want his friend thinking they were brushing him off, but he didn't want to say too much either, "and we've had no chance ... so ... y'know ... 'busy'."
It was quite clear that the light dawned as Georg went a light shade of pink.
"Gotcha," Georg said and hurriedly entered his own room.
Bill was giggling by the time Tom entered the room and that definitely wasn't the reaction Tom wanted.
"I hope you didn't scar him for life," Bill said, clearly enjoying the whole situation; "a bassist with bad mental images might not be able to keep time."
"Right now I couldn't care less," Tom said, slamming the door and pushing Bill up against it.
Bill's smile went from amused to interested in a heartbeat.
"Level 2?" Bill said with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.
"I thought you'd never ask," Tom responded and kissed his twin soundly.
Bill looked a little dazed when he pulled back, which was just how he wanted him.
"Shouldn't we..?" Bill asked, looking further into the room and indicating the more comfortable surroundings.
"Well we could," Tom said, although he had little intention of letting Bill go unless Bill really wanted him to, "or you could just brace yourself."
The way Bill's eyes opened in surprise was very endearing, but Tom wasn't on the same page as cute at the moment, he was well into sexy, soon to be debauched. When Bill didn't object, he fell to his knees and very efficiently released Bill's belt. He looked up one more time to make sure Bill wasn't averse to what he was doing and he saw just a hint of nervousness in Bill's face, but it was completely overshadowed by desire.
He made short work of the fastenings on Bill's jeans and then he pulled them and Bill's underwear down over Bill's pale, firm thighs. There, right in front of him, was his prize and he had no idea why the thought of taking his twin's cock into his mouth turned him on quite so much, but it made his groin throb just thinking about it. Bill had obviously been thinking about something, whether it was blowjobs or alternatives, because Bill was fully erect.
"Ready for me, Little Brother?" he asked, throwing off his cap and keeping his eyes firmly glued to his goal.
"Y...ungh," Bill reply disappeared into complete incoherence as Tom reached out and took what he wanted.
He didn't bother with anything half-hearted, Tom just opened his mouth and swallowed as much of Bill as he could manage. With a grip on Bill's hips, he held his twin in place and sucked as hard as he dared.
"Tomi," Bill all but whined, grabbing onto his shoulders.
Blowjobs were a bit of a mystery from the giving end for Tom, but he'd received enough of them, so he had a fairly good idea of what worked and what didn't as he set about exploding every brain cell Bill possessed. He hadn't really known what to expect taste wise, but he definitely didn't find it unpleasant; salty and somehow, intensely Bill and he wanted just about anything he could get of Bill.
It wasn't as easy as it had looked from the receiving end and, as he pulled back a little, he lost some control, so he brought one hand in to help. The way Bill whimpered a little as he touched him sent erotic messages all over his body and he decided the hand was a very good idea. He used his thumb to make sure he wasn't about to do anything stupid like slip and stab himself in the eye with Bill's cock and used his fingers to slide over Bill's balls.
Even though he knew they were identical and he knew Bill was really blond it still surprised him to see sandy curls in front of him. Bill's self image obviously still knew what hair colour he really had. The hair was soft in places, wiry in others and he let his fingers run over and through it and Bill slid about an inch down the door.
"Oh god," Bill panted quietly.
Tom would have smiled if he hadn't had his mouth full. Just the way Bill spoke turned him on like he couldn't believe, so the fact that he was driving his twin to it was doing things to him he was having trouble following.
He used every trick in the book that any girl had ever used on him: he ran his tongue over Bill's head, sliding down the crease and discovered that Bill was a little more sensitive there than he was and could take about ten blissful seconds of such treatment before leg muscles began to give out; he hollowed his cheeks and sucked, which Bill seemed to like a lot; he did his best to deep throat, but that was obviously going to take practice; and he used the head of Bill's cock as a lollipop for a time which turned Bill into a gasping wreck as well.
As he played, Bill whimpered and moaned and gasped and clung to him in what felt like complete desperation and every indication of pleasure from his twin had him moving that one step higher in bliss himself. This was the image that he had had in his head for weeks, the image that had been driving him crazy and the real thing was even better than his imagination.
"Tomi," Bill moaned, more than a little loudly; if anyone had been passing in the hallway they would have known exactly what was going on, so it was lucky for them that the floor was mostly off limits to the general populace.
Bill's thighs were shaking by then, little tremors running up and down as Bill tried to hold himself up and Tom had one eye on his twin's footing just in case he had to catch. He couldn't help himself though; he was so achingly hard that he removed his spare hand from Bill's hip, fumbled with his belt and zip and dived into his underwear. He couldn't help moaning as his fingers encircled his own cock and, from the way Bill trembled from head to foot, he thought it was probably good for Bill too.
With that in mind he fisted his cock, sucked on Bill's and hummed at the same time. Bill swore very loudly and colourfully, shuddered as if motor control was a completely forgotten ability and warm liquid hit the back of Tom's throat. He swallowed automatically and the simple eroticism of the experience was more than enough to send him tumbling over the edge of orgasm as well. He just about managed to use the hand that had been fondling Bill to keep his motor functionally challenged twin in place as his own body dissolved in spasms of wonderful sensation.
Bill was leaning against the wall, eyes closed in perfect bliss and, when his twin slowly began to slide down into a sitting position, Tom let him. They were both just about sentient as far as Tom could tell, but he had no intention of moving far for a while and managed to flip himself sideways and land in a boneless heap against the wall next to Bill.
"Nghhh," was what Bill said and for once Tom had no idea what his twin had been trying to say.
He couldn't be bothered to find out either; it clearly wasn't important.
They would have stayed that way for a considerable length of time, except for the fact that Bill's phone beeped and announced Bill had a text message. Bill was almost as addicted to the phone as Tom was to Bill, so Tom wasn't surprised when Bill fished in his pocket and pulled the infernal machine out. At first Bill frowned and Tom was momentarily worried that something was up, but after one click Bill laughed and turned to phone his way.
"Impressive vocab, Georg," was what the message said and Tom grinned as well.
It seemed that maybe Georg was getting used to the idea; it was always a good sign when Georg could joke about things. That was the good part, but he also made a mental note to make sure Bill had more things to do with his mouth so they weren't too loud next time.
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Tom and Bill were lounging close to each other on one side of the bed, Georg was lounging on the other and Gustav was sprawled in a very comfortable looking armchair as they watched a bad pay-per-view movie on the wide screen TV in Bill's hotel room. It was a free day after the previous night of somewhat indulgent drinking and they had all been too tired to bother going off and doing their own thing, so they had been working on a new song, but they had all decided they were too tired, or possibly that should have been hung-over, for that as well, hence the movie.
It was a very cheesy film, but it had some big explosions and some cool lines every now and then, so Tom was happy. He was in the comfortable place between waking and sleeping where he was just about paying attention, but he could drop off at any moment and, with Bill relaxed against him, he was content. There had been something that little bit more relaxed about Bill since their fun the previous evening and it was comforting. Tom was beginning to think that a simple blow job had been more of a major milestone than he could have guessed.
None of them were really with it, all staring at the screen without the usual comments that went along with watching movies together. If you could get Bill to shut up all the way through a film you were usually doing well, but even Bill was just quietly watching. If it hadn't been for the odd explosion on screen Tom was sure he would have been asleep. However, he wasn't far enough gone that when Bill suddenly tensed and sort of squeaked he failed to notice it. He looked down to see Bill staring at the tub of sweets, which they'd kicked to the end of the bed so they didn't eat the whole thing. Bill had an expression on his face that seemed to suggest the innocent tub had just grown a head and spoken to him.
"Bill, something wrong?" he asked.
Bill blinked and then looked at him.
"Um, no," Bill replied, but didn't really sound convincing, "I think I must have fallen asleep for a moment and it was kind of funky."
"You're sure?" Tom asked, ever mindful that Bill liked to downplay things sometimes.
Bill nodded and relaxed again.
"Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you," Bill said and this time did sound as if everything was okay, so Tom went back to watching the film.
Peace reigned for five minutes or so, well at least if you considered peace an over blown car chase and some gun fire.
"Fuck," Bill said in a shocked voice, sitting up, "shit, shit, shit, shit, shit."
Tom sat up as well, because it was clear something was not okay.
"Bill, what's the matter?" he asked, realising that Bill was staring at the tub of sweets again.
"It moved," Bill said, sounding shocked and slightly scared, "I wanted it and it moved."
That didn't make a huge amount of sense.
"Come again?" he asked and Gustav flicked the sound on the TV to mute as everyone turned their attention to Bill.
"I wanted the sweets, but I didn't want to get up," Bill said, still staring at the offending box, "and I was trying to think of how to get them when it moved. The first time I thought I dreamed it, but it did it again."
Syb's warning about "other abilities" flashed into Tom's head, but he didn't voice it yet.
"Are you sure you weren't imagining it the second time as well," Georg asked, sitting forward to join them.
"Positive," Bill said and he sounded very sure, "I did it deliberately to see."
"So the box moved when you wanted it to?" Tom wanted to make sure they were all on the same page.
Bill looked at him then and he didn't think Bill had thought of it quite like that.
"Um, I think so," Bill sounded less sure now Tom was asking him about it.
"Okay," Tom said, deciding that a logical approach was required before Bill panicked about anything, "can you do it again?"
With a quick glance at the box Bill looked back at him and appeared unsure.
"Just try," he suggested and gave Bill a small smile, "to make sure it wasn't a fluke earthquake or something."
Bill rolled his eyes at that, but it did just what Tom had hoped, it made his twin forget the worry and focus on proving Tom was an idiot. Pulling his legs under him, Bill sat crossed legged and then stared at the tub and Tom waited to see what would happen. After about ten seconds with nothing occurring he heard Georg take a breath to say something, but he silenced his friend with one look as Bill continued concentrating. It took another twenty seconds or so, but then it happened; the tub shook just a little and moved about half a centimetre towards Bill.
"Oh my god," Gustav said, and Tom could only agree.
"That definitely moved," Georg added his support to what seemed to be unanimous agreement.
The only problem was, Bill was not celebrating the success, in fact Bill was biting his lip and seemed to be back to worried.
"Am I supposed to be able to do that?" Bill asked, looking at him and seeming more than a little lost.
Tom leant forward, took Bill's hand and put their foreheads together.
"There's no supposed about it," he said, giving Bill a smile, even though he was pretty sure his twin couldn't see it at the moment; "you are writing the rules as you go along. Syb told me there might be things like this, but she didn't say what and she didn't want to worry you with it, because there was no way of telling. I think this might be a sign you're getting the hang of this vampire malarkey."
Bill looked relieved, but a little wary as well as Tom sat back again.
"But it's weird," Bill whispered as if he didn't want the others to hear.
"It's not weird," Georg said, clearly having heard and using a stage whisper to make his point, "it's really cool. Can you do it again?" Georg added in a normal voice.
Bill gave Georg a look so scathing that it made Tom laugh and Georg grinned as well; things were looking up if Bill was trying to make someone feel about an inch high.
"It might be a good idea to see what you can do," Tom defended himself when the scathing look was turned on him for laughing; "it's probably better to know these things."
"Forewarned is forearmed," Gustav added and Tom gave his friend a stare that said 'thanks for nothing' since he really didn't want Bill thinking of this as a problem.
Luckily for Gustav, before he could tell their drummer off, Bill humphed and stared at the box again, seemingly unworried by the comment and obviously deciding it was good advice. Tom settled in next to his twin and waited to see what would happen.
In three hours, Bill went from being able to make the sweets move a little bit, to having them slide most of the way across the bed. It seemed that real want helped in the task, because when Tom had started to use the sweets as bribes, Bill's performance had improved quite dramatically. At Tom's urging Bill was just trying to see if he could actually lift the tub off the bed rather than slide it around when there was a knock at the door.
"Shit," was Bill's loud opinion when the whole tub leapt into the air and dumped its contents on the floor.
It seemed that startling Bill when he was concentrating wasn't a good idea either.
"Guys," David's voice came through the door, "we need to know if you want room service or to eat in the restaurant later so we can organise it."
"I'll give him room service," Bill all but growled, glaring at the sweets all over the carpet.
"Not unless you want to have the whole vampire conversation you won't," Tom pointed out and climbed off the bed, hiding his smile.
Bill pouted and crossed his arms, looking like a petulant five year old and Tom used walking to the door to keep from doing something stupid like ruffling Bill's hair, which would bring down the wrath of Kaulitz the Younger on his head.
"What the hell happened here?" David asked, walking in to the room once Tom opened the door.
Trashing hotel rooms, even by dumping food all over them was frowned upon.
"You happened," Bill said in a tone that was just the wrong side of dangerous; "I was holding them and you startled me. Now they're all over the floor."
Luckily for them all, David had learned the signs many years ago and knew when not to push it. Their manager held up his hands.
"Sorry," David said, even though Tom knew that there really was no blame, "I can have housekeeping up here in a couple of minutes to clear it up if you like and I have three more tubs of those in my room."
"Another tub might be good," Gustav said, standing up, "but I think we can manage the clean up."
Ever neat and tidy, Gustav began to pick up the mess.
"So," David said, smiling and clearly hoping the topic was closed, "what's the verdict; room service or restaurant?"
"I vote for restaurant," Georg said, moving to help Gustav; "the room service for lunch sucked."
Tom nodded; he had to agree, the room service had been less than stunning.
"Too right," Gustav vocalised his agreement, but Tom had to smile when everyone looked at Bill to see what their singer would say.
"Majority rule is fine," Bill said with a shrug; "lunch really was shit."
Crisis over, everything seemed to be back to normal and Tom breathed a sigh of relief. It was nice when hurdles were that easily overcome.
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During dinner it had become clear that David had not completely been forgiven for interrupting Bill's practice session when the salt mysteriously upended in David's drink, but that was the only incident all evening. The way Bill looked incredibly pleased with himself afterwards made Tom think that his twin had managed to do it without actually touching the salt seller, but nobody had seen anything, so he hadn't been sure. It could have been simple revenge so he didn't bother mentioning it.
They fell into bed just before midnight and given that the rest of the evening had been full of a few drinks, some laughs and Georg being summarily dismissed by a young woman in the bar, Tom had almost forgotten about the whole thing.
"Do you think there'll be anything else?" were the words that alerted him to the fact that Bill definitely hadn't.
They were lying beside each other in bed, hands lightly touching, and Tom had just been drifting off to sleep, but he woke up for Bill.
"I don't know," he replied, since he honestly didn't; "according to Syb day dwellers don't conform to ... well ... anything. She said that really old Strigoi sometimes develop powers as they age and they become resistant to sunlight and it's like those who become day dwellers straight away miss out the whole needing to age part. It's like you were born a thousand years old, Bill."
"Why didn't Syb tell me this?" Bill asked, turning on his side.
Tom did the same so he could look at his twin. He couldn't see a whole lot in the dim light coming through the curtains from a lamp outside, but he knew Bill would be able to see him clearly.
"Because she didn't want you to worry," he explained, taking Bill's hand properly under the duvet, "and I agreed. There is no way of predicting what you may or may not be able to do, so we decided you had other things to worry about. I know you like to know everything, but I'm sorry, Billi, you weren't ready for a long time and then I thought we might as well wait until you needed to know."
For a little while Bill didn't reply and Tom couldn't see his twin's expression well enough to tell what Bill was thinking.
"Protecting me again," Bill said eventually, fingers playing up the front of his chest.
Tom remained silent, waiting for Bill to finish the thought process.
"You've always protected me," Bill told him and he could just see the ghost of a smile in the low light, "I can't be mad at you for that."
"Good," he replied quietly, "because I don't know how to stop."
He could see Bill looking at him and basked in his twin's attention.
"Make love to me," were the hushed words that made his breath catch in his throat.
He blindly reached behind him towards the side of the bed, because now he needed to see Bill; he couldn't have this conversation without that. When he flicked the light on Bill squinted at him and he moved back to where he had been so they were face to face. Bill didn't seem to mind that he had turned the light on, but it was several seconds before his twin could stop blinking.
"What do you want to do?" he asked, feeling ridiculously nervous even as he spoke.
"Everything," Bill said with complete sincerity in his face.
Tom's mouth went dry and he had to admit that he was a little afraid.
"Are you sure it's not too soon?" he asked, even though he had never been one to take it slowly before Bill.
Bill was the most important thing in the world to him and when they finally took it all the way it had to be perfect.
"You don't want to?" Bill responded, seeming suddenly worried.
That made Tom laugh, he couldn't help it.
"Oh god, Bill," he said, needing Bill to understand that this had nothing to do with want, "I want to; I really want to, but I need to be sure you're ready."
Bill looked into his eyes then; the same stare that could frighten the hardest man, but which only seemed to pull him closer.
"I am ready," Bill told him, never breaking eye contact, "and I want you to make love to me, Tom, please."
Tom felt as if his heart might explode; it was beating so fast.
"You want me ..?"
Bill nodded before he could finish.
"Maybe it would be better if you were top first," he suggested, and his nervousness spiked, but it wasn't an idea he was averse to.
Bill took his face between long fingered hands and he shut up.
"Every time you touch me," Bill spoke slowly and carefully, "you take away part of what he did to me. My body forgets what he felt like and only remembers you. Please make love to me, Tomi, take away the last of his touch; I want to be free."
There was no way Tom could say no to that, there was no way he wanted to and he moved over a little so he could lean forward and kiss Bill ever so lightly on the lips.
"It would be my honour," he said quietly; "I would love to."
He was very well aware of the logistics of what Bill was asking for, since he had done his homework, and he knew there were several things they were going to need.
"Don't move," he said with a small smile and slipped out of bed.
For some time he had been prepared for every contingency and there was a wash bag in his case that didn't hold anything to do with washing, which he retrieved and brought back to the bed. Bill was sitting up by then and Tom decided to let his twin see everything he had, so he dumped the contents on the bed. There was lube; condoms; two dildos, one tiny, one slightly bigger that vibrated; and what had been laughingly named a love egg. He had used all three toys on himself after he had bought them just to make sure they did what they said and he had been pleasantly surprised.
"Don't need those," was the first thing Bill said and took the condoms and threw them over his shoulder.
Tom opened his mouth to protest; he had been well trained in that area.
"I can't get diseases, which means you can't get any from me, and even if you did I could cure it in about five seconds, and I'm clean," Bill said before Tom could get any words together, "I made sure in the shower earlier."
Tom almost forgot how to think at the mental image that statement conjured. Bill clearly had certain ideas that were not going to be shifted and, looking into his twin's eyes, Tom didn't even try and argue.
"Okay," he agreed.
"So what are the other things for?" Bill asked, seemingly very interested.
"Playing," Tom said with a small smile, "well and preparation. Sorry, lover, but I wasn't going to let you near me with those talons you call nails until you'd had at least a bit of practice. Since we're going the other way around that won't be a problem, but these could be fun anyway."
Bill appeared dubious.
"Honestly," Tom said, becoming serious again and reaching out and stroking Bill's arm, "I think you'll like them, but all I really wanted was this."
He picked up the lube and showed it to his twin; he wanted to make sure Bill was completely aware of everything. Then he threw the toys back in the bag and put it on the bedside table. Having Bill freak out because he took things too fast was simply not an option. As it was, Bill looked kind of nervous.
"Hey," Tom said, moving a little closer; "you're allowed to change your mind at any time; I won't be annoyed."
Bill shook his head.
"I'm not going to change my mind," Bill said and almost sounded like he meant it.
It was obvious that Bill wasn't completely sure, but Tom knew that if he continued asking questions Bill would probably end up annoyed and frustrated with him. Bill very rarely went back on decisions, but Tom had to make sure that Bill knew in this case he could. Pushing his worries aside for now, he crawled over to Bill and leant in to kiss his nervous twin. The first order of business was to make sure that Bill wasn't thinking too hard.
Sustaining the kiss, he pushed the lube under the pillow and then slowly urged Bill to lie down again. Foreplay was something he had down to an art form and he knew just how to get Bill to relax. There was one particular spot about halfway down the left side of Bill's neck that was incredibly sensitive. Tom suspected it was where Bill had been bitten when he was made a Strigoi, not that he was ever going to mention that to Bill, but he was going to exploit it. He knew he'd made the right choice as soon as he kissed the well memorised spot, because Bill relaxed and made encouraging noises almost instantly.
They had both been ready to sleep nearly naked so there was little annoying cloth in the way and he let one hand wander up and down Bill's torso, eliciting delightful little sounds of pleasure from his twin. Bill was always responsive to his fingers; it seemed Bill loved to be touched and that someone had almost robbed Bill of that pleasure by tainting it forever made Tom so angry he could have killed, which was why he rarely let himself think about it. He loved to see and hear the enjoyment as Bill let him explore.
He had no intention of rushing things and he moved over Bill's torso, using his mouth and his hands to see just how insane he could drive Bill without actually dipping below the waist. He'd had quite a lot of practice, so he was really rather good at it by now. Bill kept trying to reciprocate, but Tom wanted his twin relaxed and just enjoying the receiving rather than trying to give anything back, so he kept doing things that had Bill completely losing track of what he'd been trying to do. By the time he actually decided to move things up a gear, Bill was so turned on that Tom was almost bucked off as he slipped his hand between Bill's legs.
"Oh god," Bill said, panting heavily, "that's good."
"Just wait 'til I get under the shorts," Tom said in a low tone as he nuzzled at Bill's neck.
Bill gave a little whine at that revelation and Tom decided to take pity on his strung out twin and dipped his fingers under the elastic of Bill's waistband. Bill made some very interesting, appreciative noises and spread his legs obligingly, so Tom was pretty sure his twin liked what he was doing.
"My hand aches," Tom said after a few moments of contented fondling; "I think it's time to get rid of the annoying underwear."
The way Bill grumbled when he removed his hand made him smile, but he had no intention of leaving Bill wanting for long. He moved down the bed, took hold of Bill's waistband and pulled downwards as Bill lifted his hips. Bill's ample erection bobbed free and Tom whipped the underwear completely off as fast as humanly possible. Since he didn't want to bother with it later, he did the same with his own and the settled back down beside and slightly leaning over Bill.
"No where were we?" he asked and gave Bill his best cheeky smile.
Bill just grabbed his hand and guided it back to where it had been, which sent hot streaks of desire through every nerve in his body. He would have said something, but Bill clearly wasn't interested in talking as he found himself in the middle of a very passionate kiss and so he gave up trying to think for a while and just went with it. As long as Bill was enjoying himself then so was Tom and Bill was very definitely enjoying himself.
He continued to fondle and touch Bill for several minutes until he was sure his twin was completely in the moment and not thinking about anything except the next sexual gratification. Then, taking the lube from its hiding place, he began to work his way down Bill's chest, moving his hand slowly up and down Bill's cock, making sure his twin was thoroughly distracted. He left the lube on the bed within reached and lifted himself up and over one of Bill's legs so that he was lying between his twin's thighs. Bill was like the finest of guitars and needed to be played with great care and Tom felt like the greatest virtuoso at the particular moment. He had been caught rather off guard by Bill's initial request, but he had everything laid out in his head now.
Arranging himself carefully, he breathed on Bill's cock and he felt Bill twitch in response. It was quite clear they both knew where this was going and that Bill was very much looking forward to it. Almost lazily, he let his tongue circle the head of Bill's erection and the way Bill moaned and let his legs fall open slightly further had erotic messages running all over Tom's body. It was at moments like that when Tom couldn’t help thinking that Bill was made for love; he had never been with a girl who could turn him on the way Bill did.
He didn't want Bill too close to the edge, but he did want Bill so far down the path that his twin would not be thinking too hard. Bill's fear was still there, oh Bill hid it well most of the time, but Tom could still see it and he didn't want Bill remembering anything that he wasn't doing to him. Sucking gently, he played with Bill with one hand just as he had the previous evening, but he didn't allow himself to become as lost in the experience. He had a specific purpose with every movement and slowly he was urging Bill's legs further apart as he carefully insinuated himself into the gap.
When he had Bill as splayed as he thought he could get without deliberately moving his twin, he reached for the lube. Keeping Bill as distracted as possible by applying some tongue to the proceedings, Tom popped off the top of the lube and quickly coated two fingers. These he used to rub gently over the area just behind Bill's balls, spreading the lubrication slowly so that Bill became used to the sensation. He knew Bill knew what he was doing now because he felt Bill tense just slightly, but he took his time and Bill gradually relaxed again as he kept up what he was doing. Only once Bill felt ready did he slowly slide one finger further back, venturing into territory that he had dared not explore before.
As his finger brushed over Bill's hole he heard his twin make a tiny little noise and he stopped everything he was doing instantly. That hadn't been a noise of pleasure and he could feel the sudden tension running through Bill.
"Bill," he said, looking along his twin's body to where Bill had one arm thrown over his face, "look at me, lover."
He knew Bill wanted this, but now he wasn't sure at all that Bill was ready. He didn't move away, but he stayed perfectly still and waited as Bill slowly moved his arm and looked at him.
"We can just do what we did last night," he offered, hating the shadow of fear he could see in Bill's face.
All Bill had to do was say and he would stop straight away, but Bill shook his head.
"Keep going," Bill said and his twin's voice was firm and resolute.
"Then watch me," Tom said, never breaking eye contact, "so that you know it's me."
Bill nodded just slightly and Tom glanced down very quickly before looking up again and looking his twin straight in the face. He moved his finger very slowly, brushing it over Bill's hole lightly, teasing the tense muscle there and waiting until Bill became used to the idea. It took a while; the whole thing clearly made Bill uncomfortable, but slowly the pleasant sensation seemed to make it through whatever was going on in Bill's head. Like a master craftsman preparing to cut a diamond, he moved with the utmost care lest he ruin his art.
Very gently he pushed the lubricated finger against Bill's entrance, slowly increasing the pressure until the strong muscle gave and allowed him entrance. The way Bill tensed and the expression on his twin's face told Tom that Bill wasn't at all sure it was a pleasant experience, but Tom kept his finger moving, slowly and carefully.
He knew from his few trials with the toys that it felt odd having something pushed up there, but he also knew how good it could feel and he was positive that Bill's resistance came from memory rather than what he was doing. He needed to show Bill how good this could feel and so he began to work his beloved twin with the utmost care. As soon as Bill seemed used to the experience he moved forward again and took Bill's cock back into his mouth.
Bill made a slightly strangled noise and began panting a little and, as Tom looked along the line of his twin's slim body, he saw the beginnings of pleasure in Bill's features again. Now he decided to bring in the big guns. He had found his own prostate pretty rapidly when he had decided to go looking and his reaction had been so strong that he'd almost ended up in heap in the corner of the shower; he hoped Bill was similarly responsive. Curling his finger, he angled his next push at what he hoped was the right place and sucked on Bill's cock at the same time.
The words that fell from Bill's mouth were not overly coherent and Tom didn't bother trying to decipher them, especially since he was pretty sure half of them were curses. It seemed Bill was as responsive as he had been and, if the way the words dissolved into a deep, sustained moan were anything to go by, it was a very good response. Another good indication was the way Bill's thighs shifted further apart.
It took him another ten minutes of gently playing and a lot more lube to work two fingers into Bill, but by then he could feel his twin loosening up significantly. Lifting himself up, he moved back a little; he needed more room for more fingers.
"Lift your legs," he said, even as he kept his fingers in place, "I want to see what I'm doing."
Bill went a lovely shade of pink at that, but did as he was asked.
"Oh god," Tom said, using what seemed to have become one of Bill's favourite phrases at the moment, "do you have any idea how completely amazing you look right now?"
Bill bit his lip and managed to blush even more. Tom decided he had never really desired anyone in his life properly before; not compared to the feelings that had him in their thrall now.
He opened the lube again and withdrew his fingers for a moment, putting plenty more of the gel onto them and then massaging them back into Bill. Then, as carefully as he could, he added a third finger and Bill groaned as he did so, but it slipped in relatively easily.
"Okay," he asked to make sure.
Bill nodded, eyes closing and head going back again.
Tom was in no hurry, even though his own erection was throbbing and in need of attention, and he worked the his fingers in and out of Bill until he was sure that his twin was as ready as possible. His heart was pounding in his chest when he finally pulled them free; this was it, the moment he had been anticipating from the moment he had come to terms with what he and Bill were now.
He loved Bill with everything he had and this was the most intimate thing he could give his twin.
Bill's eyes opened as he moved into place between his twin's raised legs and if filled his heart with the most amazing feeling as all he saw in Bill's gaze was perfect trust.
"Ready?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer.
Again Bill nodded as if words had deserted him.
Tom leant over and grabbed the other pillow before urging Bill's hips up and pushing it underneath. Bill was a lovely shade of pink again by the time he had finished, but there was no objection from his beloved twin. Hurting Bill was his greatest fear and so he lined himself up with the greatest care.
"Now, Tomi," Bill said, looking up at him like some debauched angel, "take me now."
There was nothing Tom wanted more in the world than to make Bill completely his and he eased forward slowly. Bill made a breathy, panting sound, but it was more surprise than anything else, so Tom paused, but did not pull away. Even after only such a little movement Tom could already feel Bill's body tight around his cock and he wanted to push further in so much is was almost a need. Only the thought that he might hurt his precious twin held him still.
"More," Bill said after a moment.
Tom was happy to let Bill take the lead, so he slowly eased forward and he felt resistance almost immediately and Bill gasped, this time it was discomfort so he stopped and pulled back just a tiny bit. The frown that had appeared on Bill's face disappeared almost instantly. Tom tried again and felt the same resistance and is seemed Bill was unconsciously tensing up every time he tried to move forward.
"Sorry," Bill apologised after grimacing again.
"This is supposed to take practice," Tom said, doing his best to smile even as his body was humming with arousal.
Telling Bill to relax would probably do as much good as telling the Indian Ocean to freeze, so Tom decided on a slightly different approach. Very carefully he began to move, first slightly forward, then slightly back, almost nothing more than a rocking motion. Bill looked a little confused to begin with, but as he continued, Bill's eyes began to close and Bill began to make a little humming sound, a very good humming sound. Ever so gradually Tom increased his movements, trying to never push too hard. He over did it just once or twice, but the expression on Bill's face gave everything away, so he knew what he was doing wrong and right.
It kind of seemed to happen by magic then; one moment there was resistance trying to keep him out and the next Bill opened to him and he slid home as if they were made for each other. Bill gasped and bucked up as he slid into him, but it was with a bemused amazement on his face that Tom could only share. He hadn't been able to stop himself moving forward and he would have been worried that he had hurt Bill had it not been for the look on Bill's face.
"Okay?" he asked, just to be sure.
Bill nodded wordlessly, still appearing amazed. Tom took that as permission to move because, quite frankly, he had to. The way Bill's muscles were squeezing his cock was driving him insane and he needed to react to it. Bill groaned, long and low as Tom pulled out and then pushed back in again. There was no sudden resistance now and it felt incredible; so incredible that Tom did it again as quickly as he dared.
Bill's head fell back onto the pillow and Tom felt his twin pushing into his movements. It was wonderful and the intensity of the sensation around his cock was far more than Tom had expected; Bill was far tighter than any girl and the fact that this was Bill made all the difference as well. He had never felt so at one with any other human being and, as he continued to move, he was not just interested in his pleasure, or just Bill's pleasure, but both of theirs. As Bill bucked up a little and managed to change their angle he slid home and he knew he'd all but slammed into Bill's prostate because Bill made a high keening sound, half pleasure, half overload and for all the difference it made it could have been his body that was being bombarded, because of all the physical feedback he was getting.
He couldn't last long, not with the overwhelming pressure and heat and he could feel how close Bill was as well.
"Tomi," Bill said breathlessly, "I'm ... I'm going ..."
The new sensations were having the same effect on Bill and Tom had been about to reach out to make sure Bill went first, but instead he kept up the steady thrust. Words began to spill from Bill's lips like a quiet mantra; words like 'yes' and 'more' and 'oh god' and it was almost like Bill was singing to him. He was so very, very close and he knew that it would only take the smallest of pushes to send him reeling into orgasm, but he hung on grimly as he waited for Bill.
"Oh god," Bill sounded desperate and strung out and just about there, "Tomi!"
When his twin came with his name on his lips, Tom didn't need the sensation of muscles clamping down around his cock to send him over the edge; he was already there. He buried himself inside Bill, needing to be as close as physically possible to his bond mate as they finally expressed that bond at its ultimate level of human intimacy. The well of pleasure and of rightness exploded through him and it carried every sensible thought he had away with it.
His whole body was shaking and all his extremities were tingling and he was sure it was the hardest orgasm of him entire life. He wanted it to go on forever, but his arms didn't want to hold him and his legs were trembling like they would give out at any second so he had no choice but to pull out carefully before he did something that might damage either of them.
Tom collapsed on the bed beside Bill, spent and happy, but he couldn't close his eyes for long; he needed to see Bill. The moment he opened them, he saw the tear leaking out the side of the one closed eye of Bill's that he could see from his current angle and he instantly panicked.
"Oh shit, Bill," he said, sitting up and wanting to gather his twin into his arms and comfort him, but not daring to, "did I hurt you?"
There were tears running down both of Bill's cheeks and Tom was terrified that he had done something unforgivable. Only as brown eyes opened and looked into his own and arms reached for him did he start to calm down and then only slightly. He had arms full of Bill in moments and he held his shaking, silently crying twin close, not having a clue what to do. He really didn't understand what was happening.
"Thank you," Bill whispered in his ear after long moments of silence, "thank you so much, Tomi."
He was still completely confused when Bill pulled back and it was only then that he realised Bill was smiling through the tears.
"I didn't really believe," Bill said and paused, "I wanted to, but I thought it would hurt ... I thought I might never ... but you ... Tomi, you gave me it back. I'll never ... be ..."
About half way through his speech Bill began hiccupping as the tears started flowing in earnest and Tom just gathered his twin up again. Now he understood; now he was no longer afraid.
"Oh, Bill," he said quietly, letting Bill calm down against his shoulder, "I love you and I'm going to make love to you and with you for ever."
Bill managed to laugh and hiccup at the same time, which resulted in a very peculiar sound, but neither of them broke away. Tom didn't care if they stayed that way all night; all he cared about was his Bill and his Bill was a little mixed up, but seemed, over all, to be incredibly happy.
End of Part 16
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