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777 - Your blood in my veins - P18 - BillxTom - (3 / 7)


sin
Ira ° revenge

Author:






unspoiled




characters:
Bill, Tom, OFC

Rating: P18 (Slash)
Warnings / Genre:
a little lime, a bit Twincest, a bit of violence

Summary: Tom has a toy. Bill has pride Ow.

Disclaimer: Bill has annexed my make-up, and Tom laid out my suspenders. The Super Nanny is on its way. 7_suenden , beta read by Moncheri.

revenge is a confession of pain. Her name is Eva and she must be a nice toy. Tom fucks her already for half a year at irregular intervals. It makes the legs wide for him when we are in Hamburg, and it makes her legs wide for him if she has just enough money left to him to stay behind. It makes the legs wide for him whenever he wants it, and Tom says she is so good that they could ask for money. course she never does. Not by him, not by a Kaulitz. Perhaps it is in mini and high heels at the bus station, if Tom does not need it, who knows. He can only use a condom a blow from her and she hopes time and time again that he finally kisses her. I can see it in her eyes when she looks expectantly up from below as they go to his room. It is a stupid chicken, but stupid fucks well known. So good that Tom for them against the principle of over it, and ex has failed hop. I was never there when he has her worried. At first I have heard at times, but Tom has taught her quickly that she has to shut up. Chatting and she does not cry they may not, after all, you never know whether some twins do not sleep next door.
She looks normal. Not pretty but not ugly. Just average. She has dyed red hair like the fashionable woman on the Perfume movie poster, she is not half as good. Her style is actually present enough to call it a style can, and not as the usual blind Together Now the H & M range. It looks cheap in the first place, but it is Tom. My dear brother does this with the "Biatches" really out of his hard, male hip-hop clubs Parade closely.
he offers me his little Privathure yet never before. "It's not like anal," he once let drop casually. First, I asked about whether they should lend to me? Second, he thinks I do not know that women have more holes than that between her ass cheeks? Third, why it is of interest, what they like?
I ignored his remark implied. If I Eva wants, then I take them from behind, just as I have taken his fire truck and his rag doll when we were young and innocent. We're twins, we share everything, even if we do not always are aware that we are willing to share a certain something. But we are always. The only thing we never share, is our brother. Tom is mine, wholly and completely, just as I was his. It would be crazy to anyone other than to trust him to have to have from anyone else. The world out there, my children, is bad and there are many evil souls who want to drive the loose with you. Anyone who throws each in the neck, which he promises eternal love, who deserves it, if his neck is broken.
Eva is such a naive thing, which sooner or later, dangling from the gallows of his credulity. She thinks she can win over Tom. The rudder turn things around. That the rudder at all does not hold in your hand, it is not even noticed. Everything is Eva, red lipstick and a garage for Toms small Cadillac, and thus can achieve nothing great. Nothing larger than a satisfied panting Tom, who can be infected by it a dump, sweep her off the ceiling.
I bet she is dark and imagines that it would be something special because he did not push the panties on the course, but freezing can find. I bet she thinks he would like to cuddle, would be too shy, but to do so. Big guys find it so difficult trying to show their feelings. I bet she leaves two fingers on his Upper arm, prancing and he hits her hand away like an annoying fly and turns his back to her. I bet she thinks, "What did I do wrong" Even if it's so cheesy because of all the high-romantic harmony, throw up that you could - Tom stuck and I actually 24 / 7 to each other if you let us.
Toms presence is different from that of other people. The presence of my mother can not ignore. Or by Gustav and Georg. If they are, they're there, and I'd do the devil and come without the towel from the bathroom. Not that I would be embarrassed. It makes what is not easy. Toms presence, however, is barely perceptible. Only if he goes, falls on me that he was just there and if he no longer comes back is to me no other choice than I pinch a fag between his lips, and my search company, loud people, me with the most impossible trivia zutexten and for heaven's sake do not let me speak out. They never make it, take my feeling of loneliness, but they at least stun the small, sardonic voice in my ear, singing to me as I'm leaving it. Toms society is no society, it is an essential necessity. He did not maintain. To be honest we hardly talk to each other, if only we are. Of course we produce sound waves - I love to produce sound waves - but all that really matters, we must not tell us. So what, dear children, you know. If the rules of this disgusting thing called decency forbid is not so, Tom with me. As children we were able to simulate paranoia from burglars to sleep in a bed, semi-accidentally drown in the tub to bathe together can, and keep each other's hand was not something we had to feel ashamed, but an occasion for general sentimental delight in this cute, Dearest guys who get along so beautiful. Today I have Tom's hand more necessary than ever, but now I'm grown and grown and I intertwine my fingers only with those of shiksa. The Indians in South America believe that a camera would steal the soul of the photographed person. I would dismiss as naive superstition, if I do not know how it feels when the day is scratched the surface of their own, bored, staring, polished and maintained. I need my soul, I need Tom's hand, so they suck me and openly steal from these small, greedy envious. Therefore, dear children, I'm sitting next to him. That's why I'm sitting so close beside him, so my hand touches his knee, his upper arm, so I look at him and not the moderator, tried to pull me to the brain through the nose. If I could touch Tom, I could let you look into my eyes. But as I have no alternative but to expand my collection of sunglasses and to feed your dirty fantasies.

Tom is the only person in which the words "always", meaning "never" really what they mean, and no cowardly euphemism for "quite long" and "probably not" are. I will always love him and I will never leave him. Fuck it, if I broke it the ultimate Sülzrekord.

It is as it is, says love. DC I'm going puke. I'm going puke mainly the same, because I've already tried a third time to reach Tom on the phone and he simply does not turn. He knows that I am, because the number that I use knows, but me only our mother and keeps calling until her youngest and can then enter the Great - in other words, the number never used Tom a cell phone just for my personal need for contact. A need that is now quite large. Quite large. In any case too great to think I could tolerate it, he ignored me. Or did even worse, lost the phone. Remember has to recharge the battery. Because then I would call attempts futile, hope dies last known. I press the redial button, press the phone to my ear so hard that it hurts, and important outside the window up and down. "Ran Go, go ran ran, go," I hiss at each Tuten.
"The person you have participants'
°

Tom comes back half an hour later to the hotel and walked straight to my room to ask what was going on.

"I had seven missed calls from you and wanted to call back as I, that was somehow not", he says, his hands in his pockets buried.

seven calls? But so many?
Anyway, now I take no notice of him, but to lean back in my leather chair and smoking, slow and cool as the suspected villain in the old movies when a disguised Sherlock Holmes them going with his questioning on the laces.

"I've already heard it ringing, you know, but I was, um, busy."

"but you had your hands free?" Uh, I sound so cold that it trickles down the icy myself back.

"Yes, but I was there and the phone somewhere else, so on the ground, and I can not ..."

" Stay
times just so sweet, daddy must expose `second.
If you had to really fear that the tables you usually cuts off, then I would like to hereby express my sincere condolences to you, brother. You bring shame on the family and I have to kill you, unfortunately, to restore the honor. "

" Bill, it's important is not already be it. "

" You're dead, "snorts

Tom, as he could not decide whether he irritated the gangsta or the like to play the diva whims of anxious doormat.

"Also, I've even tried then to call you," he defends himself in the tone of voice, justified by the small children playing football in the living room trying. I wanted no idea Mom, but Bill said ...

"wall" I say and press my butt on the glass table beside my chair.

"Huh?"
postcoital His eloquence is truly amazing.

"I threw the phone against the wall."

"Oh."
More than amazing.

"And now?" He asks gently.

knee down, put my foot on your neck and beg for forgiveness, what else

"I'm sorry, okay?"

Where is the genuflection?

"Really."

The sacrifice?

"Bill, you're an asshole."

we are now blasphemous, or as I may understand this?

"Why did you really call?"

Sighing, I slid into the chair so low that my butt rests precisely on the edge. Only a little further before I land and very inelegant on the carpet. I'll bounce my tailbone as well. And whose fault is it? Right, Tom.

"You was just boring because you can get involved yourself."

How that sounds.

"If you want here rumzicken only, then I can go again."

Somehow here is that in the wrong direction.

"If his Majesty to condescend to time to tell me what is up? No, His Majesty felt the childish urge to be defiant.

"I'm turning now` ne bag and you can as long as you spin out. Then we look, where to get ice, I feel like it there full of grad "

ice Mama always made when we had the summer after our war around the water hose reconciled good.
Tom is such a child. Such a big, stoned child and completely incapable of multitasking at that. When even Paris Hilton can fuck the same time and phone calls, but then he would have to fix it.


Tom's favorite variety is chocolate as the very small children. For me, he has swollen stracciatella and gummy bears, which we buried under the ice until they are rock hard and hurt us from the jaws chewing. Our Ice party is incredibly infantile and the fact that it takes place on a huge hotel bed with canopy and silk bedspread that we eat with silver spoons in crystal goblets that a pink starfish drool over a meter wide plasma screen, and that I buzz at dinner and Tom called smack, makes it even more beautiful than it already is.

"I do not like green," murmured Tom, and pushes me a smeared jelly between his lips. Who needs caviar, if you look frosted by a clumsy Tom gelatin can be beaten against the teeth?

°

George sits cross-legged in front of me and watched me suspiciously. He is afraid that his phone kisses the wallpaper when Tom is not soon to speak out, but this fear is unfounded. To bring it to the few numbers of his rare groupies, he has collected together in a tedious process would simply barbaric. But I must not tell him yes.

"It will come quickly. You were together all afternoon, he also needs some outlet, "he tried to calm me down. As if I would not know that he cares only about the delicate feelings of the electronic unit to my ear.

I'm sure that Tom is coming soon. However, not what George meant it and I would like to have.

"Besides," is at George whining, but I have no desire to be Geseiere and give him back the keys to his sexual gratification, he immediately puts in his pants pocket. Mobile phone radiation is supposed to be bad for sperm production.

°

Tom comes by 3 clock 24 back to the hotel. I know this because I lie awake in my bed staring so long at the disgusting red digital display of the hotel alarm clock was that my eyes started to tear. Now, if someone came into the room, he would probably piece together a story of an unfaithful hochmelodramatische macho and his weak, vulnerable and wounded secret lover.
The truth is that the Mädchengekicher twisted my guts on the floor in a way that will let me strangle someone.

He brought Eva, but she has such a penetrating cackling laugh. is at 3 clock 56 from the cackling a no less penetrating moan that sounds than you would get a cat's tail, and the clock 58 stops abruptly at 3. Tom is obviously enough blood flowed back into the brain in order to remind them of their secrecy. At 4
clock 09 begins the head of Tom's bed against my wall pop up and I get sick.

I Strampel away my blanket and shuffle to the bathroom, where I supported myself with two hands on the sink and admire my dark circles in the mirror. The rumblings in my stomach I slide on the ice, but the little, nasty little voice speaks to me something else. I inject cold water on his face and control myself in my bed, which happens to me all at once terribly saggy and uncomfortable. It is not the dull rhythm of my room the only sound to fill the ceiling, which bothers me. It is the knowledge that he, if he fucks her until now, have spent the previous night with their different needs. With cocktails, flirting with, do with what couple be it.

°

morning half past nine in Germany, I'm at the breakfast buffet and look crappy. I have no hunger and to blame only the cackling at our table. Tom has just poured orange juice over his cornflakes and she finds it hilarious.
"So what can you eat that!", Shrills their chickens voice over to me. "So what you can not bring with them for dinner," I growl to myself and hope that Tom choked on his cornflakes and her hat into the cutout.

"I find your lyrics so so great!" Squeaks Eve, when I finally armed with a croissant sit next to Tom. I am unfortunately too busy trying to smear my croissant with jam, as I could answer her. I find the lyrics puerile, silly and trite, but fortunately it is not mine and I have to feel so not contacted when they are praised by little girls in the sky, the crave for the attention of the great rock stars. She gets fucked by Tom, she can not be satisfied and keep me in Let rest? Shiksa millions would give anything to be in your shoes, chicken, so hold your tongue and enjoy the second.

"So I will absolutely yes to Prada," babbles Hühnereva continue steadfastly. "They've such great things."

As if they had enough taste to be able to tell.

"Hm," growled Tom.

"And to Dolce and Gabbana. I have since in such a magazine and seen a dress, a. .. "
" Um hum, "Tom.

As if they could afford it.

"But this is expensive," I say and convey my mouth a few inches up.

"Tom is going shopping with me, it bursts out of her, as if she had been waiting for the keyword. "And you know what, sweetheart, then ..."

Now I'm the one she almost spits his breakfast into the neckline. Treasure? Treasure? And why the hell not contrary to Tom, but only grumbles to himself more like a teddy bear full of wood shavings and a sound chip?

"Boy, did you last left your brain somewhere?" I hiss at him, but he just shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders.

"We should but then it started for you? Are you coming? "Eva got up and stretched a hand out to Tom. He's eighteen, girls, not eighty, he does not need help getting up.

Tom grumbles, stand up, can pay by the hand and take.

"he paid for it but now, or what?" I crush and snort a greasy croissant crumbs between your thumb and index finger.

"Why?" Asks Gustav and looks at me like a sheep.

"Hello! He buys her clothes. What is that your money other than in kind? "

" So I told my girlfriend always something given, even to wear, "says Gustav, the idiot.

"girlfriend?" I can not help it, I laugh. Tom and a friend, nor do they Teilzeithure. The joke of the century.

"I've always said that it caught him once," smirks George and steals the rest of the jam from my plate.

"Tom is not in love." On the last word I almost swallow me. Someone has to die right now, and although a slow, agonizing death, or I turn through on the spot.

"Come down," said Gustav, "you'll see a pretty even."

's enough. Cutlery clatters to the floor and my chair falls over when I jump up and lift towers. My hands shake, when I press the button, and because the doors do not immediately jump up, I trample up the stairs to my room. Cannot out of the box hanky, lighter dug out of her purse, windows, and even much now in the empty air. Women are a very last.

brothers are the very last.

Tom is the very last.

°

Tom comes back in the early afternoon, a happy chicken in tow. He announces that Eve, the last two days that we spend in this city and will stay with him at the hotel. George makes fun of the gangsta in luv "funny, Gustav wish all the best and Eva seems to be on the child's birthday to feel a fiddle. It's only a matter of time before someone suggests to play Topfschlagen. It will probably be George. He does indeed always so mature, but deep beneath its smooth straight hair has a little boy with ADD, where nothing is too stupid. Not even his "special homie" because poultry rearing, that is, first and prostitutes in the said second Spezialheimchen not sure love.

When Tom asked me if I had a problem with that, I shake my head. Of course I have a problem with that, but I also have a plan and I need to Eva. That he intends to remodel his room in a chicken coop, I will therefore only be located.

°

It is very simple. I put myself on the course, leaning against my door frame, draw his head a little between the shoulders, throwing her through my eyelashes - longer than her - a shy glance and quietly ask if I could talk to her. Eva melts on the spot and then runs after me in my room.

"Sit down," I mumble as and on my bed, only to immediately hit me a hand over her mouth and my "Oh my God thinking, please just anything wrong of me" to set up face.

"Is OK," Eva tries to me by my non-existing uncertainty to cure. Cute girl, good breeding. If their parents know what has become a bitch from the lady's daughter.

"You know," and haw around me as I am reluctant to three feet away from her sit on the bed, "I er, I would not be so bitchy this morning."

"you were not yet bitchy."

course not. I was this morning so bitchy, I'm cute now, if you know what I mean.

"Yes, I was, and I'm sorry, really. I do not want you to think I was something like a spoiled diva or something ... "

"Are not you."

all respect, they controlled timing and unctuous tone. The ideal for the role, which I will occupy with her.

"But you know, since you're somehow constantly around me, because ... I mean, it's been so long ago that I was the last time was in love ... "

overcome me and I pluck at my nail polish. This still my cutest squint through my darkest raven tresses, et voila, her cheeks glowing. Bill Kaulitz has made another happy chicken, it is asked for applause.

From now on everything is a snap. Is only about two minutes later she sits on a half- my lap and I feel her warm moist breath on my neck on my nerves. It is also quite heavy, my left leg is numb. The only positive aspect of their position is that they kiss me first, not without dislocate the cervical vertebrae and I can dribble it my second caramelized lies romantically directly into the ear.
She sucks my instructions into itself, as if they were declarations of love. It is important that they are everything that I used her withered little heart from the grass, bring as much internalized that she believes in the end, it would have been their own ideas.

you will leave my arms as the perfect puppet, so perfect that I sit back and can see how she pulls her own strings.

~ ° ~

Eva sucks. Nothing unusual, because she is a woman.

"treasure", it shrieks from the bathroom. When she finally learned to paint in silence as Bill?

"What?"
shit, wrong tone. Hopefully,

"Are you mad at me anyway?"

"No." Damn.

"but you sound like that."

Probably because I had lied. Is only an idea.

"I will not argue with me you."

Then shut up. Mouth, no hassle. No communication is as simple as that traffic jams, no verbal accidents, just beautiful flowing traffic.
The highest level of civilization, the bonobos, and if I ever will be Chancellor, I assert that we finally cut us a slice with them.

"You tell me what's wrong, honey?"

best two discs. And when I've actually given her permission for that sucked out pet names? Since it does not fit once, and you tear down the womenfolk in the most impossible bad habits.

"is not." Pause. "Babe."

I lie on my bed and think me through an almost closed door with a woman. I cater to their Emotionsspirenzchen - with the ultimate goal to put her on the cross, for I have done long ago. Multiple. So much so it's already come with me. When it comes to me keep it down, I'll have to ask the guys a summary executions.

sits just next door and Bill probably laughing his ass off on the action at yesterday's breakfast. Humiliated in front of his own little brother - which I've earned that, please? Fortuna is about jealous that Eve gets worried it better than they?

"What are you thinking?"

Fortuna, sweetie, give yourself and call me a jerk. I are organizing a nice jacuzzi and a bit of champagne and then we will take your problem addressed. It can not be acceptable that leaves out your frustration you relapses of innocent eighteen year olds.

"Tommi treasure, come on."

OK, that's it, Evimausi. Once you have swung your butt out of the bathroom, you'll pack up your things and you piss off and never seen again. I can make me long enough before Bill and the world from you to the monkey.

"Nothing."

"You do not think about 'nothing' to. Say it. "

I was no trouble, my unkindly Moan to suppress. Should she noted calmly as I find them annoying, anyway it is already as good as the hotel.

"Bill," I reply finally have to put an end to their drilling.

"Why do you think of Bill?"

Because? On what to think otherwise - my perpetual and deep love for them? I am a man, I think of fucking, eating, sleeping, playing guitar and Bill. That it should be obvious.

"do not know."

"Do you even think of me?"

sky one, I jump out the window.

"Maybe" I grumble and rummage through my pockets for my lighter.

Bill and I would never smoke. Previously, we found it disgusting, tastes just like the smell, and even if we would have liked cigarettes have, our principles forbid us, looking at her with something other than a derogatory view. Over time, however, we found that butts are self-confidence in stem form and thus necessary for survival for underage pop stars.

One feels grown up, you know what to do with his hands, you will be nervous stomach tingling going on and can it be boring bus rides while away the time talking about the small-minded Sauber men move here for Bravo, retouch all cigarettes before they pop their lurid titles over the pictures.

To be honest, when Bravo reporter bounce around us, we smoke very much. Above all, Bill will always a butt between his fingers and when he no longer has to block the Qualmerei, he plays with her, she puts in behind the ear or dissecting them with his long fingernails.

A reporter who once had the audacity to tell him that he should pack away the cigarette. The Bill has also done, and instead give a lollipop leave. The reporter had ten minutes later desperately for little boys and has for the rest of the day Sweats get when Bill has seen him only three seconds. I need not mention that Bill have eyes glued to him, right? Adult overthrow guys in an identity crisis is Bill's favorite sport and should never be an Olympic sport, it is certainly the gold medal.

The bathroom door stuck with a dull sound at the zusammengeknäulten T-shirt that is carelessly on the floor. Eva snaps annoyed with his tongue and pushes through the gap in my view. She wears a red satin bra and no panties. Anyway since I'm still too pissed off by it, to see her face, I stare right between her legs and she notes it laughs, and continues with two fingers painted over it.

I Stakeout it would. But first I'll fuck her one last time.

"String or Panties?" Wants to know Eva and bends down to her bag.

I roll my eyes and roll me off the bed. "And you ask 'nen Kerl."

"Yeah," she giggles at a pitch that should be banned. Tommi Schatzi has his ear drum that is very sweet doll.

I put on a second cigarette, and I see her here as a black Nothing attracts a thong, her jeans mini and a tank top.

"I like it?" she asked, turning in circles.

"Yes." Fuckable. Otherwise they would be unlikely here.

"You know you have to spend the day alone today?" I assure me, and she nods.
The Gs and I have to do a sound check for an interview is Bill with any major magazine in the program. I forget the name usually five seconds after Bill has communicated them to me, but he is not me so angry. He knows that I'm interested in his solo projects and he does not know that I accept them anyway.

Gustav, Georg, Bill and I, we all live from Tokio Hotel. But while the Gs and I just something different, something Normal would do if it were not for Tokio Hotel, Bill would be damn close to an alternative psychosis. He needs the cameras just as he hates, he needs the indiscreet questions, and he needs the unconditional admiration, will be seen with him. Bill reads his fan mail long gone, but if he does not get so many boxes per day, he does not feel loved, and his humor falls into the flooding basement. Bill needs more than Tokio Hotel. He needs a support in the event that break the stage boards on which he is now, because, unlike for the Gs and me there is no going back for him.

"Until tonight, honey?"

"Jap." I express the cigarette, kissing her with all the cold smoke in my mouth and get out of the hotel corridor.

°

Eva Kiekens and I screw up his eyes, ignore it for the last time your skin is velvety and hot, and she trembles a tiny, when I pull the top over your head and go down their sides.
"Tom," she sighs, while I sink my teeth under her collar bone and lost her hand on my bottom, under my trousers, and walk forward until my belt buckle.
"Tom," she gasped, as I push her skirt up and two fingers in her hot corner. She is wet, she smiles as if to apologize, it opens my belt and my pants slipped down with a dry rustle of my legs.
"Tom," she moans when I get out of denim, one arm looped around her and lifted onto the table behind her. It drops to the shiny plate and watched through half-closed eyelids, as I draw small circles with my thumb on her pearl.

I mist my lips, wipe my hand on the inside of her thigh and kiss her there, where sluts as they like. She pressed her pelvis against her back and through, she writhes and shakes, but she did not deflected enough off than it would not look to me suddenly.

"Say," I nuschle and squint on her belly across and between her breasts and onto her flushed face, "is really where your string?"

"Have you taken off me?" She smiles.

"can I kidding myself," I growl and sit up. She squeals to disappointed but not ashamed to continue with legs spread wide before me loll.

"You had this morning at you and not now. Where is the point? "

Eva pulls a pout and an arm stretched out to me. It depends the air like a dead animal.

"It's not important," she sighs and pushes her heels against my ass.

"Where?"

"In my bag, okay?" She spits back and draw on his elbows while I herumwirble and the content of their ugly, pink handbag on the bed empty. I feel sick.

makeup, roll on the sheet, a brush, her cell phone and finally her panties. I lifted him up with two pointed fingers and keep checking him into the light, but that does not actually need to know to be able, in what state he is intolerable.

"Who" is the only thing that I bring out with great difficulty. Someone in my brain just turned off the light.

"Tom, there are plenty of guys who are better off now than you are not reg on and come back."

"Who?" I shout, I so loud that they are a frightened whimper from him.

"Tom," she purrs but not two seconds later.

I turn to her and threw her the glued string in the face.

"You have me say at once, with fuckers what you deceived me, or I'll turn your fucking neck around," I hiss and make a step toward her.

She puts on the legs, but does not stop grinning. "Tom," she coos. "Honey. As if we were together. "

What's all the shit now? She pushes around with another, while I work, and says she could then also still play any games with me?

know "you, so good you're not real. To be honest, the last time were pretty boring. "

" It sounded just been different. "

She clicked her tongue theatrically. "Oh yes, Tom, oh God, fuck me, yes, faster," she sighs flachatmig and reminds me of this nasty yesterday Evening. "Ever heard of orgasm-faking, sweetie?"

My mouth is fine, but it comes out no sound.

"You know what?" She says and jumps off the table. "I'm tired of so much effort for so fucking mediocre. It was quite nice to have sometimes had NEN `pop star, but eventually loses all its charm. Impact at the next just to the Kama Sutra, with technology should really make up a lot. Maybe it helps. "

She pushes her things back in their pocket while I stand as rooted in my underwear next to the bed and try to poison me to return the favor. I just can not. My throat is constricted, dried out my lips, my eloquence has otherwise adopted where.

With a girl I never made final. Not without that I would not have written to them. Never.

"So thank you for the time and stuff. Was indeed at times quite nice, especially with the other guys. We can even call again, or something. "

The door falls with a loud clunk in the lock and I am alone. Alone, half naked and stiff.

Eve string lying on the carpet in front of the table and laughs at me shrill and scornful. I stare at him as if I could it with my eyes in flames Let it rise, but instead, my vision blurred and I have to blink away the Wuttränen and the teeth bite together, not to scream.

Only tables. It was just a cheap little bitch who has just sacked me who stole my text. I do not cry and I cry not only right, because I left for anything else than they would hate, as disgust, but disgust.

I spit on the floor, also to get rid of their foul taste mold and slip awkwardly in my baggies. I need Bill, right now.

°

Eva comes to meet me in the hallway. She howls with rage like a hysterical toddler.
"asshole!" she screams when she sees me. What idiot has now given to the woman again drugs?

"asshole!" Her voice fluctuates between prosecution and tränenersticktem croak, it varies even on her high heels on which she could never go nor particularly elegant. It stalks like a bird. A disheveled, swollen from crying, hysterical bird.

a moment I feared that they zustolpert on me to give me a scrub, but apparently they just want me to pass the elevator.

"I hate you!" She howls, before she pierces with their plastic claws on the elevator buttons.

you?

Oh no.

Oh no, no.

With two steps, I'm knocking against Bills door, she tore me and see my little brother over, as the personification of the superlative of complacency on the window sill and smokes declines. He cocks his head, pulls both eyebrows up and washed out from the open window behind him.

"Well?" He asks, biting his tongue piercing.

I take a step forward, closing the door behind me and lean against it.

"You fucked her," it stumbles out of my mouth and I have to laugh. Yes, I am relieved.

Bill snorts and pulls on his Marlboro. "Nope."

"Come on, not a thing."

"Tom," he said slowly, expressed with the toes up so that he sits on the marble board, and dangling his legs. He chuckles, his gaze in apparently aimlessly around the room and fixed me then. His grin disappears instantly.
"No," he says coldly.

"Bill, that's ridiculous. I'm not upset because of you. "

I'm really not. If Bill does something, then it's almost like I would do it themselves. Finally, we are twins and

"Tom! No, no and no. So what do I plug in my cock not pure. "

" Oh, "I clear my throat. My throat is bone dry at once. "Why ... then why do they call you an asshole? "

" Hm? "
innocence view par excellence. He conceals something, I know.

"Oh, she has a crush on me and tell me was that it had made final with you in order to be with me. I told her that she is a guy to look in their weight class and it kicked out when she meant, she would cry myself fully. "

" Bill, she popped another one. Tell me any story, "

"She did what?" He laughs, throws back her head and laughs. "Oh Tom, it makes your pride a Ouch, huh?" A Schnute pulling it drops down from the window sill, come to me and pulls me a hug.

"Come here, my poor man," he murmurs, stroking over my back.

I stand stock-still, do not hug him back. I can feel how he smiles, I see the malicious train around his mouth before my mind's eye, I know that it was him. What has always made it, something he has done. It's his fault.

"You ass," I hiss.

sh, makes and he pressed his chest against mine.

"You ass," I repeat, louder, more cutting. He clings to me like a monkey, his face buried in my shoulder and suddenly I feel something wet on my neck.

"You ass!" Whine, I push him from me and set button frantically the place that he has just kissed yet. He staggers back, his smile is nothing left. Instead, his features distorted as that of a small child who mounts a heart-rending cry. He gasps, opens and closes the mouth shine like a fish and his eyes watery. Before I yell at him

and can it make to sow, that he made fun of the joy so deal with my goddamn ego, he is already back at me, grabs me by the shoulders and ejects me with such a force to the rear, that I stumble and fall. I get the collar of his T-shirts to take with him and tear, roll over him and blind'll beat on him. He struggles, kicks, curses, we passed around and beats my head against the floor, the muffled bang echoed for several seconds in my head. The air is burning, burning my ribs, my anger still burns a lot more and burn just as Bill. He is my twin, is not it a winner and we share in, plug in, moaning and struggling for breath, my mouth to his place and he bites my bottom lip. We taste blood when we kiss, hard and rough. He rubs against my leg, groans and pushes himself at once with all his weight on me. His nose, he pressed into the hollow of my collarbone and his chest rises and falls sharply.

"You belong to me," he whimpers and clings in my dreads. "You belong to me, you're mine, you belong to me."

It's hard, it hurts me, but I let him have his way, solve only his right hand from my hair and intertwine his fingers with mine.

"Only You", I whisper and the trembling in his body slowly dried up. I was so blind.

"She means nothing to me," I murmur, stroking his back, his neck, his wet cheek. It sounds Fucked, cut like a dime novel. Not good enough for him, but I can not do better.

"You are not gone to your mobile phone," he sniffs against my neck flexion.

"I have today made final if it had not anticipated me."

"She called you sweetheart." He speaks from the pet name, as if he cut his tongue.

"Bill."

"You were away with it. You soon "

" Bill, I'm suffocating. "

" Oh. "

He pushed himself up and sits down on his heels. "Thanks," I nuschle, take a deep breath and sit on as well. Bill's eyes are red and swollen, his make-up is him running into black streaks on the cheeks. He looks terrible.

"I ... It was laziness, Bill. I did not feel everything, every night I inflict the same stress and it was easy to stall. I never wanted a relationship with her, or something. I wanted to fuck me without first talking to your mouth for hours fusslig. That's all. "

Bill swallowed and travels themselves with the back of the nose. He shifts his weight from one heel to the other and back again.

"It does you no harm, eh?", I ask.

He proposes the eyes to the ground and mutters: "Scheißweh, Tom scheißweh."

"Why did you say anything?"

He shrugs his shoulders.

"Your pride had Ouch."

He hits his piercing against his teeth, I can hear it rattling. Breathe deeply.

"Listen to me, you ass - because that thou art I, Tom Kaulitz, love you, Bill Kaulitz, so as usual at all nothing in the world and elsewhere. If I could marry you, I'd do it immediately, because you're the only person with whom I would never regret it for sure.
But I have a dick, Bill, and needs attention. Female attention. I must go out and slow in putting away wives, without austickst that you want. Otherwise I can not. I belong to you and I would never go back up and put someone else over you, but I can not be faithful. Bill, I-"

" All clear, "he interrupts me and smiles shyly.

I sigh relief and rest my forehead against his. "You're damn hard."

"You love me," he chuckles softly.

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